Thursday, April 9, 2009

"Those days are gone..."


I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times, when many a subject land
Looked to the wingéd Lion's marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!

She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,
Rising with her tiara of proud towers
At airy distance, with majestic motion,
A ruler of the waters and their powers:
And such she was--her daughters had their dowers
From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East
Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers:
In purple was she robed, and of her feast
Monarchs partook, and deemed their dignity increased.

In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,
And music meets not always now the ear:
Those days are gone--but Beauty still is here;
States fall, arts fade--but Nature doth not die,
Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!

Lord Byron
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
1812

1 comment:

  1. Well hello Larry Mellman! I was doing a search on linkedin looking for you and thought to do a random websearch and what do I find but a great set of blogs and photos from Venice! I am so jealous. I was there last year on a cruise and just didn't have enough time to see everything I had wanted to. I hope all is well with you. Shoot me an email to say hi. it is (r b e d e a u x @ m a c . c o m)

    -your PiPress employee,
    -rob

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