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Updated: July 8, 2025
On his death-bed, it is said, he desired to be buried in the church of the Dominican friars at Tarascon, but we never hear if his wishes were carried out, and no trace of his burial is to be found in this place. On the whole we are inclined to think the most trustworthy authority on the subject is the Dominican historian of S. Maria delle Grazie, Padre Gattico.
"Good-night, Signora. Buon riposo." He moved towards the door. When he reached it he stopped and added: "I am going to bed, Signora." "Go. Sleep well." "Grazie, Signora. The Signorina is still outside, I am sure." "She goes out for a minute nearly every evening, Gaspare. She likes the air and to look at the sea." "Si, Signora; in a minute I shall go to bed. Buon riposo." And he went out.
She first looked round and then swooped hurriedly across the stage, three inches from the ground; before quite touching her protector, however, she swung halfway back again, then a little forwards, and finally, coming to anchor at a suitable distance, raised her two hands and, as though offering him a tray of refreshments, said "Grazie."
In the same place, at the head of the refectory, by the hand of a certain Fra Girolamo, a lay-brother of S. Dominic, as has been related elsewhere, is a picture in oils which is a copy of the very beautiful Last Supper that Leonardo painted in S. Maria delle Grazie at Milan, and copied so well, that I was amazed by it.
Again, this same linked tracery or "fantasia dei vinci," as it is called in Beatrice and her sister's letters, is to be seen both in the decorations that adorn the ceiling of a hall in the Castello of Milan, and on the vaulting of the sacristy in St. Maria delle Grazie. And as Mr.
We bore her to Santa Maria delle Grazie, attended by an innumerable company of monks and nuns and priests, bearing crosses of gold, of silver and wood, infinite numbers of gentlemen and citizens, and crowds of people of every rank and class, all weeping and making the greatest lamentation that was ever seen, for the great loss which this city has suffered in the death of its duchess.
It's just as bad at the Italian houses; they've learned to like tea." "When I was here before, they never offered you anything but coffee," said Colville. "They took tea for medicine, and there was an old joke that I thought I should die of, I heard it so often about the Italian that said to the English woman when she offered him tea, 'Grazie; sto bene." "Oh, that's all changed now."
From the Ponte alle Grazie downward, half-way towards the Ponte Vecchio, there is an island of gravel, and the channel on each side is so shallow as to allow the passage of men and horses wading not overleg.
Of the young Englishman I can tell you nothing; but of Marc'antonio I can promise that he will be on the road and not far behind me." "Grazie," muttered Marc'antonio; "but how could you be sure I had received the message?" "Because the Princess had charged you to be at that post until released.
Buy something for your mother and father, for the house, some nice things!" "Grazie, signore." He took the note, but without alacrity, and his face was still lowering. "And you, signore?" he asked. "Yes. Are you not coming with me to the auction? It will be better for you to be there to choose the things." For an instant Maurice felt irritated.
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