. Heroines of Genoa and the Rivieras . ndrambles in the open, Troubadour romanceswithin the castle halls, flirtations with maidens ofthe countryside, dances, songs and minstrelsy—amid scenes and sounds sublime and fragrantscent of flowers and trees—these were in hisorders of the day. Tasso, whether he rambledup and down the steep pineclad spurs of thebold Apennines which encroach so brusquelyupon the narrow rocky beach of the Rivieradi Levante, or sauntered about the scentedopen glades and the smiling sea-coves of theless-encumbered Riviera di Ponente, breathedair redolent of poetry and caught
. Heroines of Genoa and the Rivieras . ndrambles in the open, Troubadour romanceswithin the castle halls, flirtations with maidens ofthe countryside, dances, songs and minstrelsy—amid scenes and sounds sublime and fragrantscent of flowers and trees—these were in hisorders of the day. Tasso, whether he rambledup and down the steep pineclad spurs of thebold Apennines which encroach so brusquelyupon the narrow rocky beach of the Rivieradi Levante, or sauntered about the scentedopen glades and the smiling sea-coves of theless-encumbered Riviera di Ponente, breathedair redolent of poetry and caught echoes ofsweet minstrelsy. If Provence was the foster-ing nursery of the Troubadours, Liguria was theirhappy playground, over which they danced andsang their way to all the cultured Courts of loved Poetry, the outburst of humansentiment, for their idea of love was just this, it yielded every happiness in human life. 1 Mouth-stopper for the Genoese,Heart-breaker for the Porto-VeneresePurse-grabber for the Lucchese ! 236. LA PRINCIPESSA ANNETTA GRIMALDI. Frate Bernardo Strozzi. PALAZZO PALLAVICI MI-GRIM AL Riviera Romances Love it is that makes me sing ! sang eachgay fellow to himself. A little wild bird at my earSings his sonnet sweetly clear,Others sing loudly, I do not loudly is by no means singing well,But truly by the song thats soft as bellThe master-singers voice is plain to few have it ! Masters yet are all,And all presume to utter what they callA ballad, canzonet or madrigal. So quaintly and gracefully a Ballata An-nonyma of the thirteenth and fourteenthcentury warbles in concerted tones of Provencalbaritone and Ligurian tenor. The Troubadourwas gently born, no peasant or operative washe, gently nurtured by his mothers love to loveall mankind and God, his cavalier sire his guidein chivalry and honour : the youth faced theworld a courtly gentleman and calling of the Troubadour was a costly education, as
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