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Página 148 - Per me si va nella città dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Página 207 - Wherefore a lion out of the forest shall slay them, and a wolf of the evenings shall spoil them, a leopard shall watch over their cities : every one that goeth out thence shall be torn in pieces : because their transgressions are many, and their backslidings are increased.
Página 125 - Hier ist die Frage nicht von einer Liebe, Die sich des Gegenstands bemeistern will, Ausschließend ihn besitzen, eifersüchtig Den Anblick jedem andern wehren möchte. Wenn er in seliger Betrachtung sich Mit deinem Wert beschäftigt, mag er auch An meinem leichtern Wesen sich erfreun. Uns liebt er nicht — verzeih, daß ich es sage!
Página 204 - O dear Spirit, half-lost In thine own shadow and this fleshly sign That thou art thou — who wailest being born And banish'd into mystery, and the pain Of this divisible-indivisible world Among the numerable-innumerable Sun, sun, and sun, thro...
Página 109 - God, from the beginning excellent. So should my lady give That truth which in her eyes is glorified, On which her heart is bent, To me whose service waiteth at her side. My lady, God shall ask, 'What daredst thou?
Página 217 - Twas now the hour that turneth back desire In those who sail the sea, and melts the heart, The day they've said to their sweet friends farewell, And the new pilgrim penetrates with love, If he doth hear from far away a bell That seemeth to deplore the dying day...
Página 337 - Every man will say it is a great cruelty to put to death such honest persons, who by their own wills put themselves into your grace to save their company.