At night the
darkness
reveals the tiny lanterns which guide
these boats, and they look like shadows passing by, lit by stars.
Byron
and who used to sing such sweet verses about Orlando's ... all under my
lattice ... on the moonlight nights at Venice?"--_Mysteries of Udolpho_,
by Anne Radcliffe, 1882, p. 195. Compare, too, _Beppo_, stanza xv. lines
1-6, _vide ante_, p. 164.]
[434] [Compare "The gondolas gliding down the canals are like coffins or
cradles ...
At night the
darkness
reveals the tiny lanterns which guide
these boats, and they look like shadows passing by, lit by stars.
Everything in this region is mystery--government, custom,
love."--_Corinne or Italy_, by Madame de Stael, 1888, pp. 279, 280.
Compare, too--
"In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless Gondolier."
_Childe Harold_, Canto IV. stanza iii. lines 1, 2,
_Poetical Works_, 1899, ii. note 3.]
[eg] ----_or towering spire_.--[MS. M.]
[eh] ----_at this moment_.--[Alternative reading. MS. M.
