'And one of our apostles, Saul once named, Till, one day, by the Spirit being inflamed, Long persecuted sore the faith of Christ, "Why dost thou persecute me thus?" Christ; 'But they in Christ have firmest hope, and all Such is the observance of the eternal choir.' ing O'er the whole earth is echoing and rebounding. LIX. 'So, my Morgante, you may do likewise: Than ninety-nine of the celestial list. LX. And thus great honour to Morgante paid The abbot many days they did repose. Much armour was, and hung up certain bows LXI. There being a want of water in the place, LXII. Arrived there, a prodigious noise he hears, LXIII. Morgante at a venture shot an arrow, Against the giant rush'd in fierce career, LXIV. Perceiving that the pig was on him close, Smashing the very bone; and he fell dead But the horse, sinking with the pain, feil dead, Morgante said, 'Get up, thou sulky cur!' LXIX. But finally he thought fit to dismount, LXX. 'When there shall be occasion, you will see How I approve my courage in the fight.' Full from the spring, which neither swerved nor Orlando said, 'I really think you'll be, shook. If it should prove God's will, a goodly knight; Nor will you napping there discover me. But never mind your horse, though out of sight 'Twere best to carry him into some wood, If but the means or way I understood.' LXXI. The giant said, 'Then carry him I will, May weigh, Morgante, do not undertake The monks, who saw the water fresh and good, LXVII. As though they wish'd to burst at once, they ate; horse Morgante to a meadow led, I dette in su la testa un gran punzone.' It is strange Pici should have literally anticipated the technical terms bi friend and master, Jackson, and the art which he has d to its highest pitch. A punch on the head,' or, 'a in the head,un punzone in su la testa,-is the exact cent phrase of our best pugilists, who little dream that are talking the purest Tuscan LXXII. care he don't revenge himself, though As Nessus did of old beyond all cure. [dead, I don't know if the fact you've heard or read; But he will make you burst, you may be sure.' 'But help him on my back,' Morgante said, 'And you shall see what weight I can endure. In place, my gentle Roland, of this palfrey, With all the bells, I'd carry yonder belfry.' LXXIII. The abbot said, 'The steeple may do well, But, for the bells, you've broken them, I wot.' The penalty who lie dead in yon grot;' LXXIV. Morgante was like any mountain framed ; Because he was one of his family; Once more he bade him lay his burden by: 'Put down, nor bear him further the desert in. Morgante said. 'I'll carry him for certain.' LXXV. He did; and stow'd him in some nook away, And to the abbey they return'd with speed. Orlando said, 'Why longer do we stay? Morgante, here is nought to do indeed.' The abbot by the hand he took one day, And said, with great respect, he had agreed To leave his reverence; but for this decision He wish'd to have his pardon and permission. LXXVI. The honours they continued to receive Perhaps exceeded what his merits claim'd: He said, 'I mean, and quickly, to retrieve The lost days of time past, which may be blamed; Some days ago I should have ask'd your leave, Kind father, but I really was ashamed, And know not how to show my sentiment, So much I see you with our stay content. LXXVII. 'But in my heart I bear through every clime For me, from heaven reward you with all good The God so true, the eternal Lord sublime! Whose kingdom at the last hath open stood. Meantime we stand expectant of your blessing, And recommend us to your prayers with pressing.' LXXVIII. Now when the abbot Count Orlando heard, LXXIX. 'We can indeed but honour you with masses, And sermons, thanksgivings, and pater-nosters, Hot suppers, dinners (fitting other places In verity much rather than the cloisters); But such a love for you my heart embraces, For thousand virtues which your bosom fosters, That wheresoe'er you go I too shall be, And, on the other part, you rest with me. LXXX. 'This may involve a seeming contradiction; LXXXI. 'You saved at once our life and soul: such fear The giants caused us, that the way was lost By which we could pursue a fit career In search of Jesus and the saintly host; And your departure breeds such sorrow here, That comfortless we all are to our cost; But months and years you would not stay in sloth, Nor are you form'd to wear our sober cloth; LXXXII. 'But to bear arms, and wield the lance; indeed, With these as much is done as with this cow., In proof of which the Scriptures you may read. This giant up to heaven may bear his soul By your compassion: now in peace proceed. Your state and name I seek not to unroll; But, if I'm ask'd, this answer shall be given, That here an angel was sent down from heaven. LXXXIII. If you want armour or aught else, go in, Look o'er the wardrobe, and take what you choose, And cover with it o'er this giant's skin.' Orlando answer'd, 'If there should lie loose Some armour, ere our journey we begin, Which might be turn'd to my companion's use, The gift would be acceptable to me.' The abbot said to him, Come in and see." LXXXIV. And in a certain closet, where the wall Was cover'd with old armour like a crust, The abbot said to them, I give you all." Morgante rummaged piecemeal from the d The whole, which, save one cuirass, was too se And that too had the mail inlaid with rust. They wonder'd how it fitted him exactly, Which ne'er has suited others so compactly. LXXXV. 'Twas an immeasurable giant's, who By the great Milo of Agrante fell Before the abbey many years ago. The story on the wall was figured well; In the last moment of the abbey's foe, Who long had waged a war implacable: Precisely as the war occurr'd they drew him, And there was Milo as he overthrew him. LXXXVI. Seeing this history, Count Orlando said So that he could not keep his visage dry- FRANCESCA OF RIMINI.* WRITTEN 1820. PUBLISHED 1830. FROM THE INFERNO OF DANTE. CANTO THE FIFTH. 'THE land where I was born sits by the seas, t That, as thou seest, yet, yet it doth remain. Love to one death conducted us along, But Cainà‡ waits for him our life who ended:' These were the accents utter'd by her tongue. Since I first listen'd to these souls offended, I bow'd my visage, and so kept it till'What think'st thou,' said the bard; when I unbended, And recommenced: Alas! unto such ill How many sweet thoughts, what strong ecstasies, Led these their evil fortune to fulfil!' I will do even as he who weeps and says. The scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps-partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the Mountains. ACT I. SCENE I.-MANFRED alone.-Scene, a Gothic Gallery.-Time, Midnight. but Man. The lamp must be replenish'd, even then It will not burn so long as I must watch: My slumbers-if I slumber-are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men. But grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life. Philosophy and science, and the springs Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, I have essay'd, and in my mind there is A power to make these subject to itselfBut they avail not: I have done men good, And I have met with good even among menBut this avail'd not: I have had my foes, And none have baffled, many fallen before meBut this avail'd not :-Good, or evil, life, Powers, passions, all I see in other beings, Have been to me as rain unto the sands, Or lurking love of something on the earth.Now to my task. Mysterious Agency! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe! Whom I have sought in darkness and in bghtYe, who do compass earth about, and dwell In subtler essence-ye, to whom the tops Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, And earth's and ocean's caves familiar thingI call upon ye by the written charm Which gives me power upon you-Rise! appear [4 pat They come not yet.-Now by the voice of bat If it be so.-Spirits of earth and air, |