Identifier: florenceinpoetry00ryan (find matches)
Title: Florence in poetry, history and art
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Ryan, Sara Agnes
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Publisher: Chicago, Mayer and Miller Co.
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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Vasari, also the portico degli Uffiziwith many statues of famous Tuscans. Thestatue of Cosimo is by John of Bologna. The Magliabechiana Library now united withthe Pitti Library form a National one of 200,000volumes. On the second floor of the Palazzo isa circular suite of rooms, one of which is theTribune, containing the rarest gems of the artcollection. One of the five precious marbles, theVenus deMedici, was found in Hadrians villa,Rome, and was brought to Florence by DukeFerdinand. It is described thus by Byron: There, too, the Goddess loves in stone, and fills The air around with beauty; we inhale The ambrosial aspect, which, beheld, instils Part of its immortality; the veil Of heaven is half undrawn; within the pale We stand, and in that form and face behold What mind can make, when Natures self would fail;And to the fond idolaters of oldEnvy the innate flash which such a soul could mould. We gaze and turn away, and know not where,Dazzled and drunk with beauty, till the heart 288
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The Treasures of Florence. Reels with its fulness; there, forever there,Chained to the chariot of triumphant art,We stand as captives, and would not depart.Away! there need no words, nor terms precise,The paltry jargon of the marble mart,Where pedantry gulls folly,—we have eyes:Blood, pulse, and breast confirm the DardanShepherds prize. Appearedst thou not to Paris in this guise?Or to more deeply blest Anchises? orIn all thy perfect goddess-ship, when liesBefore thee thy own vanquished lord of war?And gazing in thy face as toward a star,Laid on thy lap, his eyes to thee upturn,Feeding on thy sweet cheek! while thy lips areWith lava kisses melting while they burn,Showered on his eyelids, brow, and mouth, asfrom an urn! Glowing, and circumfused in speechless love, Their full divinity inadequate That feeling to express, or to improve, The gods become as mortals, and mans fate Has moments like their brightest; but, the weightOf earth recoils upon us;—let it go!We can recall such visio

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