Ranolf and Amohia: A Dream of Two Lives, Volume 2

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K. Paul, Trench & Company, 1883
 

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Page 333 - IN forma dunque di candida rosa Mi si mostrava la milizia santa, Che nel suo sangue CRISTO fece sposa ; Ma l' altra, che volando vede e canta La gloria di colui che la innamora, E la bontà che la fece cotanta, Sì come schiera d' api, che s' infiora Una fiata, ed una si ritorna Là dove suo lavoro s' insapora, Nel gran fior discendeva, che s...
Page 334 - Nel gran fior discendeva che s' adorna Di tante foglie , e quindi risaliva Là dove il suo amor sempre soggiorna. Le facce tutte avean di fiamma viva, E l' ali d' oro, el* altro tanto bianco Che nulla neve a quel termine arriva. Quando scendean nel fior di banco in banco , Porgevan della pace e dell...
Page 58 - Cliffs damp with dark-green moss — their slopes All crimson-stained with blots and streaks — White-mottled and vermilion-rusted. And in the midst, beneath a cloud That ever upward rolls and reeks And hides the sky with its dim shroud, Look where upshoots a fuming fount — Up through a blue and boiling pool Perennial — a great sapphire steaming, In that coralline crater gleaming. Upwelling ever, amethystal, Ebullient comes the bubbling crystal ! Still growing cooler and more cool As down the...
Page 57 - ... move No ripples ; not the slightest swell Rolls o'er the mirror darkly green, Where, every feature limned so well — Pale, silent, and serene as death — The Cataract's image hangs beneath The Cataract — but not more serene, More phantom-silent than is seen The white rose-hued reality above.
Page 37 - ... yet emerged the same, it seemed, In hue divine and melting balm, In many a Lake whose crystal calm Uncrisped, unwrinkled, scarcely gleamed ; Where Sky above and Lake below Would like one sphere of azure show, Save for the circling belt alone, The softly-painted purple zone Of mountains — bathed where nearer seen In sunny tints of sober green With velvet dark of woods between, All glossy glooms and shifting sheen ; While here and there, some peak of snow Would o'er their tenderer violet lean....
Page 329 - s cheek (but none knows how) ; With these the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin — All these did my Campaspe win. At...
Page 26 - Alas, and well-a-day ! they are talking of me still : By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ill ; Poor hapless I — poor little I — so many mouths to fill — And all for this strange feeling, O this sad sweet pain ! 2.

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