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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... past , Strong in the fever of his blood ; And onward still he fleetly passes , As one on whose discovered traces The blood - hound follows breathlessly , And foes rejoicing shout ; So with despair's great strength ran he , Upon his ...
... past , Strong in the fever of his blood ; And onward still he fleetly passes , As one on whose discovered traces The blood - hound follows breathlessly , And foes rejoicing shout ; So with despair's great strength ran he , Upon his ...
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... past he deems as nought : But endless seem the leagues of soil O'er which his limbs must onward toil ; Yea , measureless , to his wild thought , The rugged course he hath to go , Ere the hoped vengeance may be wrought In Val Maggia far ...
... past he deems as nought : But endless seem the leagues of soil O'er which his limbs must onward toil ; Yea , measureless , to his wild thought , The rugged course he hath to go , Ere the hoped vengeance may be wrought In Val Maggia far ...
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... past . Still the moon of midnight shone ; And all the clouds that had o'ercast The welkin's azure far were gone , By the freshening breezes blown To other climes ; all heaven was dight In such a mild undazzling light , Such tender glory ...
... past . Still the moon of midnight shone ; And all the clouds that had o'ercast The welkin's azure far were gone , By the freshening breezes blown To other climes ; all heaven was dight In such a mild undazzling light , Such tender glory ...
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... past , And hark ! -the voice of men , at last , Is heard , as round the crag they wind ; A mounted company in view Appears , not far ahead : -but who ? That nearer voice is heard anew , To tell him . On with fury blind After his foes ...
... past , And hark ! -the voice of men , at last , Is heard , as round the crag they wind ; A mounted company in view Appears , not far ahead : -but who ? That nearer voice is heard anew , To tell him . On with fury blind After his foes ...
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... past within . Now his Lorenza shall be freed , If guile or force as yet may win Her freedom from those hated walls , Which but to look on more appals His soul , than all this earth can show Through its unnumbered scenes of woe . Not yet ...
... past within . Now his Lorenza shall be freed , If guile or force as yet may win Her freedom from those hated walls , Which but to look on more appals His soul , than all this earth can show Through its unnumbered scenes of woe . Not yet ...
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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.
Página 248 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Página 301 - Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
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.
Página 96 - Erié jusqu'au saut, le fleuve accourt par une pente rapide; et au moment de la chute c'est moins un fleuve qu'une mer, dont les torrents se pressent à la bouche béante d'un gouffre. La cataracte se divise en deux branches et se courbe en fer à cheval.
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.