Marino Faliero, Doge of Venice: An Historical Tragedy, in Five Acts ; with Notes. The Prophecy of Dante : a PoemJohn Murray, 1821 - 261 Seiten |
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... Feel with their friends ; for who is he amongst them Whose brethren , parents , children , wives , or sisters , Have not partook oppression , or pollution , From the patricians ? And the hopeless war Against the Genoese , which is still ...
... Feel with their friends ; for who is he amongst them Whose brethren , parents , children , wives , or sisters , Have not partook oppression , or pollution , From the patricians ? And the hopeless war Against the Genoese , which is still ...
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... Roman said , " ' twas but a name : " It were indeed no more , if human breath Could make or mar it . MARIANNA . Yet full many a dame , Stainless and faithful , would feel all the wrong Of 38 ACT II . MARINO FALIERO ,
... Roman said , " ' twas but a name : " It were indeed no more , if human breath Could make or mar it . MARIANNA . Yet full many a dame , Stainless and faithful , would feel all the wrong Of 38 ACT II . MARINO FALIERO ,
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... feel all the wrong Of such a slander ; and less rigid ladies , Such as abound in Venice , would be loud And all - inexorable in their cry For justice . ANGIOLINA . This but proves it is the name And not the quality they prize : the ...
... feel all the wrong Of such a slander ; and less rigid ladies , Such as abound in Venice , would be loud And all - inexorable in their cry For justice . ANGIOLINA . This but proves it is the name And not the quality they prize : the ...
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... feel no wrath , but some surprise : I knew not That wedded bosoms could permit themselves To ponder upon what they now might choose , Or aught save their past choice . MARIANNA . " Tis their past choice That far too often makes them ...
... feel no wrath , but some surprise : I knew not That wedded bosoms could permit themselves To ponder upon what they now might choose , Or aught save their past choice . MARIANNA . " Tis their past choice That far too often makes them ...
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... feel dizzy . Were Genoa's galleys riding in the port , Were civil fury raging in Saint Mark's , You are not to be wrought on , but would fall , As you have risen , with an unalter'd brow- Your feelings now are of a different kind ...
... feel dizzy . Were Genoa's galleys riding in the port , Were civil fury raging in Saint Mark's , You are not to be wrought on , but would fall , As you have risen , with an unalter'd brow- Your feelings now are of a different kind ...
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altri amongst Andrea ANGIOLINA ANTONIO aught Avogadori bear beauty Beltramo BENINTENDE BERTRAM BERTUCCIO FALIERO blood brave breath Capi casa cause che fu chief CITIZEN Comune Consiglieri Conspirators Council Council of Ten crime DAGOLINO death detto Consiglio Dieci DOGE OF VENICE doom ducal Duke earth fathers feel foes furono Genoese Giovanni Giunta hath heart Heaven honour hour insult ISRAEL BERTUCCIO liero LIONI live lord Marco Marco Giustiniani MARIANNA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mind ne'er never Niccolo Nicoletto night noble o'er palace Palazzo pardon passions patrician peril Philip Calendaro PIETRO prince proud punishment quale Quaranta robes Saint Mark's senate sentence Sestiero shame siege of Zara SIGNOR Solajo soul sovereign speak spirit Stefano sword thee thine things thou hast thought throne tomb traitors treason Treviso Trivisano twas tyrants unto Venetian VINCENZO words wrath
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Seite xx - Ultimus Romanorum," the author of the Mysterious Mother, a tragedy of the highest order, and not a puling love-play. He is the father of the first romance and of the last tragedy in our language, and surely worthy of a higher place than any living writer, be he who he...
Seite 162 - Who kindlest and who quenchest suns ! — Attest ' I am not innocent, — but, are these guiltless ? I perish, but not unavenged ; far ages Float up from the abyss of time to be, And show these eyes...
Seite 248 - Many are poets but without the name, For what is poesy but to create From overfeeling good or ill ; and aim At an external life beyond our fate, And be the new Prometheus of new men, Bestowing fire from heaven, and then, too late, Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain...
Seite 164 - Then, in the last gasp of thine agony, Amidst thy many murders, think of mine ! Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes ! Gehenna of the waters ! thou sea Sodom ! Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods ! Thee and thy serpent seed ! [Here the Doge turns and addresses the Executioner.
Seite 209 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Seite 234 - And join their strength to that which with thee copes; What is there wanting then to set thee free, And show thy beauty in its fullest light ? To make the Alps impassable ; and we, Her sons, may do this with one deed Unite.
Seite 9 - Nor words a language, nor e'en men mankind ; Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows, And each is tortured in his separate hell — For we are crowded in our solitudes — Many, but each divided by the wall Which echoes Madness in her babbling...
Seite 101 - The act of opening the forbidden lattice, To let in love through music, makes his heart Thrill like his lyre-strings at the sight; the dash Phosphoric of the oar, or rapid twinkle Of the far lights of skimming gondolas, And the responsive voices of the choir Of boatmen answering back with verse for verse; Some dusky shadow chequering the Rialto; Some glimmering palace roof, or tapering spire, Are all the sights and sounds which here pervade The ocean-born and earth-commanding cityHow sweet and soothing...
Seite 81 - Proportion' d like the columns to the temple, Giving and taking strength reciprocal, And making firm the whole with grace and beauty, So that no part could be removed without Infringement of the general symmetry.
Seite 6 - All this hath somewhat worn me, and may wear, But must be borne. I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...