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Yet for a moment, ere I must resume

But out of the long file of sonneteers Thy sable web of sorrow, let me take

There shall be some who will not sing in vain, Over the gleams that flash athwart thy gloom And he, their prince, shall rank among my peers,

A solter glimpso ; some stars shine through thy And love shall he his torment; but his grief

And many meteors, and above thy tomb (night, Shall make an immortality of tears,
Leans sculptured Beauty, which Death cannot blight; | And Italy shall hail him as the Chief
And from thine ashes boundless spirits rise

Of Poet-lovers, and his higher song
To give thee honor, and the earth delight;

Of Freedom wreathe him with as green a leaf. Thy soil shall still be pregnant with the wise,

But in a farther age shall rise along
The gay, the learn'd, the generous, and the brave, The banks of Po two greater still than he;
Native to thee as summer to thy skies,

The world which smiled on him shall do them wrong Conqnerors on foreign shores, and the far wave,' Till they are ashes, and repose with me.

Discoverers of new worlds, which take their name ; The first will make an epoch with his lyre,
For thee alone they have no arm to save,

And fill the earth with feats of chivalry:
And all thy recompense is in their fame,

His fancy like a rainbow, and his fire, A noble one to them, but not to thee

Like that of Heaven, immortal, and his thought Shall they be glorious, and thou still the same ? Borne onward with a wing that cannot tire: Oh! more than these illustrious far shall be

Pleasure shall, like a butterfly new caught, The being--and even yet he may be born

Flutter her lovely pinions o'er his theme, The mortal saviour who shall set them free,

And Art itself seem into Nature wrought And see thy diadem, so changed, and worn

By the transparency of his bright dream.By fresh barbariaus, on thy brow replaced :

The second, of a tenderer, sadder mood,
And the sweet sun replenishing thy morn,

Shall pour his soul out o'er Jerusalem;
Thy moral morn, too long with clouds defaced, He, too, shall sing of arms, and Christian blood
And noxious vapors from Avernus risen,

Shed where Christ bled for man; and his high harp
Such as all they must breathe who are debased Shall, by the willow over Jordan's flood,
By servitude, and have the mind in prison.

Rovive a song of Sion, and the sharp Yet through this centuried eclipse of wo

Conflict, and final triumph of the brave Some voices shall be heard, and earth shall listen ; And pious, and the strife of hell to warp Ports shall follow in the path I show,

Their hearts from their great purpose, until wave And make it broader; the same brilliant sky

The red-cross banners where the first red Cross Which cheers the birds to song shall bid them glow, Was crimson'd from his veins who died to save, And raise their notes as natural and high ;

Shall be his sacred argument; the loss Tuneful shall be their numbers; they shall sing Of years, of favor, freedom, even of fame Many of love, and some of liberty,

Contested for a tiine, while the smooth gloss | But few shall soar upon that eagle's wing,

Of courts would slide o'er his forgotten name, And look in the sun's face with eagle's gaze,

And call captivity a kindness, meant All free and fearless as the feather d king,

To shield him from insanity or shame, Bat fly more near the earth; how many a phrase Such shall be his meet guerdon! who was sent

Sublime shall lavish'd be on some small prince To be Christ's Laureate-they reward him well! In all the prodigality of praise !

Florence dooms me but death or banishment, And language, eloquently false, evince

Ferrara him a pittance and a cell, The harlotry of genius, which, like beauty,

Harder to bear and less deserved, for I Too oft forgets its own self-reverence,

Had stung the factions which I strovo to quell; And looks on prostitution as a duty.

But this meek man, who with a lover's eye He who once enters in a tyrant's hallo

Will look on earth and heaven, and who will deign As guest is slave, his thoughts become a booty, To embalm with his celestial fattery And the first day which sees the chain inthral As poor a thing as e'er was spawn’d to reign, A captive, sees his half of manhood gone

What will he do to merit such a doom? The soul's emasculation saddens all

Perhaps he'll lore,-and is not love in vain Mis spirit; thus the Bard too near the throne

Torture enough without a living tomb? Qaails from his inspiration, bound to please,

Yet it will be so-he and his compeer,
How servile is the task to please alone!

The Bard of Chivalry, will both consume
To sinooth the verse to suit his sovereign's ease In penury and pain too many a year,
And royai leisure, nor too much prolong

And, dying in despondency, bequeath
Aught save his eulogy, and find, and seize,

To the kind world, which scarce will yield a tear, Or force, or forge fit argument of song! [bles, A heritago enriching all who breathe

Thus tramroellid, thus condemn'd to Flattery's tre With the wealth of a genuine poet's sonl,

He toils through all, still trembling to be wrong: And to the country a redoubled wreath
For fear some noble thoughts, like heavenly rebels, Unmatch'd by time; not Hellas can unroll
Should rise up in high treason to his brain,

Through her olympiads too such names, though one He sings, as the Athenian spoke, with pebbles Of hers be mighty ;-and is this the whole lo's mouth, lest truth should staminer thro' his strain. Of such men's destiny beneath the sun ?

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Must all the finer thoughts, the thrilling sense, From overfeeling good or ill; and aim

The electric blood with which their arteries run At an external life beyond our fate, Their body's self-tuned soul with the intense

And be the new Prometheus of new men, Feeling of that which is, and fancy of

Bestowing fire from heaven, and then, too late, That which should be, to such a recompense Finding the pleasute given repaid with pain, Conduct? shall their bright plumage on the rough And vultures to the heart of the bestower,

Storm be still scatter'd? Yes, and it must be ; Who, having lavishd his high gist in vain,
For, form’d of far too penetrable stuff,

Lies chain'd to his lone rock by the sea-shore ?
These birds of Paradise but long to flee

So be it: we can bear.—But thus all they Back to their native mansion, soon they find

Whose intellect is an o'ermastering power Earth's mist with their pure pinions not agree,

Which still recoils from its encumbering clay And die or are degraded; for the mind

Or lightens it to spirit, whatsoc’er Succumbs to long infection, and despair,

The form which their creations may essay, And vulture passions flying close behind,

Are bards; the kindled marble's bust may wear Await the moment to assail and tear;

Moro poesy upon its speaking brow And when at length the winged wanderers stoop, Than aught less than the Homeric page may bear;

Then is the prey-birds' triumph, then they share One noble stroke with a whole life may glow, The spoil, o'erpower'd at length by one fell swoop. Or deily the canvass till it shine

Yet some have been untouch'd who learn'd to bear, With beauty so surpassing all below, Some whom no power could ever force to droop, That they who kneel to idols so divine Who could resist themselves even, hardest care!

Break no commandment, for high heaven is there And task most hopeless; but some such have been, Transfused, transfigurated: and the line

And if my name amongst the number were, Of poesy, which peoples but the air That destiny austere, and yet serene,

With thought and beings of our thought reflected,
Were prouder than more dazzling fame unbless'd; Can do no moro: then let the artist share
The Alp's snow summit nearer heaven is seen The palm, he shares the peril, and dejected
Than the volcano's fierce eruptive crest,

Faints o'er the labor unapproved-Alas!
Whose splendor from the black abyss is flung, Despair and Genius art too oft connected.
While the scorch'd mountain, from whose burning Within the ages which before me pass

Art shall resume and equal even the sway
A temporary torturing flame is wrung,

Which with Apelles and old Phidias
Shines for a night of terror, then repels

She held in Hellas' unforgotten day.
Its fire back to the hell from whence it sprung, Ye shall be taught by Ruin to revivo
The hell which in its entrails ever dwells.

The Grecian forms at least from their decay,
And Roman souls at last again shall live

In Roman works wrought by Italian hands,

And temples, loftier than the old temples, give
New wonders to the world; and while still stands

The austere Pantheon, into heaven shall soar Many are poets who have never penn'd

A dome,' its image, while the base expands Their inspiration, and perchance the best :

Into a sane surpassing all before,
They felt, and loved, and died, but would not lend Such as all fesh shall flock to kneel in: ne'er
Their thoughts to meaner beings; they compressid Such sight hath been unfolded by a door

The god within them, and rejoin'd the stars As this, to which all nations shall repair,
Unlaurell'd upon earth, but far more bless'd

And lay their sins at this huge gate of heaven. Than those who are degraded by the jars

And the bold Architect unto whose care Of passion, and their frailties link'd to fame, The daring charge to raise it shall be given, Conquerors of high renown, but full of scars.

Whom all arts shall acknowledge as their lord, Many are poets, but without the name,

Whether into the marble chaos driven For what is poesy but to create

His chisel bid the Hebrew, at whose word

perusing the last production of Lord Byron's muse, how attempt, were I now to begin the world again, I wou'! must you have admired those exquisitely beautiful and af tread in the steps of that great master. To kiss the less secting portraitures of the two matchless poets which con his garment, to catch the slightest of his perfections, wou: 1 clude the third canto of the Prophecy of Dante! We

be glory and distinction enough for an ambitious man." there see them contrasted without such invidious compari SIR Josiu a REYxolds's Discourses, vol. II. p. 216 ] son, or depreciation of the one to exalt the other; and char

3 The statue of Moses on the monument of Julius II. acterized in numbers, style, and sentiment, so wonderfully Dantesque, that-nastering our uncongenial language, and habitual modes of thought as well as expression-they seem

SONETTO to have been inspired by the very genius of the inarrivabile

Di Giovanni Battista Zappi. Dante himself."-GLENBERVIE, Ricciardetto, p. 106.]

Chi è costui, che in dura pietra scolto, 1 The cupola of St. Peter's.

Siede gigante; e le piu iilustri, e conte [“ If," says Sir Joshua Reynolds, "the high admiration

Opre dell'arte avvanza, e ha vive, e pronte and esteem in which Michael Angelo has been held by all

Le labbra si, che le parole ascolto? nations, and in all ages, should be put to the account of Quest' è Mose; ben me 'l dicera il folto prejudice, it must still be granted that those prejudices

Onor del mento, e 'l doppio riggio in fronte, could not have been entertained without a cause: the

Quest' ė Mose, quando scendent del monte, ground of our prejudice then becomes the source of our

E gran parte del lume avea nel volio admiration. But froin whatever it proceeds, or whatever Tal era allor, che le sonanti, e vaste it is called, it will not, I hope, be thought presumptuous

Acque ei sospese a se d' intorno, e tale in me appear in the train, I can say of his imitators,

Quando il mar chiuse, e ne fè tomba altrui but of his admirers. I have taken another course, one

E voi sue turbe un rio vitello alzaste ! more suited to my abilities, and to the taste of the times in

Alzata aveste imago a questa eguale ! which I live. Yet, however unequal I feel myself to that

Ch' era men fallo l'adorar costui.

Israel left Egypt, stop the waves in stone,

Or hues of Hell be by his pencil pour'd
Orer the damn'd before the Judgment-throne,'

Such as I saw them, such as all shall see,
Or fanes be built of grandeur yet unknown,
The stream of his great thoughts shall spring from me,”
The Ghibelline, who traversed the three realms

Which form the empire of eternity.
Amidst the clash of swords, and clang of helms,

The age which I anticipate, no less
Shall be the Age of Beauty, and while whelms
Calamity the nations with distress,
The genius of my country shall arise,

A Cedar towering o'er the Wilderness,
Lovely in all its branches to all eyes,
Fragrant as fair, and recognised afar,

Waiting its native incense through the skies.
Sovereigns shall pause amidst their sport of war,

Wean'd for an hour from blood, to turn and gaze
On canvass or on stone ; and they who mar
All beauty upon earth, compellid to praise,

Shall feel the power of that which they destroy ;
And Art's mistaken gratitude shall raise
To tyrants who but take her for a toy

Emblems and monuments, and prostitute
Her charms to poutiffs proud, who but employ
The man of genius as the meanest brute

To bear a burden, and to serve a need,

To sell his labors, and his soul to boot.
Who toils for nations may be poor indeed,

But free; who sweats for monarchs is no more
Than the gilt chamberlain, who, clothed and fee'd,
Stands sleek and slavish, bowing at his door.
! Oh, Power that rulest and inspirest! how

Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power

Is likest thine in heaven in outward show,

Least like to thee in attributes divine,

Tread on the universal necks that bow,
And then assure us that their rights are thine ?

And how is it that they, the sons of fame,

Whose inspiration seems to them to shine From high, they whom the nations oftest nama,

Must pass their days in penury or pain,

Or step to grandeur through the paths of shame,
And wear a deeper brand and gaudier chain ?

Or if their destiny be born aloof
From lowliness, or tempted thence in vain,
In their own souls sustain a harder proof,

The inner war of passions deep and fierce ?
Florence! when thy harsh sentence razed m; roof,
I loved thee; but the vengeance of my verse,

The hate of injuries which every year

Makes greater, and accuinulates my curse,
Shall live, outliving all thou holdest dear,

Thy pride, thy wealth, thy freedom, and even that,

The most infernal of all evils here,
The sway of petty tyrants in a state;

For such sway is not limited to kings,

And demagogues yield to them but in date,
As swept off sooner; in all deadly things

Which make men hale themselves, and one another,

In discord, cowardice, cruelty, all that springs From Death the Sin-born's incest with his mother,

In rank oppression in its rudest shape,

The faction Chief is but the Sultan's brother,
And the worst despot's far less human ape :

Florence! when this lone spirit, which so long

Yearn d as the captive toiling at escape,
To fly back to thee in despite of wrong,

An exile, saddest of all prisoners,"

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{"And who is he that, shaped in sculptured stone,

Florence, who, being appointed architect to St. Peter's, re Sits giant-ike? stern monument of art

moved to Rome, and shipped his effects at Leghorn for Copa alleld, while language seems to start

Civita Vecchia, among which was this edition of Dante: in From his prompt lips, and we his precepts own! the voyage the vessel foundered at sea, and it was unfortu- 'Tis Moses ; by his beard's thick honors known, nately lost in the wreck.") And the twin beams that from his temples dart; Tis Moses ; seated on the mount apart,

: See the treatment of Michael Angelo by Julius II., and Whilst se: the Godhead o'er his features hone

his neglect by Leo X.-Julius II. was no sooner seated on Such once he look'u, when ocean's sounding wave

the papal throne than he was surrounded by men of genius, Rusyended hung, and such arnidst the storm,

and Michael Angelo was aniong the first invited to his court. When o'er his foes the refluent waters roard.

The pope had a personal attachment to him, and conversed An dol call his followers did engrave;

with hin upon every subject, as well as sculpture, with But had they raised this awe-commanding form,

familiarity and friendship; and, that he might visit him freThen had they with less guilt their work adored.”

quently, and with perfect convenience, caused a covered Rogers.)

bridge to be made from the Vatican palace to his study, to

enable him to pass at all times without being observed. On 1 The Last Judgment, in the Sistine Chapel.-(“ It is ob

paying his visit one morning, Michael Angelo was rudely vous, throughoui Michael Angelo's works, that the poetical interrupted by the person in waiting, who said, " I have an Dud of Dante influenced his feelings. The demons in the order not to let you enter." Michael felt with indignation Last Judgment, with all their mixed and various passions, this unmerited disgrace, and, in the warmth of resentment, nay find a prototype in · La Divina Commedia. The figures

desired him to tell the Pope, "* from that time forward, in his Tang (rom the grave mark his study of L’Inferno e il Pur Holiness should want him, he should have to seek him in 000;' and the subject of the Brazen Serpent in the Sis

another place." On his return home, he ordered his servants une Chapel, must remind every reader of canto xxv. dell'

to sell the furniture in his house to the Jews, and to follow Ilemo, u bere the flying serpents, the writhings and con him to Florence. Himself, the same evening, took post, tortions of the human body from envenomed wounds, are

and arrived at Poggibonzi castle, in Tuscany, before he described with pathos and horror, and the execution of Hainan, in the opposite angle of the same ceiling, is doubt

rested. The Pope dispatched five couriers, with orders to

conduct him back: but he was not overtaken until he was less designed from these lines,

in a foreign state. A reconciliation was, however, a few * Poi piovre dentro all' alta fantasia

months after, eflected at Bologna, through the mediation I'n crocifisso dispettoso e fiero

of the gonfaloniere. As Michael Angelo entered the presNella sua vista, e cotal si moria.

ence chamber, the Pope gave him an askance look of disIntorno ed esso era 'l grande Assuero

pleasure, and after a short pause saluted him, " In the stead Ester sua sposa, e 'i giusto Mardocheo, of your coming to us, you seem to have expected that we

Che su al dire ed al far cosi 'ntero.!"-DUPPA.) should wait upon you." Michael Angelo replied with sub? I have read somewhere (if I do not err, for I cannot re

mission, that his error arose from too hastily feeling a dis. collect where) that Danie was so great a favorite of Michael

grace that he was unconscious of meriting, and hoped his Angelo's, that he had designed the whole of the Divina Com

Holiness would pardon what was past. The Pope theremelia ; but that the volume containing these studies was

upon gave him his benediction, and restored him to his lost by sea.-{"* Michael Angelo's copy of Dante," says Dup- friendship. The whole reign of Leo X. was a blank in the DA, " was a large folio, with Landino's commentary; and

life of Michael Angelo.-DUPPA.) upon the broad margin of the leaves he designed, with a pen + [In his “ Convito,” Dante speaks of his banishment, and and ink, all the interesting subjects. This book was pos the poverty and distress which attended it, in very affecting tessed by Antonio Montauti, a sculptor and architect of terms. * Alas!" said he, “ had it pleased the Dispenser of

Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong, Seas, mountains, and the horizon's verge for bars,

Which shut him from the sole sınall spot of earth

Where—whatsoe'er his fate-he still were hers, His country's, and might die where he had birth

Florence! when this lone spirit shall return

To kindred spirits, thou wilt feel my worth, And seek to honor with an empty urn

The ashes thou shalt ne'er obtain'-Alas!

“ What have I done to thee, my people ?” Stern Are all thy dealings, but in this they pass

The limits of man's common malice, for

All that a citizen could be I was ;
Raised by thy will, all thine in peace or war,

And for this thou hast warr'd with me.- 'Tis done

I may not overleap the eternal bar
Built up between us, and will dio alone,

Beholding with the dark eye of a seer

The evil days to gifted souls foreshown,
Foretelling them to those who will not hear.

As in the old time, till the hour be come
When Truth shall strike their eyes through many

a tear,
And make them own the Prophet in his tombo


the Universe, that the occasion of this excuse had never ex His countrymen persecuted even his memory : he was er isted; that neither others had coinmitted wrong against me, communicated after death by the Pope.) nor I suffered unjustly; suffered, I say, the punishment of

:"E scrisse piu volte non solamente a particolari c**9. exile and of poverty ; since it was the pleasure of the citi

dini del reggimento, ma ancora al popolo, e unira l'altre zens of that fairest and most renowned daughter of Rome,

una Epistola assai lunga che comincia :-· Pupule , quod Florence, to cast me forth out of her sweet bosom, in which feci tibi ?" "_Vita di Dante, scritta da Lionardo Aretina. I had my birth and nourishment even to the ripeness of iny age, and in which, with her good-will, I desire, with all my

3 [Dante died at Ravenna in 1321, in the palace of his heart, to rest this wearied spirit of mine, and to ierininate

patron, Guido Novello da Polenta, who testified his sorrige the time allotted to me on earth. Wandering over almost

and respect by the sumptuousness of his obsequies, ani every part, to which this our language extends, I have

giving orders to erect a monument, which he did not about like a mendicant, showing against my will the wound complete. His countrymen showed, too laie, that they with which fortune has smitten me, and wbich is often im.

knew the value of what ibey had lost. Ai the beg:: puted to his ill-deserving on whom it is intheted. I have,

The next century, they entreated thai the mortai reizas ) indeed, been a vessel without sail and without steerage,

their illustrious citizen might be restored to them, at de carried about to divers ports, and roads, and shores, by the posited among the tombs of their fathers.

But ibet ik dry wind that springs out of sad poverty, and have appeared able memorial of their own hospitality. No better suiness

of Ravenna were unwilling to part with the sad and licu before the eyes of many who, perhaps, from some report that had reached them, had unagined me of a different form ;

attended the subsequent negotiations of the Florttitres? in whose sight not only my person was disparaged, but

the same purpose, ihough renewed under the auspires of every action of mine became of less value, as well already

Leo X., and conducted through the powerful meliaivu of

Michael Angelo. performed, as those which yet remained for me to attempt.") 1 [About the year 1316, the friends of Dante succeeded in

Never did any poem rise so suddenly into notice, afro

the death of its author, as the Divina Commedia. About'te obtaining his restoration to his country and his possessions, on condition that he should pay a certain sum of money,

year 1350, Giovanni Visconti, Archbishop of an, selezir.

six of the most learned men in Italy, -iwo Civiis, **** and, entering a church, there avow himself guilty, and ask pardon of the republic. The following was his answer, on

philosophers, and two Florentines, -and gave theu in this occasion, to one of his kinsmen :-" From your letter,

charge to contribute their joint endeavors touards the Co.E

pilation of an ample comment, a copy of which is presied which I received with due respect and affection, I observe how much you have at heart my restoration to my country.

in the Laurentian library. At Florence, a public serie

was founded for the purpose of explaining a poen. I am bound to you the more gratefully, that an exile rarely

was at the same time the boast and the disgrace of the city, finds a friend. But, after mature consideration, I must, by

The decree for this institution was passed in 1373, ani in my answer, disappoint the wishes of some little minds; and

that year Boccaccio was appointed, with a salary of a tcmI confide in the judgment to which your impartiality and

dred forins, to deliver lectures in one of the churebes ?? prudence will lead you. Your nephew and mine has writien to me, what indeed had been mentioned by many other speedily followed by Bologna, Pisa, Piacenza, aru Praze.

the first of their poets. The example of Florence w friends, that by a decree concerning the exiles, I am allowed

It is only within a few years that the meriis of this 24 to return to Fiorence. provided I pay a certain sum of

and original poet were altended to and made known in this money, and submit to the humiliation of asking and receiv

country. And this seems to be owing to a translation ing absolution ; wherein, my Father, I see two propositions that are ridiculous and impertinent. I speak of the imper. spirited summary given of this poem in the 31st section is

very pathetic story of Count Cgolino; io the luckus and tinence of those who mention such conditions to me : for in your lelier, diciated by judgment and discretion, there is

the History of English Poetry; and to Mr. Hayley's tras

lations of the three cautos of the Infero, * Darte bien no such thing. Is such an invitation to return to his country glorious for Dante, after suffering in exile almost fifteen

heved,” says Ugo Foscolo, “that, by his sufferings on earth.

he atoned for the errors of humanityyears? Is it thus, then, they would recompense innocence which all the world knows, and the labor and fatigue of un

Ma la bontà divina ha si gran braccia, remitting study? Far from the man who is fainiliar with

Che prende cid che si rivolge a lei.' philosophy be the senseless baseness of a heart of earth,

• So wide arms that could do like a little sciolist, and imitate the infamy of

Hath goodness infinite, that it receives some others, by offering himself up as it were in chains.

All who turn to it.'Far from the man who cries aloud for justice this compromise, by his money, with his persecutors! No, my Father,

And he seems to address Heaven in the attitude of a wor. this is not the way that shall lead me back to my country.

shupper, rather than a suppliant. Being convinced tfi? But I shall return with hasty steps, if you or any other can

Man is then truly happy when he freely exercises a. 23 open to ine a way that shall not derogate from the fame

energies,' he walked through the world with an assure!

1 and bonor of Dante ; but if by no such way Florence can

step, keeping his vigils'be entered, then Florence I shall never enter. What! shall * So that nor night nor slumber with close stealth I not everywhere enjoy the sight of the sun and stars ? and Convey'd from him a single step in all inay I not seek and contemplate, in every corner of the The goings on of time.' earih under the canopy of heaven, consoling and delightful He collected the opinions, the follies, the vicesiteddes, the truth, without first rendering myself iglorious, nay in miseries, and the passions that agitate mankind : ani! famous, to the people and republic of Florence? Bread, I behind him a monument, which, while it humbles us trili hope, will not fail me.” Yet he continued to experience

representation of our own wretchedness, should reake 's “How salt the savor is of others' bread,

glory that we partake of the same nature with such a male How hard the passage to descend and climb and encourage us to make the best use of our ficeting ex By others' stairs !"







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“ The land where I was born sits by the seas,

Upon that shore to which the Po descends,

With all his followers, in search of peace. Love, which the gentle heart soon apprehends,

Seized him for the fair person which was ta’en"

From me, and me even yet the mode offends. Love, who to none beloved to love again

Remits, seized me with wish to please, so strong,

That, as thou seest, yet, yet it doth remain. Love to one death conducted us along,

But Caina waits for him our life who ended :"

if this translation, of what is generally considered the most exquistely pathetic episode in the Divina Commedia,

was executed in March, 1820, at Ravenna, where, just five i rrituries before, and in the very house in which the unfortaar lady was born, Dante's poem had been composed.

Inmutigation of the crime of Francesca, Boccaccio relates, wat Godo engaged to give his daughter in marriage to

ciotto, the eldest son of his enemy, the master of Rimini. incotto, who was adeously deformed in countenance and hunre, foresaw thal, if he presented himself in person, he 1 paid be rejected by the lady, Helherefore resolved to

marry her by proxy, and seat as his representative his pouver brother, Paolo, the handsomest and inost accomplishe man till Italy. Francesca w Paolo arrive, and Tavapnel she beheld her future husband. That mistake was The commencement of her passion. The friends of Gudo altreert uit in strong reinonstrances, and mournful predictions of the dangers to which be exposed a daughter,

use high spirit would never brook to be sacrificed with ropunity But Guido was no longer in a condition to make **; and the necessities of the politician overcame the welings of the father."

Iu Transinising his version to Mr. Murray, Lord Byron *ur-" Enclosed you will find, line for line, in third rhyme, Warm7.) of which your British blackguard reader is yet Sologalands norbing, Finny of Rimini. You know that she *** born here, and married, and slain, from Cary, Boyd, at such people. I have done it into cramp English, line fit hne, and rhyme for rhyme, to try the possibility. If it blisieil, publish it ronth the original."

the following passip-January 29, IN21. past midnight--one of the clock. i have been reading Frederick Schlegel, (* Lectures on the Iloery of Literature, Ancient and Montern,') till now, and I Cannake out nothing. lle evidently shows a great power of

de luat there 18 noihing to be taken hold of. He is like lleuit in English, who talks pimples; a red and white corrup10x sing up, (in little imitation of mountains upon maps,) fotronining nothing and discharging nothing, except their 6 mors I like him the worse, (that is Schlegel,) be. Cater he alwars seems upon the verge of meaning; and, lo! hr Free down like sonsei, or melts like a rainbow, leaving a uler neh confusion. Of Dante, he says, that at no time

be greatest and most national of all Italian poels ever touch the favorite of his countrymen! 'Tis false. Tre have been inore editors and commentators (and imitaW* ultimately) of Dinle than of all their poets put together. W favorite! Why, they talk Dante-write Dante-and litude and dream Dante, at this inoment. (1821,) to an excess Nitan would be ridiculous, but that he deserves it. lie says )! Dante's .chuer defect is a want, in a word, of gentle

innex' Oi gentle feelings -and Francesca of Rimini

w the father's feelings in Ugolino--and Beatrice-and 1 LP' Why, there is a genileness in Dante beyond all iuluess, when he is tender. It is true that, treating of the !nin Hades, or llell, there is not much scope or site for

there but who bui Dante could have introduced any tienes al all inte hell? Is there any in Milton's? No - 2.10 Kante's Heaven is all love, and glory, and majesty." T & Translation was first published in 1830.)

*[Francesca, danghter of Guido da Polenta, Lord of RaTV.16. and of Cervia, was given by her father in marriage to lanco, son of Malatesta, Lord of Ridini, a man of extraorduary courage, but deformed in his person. His brother,

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Paolo, who unhappily possessed those graces which the husband of Francesca wanted, engaged her affertions; and being laken in adultery, they were both put to death by the enraged Lanciotto. The inierest of this pathete narrative is inuch increased, when it is recollected that the father of this unfortunate lady was the beloved friend and generous protector of Dante during his later days. See ante, p. 514, and also Canto xxvi. of the Inferno, where Dante, speaking of Ravenna, says

L'aquila da Polenta là si cova,
Si che Cirvia ricopre co' suoi vanni.

-- There Polenta's eagle broods,
And in his broad circumference of plume
O'ershadows Cervia.

CARY. Guido was the son of Ostasio da Polenta, and made himself master of Ravenna in 1265. In 1322, he was deprived of his sovereignty, and died at Bologna in the year following. He is enumerated, by Tiraboschi, among the poets of his time.]

$ Ravenna.

(Among Lord Byron's unpublished letters we find the following:“ Varied readings of the translation from Dante.

Seized him for the fair person, which in its
Bloom was ta'en from me, yet the mode offends.

Seized him for the fair form, of which in its

Bloom I was reft, and yet the mode offends.
Love, which to none beloved to love remits,

with mutual wish to please
Seized me with wish of pleasing him so strong,

with the desire to please That, as thou see'st, not yet that passion quits, &c. You will find these readings vary from the MS. I sent you. They are closer, but rougher; take which is liked hest, or, if you like. print them as variations. They are all close to the text."- Byron Letlers.)

6 (From Cain, the first fratricide. By Cainà we are to understand that part of the Inferno lo which inurderers are condeinned.)

[The whole history of woman's love is as highly and completely wrought, we think, in these few lines, its that of Juliet in the whole tragedy of Shakspeare Francesca imputes the passion he her-in-law conceived for her, not to depravity, but nobleness of heart in bim, and to her own loveliness. With a inungled feeling of keen sorrow and complacent naiveté, she says she was fair, and that an igno. minious death robbed him of her beanty. She confesses that she loved, because she was beloved,--that charm had deluded her; and she declares, with transpori, that joy had not abandoned her even in hell

** piacer si forte, Che, come vedi, ancor non in' abbandona." It is thus that Dante unites perspicuity with conciseness, and the most naked simplicity with the profoundesi observation of the heart. Her guilty passion survives its punishment by Heaven--but without a shade of impiety. How striking is the contrast of her extreme happiness in the midst of torments that can never cease ; when, resuming her narrative, she looks at her ver, and repeats with enthusiasm

“Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso"




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