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Updated: June 5, 2025
They are not, it is said, very brilliant, in a musical point of view, but contain numberless good-natured, simple appeals to the affections, which people understood better than the milk-and-water lagrime, sospiri, and felicita of the eternal Donizettian music with which we are favoured now-a-days.
And then there was a burst of 'gemiti, sospiri ed alti guai. Alas, alas, poor child of clay! as the sparks fly upward, so wast thou born to sorrow Onward! Agreeable delusions Youth A profession Ab Gwilym Glorious English law There they pass My dear old master The deal desk Language of the tents Where is Morfydd? Go to only once.
Of course, his work had been that of an accomplished widely-read man of letters, his life of Heine being perhaps his most notable achievement in prose; and his verse had not been without intermittent flashes and felicities, suggestive of smouldering poetic fires, particularly in his Sospiri di Roma; but, for the most part, it had lacked any personal force or savour, and was entirely devoid of that magnetism with which William Sharp, the man, was so generously endowed.
"And then there was a burst of 'gemiti, sospiri ed alti guai. Alas, alas, poor child of clay! as the sparks fly upward, so wast thou born to sorrow Onward!"
Above, a marble bridge, of bold majestic architecture, joins the highest part of the prisons to the secret galleries of the palace; from whence criminals are conducted over the arch to a cruel and mysterious death. I shuddered whilst passing below; and believe it is not without cause, this structure is named PONTE DEl SOSPIRI. Horrors and dismal prospects haunted my fancy upon my return.
"Really, Ottario," said she, entering the cabinet, "your palace is singularly like a prison. As I came through the corridor, I felt as if I were passing over the Ponte de' Sospiri. The atmosphere of the place is heavy with your jealous sighs." "True; there is little happiness under the marble dome of my palace. But let us speak of other things. What can I do to serve you?"
"Here sighs, with lamentations and loud moans Resounded through the air pierced by no star, That e'en I wept at entering." According to Parsons: "Mid sighs, laments, and hollow howls of woe, Which, loud resounding through the starless air, Forced tears of pity from mine eyes at first." "Quivi sospiri, pianti ed alti guai Risonavan per l' ner senza stelle, Perch' io al cominciar ne lagrimai."
"And then there was a burst of 'gemiti, sospiri ed alti guai. Alas, alas, poor child of clay! as the sparks fly upward, so wast thou born to sorrow Onward!" That is a description of amazing power, but of course we are here dealing with a definite brain-malady, in which the emotional centres are directly affected.
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