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... lived in a corrupted age , and their pages are deeply stained with its licentiousness ; they inspire no sympathy for their love , no interest , no respect for the objects of it . How , indeed , should that be possible , when their mis ...
... lived in a corrupted age , and their pages are deeply stained with its licentiousness ; they inspire no sympathy for their love , no interest , no respect for the objects of it . How , indeed , should that be possible , when their mis ...
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... lived only till his vessel reached the shores of Tripoli . The Countess being told that a celebrated poet had just arrived in her harbour , who was dying for her love , immediately hastened on board , and taking his hand , entreated him ...
... lived only till his vessel reached the shores of Tripoli . The Countess being told that a celebrated poet had just arrived in her harbour , who was dying for her love , immediately hastened on board , and taking his hand , entreated him ...
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... lived in a terrible and convulsed state of society , and it was only in the intervals snatched from his usual pur- suits , that is , from burning the castles , and ravag- ing the lands of his neighbours , and stirring up re- bellion ...
... lived in a terrible and convulsed state of society , and it was only in the intervals snatched from his usual pur- suits , that is , from burning the castles , and ravag- ing the lands of his neighbours , and stirring up re- bellion ...
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... lived some years later than Petrarch . I mention him merely to fill up the list of those ancient minor poets of Italy , whose names and loves are still celebrated . CHAPTER VI . LAURA . THERE are some who doubt 58 THE TROUBADOURS .
... lived some years later than Petrarch . I mention him merely to fill up the list of those ancient minor poets of Italy , whose names and loves are still celebrated . CHAPTER VI . LAURA . THERE are some who doubt 58 THE TROUBADOURS .
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... lived . He is too witty- " Il a trop d'esprit , " to be sincere , say the critics , " he has a conceit left him in his misery , a miserable conceit ; " but we * In a private letter of Petrarch to the Bishop of Lombes , oc- curs the ...
... lived . He is too witty- " Il a trop d'esprit , " to be sincere , say the critics , " he has a conceit left him in his misery , a miserable conceit ; " but we * In a private letter of Petrarch to the Bishop of Lombes , oc- curs the ...
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Page 188 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 502 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 253 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know • Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best: All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded ; Wisdom in discourse with her Loses discountenanc'd, and like Folly shows...
Page 185 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Page 268 - ASK me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Page 391 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 188 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 178 - And blesses her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheeks, And the pure snow with goodly vermeil stain, Like crimson dyed in grain...
Page 417 - Yet empty of all good, wherein consists Woman's domestic honour and chief praise; Bred only and completed to the taste Of lustful appetence, to sing, to dance, To dress, and troll the tongue, and roll the eye...
Page 428 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day ; To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way : They were but my visits, but thou art my home.