Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . DANTE AND BEATRICE 37 Too long her arm6d wrath hath kept aloof The breast which would have bled for her, the heartThat beat, the mind that was temptation proof, The man who fought, toild, travelld, and each partOf a true citizen fulfilld, and sawFor his reward the Guelphs ascendant art Pass his destruction ever into law. These things are not made for forgetfulness,Florence shall be forgotten first; too raw The wound, too deep the wrong, and the distressOf such endurance too prolongd to makeMy pardon greater, her injustice less. Though
Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . DANTE AND BEATRICE 37 Too long her arm6d wrath hath kept aloof The breast which would have bled for her, the heartThat beat, the mind that was temptation proof, The man who fought, toild, travelld, and each partOf a true citizen fulfilld, and sawFor his reward the Guelphs ascendant art Pass his destruction ever into law. These things are not made for forgetfulness,Florence shall be forgotten first; too raw The wound, too deep the wrong, and the distressOf such endurance too prolongd to makeMy pardon greater, her injustice less. Though late repented ; yet—yet for her sakeI feel some fonder yearnings, and for own Beatrice, I would hardly take Vengeance upon the land which once was still is hallowd by thy dusts return,Which would protect the murderess like a shrine. And save ten thousand foes by thy sole urn. BYRON. PETRARCHS CONTEMPLATIONS OF DEATH IN THE BOWER OF LAURA Clear, fresh, and dulcet streams. Which the fair shape who seems To me sole woman, haunted at noon
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