Florentine Tales: With Modern IllustrationsR. Bentley, 1847 - 331 Seiten |
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... in the morning sing Those songs which the pure heart can understand ; To sit at noon beneath the leafy tree , Whose rustling makes a music like the sea . XIV . An ancient Abbey in a twilight gloom , CANTO I. ] 7 OF FLORENCE .
... in the morning sing Those songs which the pure heart can understand ; To sit at noon beneath the leafy tree , Whose rustling makes a music like the sea . XIV . An ancient Abbey in a twilight gloom , CANTO I. ] 7 OF FLORENCE .
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... true . Methinks I now thy jocund face behold , Thou best and wittiest of the mirthful crew ; Whose song was ever in the comic key , At war with dismal Horne and tragedy ! XXXVIII . And I - the poet , I too CANTO III . ] 75 OF FLORENCE .
... true . Methinks I now thy jocund face behold , Thou best and wittiest of the mirthful crew ; Whose song was ever in the comic key , At war with dismal Horne and tragedy ! XXXVIII . And I - the poet , I too CANTO III . ] 75 OF FLORENCE .
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... song ! quitting their own bright sphere To wander midst these scenes of penal fire , - They who have left behind all grief and fear ? Tell me , I pray , led on by what desire Did they descend ? and wherefore doth appear Anger so mighty ...
... song ! quitting their own bright sphere To wander midst these scenes of penal fire , - They who have left behind all grief and fear ? Tell me , I pray , led on by what desire Did they descend ? and wherefore doth appear Anger so mighty ...
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... song , Thus much thou mayest be of their story told , - They see the pains of those who did them wrong : And He who hath forgiven his foes , doth still Hate with just hatred those who wrought her ill . " XLIX . Thus while he spake ...
... song , Thus much thou mayest be of their story told , - They see the pains of those who did them wrong : And He who hath forgiven his foes , doth still Hate with just hatred those who wrought her ill . " XLIX . Thus while he spake ...
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... Songs of Innocence , " To all such outcasts , whatso their offence , Pauper or orphan , clod or climbing boy , Negro or gaol - bird , with a love intense ! To Mammon's slave , though thus she kill young joy , We'd show like mercy now ...
... Songs of Innocence , " To all such outcasts , whatso their offence , Pauper or orphan , clod or climbing boy , Negro or gaol - bird , with a love intense ! To Mammon's slave , though thus she kill young joy , We'd show like mercy now ...
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ABBOT OF FLORENCE agen angels Anne Green Appennines art thou barque beauty beneath bless blest Boccaccio bosom breath bright brow CANTO Chrysos cloud confest corse cried dead death despair dread dream Duke e'en earth Emperor eyes fair Father fear feel fell Ferando Fiorante Franciscan friar gazing gentle Gilbert Girolamo glory grace grave Guenda hath heard heart heaven holy Jovinian kiss lady Lady Hester Stanhope live look maiden marble Marquis Megatherium monk morning Muses ne'er neath never o'er once palace Pasquino passion pious poor pray prayer pride priest proud Purgatory rapture Rigondi Saint Salvestra scorn sculptor seraph sigh Sighieri Simona sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spake spirit stood story sweet tale tears tell thee Theodoret thou thought told twas twill Vianelli wife woman wretched XXIII XXXVI youth
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Seite 305 - ... Garbed with death's angelic grace ; Sweetly fell the fresh-born day On the calmness of that clay : Looking on it, one might deem She was smiling in a dream. Clara paused an instant there, Gazing on that brow so fair ; Crossed herself, and sighing said, (As she turned aside her head,) " Little can we tell who share Our household hearth of joy and care ! " Therefore with grave tenderness Should we strive to cheer and bless " All who live this little life, — Husband, children, sire, or wife, "...
Seite 95 - Afterward, when she was better recovered, she affirmed that she neither remembered how the fetters were knocked off, how she went out of the prison, when she was turned off the ladder, whether any psalm was sung or not, nor was she sensible of any pains that she could remember...
Seite 7 - By Heavens ! it must be a pleasant thing To live and die within a garden land, — To see the bursting herbage in the spring, And watch as day by day the buds expand ! To hear the sweet birds in the morning sing, Those songs which the pure heart can understand ! To sit at noon beneath the leafy tree, Whose rustling makes a music like the sea.
Seite 10 - And then to watch the twilight shadows creep Over the mighty heavens, like a thought Glooming the mind ; to know the world asleep And nature to the breast of midnight caught ! To feel the silence passionately deep, 'Till every sense is to its climax wrought! — For one sweet year of life like this, I'd give In glad exchange the years I have to live.
Seite 91 - The author here, perhaps, may appear too hard on the sex, as if he were inclined to insinuate the impossibility of finding any virtue in it. In disproof of this, however, take the following from an old book of paradoxes, which, as it has neither date nor title-page, I cannot more particularly describe. " I am not so courageous, that I dare defend women, or pronounce them good ; yet we see physicians allow some virtue in every poison : Then why should we except women ? Since certainly they are good...
Seite 40 - tis the jealous ghost, condemned to roam Abroad, as penance for his sins at home. xv. Some said they heard the clanking of his chains, And others that he had no chains at all ; Some that he roared aloud with hellish pains, While others said he let no murmur fall. One lady, blest with rare poetic brains, Distinctly...
Seite 140 - tis sweet To look on Florence ! How the heart doth beat In the touched bosom of Girolamo ! Val d'Arno ! never yet did he so greet Thee and the city there that sleeps below, Within thine arms embraced, and coloured in the glow XXIII. Of an Italian sunset. There, behold, Gorgeously tinted, the Duomo loom ; The Campanile, in a mist of gold, And the tall tower of...
Seite 112 - All this of course had been contrived before, That furtively, as you may understand, He might quit Florence, and, being put on shore At Pisa, thence by Genoa, overland, Reach France and Paris. By which underhand Proceeding, poor Salvestra nothing knew Of his departure, even though from the strand She watched, with mystic sense, as it withdrew, The stately barque that held her lover young and true ! XXVIII. Salvestra looks at the receding sail With ignorant complacence ; yet, I've hinted, A mystic...
Seite 16 - Therefore, good Father, give me your advice How I may cure my spouse, this sottish swine, Of jealousy, — that inconvenient vice; It leads away my soul from thoughts divine, So that I quite despair of Paradise ; Whereas I'm sure, if wedded peace were mine, I should all wives in piety eclipse, And nought save Watts' hymns should pass my lips . '
Seite 94 - ... all things there glittered like silver and gold) he caused all to depart the room but the gentlemen of the faculty who were to have been at the dissection, and asked her concerning her sense and apprehensions during the time she was hanged. To which she answered at first somewhat impertinently, talking as if she had been then to suffer. And when they spake unto her concerning her miraculous deliverance, she answered that she hoped God would give her patience, and the like : afterwards, when she...