Giulia Gonzaga, che, dovunque il piede Volge, e dovunque i sereni occhi gira, Non pur ogn' altra di beltà le cede, Ma, come scesa dal ciel, Dea l'ammira. It was night--the Duchess was in bed. Her hand shaded her wakeful eyes from the light of a silver lamp fed with perfumed oil, which shone only on what was calculated to please the taste, minister to the luxury, and display the wealth of the owner. Rare paintings of Scriptural and mythological subjects decorated the walls, the ceiling was richly moulded and gilt, the floor of polished marble was only partially covered with fine matting, a few choice statuettes and vases occupied brackets and niches; the massive toilette se…
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