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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... 265 War - song of the Poles A Winter - night's Dream The Tale of Troy - Juppiter and Leda A Malediction Julian O'Conor 268 Florence Fitz Patrick 272 Thomas Ood 279 Thomas Ood 291 Thomas Ood 293 ARNALDO . Part First . 1 ARNALDO . Part First.
... 265 War - song of the Poles A Winter - night's Dream The Tale of Troy - Juppiter and Leda A Malediction Julian O'Conor 268 Florence Fitz Patrick 272 Thomas Ood 279 Thomas Ood 291 Thomas Ood 293 ARNALDO . Part First . 1 ARNALDO . Part First.
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... nights been deeplier darkened , When poison , mingled in thy feasts , Brought death to the unwary guests ; Oft in thy marble palaces Have rung the outcries of distress , Where but rejoicing villains hearkened ; Nor Justice had the ...
... nights been deeplier darkened , When poison , mingled in thy feasts , Brought death to the unwary guests ; Oft in thy marble palaces Have rung the outcries of distress , Where but rejoicing villains hearkened ; Nor Justice had the ...
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... night - shadows last , And the full day can never come . The warblers wild are met to sing , Where , age by age , in hours like this Their race hath uttered half its bliss . From branch to branch their carols ring ; From forest to ...
... night - shadows last , And the full day can never come . The warblers wild are met to sing , Where , age by age , in hours like this Their race hath uttered half its bliss . From branch to branch their carols ring ; From forest to ...
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... Night is dim O'er all the mighty hills on high ; But , through the parted clouds , the sky Is seen , with many a twinkling crowd Of stars , beyond earth's paly shroud . The moon - rise now makes welcome light , Along the topmost peaks ...
... Night is dim O'er all the mighty hills on high ; But , through the parted clouds , the sky Is seen , with many a twinkling crowd Of stars , beyond earth's paly shroud . The moon - rise now makes welcome light , Along the topmost peaks ...
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... tongue In thickening breath , as forth he sped With mingling throbs of hope and dread , Off through the slant defiles away , And down the valleys drear , Where the mists of night , all widely gray , c 3 PART I. 21 ARNALDO .
... tongue In thickening breath , as forth he sped With mingling throbs of hope and dread , Off through the slant defiles away , And down the valleys drear , Where the mists of night , all widely gray , c 3 PART I. 21 ARNALDO .
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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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Página 286 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
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Página 95 - Germans, the avarice of the Spaniards, or the licentiousness of the Italians could commit, these the wretched inhabitants were obliged to suffer.
Página 122 - 11 try to coax one of them now a little For something queer, good people to revive you. Some tale of luckless love will not befit ill Your present taste, and this which now I give you Will, without question, suit you to a tittle, If ye are young men and intend to wive you. Hear then the history, both sad and funny, Of one who fell to much in love — with money.
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Página 280 - Ma poi ch'i' fui al pie d'un colle giunto, là dove terminava quella valle che m'avea di paura il cor compunto, guardai in alto, e vidi le sue spalle vestite già de' raggi del pianeta che mena dritto altrui per ogni calle.
Página 96 - Churches, palaces, and the houses of private persons were plundered without distinction. No age, or character, or sex, was exempt from injury. Cardinals, nobles, priests, matrons, virgins, were all the prey of soldiers, and at the mercy of men deaf to the voice of humanity.
Página 120 - s the good in Your knack at rhyming, if its versatility Can't afford matter for our risibility ? The Beppo has outdone the Epic style. — Most modern Epics really are provoking To sleep — and therefore, in a little while, The pack hight servum pecus shall have broken Into full cry ;— leave your heroic toil, And start before them, till you have your book in The gripe of printer's demon's !" — on this hint, I wrote, — and having written, came to print.
Página 105 - 11 mention as we are proceeding. I found that many a literary chieftain, Had culled the gems from out this antique treasure ; That what they left was by each humbler thief ta'en, To put in some new fiction at his leisure ; I found — but guess ! — no, you can 't guess my grief ta'en, At finding — Oh, presumption beyond measure ! — That collar-makers — I can scarce get farther Had actually collared poor king ARTHUR.