Writings, Volume 9Houghton Mifflin, 1907 |
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... young prattling thing were some memory come back out of his own youth . " You like me to talk to you , don't you ? " said Tessa , " but you must not tell anybody . Shall I fetch you a bit of cold sausage ? " He shook his head , but he ...
... young prattling thing were some memory come back out of his own youth . " You like me to talk to you , don't you ? " said Tessa , " but you must not tell anybody . Shall I fetch you a bit of cold sausage ? " He shook his head , but he ...
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... young ideal passion he had in him had been stirred by Romola , and his fibre was too fine , his intellect too bright , for him to be tempted into the habits of a gross pleasure- seeker . But he had spun a web about himself and Tessa ...
... young ideal passion he had in him had been stirred by Romola , and his fibre was too fine , his intellect too bright , for him to be tempted into the habits of a gross pleasure- seeker . But he had spun a web about himself and Tessa ...
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... young man , be afraid of an old one ? a young man with armour on , of an old man without a weapon ? It was but a moment's hesitation , and Tito laid his hand on the door . Was his father asleep ? Was there nothing else but the door that ...
... young man , be afraid of an old one ? a young man with armour on , of an old man without a weapon ? It was but a moment's hesitation , and Tito laid his hand on the door . Was his father asleep ? Was there nothing else but the door that ...
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... young frame and elastic spirit were shattered by the agitations that had been crowded into this single evening . Baldassarre was still sitting on the straw when the shadow of Tito passed by . Before him lay the frag- ments of the broken ...
... young frame and elastic spirit were shattered by the agitations that had been crowded into this single evening . Baldassarre was still sitting on the straw when the shadow of Tito passed by . Before him lay the frag- ments of the broken ...
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... young passion faded , life was taking more and more decidedly for him the aspect of a game in which there was an agreeable mingling of skill and chance . And the game that might be played in Florence promised to be rapid and exciting ...
... young passion faded , life was taking more and more decidedly for him the aspect of a game in which there was an agreeable mingling of skill and chance . And the game that might be played in Florence promised to be rapid and exciting ...
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Baldassarre Bardi believe Bernardo del Nero Bernardo Rucellai Bratti Carnival carried Ceccone Church conscious Council dark daughter dead Divine Dolfo Spini Domenico door Duomo enter eyes face father feeling felt fire Florence Florentine Fra Girolamo Francesco Franciscan Frate Girolamo glance godfather gone Gonfaloniere hand hatred head heart husband knew light Lillo lips live loggia looked Madonna mantle Maso Mediceans Melema ment Messer mind monks Monna Brigida Monna Lisa morning Naldo ness never Niccolò Niccolò Macchiavelli Niccolò Ridolfi once palace Palazzo Vecchio party passed paused perhaps Piagnone piazza Piero Piero di Cosimo Ponte Vecchio Pope Romola round Salvestro San Marco Savona Savonarola seemed sight Signoria silence smiling sort soul speak stood street strong tell Tessa things thought tion Tito Tito's tone Tornabuoni turned Valori voice walked wife woman words
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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...