ISABEL;
OR,
SICILY.
A Pilgrimage.
“Alas for Sicily! rude fragments now
Lie scattered where the shapely column stood,
Her palaces are dust. In all her streets
The voice of singing and the sprightly chord
Are silent. Revelry and dance and show
Suffer a syncope and solemn pause;
While God performs upon the trembling stage
Of his own works, his dreadful part alone.”
BY HENRY T. TUCKERMAN,
AUTHOR OF THE “ITALIAN SKETCH BOOK.”
PHILADELPHIA:
LEA AND BLANCHARD.
(SUCCESSORS TO CAREY & CO.)
© 1839.
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