Ravenna: A Study

Front Cover
Dent, 1913 - 300 pages
 

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 285 - Caesarean fortress stood, Ever-green forest ! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! " The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song...
Page 54 - The republic (they repeat that name without a blush) might safely confide in the civil and military virtues of Odoacer; and they humbly request that the emperor would invest him with the title of Patrician and the administration of the diocese of Italy.
Page 285 - The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along...
Page 216 - 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 216 - 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 215 - 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 216 - 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: CaVna waits The soul, who spilt our life.
Page 216 - 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 takes from none belov'd, Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That, as thou see'st, he yet deserts me not.
Page 222 - Dante most of all ; wherefore no longer going about to seek his return he passed the heights of the Apennines and departed to Romagna, where his last day, that was to put an end to all his toils, awaited him. In those times was Lord of Ravenna (a famous and ancient city of Romagna), a noble cavalier whose name was Guido Novello da Polenta ; he was well skilled in the liberal arts and held men of worth in highest honour, especially such as excelled others in knowledge. And when it came to his ears...
Page 242 - In quel loco fu' io Pier Damiano : E Pietro peccator fu nella casa Di nostra Donna in sul lito adriano. | Poca vita mortal m' era rimasa, Quand'io fui chiesto e tratto a quel Cappello, 125 Che pur di male in peggio si travasa.

Bibliographic information