Italian Romance WritersBrentano's, 1906 - 472 pagine |
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Pagina 100 - ... might be attributed to fear pained him for a moment, but he quickly consoled himself by the remembrance that even this unjust imputation would be a punishment for him, and a means of expiation. Thus, at the age of thirty, Ludovico took the monastic habit, and being required, according to custom, to change his name, he chose one that would continually remind him of the fault he had to atone for - the name of friar Cristoforo. Scarcely was the ceremony of taking the religious habit completed, when...
Pagina 430 - Once drawn into that atmosphere, as fiery as the encircling neighbourhood of a forge, she felt herself capable of suffering all the transfigurations that it should please the Life-Giver to work in her for the satisfaction of his own constant desire of poetry and of beauty.
Pagina 436 - ... continual creation.' And when the poet had drawn on this woman, his Perdita, to live in ' a higher zone of life ' to suffer ' the transfigurations that it should please the Life Giver to work in her for the satisfaction of his own constant desire of poetry and beauty ' ... he brought, in her as he had in himself, ' the intimate marriage of art with life, and he thus found in his own substance a spring of perennial harmonies.
Pagina 412 - ... character are the scenes of vintage and farm labor: ' Blessed are the women that sing sweet songs and bring in the jars of old wine. There was a cry of delight as they [the laborers] turned round and saw the band of women drawing near, bringing the last bounties of the reaped fields. They advanced in double file, carrying large painted jars of wine upon their arms, and they sang as they walked. Through the olive groves, as through a colonnade upon a background of sparkling sea, they appeared...
Pagina 88 - If, after reading this book, you are not conscious of having acquired some new ideas on the story of the period I have described, or about the evils that weigh on humankind, and suggestion as to means to lighten them : if whilst you were reading, you have never been moved by a feeling of reprobation for wickedness, and of reverence for piety, nobleness, humanity, and justice, the publication of this book has been useless indeed...
Pagina 416 - Just because they are so shadowy, because they may seem to be so unreal, they have another, nearer, more insidious kind of reality than that reality by which Antony is so absolutely Antony, Tristan so absolutely heroic love. These live in themselves with so intense a personal or tragic life that they are...
Pagina 87 - we ought not to write about love in such a manner as to awaken that passion in our reader's mind There are many other feelings, such as pity, self-denial, a desire of justice, which a writer should strive to excite, there can never be too much of them ; but as for love, there is certainly more than enough for the preservation of our revered species.
Pagina 413 - The waves would push on toward the massive shore with all the strength of love and anger, dashing upon it with a roar, spreading, foaming, gurgling, penetrating its most hidden recesses. It was as if some imperial Soul in Nature were breathing its passion into a vast manytongued instrument, striking all its chords, touching its every key of joy or sorrow.
Pagina 103 - ... You know why I bear this habit ? ' Renzo hesitated. ' You know it ! ' resumed the old man. ' I do/ answered Renzo. ' I too have hated, and therefore I have rebuked you for a thought, for a word; the man whom I hated, whom I cordially hated, whom I had long hated, that man I murdered ! ' ' Yes, but a tyrant ! one of those . . .' 'Hush!' interrupted the friar: 'think you that if there were a good reason for it, I shouldn't have found it in thirty years? Ah! if I could now instil into your heart...