The Life of Petrarch: Collected from Memoires Pour la Vie de Petrarch. In Two Volumes, Volume 1

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Page 36 - Her face, her air, her gait, were something more than mortal. Her person was delicate, her eyes tender and sparkling, and her eye-brows black as ebony. Golden locks waved over her shoulders whiter than snow, and the ringlets were woven by the fingers of Love.
Page 239 - Peter, where, after a solemn mass, and returning thanks to God for the honour he had received, he took off his crown to place it among the offerings, and hung it up on the arch of the temple. " The same day the count of Anguillara had letters patent drawn up, by which the senators, after a very flattering preface, declare Petrarch to have merited the title of a great...
Page 147 - Mediterranean, and on a plain beautiful as the vale of Tempe, you discover a little valley, enclosed by a barrier of rocks, in the form of a horse-shoe. The rocks are high, bold, and grotesque ; and the valley is divided by a river, along the banks of which are extended meadows and pastures of a perpetual verdure. A path, which is on the left side of the river, leads in gentle windings to the head of this vast amphitheatre. There, at the foot of an enormous rock, and directly in front, you behold...
Page 154 - It hangs over the source of the river, and is terminated by rocks, or places accessible only to birds. The other is nearer my cottage, of an aspect less severe, and devoted to Bacchus : and what is extremely singular, it is in the middle of a rapid river. The approach to it is over a ridge of rocks, which communicates with the garden ; and there is a natural grotto under the rock, which gives it the appearance of a rustic bridge. Into this grotto the rays of the sun never penetrate. I am confident...
Page 152 - I make war upon my senses, and treat them as my enemies. My eyes, which have drawn me into a thousand difficulties, see no longer either gold or precious stones, or ivory, or purple ; they behold nothing save the water, the firmament and the rocks. The only female who comes within their sight is a swarthy old woman, dry and parched as the Lybian deserts. My ears are no longer courted by those...
Page 155 - ... over a bridge of rocks; and there is a natural grotto under the rocks, which gives them the appearance of a rustic bridge. Into this grotto the rays of the sun never penetrate. I am confident that it much resembles the place where Cicero sometimes went to declaim.
Page 237 - These were chosen out of the first families in Rome, and recited his verses; while he, adorned with the robe of state which the king of Naples had given him, followed in the midst of six of the principal citizens clothed in green, with crowns of flowers on their heads: after whom came the senator, accompanied by the first men of the council. When he was seated in his place, Petrarch made a short harangue upon a verse drawn from Virgil: after which, having, cried three times, " Long live the people...
Page 154 - ... spreading the nets. As to my dress, there is an entire change; you would take me for a labourer, or a shepherd. " My mansion resembles that of Cato or Fabricius. My whole house-establishment consists of myself, my old fisherman and his wife, and a dog. My fisherman's cottage is contiguous to mine; when I want him I call, when I no longer need him, he returns to his cottage. " I have made two gardens that please me wonderfully.
Page 349 - I was not acquainted with ; but, by her laugh, and the gestures of those about me, I suspected something ; and, observing her with more attention, I found under the helmet, the face of this formidable virgin. Was I to inform you of half the things they relate of her, you would take them for fables : I will therefore confine myself to a few facts, to which I was witness.
Page 36 - Her person was delicate, her eyes tender and sparkling, and her eyebrows black as ebony. Golden locks waved over her shoulders, whiter than snow ; and the ringlets were interwoven by the fingers of Love.

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