Dante: A Dramatic PoemLamley, 1892 - 136 páginas |
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3rd Noble ALLIGHIERI art thou Ass-driver babe banished Beat Beatrice BEATRICE PORTINARI beneath Bianchi Bice blood bones breath canst Cesca Charles de Valois child COLLE CORSO DONATI crown Dal Col Dante's Epist dead dear death deeds DINO BRUNINI dost dust e'en ears earth Enter DANTE Enter FRANCESCA Exeunt exile Exit eyes fair faith father Florence foes fool Franc friends Gemma Ghibelline Giot GIOTTO Giov Gita golden GRANDE DELLA SCALA Guelph Guido GUIDO CAVALCANTI GUIDO NOVELLO hands heart heaven hell holy Jester libertine life's lips live love thee Madonna maid Marco naught ne'er neath Neri o'er passion peace poet poet's poor pray prayer pride SCENE seek smile soul speak spirit stay sweet sword thine thou art thou hast thou'lt thoughts thy love thy words to-day tongue traitors truth turn Uber UBERTO unto weep wench wife wilt Wouldst youth
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Página 136 - ... placed them all together at the feet of the poet. On rising from dinner the pile was discovered ; the company seemed much amused, and Can Grande remarked that Dante must be a great eater of meat. To which he quickly retorted, alluding to his name of Cane : — " Sir, you would not see so many bones even if I were a dog (un cane).
Página 33 - Methought that I could taste it still a scrap. Marco. In our hearts, wife, when waneth one fair moon Shall rise another sweeter than the first, Providing honey lavishly to feed Throughout our years of eld that wild bee — Love.
Página 108 - Another bridal is my theme — my country's. * Console thyself, Italia, for thy spouse, * Our century's joy, thy people's glory, comes ; * He hastens to thy nuptials — dry thy tears, * O beautiful of the most beautiful...
Página 127 - Eternity. And so man dies — his dust feeds future flowers, While golden thoughts and glowing words and deeds, Like tapers priests have blest around a tomb, Illume his grave, and shed a radiance o'er His name's short day, serving to light the path Of those close following. Man dies to live. O ! death from life ! O ! life from death— the Mind Of minds alone this mystery comprehends.
Página 98 - I strive with thee. Seeming afar but shade Scarce worth the fighting ; near, a substance foul, Most deadly real ; a hydra-headed foe, A Protean horror that entwines around me Cold, callous coils, till strangled I must yield Its slave and victim, every sense its own ; While hotter grows the stifling air about, Hell's breath seems seething up beneath my feet, And spirit...
Página 15 - Ape's hairy paw can with rude grasp deface A Giotto's masterpiece ; an idiot can With sinewy strength swing high in crazy mirth A ponderous hammer round a Psyche's head, And shatter with one blow a faultless gem Of Grecian sculptured art, and cry " Ha ! ha ! These things are only made ; I can unmake !
Página 10 - Should I be lingering, hearing One say " Come," Hug mouldy garb of earth 'stead donning robe Bright with celestial woven tints ? Dante. If He Who lent such graciousness to us were pleased To call thee to Himself again — dare we Still stay thy steps, tho...
Página 79 - O Rome ! is this thy mission — to create St. Peter's Chair for knaves to desecrate ? Where all the saints once crowned upon that seat ? Dead — martyred by these vicious men who wrest The papal power from every hand that's clean. How long, how long, Jerusalem, shall sin Usurp thy purity ? yd Noble.
Página 61 - Our grandsires' days, when high dames simply spun, In distaff glorying more than in their jewels — * When painted face was deemed a sore disgrace, * And women for simplicity were loved ; * When proudest noble...
Página 30 - Of this day's drear defeat and comrades' death ? Or must I risk my head to save the day ? Let us but charge, and if we fail — we die With brothers bravely ; or, if victory God grant us, I for disobedience then The penalty will pay, and let who will Come to Pistoria for my head.