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The other, sitting just in front of her, took up the volume and rustled its leaves. "How far have you got? This pencil mark? 'Amor ch'a null' amato amar perdona." She read the line in an undertone, slowly towards the close. Miriam's face showed a sudden and curious emotion. Glancing at the book, she said abruptly: "No; that's an old mark a difficulty I had. I'm long past that."
Perdona Tu ancora, al corpo no che nulla pave All'alma si: deh per lei prega; e dona Battesme a me, ch'ogni mia colpa lave; In queste voci languide risuona Un non so che di flebile e soave Ch'al cor gli scende, ed ogni sdegno ammorza, Egli occhi a lagrimar gl'invoglia e sforza.
DOÑA MATILDE. Verdad es que.... DOÑA MATILDE. ¡Clementina! MARQUESA. Perdona, Matilde; pero es un lance tan gracioso ... ¡ja, ja!... ¡tan inesperado! DOÑA MATILDE. Inesperado no; y acuérdate que siempre te juré que no me casaría sino a gusto mío, y con quien no tuviera nada. MARQUESA. Sí, es cierto ... también yo lo juré, si mal no me acuerdo, y ya ves cómo lo he cumplido ... ¡pobre Matilde!
How can I? Perhaps there is Moorish blood in your family, and here it has revived; you look incredulous, but there are plenty of examples, ay, and stronger than this: every child that is born resembles some progenitor; how then do you account for Julia Pastrana, a young lady who dined with me last week, and sang me 'Ah perdona, rather feebly, in the evening?
"Non fu sì santo nè benigno Augusto Come la tuba di Virgilio suona: L'aver avuto in poesia buon gusto La proscrizion iniqua gli perdona. Nessun sapria se Neron fosse ingiusto, Nè sua fama saria forse men buona, Avesse avuto e terra e ciel nimici, Se gli scrittor sapea tenersi amici.
Sir John whispered in his ear: "You are still a trifle pale. Go on toward the fountain; I will fetch you when we are ready." "Ah! that's the idea," said Roland. "I have always wanted to see that famous fountain of Vaucluse, the Hippocrene of Petrarch. You know his sonnet? "'Chiari, fresche e dolci acque Ove le belle membra Pose colei, che sola a me perdona.
But Olimpia slept long where she fell, and next morning decided to garner her rage. "Amor che a null' amato amar perdona." Bellaroba, who pleased the Countess, for the same reasons, no doubt, did not please the Count. It is possible to be too demure, and very little good to have domestic charm if you shut the door upon the amateur.
She performed scenes from ballets or operas, pushing back the train of her dress with a tragic sweep of her foot, and accentuating strongly the commonplace exclamations of Italian lyricism: "Oh, Ciel! Crudel! Perfido! Oh, dio! Perdona!" Or else, kneeling on an arm-chair, she imitated the voice and manner of a preacher she had heard in Rome, and who did not seem to have sufficiently edified her.
"And the melodies of Handel, are they tunes?" Lady Bar. "They are! They are!" Ips. "And the 'Russian Anthem, and the 'Marseillaise, and 'Ah, Perdona'?" Tal. "And 'Yankee Doodle'?" Lady Bar. "So that Sir Henry, who prided himself on his ignorance, has a wide field for its dominion." Tal. "All good violin players do like me; they prelude, not play tunes." Ips.
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