Identifier: plaintownsofital01will (find matches)
Title: Plain-towns of Italy : the cities of old Venetia
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Williams, Egerton R. (Egerton Ryerson), b. 1873 Shapiro Bruce Rogers Collection (Library of Congress) DLC
Subjects: Cities and towns
Publisher: Boston : Houghton Mifflin Co. Cambridge (Mass.) : Riverside Press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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m India. There above us it still sprang from wallto wall, a mighty, open-wood work construction, in thesame lines as that of the Eremetani, mounting fromeach side to the peak in a succession of half-arches,one upon another. How dusty, bare, silent, and deserted was thisstrange place which has held such priceless artistictreasure, where the very shadows seem asleep asthey glide over the wide, unpeopled floor, (and) it isnot easy to remember that this was once the theatreof eager intrigues, ere the busy stir of the old burgwas utterly extinguished. ^ We went down to examine Donatellos woodenhorse, — a huge, lifelike figure with a modern head,teeming with muscular energy, which was praised bypoets to the skies when it came from the mastershand, the first man-made charger since ancient days.Behind it to the right, on the end wall, we noticed alittle monument to Livy, containing the bones of hisfreedman Titus Halys, which were when first found ^ J. A. Symonds, Fine Arts, chap, ii, p. 60.
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to H > O Ph OH BH o . tn 2 ^ w o H CO o I - « PADUA THE LEARNED 57 mistaken for the historians. Other Roman relics andinscriptions line the walls of the loggia without, onthe north side, where we looked down upon theflocked toadstool-covers of the market-stands inPiazza dei Frutti, and the morning pandemonium ofthe bartering populace rose to our ears. Descending, we made our way through the crowdwestward to Via Dante and the Duomo. The piazzabefore the latter was vacant and silent as ever, andthe sun poured into it somnolently; three soldierswere in fact asleep together before the triumphal archof the Carrara. I found the sacristan within theDuomo, and brought him out to let us into the an-cient, round Baptistery, which is always kept locked. Exclamations of astonishment burst from my com-panions lips as we stood in that strange cubic nave,of the twelfth century, gazing at its quadrangularwalls and flat dome: the whole structure, every squareinch of its surface above the wainscoti

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