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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Fit audience find, though few." To the "Ode on the Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of early Childhood" the poet might have prefixed the lines which Dante addresses to one of his own Canzoni "Canzone, i' credo, che saranno radi Color, che tua ragione intendan bene, Tanto lor sei faticoso ed alto."
"Fritz!" he said guardedly. "Ja! Hier!" replied the tinker, advancing. "Gott sei dank!" said the other. He left the boat and waded ashore. The two men shook hands. "Where's the cart?" asked the low voice in German. "Among the sand-hills. You will want assistance. Have you more than one with you in the boat?" "Yes." The new-comer turned and gave a brusque order.
After a few minutes rest, rather ashamed of my feeling tired, I went up to her, and said, 'Ancora sei, a poi basta, se non volete vedermi a morire. She would have answered me if she had been able, but she wore one of those cruel masks which forbid speech. But a pressure of her hand which nobody could see made me guess all I wanted to know.
The slight emotion of fun had restored to her some of her lost human sensations, and she looked about for a place where to indulge them undisturbed. One of the bridges was in sight She yearned for the solitude of the wharf beside it, and hurried to the steps. To descend she had to pass a street-organ and a small figure bent over it. "Sei buon' Italiano?" she said. The answer was a surly "Si."
What a lot of pocket- handkerchiefs he must have used that day to dry the tears he shed for you! He no doubt, too, swallowed at least three ounces of cream of tartar to drive away the horrid evil humors in his body. Just before beginning this letter I composed an air from the "Demetrio" of Metastasio, which begins thus, "Misero tu non sei." The opera at Mantua was very good. They gave "Demetrio."
We steered north, for there were odd islands in that direction by the chart, without names enough to go around them; and on the second morning we saw a high shore to port, with surf like a white rag sewed along the bottom, and rags of mist sticking to the black bluffs. "Ach," says Kreps, and the tears trickled down under his spectacles. "Gott sei dank! I am mude of the sea. It iss too large."
"No foolishness if you please," said Madame von Marwitz. "Of what have you and Karen been talking?" "I can't get her to talk," said Mr. Drew. "But I like to hear her play." "She plays with right feeling," said Madame von Marwitz. "She is not a child to express herself in speech. Her music reveals her more truly." "Nur wo du bist sei alles, immer kindlich," Mr. Drew mused.
In "Achill in Sciro" there is an air of this kind, "or che mio figlio sei." I thank my sister very much for the list of comedies she sent me. It is singular enough about the comedy "Rache fur Rache"; it was frequently given here with much applause, and quite lately too, though I was not there myself. I beg you will present my devoted homage to Madlle.
Emilia cried convulsively "Addio!" Her brain had become on a sudden vacant of a thought, and all she knew was that she descended. "Sei buon' Italiana?" Across what chasm did the words come to her?
"Fritzi, I took a five-pound note out of that last night, if that's what you miss." "You, ma'am?" "To pay the girl who worked here her wages. You weren't here. I couldn't find anything smaller." "Gott sei Dank! Gott sei Dank!" cried Fritzing, going back to German in his joy. "Oh ma'am, if you had told me earlier you would have spared me great anguish. Have you the change?" "Didn't she bring it?"
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