Torquato Tasso, a dramatic poem, from the Germ.: with other Germ. poetry. Tr. by C. Des Voeux

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Page 50 - And yet erewhile thou didst so truly feel How bards and heroes for each other live, How bards and heroes to each other tend, And toward each other know no envious thought. Noble in truth are deeds deserving fame, But it is also noble to transmit The lofty grandeur of heroic deeds, Through worthy song, to our posterity. Be satisfied to contemplate in peace, From a small, shelt'ring state, as from the shore...
Page 187 - ... disaster. Tasso's antagonist is Antonio who stands on the polar opposition to him, the man of practical understanding, of constant activity. Antonio in the hour of crisis advises Tasso to turn outward to the world. He answers that a life in which he did not dream and compose would no longer be life to him. Dost thou the silkworm e'er forbid to spin Because he spins himself more near his death ? Tasso expresses this eternal conflict. If he compromises with society, he loses his power of creative...
Page 292 - ... amain, And, awful, rustle in mine ear; The night a thousand monsters framed, Yet fresh and gay my feelings flowed ; For in my veins what ardor flamed, And in my heart what passion glowed ! I saw thee ; gentle joy did glide From thy bewitching gaze on me; My heart it throbb'd at thy fond side, And heaved its ev'ry sigh for thee ! A zephyr with its rosy tress Play'd round thy face in that sweet spot; And, gods ! — for me thy tenderness ! — I hoped it — I deserved it not ! Yet, ah ! when morn...
Page 292 - ... eyes. The moon, behind a cloudy train, Peeped through the haze with look of fear; On wings the winds did float amain, And, awful, rustle in mine ear; The night a thousand monsters framed, Yet fresh and gay my feelings flowed ; For in my veins what ardor flamed, And in my heart what passion glowed ! I saw thee ; gentle joy did glide From thy bewitching gaze on me; My heart it throbb'd at thy fond side, And heaved its ev'ry sigh for thee ! A zephyr with its rosy tress Play'd round thy face in that...
Page 307 - A WISH I begg'd to catch one word of friendly sound, Which might some tidings from my love convey: The days, they roll their dull resistless round ; To you, ye nights, in suppliant tones I pray ! And since the sunny glance displays no more What best my fond heart lov'd...
Page 263 - Again thou fillest brake and dell With dim and misty glance; Again my soul avows thy spell, And melts in liquid trance.

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