Arnaldo; Gaddo; and other unacknowledged poems by lord Byron and some of his contemporaries, collected by Odoardo Volpi. [With] The comedy of Dante Alighieri [Hell, canto i-x] tr. by Odoardo Volpi |
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... follow it , I am at a loss to know by whom they have been written . In speaking of them , Signor Volpi said : " Ecco ancora tre bizzarrissime composizioni di quell ' ammirabil burlatore il signor Tommaso Ood . " This may have been some ...
... follow it , I am at a loss to know by whom they have been written . In speaking of them , Signor Volpi said : " Ecco ancora tre bizzarrissime composizioni di quell ' ammirabil burlatore il signor Tommaso Ood . " This may have been some ...
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... follows breathlessly , And foes rejoicing shout ; So with despair's great strength ran he , Upon his darkling route . Yet with unslackened spring he speeds O'er many a trackless rood , that leads To the lower hills . With fearless bound ...
... follows breathlessly , And foes rejoicing shout ; So with despair's great strength ran he , Upon his darkling route . Yet with unslackened spring he speeds O'er many a trackless rood , that leads To the lower hills . With fearless bound ...
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... follow when we may . " Thine be the maid , and ours the prey . " To his seat Arnaldo sprung ; And the wild thanks died upon his tongue In thickening breath , as forth he sped With mingling throbs of hope and dread , Off through the ...
... follow when we may . " Thine be the maid , and ours the prey . " To his seat Arnaldo sprung ; And the wild thanks died upon his tongue In thickening breath , as forth he sped With mingling throbs of hope and dread , Off through the ...
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... follows all such days , As were of late thy life , is deep Upon thee now , and hath no sleep ; For still in all thy dreams doth woe Her murky vigils keep . Yet one fell purpose , one alone , With a requickening fire doth give To thee ...
... follows all such days , As were of late thy life , is deep Upon thee now , and hath no sleep ; For still in all thy dreams doth woe Her murky vigils keep . Yet one fell purpose , one alone , With a requickening fire doth give To thee ...
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... follow him , but fell , Struck down by the great grief of love . Ah ! were she never more to move ! Ah , were she with the dead , ' twere well ! But that deep calm will find a breaking , And her's must be a piteous waking . * ** As one ...
... follow him , but fell , Struck down by the great grief of love . Ah ! were she never more to move ! Ah , were she with the dead , ' twere well ! But that deep calm will find a breaking , And her's must be a piteous waking . * ** As one ...
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Alviano's ancient Arnaldo art thou Averroes band bard behold beneath black air blank verse bliss breath bright CANTO Cary Charon cheeks clime dame Dante dare dark dead dear death deem deep doom dost doth dread dream e'er earth Edinburgh Review evermore eyes fair fair school fame fear fell gaze gloom gone goodly grave grief hand hath haunted ground hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour King knew lady land light living look lord Lord Byron love's master ne'er never night nought o'er once Ovid pain pass Pindus pity Plutus poem poet rhyme RICHARD DAVIS seemed shade shalt shee shore sighs sight sire smile song SONNET soon soul spoke sprites sway sweet tears tell thee thou art thought turned Twas unto Ursus voice weep wend Wherefore wight wild wonder words wretched wrought youth
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