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The world and I have been at loggerheads this many a year, and in trifling with its laws, I take my revenge of its abuse " warmly returned Il Maledetto, for his spirit began to be aroused. "Thou bear'st hard upon me, Doge father or what thou wilt and I should be little worthy of my lineage, did I not meet thy charges as they are made.
Now speak, and nothing hide Of weal or woe; be truth upon thy lips! What tidings bear'st thou from the mountain seer? MESSENGER. His answer: "Quick! retrace thy steps; the lost one Is found." ISABELLA. Auspicious tongue! Celestial sounds Of peace and joy! thus ever to my vows. Thrice honored sage, thy kindly message spoke! But say, which heaven-directed brother traced My daughter?
What art thou, Love? whence are those charms, That thus thou bear'st an universal rule? For thee the soldier quits his arms, The king turns slave, the wise man fool. In vain we chase thee from the field, And with cool thoughts resist thy yoke: Next tide of blood, alas! we yield; And all those high resolves are broke!
Who doth not see that the integrity of the metaphor requires we should read "flames of her own youth." Warburton. Who does not see that upon such principles there is no end of correction. ACT III. SCENE i. Thou art not noble: For all th' accommodations, that thou bear'st Are nurs'd by baseness. Dr.
Look forth, deliverer, Look forth, first-born of the dead, Over the tree-tops of Paradise; See thyself in yet continued bonds, Toilsome and poor, thou bear'st man's form again, Thou art reviled, scourged, put into prison, Hunted from the arrogant equality of the rest; With staves and swords throng the willing servants of authority, Again they surround thee, mad with devilish spite; Toward thee stretch the hands of a multitude, like vultures' talons, The meanest spit in thy face, they smite thee with their palms; Bruised, bloody, and pinion'd is thy body, More sorrowful than death is thy soul.
"I will repeat a translation," said I, "which I made when a boy, which though far from good, has, I believe, in it something of the spirit of the original: "O Italy! on whom dark Destiny The dangerous gift of beauty did bestow, From whence thou hast that ample dower of wo, Which on thy front thou bear'st so visibly.
Very quaint and rich in wisdom it was: "Does each day upon its wing Its appointed burden bring? Load it not besides with sorrow That belongeth to the morrow. When by God the heart is riven, Strength is promised, strength is given: But fore-date the day of woe, And alone thou bear'st the blow." When I had said this over to myself, I laid my head on the pillow and slept soundly.
Why all this coldness, O my best beloved? For thy dear love I have drunk deep of scorn. For thy love, maiden with the darksome looks, I wither while thou bear'st a port of oak. The fire that burns me eats my very soul. My spirit is distracted by these proofs.
'Tis only by these signs I can express What my Confusion will not let me utter. I know not what strange power thou bear'st about thee, But at thy sight or touch my Sense forsakes me, And that, withal I had design'd to say, Turns to a strange disorder'd Rapture in me. Oh Erminia Er. How do you, Sir? Phi.
In crumbling ruin wide, Fall, fall, thou roof, and sink, thou trembling floor That bear'st the dread, unearthly stride! Ye sable damps arise! Mount from the abyss in smoky spray, And pall the brightness of the day! Vanish, ye guardian powers! They come! The avenging deities DON CAESAR, ISABELLA, BEATRICE. The Chorus. He remains standing alone in the centre of the stage. BEATRICE. Alas! 'tis he
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