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It is the third chapter in the "Sandokan" saga starred by Kabir Bedi. Retrieved 13 March Private Crimes Delitti privati is a Italian mystery mini television series directed by Sergio Martino. Plot The story, set in Lucca, sees the death of a businessman, Marco Pierboni, killed in the garden of his villa outside the city, even if the body is found near the factory who ran while a young girl studying in a conservatory, Sandra Durani, disappears and is later found dead near the bank of the river Serchio as a witness of the murder.
At the same time begin to circulate in the city a series of anonymous letters, creating a climate of suspicion in the investigation that involves some people who direct and those who only marginally so far were above all suspicion, and even a third is killed person, Paolo Roversi, a friend of Sandra who was looking for items to be acquitted of double murder. In response to these crimes Nicole Venturi, a French journalist and mother of Sandra, follow closely with colleague Andrea Baresi the survey coordinated by the Police Commissioner Stefano Avanzo and begins to.
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A fourteenth series is in preparation. Main series results Series Year s Broadcast dates No. Ludovico Fremont born 26 September is an Italian actor. Also in , he won, in tandem with Silvia Fontana, the second edition of Notti sul ghiacc. As of 31 December , it had a population of and an area of 5. Demographic evolution References "Superficie di Comuni Province e Regioni italiane al 9 ottobre ".
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As of 31 December , it had a population of 2, and an area of History The first structure was a fortress built by Thomas I of Savoy around on a hill, to command the main southern access to Turin. Architect Carlo di Castellamonte enlarged the construction substantially, and the interiors were redesigned by him and other local artists. Victor Amadeus would later die there in The castle was used extensively by the Savoyard. Siena Square, inside the Villa Borghese gardens. The 18th century "Temple of Aesculapius" built purely as a landscape feature, influenced by the lake at Stourhead, Wiltshire, England.
Villa Borghese is a landscape garden in the naturalistic English manner in Rome, containing a number of buildings, museums see Galleria Borghese and attractions. It is the third largest public park in Rome 80 hectares or The gardens were developed for the Villa Borghese Pinciana "Borghese villa on the Pincian Hill" , built by the architect Flaminio Ponzio, developing sketches by Scipione Borghese, who used it as a villa suburbana, a party villa, at the edge of Rome, and to house his art collection.
The gardens as they are now were remade in the early nineteenth century. It is built on the site of the Stadium of Domitian, built in the 1st century AD, and follows the form of the open space of the stadium. It is believed that over time the name changed to in avone to navone and eventually to navona. It features important sculptural and creations:. It was designed and completed by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, the leading sculptor of his day, who also designed the setting of the Chapel in marble, stucco and paint.
It is generally considered to be one of the sculptural masterpieces of the High Roman Baroque. Commission The entire ensemble was overseen and completed by a mature Bernini during the Pamphili papacy of Innocent X. When Innocent acceded to the papal throne, he shunned Bernini's artistic services; the sculptor had been the favourite artist of the previous and profligate Barberini pope. Without papal patronage, the services of Bernini's studio were therefore available to a patron such as the Venetian Cardinal Federico Cornaro 1.
The Mouth of Truth. It attracts visitors who audaciously stick their hand in the mouth. The eyes, nostrils and mouth are open. Historians aren't quite certain what the original purpose of the disc was. It was possibly used as a drain cover in the nearby Temple of Hercules Victor, which had an oculus—a round open space in the middle of the roof, similar to that of the Pantheon. Hence, it could rain inside. It is also thought that cattle merchants used it to drain the blood of cattle sacrificed to the god Hercules. In the thirteenth century the disc was probably removed from the temple and placed against the wall of the Santa Maria.
The Sleeping Hermaphroditus is an ancient marble sculpture depicting Hermaphroditus life size. In , Italian artist Gian Lorenzo Bernini sculpted the mattress upon which the statue now lies. It represents a subject that was much repeated in Hellenistic times and in ancient Rome, to judge from the number of versions that have survived.
The "Borghese Hermaphroditus" was later sold to the occupying French and was moved to The Louvre, where it is on display. The Sleeping Hermaphroditus has been described as a good early Imperial Roman copy of a bronze original by the later of the two Hellenistic sculptors named Polycles working ca BC ; the original bronze was ment. The eclectic structure was designed by Giuseppe Sacconi in Established Italian sculptors, such as Leonardo Bistolfi and Angelo Zanelli, made its sculptures nationwide.
It features stairways, Corinthian columns, fountains, an equestrian sculpture of Victor Emmanuel II, and two statues of the goddess Victoria. The family originated in the Mugello region of Tuscany, and prospered gradually until it was able to fund the Medici Bank. This bank was the largest in Europe during the 15th century, and it facilitated the Medicis' rise to political power in Florence, although they officially remained citizens rather than monarchs until the 16th century. In , the family acquired the hereditary title Duke of Florence. In , the duchy was elevated to the Grand Duchy of Tuscany after territorial expansion.
The Medicis r. Standing However, the eventual indirect route o. In , he was presented with the Golden Globe Cecil B. DeMille Lifetime Achievement Award. The marble statue stands 2. Carved by expert Greek sculptors, the statue is assumed to be a copy of a lost bronze original displayed in Rome. The date of the hypothetical bronze original is therefore later than 20 BC. The fact that Augustus is depicted barefooted, a convention signifying divinity, indicates the original was created after his apothe.
The entryway to the mausoleum of Augustus. Cinerary urn of Agrippina which now rests in the Palazzo dei Conservatori of the Capitoline Museums near the Tabularium. The mausoleum is located on the Piazza Augusto Imperatore, near the corner with Via di Ripetta as it runs along the Tiber. The grounds cover an area equivalent to a few city blocks nestled between the church of San Carlo al Corso and the Museum of the Ara Pacis.
The mausoleum is currently in the process of a restoration with a prospective completion date of April , upon which it will open to the public. The mausoleum was one of the first projects initiated by Augustus in the City of Rome following his victory at the Battle of Actium in 31 BC. The mausoleum was circular in plan, consisting of several concentric rings of earth and brick, fa. Where they were wont to do:. They raised their limbs like lifeless tools—.
We were a ghastly crew. The body of my brother's son,. Stood by me, knee to knee:. The body and I pulled at one rope,. But he said nought to me. Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest! Which to their corses came again,. But a troop of spirits blest:. For when it dawned—they dropped their arms,. And clustered round the mast;.
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,. And from their bodies passed. Around, around, flew each sweet sound,. Then darted to the Sun;. Slowly the sounds came back again,. Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky.
I heard the sky-lark sing;. Sometimes all little birds that are,. How they seemed to fill the sea and air. With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments,. Now like a lonely flute;. And now it is an angel's song,. That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on.
A pleasant noise till noon,. A noise like of a hidden brook. In the leafy month of June,. That to the sleeping woods all night. Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on,. Yet never a breeze did breathe:. Slowly and smoothly went the ship,. Moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep,.
From the land of mist and snow,. The spirit slid: and it was he. That made the ship to go. The sails at noon left off their tune,. And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast,. Had fixed her to the ocean:. But in a minute she 'gan stir,.
With a short uneasy motion—. Backwards and forwards half her length. With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go,. She made a sudden bound:. It flung the blood into my head,. And I fell down in a swound. How long in that same fit I lay,. I have not to declare;. But ere my living life returned,. I heard and in my soul discerned. Two voices in the air. By him who died on cross,. With his cruel bow he laid full low,. The harmless Albatross. In the land of mist and snow,. He loved the bird that loved the man. Who shot him with his bow. The other was a softer voice,. As soft as honey-dew:.
And penance more will do. But tell me, tell me! Thy soft response renewing—. What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the Ocean doing? Still as a slave before his lord,. The Ocean hath no blast;. His great bright eye most silently. Up to the Moon is cast—. If he may know which way to go;. For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see!
She looketh down on him. But why drives on that ship so fast,. Without or wave or wind? The air is cut away before,.
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And closes from behind. Fly, brother, fly!
Or we shall be belated:. For slow and slow that ship will go,. When the Mariner's trance is abated. I woke, and we were sailing on. As in a gentle weather:. The dead men stood together. All stood together on the deck,. For a charnel-dungeon fitter:. All fixed on me their stony eyes,. That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died,. Had never passed away:. I could not draw my eyes from theirs,. Nor turn them up to pray.
And now this spell was snapt: once more. I viewed the ocean green. And looked far forth, yet little saw.
Of what had else been seen—. Like one that on a lonesome road. Doth walk in fear and dread,. And having once turned round walks on,. And turns no more his head;. Because he knows, a frightful fiend. Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me,.
Nor sound nor motion made:. Its path was not upon the sea,. In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek. Like a meadow-gale of spring—. It mingled strangely with my fears,. Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,. Yet she sailed softly too:. Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze—. On me alone it blew. The light-house top I see? Is this the hill? Is this mine own countree! We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,.
And I with sobs did pray—. O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway. The harbour-bay was clear as glass,. So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay,. And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,. That stands above the rock:. The moonlight steeped in silentness. The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light,. Till rising from the same,. Full many shapes, that shadows were,. In crimson colours came.
A little distance from the prow. Those crimson shadows were:. I turned my eyes upon the deck—. Oh, Christ! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,. And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man,. On every corse there stood. This seraph band, each waved his hand:. It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land,. Each one a lovely light:. This seraph-band, each waved his hand,. No voice did they impart—. No voice; but oh! Like music on my heart. But soon I heard the dash of oars;. I heard the Pilot's cheer;. My head was turned perforce away,.
And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy,.
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I heard them coming fast:. Dear Lord in Heaven! The dead men could not blast. I saw a third—I heard his voice:. It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns. That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away.
The Albatross's blood. This Hermit good lives in that wood. Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres. That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn and noon and eve—. He hath a cushion plump:. It is the moss that wholly hides. The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,. Where are those lights so many and fair,.
That signal made but now? The planks looked warped! How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them,. Unless perchance it were. My forest-brook along;. When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,. And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,. That eats the she-wolf's young. The Pilot made reply. Said the Hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to the ship,. But I nor spake nor stirred;.
The boat came close beneath the ship,. And straight a sound was heard. Under the water it rumbled on,. Still louder and more dread:. It reached the ship, it split the bay;. The ship went down like lead. Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,. Which sky and ocean smote,. Like one that hath been seven days drowned. My body lay afloat;. But swift as dreams, myself I found. Within the Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,. The boat spun round and round;. And all was still, save that the hill.
Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips—the Pilot shrieked. And fell down in a fit;.
The holy Hermit raised his eyes,. And prayed where he did sit.
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I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,. Who now doth crazy go,. Laughed loud and long, and all the while. His eyes went to and fro. The Devil knows how to row.
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And now, all in my own countree,. I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,. And scarcely he could stand. O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man! The Hermit crossed his brow. What manner of man art thou? Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched. With a woeful agony,. Which forced me to begin my tale;. And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour,. That agony returns;. And till my ghastly tale is told,. This heart within me burns. Just one final remark: the song is wonderful, and I think the Finnish language adds still more to its beauty.
Vengo dalla riva del mare, mia cara madre E che ci facevi, mio gaio figlio? Davo un po' d'acqua al mio cavallo, mia cara madre Dove ti sei infangat gli stivali, mio gaio figlio? Beh, camminavo per la strada, mia cara madre Dove hai insanguinato la spada, mio gaio figlio? E ora dove te ne andrai, mio gaio figlio?
In altre terre, in terra straniera, mia cara madre E quando ne tornerai, mio gaio figlio? Quando le stelle balleranno in cielo, mia cara madre Quando balleranno le stelle in cielo, mio gaio figlio?
Quando tutti saremo giudicati alla fine dei tempi. On the seashore, on the seashore mother, my darling one. And what have you been doing there my son, my merry son? I have been watering my horse mother, my darling one. Why is there blood upon your feet my son, my merry son?
My horse stamped with its iron shoe mother, my darling one. Why there is blood upon your sword my son, my merry son? I have stabbed my brother to death mother, my darling one. What now of you, where will you go my son, my wretched son? To other lands to foreign lands my dame, my darling one. When will you be returning home my son, my wretched son?
When all the world to judgement comes my dame, my darling one. Why is there mud upon your back my son, my merry son? Because my horse it swished its tail mother, my darling one. Why is there blood upon your sword my son, my merry son? Why did you stab your brother dead my son, my wretched son?
Because he dallied with my wife my dame, my darling one. To other lands, to foreign lands my dame, my darling one. Where will you leave your old father my son, my wretched son? O let him mend the parish nets my dame, my darling one.