Between the fifth day and the sixth, all die. Went groping for them, as I knelt and crawled Having spoke thus, he seized with fiery eyes Ah, Pisa! thou that shame and scandal be But that same innocence, and that man's name, PURGATORIO, CANTO I, 13-27 [First published in Stories from the Italian Poets, 1846. Not reprinted.] THE Sweetest oriental sapphire blue, Which the whole air in its pure bosom had, Greeted mine eyes, far as the heavens withdrew; So that again they felt assured and glad, Soon as they issued forth from the dead air, Where every sight and thought had made them sad. PURGATORIO, CANTO II, 10-29 [First published in The Indicator, December 1, 1819. Not reprinted.] THAT Solitary shore we still kept on, Like men, who musing on their journey, stay At rest in body, yet in heart are gone; When lo, as at the early dawn of day, 10 Red Mars looks deepening through the foggy heat, Of my sage leader, when its orb had got Of white about it; and beneath the white My great master uttered not PURGATORIO, CANTO VIII, 1-6 19 20 [First published in Ainsworth's Magazine, December 1844. Reprinted in Stories from the Italian Poets, 1846; A Jar of Honey, 1848. Text 1848.] 'Twas now the hour, when love of home melts through The moment when they bade sweet friends adieu; And the new pilgrim now, on his lone way, I love... melts through] thoughts voyagers, and oft portray 1844. renew 1844. 5 as] if 1846. 2 The sighs of vesper] village 1844. PICTURE OF FLORENCE IN THE TIME OF DANTE'S ANCESTORS Paradiso, Canto XV, 97-129 [First published in Stories from the Italian Poets, 1846. Not reprinted.] FLORENCE, before she broke the good old bounds, No coronets had she-no chains of gold No gaudy sandals-no rich girdles rare That caught the eye more than the person did. I saw Bellincion Berti walk abroad Girt with a thong of leather and his wife ΤΟ Come from the glass without a painted face. and their good dames They nursed their babies; lulled them with the songs And while they drew the distaffs' hair away, In the sweet bosoms of their families, Told tales of Troy, and Fiesole, and Rome. It had been then as marvellous to see A man of Lapo Salterello's sort, Or woman like Cianghella, as to find A Cincinnatus or Cornelia now. PETRARCH PETRARCH'S CONTEMPLATIONS OF DEATH IN THE BOWER OF LAURA 20 [First published in The Examiner, December 8, 1816; reprinted in The Indicator, July 12, 1820; and in 1832-60. Text 1832-60.] [First published in The Indicator, April 19, 1820. Not reprinted.] WALKING and musing in a wood, I saw Some ladies gathering flowers, now this, now t'other, And crying in delight to one another, Look here, look here: what's this? a fleur-de-lis. No; they're not rampions, Yes, they are: Anna, Beatrice, or Lisa, Come here, come here for mushrooms, just a bit We shall be caught, the weather 's going to change: Where, where ? There, in the bushes.' Here every lady pokes, and peeps, and pushes; A great large snake comes out. 'Olord! O lord! Good heavens! O me! O me!' And hands, and clothes, and all; some stumble on, Now becomes not worth their keeping. Off it squirrs, leaf, root, and flower; Yet not the less for that they scream and scower, Who plies her notes most rapidly. So fixed I stood, gazing at that fair set, That I forgot the shower, and dripped with wet. ANDREA DE BASSO ODE TO A DEAD BODY 30 40 [First published in The Indicator, September 6, 1820. Reprinted (11. 1-28) 1828 (Lord Byron, &c.); (complete) 1832, 1860. No variants.] |