Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets: Biographical Sketches of Women Celebrated in Ancient and Modern PoetryLea & Blanchard, 1844 - 376 páginas |
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... happiness and victory , but is plagued by the fiends , haunted by poor Dido's " grimly ghost , " and , finally , doomed to perish miserably . * Nor does Jason fare better at their hands ; in all the old poets he is consigned to just ...
... happiness and victory , but is plagued by the fiends , haunted by poor Dido's " grimly ghost , " and , finally , doomed to perish miserably . * Nor does Jason fare better at their hands ; in all the old poets he is consigned to just ...
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... happiest of his life ; but the winter came , and with it many priva- tions and many hardships . Their mountain retreat was ill calculated to defend them against the fury of the ele- ments : Ricciarda drooped under the pressure of misery ...
... happiest of his life ; but the winter came , and with it many priva- tions and many hardships . Their mountain retreat was ill calculated to defend them against the fury of the ele- ments : Ricciarda drooped under the pressure of misery ...
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... happiness : Io fu ' in sull ' alto e in sul beato monte , Ove adorai baciando il santo sasso , E caddi in su quella pietra , oimè lasso ! Ove l'onestrà pose la sua fronte ; E ch'ella chiuse d ' ogni virtù il fonte Quel giorno che di ...
... happiness : Io fu ' in sull ' alto e in sul beato monte , Ove adorai baciando il santo sasso , E caddi in su quella pietra , oimè lasso ! Ove l'onestrà pose la sua fronte ; E ch'ella chiuse d ' ogni virtù il fonte Quel giorno che di ...
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... happiness , she well and richly repaid the adoration he lavished at her feet , and the glorious wreath of song with which he has circled her brows ! * * * * CHAPTER VII . LAURA AND PETRARCH , CONTINUED . MUCH LAURA . 55.
... happiness , she well and richly repaid the adoration he lavished at her feet , and the glorious wreath of song with which he has circled her brows ! * * * * CHAPTER VII . LAURA AND PETRARCH , CONTINUED . MUCH LAURA . 55.
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... happiness to be born in Italy , the native country of her La Morte è fin d'una prigion oscura Agli animi gentili ; agli altri è noia , Ch ' hanno posto nel fango ogni lor cura . * Ma non si ruppe almen ogni vel quando Sola i tuoi detti ...
... happiness to be born in Italy , the native country of her La Morte è fin d'una prigion oscura Agli animi gentili ; agli altri è noia , Ch ' hanno posto nel fango ogni lor cura . * Ma non si ruppe almen ogni vel quando Sola i tuoi detti ...
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Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets: Biographical Sketches of Women Celebrated ... Mrs. Jameson (Anna) Visualização integral - 1857 |
Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets: Biographical Sketches of Women Celebrated ... Mrs. Jameson (Anna) Visualização integral - 1879 |
Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets: Biographical Sketches of Women Celebrated ... Mrs. Jameson (Anna) Visualização integral - 1885 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
addressed admiration affection afterwards Allan Cunningham alludes amatory amiable amore appears Ariosto attachment Beatrice beauty Canzone Castara celebrated character charms Chaucer conjugal Countess court Dante daughter death died Donne doth Duchess Earl elegant Elizabeth expression exquisite eyes fair fame fancy feeling female genius gentle grace grief happiness heart heaven heroines homage honour husband inspired Italian Klopstock Lady Mary Lady Sunderland Laura Leonora Leonora Baroni Leonora d'Este letters lines lived look Lord Lord Byron Lord Lyttelton Lorenzo lover Madame Madame de Staël marriage married Meta mind mistress never noble passion person Pescara Petrarch poems poet poetical poetry Pope praise Princess Provençal Queen racter Saint Lambert says sentiment smiles song Sonnet soul Spenser spirit Stella style sweet talents Tasso tears tenderness thee thing thou thought tion Troubadours truth Vanessa verse virtue Vittoria Vittoria Colonna Voltaire wife woman women wrote young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 135 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath ; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
Página 183 - 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...
Página 294 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met— or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 137 - ... 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.
Página 189 - Methought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force though pale and faint.
Página 194 - 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...
Página 151 - At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 312 - 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.
Página 137 - ... 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.
Página 211 - The marriage, if uncontradicted report can be credited, made no addition to his happiness ; it neither found them nor made them equal.