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Stranica 220 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Stranica 24 - Sol gl' imbianca, Si drizzan tutti aperti in loro stelo ; Tal mi fec' io, di mia virtute stanca : E tanto buono ardire al cor mi corse, Ch' io cominciai come persona franca : O pietosa colei che mi soccorse, E tu cortese, che ubbidisti tosto Alle vere parole che ti porse ! Tu m' hai con desiderio il cor disposto Sì al venir, con le parole tue, Ch...
Stranica 185 - Not always; but as often as his memory fails him, and his commonplace of comparisons. He is a fool with a good memory, and some few scraps of other folks
Stranica 178 - I call it?— of cuckoldry —the Utopia of gallantry, where pleasure is duty, and the manners perfect freedom. It is altogether a speculative scene of things, which has no reference whatever to the world that is.
Stranica 20 - Fled past on right and left how fast Each forest, grove, and bower! On right and left fled past how fast Each city, town, and tower! 'Dost fear? dost fear? The moon shines clear, Dost fear to ride with me? Hurrah! hurrah! the dead can ride!' 'O William, let them be! 'See there, see there! What yonder swings, And creaks 'mid whistling rain?' 'Gibbet and steel, th' accursed wheel; A murderer in his chain.
Stranica 24 - Have ye nat seyn som tyme a pale face Among a prees, of hym that hath be lad Toward his deeth, wher as hym gat no grace, And swich a colour in his face hath had, Men myghte knowe his face, that was bistad, Amonges alle the faces in that route?
Stranica 186 - O ay, letters— I had letters — I am persecuted with letters — I hate letters — nobody knows how to write letters, and yet one has em, one does not know why. They serve one to pin up one's hair.
Stranica 179 - But by the Gods; (by Maximin, I meant) Henceforth I, and my world, Hostility with you and yours declare, Look to it, gods : for you th' aggressors are, Keep you your rain and sun-shine in your skies, And I'll keep back my flame and sacrifice.
Stranica 179 - What had the gods to do with me or mine ? Did I molest your heaven ? Why should you then make Maximin your foe, Who paid you tribute, which he need not do ? Your altars I with smoke of...
Stranica 178 - Touchwoods, in their own sphere, do not offend my moral sense; in fact they do not appeal to it at all. They seem engaged in their proper element. They break through no laws, or conscientious restraints. They know of none. They have got out of Christendom into the land of — what shall I call it? — of cuckoldry — the Utopia of gallantry, where pleasure is duty, and the manners perfect freedom.