Dante and His Circle: With the Italian Poets Preceding Him. (1100-1200-1300). A Collection of Lyrics, Volume 3

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Ellis and White, 1874 - English poetry - 468 pages
 

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Page 49 - And therewithal such a bewilderment Possess'd me, that I shut mine eyes for peace ; And in my brain did cease Order of thought, and every healthful thing. Afterwards, wandering Amid a swarm of doubts that came and went, Some certain women's faces hurried by, And...
Page 85 - Wherefore if it be His pleasure through whom is the life of all things, that my life continue with me a few years, it is my hope that I shall yet write concerning her what hath not before been written of any woman.
Page 26 - And they were assembled around a gentlewoman who was given in marriage on that day; the custom of the city being that these should bear her company when she sat down for the first time at table in the house of her husband. Therefore I, as was my friend's pleasure, resolved to stay with him and do honour to those ladies. But as soon as I had thus resolved, I began to feel a faintness and a throbbing at my left side, which soon took possession of my whole body. Whereupon I remember that I covertly...
Page 110 - A Rapture concerning his Lady WHO is she coming, whom all gaze upon, Who makes the air all tremulous with light, And at whose side is Love himself? that none Dare speak, but each man's sighs are infinite. Ah me ! how she looks round from left to right, Let Love discourse : I may not speak thereon. Lady she seems of such high benison As makes all others graceless in men's sight. The honour which is hers cannot be said ; To whom are subject all things virtuous, While all things beauteous own her deity....
Page 107 - UNTO my thinking, thou beheld'st all worth, All joy, as much of good as man may know. If thou wert in his power who here below Is honour's righteous lord throughout this earth. Where evil dies, even there he has his birth, Whose justice out of pity's self doth grow. Softly to sleeping persons he will go, And, with no pain to them, their hearts draw forth. Thy heart he took, as knowing well, alas ! That Death had claimed thy lady for a prey : In fear whereof, he fed her with thy heart.
Page 216 - However, Dante also attributes his own superiority to the fact of his writing only when love (or natural impulse) really prompted him, — the highest certainly of all laws relating to art : — ' lo mi son un che quando Amor mi spira, noto, ed in quel modo Ch' ei detta dentro, vo significando.
Page 56 - ... written verses in the language of si: and of these, the first was moved to the writing of such verses by the wish to make himself understood of a certain lady, unto whom Latin poetry was difficult. This thing is against such as rhyme concerning other matters than love; that mode of speech having been first used for the expression of love alone.
Page 62 - I say, then, that according to the division of time in Italy, her most noble spirit departed from among us in the first hour of the ninth day of the month; and according to the division of time in...
Page 9 - I knew that the hour wherein this vision had been made manifest to me was the fourth hour (which is to say, the first of the nine last hours) of the night. Then, musing on what I had seen, I proposed to relate the same to many poets who were famous in that day: and for that I had myself in some sort the art of discoursing with rhyme, I resolved on making a sonnet, in the which, having saluted all such as are subject unto Love, and entreated them to expound my vision, I should write unto them those...
Page 84 - Ladies mine' to. show that they are ladies to whom I speak. The second part begins, 'A new perception;' the third, ' IVhen it hath reached;' the fourth, ' It sees her such;' the fifth, ' And 'yet I know.' It might be divided yet more nicely, and made yet clearer ; but this division may pass, and therefore I stay not to divide it further. BEYOND the sphere which spreads to widest space Now soars the sigh that my heart sends above : A new perception born of grieving Love Guideth it upward the untrodden...

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