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

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Roberts Brothers, 1887 - English poetry - 301 pages
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Page 24 - At that moment the animate spirit, which dwelleth in the lofty chamber whither all the senses carry their perceptions, was filled with wonder...
Page 20 - Se mai continga che il Poema sacro, Al quale ha posto mano e Cielo e Terra, SI che m' ha fatto per più anni macro, Vinca la crudeltà, che fuor mi serra Del bello ovile, ov...
Page 28 - O vos omnes, qui transitis per viam , attendite et videte si est dolor sicut dolor meus ; e pregare che mi soffermo d
Page 76 - 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. After the which, may it seem good unto Him who is the Master of Grace...
Page 72 - They wept so long that now they are grief's home And count their tears all laughter far above ; They wept till they are circled now by Love With a red circle in sign of martyrdom. These musings, and the sighs they bring from me, Are grown at last so constant and so sore That love swoons in my spirit with faint breath ; Hearing in those sad sounds continually The most sweet name that my dead lady bore, With many grievous words touching her death.
Page 26 - To every heart which the sweet pain doth move, And unto which these words may now be brought For true interpretation and kind thought, Be greeting in our Lord's name, which is Love. Of those long hours wherein the stars, above, Wake and keep watch, the third was almost nought, When Love was shown me with such terrors fraught As may not carelessly be spoken of. He seemed like one who is full of joy, and had My heart within his hand, and on his arm My lady, with a mantle round her, slept; Whom (having...
Page 46 - MY lady carries love within her eyes ; All that she looks on is made pleasanter; Upon her path men turn to gaze at her ; He whom she greeteth feels his heart to rise, And droops his troubled visage, full of sighs, And of his evil heart is then aware : Hate loves, and pride becomes a worshipper. O women, help to praise her in somewise. Humbleness, and the hope that hopeth well, By speech of hers into the mind are brought, And who beholds is blessed oftenwhiles. The look she hath when she a little...
Page 43 - Wherefore I will not speak in such large kind That mine own speech should foil me, which were base; But only will discourse of her high grace In these poor words, the best that I can find, With you alone, dear dames and damozels: Twere ill to speak thereof with any else.
Page 42 - After which it happened, as I passed one day along a path which lay beside a stream of very clear water, that there came upon me a great desire to say somewhat in rhyme : but when I began thinking how I should say it, methought that to speak of her were unseemly, unless I spoke to other ladies in the second person ; which is to say, not to any other ladies, but only to such as are so called because they are gentle, let alone for mere womanhood. Whereupon I declare that my tongue spake as though by...

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