ISBN: 1235887995

[EAN: 9781235887994], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], CHARLES LANCELOT SHADWELL,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 66 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781235887994], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], CHARLES LANCELOT SHADWELL,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 66 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 Excerpt: . . . From height of arch descending, When gainst their foes by Colles town My countrymen in fight came on; Then was to God my prayer For what He would prepare. There were they routed; there were they Sent flying down the bitter way: And in their flight I found A joy all joys beyond. i2i Tanto eh io volsi in su Y ardita faccia, Gridando a Dio: Ornai pi non ti temo; Come fa il merlo per poca bonaccia. 124 Pace volli con Dio in sull estremo Della mia vita; ed ancor non sarebbe Lo mio dover per penitenza scemo, 127 Se ci non fosse, che a memoria m ebbe Pier Pettinagno in sue sante orazioni, A cui di me per cantate increbbe. 130 Ma tu chi se, che nostre condizioni Vai dimandando, e porti gli occhi sciolti, SI come io credo, e spirando ragioni 133 Gli occhi, diss io, mi fieno ancor qui tolti, Ma picciol tempo; che poca 1 offesa Fatta per esser con invidia volti. 136 Troppa pi la paura, ond sospesa U anima mia, del tormento di sotto, Che gi lo incarco di laggi mi pesa. 139 Ed ella a me: Chi t ha dunque condotto Quass tra noi, se gi ritornar credi Ed io: Costui eh meco, e non fa motto: I lifted up my face of pride; No more I fear thee, God I cried, Even as the merle will sing In an untimely spring. At lifes extremity I sought For peace with God: but scarcely aught By penance had been yet Abated of my debt, Had I not found remembrance there In Peter Pettinagnos prayer: Whose love for me begot Compassion for my lot. But who art thou our fate wouldst learn, And, if aright I may discern, With eyes unclosed dost walk, And breathest. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1235887995

[EAN: 9781235887994], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781235887994], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 Excerpt: . From height of arch descending, When gainst their foes by Colle s town My countrymen in fight came on; Then was to God my prayer For what He would prepare. There were they routed; there were they Sent flying down the bitter way: And in their flight I found A joy all joys beyond. i2i Tanto eh io volsi in su Y ardita faccia, Gridando a Dio: Ornai piu non ti temo; Come fa il merlo per poca bonaccia. 124 Pace volli con Dio in sull estremo Della mia vita; ed ancor non sarebbe Lo mio dover per penitenza scemo, 127 Se cio non fosse, che a memoria m ebbe Pier Pettinagno in sue sante orazioni, A cui di me per cantate increbbe. 130 Ma tu chi se , che nostre condizioni Vai dimandando, e porti gli occhi sciolti, SI come io credo, e spirando ragioni? 133 Gli occhi, diss io, mi fieno ancor qui tolti, Ma picciol tempo; che poca e 1 offesa Fatta per esser con invidia volti. 136 Troppa e piu la paura, ond e sospesa U anima mia, del tormento di sotto, Che gia lo incarco di laggiu mi pesa. 139 Ed ella a me: Chi t ha dunque condotto Quassu tra noi, se giu ritornar credi? Ed io: Costui eh e meco, e non fa motto: I lifted up my face of pride; No more I fear thee, God/ I cried, Even as the merle will sing In an untimely spring. At life s extremity I sought For peace with God: but scarcely aught By penance had been yet Abated of my debt, Had I not found remembrance there In Peter Pettinagno s prayer: Whose love for me begot Compassion for my lot. But who art thou our fate would st learn, And, if aright I may discern, With eyes unclosed dost walk, And breathest.<

2012, ISBN: 1235887995

[EAN: 9781235887994], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781235887994], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 Excerpt: . From height of arch descending, When gainst their foes by Colle s town My countrymen in fight came on; Then was to God my prayer For what He would prepare. There were they routed; there were they Sent flying down the bitter way: And in their flight I found A joy all joys beyond. i2i Tanto eh io volsi in su Y ardita faccia, Gridando a Dio: Ornai piu non ti temo; Come fa il merlo per poca bonaccia. 124 Pace volli con Dio in sull estremo Della mia vita; ed ancor non sarebbe Lo mio dover per penitenza scemo, 127 Se cio non fosse, che a memoria m ebbe Pier Pettinagno in sue sante orazioni, A cui di me per cantate increbbe. 130 Ma tu chi se , che nostre condizioni Vai dimandando, e porti gli occhi sciolti, SI come io credo, e spirando ragioni? 133 Gli occhi, diss io, mi fieno ancor qui tolti, Ma picciol tempo; che poca e 1 offesa Fatta per esser con invidia volti. 136 Troppa e piu la paura, ond e sospesa U anima mia, del tormento di sotto, Che gia lo incarco di laggiu mi pesa. 139 Ed ella a me: Chi t ha dunque condotto Quassu tra noi, se giu ritornar credi? Ed io: Costui eh e meco, e non fa motto: I lifted up my face of pride; No more I fear thee, God/ I cried, Even as the merle will sing In an untimely spring. At life s extremity I sought For peace with God: but scarcely aught By penance had been yet Abated of my debt, Had I not found remembrance there In Peter Pettinagno s prayer: Whose love for me begot Compassion for my lot. But who art thou our fate would st learn, And, if aright I may discern, With eyes unclosed dost walk, And breathest.<

ISBN: 9781235887994

This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have oc… Mehr…

This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. Books History~~General The-Purgatory-of-Dante-Alighieri~~Charles-Lancelot-Shadwell General Books LLC<