We were at Fano, and three times we went My angel with me too; and since I care And since he did not work so earnestly And spread it out, translating it to song. ROBERT BROWNING. RIMINI RIMINI "THE land where I was born sits by the seas, Upon that shore to which the Po descends, With all his followers, in search of peace. Love, which the gentle heart soon apprehends, Seized him for the fair person which was ta'en From me, and me even yet the mode offends. Love, who to none beloved to love again Remits, seized me with wish to please, so strong, That, as thou seest, yet, yet it doth remain. Love to one death conducted us along, But Cainà waits for him our life who ended": These were the accents uttered by her tongue. Since I first listened to these souls offended, I bowed my visage, and so kept it till"What think'st thou?" said the bard; when I unbended, And recommenced: "Alas! unto such ill How many sweet thoughts, what strong ecstasies, Led these their evil fortune to fulfil!” And then I turned unto their side my eyes, And said, "Francesca, thy sad destinies But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs, In misery, and that thy teacher knows. The other wept, so that with pity's thralls I swooned as if by death I had been smote, And fell down even as a dead body falls." DANTE. Tr. Lord Byron. RAVENNA DANTE DANTE am I,-Minerva's son, who knew My toil, a miracle to mortal view. Through realms Tartarean and celestial flew Ravenna housed my exile, holds my dust; GIOVANNI ВОССАССІО. Tr. Francis C. Gray. RAVENNA Or all the cities in Romanian lands, The chief, and most renowned, Ravenna stands, Adorned in ancient times with arms and arts, And rich inhabitants, with generous hearts. JOHN DRYDEN. RAVENNA SWEET hour of twilight! in the solitude Rooted where once the Adrian wave flowed o'er The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Where the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bells that rose the boughs along: The specter huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs and their chase, and the fair throng Which learned from this example not to fly LORD BYRON. RAVENNA "TIS MORN, and never did a lovelier day |