Florence in Poetry History And Art
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But IVe told you, ne'er a neighbor would look in to chat and sup, too; So, if any one's to blame, I think you'll own it's Mr. Jones. ) He was dead, and she was living! Earth and sea, and sky and ocean All were changed — the light of life was gone, rekindled ne'er to be; In the dark she stood alone; the sun had sunk with plummet motion; Not a star shone o'er the blackness of the Adriatic Sea!
It was black and cold and sudden — she was hopeless, calm and frigid; Ne'er a moan escaped her bosom, on... her brow was ne'er a frown; She was broken, she was frozen, she was pulse- less, she was frigid ; Can the Lily wave its petals when the north has blown it down?
There she stood beside the body — not a kiss and not a murmur; They were one, and he was dead — beyond all hopes and pains — He was dead ! — the better part of her — the vital one, the firmer. And the mortifying virus worked through heart and soul, and veins.
116 Boccaccio.
She was dying, and she waited. There, the neighbors came and found her, And they charged her with his murder; how, with magic art and wile.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
But IVe told you, ne'er a neighbor would look in to chat and sup, too; So, if any one's to blame, I think you'll own it's Mr. Jones. ) He was dead, and she was living! Earth and sea, and sky and ocean All were changed — the light of life was gone, rekindled ne'er to be; In the dark she stood alone; the sun had sunk with plummet motion; Not a star shone o'er the blackness of the Adriatic Sea!
It was black and cold and sudden — she was hopeless, calm and frigid; Ne'er a moan escaped her bosom, on... her brow was ne'er a frown; She was broken, she was frozen, she was pulse- less, she was frigid ; Can the Lily wave its petals when the north has blown it down?
There she stood beside the body — not a kiss and not a murmur; They were one, and he was dead — beyond all hopes and pains — He was dead ! — the better part of her — the vital one, the firmer. And the mortifying virus worked through heart and soul, and veins.
116 Boccaccio.
She was dying, and she waited. There, the neighbors came and found her, And they charged her with his murder; how, with magic art and wile.
What to read after Florence in Poetry History And Art?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Sara Agnes Ryan to read onlineMoreLess
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