Sordello: Book The Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The lady city for whose sole embrace | A |
Her pair of suitors struggled felt their arms | B |
A brawny mischief to the fragile charms | B |
They tugged for one discovering that to twist | C |
Her tresses twice or thrice about his wrist | C |
Secured a point of vantage one how best | D |
He 'd parry that by planting in her breast | D |
His elbow spike each party too intent | E |
For noticing howe'er the battle went | E |
The conqueror would but have a corpse to kiss | F |
May Boniface be duly damned for this | F |
Howled some old Ghibellin as up he turned | G |
From the wet heap of rubbish where they burned | G |
His house a little skull with dazzling teeth | H |
A boon sweet Christ let Salinguerra seethe | I |
In hell for ever Christ and let myself | J |
Be there to laugh at him moaned some young Guelf | J |
Stumbling upon a shrivelled hand nailed fast | K |
To the charred lintel of the doorway last | K |
His father stood within to bid him speed | L |
The thoroughfares were overrun with weed | L |
Docks quitchgrass loathy mallows no man plants | M |
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The stranger none of its inhabitants | N |
Crept out of doors to taste fresh air again | O |
And ask the purpose of a splendid train | P |
Admitted on a morning every town | Q |
Of the East League was come by envoy down | Q |
To treat for Richard's ransom here you saw | R |
The Vicentine here snowy oxen draw | R |
The Paduan carroch its vermilion cross | S |
On its white field A tiptoe o'er the fosse | T |
Looked Legate Montelungo wistfully | U |
After the flock of steeples he might spy | V |
In Este's time gone doubts he long ago | W |
To mend the ramparts sure the laggards know | W |
The Pope's as good as here They paced the streets | X |
More soberly At last Taurello greets | X |
The League announced a pursuivant will match | Y |
Its courtesy and labours to dispatch | Y |
At earliest Tito Friedrich's Pretor sent | E |
On pressing matters from his post at Trent | E |
With Mainard Count of Tyrol simply waits | Z |
Their going to receive the delegates | Z |
Tito Our delegates exchanged a glance | A2 |
And keeping the main way admired askance | A2 |
The lazy engines of outlandish birth | B2 |
Couched like a king each on its bank of earth | B2 |
Arbalist manganel and catapult | C2 |
While stationed by as waiting a result | C2 |
Lean silent gangs of mercenaries ceased | D2 |
Working to watch the strangers This at least | D2 |
Were better spared he scarce presumes gainsay | E2 |
The League's decision Get our friend away | E2 |
And profit for the future how else teach | F2 |
Fools 't is not safe to stray within claw's reach | F2 |
Ere Salinguerra's final gasp be blown | G2 |
Those mere convulsive scratches find the bone | G2 |
Who bade him bloody the spent osprey's nare | R |
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The carrochs halted in the public square | R |
Pennons of every blazon once a flaunt | H2 |
Men prattled freelier than the crested gaunt | H2 |
White ostrich with a horse shoe in her beak | I2 |
Was missing and whoever chose might speak | I2 |
Ecelin boldly out so Ecelin | G2 |
Needed his wife to swallow half the sin | G2 |
And sickens by himself the devil's whelp | V |
He styles his son dwindles away no help | V |
From conserves your fine triple curded froth | J2 |
Of virgin's blood your Venice viper broth | J2 |
Eh Jubilate Peace no little word | K2 |
You utter here that 's not distinctly heard | K2 |
Up at Oliero he was absent sick | L2 |
When we besieged Bassano who i' the thick | L2 |
O' the work perceived the progress Azzo made | M2 |
Like Ecelin through his witch Adelaide | M2 |
She managed it so well that night by night | N2 |
At their bed foot stood up a soldier sprite | N2 |
First fresh pale by and by without a wound | O2 |
And when it came with eyes filmed as in swound | O2 |
They knew the place was taken Ominous | P2 |
That Ghibellins should get what cautelous | P2 |
Old Redbeard sought from Azzo's sire to wrench | Q2 |
Vainly Saint George contrived his town a trench | Q2 |
O' the marshes an impermeable bar | R |
Young Ecelin is meant the tutelar | R |
Of Padua rather veins embrace upon | G2 |
His hand like Brenta and Bacchiglion | G2 |
What now The founts God's bread touch not a plank | R2 |
A crawling hell of carrion every tank | R2 |
Choke full found out just now to Cino's cost | O2 |
The same who gave Taurello up for lost | O2 |
And making no account of fortune's freaks | P2 |
Refused to budge from Padua then but sneaks | P2 |
Back now with Concorezzi 'faith they drag | S2 |
Their carroch to San Vitale plant the flag | S2 |
On his own palace so adroitly razed | O2 |
He knew it not a sort of Guelf folk gazed | O2 |
And laughed apart Cino disliked their air | R |
Must pluck up spirit show he does not care | R |
Seats himself on the tank's edge will begin | G2 |
To hum za za Cavaler Ecelin | G2 |
A silence he gets warmer clinks to chime | T2 |
Now both feet plough the ground deeper each time | T2 |
At last za za and up with a fierce kick | L2 |
Comes his own mother's face caught by the thick | L2 |
Grey hair about his spur | R |
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Which means they lift | O2 |
The covering Salinguerra made a shift | O2 |
To stretch upon the truth as well avoid | O2 |
Further disclosures leave them thus employed | O2 |
Our dropping Autumn morning clears apace | P2 |
And poor Ferrara puts a softened face | P2 |
On her misfortunes Let us scale this tall | U2 |
Huge foursquare line of red brick garden wall | U2 |
Bastioned within by trees of every sort | O2 |
On three sides slender spreading long and short | O2 |
Each grew as it contrived the poplar ramped | O2 |
The fig tree reared itself but stark and cramped | O2 |
Made fools of like tamed lions whence on the edge | V2 |
Running 'twixt trunk and trunk to smooth one ledge | V2 |
Of shade were shrubs inserted warp and woof | J |
Which smothered up that variance Scale the roof | J |
Of solid tops and o'er the slope you slide | O2 |
Down to a grassy space level and wide | O2 |
Here and there dotted with a tree but trees | P2 |
Of rarer leaf each foreigner at ease | P2 |
Set by itself and in the centre spreads | P2 |
Borne upon three uneasy leopards' heads | P2 |
A laver broad and shallow one bright spirt | O2 |
Of water bubbles in The walls begirt | O2 |
With trees leave off on either hand pursue | P2 |
Your path along a wondrous avenue | P2 |
Those walls abut on heaped of gleamy stone | G2 |
With aloes leering everywhere grey grown | G2 |
From many a Moorish summer how they wind | O2 |
Out of the fissures likelier to bind | O2 |
The building than those rusted cramps which drop | V |
Already in the eating sunshine Stop | V |
You fleeting shapes above there Ah the pride | O2 |
Or else despair of the whole country side | O2 |
A range of statues swarming o'er with wasps | P2 |
God goddess woman man the Greek rough rasps | P2 |
In crumbling Naples marble meant to look | W2 |
Like those Messina marbles Constance took | W2 |
Delight in or Taurello's self conveyed | O2 |
To Mantua for his mistress Adelaide | O2 |
A certain font with caryatides | P2 |
Since cloistered at Goito only these | P2 |
Are up and doing not abashed a troop | V |
Able to right themselves who see you stoop | V |
Their arms o' the instant after you Unplucked | O2 |
By this or that you pass for they conduct | O2 |
To terrace raised on terrace and between | G2 |
Creatures of brighter mould and braver mien | G2 |
Than any yet the choicest of the Isle | X2 |
No doubt Here left a sullen breathing while | X2 |
Up gathered on himself the Fighter stood | O2 |
For his last fight and wiping treacherous blood | O2 |
Out of the eyelids just held ope beneath | H |
Those shading fingers in their iron sheath | H |
Steadied his strengths amid the buzz and stir | R |
Of the dusk hideous amphitheatre | R |
At the announcement of his over match | Y |
To wind the day's diversion up dispatch | Y |
The pertinactious Gaul while limbs one heap | V |
The Slave no breath in her round mouth watched leap | V |
Dart after dart forth as her hero's car | R |
Clove dizzily the solid of the war | R |
Let coil about his knees for pride in him | Y2 |
We reach the farthest terrace and the grim | Y2 |
San Pietro Palace stops us | P2 |
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Such the state | O2 |
Of Salinguerra's plan to emulate | O2 |
Sicilian marvels that his girlish wife | J |
Retrude still might lead her ancient life | J |
In her new home whereat enlarged so much | Z2 |
Neighbours upon the novel princely touch | Z2 |
He took who here imprisons Boniface | P2 |
Here must the Envoys come to sue for grace | P2 |
And here emerging from the labyrinth | A3 |
Below Sordello paused beside the plinth | A3 |
Of the door pillar | R |
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He had really left | O2 |
Verona for the cornfields a poor theft | O2 |
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From the morass where Este's camp was made | O2 |
The Envoys' march the Legate's cavalcade | O2 |
All had been seen by him but scarce as when | G2 |
Eager for cause to stand aloof from men | G2 |
At every point save the fantastic tie | O2 |
Acknowledged in his boyish sophistry | R |
He made account of such A crowd he meant | O2 |
To task the whole of it each part's intent | O2 |
Concerned him therefore and the more he pried | O2 |
The less became Sordello satisfied | O2 |
With his own figure at the moment Sought | O2 |
He respite from his task Descried he aught | O2 |
Novel in the anticipated sight | O2 |
Of all these livers upon all delight | O2 |
This phalanx as of myriad points combined | O2 |
Whereby he still had imaged the mankind | O2 |
His youth was passed in dreams of rivalling | W2 |
His age in plans to prove at least such thing | W2 |
Had been so dreamed which now he must impress | P2 |
With his own will effect a happiness | P2 |
By theirs supply a body to his soul | B3 |
Thence and become eventually whole | B3 |
With them as he had hoped to be without | O2 |
Made these the mankind he once raved about | O2 |
Because a few of them were notable | C3 |
Should all be figured worthy note As well | D3 |
Expect to find Taurello's triple line | G2 |
Of trees a single and prodigious pine | G2 |
Real pines rose here and there but close among | W2 |
Thrust into and mixed up with pines a throng | W2 |
Of shrubs he saw a nameless common sort | O2 |
O'erpast in dreams left out of the report | O2 |
And hurried into corners or at best | O2 |
Admitted to be fancied like the rest | O2 |
Reckon that morning's proper chiefs how few | P2 |
And yet the people grew the people grew | P2 |
Grew ever as if the many there indeed | O2 |
More left behind and most who should succeed | O2 |
Simply in virtue of their mouths and eyes | P2 |
Petty enjoyments and huge miseries | P2 |
Mingled with and made veritably great | O2 |
Those chiefs he overlooked not Mainard's state | O2 |
Nor Concorezzi's station but instead | O2 |
Of stopping there each dwindled to be head | O2 |
Of infinite and absent Tyrolese | P2 |
Or Paduans startling all the more that these | P2 |
Seemed passive and disposed of uncared for | R |
Yet doubtless on the whole like Eglamor | R |
Smiling for if a wealthy man decays | P2 |
And out of store of robes must wear all days | P2 |
One tattered suit alike in sun and shade | O2 |
'T is commonly some tarnished gay brocade | O2 |
Fit for a feast night's flourish and no more | R |
Nor otherwise poor Misery from her store | R |
Of looks is fain upgather keep unfurled | O2 |
For common wear as she goes through the world | O2 |
The faint remainder of some worn out smile | X2 |
Meant for a feast night's service merely While | X2 |
Crowd upon crowd rose on Sordello thus | P2 |
Crowds no way interfering to discuss | P2 |
Much less dispute life's joys with one employed | O2 |
In envying them or if they aught enjoyed | O2 |
Where lingered something indefinable | C3 |
In every look and tone the mirth as well | D3 |
As woe that fixed at once his estimate | O2 |
Of the result their good or bad estate | O2 |
Old memories returned with new effect | O2 |
And the new body ere he could suspect | O2 |
Cohered mankind and he were really fused | O2 |
The new self seemed impatient to be used | O2 |
By him but utterly another way | E2 |
Than that anticipated strange to say | E2 |
They were too much below him more in thrall | U2 |
Than he the adjunct than the principal | C3 |
What booted scattered units here a mind | O2 |
And there which might repay his own to find | O2 |
And stamp and use a few howe'er august | O2 |
If all the rest were grovelling in the dust | O2 |
No first a mighty equilibrium sure | R |
Should he establish privilege procure | R |
For all the few had long possessed He felt | O2 |
An error an exceeding error melt | O2 |
While he was occupied with Mantuan chants | P2 |
Behoved him think of men and take their wants | P2 |
Such as he now distinguished every side | O2 |
As his own want which might be satisfied | O2 |
And after that think of rare qualities | P2 |
Of his own soul demanding exercise | P2 |
It followed naturally through no claim | E3 |
On their part which made virtue of the aim | E3 |
At serving them on his that past retrieve | J |
He felt now in their toils theirs nor could leave | J |
Wonder how in the eagerness to rule | F3 |
Impress his will on mankind he the fool | F3 |
Had never even entertained the thought | O2 |
That this his last arrangement might be fraught | O2 |
with incidental good to them as well | D3 |
And that mankind's delight would help to swell | D3 |
His own So if he sighed as formerly | U |
Because the merry time of life must fleet | O2 |
'T was deeplier now for could the crowds repeat | O2 |
Their poor experiences His hand that shook | W2 |
Was twice to be deplored The Legate look | W2 |
With eyes like fresh blown thrush eggs on a thread | O2 |
Faint blue and loosely floating in his head | O2 |
Large tongue moist open mouth and this long while | X2 |
That owner of the idiotic smile | X2 |
Serves them | G3 |
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He fortunately saw in time | T2 |
His fault however and since the office prime | T2 |
Includes the secondary best accept | O2 |
Both offices Taurello its adept | O2 |
Could teach him the preparatory one | G2 |
And how to do what he had fancied done | G2 |
Long previously ere take the greater task | W2 |
How render first these people happy Ask | W2 |
The people's friends for there must be one good | O2 |
One way to it the Cause He understood | O2 |
The meaning now of Palma why the jar | R |
Else the ado the trouble wide and far | R |
Of Guelfs and Ghibellins the Lombard hope | V |
And Rome's despair 'twixt Emperor and Pope | V |
The confused shifting sort of Eden tale | H3 |
Hardihood still recurring still to fail | H3 |
That foreign interloping fiend this free | U |
And native overbrooding deity | U |
Yet a dire fascination o'er the palms | P2 |
The Kaiser ruined troubling even the calms | P2 |
Of paradise or on the other hand | O2 |
The Pontiff as the Kaisers understand | O2 |
One snake like cursed of God to love the ground | O2 |
Whose heavy length breaks in the noon profound | O2 |
Some saving tree which needs the Kaiser dressed | O2 |
As the dislodging angel of that pest | O2 |
Yet flames that pest bedropped flat head full fold | O2 |
With coruscating dower of dyes Behold | O2 |
The secret so to speak and master spring | W2 |
O' the contest which of the two Powers shall bring | W2 |
Men good perchance the most good ay it may | E2 |
Be that the question which best knows the way | E2 |
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And hereupon Count Mainard strutted past | O2 |
Out of San Pietro never seemed the last | O2 |
Of archers slingers and our friend began | G2 |
To recollect strange modes of serving man | G2 |
Arbalist catapult brake manganel | H3 |
And more This way of theirs may who can tell | H3 |
Need perfecting said he let all be solved | O2 |
At once Taurello 't is the task devolved | O2 |
On late confront Taurello | H3 |
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And at last | O2 |
He did confront him Scarce an hour had past | O2 |
When forth Sordello came older by years | P2 |
Than at his entry Unexampled fears | P2 |
Oppressed him and he staggered off blind mute | O2 |
And deaf like some fresh mutilated brute | O2 |
Into Ferrara not the empty town | G2 |
That morning witnessed he went up and down | G2 |
Streets whence the veil had been stript shred by shred | O2 |
So that in place of huddling with their dead | O2 |
Indoors to answer Salinguerra's ends | P2 |
Townsfolk make shift to crawl forth sit like friends | P2 |
With any one A woman gave him choice | P2 |
Of her two daughters the infantile voice | P2 |
Or the dimpled knee for half a chain his throat | O2 |
Was clasped with but an archer knew the coat | O2 |
Its blue cross and eight lilies bade beware | R |
One dogging him in concert with the pair | R |
Though thrumming on the sleeve that hid his knife | J |
Night set in early autumn dews were rife | J |
They kindled great fires while the Leaguers' mass | P2 |
Began at every carroch he must pass | P2 |
Between the kneeling people Presently | H3 |
The carroch of Verona caught his eye | O2 |
With purple trappings silently he bent | O2 |
Over its fire when voices violent | O2 |
Began Affirm not whom the youth was like | W2 |
That struck me from the porch I did not strike | W2 |
Again I too have chestnut hair my kin | G2 |
Hate Azzo and stand up for Ecelin | G2 |
Here minstrel drive bad thoughts away Sing Take | W2 |
My glove for guerdon And for that man's sake | W2 |
He turned A song of Eglamor's scarce named | O2 |
When Our Sordello's rather all exclaimed | O2 |
Is not Sordello famousest for rhyme | T2 |
He had been happy to deny this time | T2 |
Profess as heretofore the aching head | O2 |
And failing heart suspect that in his stead | O2 |
Some true Apollo had the charge of them | G3 |
Was champion to reward or to condemn | G3 |
So his intolerable risk might shift | O2 |
Or share itself but Naddo's precious gift | O2 |
Of gifts he owned be certain At the close | P2 |
I made that said he to a youth who rose | P2 |
As if to hear 't was Palma through the band | O2 |
Conducted him in silence by her hand | O2 |
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Back now for Salinguerra Tito of Trent | O2 |
Gave place to Palma and her friend who went | O2 |
In turn at Montelungo's visit one | G2 |
After the other were they come and gone | G2 |
These spokesmen for the Kaiser and the Pope | V |
This incarnation of the People's hope | V |
Sordello all the say of each was said | O2 |
And Salinguerra sat himself instead | O2 |
Of these to talk with lingered musing yet | O2 |
'T was a drear vast presence chamber roughly set | O2 |
In order for the morning's use full face | P2 |
The Kaiser's ominous sign mark had first place | P2 |
The crowned grim twy necked eagle coarsely blacked | O2 |
With ochre on the naked wall nor lacked | O2 |
Romano's green and yellow either side | O2 |
But the new token Tito brought had tried | O2 |
The Legate's patience nay if Palma knew | G2 |
What Salinguerra almost meant to do | G2 |
Until the sight of her restored his lip | V |
A certain half smile three months' chieftainship | V |
Had banished Afterward the Legate found | O2 |
No change in him nor asked what badge he wound | O2 |
And unwound carelessly Now sat the Chief | J |
Silent as when our couple left whose brief | J |
Encounter wrought so opportune effect | O2 |
In thoughts he summoned not nor would reject | O2 |
Though time 't was now if ever to pause fix | P2 |
On any sort of ending wiles and tricks | P2 |
Exhausted judge his charge the crazy town | G2 |
Just managed to be hindered crashing down | G2 |
His last sound troops ranged care observed to post | O2 |
His best of the maimed soldiers innermost | O2 |
So much was plain enough but somehow struck | W2 |
Him not before And now with this strange luck | W2 |
Of Tito's news rewarding his address | P2 |
So well what thought he of how the success | P2 |
With Friedrich's rescript there would either hush | I3 |
Old Ecelin's scruples bring the manly flush | I3 |
To his young son's white cheek or last exempt | O2 |
Himself from telling what there was to tempt | O2 |
No that this minstrel was Romano's last | O2 |
Servant himself the first Could he contrast | O2 |
The whole that minstrel's thirty years just spent | O2 |
In doing nought their notablest event | O2 |
This morning's journey hither as I told | O2 |
Who yet was lean outworn and really old | O2 |
A stammering awkward man that scarce dared raise | P2 |
His eye before the magisterial gaze | P2 |
And Salinguerra with his fears and hopes | P2 |
Of sixty years his Emperors and Popes | P2 |
Cares and contrivances yet you would say | E2 |
'T was a youth nonchalantly looked away | E2 |
Through the embrasure northward o'er the sick | W2 |
Expostulating trees so agile quick | W2 |
And graceful turned the head on the broad chest | O2 |
Encased in pliant steel his constant vest | O2 |
Whence split the sun off in a spray of fire | R |
Across the room and loosened of its tire | R |
Of steel that head let breathe the comely brown | G2 |
Large massive locks discoloured as if a crown | G2 |
Encircled them so frayed the basnet where | R |
A sharp white line divided clean the hair | R |
Glossy above glossy below it swept | O2 |
Curling and fine about a brow thus kept | O2 |
Calm laid coat upon coat marble and sound | O2 |
This was the mystic mark the Tuscan found | O2 |
Mused of turned over books about Square faced | O2 |
No lion more two vivid eyes enchased | O2 |
In hollows filled with many a shade and streak | W2 |
Settling from the bold nose and bearded cheek | W2 |
Nor might the half smile reach them that deformed | O2 |
A lip supremely perfect else unwarmed | O2 |
Unwidened less or more indifferent | O2 |
Whether on trees or men his thoughts were bent | O2 |
Thoughts rarely after all in trim and train | G2 |
As now a period was fulfilled again | G2 |
Of such a series made his life compressed | O2 |
In each one story serving for the rest | O2 |
How his life streams rolling arrived at last | O2 |
At the barrier whence were it once overpast | O2 |
They would emerge a river to the end | O2 |
Gathered themselves up paused bade fate befriend | O2 |
Took the leap hung a minute at the height | O2 |
Then fell back to oblivion infinite | O2 |
Therefore he smiled Beyond stretched garden grounds | P2 |
Where late the adversary breaking bounds | P2 |
Had gained him an occasion That above | J |
That eagle testified he could improve | J |
Effectually The Kaiser's symbol lay | E2 |
Beside his rescript a new badge by way | E2 |
Of baldric while another thing that marred | O2 |
Alike emprise achievement and reward | O2 |
Ecelin's missive was conspicuous too | O2 |
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What past life did those flying thoughts pursue | O2 |
As his few names in Mantua half so old | O2 |
But at Ferrara where his sires enrolled | O2 |
It latterly the Adelardi spared | O2 |
No pains to rival them both factions shared | O2 |
Ferrara so that counted out 't would yield | O2 |
A product very like the city's shield | O2 |
Half black and white or Ghibellin and Guelf | J |
As after Salinguerra styled himself | J |
And Este who till Marchesalla died | O2 |
Last of the Adelardi never tried | O2 |
His fortune there with Marchesalla's child | O2 |
Would pass could Blacks and Whites be reconciled | O2 |
And young Taurello wed Linguetta wealth | J3 |
And sway to a sole grasp Each treats by stealth | J3 |
Already when the Guelfs the Ravennese | O2 |
Arrive assault the Pietro quarter seize | O2 |
Linguetta and are gone Men's first dismay | E2 |
Abated somewhat hurries down to lay | E2 |
The after indignation Boniface | O2 |
This Richard's father Learn the full disgrace | O2 |
Averted ere you blame us Guelfs who rate | O2 |
Your Salinguerra your sole potentate | O2 |
That might have been 'mongst Este's valvassors | O2 |
Ay Azzo's who not privy to abhors | O2 |
Our step but we were zealous Azzo then | G2 |
To do with Straight a meeting of old men | G2 |
Old Salinguerra dead his heir a boy | K3 |
What if we change our ruler and decoy | K3 |
The Lombard Eagle of the azure sphere | R |
With Italy to build in fix him here | R |
Settle the city's troubles in a trice | O2 |
For private wrong let public good suffice | O2 |
In fine young Salinguerra's staunchest friends | O2 |
Talked of the townsmen making him amends | O2 |
Gave him a goshawk and affirmed there was | O2 |
Rare sport one morning over the green grass | O2 |
A mile or so He sauntered through the plain | G2 |
Was restless fell to thinking turned again | G2 |
In time for Azzo's entry with the bride | O2 |
Count Boniface rode smirking at their side | O2 |
She brings him half Ferrara whispers flew | O2 |
And all Ancona If the stripling knew | O2 |
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Anon the stripling was in Sicily | H3 |
Where Heinrich ruled in right of Constance he | H3 |
Was gracious nor his guest incapable | H3 |
Each understood the other So it fell | H3 |
One Spring when Azzo thoroughly at ease | O2 |
Had near forgotten by what precise degrees | O2 |
He crept at first to such a downy seat | O2 |
The Count trudged over in a special heat | O2 |
To bid him of God's love dislodge from each | F2 |
Of Salinguerra's palaces a breach | F2 |
Might yawn else not so readily to shut | O2 |
For who was just arrived at Mantua but | O2 |
The youngster sword on thigh and tuft on chin | G2 |
With tokens for Celano Ecelin | G2 |
Pistore and the like Next news no whit | O2 |
Do any of Ferrara's domes befit | O2 |
His wife of Heinrich's very blood a band | O2 |
Of foreigners assemble understand | O2 |
Garden constructing level and surround | O2 |
Build up and bury in A last news crowned | O2 |
The consternation since his infant's birth | B2 |
He only waits they end his wondrous girth | B2 |
Of trees that link San Pietro with Tom | L3 |
To visit Mantua When the Podest | O2 |
Ecelin at Vicenza called his friend | O2 |
Taurello thither what could be their end | O2 |
But to restore the Ghibellins' late Head | O2 |
The Kaiser helping He with most to dread | O2 |
From vengeance and reprisal Azzo there | R |
With Boniface beforehand as aware | R |
Of plots in progress gave alarm expelled | O2 |
Both plotters but the Guelfs in triumph yelled | O2 |
Too hastily The burning and the flight | O2 |
And how Taurello occupied that night | O2 |
With Ecelin lost wife and son I told | O2 |
Not how he bore the blow retained his hold | O2 |
Got friends safe through left enemies the worst | O2 |
O' the fray and hardly seemed to care at first | O2 |
But afterward men heard not constantly | H3 |
Of Salinguerra's House so sure to be | H3 |
Though Azzo simply gained by the event | O2 |
A shifting of his plagues the first content | O2 |
To fall behind the second and estrange | M3 |
So far his nature suffer such a change | M3 |
That in Romano sought he wife and child | O2 |
And for Romano's sake seemed reconciled | O2 |
To losing individual life which shrunk | W2 |
As the other prospered mortised in his trunk | W2 |
Like a dwarf palm which wanton Arabs foil | H3 |
Of bearing its own proper wine and oil | H3 |
By grafting into it the stranger vine | G2 |
Which sucks its heart out sly and serpentine | G2 |
Till forth one vine palm feathers to the root | O2 |
And red drops moisten the insipid fruit | O2 |
Once Adelaide set on the subtle mate | O2 |
Of the weak soldier urged to emulate | O2 |
The Church's valiant women deed for deed | O2 |
And paragon her namesake win the meed | O2 |
O' the great Matilda soon they overbore | R |
The rest of Lombardy not as before | R |
By an instinctive truculence but patched | O2 |
The Kaiser's strategy until it matched | O2 |
The Pontiff's sought old ends by novel means | O2 |
Only why is it Salinguerra screens | O2 |
Himself behind Romano him we bade | O2 |
Enjoy our shine i' the front not seek the shade | O2 |
Asked Heinrich somewhat of the tardiest | O2 |
To comprehend Nor Philip acquiesced | O2 |
At once in the arrangement reasoned plied | O2 |
His friend with offers of another bride | O2 |
A statelier function fruitlessly 't was plain | G2 |
Taurello through some weakness must remain | G2 |
Obscure And Otho free to judge of both | N3 |
Ecelin the unready harsh and loth | O3 |
And this more plausible and facile wight | O2 |
With every point a sparkle chose the right | O2 |
Admiring how his predecessors harped | O2 |
On the wrong man thus quoth he wits are warped | O2 |
By outsides Carelessly meanwhile his life | J |
Suffered its many turns of peace and strife | J |
In many lands you hardly could surprise | O2 |
The man who shamed Sordello recognize | O2 |
In this as much beside that unconcerned | O2 |
What qualities were natural or earned | O2 |
With no ideal of graces as they came | E3 |
He took them singularly well the same | E3 |
Speaking the Greek's own language just because | O2 |
Your Greek eludes you leave the least of flaws | O2 |
In contracts with him while since Arab lore | R |
Holds the stars' secret take one trouble more | R |
And master it 'T is done and now deter | R |
Who may the Tuscan once Jove trined for her | R |
From Friedrich's path Friedrich whose pilgrimage | P3 |
The same man puts aside whom he 'll engage | Q3 |
To leave next year John Brienne in the lurch | R3 |
Come to Bassano see Saint Francis' church | R3 |
And judge of Guido the Bolognian's piece | O2 |
Which lend Taurello credit rivals Greece | O2 |
Angels with aureoles like golden quoits | O2 |
Pitched home applauding Ecelin's exploits | O2 |
For elegance he strung the angelot | O2 |
Made rhymes thereto for prowess clove he not | O2 |
Tiso last siege from crest to crupper Why | O2 |
Detail you thus a varied mastery | R |
But to show how Taurello on the watch | S3 |
For men to read their hearts and thereby catch | Y |
Their capabilities and purposes | O2 |
Displayed himself so far as displayed these | O2 |
While our Sordello only cared to know | G2 |
About men as a means whereby he 'd show | G2 |
Himself and men had much or little worth | B2 |
According as they kept in or drew forth | T3 |
That self the other's choicest instruments | O2 |
Surmised him shallow | G2 |
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Meantime malcontents | O2 |
Dropped off town after town grew wiser How | U3 |
Change the world's face asked people as 't is now | U3 |
It has been will be ever very fine | G2 |
Subjecting things profane to things divine | G2 |
In talk This contumacy will fatigue | W2 |
The vigilance of Este and the League | W2 |
The Ghibellins gain on us as it happed | O2 |
Old Azzo and old Boniface entrapped | O2 |
By Ponte Alto both in one month's space | O2 |
Slept at Verona either left a brace | O2 |
Of sons but three years after either's pair | R |
Lost Guglielm and Aldobrand its heir | R |
Azzo remained and Richard all the stay | O2 |
Of Este and Saint Boniface at bay | O2 |
As 't were Then either Ecelin grew old | O2 |
Or his brain altered not o' the proper mould | O2 |
For new appliances his old palm stock | W2 |
Endured no influx of strange strengths He 'd rock | W2 |
As in a drunkenness or chuckle low | G2 |
As proud of the completeness of his woe | G2 |
Then weep real tears now make some mad onslaught | O2 |
On Este heedless of the lesson taught | O2 |
So painfully now cringe for peace sue peace | O2 |
At price of past gain bar of fresh increase | O2 |
To the fortunes of Romano Up at last | O2 |
Rose Este down Romano sank as fast | O2 |
And men remarked these freaks of peace and war | R |
Happened while Salinguerra was afar | R |
Whence every friend besought him all in vain | G2 |
To use his old adherent's wits again | G2 |
Not he who had advisers in his sons | O2 |
Could plot himself nor needed any one's | O2 |
Advice 'T was Adelaide's remaining staunch | V3 |
Prevented his destruction root and branch | W3 |
Forthwith but when she died doom fell for gay | O2 |
He made alliances gave lands away | O2 |
To whom it pleased accept them and withdrew | R |
For ever from the world Taurello who | R |
Was summoned to the convent then refused | O2 |
A word at the wicket patience thus abused | O2 |
Promptly threw off alike his imbecile | H3 |
Ally's yoke and his own frank foolish smile | H3 |
Soon a few movements of the happier sort | O2 |
Changed matters put himself in men's report | O2 |
As heretofore he had to fight beside | O2 |
And that became him ever So in pride | O2 |
And flushing of this kind of second youth | X3 |
He dealt a good will blow Este in truth | X3 |
Lay prone and men remembered somewhat late | O2 |
A laughing old outrageous stifled hate | O2 |
He bore to Este how it would outbreak | W2 |
At times spite of disguise like an earthquake | W2 |
In sunny weather as that noted day | O2 |
When with his hundred friends he tried to slay | O2 |
Azzo before the Kaiser's face and how | U3 |
On Azzo's calm refusal to allow | U3 |
A liegeman's challenge straight he too was calmed | O2 |
As if his hate could bear to lie embalmed | O2 |
Bricked up the moody Pharaoh and survive | J |
All intermediate crumblings to arrive | J |
At earth's catastrophe 't was Este's crash | Y3 |
Not Azzo's he demanded so no rash | Y3 |
Procedure Este's true antagonist | O2 |
Rose out of Ecelin all voices whist | O2 |
All eyes were sharpened wits predicted He | R |
'T was leaned in the embrasure absently | U3 |
Amused with his own efforts now to trace | O2 |
With his steel sheathed forefinger Friedrich's face | O2 |
I' the dust but as the trees waved sere his smile | U3 |
Deepened and words expressed its thought erewhile | U3 |
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Ay fairly housed at last my old compeer | R |
That we should stick together all the year | R |
I kept Vicenza How old Boniface | O2 |
Old Azzo caught us in its market place | O2 |
He by that pillar I at this caught each | F2 |
In mid swing more than fury of his speech | F2 |
Egging the rabble on to disavow | U3 |
Allegiance to their Marquis Bacchus how | U3 |
They boasted Ecelin must turn their drudge | P3 |
Nor if released will Salinguerra grudge | P3 |
Paying arrears of tribute due long since | O2 |
Bacchus My man could promise then nor wince | O2 |
The bones and muscles Sound of wind and limb | Y2 |
Spoke he the set excuse I framed for him | Y2 |
And now he sits me slavering and mute | O2 |
Intent on chafing each starved purple foot | O2 |
Benumbed past aching with the altar slab | Z3 |
Will no vein throb there when some monk shall blab | Z3 |
Spitefully to the circle of bald scalps | O2 |
'Friedrich 's affirmed to be our side the Alps' | O2 |
Eh brother Lactance brother Anaclet | O2 |
Sworn to abjure the world its fume and fret | O2 |
God's own now Drop the dormitory bar | R |
Enfold the scanty grey serge scapular | R |
Twice o'er the cowl to muffle memories out | O2 |
So But the midnight whisper turns a shout | O2 |
Eyes wink mouths open pulses circulate | O2 |
In the stone walls the past the world you hate | O2 |
Is with you ambush open field or see | O2 |
The surging flame we fire Vicenza glee | O2 |
Follow let Pilio and Bernardo chafe | J |
Bring up the Mantuans through San Biagio safe | J |
Ah the mad people waken Ah they writhe | A4 |
And reach us If they block the gate No tithe | B4 |
Can pass keep back you Bassanese The edge | V2 |
Use the edge shear thrust hew melt down the wedge | V2 |
Let out the black of those black upturned eyes | O2 |
Hell are they sprinkling fire too The blood fries | O2 |
And hisses on your brass gloves as they tear | R |
Those upturned faces choking with despair | R |
Brave Slidder through the reeking gate How now | U3 |
'You six had charge of her ' And then the vow | U3 |
Comes and the foam spirts hair's plucked till one shriek | W2 |
I hear it and you fling you cannot speak | W2 |
Your gold flowered basnet to a man who haled | O2 |
The Adelaide he dared scarce view unveiled | O2 |
This morn naked across the fire how crown | G2 |
The archer that exhausted lays you down | G2 |
Your infant smiling at the flame and dies | O2 |
While one while mine | G2 |
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Bacchus I think there lies | O2 |
More than one corpse there and he paced the room | C4 |
Another cinder somewhere 't was my doom | C4 |
Beside my doom If Adelaide is dead | O2 |
I live the same this Azzo lives instead | O2 |
Of that to me and we pull any how | U3 |
Este into a heap the matter 's now | U3 |
At the true juncture slipping us so oft | O2 |
Ay Heinrich died and Otho please you doffed | O2 |
His crown at such a juncture Still if hold | O2 |
Our Friedrich's purpose if this chain enfold | O2 |
The neck of who but this same Ecelin | U3 |
That must recoil when the best days begin | U3 |
Recoil that 's nought if the recoiler leaves | O2 |
His name for me to fight with no one grieves | O2 |
But he must interfere forsooth unlock | W2 |
His cloister to become my stumbling block | W2 |
Just as of old Ay ay there 't is again | U3 |
The land's inevitable Head explain | U3 |
The reverences that subject us Count | O2 |
These Ecelins now Not to say as fount | O2 |
Originating power of thought from twelve | J |
That drop i' the trenches they joined hands to delve | J |
Six shall surpass him but why men must twine | U3 |
Somehow with something Ecelin 's a fine | U3 |
Clear name 'Twere simpler doubtless twine with me | O2 |
At once our cloistered friend's capacity | O2 |
Was of a sort I had to share myself | J |
In fifty portions like an o'ertasked elf | J |
That 's forced illume in fifty points the vast | O2 |
Rare vapour he 's environed by At last | O2 |
My strengths though sorely frittered e'en converge | D4 |
And crown no Bacchus they have yet to urge | D4 |
The man be crowned | O2 |
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That aloe an he durst | O2 |
Would climb Just such a bloated sprawler first | O2 |
I noted in Messina's castle court | O2 |
The day I came when Heinrich asked in sport | O2 |
If I would pledge my faith to win him back | W2 |
His right in Lombardy 'for once bid pack | W2 |
Marauders ' he continued in my stead | O2 |
'You rule Taurello ' and upon this head | O2 |
Laid the silk glove of Constance I see her | R |
Too mantled head to foot in miniver | R |
Retrude following | W2 |
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I am absolved | O2 |
From further toil the empery devolved | O2 |
On me 't was Tito's word I have to lay | U3 |
For once my plan pursue my plan my way | U3 |
Prompt nobody and render an account | O2 |
Taurello to Taurello Nay I mount | O2 |
To Friedrich he conceives the post I kept | O2 |
Who did true service able or inept | O2 |
Who 's worthy guerdon Ecelin or I | O2 |
Me guerdoned counsel follows would he vie | O2 |
With the Pope really Azzo Boniface | O2 |
Compose a right arm Hohenstauffen's race | O2 |
Must break ere govern Lombardy I point | O2 |
How easy 't were to twist once out of joint | O2 |
The socket from the bone my Azzo's stare | R |
Meanwhile for I this idle strap to wear | R |
Shall fret myself abundantly what end | O2 |
To serve There 's left me twenty years to spend | O2 |
How better than my old way Had I one | U3 |
Who laboured overthrow my work a son | U3 |
Hatching with Azzo superb treachery | R |
To root my pines up and then poison me | R |
Suppose 't were worth while frustrate that Beside | O2 |
Another life's ordained me the world's tide | O2 |
Rolls and what hope of parting from the press | O2 |
Of waves a single wave though weariness | O2 |
Gently lifted aside laid upon shore | R |
My life must be lived out in foam and roar | R |
No question Fifty years the province held | O2 |
Taurello troubles raised and troubles quelled | O2 |
He in the midst who leaves this quaint stone place | O2 |
These trees a year or two then not a trace | O2 |
Of him How obtain hold fetter men's tongues | O2 |
Like this poor minstrel with the foolish songs | O2 |
To which despite our bustle he is linked | O2 |
Flowers one may teaze that never grow extinct | O2 |
Ay that patch surely green as ever where | R |
I set Her Moorish lentisk by the stair | R |
To overawe the aloes and we trod | O2 |
Those flowers how call you such into the sod | O2 |
A stately foreigner a world of pain | U3 |
To make it thrive arrest rough winds all vain | U3 |
It would decline these would not be destroyed | O2 |
And now where is it where can you avoid | O2 |
The flowers I frighten children twenty years | O2 |
Longer which way too Ecelin appears | O2 |
To thwart me for his son's besotted youth | X3 |
Gives promise of the proper tiger tooth | X3 |
They feel it at Vicenza Fate fate fate | O2 |
My fine Taurello Go you promulgate | O2 |
Friedrich's decree and here 's shall aggrandise | O2 |
Young Ecelin your Prefect's badge a prize | O2 |
Too precious certainly | R |
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How now Compete | O2 |
With my old comrade shuffle from their seat | O2 |
His children Paltry dealing Do n't I know | U3 |
Ecelin now I think and years ago | U3 |
What 's changed the weakness did not I compound | O2 |
For that and undertake to keep him sound | O2 |
Despite it Here 's Taurello hankering | W2 |
After a boy's preferment this plaything | W2 |
To carry Bacchus And he laughed | O2 |
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Remark | W2 |
Why schemes wherein cold blooded men embark | W2 |
Prosper when your enthusiastic sort | O2 |
Fail while these last are ever stopping short | O2 |
So much they should so little they can do | O2 |
The careless tribe see nothing to pursue | O2 |
If they desist meantime their scheme succeeds | O2 |
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Thoughts were caprices in the course of deeds | O2 |
Methodic with Taurello so he turned | O2 |
Enough amused by fancies fairly earned | O2 |
Of Este's horror struck submitted neck | W2 |
And Richard the cowed braggart at his beck | W2 |
To his own petty but immediate doubt | O2 |
If he could pacify the League without | O2 |
Conceding Richard just to this was brought | O2 |
That interval of vain discursive thought | O2 |
As shall I say some Ethiop past pursuit | O2 |
Of all enslavers dips a shackled foot | O2 |
Burnt to the blood into the drowsy black | W2 |
Enormous watercourse which guides him back | W2 |
To his own tribe again where he is king | W2 |
And laughs because he guesses numbering | W2 |
The yellower poison wattles on the pouch | E4 |
Of the first lizard wrested from its couch | E4 |
Under the slime whose skin the while he strips | O2 |
To cure his nostril with and festered lips | O2 |
And eyeballs bloodshot through the desert blast | O2 |
That he has reached its boundary at last | O2 |
May breathe thinks o'er enchantments of the South | F4 |
Sovereign to plague his enemies their mouth | F4 |
Eyes nails and hair but these enchantments tried | O2 |
In fancy puts them soberly aside | O2 |
For truth projects a cool return with friends | O2 |
The likelihood of winning mere amends | O2 |
Ere long thinks that takes comfort silently | R |
Then from the river's brink his wrongs and he | R |
Hugging revenge close to their hearts are soon | U3 |
Off striding for the Mountains of the Moon | U3 |
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Midnight the watcher nodded on his spear | R |
Since clouds dispersing left a passage clear | R |
For any meagre and discoloured moon | U3 |
To venture forth and such was peering soon | U3 |
Above the harassed city her close lanes | O2 |
Closer not half so tapering her fanes | O2 |
As though she shrunk into herself to keep | V |
What little life was saved more safely Heap | V |
By heap the watch fires mouldered and beside | O2 |
The blackest spoke Sordello and replied | O2 |
Palma with none to listen 'T is your cause | O2 |
What makes a Ghibellin There should be laws | O2 |
Remember how my youth escaped I trust | O2 |
To you for manhood Palma tell me just | O2 |
As any child there must be laws at work | W2 |
Explaining this Assure me good may lurk | W2 |
Under the bad my multitude has part | O2 |
In your designs their welfare is at heart | O2 |
With Salinguerra to their interest | O2 |
Refer the deeds he dwelt on so divest | O2 |
Our conference of much that scared me Why | O2 |
Affect that heartless tone to Tito I | O2 |
Esteemed myself yes in my inmost mind | O2 |
This morn a recreant to my race mankind | O2 |
O'erlooked till now why boast my spirit's force | O2 |
Such force denied its object why divorce | O2 |
These then admire my spirit's flight the same | E3 |
As though it bore up helped some half orbed flame | E3 |
Else quenched in the dead void to living space | O2 |
That orb cast off to chaos and disgrace | O2 |
Why vaunt so much my unencumbered dance | O2 |
Making a feat's facilities enhance | O2 |
Its marvel But I front Taurello one | U3 |
Of happier fate and all I should have done | U3 |
He does the people's good being paramount | O2 |
With him their progress may perhaps account | O2 |
For his abiding still whereas you heard | O2 |
The talk with Tito the excuse preferred | O2 |
For burning those five hostages and broached | O2 |
By way of blind as you and I approached | O2 |
I do believe | J |
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She spoke then he My thought | O2 |
Plainlier expressed All to your profit nought | O2 |
Meantime of these of conquests to achieve | J |
For them of wretchedness he might relieve | J |
While profiting your party Azzo too | O2 |
Supports a cause what cause Do Guelfs pursue | O2 |
Their ends by means like yours or better | R |
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When | U3 |
The Guelfs were proved alike men weighed with men | U3 |
And deed with deed blaze blood with blood and blaze | O2 |
Morn broke Once more Sordello meet its gaze | O2 |
Proudly the people's charge against thee fails | O2 |
In every point while either party quails | O2 |
These are the busy ones be silent thou | U3 |
Two parties take the world up and allow | U3 |
No third yet have one principle subsist | O2 |
By the same injustice whoso shall enlist | O2 |
With either ranks with man's inveterate foes | O2 |
So there is one less quarrel to compose | O2 |
The Guelf the Ghibellin may be to curse | O2 |
I have done nothing but both sides do worse | O2 |
Than nothing Nay to me forgotten reft | O2 |
Of insight lapped by trees and flowers was left | O2 |
The notion of a service ha What lured | O2 |
Me here what mighty aim was I assured | O2 |
Must move Taurello What if there remained | O2 |
A cause intact distinct from these ordained | O2 |
For me its true discoverer | R |
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Some one pressed | O2 |
Before them here a watcher to suggest | O2 |
The subject for a ballad They must know | U3 |
The tale of the dead worthy long ago | U3 |
Consul of Rome that 's long ago for us | O2 |
Minstrels and bowmen idly squabbling thus | O2 |
In the world's corner but too late no doubt | O2 |
For the brave time he sought to bring about | O2 |
Not know Crescentius Nomentanus Then | U3 |
He cast about for terms to tell him when | U3 |
Sordello disavowed it how they used | O2 |
Whenever their Superior introduced | O2 |
A novice to the Brotherhood for I | O2 |
Was just a brown sleeve brother merrily | R |
Appointed too quoth he till Innocent | O2 |
Bade me relinquish to my small content | O2 |
My wife or my brown sleeves some brother spoke | W2 |
Ere nocturns of Crescentius to revoke | W2 |
The edict issued after his demise | O2 |
Which blotted fame alike and effigies | O2 |
All out except a floating power a name | E3 |
Including tending to produce the same | E3 |
Great act Rome dead forgotten lived at least | O2 |
Within that brain though to a vulgar priest | O2 |
And a vile stranger two not worth a slave | J |
Of Rome's Pope John King Otho fortune gave | J |
The rule there so Crescentius haply dressed | O2 |
In white called Roman Consul for a jest | O2 |
Taking the people at their word forth stepped | O2 |
As upon Brutus' heel nor ever kept | O2 |
Rome waiting stood erect and from his brain | U3 |
Gave Rome out on its ancient place again | U3 |
Ay bade proceed with Brutus' Rome Kings styled | O2 |
Themselves mere citizens of and beguiled | O2 |
Into great thoughts thereby would choose the gem | G3 |
Out of a lapfull spoil their diadem | G3 |
The Senate's cypher was so hard to scratch | Y |
He flashes like a phanal all men catch | Y |
The flame Rome 's just accomplished when returned | O2 |
Otho with John the Consul's step had spurned | O2 |
And Hugo Lord of Este to redress | O2 |
The wrongs of each Crescentius in the stress | O2 |
Of adverse fortune bent They crucified | O2 |
Their Consul in the Forum and abide | O2 |
E'er since such slaves at Rome that I for I | O2 |
Was once a brown sleeve brother merrily | R |
Appointed I had option to keep wife | J |
Or keep brown sleeves and managed in the strife | J |
Lose both A song of Rome | G4 |
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And Rome indeed | O2 |
Robed at Goito in fantastic weed | O2 |
The Mother City of his Mantuan days | O2 |
Looked an established point of light whence rays | O2 |
Traversed the world for all the clustered homes | O2 |
Beside of men seemed bent on being Romes | O2 |
In their degree the question was how each | F2 |
Should most resemble Rome clean out of reach | F2 |
Nor of the Two did either principle | U3 |
Struggle to change but to possess Rome still | U3 |
Guelf Rome or Ghibellin Rome | G4 |
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Let Rome advance | O2 |
Rome as she struck Sordello's ignorance | O2 |
How could he doubt one moment Rome 's the Cause | O2 |
Rome of the Pandects all the world's new laws | O2 |
Of the Capitol of Castle Angelo | U3 |
New structures that inordinately glow | U3 |
Subdued brought back to harmony made ripe | V |
By many a relic of the archetype | V |
Extant for wonder every upstart church | R3 |
That hoped to leave old temples in the lurch | R3 |
Corrected by the Theatre forlorn | U3 |
That as a mundane shell its world late born | U3 |
Lay and o'ershadowed it These hints combined | O2 |
Rome typifies the scheme to put mankind | O2 |
Once more in full possession of their rights | O2 |
Let us have Rome again On me it lights | O2 |
To build up Rome on me the first and last | O2 |
For such a future was endured the past | O2 |
And thus in the grey twilight forth he sprung | W2 |
To give his thought consistency among | W2 |
The very People let their facts avail | U3 |
Finish the dream grown from the archer's tale | U3 |
Robert Browning
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