Title | Scraps from an artist's sketchbook |
Alternative Title | Scraps from an artist's sketch book, with illustrations from the author's original sketches in Rome, Florence, and Venice , photographed by J. Greer, Pendleton |
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Publisher | Daily Chronicle |
Date | 1877 |
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Language | English |
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Original Item Extent | 118 pages; 12 leaves; 19 cm |
Original Item Location | DG427 .R68 1877 |
Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b2395052~S11 |
Digital Collection | Exotic Impressions: Views of Foreign Lands |
Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/exotic |
Repository | Kenneth Franzheim II Rare Books Room, William R. Jenkins Architecture and Art Library, University of Houston Libraries |
Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/william-r-jenkins-architecture-art-library |
Use and Reproduction | No Copyright - United States |
Identifier | exotic_201304_003 |
Title | Page 46 |
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File Name | exotic_201304_003_060.jpg |
Transcript | 46 ROME. Whilst everywhere dwells, horrid stinks, oh, such smells* Enough a good Christian to poison, But they swallow it all for St. Peter and Paul, And a score or two more who keep eyes on. One day in the street, I happened to meet An old gent who gave such a move, So I bow'd in return, only quickly to learn That he bow'd to a lady above. She was dressed all in blue, with rings not a few, Her complexion was what you'd call pink, On her head was a crown, whilst her hair flowing down, Such a beauty, I just gave a wink. Now this form and this face were in a glass case, Not at balcony, window, or stair, And there all the night, with a very small light, She stood, on my word, I declare. For the very next day, as I pass'd by that way, I saw just the very same fairy; I stood with surprise, when I opened my eyes, And beheld that this virgin was Mary. You must not ask for news, be content with fine views, Such as Turner has drawn in his Liber Studiorum well known, though rather high flown, When compared with the banks of the Tiber. Then all we can say, and we constantly pray, Let all who have queer views at home, In the Church, high or low, see the humbug and show, And they'll never "Go over to Rome." Our song was said to be a success, and great applause followed. The evening, one of the pleasantest, too soon terminated, and we could not but feel proud that it was given in our honour. |