Cæsar Borgia, by the author of 'Whitefriars'.1846 |
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... He had a tower built over the road on purpose , and I myself once heard him order the portcullis to be driven down upon a gang of insolent traders of Genoa , who refused to pay what he ordered them , -three crowns 14 CESAR BORGIA .
... He had a tower built over the road on purpose , and I myself once heard him order the portcullis to be driven down upon a gang of insolent traders of Genoa , who refused to pay what he ordered them , -three crowns 14 CESAR BORGIA .
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... " said Messer Bembo slily . " I have often heard it said that the golden - haired goddess herself was not fairer that day she sprang from ocean , while the waters blushed rosy red with delight and shame CESAR BORGIA . 19.
... " said Messer Bembo slily . " I have often heard it said that the golden - haired goddess herself was not fairer that day she sprang from ocean , while the waters blushed rosy red with delight and shame CESAR BORGIA . 19.
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... heard it said , the young man was so deep a scholar , that he was fit for nothing but a Spanish bishopric or the president's chair at Bologna the learned ! " " The second ! " continued the Hospitaller vehe- mently , as if vexed at the ...
... heard it said , the young man was so deep a scholar , that he was fit for nothing but a Spanish bishopric or the president's chair at Bologna the learned ! " " The second ! " continued the Hospitaller vehe- mently , as if vexed at the ...
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... heard that he was a hater of the fair , " said Messer Bembo , hastily interposing . " But prithee how is this con- vent to be reached , for we have already been disap- pointed in a castle , where we had made up our minds to sup and ...
... heard that he was a hater of the fair , " said Messer Bembo , hastily interposing . " But prithee how is this con- vent to be reached , for we have already been disap- pointed in a castle , where we had made up our minds to sup and ...
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... have been told - some wandering maniac's dream ? No one among us has ever heard of any other means of access to the saint's cell but through the cataract D 3 CESAR BORGIA . 57 thusians, from their devotions. The monks all ad- ...
... have been told - some wandering maniac's dream ? No one among us has ever heard of any other means of access to the saint's cell but through the cataract D 3 CESAR BORGIA . 57 thusians, from their devotions. The monks all ad- ...
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Alexander Alfonso arms ballerina barons Beaufort beauty beheld Biccocco Borgia brother Bruno canon Capua Carthusians Colonna Colonna palace command dark Dominican Don Migueloto Donna Lucrezia dost doubt Duke of Romagna Egeria exclaimed eyes Fabrizio Fabrizio Colonna Faenza fear Ferrara Fiamma friar gaze Ghetto glance hand hastened hath hear heard heart heaven holy father honour Hospitaller Hospitaller's instant instantly Italy jester Knight of St lady lance laughing Le Beaufort light look lord Lucrezia Borgia Machiavelli Messer Bembo Messer Niccolò mingled Miriam monk murder Nepi noble Oliverotto da Fermo palace Paolo Orsino passion pause perchance pilgrims podestà pontiff prince Prince of Salerno replied Cæsar Rome Ronciglione ruins rushed San Leo Santangelo scarcely seemed shouted signor silence Sinigaglia Sir Reginald smile soul strange suddenly suspicions thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought tion tone turned utter visage Vitellozzo voice wild yonder
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243 psl. - Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
4 psl. - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
167 psl. - I smile, And cry, Content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
17 psl. - For herein may be seen noble chivalry, courtesy, humanity, friendliness, hardiness, love, friendship, cowardice, murder, hate, virtue, and sin. Do after the good and leave the evil, and it shall bring you to good fame and renown.
30 psl. - And he, as one, might midst the many stand Unheeded, searching through the crowd to find Fit speculation! such as in strange land He found in wonder-works of God and nature's hand.
194 psl. - By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid ? She who was named Eternal, and arrayed Her warriors but to conquer — she who veiled Earth with her haughty shadow, and displayed, Until the o'er-canopied horizon failed, Her rushing wings — Oh ! she who was Almighty hailed ! LXXXV.
208 psl. - Yet must I think less wildly :— I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, . A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
159 psl. - tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
251 psl. - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
348 psl. - tis in my custody. Oth. Ha! lago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on : that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves ! Oth.