Sordello: Book The Third Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Braid moonfern now with mystic trifoly | A |
Because once more Goito gets once more | B |
Sordello to itself A dream is o'er | C |
And the suspended life begins anew | D |
Quiet those throbbing temples then subdue | D |
That cheek's distortion Nature's strict embrace | E |
Putting aside the past shall soon efface | E |
Its print as well factitious humours grown | F |
Over the true loves hatreds not his own | F |
And turn him pure as some forgotten vest | G |
Woven of painted byssus silkiest | G |
Tufting the Tyrrhene whelk's pearl sheeted lip | H |
Left welter where a trireme let it slip | H |
I' the sea and vexed a satrap so the stain | I |
O' the world forsakes Sordello with its pain | I |
Its pleasure how the tinct loosening escapes | J |
Cloud after cloud Mantua's familiar shapes | J |
Die fair and foul die fading as they flit | G |
Men women and the pathos and the wit | G |
Wise speech and foolish deeds to smile or sigh | A |
For good bad seemly or ignoble die | A |
The last face glances through the eglantines | J |
The last voice murmurs 'twixt the blossomed vines | J |
Of Men of that machine supplied by thought | G |
To compass self perception with he sought | G |
By forcing half himself an insane pulse | J |
Of a god's blood on clay it could convulse | J |
Never transmute on human sights and sounds | J |
To watch the other half with irksome bounds | J |
It ebbs from to its source a fountain sealed | G |
Forever Better sure be unrevealed | G |
Than part revealed Sordello well or ill | A |
Is finished then what further use of Will | A |
Point in the prime idea not realized | G |
An oversight inordinately prized | G |
No less and pampered with enough of each | K |
Delight to prove the whole above its reach | K |
To need become all natures yet retain | I |
The law of my own nature to remain | I |
Myself yet yearn as if that chestnut think | L |
Should yearn for this first larch bloom crisp and pink | L |
Or those pale fragrant tears where zephyrs stanch | M |
March wounds along the fretted pine tree branch | M |
Will and the means to show will great and small | A |
Material spiritual abjure them all | A |
Save any so distinct they may be left | G |
To amuse not tempt become and thus bereft | G |
Just as I first was fashioned would I be | N |
Nor moon is it Apollo now but me | N |
Thou visitest to comfort and befriend | G |
Swim thou into my heart and there an end | G |
Since I possess thee nay thus shut mine eyes | J |
And know quite know by this heart's fall and rise | J |
When thou dost bury thee in clouds and when | O |
Out standest wherefore practise upon men | O |
To make that plainer to myself | P |
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Slide here | Q |
Over a sweet and solitary year | R |
Wasted or simply notice change in him | S |
How eyes once with exploring bright grew dim | S |
And satiate with receiving Some distress | J |
Was caused too by a sort of consciousness | J |
Under the imbecility nought kept | G |
That down he slept but was aware he slept | G |
So frustrated as who brainsick made pact | G |
Erst with the overhanging cataract | G |
To deafen him yet still distinguished plain | I |
His own blood's measured clicking at his brain | I |
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To finish One declining Autumn day | G |
Few birds about the heaven chill and grey | G |
No wind that cared trouble the tacit woods | J |
He sauntered home complacently their moods | J |
According his and nature's Every spark | T |
Of Mantua life was trodden out so dark | T |
The embers that the Troubadour who sung | U |
Hundreds of songs forgot its trick his tongue | U |
Its craft his brain how either brought to pass | J |
Singing at all that faculty might class | J |
With any of Apollo's now The year | R |
Began to find its early promise sere | R |
As well Thus beauty vanishes thus stone | F |
Outlingers flesh nature's and his youth gone | V |
They left the world to you and wished you joy | W |
When stopping his benevolent employ | W |
A presage shuddered through the welkin harsh | X |
The earth's remonstrance followed 'T was the marsh | X |
Gone of a sudden Mincio in its place | J |
Laughed a broad water in next morning's face | J |
And where the mists broke up immense and white | G |
I' the steady wind burned like a spilth of light | G |
Out of the crashing of a myriad stars | J |
And here was nature bound by the same bars | J |
Of fate with him | S |
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No youth once gone is gone | V |
Deeds let escape are never to be done | Y |
Leaf fall and grass spring for the year for us | J |
Oh forfeit I unalterably thus | J |
My chance nor two lives wait me this to spend | G |
Learning save that Nature has time may mend | G |
Mistake she knows occasion will recur | C |
Landslip or seabreach how affects it her | C |
With her magnificent resources I | A |
Must perish once and perish utterly | N |
Not any strollings now at even close | J |
Down the field path Sordello by thorn rows | J |
Alive with lamp flies swimming spots of fire | C |
And dew outlining the black cypress' spire | Z |
She waits you at Elys who heard you first | G |
Woo her the snow month through but ere she durst | G |
Answer 't was April Linden flower time long | A2 |
Her eyes were on the ground 't is July strong | A2 |
Now and because white dust clouds overwhelm | B2 |
The woodside here or by the village elm | B2 |
That holds the moon she meets you somewhat pale | A |
But letting you lift up her coarse flax veil | A |
And whisper the damp little hand in yours | J |
Of love heart's love your heart's love that endures | J |
Till death Tush No mad mixing with the rout | G |
Of haggard ribalds wandering about | G |
The hot torchlit wine scented island house | J |
Where Friedrich holds his wickedest carouse | J |
Parading to the gay Palermitans | J |
Soft Messinese dusk Saracenic clans | J |
Nuocera holds those tall grave dazzling Norse | J |
High cheeked lank haired toothed whiter than the morse | J |
Queens of the caves of jet stalactites | J |
He sent his barks to fetch through icy seas | J |
The blind night seas without a saving star | C2 |
And here in snowy birdskin robes they are | C2 |
Sordello here mollitious alcoves gilt | G |
Superb as Byzant domes that devils built | G |
Ah Byzant there again no chance to go | D2 |
Ever like august cheery Dandolo | A |
Worshipping hearts about him for a wall | A |
Conducted blind eyes hundred years and all | A |
Through vanquished Byzant where friends note for him | S |
What pillar marble massive sardius slim | S |
'T were fittest he transport to Venice' Square | E2 |
Flattered and promised life to touch them there | E2 |
Soon by those fervid sons of senators | J |
No more lifes deaths loves hatreds peaces wars | J |
Ah fragments of a whole ordained to be | N |
Points in the life I waited what are ye | N |
But roundels of a ladder which appeared | G |
Awhile the very platform it was reared | G |
To lift me on that happiness I find | G |
Proofs of my faith in even in the blind | G |
Instinct which bade forego you all unless | J |
Ye led me past yourselves Ay happiness | J |
Awaited me the way life should be used | G |
Was to acquire and deeds like you conduced | G |
To teach it by a self revealment deemed | G |
Life's very use so long Whatever seemed | G |
Progress to that was pleasure aught that stayed | G |
My reaching it no pleasure I have laid | G |
The ladder down I climb not still aloft | G |
The platform stretches Blisses strong and soft | G |
I dared not entertain elude me yet | G |
Never of what they promised could I get | G |
A glimpse till now The common sort the crowd | G |
Exist perceive with Being are endowed | G |
However slight distinct from what they See | N |
However bounded Happiness must be | N |
To feed the first by gleanings from the last | G |
Attain its qualities and slow or fast | G |
Become what they behold such peace in strife | F2 |
By transmutation is the Use of Life | F2 |
The Alien turning Native to the soul | A |
Or body which instructs me I am whole | A |
There and demand a Palma had the world | G |
Been from my soul to a like distance hurled | G |
'T were Happiness to make it one with me | N |
Whereas I must ere I begin to Be | N |
Include a world in flesh I comprehend | G |
In spirit now and this done what 's to blend | G |
With Nought is Alien in the world my Will | A |
Owns all already yet can turn it still | A |
Less Native since my Means to correspond | G |
With Will are so unworthy 't was my bond | G |
To tread the very joys that tantalize | J |
Most now into a grave never to rise | J |
I die then Will the rest agree to die | G |
Next Age or no Shall its Sordello try | G |
Clue after clue and catch at last the clue | A |
I miss that 's underneath my finger too | A |
Twice thrice a day perhaps some yearning traced | G |
Deeper some petty consequence embraced | G |
Closer Why fled I Mantua then complained | G |
So much my Will was fettered yet remained | G |
Content within a tether half the range | G2 |
I could assign it able to exchange | G2 |
My ignorance I felt for knowledge and | G |
Idle because I could thus understand | G |
Could e'en have penetrated to its core | B |
Our mortal mystery yet fool forbore | B |
Preferred elaborating in the dark | T |
My casual stuff by any wretched spark | T |
Born of my predecessors though one stroke | H2 |
Of mine had brought the flame forth Mantua's yoke | H2 |
My minstrel's trade was to behold mankind | G |
My own concern was just to bring my mind | G |
Behold just extricate for my acquist | G |
Each object suffered stifle in the mist | G |
Which hazard custom blindness interpose | J |
Betwixt things and myself | P |
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Whereat he rose | J |
The level wind carried above the firs | J |
Clouds the irrevocable travellers | J |
Onward | G |
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Pushed thus into a drowsy copse | J |
Arms twine about my neck each eyelid drops | J |
Under a humid finger while there fleets | J |
Outside the screen a pageant time repeats | J |
Never again To be deposed immured | G |
Clandestinely still petted still assured | G |
To govern were fatiguing work the Sight | G |
Fleeting meanwhile 'T is noontide wreak ere night | G |
Somehow my will upon it rather Slake | H2 |
This thirst somehow the poorest impress take | H2 |
That serves A blasted bud displays you torn | I2 |
Faint rudiments of the full flower unborn | I2 |
But who divines what glory coats o'erclasp | H |
Of the bulb dormant in the mummy's grasp | H |
Taurello sent | G |
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Taurello Palma sent | G |
Your Trouvere Naddo interposing leant | G |
Over the lost bard's shoulder and believe | J2 |
You cannot more reluctantly receive | J2 |
Than I pronounce her message we depart | G |
Together What avail a poet's heart | G |
Verona's pomps and gauds five blades of grass | J |
Suffice him News Why where your marish was | J |
On its mud banks smoke rises after smoke | H2 |
I' the valley like a spout of hell new broke | H2 |
Oh the world's tidings small your thanks I guess | J |
For them The father of our Patroness | J |
Has played Taurello an astounding trick | H2 |
Parts between Ecelin and Alberic | H2 |
His wealth and goes into a convent both | K2 |
Wed Guelfs the Count and Palma plighted troth | K2 |
A week since at Verona and they want | G |
You doubtless to contrive the marriage chant | G |
Ere Richard storms Ferrara Then was told | G |
The tale from the beginning how made bold | G |
By Salinguerra's absence Guelfs had burned | G |
And pillaged till he unawares returned | G |
To take revenge how Azzo and his friend | G |
Were doing their endeavour how the end | G |
O' the siege was nigh and how the Count released | G |
From further care would with his marriage feast | G |
Inaugurate a new and better rule | A |
Absorbing thus Romano | D2 |
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Shall I school | A |
My master added Naddo and suggest | G |
How you may clothe in a poetic vest | G |
These doings at Verona Your response | J |
To Palma Wherefore jest 'Depart at once | J |
A good resolve In truth I hardly hoped | G |
So prompt an acquiescence Have you groped | G |
Out wisdom in the wilds here thoughts may be | N |
Over poetical for poetry | N |
Pearl white you poets liken Palma's neck | H2 |
And yet what spoils an orient like some speck | H2 |
Of genuine white turning its own white grey | B |
You take me Curse the cicala | A |
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One more day | B |
One eve appears Verona Many a group | H |
You mind instructed of the osprey's swoop | H |
On lynx and ounce was gathering Christendom | L2 |
Sure to receive whate'er the end was from | L2 |
The evening's purpose cheer or detriment | G |
Since Friedrich only waited some event | G |
Like this of Ghibellins establishing | H2 |
Themselves within Ferrara ere as King | H2 |
Of Lombardy he 'd glad descend there wage | M2 |
Old warfare with the Pontiff disengage | M2 |
His barons from the burghers and restore | B |
The rule of Charlemagne broken of yore | B |
By Hildebrand | G |
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I' the palace each by each | K |
Sordello sat and Palma little speech | K |
At first in that dim closet face with face | J |
Despite the tumult in the market place | J |
Exchanging quick low laughters now would rush | N2 |
Word upon word to meet a sudden flush | N2 |
A look left off a shifting lips' surmise | J |
But for the most part their two histories | J |
Ran best thro' the locked fingers and linked arms | J |
And so the night flew on with its alarms | J |
Till in burst one of Palma's retinue | A |
Now Lady gasped he Then arose the two | A |
And leaned into Verona's air dead still | A |
A balcony lay black beneath until | A |
Out 'mid a gush of torchfire grey haired men | O |
Came on it and harangued the people then | O |
Sea like that people surging to and fro | D2 |
Shouted Hale forth the carroch trumpets ho | D2 |
A flourish Run it in the ancient grooves | J |
Back from the bell Hammer that whom behoves | J |
May hear the League is up Peal learn who list | G |
Verona means not first of towns break tryst | G |
To morrow with the League | H2 |
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Enough Now turn | O2 |
Over the eastern cypresses discern | O2 |
Is any beacon set a glimmer | B |
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Rang | H2 |
The air with shouts that overpowered the clang | H2 |
Of the incessant carroch even Haste | G |
The candle 's at the gateway ere it waste | G |
Each soldier stand beside it armed to march | P2 |
With Tiso Sampier through the eastern arch | P2 |
Ferrara's succoured Palma | A |
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Once again | O |
They sat together some strange thing in train | I |
To say so difficult was Palma's place | J |
In taking with a coy fastidious grace | J |
Like the bird's flutter ere it fix and feed | G |
But when she felt she held her friend indeed | G |
Safe she threw back her curls began implant | G |
Her lessons telling of another want | G |
Goito's quiet nourished than his own | F |
Palma to serve him to be served alone | F |
Importing Agnes' milk so neutralized | G |
The blood of Ecelin Nor be surprised | G |
If while Sordello fain had captive led | G |
Nature in dream was Palma subjected | G |
To some out soul which dawned not though she pined | G |
Delaying till its advent heart and mind | G |
Their life How dared I let expand the force | J |
Within me till some out soul whose resource | J |
It grew for should direct it Every law | A |
Of life its every fitness every flaw | A |
Must One determine whose corporeal shape | H |
Would be no other than the prime escape | H |
And revelation to me of a Will | A |
Orb like o'ershrouded and inscrutable | A |
Above save at the point which I should know | D2 |
Shone that myself my powers might overflow | D2 |
So far so much as now it signified | G |
Which earthly shape it henceforth chose my guide | G |
Whose mortal lip selected to declare | B |
Its oracles what fleshly garb would wear | B |
The first of intimations whom to love | Q2 |
The next how love him Seemed that orb above | Q2 |
The castle covert and the mountain close | J |
Slow in appearing if beneath it rose | J |
Cravings aversions did our green precinct | G |
Take pride in me at unawares distinct | G |
With this or that endowment how repressed | G |
At once such jetting power shrank to the rest | G |
Was I to have a chance touch spoil me leave | J2 |
My spirit thence unfitted to receive | J2 |
The consummating spell that spell so near | B |
Moreover 'Waits he not the waking year | B |
'His almond blossoms must be honey ripe | H |
'By this to welcome him fresh runnels stripe | H |
'The thawed ravines because of him the wind | G |
'Walks like a herald I shall surely find | G |
'Him now ' | - |
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And chief that earnest April morn | I2 |
Of Richard's Love court was it time so worn | I2 |
And white my cheek so idly my blood beat | G |
Sitting that morn beside the Lady's feet | G |
And saying as she prompted till outburst | G |
One face from all the faces Not then first | G |
I knew it where in maple chamber glooms | J |
Crowned with what sanguine heart pomegranate blooms | J |
Advanced it ever Men's acknowledgment | G |
Sanctioned my own 't was taken Palma's bent | G |
Sordello recognized accepted | G |
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Dumb | L2 |
Sat she still scheming Ecelin would come | L2 |
Gaunt scared 'Cesano baffles me ' he 'd say | J |
'Better I fought it out my father's way | J |
'Strangle Ferrara in its drowning flats | J |
'And you and your Taurello yonder what's | J |
'Romano's business there ' An hour's concern | O2 |
To cure the froward Chief induce return | O2 |
As heartened from those overmeaning eyes | J |
Wound up to persevere his enterprise | J |
Marked out anew its exigent of wit | G |
Apportioned she at liberty to sit | G |
And scheme against the next emergence I | G |
To covet her Taurello sprite made fly | G |
Or fold the wing to con your horoscope | H |
For leave command those steely shafts shoot ope | H |
Or straight assuage their blinding eagerness | J |
In blank smooth snow What semblance of success | J |
To any of my plans for making you | A |
Mine and Romano's Break the first wall through | A |
Tread o'er the ruins of the Chief supplant | G |
His sons beside still vainest were the vaunt | G |
There Salinguerra would obstruct me sheer | B |
And the insuperable Tuscan here | B |
Stay me But one wild eve that Lady died | G |
In her lone chamber only I beside | G |
Taurello far at Naples and my sire | B |
At Padua Ecelin away in ire | B |
With Alberic She held me thus a clutch | R2 |
To make our spirits as our bodies touch | R2 |
And so began flinging the past up heaps | J |
Of uncouth treasure from their sunless sleeps | J |
Within her soul deeds rose along with dreams | J |
Fragments of many miserable schemes | J |
Secrets more secrets then no not the last | G |
'Mongst others like a casual trick o' the past | G |
How ay she told me gathering up her face | J |
All left of it into one arch grimace | J |
To die with | S2 |
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Friend 't is gone but not the fear | B |
Of that fell laughing heard as now I hear | B |
Nor faltered voice nor seemed her heart grow weak | H2 |
When i' the midst abrupt she ceased to speak | H2 |
Dead as to serve a purpose mark for in | T2 |
Rushed o' the very instant Ecelin | T2 |
How summoned who divines looking as if | U2 |
He understood why Adelaide lay stiff | U2 |
Already in my arms for 'Girl how must | G |
'I manage Este in the matter thrust | G |
'Upon me how unravel your bad coil | A |
'Since' he declared ''t is on your brow a soil | A |
'Like hers there ' then in the same breath 'he lacked | G |
'No counsel after all had signed no pact | G |
'With devils nor was treason here or there | B |
'Goito or Vicenza his affair | B |
'He buried it in Adelaide's deep grave | V2 |
'Would begin life afresh now would not slave | V2 |
'For any Friedrich's nor Taurello's sake | H2 |
'What booted him to meddle or to make | H2 |
'In Lombardy ' And afterward I knew | T2 |
The meaning of his promise to undo | T2 |
All she had done why marriages were made | G |
New friendships entered on old followers paid | G |
With curses for their pains new friends' amaze | J |
At height when passing out by Gate St Blaise | J |
He stopped short in Vicenza bent his head | G |
Over a friar's neck 'had vowed ' he said | G |
'Long since nigh thirty years because his wife | F2 |
'And child were saved there to bestow his life | F2 |
'On God his gettings on the Church ' | - |
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Exiled | G |
Within Goito still one dream beguiled | G |
My days and nights 't was found the orb I sought | G |
To serve those glimpses came of Fomalhaut | G |
No other but how serve it authorize | J |
You and Romano mingle destinies | J |
And straight Romano's angel stood beside | G |
Me who had else been Boniface's bride | G |
For Salinguerra 't was with neck low bent | G |
And voice lightened to music as he meant | G |
To learn not teach me who withdrew the pall | A |
From the dead past and straight revived it all | A |
Making me see how first Romano waxed | G |
Wherefore he waned now why if I relaxed | G |
My grasp even I would drop a thing effete | G |
Frayed by itself unequal to complete | G |
Its course and counting every step astray | J |
A gain so much Romano every way | J |
Stable a Lombard House now why start back | H2 |
Into the very outset of its track | H2 |
This patching principle which late allied | G |
Our House with other Houses what beside | G |
Concerned the apparition the first Knight | G |
Who followed Conrad hither in such plight | G |
His utmost wealth was summed in his one steed | G |
For Ecelo that prowler was decreed | G |
A task in the beginning hazardous | J |
To him as ever task can be to us | J |
But did the weather beaten thief despair | B |
When first our crystal cincture of warm air | B |
That binds the Trevisan as its spice belt | G |
Crusaders say the tract where Jesus dwelt | G |
Furtive he pierced and Este was to face | J |
Despaired Saponian strength of Lombard grace | J |
Tried he at making surer aught made sure | B |
Maturing what already was mature | B |
No his heart prompted Ecelo 'Confront | G |
'Este inspect yourself What 's nature Wont | G |
'Discard three parts your nature and adopt | G |
'The rest as an advantage ' Old strength propped | G |
The man who first grew Podest among | H2 |
The Vicentines no less than while there sprung | H2 |
His palace up in Padua like a threat | G |
Their noblest spied a grace unnoticed yet | G |
In Conrad's crew Thus far the object gained | G |
Romano was established has remained | G |
'For are you not Italian truly peers | J |
'With Este Azzo better soothes our ears | J |
'Than Alberic or is this lion's crine | T2 |
'From over mounts' this yellow hair of mine | T2 |
'So weak a graft on Agnes Este's stock ' | - |
Thus went he on with something of a mock | H2 |
'Wherefore recoil then from the very fate | G |
'Conceded you refuse to imitate | G |
'Your model farther Este long since left | G |
'Being mere Este as a blade its heft | G |
'Este required the Pope to further him | S |
'And you the Kaiser whom your father's whim | S |
'Foregoes or better never shall forego | D2 |
'If Palma dare pursue what Ecelo | A |
'Commenced but Ecelin desists from just | G |
'As Adelaide of Susa could intrust | G |
'Her donative her Piedmont given the Pope | H |
'Her Alpine pass for him to shut or ope | H |
''Twixt France and Italy to the superb | W2 |
'Matilda's perfecting so lest aught curb | W2 |
'Our Adelaide's great counter project for | B |
'Giving her Trentine to the Emperor | B |
'With passage here from Germany shall you | T2 |
'Take it my slender plodding talent too ' | - |
Urged me Taurello with his half smile | A |
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He | N |
As Patron of the scattered family | N |
Conveyed me to his Mantua kept in bruit | G |
Azzo's alliances and Richard's suit | G |
Until the Kaiser excommunicate | G |
'Nothing remains ' Taurello said 'but wait | G |
'Some rash procedure Palma was the link | H2 |
'As Agnes' child between us and they shrink | H2 |
'From losing Palma judge if we advance | J |
'Your father's method your inheritance ' | - |
The day I was betrothed to Boniface | J |
At Padua by Taurello's self took place | J |
The outrage of the Ferrarese again | T2 |
The day I sought Verona with the train | T2 |
Agreed for by Taurello's policy | J |
Convicting Richard of the fault since we | J |
Were present to annul or to confirm | X2 |
Richard whose patience had outstayed its term | X2 |
Quitted Verona for the siege | Y2 |
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And now | T2 |
What glory may engird Sordello's brow | T2 |
Through this A month since at Oliero slunk | H2 |
All that was Ecelin into a monk | H2 |
But how could Salinguerra so forget | G |
His liege of thirty years as grudge even yet | G |
One effort to recover him He sent | G |
Forthwith the tidings of this last event | G |
To Ecelin declared that he despite | G |
The recent folly recognized his right | G |
To order Salinguerra 'Should he wring | H2 |
'Its uttermost advantage out or fling | H2 |
'This chance away Or were his sons now Head | G |
'O' the House ' Through me Taurello's missive sped | G |
My father's answer will by me return | T2 |
Behold 'For him ' he writes 'no more concern | T2 |
'With strife than for his children with fresh plots | J |
'Of Friedrich Old engagements out he blots | J |
'For aye Taurello shall no more subserve | F2 |
'Nor Ecelin impose ' Lest this unnerve | F2 |
Taurello at this juncture slack his grip | H |
Of Richard suffer the occasion slip | H |
I in his sons' default who mating with | S2 |
Este forsake Romano as the frith | Z2 |
Its mainsea for that firmland sea makes head | G |
Against I stand Romano in their stead | G |
Assume the station they desert and give | F2 |
Still as the Kaiser's representative | F2 |
Taurello licence he demands Midnight | G |
Morning by noon to morrow making light | G |
Of the League's issue we in some gay weed | G |
Like yours disguised together may precede | G |
The arbitrators to Ferrara reach | K |
Him let Taurello's noble accents teach | K |
The rest Then say if I have misconceived | G |
Your destiny too readily believed | G |
The Kaiser's cause your own | T2 |
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And Palma's fled | G |
Though no affirmative disturbs the head | G |
A dying lamp flame sinks and rises o'er | B |
Like the alighted planet Pollux wore | B |
Until morn breaking he resolves to be | J |
Gate vein of this heart's blood of Lombardy | G |
Soul of this body to wield this aggregate | G |
Of souls and bodies and so conquer fate | G |
Though he should live a centre of disgust | G |
Even apart core of the outward crust | G |
He vivifies assimilates For thus | J |
I bring Sordello to the rapturous | J |
Exclaim at the crowd's cry because one round | G |
Of life was quite accomplished and he found | G |
Not only that a soul whate'er its might | G |
Is insufficient to its own delight | G |
Both in corporeal organs and in skill | A |
By means of such to body forth its Will | A |
And after insufficient to apprise | J |
Men of that Will oblige them recognize | J |
The Hid by the Revealed but that the last | G |
Nor lightest of the struggles overpast | G |
Will he bade abdicate which would not void | G |
The throne might sit there suffer he enjoyed | G |
Mankind a varied and divine array | J |
Incapable of homage the first way | J |
Nor fit to render incidentally | J |
Tribute connived at taken by the by | G |
In joys If thus with warrant to rescind | G |
The ignominious exile of mankind | G |
Whose proper service ascertained intact | G |
As yet to be by him themselves made act | G |
Not watch Sordello acting each of them | A3 |
Was to secure if the true diadem | A3 |
Seemed imminent while our Sordello drank | H2 |
The wisdom of that golden Palma thank | H2 |
Verona's Lady in her citadel | A |
Founded by Gaulish Brennus legends tell | A |
And truly when she left him the sun reared | G |
A head like the first clamberer's who peered | G |
A top the Capitol his face on flame | B3 |
With triumph triumphing till Manlius came | B3 |
Nor slight too much my rhymes that spring dispread | G |
Dispart disperse lingering over head | G |
Like an escape of angels Rather say | J |
My transcendental platan mounting gay | J |
An archimage so courts a novice queen | T2 |
With tremulous silvered trunk whence branches sheen | T2 |
Laugh out thick foliaged next a shiver soon | T2 |
With coloured buds then glowing like the moon | T2 |
One mild flame last a pause a burst and all | A |
Her ivory limbs are smothered by a fall | A |
Bloom flinders and fruit sparkles and leaf dust | G |
Ending the weird work prosecuted just | G |
For her amusement he decrepit stark | H2 |
Dozes her uncontrolled delight may mark | H2 |
Apart | G |
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Yet not so surely never so | J |
Only as good my soul were suffered go | J |
O'er the lagune forth fare thee put aside | G |
Entrance thy synod as a god may glide | G |
Out of the world he fills and leave it mute | G |
For myriad ages as we men compute | G |
Returning into it without a break | H2 |
O' the consciousness They sleep and I awake | H2 |
O'er the lagune being at Venice | J |
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Note | G |
In just such songs as Eglamor say wrote | G |
With heart and soul and strength for he believed | G |
Himself achieving all to be achieved | G |
By singer in such songs you find alone | T2 |
Completeness judge the song and singer one | T2 |
And either purpose answered his in it | G |
Or its in him while from true works to wit | G |
Sordello's dream performances that will | A |
Never be more than dreamed escapes there still | A |
Some proof the singer's proper life was 'neath | Z2 |
The life his song exhibits this a sheath | Z2 |
To that a passion and a knowledge far | B |
Transcending these majestic as they are | B |
Smouldered his lay was but an episode | G |
In the bard's life which evidence you owed | G |
To some slight weariness some looking off | F2 |
Or start away The childish skit or scoff | F2 |
In Charlemagne his poem dreamed divine | T2 |
In every point except one silly line | T2 |
About the restiff daughters what may lurk | H2 |
In that My life commenced before this work | H2 |
So I interpret the significance | J |
Of the bard's start aside and look askance | J |
My life continues after on I fare | B |
With no more stopping possibly no care | B |
To note the undercurrent the why and how | T2 |
Where when o' the deeper life as thus just now | T2 |
But silent shall I cease to live Alas | J |
For you who sigh 'When shall it come to pass | J |
'We read that story How will he compress | J |
'The future gains his life's true business | J |
'Into the better lay which that one flout | G |
'Howe'er inopportune it be lets out | G |
'Engrosses him already though professed | G |
'To meditate with us eternal rest | G |
'And partnership in all his life has found ' | - |
'T is but a sailor's promise weather bound | G |
Strike sail slip cable here the bark be moored | G |
For once the awning stretched the poles assured | G |
Noontide above except the wave's crisp dash | C3 |
Or buzz of colibri or tortoise' splash | C3 |
The margin 's silent out with every spoil | A |
Made in our tracking coil by mighty coil | A |
This serpent of a river to his head | G |
I' the midst Admire each treasure as we spread | G |
The bank to help us tell our history | J |
Aright give ear endeavour to descry | J |
The groves of giant rushes how they grew | J |
Like demons' endlong tresses we sailed through | J |
What mountains yawned forests to give us vent | G |
Opened each doleful side yet on we went | G |
Till may that beetle shake your cap attest | G |
The springing of a land wind from the West | G |
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Wherefore Ah yes you frolic it to day | J |
To morrow and the pageant moved away | J |
Down to the poorest tent pole we and you | J |
Part company no other may pursue | J |
Eastward your voyage be informed what fate | G |
Intends if triumph or decline await | G |
The tempter of the everlasting steppe | H |
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I muse this on a ruined palace step | H |
At Venice why should I break off nor sit | G |
Longer upon my step exhaust the fit | G |
England gave birth to Who 's adorable | A |
Enough reclaim a no Sordello's Will | A |
Alack be queen to me That Bassanese | J |
Busied among her smoking fruit boats These | J |
Perhaps from our delicious Asolo | A |
Who twinkle pigeons o'er the portico | J |
Not prettier bind June lilies into sheaves | J |
To deck the bridge side chapel dropping leaves | J |
Soiled by their own loose gold meal Ah beneath | Z2 |
The cool arch stoops she brownest cheek Her wreath | Z2 |
Endures a month a half month if I make | H2 |
A queen of her continue for her sake | H2 |
Sordello's story Nay that Paduan girl | A |
Splashes with barer legs where a live whirl | A |
In the dead black Giudecca proves sea weed | G |
Drifting has sucked down three four all indeed | G |
Save one pale red striped pale blue turbaned post | G |
For gondolas | J |
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You sad dishevelled ghost | G |
That pluck at me and point are you advised | G |
I breathe Let stay those girls e'en her disguised | G |
Jewels i' the locks that love no crownet like | H2 |
Their native field buds and the green wheat spike | H2 |
So fair who left this end of June's turmoil | A |
Shook off as might a lily its gold soil | A |
Pomp save a foolish gem or two and free | J |
In dream came join the peasants o'er the sea | J |
Look they too happy too tricked out Confess | J |
There is such niggard stock of happiness | J |
To share that do one's uttermost dear wretch | C3 |
One labours ineffectually to stretch | C3 |
It o'er you so that mother and children both | Z2 |
May equitably flaunt the sumpter cloth | Z2 |
Divide the robe yet farther be content | G |
With seeing just a score pre eminent | G |
Through shreds of it acknowledged happy wights | J |
Engrossing what should furnish all by rights | J |
For these in evidence you clearlier claim | B3 |
A like garb for the rest grace all the same | B3 |
As these my peasants I ask youth and strength | Z2 |
And health for each of you not more at length | Z2 |
Grown wise who asked at home that the whole race | J |
Might add the spirit's to the body's grace | J |
And all be dizened out as chiefs and bards | J |
But in this magic weather one discards | J |
Much old requirement Venice seems a type | H |
Of Life 'twixt blue and blue extends a stripe | H |
As Life the somewhat hangs 'twixt nought and nought | G |
'T is Venice and 't is Life as good you sought | G |
To spare me the Piazza's slippery stone | T2 |
Or keep me to the unchoked canals alone | T2 |
As hinder Life the evil with the good | G |
Which make up Living rightly understood | G |
Only do finish something Peasants queens | J |
Take them made happy by whatever means | J |
Parade them for the common credit vouch | C3 |
That a luckless residue we send to crouch | C3 |
In corners out of sight was just as framed | G |
For happiness its portion might have claimed | G |
As well and so obtaining joy had stalked | G |
Fastuous as any such my project baulked | G |
Already I hardly venture to adjust | G |
The first rags when you find me To mistrust | G |
Me nor unreasonably You no doubt | G |
Have the true knack of tiring suitors out | G |
With those thin lips on tremble lashless eyes | J |
Inveterately tear shot there be wise | J |
Mistress of mine there there as if I meant | G |
You insult shall your friend not slave be shent | G |
For speaking home Beside care bit erased | G |
Broken up beauties ever took my taste | G |
Supremely and I love you more far more | J |
Than her I looked should foot Life's temple floor | J |
Years ago leagues at distance when and where | J |
A whisper came Let others seek thy care | J |
Is found thy life's provision if thy race | J |
Should be thy mistress and into one face | J |
The many faces crowd Ah had I judge | D3 |
Or no your secret Rough apparel grudge | D3 |
All ornaments save tag or tassel worn | T2 |
To hint we are not thoroughly forlorn | T2 |
Slouch bonnet unloop mantle careless go | J |
Alone that's saddest but it must be so | J |
Through Venice sing now and now glance aside | G |
Aught desultory or undignified | G |
Then ravishingest lady will you pass | J |
Or not each formidable group the mass | J |
Before the Basilic that feast gone by | G |
God's great day of the Corpus Domini | J |
And wistfully foregoing proper men | T2 |
Come timid up to me for alms And then | T2 |
The luxury to hesitate feign do | G |
Some unexampled grace when whom but you | G |
Dare I bestow your own upon And hear | J |
Further before you say it is to sneer | J |
I call you ravishing for I regret | G |
Little that she whose early foot was set | G |
Forth as she 'd plant it on a pedestal | A |
Now i' the silent city seems to fall | A |
Toward me no wreath only a lip's unrest | G |
To quiet surcharged eyelids to be pressed | G |
Dry of their tears upon my bosom Strange | G2 |
Such sad chance should produce in thee such change | G2 |
My love Warped souls and bodies yet God spoke | H2 |
Of right hand foot and eye selects our yoke | H2 |
Sordello as your poetship may find | G |
So sleep upon my shoulder child nor mind | G |
Their foolish talk we 'll manage reinstate | G |
Your old worth ask moreover when they prate | G |
Of evil men past hope Don't each contrive | F2 |
Despite the evil you abuse to live | F2 |
Keeping each losel through a maze of lies | J |
His own conceit of truth to which he hies | J |
By obscure windings tortuous if you will | A |
But to himself not inaccessible | A |
He sees truth and his lies are for the crowd | G |
Who cannot see some fancied right allowed | G |
His vilest wrong empowered the losel clutch | C3 |
One pleasure from a multitude of such | C3 |
Denied him Then assert All men appear | J |
To think all better than themselves by here | J |
Trusting a crowd they wrong but really say | J |
All men think all men stupider than they | J |
Since save themselves no other comprehends | J |
The complicated scheme to make amends | J |
Evil the scheme by which thro' Ignorance | J |
Good labours to exist A slight advance | J |
Merely to find the sickness you die through | G |
And nought beside but if one can't eschew | G |
One's portion in the common lot at least | G |
One can avoid an ignorance increased | G |
Tenfold by dealing out hint after hint | G |
How nought were like dispensing without stint | G |
The water of life so easy to dispense | J |
Beside when one has probed the centre whence | J |
Commotion 's born could tell you of it all | A |
Meantime just meditate my madrigal | A |
O' the mugwort that conceals a dewdrop safe | F2 |
What dullard we and you in smothery chafe | F2 |
Babes baldheads stumbled thus far into Zin | T2 |
The Horrid getting neither out nor in | T2 |
A hungry sun above us sands that bung | H2 |
Our throats each dromedary lolls a tongue | H2 |
Each camel churns a sick and frothy chap | H |
And you 'twixt tales of Potiphar's mishap | H |
And sonnets on the earliest ass that spoke | H2 |
Remark you wonder any one needs choke | H2 |
With founts about Potsherd him Gibeonites | J |
While awkwardly enough your Moses smites | J |
The rock though he forego his Promised Land | G |
Thereby have Satan claim his carcass and | G |
Figure as Metaphysic Poet ah | E3 |
Mark ye the dim first oozings Meribah | G |
Then quaffing at the fount my courage gained | G |
Recall not that I prompt ye who explained | G |
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Presumptuous interrupts one You not I | G |
'T is brother marvel at and magnify | G |
Such office office quotha can we get | G |
To the beginning of the office yet | G |
What do we here simply experiment | G |
Each on the other's power and its intent | G |
When elsewhere tasked if this of mine were trucked | G |
For yours to either's good we watch construct | G |
In short an engine with a finished one | T2 |
What it can do is all nought how 't is done | T2 |
But this of ours yet in probation dusk | H2 |
A kernel of strange wheelwork through its husk | H2 |
Grows into shape by quarters and by halves | J |
Remark this tooth's spring wonder what that valve's | J |
Fall bodes presume each faculty's device | J |
Make out each other more or less precise | J |
The scope of the whole engine 's to be proved | G |
We die which means to say the whole 's removed | G |
Dismounted wheel by wheel this complex gin | T2 |
To be set up anew elsewhere begin | T2 |
A task indeed but with a clearer clime | B3 |
Than the murk lodgment of our building time | B3 |
And then I grant you it behoves forget | G |
How 't is done all that must amuse us yet | G |
So long and while you turn upon your heel | A |
Pray that I be not busy slitting steel | A |
Or shredding brass camped on some virgin shore | J |
Under a cluster of fresh stars before | J |
I name a tithe o' the wheels I trust to do | G |
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So occupied then are we hitherto | G |
At present and a weary while to come | B3 |
The office of ourselves nor blind nor dumb | B3 |
And seeing somewhat of man's state has been | T2 |
For the worst of us to say they so have seen | T2 |
For the better what it was they saw the best | G |
Impart the gift of seeing to the rest | G |
So that I glance says such an one around | G |
And there 's no face but I can read profound | G |
Disclosures in this stands for hope that fear | J |
And for a speech a deed in proof look here | J |
'Stoop else the strings of blossom where the nuts | J |
'O'erarch will blind thee Said I not She shuts | J |
'Both eyes this time so close the hazels meet | G |
'Thus prisoned in the Piombi I repeat | G |
'Events one rove occasioned o'er and o'er | J |
'Putting 'twixt me and madness evermore | J |
'Thy sweet shape Zanze Therefore stoop ' | - |
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'That's truth ' | - |
Adjudge you 'the incarcerated youth | Z2 |
'Would say that ' | - |
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Youth Plara the bard Set down | T2 |
That Plara spent his youth in a grim town | T2 |
Whose cramped ill featured streets huddled about | G |
The minster for protection never out | G |
Of its black belfry's shade and its bells' roar | J |
The brighter shone the suburb all the more | J |
Ugly and absolute that shade's reproof | G |
Of any chance escape of joy some roof | G |
Taller than they allowed the rest detect | G |
Before the sole permitted laugh suspect | G |
Who could 't was meant for laughter that ploughed cheek's | J |
Repulsive gleam when the sun stopped both peaks | J |
Of the cleft belfry like a fiery wedge | F3 |
Then sank a huge flame on its socket edge | F3 |
With leavings on the grey glass oriel pane | T2 |
Ghastly some minutes more No fear of rain | T2 |
The minster minded that in heaps the dust | G |
Lay everywhere This town the minster's trust | G |
Held Plara who its denizen bade hail | A |
In twice twelve sonnets Tempe's dewy vale | A |
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'Exact the town the minster and the street ' | - |
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As all mirth triumphs sadness means defeat | G |
Lust triumphs and is gay Love 's triumphed o'er | J |
And sad but Lucio 's sad I said before | J |
Love's sad not Lucio one who loves may be | G |
As gay his love has leave to hope as he | G |
Downcast that lusts' desire escapes the springe | F3 |
'T is of the mood itself I speak what tinge | F3 |
Determines it else colourless or mirth | Z2 |
Or melancholy as from heaven or earth | Z2 |
'Ay that 's the variation's gist ' | - |
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Indeed | G |
Thus far advanced in safety then proceed | G |
And having seen too what I saw be bold | G |
And next encounter what I do behold | G |
That's sure but bid you take on trust | G |
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Attack | H2 |
The use and purpose of such sights Alack | H2 |
Not so unwisely does the crowd dispense | J |
On Salinguerras praise in preference | J |
To the Sordellos men of action these | J |
Who seeing just as little as you please | J |
Yet turn that little to account engage | F3 |
With do not gaze at carry on a stage | F3 |
The work o' the world not merely make report | G |
The work existed ere their day In short | G |
When at some future no time a brave band | G |
Sees using what it sees then shake my hand | G |
In heaven my brother Meanwhile where's the hurt | G |
Of keeping the Makers see on the alert | G |
At whose defection mortals stare aghast | G |
As though heaven's bounteous windows were slammed fast | G |
Incontinent Whereas all you beneath | Z2 |
Should scowl at bruise their lips and break their teeth | Z2 |
Who ply the pullies for neglecting you | G |
And therefore have I moulded made anew | G |
A Man and give him to be turned and tried | G |
Be angry with or pleased at On your side | G |
Have ye times places actors of your own | T2 |
Try them upon Sordello when full grown | T2 |
And then ah then If Hercules first parched | G |
His foot in Egypt only to be marched | G |
A sacrifice for Jove with pomp to suit | G |
What chance have I The demigod was mute | G |
Till at the altar where time out of mind | G |
Such guests became oblations chaplets twined | G |
His forehead long enough and he began | T2 |
Slaying the slayers nor escaped a man | T2 |
Take not affront my gentle audience whom | B3 |
No Hercules shall make his hecatomb | B3 |
Believe nor from his brows your chaplet rend | G |
That's your kind suffrage yours my patron friend | G |
Whose great verse blares unintermittent on | T2 |
Like your own trumpeter at Marathon | T2 |
You who Plat a and Salamis being scant | G |
Put up with tna for a stimulant | G |
And did well I acknowledged as he loomed | G |
Over the midland sea last month presumed | G |
Long lay demolished in the blazing West | G |
At eve while towards him tilting cloudlets pressed | G |
Like Persian ships at Salamis Friend wear | J |
A crest proud as desert while I declare | J |
Had I a flawless ruby fit to wring | H2 |
Tears of its colour from that painted king | H2 |
Who lost it I would for that smile which went | G |
To my heart fling it in the sea content | G |
Wearing your verse in place an amulet | G |
Sovereign against all passion wear and fret | G |
My English Eyebright if you are not glad | G |
That as I stopped my task awhile the sad | G |
Dishevelled form wherein I put mankind | G |
To come at times and keep my pact in mind | G |
Renewed me hear no crickets in the hedge | F3 |
Nor let a glowworm spot the river's edge | F3 |
At home and may the summer showers gush | C3 |
Without a warning from the missel thrush | C3 |
So to our business now the fate of such | C3 |
As find our common nature overmuch | C3 |
Despised because restricted and unfit | G |
To bear the burthen they impose on it | G |
Cling when they would discard it craving strength | Z2 |
To leap from the allotted world at length | Z2 |
They do leap flounder on without a term | B3 |
Each a god's germ doomed to remain a germ | B3 |
In unexpanded infancy unless | J |
But that 's the story dull enough confess | J |
There might be fitter subjects to allure | J |
Still neither misconceive my portraiture | J |
Nor undervalue its adornments quaint | G |
What seems a fiend perchance may prove a saint | G |
Ponder a story ancient pens transmit | G |
Then say if you condemn me or acquit | G |
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John the Beloved banished Antioch | C3 |
For Patmos bade collectively his flock | C3 |
Farewell but set apart the closing eve | G |
To comfort those his exile most would grieve | G |
He knew a touching spectacle that house | J |
In motion to receive him Xanthus' spouse | J |
You missed made panther's meat a month since but | G |
Xanthus himself his nephew 't was they shut | G |
'Twixt boards and sawed asunder Polycarp | H |
Soft Charicle next year no wheel could warp | H |
To swear by C sar's fortune with the rest | G |
Were ranged thro' whom the grey disciple pressed | G |
Busily blessing right and left just stopped | G |
To pat one infant's curls the hangman cropped | G |
Soon after reached the portal On its hinge | F3 |
The door turns and he enters what quick twinge | F3 |
Ruins the smiling mouth those wide eyes fix | J |
Whereon why like some spectral candlestick's | J |
Branch the disciple's arms Dead swooned he woke | H2 |
Anon heaved sigh made shift to gasp heart broke | H2 |
Get thee behind me Satan Have I toiled | G |
To no more purpose Is the gospel foiled | G |
Here too and o'er my son's my Xanthus' hearth | Z2 |
Portrayed with sooty garb and features swarth | Z2 |
Ah Xanthus am I to thy roof beguiled | G |
To see the the the Devil domiciled | G |
Whereto sobbed Xanthus Father 't is yourself | G |
Installed a limning which our utmost pelf | G |
Went to procure against to morrow's loss | J |
And that's no twy prong but a pastoral cross | J |
You 're painted with | Z2 |
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His puckered brows unfold | G |
And you shall hear Sordello's story told | G |
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