...How stern of lineament, how grim The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn abide ; Small friendship...Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Ghibeline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heav'nly light,...

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...How stem of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship...Faithful if this wan image be, No dream his life was — hut a fight; Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Ghibeline's gloomy...

...grim The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and storm abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng ; Distrust...Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Ghibeline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heav'nly light,...

...How stern of lineament, how grim The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn abide ; Small friendship...of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan image lie, No dream his life was — but a fight; Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite 1 To that...

...stern of lineament, how grim3 The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong. Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship...Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Grhibeline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heavenly light,...

...stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship...Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Ghibeline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heavenly light,...

...stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship...Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Ghibeline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heavenly light,...

...stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship...BEATRICE see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Uhibeline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions cume Of Beauty, veiled with heavenly light,...