Ready to fall and plunge thee into night No seat of pleasure glittering half-way down, came, Pulci would set the table in a roar With his wildlay 2—there, where the Sun descends, 1 Poggio-Caïano, the favourite villa of Lorenzo; where he often took the diversion of hawking. Pulci sometimes went out with him; though, it seems, with little ardour. See La Caccia col Falcone, where he is described as missing; and as gone into a wood, to rhyme there. 2 The Morgante Maggiore. He used to recite it at the table of Lorenzo in the manner of the ancient Rhapsodists. 3 Bianca Capello. 4 Caffaggiòlo, the favourite retreat of Cosmo, "the father of his country." Eleonora di Toledo was stabbed there on the 11th of July, 1576, by her husband, Pietro de' Medici; and only five days afterwards, on the 16th of the same month, Isabella de' Medici was strangled by hers, Paolo Giordano Orsini, at his villa of Cerreto. They were at Florence, when they were sent for, each in her turn, Isabella under the pretext of a hunting party; and each in her turn went to die. Isabella was one of the most beautiful and accomplished women of the Age. In the Latin, French, and Spanish languages she spoke not Frowning on him who comes from Pietra-Mala : But lo, the Sun is setting; 1 earth and sky Languish for home; and they that in the morn Said to sweet friends " farewell," melt as at parting; When, just gone forth, the pilgrim, if he hears, As now we hear it-wandering round the hill, The bell that seems to mourn the dying day, Slackens his pace and sighs, and those he loved Loves more than ever. But who feels it not? And well may we, for we are far away. only with fluency, but elegance: and in her own she excelled as an Improvisatrice, accompanying herself on the lute. On her arrival at dusk, Paolo presented her with two beautiful greyhounds, that she might make a trial of their speed in the morning; and at supper he was gay beyond measure. When he retired, he sent for her into his apartment; and, pressing her tenderly to his bosom, slipped a cord round her neck. She was buried in Florence with great pomp ; but at her burial, says Varchi, the crime divulged itself. Her face was She black on the bier. Eleonora appears to have had a presentiment of her fate. went when required; but, before she set out, took leave of her son, then a child; weeping long and bitterly over him. I have here endeavoured to describe an Italian sun-set as I have often seen it. The conclusion is borrowed from that celebrated passage in Dante, "Era già l'ora," &e. THE PILGRIM. T was an hour of universal joy. Singing, as sure to enter when he came; The butterfly was basking in my path, From the Thrasymene, that now Slept in the sun, a lake of molten gold, And from the shore that once, when armies met,1 The rage, the slaughter, I had turned away; 1 The Roman and the Carthaginian. Such was the animosity, says Livy, that an earthquake, which turned the course of rivers and overthrew cities and mountains, was felt by none of the combatants. xxii. 5. 2 A tradition. It has been called from time immemorial, Il Sanguinetto. Well-known to them that from the high-way loved And, when his orisons were duly paid, He rose, and we exchanged, as all are wont, Young, and of an age I could not but continue.- —" Whence,” I asked, "Whence art thou ?"-" From Mont' alto," he replied, "My native village in the Apennines."— Of Saint Antonio in the City of Padua. Burn ever. Tell me ... I would not transgress, Yet ask I must... what could have brought thee forth, Nothing in act or thought to be atoned for?". "It was a vow I made in my distress. We were so blest, none were so blest as we, Worn with continual watchings, night and day, But they are worn in humble confidence; thine In thy long travel! May no sun-beam strike; All will pour forth to bid thee welcome, Carlo; couldst ! Would that thou My steps I quicken when I think of her; For, though they take me further from her door, I shall return the sooner." |