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30 THE LANDSCAPE ANNUAL.
the fatal intelligence. At length, suddenly rushing for-
ward, he endeavoured to stab Adorno 5 but the prince,
wrenching the dagger from his grasp, laid him prostrate
at his feet. With a groan of agony the wretch expired,
whilst Adorno supported the fainting Bianca.
The news of Malvezzi’s death opened the gates of
Pisa to the duchess. She long and happily swayed the
sceptre of her paternal dominions, and was not the worse
princess that she had once known adversity. There are
few persons who cannot picture to themselves, without
assistance, the festivities attending her entrance into the
city, and the magnificence of her nuptials with the Prince
Adorno, still more worthy in reality than fame proclaimed
him.
We have the pleasure of here subjoining, as most ap-
propriate to the site of a palace, from whose banks sped
over the blue waves many a pleasure-party and many a
lover’s gondola to explore the beauties of Adria’s tri-
butary isles, some lines to the able illustrator of this
work from a well known and admired pen.
TO SAMUEL PROUT, ESQ.
AFTER RECEIVING HIS “ BRIDGE OF SIGHS.”
The Bridge of Sighs! the Bridge of Sighs!
Lie down, and, by its waters dreaming,
Lament no more thy colder skies,
Thy mountain peaks, thy torrents streaming !
Look—where the bluest, sunniest sea
Now bares its breast for thee and me !
the fatal intelligence. At length, suddenly rushing for-
ward, he endeavoured to stab Adorno 5 but the prince,
wrenching the dagger from his grasp, laid him prostrate
at his feet. With a groan of agony the wretch expired,
whilst Adorno supported the fainting Bianca.
The news of Malvezzi’s death opened the gates of
Pisa to the duchess. She long and happily swayed the
sceptre of her paternal dominions, and was not the worse
princess that she had once known adversity. There are
few persons who cannot picture to themselves, without
assistance, the festivities attending her entrance into the
city, and the magnificence of her nuptials with the Prince
Adorno, still more worthy in reality than fame proclaimed
him.
We have the pleasure of here subjoining, as most ap-
propriate to the site of a palace, from whose banks sped
over the blue waves many a pleasure-party and many a
lover’s gondola to explore the beauties of Adria’s tri-
butary isles, some lines to the able illustrator of this
work from a well known and admired pen.
TO SAMUEL PROUT, ESQ.
AFTER RECEIVING HIS “ BRIDGE OF SIGHS.”
The Bridge of Sighs! the Bridge of Sighs!
Lie down, and, by its waters dreaming,
Lament no more thy colder skies,
Thy mountain peaks, thy torrents streaming !
Look—where the bluest, sunniest sea
Now bares its breast for thee and me !