The works of Walter Savage Landor [ed. by J. Forster].Edward Moxon, 44, Dover Street., 1846 - 675 páginas |
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... Boccaccio and Petrarch ib . 18. Aspasia to Cleone ib . 19. Aspasia to Cleone ib . • PERICLES AND ASPASIA . 20. Xeniades to Aspasia 367 1. Aspasia to Cleone 361 21. Aspasia to Cleone . ib . PAGE ་ ་ ེ་ PAGE 367 382 ib . 383 vi CONTENTS .
... Boccaccio and Petrarch ib . 18. Aspasia to Cleone ib . 19. Aspasia to Cleone ib . • PERICLES AND ASPASIA . 20. Xeniades to Aspasia 367 1. Aspasia to Cleone 361 21. Aspasia to Cleone . ib . PAGE ་ ་ ེ་ PAGE 367 382 ib . 383 vi CONTENTS .
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... Boccaccio . How can a bosom be unadorned which already is to. The powers of imagination are but slender when it can invent only shadowy appearances ; much greater are requisite to make an inert and insignificant atom grow up into ...
... Boccaccio . How can a bosom be unadorned which already is to. The powers of imagination are but slender when it can invent only shadowy appearances ; much greater are requisite to make an inert and insignificant atom grow up into ...
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... Boccaccio first scattered the illusion by which the guide seemed loftier and grander than the guided . The spirit of the im- mortal master , our Tuscan , no longer led by the hand , nor submissively following , soared beyond Italy , and ...
... Boccaccio first scattered the illusion by which the guide seemed loftier and grander than the guided . The spirit of the im- mortal master , our Tuscan , no longer led by the hand , nor submissively following , soared beyond Italy , and ...
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... BOCCACCIO. TWELVE days are over and gone since William Shakspeare did leave our parts . And the spinster , Hannah Hathaway , is in sad doleful plight about him ; forasmuch as Master Silas Gough went yes- terday unto her , in her mother's ...
... BOCCACCIO. TWELVE days are over and gone since William Shakspeare did leave our parts . And the spinster , Hannah Hathaway , is in sad doleful plight about him ; forasmuch as Master Silas Gough went yes- terday unto her , in her mother's ...
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Walter Savage Landor John Forster. THE PENTAMERON ; OR , INTERVIEWS OF MESSER GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO AND MESSER FRANCESCO PETRARCA , WHEN SAID MESSER GIOVANNI LAY INFIRM AT HIS VILLETTA HARD BY CERTALDO ; AFTER WHICH THEY SAW NOT EACH OTHER ...
Walter Savage Landor John Forster. THE PENTAMERON ; OR , INTERVIEWS OF MESSER GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO AND MESSER FRANCESCO PETRARCA , WHEN SAID MESSER GIOVANNI LAY INFIRM AT HIS VILLETTA HARD BY CERTALDO ; AFTER WHICH THEY SAW NOT EACH OTHER ...
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Página 60 - In utter darkness, and their portion set As far removed from God and light of Heaven, As from the centre thrice to the utmost pole.
Página 61 - Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views, their order due, * Their visages and stature as of gods ; Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardening in his strength Glories...
Página 136 - Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets : I am not come to destroy, but to fulfill. For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled.
Página 170 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What needst thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 354 - Love pouted, and rumpled and bent down with his forefinger the stiff short feathers on his arrow-head, but replied not. Although he frowned worse than ever, and at me, I dreaded him less and less, and scarcely looked toward him. The milder and calmer genius, the third, in proportion as I took courage to contemplate him, regarded me with more and more complacency.
Página 480 - If happiness is immortality, (And whence enjoy it else the gods above ?) I am immortal too : my vow is heard . . Hark ! on the left . . Nay, turn not from me now, I claim my kiss.
Página 70 - Obscured, where highest woods, impenetrable To star or sun-light, spread their umbrage broad And brown as evening ! cover me, ye pines, Ye cedars, with innumerable boughs Hide me, where I may never see them more...
Página 480 - Even among the fondest of them all, What mortal or immortal maid is more Content with giving happiness than pain ? One day he was returning from the wood Despondently.
Página 68 - Ceased warbling, but all night tuned her soft lays: Others on silver lakes and rivers bathed Their downy breast; the swan with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet: yet oft they quit The dank, and rising on stiff pennons, tower The mid aerial sky: others on ground...
Página 468 - I cannot tell how long it was before a species of dream or vision came over me. Two beautiful youths appeared beside me ; each was winged ; but the wings were hanging down, and seemed ill adapted to flight. One of them, whose voice was the softest I ever heard, looking at me frequently, said to the other, " He is under my guardianship for the present ; do not awaken him with that feather.