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Gratified at the sensation caused by the unexampled magnificence and grace of his royal consort, Henry smilingly inquired of the Nuncio "if he had ever before seen so fine a squadron?" "Bellissimo e pericolosissimo!" was the reply of the gallant prelate.
And while my boat paused, and I caught something of the enthusiasm of the serenaders, the boatman touched me, and, pointing to a part of the lake on which the setting sun shed its rosiest smile, he said, "There, Signor, was drowned one of your countrymen 'bellissimo uomo! che fu bello!" yes, there, in the pride of his promising youth, of his noble and almost godlike beauty, before the very windows the very eyes of his bride the waves without a frown had swept over the idol of many hearts the graceful and gallant Locke.* And above his grave was the voluptuous sky, and over it floated the triumphant music.
She had no great capacity for admiration, and nothing she saw succeeded in dragging warm eulogies from her lips. There was none of the "bello! bellissimo!" of the Italian ladies in her talk, but a series of exact epithets. Mme.
The evening again was a glorious one, and again the roses were left behind. When the Colonel and his Pollys appeared at the steps of the Venezia, Vittorio greeted them with a radiant "bellissimo!" The moon was all but full and not a breath of air stirred the wide reaches of the lagoon, visible beyond San Giorgio.
And while my boat paused, and I caught something of the enthusiasm of the serenaders, the boatman touched me, and, pointing to a part of the lake on which the setting sun shed its rosiest smile, he said, "There, Signor, was drowned one of your countrymen 'bellissimo uomo! che fu bello!" yes, there, in the pride of his promising youth, of his noble and almost godlike beauty, before the very windows the very eyes of his bride the waves without a frown had swept over the idol of many hearts the graceful and gallant Locke.* And above his grave was the voluptuous sky, and over it floated the triumphant music.
È bello, ah? Bellissimo! And the Lion of San Marco on the crown of it è vero Giuseppe? with wings magnifico! And jewels of rubino in the eyes of it; and a tongue " "Cosi!" interposed Giuseppe, with dramatic effectiveness, thrusting out his own with relish. "Thus!" "Ma c'è altro!" cried a gondolier from Murano. "There is more yet!
The tale of that happening is graphically told by the pen of the admiring Macchiavelli, who names the affair "Il Bellissimo Inganno." That he so named it should suffice us and restrain us from criticisms of our own, accepting that criticism of his. To us, judged from our modern standpoint, the affair of Sinigaglia is the last word in treachery and iscariotism.
Little pupil of my eyes, you don't hear me!" "Gionetta, is he not god-like?" "Sancta Maria! he is handsome, bellissimo; and when you are his wife, for they say these English are never satisfied unless they marry " "Wife! English! Whom are you talking of?" "Why, the young English signor, to be sure." "Chut! I thought you spoke of Zicci." "Oh!
Little pupil of my eyes, you don't hear me!" "Gionetta, is he not god-like?" "Sancta Maria! he is handsome, bellissimo; and when you are his wife, for they say these English are never satisfied unless they marry " "Wife! English! Whom are you talking of?" "Why, the young English signor, to be sure." "Chut! I thought you spoke of Zicci." "Oh!
'But you know D'Annunzio is a poet oh, beautiful, beautiful! There was no going beyond this 'bello bellissimo'. It was the language which did it. It was the Italian passion for rhetoric, for the speech which appeals to the senses and makes no demand on the mind. When an Englishman listens to a speech he wants at least to imagine that he understands thoroughly and impersonally what is meant.
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