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Appuntamento con il destino. Finale, L’ultimo angelo,QUI. Sweet fingers, seeming pearls of orient hue, To my wounds only cruel, fingers fine! A play on the word Orsim. Of the four pencil-drawings by that gifted painter, Miss Hannah Preston Macgoun, the small one was chosen by me from a little sketch-book that she always kept by her and had filled in moments of those recent years when the practise of her art had given place so greatly to prior claims.
Non veggio ove scampar mi possa omai. Wild About You, Love, Thou art fain To suffer pain. More than the morning star she wmore fair, The beauty of the skies her semblance shows. Angel fire East, Il Fuoco degli Angeli, Antrax, Il labirinto, 3.
He Plays upon the Name Laureta or Laura. Of mlne no longer—to myself I say— We now may commune, for, as virgin snow, The hard and heavy load we drag below Dissolves and dies, ere rest in heaven repay.
Cruel Beauty, Bellezza Anore, 2. And yet, were Love and Pity friends, they might A double column for my succour throw Between my worn soul and the mortal blow: Nathless the mind not thus itself contents, Breaking the stagnant woes which there unite, For misery in fine hopes finds no relief. Goddess of Spring, 3. Lovethat liveth and reigneth in my thought, That built its seat within my captive breast; Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought, Oft kn my face he doth his banner rest.
Aces High, Wild Cards. L’Assalto,QUI 4. Dark Bites, Undead and Unworthy, 8.
Blood Trade, 7. Gomy warm sighs, go to that frozen breast, Burst the firm ice, that charity denies; And, if a mortal prayer can reach the skies, Let death or pity give my sorrows rest! Selvaygio Legenden der Albae: Bacio la terra, e risguardo le mura Dove se’ passa, nobil creatura.
But penitence at that last hour were late: Not that in this cold fear I all did shrink, For still my heart was to such boldness strung That to her feet I clung, As if more rapture from her eyes to drink: There too, as I perceive, such welcome sweet They ever find, that none returns again, But still delightedly with her remain.
Dialogue between the Poet and his Eyes. The key of thy heart, I hold it, and that of mine is with selvaggil.
Alia dolce ombra de le belle frondi. The one song indicates an act of desperation, the other an act of rapturous joy: Torn e Torn.
For in me—hence my terror and distress! And, if for things of earth its care Heaven show, The souls who dwell above in joy and peace, And their mere mortal frames have left below, Implore thee this long civil strife may cease, Which kills all confidence, nips every good, Which bars the way to many a roof, where men Once holy, llover lived, the den Of fearless rapine now and frequent blood, Whose doors to virtue only are denied.
Per6 non aspettar, donna, ch’ io mora. There the children grow up under the continual regard of the parents. Morte, fammi morir, che aspetti adesso?
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A million Suns, 3. Or if the character of the individuals has also some share of the merit, that may happen, not because in Tuscany there is a privilege of intellect and heart, but because a greater culture and activity of the heart and of the intellect is here favoured by circumstances.
Thou shalt be lady of this heart of mine: Piovonmi amare lagrime dal viso.
L’immenso cielo del Texas ha mai visto una coppia peggio assortita di Kenny ed Emma? Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress, But never her sweet face, till I, who right Knew not her power to bless, All my green youth for these, contented quite, So spent, that still the memory is delight: La storia finisce qui.
Barbera, Bianchi e Comp. Whenwith two ardent spurs and a hard rein, Passion, my daily life who rules and leads, From time to time the usual law exceeds That calm, at least in part, my spirits may gain, It findeth minr who, on my forehead plain, The dread and daring of my deep heart reads, And seeth Love, to punish its misdeeds, Lighten her piercing eyes with worse disdain. From these four sparks—nor only these we see— Springs the great fire wherein I live and burn, Which makes me from the sun as amorw turn.
Enough my grief When a superfluous pride In a fair lady many virtues hides. Edge of Dawn, Il Bacio Rivale, And heaven unto the music so inclined, That not a leaf was seen to stir the shade; Such melody had fraught the winds, the atmosphere.