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12 EIRST PERIOD.
alternately purple and pale green, as they reflect the evening
clouds or twilight sky; and almost beneath our feet, on the
same field which sustains the tower we gaze from, a group
of four buildings, two of them little larger than cottages
(though built of stone, and one adorned by a quaint belfry),
the third an octagonal chapel, of which we can see but little
more than the flat red roof with its rayed tiling, the fourth, a
considerable church with nave and aisles, but of which, in like
manner, we can see little but the long central ridge and lateral
slopes of roof, which the sunlight separates in one glowing mass
from the green field beneath and grey moor beyond. There
are no living creatures near the buildings, nor any vestige of
village or city round about them. They he like a little company of ships becalmed on a far-away sea.
§ ii. Then look farther to the south. Beyond the widening
branches of the lagoon, and rising out of the bright lake into,
which they gather, there are a multitude of towers, dark, and
scattered among square-set shapes of clustered palaces, a long
and irregular line fretting the southern sky.
Mother and daughter, you behold them both in thei*
widowhood,—Torcello and Venice.
Thirteen hundred years ago, the grey moorland looked as it
does this day, and the purple mountains stood as radiantly in
the deep distances of evening; but on the line of the horizon,
there were strange fires mixed with the light of sunset, and the
lament of many human voices mixed with the fretting of the
waves on their ridges of sand. The flames rose from the ruins
of Altinum; the lament from the multitude of its people, seeking, like Israel of old, a refuge from the sword in the paths of
the sea.
The cattle are feeding and resting upon the site of the city
that they left; the mower's scythe swept this day at dawn over
the chief street of the city that they built, and the swathes of
soft grass are now sending up their scent into the night air, the
only incense that fills the temple of their ancient worship.
Let us go down into that little space of meadow land.
§ in. The inlet which runs nearest to the base of the cam*
| Title | The stones of Venice - 2 |
| Creator | Ruskin, John |
| Publisher | J. Wiley |
| Place of Publication | New York |
| Date | 1889 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000023 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | 12 EIRST PERIOD. alternately purple and pale green, as they reflect the evening clouds or twilight sky; and almost beneath our feet, on the same field which sustains the tower we gaze from, a group of four buildings, two of them little larger than cottages (though built of stone, and one adorned by a quaint belfry), the third an octagonal chapel, of which we can see but little more than the flat red roof with its rayed tiling, the fourth, a considerable church with nave and aisles, but of which, in like manner, we can see little but the long central ridge and lateral slopes of roof, which the sunlight separates in one glowing mass from the green field beneath and grey moor beyond. There are no living creatures near the buildings, nor any vestige of village or city round about them. They he like a little company of ships becalmed on a far-away sea. § ii. Then look farther to the south. Beyond the widening branches of the lagoon, and rising out of the bright lake into, which they gather, there are a multitude of towers, dark, and scattered among square-set shapes of clustered palaces, a long and irregular line fretting the southern sky. Mother and daughter, you behold them both in thei* widowhood,—Torcello and Venice. Thirteen hundred years ago, the grey moorland looked as it does this day, and the purple mountains stood as radiantly in the deep distances of evening; but on the line of the horizon, there were strange fires mixed with the light of sunset, and the lament of many human voices mixed with the fretting of the waves on their ridges of sand. The flames rose from the ruins of Altinum; the lament from the multitude of its people, seeking, like Israel of old, a refuge from the sword in the paths of the sea. The cattle are feeding and resting upon the site of the city that they left; the mower's scythe swept this day at dawn over the chief street of the city that they built, and the swathes of soft grass are now sending up their scent into the night air, the only incense that fills the temple of their ancient worship. Let us go down into that little space of meadow land. § in. The inlet which runs nearest to the base of the cam* |
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