 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 596 pages
...I bow'd my visage, and so kept it till — ' What think'st thou ?' said the bard, when I unbeuded, Even to tears my grief and pity moves'. But tell me — in the time of your sweet sighs, [knew By what and how love granted, that ye Your yet uncertain wishes?' She replied : * No greater... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 586 pages
...I bow'd my visage, and so kept it till — ' What think'st thou ?' said the bard, when I unbended, Even to tears my grief and pity moves. But tell me — in the time of your sweet sighs, [knew By what »nd how love granted, that ye Your yet uncertain wishes?' She replied : ' No greater... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 594 pages
...the time of your sweet sighs, [knew By what and how love granted, Ihit ye Your yet uncertain wishes?1 She replied: ' No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when mis'ry is at hand. That kens Thy fearn'd instructor. Yet so eagerly 1 1 ihou art bent to know the primal... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1835 - 348 pages
...pass have reach 'd '. " " Then turning, I to them my speech address'd, And thus hegan : ' Francesca ! your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves....wishes ?' She replied : * No greater grief than to rememher days Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens Thy learn'd instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 350 pages
...ill pass have reach'd! ' " Then turning, I to them my speech address'd, And thus began : * Francesca! your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves....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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 308 pages
...pass have reach'd I * " Then turning, I to them my speech address'd. And thus began : ' Francesca ! your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves....remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens STANZAS. WHEN a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1836 - 470 pages
...discovered this in the first page. nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tumpo felice Nella miscria. No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand. The poet describes this misery as not 'at hand,' but as actually felt, then, and long before. Oaleotto... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1841 - 440 pages
...Fraucesca's narrative, and, after musing awhile, he thus addresses her : — . . . . . '•' ' Francesco, your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves. But tell me, hi the time of your sweet sighs By what, and how, Love granted that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes?... | |
 | Dante Alighieri - 1844 - 606 pages
...1826. p. 33. The whole of this passage is alluded to by Petrarch, in his Triumph of Love, e. iii : But tell me ; in the time of your sweet sighs, By...grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand1. That kens Thy learn 'd instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root,... | |
 | 1844 - 1070 pages
...John, so far as this passage is concerned, appears to us in every way superior. Cary's verses are, — She replied, " No greater grief than to remember days Of joy when misery is at hand. That kens Thy learned instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love... | |
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Then turning, I to them my speech address'd, 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... 
