The country of The ring and the book . his thus I see him slowly and surely edgedOff all the tableland whence life upspringsAspiring to be immortality. As the snake, hatched on hill-top by mischance,Despite his wriggling, slips, slides, slidders downHill-side, lies low and prostrate on the smoothLevel of the outer place, lapsed in the vale :So I lose Guido in the loneliness,Silence and dusk, till at the doleful end,At the horizontal line, creations verge,From what just is to absolute nothingness—Lo, what is this he meets, strains onward still ?What other man deep further in the fate
The country of The ring and the book . his thus I see him slowly and surely edgedOff all the tableland whence life upspringsAspiring to be immortality. As the snake, hatched on hill-top by mischance,Despite his wriggling, slips, slides, slidders downHill-side, lies low and prostrate on the smoothLevel of the outer place, lapsed in the vale :So I lose Guido in the loneliness,Silence and dusk, till at the doleful end,At the horizontal line, creations verge,From what just is to absolute nothingness—Lo, what is this he meets, strains onward still ?What other man deep further in the fate,Who, turning at the prize of a footfallTo flatter him and promise fellowship,Discovers in the act a frightful face—Judas, made monstrous by much solitude !The two are at one now ! Let them love their loveThat bites and claws like hate, or hate their hateThat mops and mows and makes as it were love !There, let them each tear each in devils-fun,Or fondle this the other while malice aches—Both teach, both learn detestability ! 268. 96.—THE LITTLE CHAPEL BETWEEN THE POST-HOUSEAND THE TOWN, CASTELNUOVO Caponsacchi He did not kill Franceschini, but, as he says to hisjudges, I gave place to you and let the law reignparamount : I left Pompilia to your watch and ward,and now there and thus she lies. As Caponsacchis speech nears the end he turnsonce more to Pompilia, speaks of her with reverentialadmiration, and in tones of despair, for, as he says,11 You see, we are so very pitiable, she and I. Tohim she is the glory of life, the beauty of the world,the wonderful white soul. He was blessed by therevelation of Pompilia, he had been lifted up to thelevel of her and with gratitude he exclaims, Shehas done the good to me. Of the depth and powerof the attachment between them, he says only this, She called me far beyond friend. He recalls her appearance. He remembers thefirst look she gave him, the gaze that burnt to my brain, as sunbeam thro shut eyes. He recalls her voice, that voi
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