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SONNET FROM THE ITALIAN OF DANTE.
DANTE ALIGHIERI TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI.
Guido, I would that Lappo, thou, and I,
MAGICO PRODIGIOSO OF CALDERON.
CYPRIAN as a Student ; CLARIN and Moscon as poor
Scholars, with books.
In the sweet solitude of this calm place,
clouds on the horizon Dance like white plumes upon a hearse ;—and here I shall expect you.
I cannot bring my mind, Great as my haste to see the festival Certainly is, to leave you, Sir, without Just saying some three or four hundred words. How is it possible that on a day Of such festivity, you can bring your mind To come forth to a solitary country With three or four old books, and turn your back On all this mirth ?
My master's in the right;
From first to last, Clarin, you are a temporizing flatterer; You praise not what you feel, but what he does ; Toadeater !
You lie—under a mistake-
Enough, you foolish fellows Puffed up with your own doting ignorance,
You always take the two sides of one question.
How happens it, although you can maintain
Nay, the consequence Is clear :-who ever did what he advises Others to do?
Would that my feet were wings, So would I fly to Livia.
To speak truth, Livia is she who has surprised my heart ; But he is more than half
there.-Soho! Livia, I come; good sport, Livia, soho! [Erit.
Now since I am alone, let me examine
Can find no God with whom these marks and signs
Enter the Devil, as a fine Gentleman.
Search even as thou wilt, But thou shalt never find what I can hide.
What noise is that among the boughs ? Who
moves? What art thou ?
'Tis a foreign gentleman. Even from this morning I have lost my way In this wild place, and my poor horse, at last Quite overcome, has stretched himself upon The enamelled tapestry of this mossy mountain, And feeds and rests at the same time. I was Upon my way to Antioch upon business Of some importance, but wrapt up in cares (Who is exempt from this inheritance ?) I parted from my company, and lost My way, and lost my servants and my comrades.
'Tis singular, that, even within the sight