This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 edition. Excerpt: ...Abate, --ought he to interpose? Unless by straining still his tutelage (Priesthood leaps over elder-brothership) 325 Across ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 edition. Excerpt: ...Abate, --ought he to interpose? Unless by straining still his tutelage (Priesthood leaps over elder-brothership) 325 Across this difficulty: then let go, Leave the poor fellow in peace! Would that be wrong? There was no making Guido great, it seems, Spite of himself: then happy be his dole! Indeed, the Abate's little interest 330 Was somewhat nearly touched i' the case, they saw: Since if his simple kinsman so were bent, Began his rounds in Rome to catch a wife, Full soon would such unworldliness surprise The rare bird, sprinkle salt on phoenix' tail, 335 And so secure the nest a sparrow-hawk. No lack of mothers here in Rome, --no dread Of daughters lured as larks by looking-glass! The first name-pecking credit-scratching fowl Would drop her unfledged cuckoo in our nest 340 To gather greyness there, give voice at length And shame the brood... but it was long ago When crusades were, and we sent eagles forth! No, that at least the Abate could forestall. He read the thought within his brother's word, 345 Knew what he purposed better than himself. We want no name and fame--having our own: No worldly aggrandizement--such we fly: But if some wonder of a woman's-heart Were yet untainted on this grimy earth, 350 Tender and true--tradition tells of such--Prepared to pant in time and tune with ours--If some good girl (a girl, since she must take The new bent, live new life, adopt new modes) Not wealthy (Guido for his rank was poor) 355 But with whatever dowry came to hand, --There were the lady-love predestinate! And somehow the Abate's guardian eye--Scintillant, rutilant, fraternal fire, --Roving round every way had seized the prize 360--The instinct of us, we, the spiritualty! Come, cards on table; was it true or false That here--here in this ver
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