"Gondola" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... more than a week, which could not all be spent in Mrs. Lander's company, much as she wished it. There were hours which he gave to going about in a gondola with Clementina, whom he forbade to be always at the invalid's side. He tried to reassure her as to Mrs. Lander's health, when be found her rather mute and absent, while they drifted in the silvery sun of the late April weather, just ...
— Henry James, Jr. • William Dean Howells
... would win, without consent Of that inexorable Sire, Whose heart refused him in its ire, When Alp, beneath his Christian name, Her virgin hand aspired to claim. In happier mood, and earlier time, While unimpeached for traitorous crime, Gayest in Gondola or Hall, He glittered through the Carnival; 190 And tuned the softest serenade That e'er on Adria's waters played At midnight ...
— The Works Of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 (of 7) • Lord Byron
... like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy! Thy mountains, seas and vineyards, and the towers Of cities they encircle!—it was ours To stand on thee, beholding it: and then, 60 Just where we had dismounted, the Count's men Were waiting for us with the gondola.— As those who pause on some delightful way Though bent on pleasant pilgrimage, we stood Looking upon the evening, and the flood 65 Which lay between the city and the shore, Paved with the image of the sky...the hoar And aery Alps towards the North ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... question. My reading may be too desultory or too personal to be paraded in public. I don't make it a practice to tell all the neighbors what I ate for breakfast. I like to saunter along through the book just as I ride in a gondola when in Venice. I'm not going anywhere, but get my enjoyment from merely being on the way. I pay the gondolier and then let him have his own way with me. So with the book. I pay the money and then abandon myself to it. If it can make me laugh, why, well and good, and ...
— Reveries of a Schoolmaster • Francis B. Pearson
... dispute between Genoese, Maltese, and Provencal hags, gleaning on the quays round the sacks of wheat, and abusing each other, crouched in the whirlwinds of golden dust. She was indeed a Levantine of a seaport, a spoiled child, who, in the evening, left alone, had heard from her terrace or from her gondola the sailors revile each other in every tongue of the Latin seas, and had remembered it all. The wretched man looked at her, frightened, terrified at what she forced him to hear, at her grotesque figure, ...
— The Nabob • Alphonse Daudet
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