Correggio: A Tragedy

封面
Phillips and Samson, 1846 - 303 頁
 

已選取的頁面

其他版本 - 查看全部

常見字詞

熱門章節

第 xxxiii 頁 - In the execution of his plan, he adopted Vasari's account of Correggio's death, as the groundwork of the piece. The delineation of the artist's character is singularly beautiful. The gentle and sensitive painter is brought into striking contrast with the daring and sublime genius of Michael Angelo, as will be seen in one of the following extracts. The picture of domestic life and love, graced by congenial tastes for art and enthusiasm in its pursuit, was never drawn with more simplicity, truth, beauty,...
第 248 頁 - Rocked, without alarm or fear, so safely Cradled, lulled in a deep slumber, where All — all sleeps, and even the pulse is still, No fearful morning beam waking to pain. No ingrate — Ah, hold ! touch not the serpent ! [ With stifled voice. Murder's a crime, and robbery, and lust, The horrid brood of hydra-headed sin, That from the deep abyss of flaming hell Infect this world with poison-breathing breath. Yet one I know, a crime, whose deadly stain To lily fairness turns the others white. Its name,...
第 74 頁 - How can this name sound strange unto mine ears, That shall ere long on all tongues be familiar ? I have indeed beheld thy NIGHT, Antonio, There, in the church. What thou wouldst represent, Thou hast thyself performed, — a miracle ! Through the deep gloom of earthly life shines forth Light to rejoice the shepherds; — and, like them, I stand amazed before you, — powerless quite To explain the wonders that I look upon, Veiling my dazzled eyes, and half in doubt If all that I behold is not delusion...
第 116 頁 - Thou hast indeed Thy share of greatness ! Yet a little more Of boldness and invention had been well. There throne the Powers ! There, large as life, appears. A reverend man, the holy Job ! Ha ! this Has nobly been conceived, nobly fulfilled ! 'Tig Raphael surely : (reads,)
第 190 頁 - She read the songs of godlike youths aloud; Of Aphrodite, the love-inspired ! the dirge Of lonely, wakeful nights ; of Andromeda's, And of Athe's sports. Suspended every breath, And the high bosom swelled with joy, and all Disturbing sounds were in deep silence hushed. Then laid the silent Theone the roll Aside ; musing she sat, resting her head And looking pale, in the uncertain darkness Of our hut.
第 232 頁 - ... From the quiet shades where humble pleasures Dwell. No, never more may life, however dear, Allure thee there, with flattering sounds of joy. Friendship nor love no more can bless ! forbear ! Unfortunate, forbear ! Roses, wouldst thou pluck ? The thorn, e'en now, is in thy breast ! I'll see, I'll look upon these charms, victorious O'er Sappho's wealth of mind. Do I then dream ? For when I ask, a timid child, unformed, With downcast eyes seeking the ground ; with lips, Whose only sounds are childish...
第 206 頁 - These hands, in vain, bound with the slave-wove chain, I open to my own ; implore in vain ! Ah ! no one listens, no one heeds my tears ! Children and friends I see prest heart to heart ; For me none beats. The loved ? they dwell far off ! Children I see, climbing the father's knee, The pious brow and sacred locks to kiss. Mine dwells far from me, o'er the desert sea ! Where no caress from his loved child can greet Him more. They use me well, and fail not Gentle words — alas, not love — pity alone...
第 xxxix 頁 - WOMAN AND FAME. THOU hast a charmed cup O Fame ! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality. Away ! to me — a woman — bring Sweet waters from affection's spring.
第 xxxi 頁 - I may see the greatness, goodness and beauty in nature, and in the works of man. Preserve my country, my king, my beloved, and my friends ! Let me not die in a strange land, but return happily to my home. Give me cheerfulness and courage to wander upon thy beautiful earth, without bitterness or hatred to my neighbors, without servile and cowardly subjection to the judgments of others. Dear God ! permit me to be a good poet. Thou hast formed my soul for art. It is the dearest and truest medium through...
第 203 頁 - ... sent, The prize to win. In Sappho's arms — To scorn her, Who shall dare ? The ornament of women ! • Who dare at her the poisoned arrow aim ? For her, against the world I'll stand. For her, My father's anger I can brave. Saw he Her now — the ancient pious disesteem He felt at female poets, he'd lay aside. Even him her lute would charm — [PHAON remains sunk in thought, and hears approaching footsteps'] — Who comes ? The noise Draws near ! How retreat ? where hide ? Ah, here ! [He goes...

書目資訊