The vision; or, Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise, tr. by H.F. Cary, Volume 1
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Page 12 - From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day, For our delight we read of Lancelot, How him love thrall'd.
Page vii - IN the midway * of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct ; and e'en to tell, It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.
Page 127 - Croaking above the wave, what time in dreams The village gleaner oft pursues her toil, So, to where modest shame appears, thus low Blue pinch'd and shrined in ice the spirits stood, Moving their teeth in shrill note like the stork.
Page 132 - When I awoke Before the dawn, amid their sleep I heard My sons (for they were with me) weep and ask For bread. Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold ; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow?
Page viii - The hour was morning's prime, and on his way Aloft the sun ascended with those stars," That with him rose when Love Divine first moved Those its fair works : so that with joyous hope All things conspired to fill me, the gay skin Of that swift animal, the matin dawn, And the sweet season.
Page 99 - To this the short remaining watch, that yet Our senses have to wake, refuse not proof Of the unpeopled world, following the track Of Phoebus. Call to mind from whence ye sprang: Ye were not form'd to live the life of brutes, But virtue to pursue and knowledge high.
Page 12 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate, at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Page 11 - As doves By fond desire invited, on wide wings And firm, to their sweet nest returning home, Cleave the air, wafted by their will along ; Thus issued, from that troop where Dido ranks, They, through the ill air speeding : with such force My cry prevail'd, by strong affection urged.
Page 12 - Francesca !' your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves. But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how Love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes ? " She replied : " No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand.
Page 89 - For not on downy plumes, nor under shade Of canopy reposing, fame is won ; Without which whosoe'er consumes his days, Leaveth such vestige of .himself on earth, As smoke in air or foam upon the wave.