Studies in the Poetry of ItalyChautauqua assembly, 1901 - 348 pages |
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Æneas Æneid Antipho Ariosto Beatrice beauty behold Boccaccio brother Cæsar century character Chremes Christian comes Conington Creon Creüsa cries Dante Dante's daughter death deeds Demipho Dido Divine Comedy dost earth Ennius epic exile eyes famous fate father fear Florence Geta girl give glory gods Greek grief Griselda hand hear heart heaven hell honor Horace imitation Italian literature Italy Jason Jerusalem Delivered Jove king lady land language later Latin Lemnos light literary lived Lucilius Mæcenas Medea Medoro mighty Nævius nature Naus Nausistrata noble o'er Orlando Orlando Furioso Persius Petrarch Phædria Phor Phormio poem poet poetry prayer Provençal rage religious Roman Rome satire seemed shore Sicilian school soul spirit story sweet Tasso tears tell thee things thou thought tragedy translated Trojan turned Vergil wandering wife words write young
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Page 149 - twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Page 68 - Satire has always shone among the rest ; And is the boldest way, if not the best, To tell men freely of their foule'st faults, To laugh at their vain deeds, and vainer thoughts.* In satire, too, the wise took different ways, To each deserving its peculiar praise.
Page 240 - Now was the hour that wakens fond desire In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell, And pilgrim newly on his road with love Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far, 5 That seems to mourn for the expiring day...
Page 105 - And even as they refused to have God in their knowledge, God gave them up unto a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not fitting...
Page 219 - 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 193 - Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain, What exultations trampling on despair, What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, What passionate outcry of a soul in pain, Uprose this poem of the earth and air, This mediaeval miracle of song!
Page 231 - Thou lookest so ! father, what ails thee ?' Yet I shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day, Nor the next night, until another sun Came out upon the world. When a faint beam Had to our doleful prison made its way, And in four countenances I...
Page 239 - With such glad cheer : while now thy living ones In thee abide not without war; and one Malicious gnaws another ; ay, of those Whom the same wall and the same moat contains. Seek, wretched one ! around thy sea-coasts wide ; Then homeward to thy bosom turn ; and mark, If any part of thee sweet peace enjoy.
Page 248 - Know ye, whoever of my name would ask, That I am Leah : for my brow to weave A garland, these fair hands unwearied ply. To please me at the crystal mirror, here I deck me. But my sister Rachel, she Before her glass abides the livelong day, Her radiant eyes beholding, charm'd no less, Than I with this delightful task. Her joy In contemplation, as in labour mine.
Page 321 - I SING the pious arms and Chief, who freed The Sepulchre of Christ from thrall profane : Much did he toil in thought, and much in deed ; Much in the glorious enterprise sustain ; And Hell in vain opposed him ; and in vain Afric and Asia to the rescue poured Their mingled tribes ; — Heaven recompensed his pain, And from all fruitless sallies of the sword, True to the Red-Cross flag his wandering friends restored.