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Indian Leisure: Petrarch, on the Character of Othello, Agamemnon; The ... Robert Guthrie MacGregor No preview available - 2015 |
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AGAMEMNON arms Atrides Avignon beauty beneath bless blest blood bosom breast bright eyes brow burn CANZ CANZONE Clytem CLYTEMNESTRA cold crime cruel dark dear death dread Duke of Guise e'en e'er earth Egys Egysthus Elec ev'ry fair fame fatal fate fear feel fire flame flow'rs fond fortune France glory grace grief hand haply hate heart Heav'n Henry Henry III Henry IV honour hope Iago King King of Navarre Lady Laura laurel life's light live lord lov'd Love's Mayenne mind mortal ne'er neath night o'er Othello pain passion peace Petrarch pity pow'r praise pray'r pride proud rage reign Rome seem'd SESTINA shade shame sighs sight silence smile song SONNET sorrow sought soul spirit stanza sweet tears thee thine thou thought thro throne Thyestes Vaucluse vex'd virtue weak weary weep Whence wont
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Page 321 - tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires; — Where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.
Page 299 - Jealousy does not strike me as the point in his passion; I take it to be rather an agony that the creature, whom he had believed angelic, with whom he had garnered up his heart, and whom he could not help still loving, should be proved impure and worthless. It was the struggle not to love her. It was a moral indignation and regret that virtue should so fall: — "But yet the pity of it, lago!
Page 315 - twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it : that song to-night Will not go from my mind ; I have much to do But to go hang my head all at one side And sing it like poor Barbara.
Page 44 - And, if for things of earth its care Heaven show, The souls who dwell above in joy and peace, And their mere mortal frames have left below, Implore thee this long civil strife may cease...
Page 309 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Page 164 - Nor wild beast in his lair more lone than me, Now that no more that lovely face I see, The only sun my fond eyes ever had. In ceaseless sorrow is my chief delight: My food to poison turns, to grief my joy; The night is torture, dark the clearest sky, And my lone pillow a hard field of fight. Sleep is indeed, as has been well expressed, Akin to death, for it the heart removes From the dear thought in which alone I live.
Page 188 - Song ! I am here, my heart the while more cold With fear than frozen snow, Feels in its certain core death's coming blow; For thus, in weak self-communing, has roll'd Of my vain life the better portion by : Worse burden surely ne'er Tried mortal man than that which now I bear; Though death be seated nigh, For future life still seeking councils new, I know and love the good, yet, ah ! the worse pursue.
Page 84 - BEWILDERED AT THE UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL OF LAURA. As Love his arts in haunts familiar tried, Watchful as one expecting war is found, Who all foresees, and guards the passes round, I in the armour of old thoughts relied : Turning, I saw a shadow at my side Cast by the sun, whose outline on the ground I knew for hers, who (be my judgment sound) Deserves in bliss immortal to abide. I whispered to my heart, Nay, wherefore fear ? But scarcely did the thought arise within, Than the bright rays in which I...
Page 264 - Virgin ! benevolent, and foe of pride, Ah ! let the love of our one Author win, Some mercy for a contrite humble heart : For, if her poor frail mortal dust I loved With loyalty so wonderful and long, Much more my faith and gratitude for thee. From this my present sad and sunken state If by thy help I rise, Virgin ! to thy dear name I consecrate and cleanse my thoughts, speech, pen, My mind, and heart with all its tears and sighs ; Point then that better path, And with complacence view my changed...