Writings, Volume 9Houghton Mifflin, 1907 |
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Page 40
... walked slowly round amongst the confusion of straw and wooden cases , pausing at every vacant pedestal , every well- known object laid prostrate , with a sort of bitter desire to assure herself that there was a sufficient reason why her ...
... walked slowly round amongst the confusion of straw and wooden cases , pausing at every vacant pedestal , every well- known object laid prostrate , with a sort of bitter desire to assure herself that there was a sufficient reason why her ...
Page 59
... walked as steadily and rapidly as ever through the piazza , not trusting herself to look towards the church . The thought that any eyes might be turned on her with a look of curiosity and recognition , and that indifferent minds might ...
... walked as steadily and rapidly as ever through the piazza , not trusting herself to look towards the church . The thought that any eyes might be turned on her with a look of curiosity and recognition , and that indifferent minds might ...
Page 61
... walked along with a careful appearance of unconsciousness till she had seen the skirts of the black mantles pass by her . The encounter had made her heart beat disagreeably , for Romola had an uneasiness in her religious disguise , a ...
... walked along with a careful appearance of unconsciousness till she had seen the skirts of the black mantles pass by her . The encounter had made her heart beat disagreeably , for Romola had an uneasiness in her religious disguise , a ...
Page 68
... walked about and paused on all the open spots of that high ground , and looked down on the domed and towered city , sleeping darkly under its sleeping guard- ians , the mountains ; on the pale gleam of the river ; on the valley ...
... walked about and paused on all the open spots of that high ground , and looked down on the domed and towered city , sleeping darkly under its sleeping guard- ians , the mountains ; on the pale gleam of the river ; on the valley ...
Page 115
... walked hastily homeward from the Piazza di San Marco , and trod the bridge again , and turned in at the large door in the Via de ' Bardi , her footsteps were marked darkly on the thin carpet of snow , and her cowl fell laden and damp ...
... walked hastily homeward from the Piazza di San Marco , and trod the bridge again , and turned in at the large door in the Via de ' Bardi , her footsteps were marked darkly on the thin carpet of snow , and her cowl fell laden and damp ...
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Page 267 - The law was sacred. Yes, but rebellion might be sacred too. It flashed upon her mind that the problem before her was essentially the same as that which had lain before Savonarola — the problem where the sacredness of obedience ended, and where the sacredness of rebellion began. To her, as to him, there had come one of those moments in life when the soul must dare to act on its own warrant, not only without external law to appeal to, but in the face of a law which is not unarmed with Divine lightnings...
Page 422 - But therefore he may the more fitly be called a martyr by his fellow men to all time. For power rose against him not because of his sins, but because of his greatness — not because he sought to deceive the world, but because he sought to make it noble. And through that greatness of his he endured a double agony: not only the reviling, and the torture, and the death-throe, but the agony of sinking from the vision of glorious achievement into that deep shadow where he could only say, "I count as...
Page 371 - ... of the prison. The struggle now was, who should get first in the stream that rushed up the narrow street to see the Prophet carried back in ignominy to the Piazza where he had braved it yesterday — who should be in the best place for reaching his ear with insult, nay, if possible, for smiting him and kicking him. This was not difficult for some of the armed Compagnacci who were not prevented from mixing themselves with the guards. When Savonarola felt himself dragged and pushed along in the...
Page 87 - Yes," said Giannozzo Pucci, laying his hand on Tito's shoulder, " the fact is, Tito mio, you can help us better than if you were Ulysses himself, for I am convinced that Ulysses often made himself disagreeable. To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath. And there is not a soul in Florence who could undertake a business like this journey to Eome, for example, with the same safety that you can.
Page 112 - I did not suppose he was a malefactor. I meant, that if he were a malefactor, your place would be in the prison beside him. My daughter, if the cross comes to you as a wife, you must carry it as a wife. You may say, 'I will forsake my husband,' but you cannot cease to be a wife.
Page 322 - Slowly at first, then faster and faster, that fatal demand had been swelling in Savonarola's ear, provoking a response, outwardly in the declaration that at the fitting time the miracle would come ; inwardly in the faith — not unwavering, for what faith is so ? — • that if the need for...