Lucca Quotes

“Lucca the busy.”

“Lucca l'industriosa.”

“Wikipedia: Lucca”

“This one, methought, as master of the sport,
Rode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps
Unto the mountain, which forbids the sight
Of Lucca to the Pisan.”

“You are at Lucca baths, you tell me, to stay for the summer;
Florence was quite too hot; you can’t move further at present.
Will you not come, do you think, before the summer is over?”

“From off our bridge, he said: "O Malebranche,
  Behold one of the elders of Saint Zita;
  Plunge him beneath, for I return for othersUnto that town, which is well furnished with them.
  All there are barrators, except Bonturo;
  No into Yes for money there is changed.”

“The fireflies, pulsing forth their rapid gleams,
  Are the only light
  That breaks the night;
A stream, that has the voice of many streams,
  Is the only sound
  All around:
And we have found our way to the rude stone,
Where many a twilight we have sat alone,
Though in this summer-darkness never yet;
We have had happy, happy moments here,
We have had thoughts we never can forget,
Which will go on with us beyond the bier.
The very lineaments of thy dear face
I do not see, but yet its influence
I feel, even as my outward sense perceives
The freshening presence of the chestnut leaves,
Whose vaguest forms my eye can only trace,
By following where the darkness seems most dense.
What light, what sight, what form, can be to us
Beautiful as this gloom?
We have come down, alive and conscious,
Into a blesséd tomb:
We have left the world behind us,
Her vexations cannot find us,
We are too far away;
There is something to gainsay
In the life of every day;
But in this delicious death
We let go our mortal breath,
Naught to feel and hear and see,
But our heart’s felicity;
Naught with which to be at war,
Naught to fret our shame or pride,
Knowing only that we are,
Caring not what is beside.”