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With regard to perspective, of which there are some little specimens, he has wrote, 'Tanto che basti', that is, "As much as is sufficient"; with regard to geometry, 'Tanto che basti' again; with regard to the contemplation of the ancient statues, there is written, 'Non mai a bastanza', "There never can be enough."
This evening two performances will be given The first at 5.30, the second at 8 Fight between Sacripante and the Duke of Avilla Ferrau kills Medoro and gains possession of Angelica Death of Sacripante at the hands of Ferrau Death of Angelica. There was a pleasant-looking, retiring young man in the box-office, who was pointed out to me as "Lui che parla" the one who speaks.
Nera watched it all. She read Nobili like a book. "How cunning Enrica Guinigi must be! very cunning!" Nera repeated as if the idea had just struck her. "The marchesa's tool! They are so poor! Her niece! Chè vuole! The family blood! Anyhow, Enrica has caught you, Nobili." Nera leaned back, drew out a fan from behind a cushion, and swayed it to and fro. "Not yet," gasped Nobili "not yet."
"E quale e quei che disvuol cio che volle, E per nuovi pensier sangia proposta, Si che del cominciar tutto si tolle; Tal mi fec' io in quella oscura costa; Perche pensando consumai la impresa Che fu nel cominciar cotanto tosta."
"Che volete?" returned the lawyer with a shrug. "Boys will be boys, and women are women." "Yes; but the women sometimes don't quite like " and the Commissary allowed the remainder of his sentence to remain unspoken, being apparently too much occupied with his thoughts to speak it.
Some five-and-thirty years ago, when Che’ Wan Âhmad, now better known as Sultân Âhmad Maätham Shah, was collecting his forces in Dûngun, preparatory to making his last and successful descent into the Tĕmbĕling valley, whence to overrun and conquer Pahang, the night was closing in at Ranggul.
"Vai, ch'avete gl'intelletti sani, Mirate la dottrina che s'asconde, Sotto queste coperte, alte e profonde!" In the course of social transition, professions, like dogs, have their day. A calling honourable in one century, becomes infamous in the next; and vocations grow obsolete, like the fashioning of our garments or figures of speech. In barbarous communities, the strong man is king:
"Sopra il Monte Tarpejo canzon vedra, Un cavalier, ch' Italia tutta onora, Pensoso piu d'altrui, che di se stesso."
Such and so indescribable is the atmospheric film that hangs over these poems of Petrarch's; there is a delicate haze about the words, that vanishes when you touch them, and reappears as you recede. How it clings, for instance, around this sonnet! "Aura che quelle chiome."
Again again! that hollow rumbling and crackling sound overhead. What could it be? "L'amore incoronato!" hummed Nina fitfully, as she plunged her round, jeweled arm down again into the chest of treasure. "Si, si! Che morendo si fa sposa che morendo si fa sposa ah!" This last was an exclamation of pleasure; she had found some toy that charmed her it was the old mirror set in its frame of pearls.
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