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Updated: June 10, 2025
There was the Palazzo Colonna, with its garden edged by meagre cypresses; the Palazzo Torlonia, almost ripped open by recent "improvements"; the Palazzo di Venezia, bare and fearsome, with its crenelated walls, its stern and tragic appearance, that of some fortress of the middle ages, forgotten there amidst the commonplace life of nowadays.
One saw many lovely faces.... The whole Corso, from the Piazza di Venezia to the Piazza del Popolo, looks like a festively-decorated arena. But, for the first time during many weeks, the sky is grey, and the streets are wet with rain which has fallen in the night; it even now looks threatening, and already has rained a little, but the air is soft and calm.
After a while he walked calmly, and Beppo came up beside him. Merthyr shook his hand. "Ah, signor Mertyrio! ah, padrone!" said Beppo. Merthyr directed his observation to a regiment of Austrians marching down the Corso Venezia to the Ticinese gate. "Yes, they are ready enough for us," Beppo remarked. "Perhaps Carlo Alberto will beat them this time. If he does, viva to him!
In Venice, also, this form of poetry had a history of its own, which we are able to trace with the help of the 'Venezia' of Francesco Sansovino. In addition to this, the tombs of the Doges in the fourteenth century bore short inscriptions in prose, recording merely facts, and beside them turgid hexameters or leonine verses.
"Caterina Regina Figlia di Venezia Nostra Venezia!" A great cry rent the air; it came from thousands of hearts and thrilled her own to its core, and the first, great emotion of her young life swept through her, transforming and wholly possessing her.
Ah, bellissima! Let me float for ever thus! You bathed your spirit in sunshine and colour; I can hear you murmur now, 'O Venezia benedetta! non ti voglio lasciar!" "It was just the same when she spent a month in France with the Baroness de Hautenoblesse," continued Salemina.
As soon as his carriage, after crossing the Piazza di Venezia, entered the Corso, he gave rein to his childish vanity, his desire to shine, his passion for gay, happy life in the open under the lovely sky. All this, indeed, was clearly expressed in the simple gesture which he made whilst exclaiming: "The Corso!" As on the previous day, Pierre was filled with astonishment.
Preciozi got out at the Piazza Venezia and Caesar went on to the end of the Via Nazionale. "Where have you been?" asked Laura, on seeing him. "I've been taking a walk with the abbe." "It's evident that you find him more interesting than us women." "Preciozi is very interesting. He is a Machiavellian. He has a candour that is assumed and a dulness that is assumed.
Chronicle of Pietro Dolfino, Cod. Ven. p. 47. This Chronicle is spoken of by Sansovino as "molto particolare, e distinta." Sansovino, Venezia descritta, p. 593. So far, then, of the Byzantine Palace. SECTION XII. 2nd. We may now, with some reason, doubt of their admirableness; but their importance, and the vigorous will and intellect of the Doge, are not to be disputed.
Half-a-dozen strokes of the oar brought them in among the tall, shielding posts, close alongside the steps of the Venezia. As the hotel porter handed the young ladies from the gondola, the Colonel paused to have a word with the gondolier. The man was standing, hat in hand, keeping the oar in gentle motion to counteract the force of the tide, which was setting strongly seaward.
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