The charm of Venice

by Unknown

Those hundred isles that tower majestically,

That rise abruptly from the water-mark,

Nor with rough crag, but marble, and the work

Of noblest architects.

SAMUEL ROGERS.

SING TO ME, GONDOLIER

Sing to me, Gondolier!

Sing words from Tasso’s lay;

While blue, and still, and clear,

Night seems but softer day.