‘The bakery! Let’s go to the bakery!’ was the cry. In the street called the Corsia de’ Servi, there is still today a bakery which bears the same name that it did then. In Tuscan it would be called the ‘Forno delle Grucce’; but in the Milanese dialect its name is made up of such [...]
Historical linguists usually make much of place names, and rightly. When a given territory changes hands, the spoken language of the former inhabitants may completely give way to that of the newcomers, but the place names normally remain as a perennial monument to the people who first lived there, though they may change to the [...]
“Surely these must be poetry, and not books of knighthood,” said the priest, and opening one he saw that it was La Diana by Jorge de Montemayor. Supposing that all the rest were of the same kind, he said “These don’t deserve to be burned like the rest, because they do not and will not [...]
Most beloved by Hiawatha Was the gentle Chibiabos, He the best of all musicians, He the sweetest of all singers. Beautiful and childlike was he, Brave as man is, soft as woman, Pliant as a wand of willow, Stately as a deer with antlers. When he sang, the village listened; All the warriors gathered round [...]
All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colors waving; with them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appeared, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft [...]