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Con Amore; Or, Critical Chapters

Con Amore; Or, Critical Chapters

McCarthy, Justin

Paperback

General World History

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ISBN10: 1150740345
ISBN13: 9781150740343
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 160
Weight: 0.53
Height: 0.37 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
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. 1868 Excerpt: ... direct subjects from which a painter may copy, Preiligrath is entitled beyond any living poet of whom I know. His poems are really all pictures, the Eastern and Desert ballads peculiarly so. No example perhaps can serve much better than the following verses from the poem entitled Mirage. The opening, which I omit, gracefully and fancifully shows us the harbour of Venice all decked with flags and sails; and a gondola in which our own Othello and Desdemona are seated. Like all true German poets, Freiligrath loves Shakspeare with a fervent love. Desdemona begs of her wooer for a description of his own land, whence came the ostrich feather which droops over his brow; and the Moor thus begins: -- Behold, the desert's burning sand! The camping-places greet thee of the tribes from whom my sire arose: Lo, in her widow's garb, son-branded, on thine eyes Sahara glows! Who last rode through the lion-land? The print of hoof and claw is here; The caravan of Timbuctoo, --still on the horizon gleams the spear, --And streaming flags, and through the dust the Emir's purple honour-dress, And the camel's head o'ertops the throng of march with solemn stateliness. Onward, in closed-up ranks, they ride where blend together sand and cloud; Behold, the distance swallows them already in a sulphurous shroud: But thou canst follow easily the track of the departing host, For gleaming through the sands we find from time to time what they have lost! And first, a hideous milestone! see a dromedary lying dead, A bald-necked vultnre pair have lighted on the fallen creature's head; Yon costly turban, in their haste to seize their meal, they little heed, 'Twas a young Arab lost it as he galloped on with reckless speed. And there see fluttering scraps of housings, round the tamarisk's tho...

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