C. IV. ST. 1. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,— I saw from out the wave her structures rise Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. |
C. IV. ST. 1. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,— I saw from out the wave her structures rise Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. |