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Page 262
... Orlando : Gran traditor lo condusse a la morte In Roncisvalle un trattato ordinando ; Là dove il corno sonò tanto forte Dopo la dolorosa rotta , quando Ne la sua commedia Dante qui dice , E mettelo con Carlo in ciel felice . IX . Era ...
... Orlando : Gran traditor lo condusse a la morte In Roncisvalle un trattato ordinando ; Là dove il corno sonò tanto forte Dopo la dolorosa rotta , quando Ne la sua commedia Dante qui dice , E mettelo con Carlo in ciel felice . IX . Era ...
Page 263
... Orlando governava in fatto e in detto La corte e Carlo Magno ed ogni cosa : Gan per invidia scoppia il maladetto , E cominciava un di con Carlo a dire : Abbiam sempre noi Orlando ad ubbidire ? XII . Io ho creduto mille volte dirti : Orlando ...
... Orlando governava in fatto e in detto La corte e Carlo Magno ed ogni cosa : Gan per invidia scoppia il maladetto , E cominciava un di con Carlo a dire : Abbiam sempre noi Orlando ad ubbidire ? XII . Io ho creduto mille volte dirti : Orlando ...
Page 264
... Orlando un giorno udì queste parole , Che si sedeva soletto in disparte : Dispiacquegli di Gan quel che diceva ; E molto più che Carlo gli credeva . 1 XVI . ' E volle con la spada uccider Gano ; Ma Ulivieri in quel mezzo si mise , E ...
... Orlando un giorno udì queste parole , Che si sedeva soletto in disparte : Dispiacquegli di Gan quel che diceva ; E molto più che Carlo gli credeva . 1 XVI . ' E volle con la spada uccider Gano ; Ma Ulivieri in quel mezzo si mise , E ...
Page 265
... Orlando , che ismarrito avea il cervello , Com'ella disse : ben venga il mio Orlando : Gli volle in su la testa dar col brando . XVIII . Come colui che la furia consiglia , Egli pareva a Gan dar veramente : Alda la bella si fè ...
... Orlando , che ismarrito avea il cervello , Com'ella disse : ben venga il mio Orlando : Gli volle in su la testa dar col brando . XVIII . Come colui che la furia consiglia , Egli pareva a Gan dar veramente : Alda la bella si fè ...
Page 266
... Orlando picchia , e non volieno aprire , Fin che a l'abate a la fine pur piacque ; Entrato drento cominciava a dire , Come colui , che di Maria già nacque Adora , ed era cristian battezzato , E com'egli era a la bandia arrivato . XXII ...
... Orlando picchia , e non volieno aprire , Fin che a l'abate a la fine pur piacque ; Entrato drento cominciava a dire , Come colui , che di Maria già nacque Adora , ed era cristian battezzato , E com'egli era a la bandia arrivato . XXII ...
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Page 216 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
Page 235 - I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Page 233 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Page 237 - The World was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless — A lump of death — a chaos of hard clay.
Page 245 - He fed on poisons, and they had no power, But were a kind of nutriment; he lived Through that which had been death to many men, And made him friends of mountains: with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogues; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was open'd wide, And voices from the deep abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret— Be it so.
Page 242 - That he was wretched, but she saw not all. He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came, ; He...
Page 109 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Page 217 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 218 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Page 243 - I saw him stand Before an Altar— with a gentle bride; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood;— as he stood Even at the Altar, o'er his brow there came The self-same aspect, and the quivering shock That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then— As in that hour— a moment o'er his...