Francesca da Rimini: a tragedy of Silvio Pellico
H. Frowde, 1905 - 89 pages
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abhor able affection already ancient arms art thou beautiful believe blood bosom brother Byron called close comes crime Dante daughter dear death depart desire dost dost thou English Enter Eternal eyes face fame father fear feel forgive FRANCESCA DA RIMINI give grief GUIDO guilt hand happy hast hate hear heart heaven hold hope husband Italian Italy lady Lancelot LANCIOTTO leave less live look Lord love thee meet never pain palace PAOLO passed passion Paul peace PELLICO perhaps pity plate opposite prince Ravenna regard remained SCENE seemed sentiment sepulchre side sight soul speak stand story surely sweet sword tears tell thine thou art thou didst thou dost thought throws thyself tomb tragedy translation trembling true turned walls weep wicked wife wish woman wretched
Page xlii - Love, that in gentle heart is quickly learnt, Entangled him by that fair form, from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still : Love, that denial takes from none beloved, Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That, as thou seest, he yet deserts me not. Love brought us to one death : Ca'ina waits The soul, who spilt our life.
Page 3 - Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens Thy learn'd instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root. 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 xliii - One day, For our delight, we read of Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our alter'd cheek. But at one point Alone we fell. When of that smile we read, The wished smile, so rapturously kiss'd 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 xlii - Then turning, I to them my speech addressed, And thus began : " 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 xli - Our prayer to him should for thy peace arise. Since thou hast pity on our evil plight. Of whatsoe'er to hear or to discourse It pleases thee, that will we hear, of that Freely with thee discourse, while e'er the wind As now, is mute. The land that gave me birth Is situate on the coast, where Po descends To rest in ocean with his sequent streams. ' Love that in gentle heart is quickly learnt Entangled him by that fair form, from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still ; ' Love that denial...
Page xl - By pity, well-nigh in amaze my mind Was lost ; and I began : " Bard ! willingly I would address those two together coming, Which seem so light before the wind." He thus: " Note thou, when nearer they to us approach. Then by that love which carries them along, Entreat ; and they will come.
Page xl - Coming into the second circle of Hell, Dante at the entrance beholds Minos the Infernal Judge, by whom he is admonished to beware how he enters those regions. Here he witnesses the punishment of carnal sinners, who are tossed about ceaselessly in the dark air by the most furious winds. Among these, he meets with Francesca of Rimini, through pity at whose sad tale he falls fainting to the ground. FROM...
Page xlii - No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens Thy learn'd instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root. 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. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our alter'd cheek. But at one point Alone we fell. When of that smile we...
Page xxxvi - Pondered the subjects of four tragedies to be written (life and circumstances permitting), to wit, Sardanapalus, already begun ; Cain, a metaphysical subject, something in the style of Manfred, but in five acts, perhaps, with the chorus ; Francesca of Rimini, in five acts ; and I am not sure that I would not try Tiberius.
Page xli - 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 ; * Jnfrrno, canto vv 2B.