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Updated: June 29, 2025
He was all the while unconsciously continuing the low-toned chant which had haunted his throat all the way up the river the gondolier's song in the "Otello," where Rossini has worthily set to music the immortal words of Dante and, as he rested on his oar, the pianissimo fall of the melodic wail "nella miseria" was distinctly audible on the brink of the water.
When we enjoy ourselves we forget ourselves, forget that we exist; we pass over into another, an alien being, we alienate ourselves. And we become centred in ourselves again, we return to ourselves, only by suffering. Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice nella miseria And it is true.
"I like to listen to the oar." "So do I." "If you had not come, I should have been dead now." "I cannot bear you to speak of that. I hope you will never be sorry that I came." "I cannot see how I shall be glad to live. The maggior dolore and the miseria have lasted longer than the tempo felice." She paused and then went on dreamily, "Dolore miseria I think those words are alive."
I wish he may not find his way to the prison: if he do, he will find that being a prisoner is a very different thing from being a son of the prison. Myself. As there is so much merriment at Toro, you of course attend to the comfort of your prisoners. Gaoleress. Yes, we are very kind to them; I mean to those who are caballeros; but as for those with vermin and miseria, what can we do?
His new acquaintance invites him to go with him to Paraguari, but before complying with the invitation M. Forgues crosses the river and rides into the territory of Gran Chaco as far as the Quinta de la Miseria, situated about two miles and a half from the river-bank.
Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice nella miseria.... For a weak and tender soul it is the greatest of misfortunes ever to have known the greatest happiness. But though it is sad indeed to lose the beloved at the beginning of life, it is even more terrible later on when the springs of life are running dry.
But she must be speedy, for I promise her the mood grows on me as I become italianato; and I cannot predict when the other term of the proposition may be accomplished. For one thing, Lady Theologia, I praise you not. Sympathy seems to me of the essence, the healing touch an excellent thing in woman. But you told Virgil, "Io son fatta da Dio, sua merce, tale, Che la vostra miseria non mi tange."
The future hath no joys in store for us; and may bereave us of some of the few faint pleasures that still are ours. What then is left us old before our time but to banquet on the past? And are they not watered by our tears? The poet tells us "Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria." But it is not so.
Yet all around me, nature was smiling; thousands of birds were singing their morning concert, and, at a short distance, the low and soft murmuring of the stream reminded me of my excessive thirst. Alas! well hath the Italian bard sung: "Nesson maggior dolore Che riccordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria!"
Io son fatta da Dio, sua merce, tale, Che la vostra miseria non mi tange Ne fiamma d' esto incendio non m' assale. In the tragic hour the soul is thus vouchsafed a deeper vision, discerns a remoter, serener, mightier ideal which henceforth it pursues unalterably, undeviatingly, as if swept on by a law of Nature itself.
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