{"1": {"fulltext": "1900\\n-.^.r^ HnPriW It ll jy II\\n1 1\\n1 1\\nLIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n15,\\nm\\nmEmmi^MM:MWiii!i:sM l M,", "height": "4220", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^0\\no ^o*\\ntr; ao^\\nOf\\nVV\\nV ^-.TTT* A\\nV-^^\\nlV^.\\nC ^-^c,-?\\n^o 4\\ni.\\nC0*.-^*^ o\\nyv.\\n!\u00c2\u00b0y-.\\ny\\\\ S", "height": "4297", "width": "2289", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "..o\\n.\u00c2\u00bbi\\n1.v^\\nV\\ni-vV*\\n^v^TTi* A\\n0^\\nV\\nV \u00e2\u0099\u00a6l*^\\nr .*iSiBsi St*. 0.* \u00c2\u00bb*^v^:\\nr; .\u00e2\u0099\u00a6^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2v.\\ni.;^ o\u00c2\u00ab*.:^- *-o /\\\\c^/\\\\ 0\\nu\\nU A^\\nW^.-^ t. t^-^ ^P o^\\n4V\\n^o-\\np .\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u00a2:i/*", "height": "4297", "width": "2289", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4334", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4334", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4246", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4246", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "5159^\\nSEP 25 1900\\npi)\\nA^\\nSECOND copy.\\nOROfc^O VISION\\nOCT 13 I90U\\nTHE UNIVERSITY PRESS\\nCAMBRI DGE USA-", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Dr^vm^Iis\\nPIPPA\\nOTTIMA\\nSEBALD\\nForeign Students\\nGOTTLIEB\\nSCHRAMM\\nJULES\\nPHENE\\nAustrian Police\\nBLUPHOCKS\\nLUIGI and his MOTHER\\nPoor Girls\\nMONSIGNOR and his\\nAttendants", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "U49\u00c2\u00bb", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "At hand here, and enjoy the higher lot,\\nIn readiness to take what thou wilt give,\\nAnd free to let alone what thou refusest\\nFor, Day, my holiday, if thou ill-usest\\nMe, who am only Pippa, old-year s\\nsorrow.\\nCast off last night, will come again to-\\nmorrow\\nWhereas, if thou prove gentle, I shall\\nborrow\\nSufficient strength of thee for new-year s\\nsorrow.\\nAll other men and women that this earth\\nBelongs to, who all days alike possess,\\nMake general plenty cure particular\\ndearth,\\nGet more joy one way, if another, less\\nThou art my single day, God lends to\\nleaven\\nWhat were all earth else, with a feel of\\nheaven,\\nSole light that helps me through the year,\\nthy sun s", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "m-^\\nTry now Take Asolo s Four Happiest\\nOnes\\nAnd let thy morning rain on that superb\\nGreat haughty Ottima can rain disturb\\nHer Sebald s homage All the while\\nthy rain\\nBeats fiercest on her shrub-house win-\\ndow-pane,\\nHe will but press the closer, breathe\\nmore warm\\nAgainst her cheek how should she mind\\nthe storm\\nAnd, morning past, if mid-day shed a\\ngloom\\nO er Jules and Phene, what care bride\\nand groom\\nSave for their dear selves T is their\\nmarriage-day\\nAnd while they leave church and go home\\ntheir way,\\nHand clasping hand, within each breast\\nwould be\\nSunbeams and pleasant weather spite of\\nthee.\\n|x| Then, for another trial, obscure thy eve\\nWith mist, will Luigi and his mother\\ngrieve\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0iv^ne\\nr^^i\\nm^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "The lady and her child, unmatched, for-\\nsooth,\\nShe in her age, as Luigi in his youth,\\nFor true content The cheerful town,\\nwarm, close\\nAnd safe, the sooner that thou art morose,\\nReceives them. And yet once again, ^^jl\\noutbreak\\nIn storm at night on Monsignor, they\\nmake\\nSuch stir about, whom they expect\\nfrom Rome\\nTo visit Asolo, his brothers home.\\nAnd say here masses proper to release\\nA soul from pain, what storm dares\\nhurt his peace\\nCalm would he pray, with his own\\nthoughts to ward\\nThy thunder off, nor want the angels\\nguard.\\nBut Pippa just one such mischance\\nwould spoil\\nHer day that lightens the next twelve-\\nmonth s toil\\nAt wearisome silk-winding, coil on coil\\n\\\\)r\\nj^d^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "And here I let time slip for nought!\\nAha, you foolhardy sunbeam, caught\\nWith a single splash from my ewer\\nYou that would mock the best pursuer.\\nWas my basin over-deep\\nOne splash of water ruins you asleep,\\nAnd up, up, fleet your brilliant bits\\nWheeling and counterwheeling,\\nReeling, broken beyond healing\\nNow grow together on the ceiling\\nThat will task your wits.\\nWhoever it was quenched fire first, hoped\\nto see\\nMorsel after morsel flee\\nAs merrily, as giddily\\nMeantime, what lights my sunbeam on,\\nWhere settles by degrees the radiant\\ncripple", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Oh, is it surely blown, my martagon\\nNew-blown and ruddy as St. Agnes\\nnipple,\\nPlump as the flesh-bunch on some Turk\\nbird s poll\\ny^p Be sure if corals, branching neath the\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0X:^ ripple\\n_ _ AhH Of ocean, bud there, fairies watch ^i^\\\\^]lr\\niS-v)^ V5 unroll\\n^r^,Ti/ Such turban-flowers; I say, such lamps \u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0096\u00a0j^pY^Jiy/^\\nrj=^l^Mrj fe== Thick red flame through that dusk green\\nThick red flame through that dusk green\\nuniverse\\n^^Mifi^%]l I am queen of thee, floweret\\n\\\\r~=^ l^^ C^ ^N^ And each fleshy blossom\\n*^^^((=)Tj^^ Preserve I not (safer\\nThan leaves that embower it.\\nOr shells that embosom)\\nFrom weevil and chafer\\nf^^/^^Sal Laugh through my pane then solicit the\\nmjVM Gibe him, be sure and, in midst of thy\\n\u00c2\u00a5M\\nN^H Love thy queen, worship me\\nml", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Worship whom else For am I not,\\nthis day,\\nWhate er I please What shall I please\\nto-day\\nMy morn, noon, eve and night how\\nspend my day\\nTo-morrow I must be Pippa who winds\\nsilk.\\nThe whole year round, to earn just bread\\nand milk\\nBut, this one day, I have leave to go,\\nAnd play out my fancy s fullest games\\nI may fancy all day and it shall be so\\nThat I taste of the pleasures, am called\\nby the names\\nOf the Happiest Four in our Asolo\\nSee Up the hillside yonder, through\\nthe morning.\\nSome one shall love me, as the world calls\\nlove\\nI am no less than Ottima, take warning!\\nThe gardens, and the great stone house\\nabove.\\nA", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "And other house for shrubs, all glass in\\nfront,\\nAre mine where Sebald steals, as he is\\nwont,\\nTo court me, while old Luca yet reposes\\nAnd therefore, till the shrub-house door\\nuncloses,\\nI what now give abundant cause\\nfor prate\\nAbout me Ottima, I mean of late.\\nToo bold, too confident she 11 still face\\ndown\\nThe spitefullest of talkers in our town.\\nHow we talk in the little town below\\nBut love, love, love there s better\\nlove, I know\\nThis foolish love was only day s first\\noffer\\nI choose my next love to defy the scoffer\\nFor do not our Bride and Bridegroom\\nsally\\nOut of Possagno church at noon\\nTheir house looks over Orcana valley\\nvi\\nW^M", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Not envy, sure for if you gave me\\nLeave to take or to refuse,\\nIn earnest, do you think I d choose\\nThat sort of new love to enslave me\\nMine should have lapped me round from\\nthe beginning", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "As little fear of losing it as winning:\\nLovers grow cold, men learn to hate their\\nwives,\\nAnd only parents love can last our lives.\\nAt eve the Son and Mother, gentle pair,\\nCommune inside our turret what pre-\\nvents\\nMy being Luigi While that mossy lair\\nOf lizards through the winter-time is\\nstirred\\nWith each to each imparting sweet intents\\nFor this new-year, as brooding bird to\\nbird\\n(For I observe of late, the evening walk\\nOf Luigi and his mother, always ends\\nInside our ruined turret, where they talk,\\nCalmer than lovers, yet more kind than\\nfriends)\\nLet me be cared about, kept out of\\nharm,\\nAnd schemed for, safe in love as with a\\ncharm\\nIS\\nZ", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Let me be Luigi If I only knew\\nWhat was my mother s face my father,\\ntoo!\\nNay, if you come to that, best love of all\\nIs God s then why not have God s love\\nbefall\\nMyself as, in the palace by the Dome,\\nMonsignor who to-night will bless the\\nhome\\nOf his dead brother and God bless in\\nturn\\nThat heart which beats, those eyes which\\nmildly burn\\nWith love for all men I, to-night at\\nleast.\\nWould be that holy and beloved priest.\\nNow wait even I already seem to\\nshare\\nIn God s love what does New-year s\\nhymn declare\\nWhat other meaning do these verses\\nbear", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "J", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "\\\\_ojr\\nI. MORNING. Up the Hillside, inside the\\nShrub-house. LUCA S Wife, OTTIMA, and\\nher Paramour, the German SEBALD.\\nSeb. [sings.] Let the watching lids wink\\nDay s ablaze w^ith eyes, think\\nDeep into the night, drink\\nOtt i. Night Such may be your Rhine-\\nland nights, perhaps\\nBut this blood-red beam through the\\nshutter s chink\\nWe call such light, the morning let\\nus see\\nMind how you grope your way, though\\nHow these tall\\nNaked geraniums straggle Push the\\nlattice\\nBehind that frame Nay, do I bid you\\nSebald,\\nIt shakes the dust down on me Why,\\nof course\\nThe slide-bolt catches. Well, are you\\ncontent,\\nOr must I find you something else to\\nspoil\\nKiss and be friends, my Sebald Is t\\nfull morning\\nOh, don t speak then\\n^1^\\nSt\\nA\\nu V^^\\niiiPMIi^B\\n^^i^^^M\\nJJJ lllriii/i:u\\nVTV-sAV\\nm\\nM", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Seb. Ay, thus it used to be\\nEver your house was, I remember, shut\\nTill mid-day I observed that, as I strolled\\nOn mornings through the vale here\\ncountry girls\\nWere noisy, washing garments in the\\nbrook,\\nHinds drove the slow white oxen up the\\nhills\\nBut no, your house was mute, would ope\\nno eye\\nAnd wisely you were plotting one thing\\nthere,\\nNature, another outside. I looked up\\nRough white wood shutters, rusty iron\\nbars,\\nSilent as death, blind in a flood of light.\\nOh, I remember! and the peasants\\nlaughed\\nAnd said, The old man sleeps with the\\nyoung wife.\\nThis house was his, this chair, this win-\\ndow his.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Otti. Ah, the clear morning I can see\\nSt. Mark s\\nThat black streak is the belfry. Stop\\nVicenza\\nShould lie there s Padua, plain\\nenough, that blue\\nLook o er my shoulder, follow my finger\\nSeb. Morning\\nIt seems to me a night with a sun added.\\nWhere s dew, where s freshness That\\nbruised plant, I bruised\\nIn getting through the lattice yestereve,\\nDroops as it did. See, here s my elbow s\\nmark\\nI the dust o the sill.\\nOtti. Oh, shut the lattice, pray\\nLet me lean out. I cannot scent\\nblood here,\\nFoul as the morn may be.\\nThere, shut the world out\\nHow do you feel now, Ottima.? There,\\ncurse\\nOME A^D:tiSVini^E^SJL", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "The world and all outside Let us throw-\\noff\\nThis mask how do you bear yourself\\nLet s out\\nWith all of it\\nOtti. Best never speak of it.\\nSeb. Best speak again and yet again of\\nit,\\nTill words cease to be more than words.\\nHis blood,\\nFor instance let those two words mean,\\nHis blood\\nAnd nothing more. Notice, I 11 say them\\nnow,\\nHis blood.\\nOtti. Assuredly if I repented\\nThe deed\\nSeb. Repent Who should repent, or\\nwhy\\nWhat puts that in your head Did I\\nonce say\\nThat I repented\\nOtti. No I said the deed", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Seb.\\nThe deed and\\nthe\\nevent\\njust now it was\\nOur passion s fruit the devil take\\nsuch cant\\nSay, once and always, Luca was a\\nwittol,\\nI am his cut-throat, you are\\nOtti. Here s the wine\\nI brought it when we left the house above,\\nAnd glasses too wine of both sorts.\\nBlack White then\\nSeb. But am not I his cut-throat What\\nare you\\nOtti. There trudges on his business from\\nthe Duomo\\nBenet the Capuchin, with his brown hood\\nAnd bare feet always in one place at\\nchurch,\\nClose under the stone wall by the south\\nentry.\\nI used to take him for a brown cold piece\\nOf the wall s self, as out of it he rose\\nTo let me pass at first, I say, I used", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Now, so has that dumb figure fastened\\non me,\\nI rather should account the plastered wall\\nA piece of him, so chilly does it strike.\\nThis, Sebald\\nSeb. No, the white wine the white\\nwine\\nWell, Ottima, I promised no new year\\nShould rise on us the ancient shameful\\nway;\\nNor does it rise. Pour on To your\\nblack eyes\\nDo you remember last damned New\\nYear s day\\nOtti. You brought those foreign prints.\\nW^e looked at them\\nOver the wine and fruit. I had to scheme\\nTo get him from the fire. Nothing but\\nsaying\\nHis own set wants the proof-mark, roused\\nhim up\\nTo hunt them out.\\nSeb. Faith\\nTo fondle you before\\nhe is not alive\\nface.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Otti. Do you\\nFondle me then Who means to take\\nyour life\\nFor that, my Sebald\\nHark you, Ottima\\nOne thing to guard against. We 11 not\\nmake much\\nOne of the other that is, not make\\nmore\\nParade of warmth, childish officious coil,\\nThan yesterday as if, sweet, I supposed\\nProof upon proof were needed now, now\\nfirst.\\nTo show I love you yes, still love you\\nlove you\\nIn spite of Luca and what s come to him\\nSure sign we had him ever in our\\nthoughts.\\nWhite sneering old reproachful face and\\nall!\\nW^e 11 even quarrel, love, at times, as if\\nI j/M VVe still could lose each other, were not", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Otti. Love\\nSeb. Not tied so sure\\nBecause though I was wrought upon,\\nhave struck\\nHis insolence back into him am I\\nSo surely yours therefore forever\\nyours\\nOtti. Love, to be wise, (one counsel pays\\nanother,)\\nShould we have months ago, when first\\nwe loved,\\nFor instance that May morning we two\\nstole\\nUnder the green ascent of sycamores\\nIf we had come upon a thing like that\\nSuddenly\\nSeb. A thing there again a\\nthing\\nOtti. Then, Venus body, had we come\\nupon\\nMy husband Luca Gaddi s murdered\\ncorpse\\nWithin there, at his couch-foot, covered\\nclose", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Would you have pored upon it Why\\npersist\\nIn poring now upon it For t is here\\nAs much as there in the deserted house\\nYou cannot rid your eyes of it. For me,\\nNow he is dead I hate him worse I\\nhate\\nDare you stay here I would go back\\nand hold\\nHis two dead hands, and say, I hate\\nyt)u worse,\\nLuca, than\\nSeb. Off, off take your hands off mine,\\nT is the hot evening off oh, morning\\nis it\\nOtti. There s one thing must be done;\\nyou know what thing.\\nCome in and help to carry. We may\\nsleep\\nAnywhere in the whole wide house to-\\nnight.\\nSeb. What would come, think you, if we\\nlet him lie\\nJust as he is Let him lie there until", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "U:\\nThe angels take him He is turned by\\nthis\\nOff from his face beside, as you will see.\\nOtti. This dusty pane might serve for\\nlooking-glass.\\nThree, four four gray hairs Is it so\\nyou said\\nA plait of hair should wave across my\\nneck\\nNo this way.\\nSeb. Ottima, I would give your neck,\\nEach splendid shoulder, both those\\nbreasts of yours,\\nThat this were undone Killing Kill\\nthe world.\\nSo Luca lives again ay, lives to sputter\\nHis fulsome dotage on you yes, and\\nfeign\\nSurprise that I return at eve to sup.\\nWhen all the morning I was loitering\\nhere\\nBid me despatch my business and begone.\\nI would", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "i^V\u00c2\u00a3^\\nOtti. My poor lost friend\\nSeb. He gave me\\nI Life, nothing less what if he did reproach I\\nI My perfidy, and threaten, and do more\\nI Had he no right What was to wonder\\nat?\\nHe sat by us at table quietly\\nWhy must you lean across till our cheeks\\ntouched\\nCould he do less than make pretence to\\nstrike\\nT is not the crime s sake I d commit\\nten crimes\\nGreater, to have this crime wiped out,\\nundone\\nAnd you O how feel you? Feel you\\nfor me\\nOtti. Well then, I love you better now\\nthan ever.\\nAnd best (look at me while I speak to\\nyou)\\nBest for the crime nor do I grieve, in\\ntruth.\\nThis mask, this simulated ignorance.\\nl-l\\nW:\\nj^W\\nifeoivrj\\nr^!\\ni^y\\nC m\\njmjy\\nl m", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "g^ ^OVL^_^]^TJLi^^jS\u00c2\u00a3W^ 2s^^\\nLest you should grow too full of me\\nyour face\\nSo seemed athirst for miy whole soul and\\nbody\\nOtti. And when I ventured to receive\\nyou here,\\nMade you steal hither in the mornings\\nSeb. When\\nI used to look up neath the shrub-house\\nhere,\\nTill the red fire on its glazed windows\\nspread\\nTo a yellow haze\\nOtti. Ah my sign was, the sun\\nInfiamed the sere side of yon chestnut-\\ntree\\nNipped by the first frost.\\nSeb. You would always laugh\\nAt my wet boots I had to stride through\\ngrass\\nOver my ankles.\\nOtti. Then our crowning night", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "S^vrfM\\nSeb. The July night\\nOtti. The day of it too, Sebald\\nWhen heaven s pillars seemed o erbowed\\nwith heat,\\nIts black-blue canopy suffered descend\\nClose on us both, to weigh down each to\\neach.\\nAnd smother up all life except our life.\\nSo lay we till the storm came.\\nSeb. How it came\\nOtti. Buried in woods we lay, you recol-\\nlect\\nSwift ran the searching tempest over-\\nhead\\nAnd ever and anon some bright white\\nshaft\\nBurned through the pine-tree roof, here\\nburned and there.\\nAs if God s messenger through the close\\nwood screen\\nPlunged and replunged his weapon at a\\nventure,\\nFeeling for guilty thee and me then\\nbroke\\nThe thunder like a whole sea overhead\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^M\\n^ti.\\nN 1^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Seb. Yes!\\nOtti. While I stretched myself upon\\nyou, hands\\nTo hands, my mouth to your hot mouth,\\nand shook\\nAll my locks loose, and covered you with\\nthem\\nYou, Sebald, the same you\\nSeb. Slower, Ottima!\\nOtti. And as we lay\\nSeb. Less vehemently Love me\\nForgive me Take not words, mere\\nwords, to heart\\nYour breath is worse than wine. Breathe\\nslow, speak slow\\nDo not lean on me\\nOtti. Sebald, as we lay.\\nRising and falling only with our pants,\\nW^ho said, Let death come now T is\\nright to die\\nRight to be punished Nought com-\\npletes such bliss", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "But woe Who said that\\nSeb. How did we ever rise\\nWas t that we slept Why did it end\\nOtti. I felt you\\nTaper into a point the ruffled ends\\nOf my loose locks twixt both your humid\\nlips.\\nMy hair is fallen now knot it again\\nSeb. I kiss you now, dear Ottima, now\\nand now\\nThis way Will you forgive me be\\nonce more\\nMy great queen\\nOtti. Bind it thrice about my brow;\\nCrown me your queen, your spirit s\\narbitress,\\nMagnificent in sin. Say that\\nSeb. I crown you\\nMy great white queen, my spirit s arbi-\\ntress.\\nMagnificent", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "v^S-\\nOutright now how miraculously gone\\nAll of the grace had she not strange\\ngrace once\\n^A^hy, the blank cheek hangs listless as\\nit likes,\\nNo purpose holds the features up to-\\ngether,\\nOnly the cloven brow and puckered chin\\nStay in their places and the very hair.\\nThat seemed to have a sort of life in it,\\nDrops, a dead web\\nOtti. Speak to me not of me\\nSeb. That round great full-orbed face,\\nwhere not an angle\\nBroke the delicious indolence all\\nbroken\\nOtti. To me not of me Ungrateful,\\nperjured cheat\\nA coward too but ingrate s worse than\\nall!\\nBeggar my slave a fawning, cringing\\nlie!\\nLeave me Betray me I can see your\\ndrift\\nA lie that walks and eats and drinks", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Seb. My God\\nThose morbid olive faultless shoulder-\\nblades\\nI should have known there was no blood\\nbeneath\\nOtti. You hate me then You hate me\\nthen?\\nSeb. To think\\nShe would succeed in her absurd attempt,\\nAnd fascinate by sinning, show herself\\nSuperior guilt from its excess superior\\nTo innocence That little peasant s voice\\nHas righted all again. Though I be\\nlost,\\nI know which is the better, never fear.\\nOf vice or virtue, purity or lust,\\nNature or trick I see what I have done,\\nEntirely now Oh, I am proud to feel\\nSuch torments let the world take credit\\nthence\\nS\u00c2\u00a3^iNjc, ^Bco vE^^^SvA^ ^^s\\nII", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "I, having done my deed, pay too its price\\nI hate, hate curse you God s in his\\nheaven\\n.Otti. \u00e2\u0080\u0094Me!\\nMe no, no, Sebald, not yourself kill\\nme!\\nMine is the whole crime. Do but kill me\\nthen\\nYourself then presently first hear\\nme speak\\nI always meant to kill myself wait, you\\nLean on my breast not as a breast\\ndon t love me\\nThe more because you lean on me, my\\nown\\nHeart s Sebald There, there, both\\ndeaths presently\\nSeb. My brain is drowned now quite\\ndrowned all I feel\\nIs is, at swift-recurring intervals,\\nA hurry-down within me, as of waters\\nLoosened to smother up some ghastly\\npit:\\nThere they go whirls from a black\\nfiery sea\\nOtti. Not me to him, O God, be merci-\\nful", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Talk by the way, while PIPPA is passing from the\\nhillside to Orcana. Foreign Students of Paint-\\ning and Sculpture, from Venice, assembled op-\\nposite the house of JULES, a young French\\nStatuary, at Possagno.\\n1st Student. Attention My own post is\\nbeneath this window, but the pomegran-\\nate clump yonder will hide three or four\\nof you with a little squeezing, and\\nSchramm and his pipe must lie flat in\\nthe balcony. Four, five who s a de-\\nfaulter We want everybody, for Jules\\nmust not be suffered to hurt his bride\\nwhen the jest s found out.\\n2d Stud. All here Only our poet s away\\nnever having much meant to be present,\\nmoonstrike him The airs of that fellow,\\nthat Giovacchino He was in violent\\nlove with himself, and had a fair prospect", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "of thriving in his suit, so unmolested was\\nit, when suddenly a woman falls in love\\nwith him, too; and out of pure jealousy\\nhe takes himself off to Trieste, immortal\\npoem and all whereto is this prophetical\\nepitaph appended already, as Bluphocks\\nassures me, Here a mammoth-poem\\nlies, Fouled to death by butterflies. His\\nown fault, the simpleton Instead of\\ncramp couplets, each like a knife in your\\nentrails, he should write, says Bluphocks,\\nboth classically and intelligibly. /Escu-\\nlapius, an Epic. Catalogue of the drugs\\nHebe s plaister One strip Cools your\\nlip. Phoebus emulsion One bottle Clears\\nyour throttle. Mercury s bolus One box\\nCures\\n8d Stud. Subside, my fine fellow If\\nthe marriage was over by ten o clock,", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Jules will certainly be here in a minute\\nwith his bride.\\n2d Stud. Good only, so should the\\npoet s muse have been universally ac-\\nceptable, says Bluphocks, et canibus nos-\\ntris and Delia not better known to\\nour literary dogs than the boy Giovac-\\nchino\\n1st Stud. To the point, now. Where s\\nGottlieb, the new-comer? Oh, listen,\\nGottlieb, to what has called down this\\npiece of friendly vengeance on Jules, of\\nwhich we now assemble to witness the\\nwinding-up. We are all agreed, all in a\\ntale, observe, when Jules shall burst out\\non us in a fury by and by I am spokes-\\nman the verses that are to undeceive\\nJules bear my name of Lutwyche but\\neach professes himself alike insulted by\\nfV", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "this strutting stone-squarer, who came\\nalone from Paris to Munich, and thence\\nwith a crowd of us to Venice and Pos-\\nsagno here, but proceeds in a day or two\\nalone again oh, alone indubitably to\\nRome and Florence. He, forsooth, take\\nup his portion with these dissolute, bru-\\ntalized, heartless bunglers so he was\\nheard to call us all. Now, is Schramm\\nbrutalized, I should like to know Am I\\nheartless\\nGott. Why, somewhat heartless for,\\nsuppose Jules a coxcomb as much as you\\nchoose, still, for this mere coxcombry,\\nyou will have brushed off what do folks\\nstyle it? the bloom of his life. Is it\\ntoo late to alter These love-letters\\nnow, you call his I can t laugh at\\nthem.\\n4th Stud. Because you never read the\\nsham letters of our inditing which drew\\nforth these.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "lSSst?5 ;..!.-,!:!;.;T\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\nGotf. His discovery of the truth will be\\nfrightful.\\n4th Stud. That s the joke. But you\\nshould have joined us at the beginning\\nthere s no doubt he loves the girl loves\\na model he might hire by the hour\\nGott. See here He has been accus-\\ntomed, he writes, to have Canova s\\nwomen about him, in stone, and the\\nworld s women beside him, in flesh;\\nthese being as much below, as those\\nabove, his soul s aspiration but now\\nhe is to have the reality. There you\\nlaugh again I say, you wipe off the\\nvery dew of his youth.\\n1st Stud. Schramm! (Take the pipe\\nout of his mouth, somebody Will\\nJules lose the bloom of his youth\\nSchramm. Nothing worth keeping is ever\\nlost in this world look at a blossom\\nviy", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "it drops presently, having done its\\nservice and lasted its time but fruits\\nsucceed, and where would be the blos-\\nsom s place could it continue As well\\naffirm that your eye is no longer in your\\nbody, because its earliest favorite, what-\\never it may have first loved to look on, is\\ndead and done with as that any affec-\\ntion is lost to the soul when its first\\nobject, whatever happened first to sat-\\nisfy it, is superseded in due course.\\nKeep but ever looking, whether with\\nthe body s eye or the mind s, and you\\nwill soon find something to look on\\nHas a man done wondering at women\\nthere follow men, dead and alive, to\\nwonder at. Has he done wondering at\\nmen there s God to wonder at and\\nthe faculty of wonder may be, at the\\nsame time, old and tired enough with\\nrespect to its first object, and yet young\\nand fresh sufficiently, so far as concerns\\nits novel one. Thus\\nM", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "^M?\\n1st stud. Put Schramm s pipe into his\\nmouth again There, you see Well,\\nthis Jules a wretched fribble oh, I\\nwatched his disportings at Possagno,\\nthe other day! Canova s gallery you\\nknow there he marches first resolvedly\\npast great works by the dozen without\\nvouchsafing an eye all at once he stops\\nfull at the Psiche-fanciulla cannot pass\\nthat old acquaintance without a nod of\\nencouragement In your new place,\\nbeauty Then behave yourself as well\\nhere as at Munich I see you Next\\nhe posts himself deliberately before the\\nunfinished Pieta for half an hour without\\nmoving, till up he starts of a sudden, and\\nthrusts his very nose into I say, into\\nthe group by which gesture you are\\ninformed that precisely the sole point he\\nhad not fully mastered in Canova s prac-\\ntice was a certain method of using the\\ni", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "drill in the articulation of the knee-joint\\nand that, likewise, has he mastered at\\nlength Good-bye therefore, to poor\\nCanova whose gallery no longer needs\\ndetain his successor Jules, the predes-\\ntinated novel thinker in marble\\n5th Stud. Tell him about the women:\\nI go on to the women\\n1st Stud. Why, on that matter he could\\nnever be supercilious enough. How\\nshould we be other (he said) than the\\npoor devils you see, with those debasing\\nhabits we cherish He was not to wal-\\nlow in that mire, at least he would wait,\\nand love only at the proper time, and\\nmeanwhile put up with the Psiche-\\nfanciulla. Now, I happened to hear of\\na young Greek real Greek girl at\\nMalamocco a true Islander, do you\\nsee, with Alciphron s hair like sea-\\nmoss Schramm knows white and\\nquiet as an apparition, and fourteen years", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "old at farthest, a daughter of Natalia,\\nso she swears that hag Natalia^ who\\nhelps us to models at three lire an hour.\\nWe selected this girl for the heroine of\\nour jest. So first, Jules received a\\nscented letter somebody had seen\\nhis Tydeus at the Academy, and my\\npicture was nothing to it a profound\\nadmirer bade him persevere would\\nmake herself known to him ere long.\\n(Paolina, my little friend of the Fenice,\\ntranscribes divinely.) And in due time,\\nthe mysterious correspondent gave cer-\\ntain hints of her peculiar charms the\\npale cheeks, the black hair whatever,\\nin short, had struck us in our Malamocco\\nmodel we retained her name, too\\nPhene, which is, by interpretation, sea-\\neagle. Now, think of Jules finding him-\\nself distinguished from the herd of us by\\nsuch a creature In his very first answer\\nhe proposed marrying his monitress and\\nfj?-^^:ClBCo ^^^^pvAi;^^sJ", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": ".Z^\\n^N\\n^2^\\nlOOK/\\nfi\\niJBVi Sj\\nfancy us over these letters, two, three\\ntimes a day, to receive and dispatch I i\\nconcocted the main of it relations were\\nin the way secrecy must be observed\\nin fine, would he wed her on trust, and\\nonly speak to her when they were indis-\\nsolubly united? St st Here they\\ncome\\n6th Stud. Both of them Heaven s love,\\nspeak softly, speak within yourselves\\n6th Stud. Look at the bridegroom Half\\nhis hair in storm and half in calm,\\npatted down over the left temple, like\\na frothy cup one blows on to cool it and\\nthe same old blouse that he murders the\\nmarble in.\\n2d Stud. Not a rich vest like yours,\\nHannibal Scratchy rich, that your\\nface may the better set it off.\\n6th Stud. And the bride Yes, sure\\nenough, our Phene Should you have\\nl^^i\\n^\u00c2\u00abft.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Do not die, Phene\\nyou\\nAre mine now let Fate reach me how\\nshe likes,\\nIf you ll not die: so, never die! Sit\\nhere\\nMy work-room s single seat. I over-lean\\nThis length of hair and lustrous front\\nthey turn\\nLike an entire flower upward eyes, lips,\\nlast\\nYour chin no, last your throat turns:\\nt is their scent\\nPulls down my face upon you. Nay,\\nlook ever\\nThis one way till I change, grow you\\nI could\\nChange into you, beloved\\nYou by me,\\nAnd I by you this is your hand in mine.\\nAnd side by side we sit: all s true.\\nThank God!\\nI have spoken speak you", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "O my life to come\\nMy Tydeus must be carved that s there\\nin clay;\\nYet how be carved, with you about the\\nroom\\nWhere must I place you When I\\nthink that once\\nThis room-full of rough block-work\\nseemed my heaven\\nWithout you Shall I ever work again,\\nGet fairly into my old ways again,\\nBid each conception stand while, trait by\\ntrait.\\nMy hand transfers its lineaments to\\nstone\\nWill my mere fancies live near you,\\ntheir truth\\nThe live truth, passing and repassing\\nme,\\nSitting beside me\\nNow speak\\nOnly first.\\nSee, all your letters Was t not well\\ncontrived", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "mC\\nBistre and azure by Bessarion s scribe\\nRead this line no, shame Homer s\\nbe the Greek\\nFirst breathed me from the lips of my\\nGreek girl\\nThis Odyssey in coarse black vivid type\\nWith faded yellow blossoms twixt page\\nand page,\\nTo mark great places with due gratitude\\nHe said, and on Antinous directed\\nA bitter shaft a flower blots out\\nthe rest\\nAgain upon your search My statues,\\nthen\\nAh, do not mind that better that\\nwill look\\nWhen cast in bronze an Almaign\\nKaiser, that.\\nSwart-green and gold, with truncheon\\nbased on hip.\\nThis, rather, turn to What, unrecog-\\nnized\\nI thought you would have seen that here\\nyou sit\\nAs I imagined you, Hippolyta,\\nNaked upon her bright Numidian horse.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Recall you this then Carve in bold\\nrelief\\nSo you commanded carve, against I\\ncome,\\nA Greek, in Athens, as our fashion was,\\nFeasting, bay-filleted and thunder-free, r^t\\nWho rises neath the lifted myrtle-branch.\\nPraise those who slew Hipparchus\\ncry the guests,\\nWhile o er thy head the singer s myrtle\\nwaves\\nAs erst above our champion stand up,\\nall\\nSee, I have labored to express your\\nthought.\\nQuite round, a cluster of mere hands and\\n(Thrust in all senses, all ways, from all i^f^M^\\nsides.\\nOnly consenting at the branch s end\\nThey strain toward) serves for frame to\\na sole face,\\nThe Praiser s, in the centre who with\\neyes\\nSightless, so bend they back to light\\ninside", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "His brain where visionary forms throng-\\nup,\\nSings, minding not that palpitating arch\\nOf hands and arms, nor the quick drip of\\nwine\\nFrom the drenched leaves o erhead, nor\\ncrowns cast off,\\nViolet and parsley crowns to trample\\non\\nSings, pausing as the patron-ghosts\\napprove.\\nDevoutly their unconquerable hymn.\\nBut you must say a well to that say\\nwell\\nBecause you gaze am I fantastic,\\nsweet\\nGaze like my very life s-stuff, marble\\nmarbly\\nEven to the silence Why, before I\\nfound\\nThe real flesh Phene, 1 inured myself\\nTo see, throughout all nature, varied\\nstuff\\nFor better nature s birth by means of art\\nWith me, each substance tended to one\\nform\\n/^S^\\nJl", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Of beauty to the human archetype.\\nOn every side occurred suggestive germs\\nOf that the tree, the flower or take\\nthe fruit,\\nSome rosy shape, continuing the peach,\\nA Curved beewise o er its bough as rosy\\nlimbs.\\nDepending, nestled in the leaves and\\njust\\nFrom a cleft rose-peach the whole Dryad\\nsprang.\\nBut of the stuffs one can be master of.\\nHow I divined their capabilities\\nFrom the soft-rinded smoothening facile\\nchalk\\nThat yields your outline to the air s\\nembrace.\\nHalf-softened by a halo s pearly gloom\\nDown to the crisp imperious steel, so sure\\nTo cut its one confided thought clean out\\nOf all the world. But marble neath\\nmy tools\\nTiie Drjy2^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "More pliable than jelly as it were\\nSome clear primordial creature dug from\\ndepths\\nIn the earth s heart, where itself breeds\\nitself,\\nAnd whence all baser substance may be\\nworked\\nRefine it off to air, you may, condense\\nit\\nDown to the diamond is not metal\\nthere.\\nWhen o er the sudden speck my chisel\\ntrips\\nNot flesh, as flake off flake I scale,\\napproach,\\nLay bare those bluish veins of blood\\nasleep\\nLurks flame in no strange windings\\nwhere, surprised\\nBy the swift implement sent home at\\nonce.\\nFlushes and glowings radiate and hover\\nAbout its track\\nPhene what why is this\\nI ^^Ji That whitening cheek, those still dilating\\n[life: Ah, you will die I knew that you\\nwould die\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^B\\nl^\\\\", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "_jV0..\\n^;^jr^:=\\nPHENE begins, on his having long remained\\nsilent.\\nNow the end s coming to be sure, it\\nmust\\nHave ended sometime Tush, why need\\nI speak\\nTheir foolish speech I cannot bring to\\nmind\\nOne half of it, beside and do not care\\nFor old Natalia now, nor any of them.\\nOh, you what are you if I do not try\\nTo say the words Natalia made me learn,\\nTo please your friends, it is to keep\\nmyself\\nWhere your voice lifted me, by letting\\nthat\\nProceed but can it Even you, perhaps,\\nCannot take up, now you have once let\\nfall,\\nand me along with\\nThe music s life,\\nthat\\nNo, or you would\\nwe are\\nAbove the world.\\nWe 11 stay, then, as\\nV^i3^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "More of your words to me was t in the\\ntone\\nOr the words, your power\\nI Or stay I will repeat\\nTheir speech, if that contents you Only\\nchange\\nNo more, and I shall find it presently\\nFar back here, in the brain yourself filled\\nup.\\nNatalia threatened me that harm should\\nfollow\\nUnless I spoke their lesson to the end,\\nBut harm to me, I thought she meant,\\nnot you.\\nYour friends, Natalia said they were\\nyour friends\\nAnd meant you well, because I doubted\\nit,\\nObserving (what was very strange to see)\\nOn every face, so different in all else,\\nThe same smile girls like me are used to\\nbear,\\nBut never men, men cannot stoop so low", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "As in the apple s core, the noisome fly\\nFor insects on the rind are seen at once,\\nAnd brushed aside as soon, but this is\\nfound\\nOnly when on the lips or loathing tongue.\\nAnd so he read what I have got by heart\\nI 11 speak it, Do not die, love I am\\nyours\\nNo is not that, or like that, part of\\nwords\\nYourself began by speaking Strange\\nto lose\\nWhat cost such pains to learn Is this\\nmore right", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "In the hatefullest nook to dwell\\nBut lo, where I flung myself prone, couched Love\\nWhere the shadow threefold fell.\\n(The meaning those black bride s eyes above,\\nNot a painter s lip should tell\\nAnd here, said he, Jules probably\\nwill ask,\\nYou have black eyes, Love, you are,\\nsure enough.\\nMy peerless bride, then do you tell\\nindeed\\nWhat needs some explanation What\\nmeans this\\nAnd I am to go on, without a word\\n^=^1", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "il", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "And seek in the Valley of Love\\nThe nest, or the nook in Hate s Grove,\\nWhere my soul may surely reach\\nThe essence, nought less, of each.\\nThe Hate of all Hates, the Love\\nOf all Loves, in the Valley or Grove,\\nI find them the very warders\\nEach of the other s borders.\\nWhen I love most, Love is disguised\\nIn Hate and when Hate is surprised\\nIn Love, then I hate most ask\\nHow^ Love smiles through Hate s iron casque,\\nHate grins through Love s rose-braided mask,\\nAnd how, having hated thee,", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": ".j^^i^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "JULES resumes.\\nWhat name was that the little girl sang\\nforth\\nKate The Cornaro, doubtless, who re-\\nnounced\\nThe crown of Cyprus to be lady here\\nAt Asolo, where still her memory stays,\\nAnd peasants sing how once a certain\\npage\\nPined for the grace of her so far above\\nHis power of doing good to, Kate the\\nQueen\\nShe never could be wronged, be poor,\\nhe sighed,\\nNeed him to help her\\nYes, a bitter thing\\nTo see our lady above all need of us\\nYet so we look ere we will love not I,\\nBat the world looks so. If whoever loves\\nMust be, in some sort, god or worshipper.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "The blessing or the blest one, queen or\\npage,\\n\\\\A^hy should we always choose the page s\\npart\\nHere is a woman with utter need of\\nme,\\nI find myself queen here, it seems\\nHow strange\\nLook at the woman here with the new\\nsoul.\\nLike my own Psyche, fresh upon her\\nlips\\nAlit, the visionary butterfly.\\nWaiting my word to enter and make\\nbright,\\nOr flutter off and leave all blank as first.\\nThis body had no soul before, but slept\\nOr stirred, was beauteous or ungainly,\\nfree\\nFrom taint or foul with stain, as outward\\nthings\\nFastened their image on its passiveness\\nNow, it will wake, feel, live or die\\nagain", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Shall to produce form out of unshaped\\nstuff\\nBe Art and further, to evoke a soul\\nFrom form be nothing This new soul\\nis mine\\nNow, to kill Lutwyche, what would that\\ndo save\\nA wretched dauber, men will hoot to\\ndeath\\nWithout me, from their hooting. Oh, to\\nhear\\nGod s voice plain as I heard it first, before\\nThey broke in with their laughter I\\nheard them\\nHenceforth, not God.\\nTo Ancona Greece some isle\\nI wanted silence only there is clay\\nEverywhere. One may do whate er one\\nlikes\\nIn Art the only thing is, to make sure\\nThat one does like it which takes pains\\nto know.\\no sg^j^g\u00c2\u00a7S\\\\w^ s](^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Scatter all this, my Phene this mad\\ndream\\nWho, what is Lutwyche, what Natalia s\\nfriends.\\nWhat the whole world except our love\\nmy own.\\nOwn Phene But I told you, did I not.\\nEre night we travel for your land some\\nisle\\nW^ith the sea s silence on it Stand\\naside\\nI do but break these paltry models up\\nTo begin Art afresh. Meet Lutwyche,\\nI\\nAnd save him from my statue meeting\\nhim\\nSome unsuspected isle in the far seas!\\nLike a god going through his world, there\\nstands\\nOne mountain for a moment in the dusk.\\nWhole brotherhoods of cedars on its\\nbrow\\nAnd you are ever by me while I gaze\\nAre in my arms as now as now as\\nnow\\nSome unsuspected isle in the far seas\\nSome unsuspected isle in far-off seas\\n/\u00c2\u00abft.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "Bluphocks.* So, that is your Pippa,\\nthe little girl who passed us singing\\nWell, your Bishop s Intendant s money\\nshall be honestly earned now, don t\\nmake me that sour face because I bring\\nthe Bishop s name into the business\\nwe know he can have nothing to do with\\nsuch horrors we know that he is a saint\\nand all that a bishop should be, who is a\\ngreat man beside. Oh were but every\\nworm a maggot, Every fly a grig, Every\\nbough a Christmas fagot. Every tune a\\njig In fact, I have abjured all reli-\\ngions but the last I inclined to was the\\nHe maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on\\nthe good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the\\nunjust.\\n1", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Arminian: for I have travelled, do you\\nsee, and at Koenigsberg-, Prussia Im-\\nproper (so styled because there s a sort\\nof bleak hungry sun there), you might\\nremark over a venerable house-porch,\\na certain Chaldee inscription and brief\\nas it is, a mere glance at it used abso-\\nlutely to change the mood of every\\nbearded passenger. In they turned, one\\nand all the young and lightsome, with\\nno irreverent pause, the aged and de-\\ncrepit, with a sensible alacrity: twas\\nthe Grand Rabbi s abode, in short.\\nStruck with curiosity, I lost no time\\nin learning Syriac (these are vowels,\\nyou dogs, follow my stick s end in\\nthe mud Celarent, Dan i, Ferio and\\none morning presented myself, spelling-\\nbook in hand, a, b, c, I picked it out\\nletter by letter, and what was the purport\\nI\\nA", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "of this miraculous posy Some cher-\\nished legend of the past, you 11 say\\nHow Moses hocus-pocussed Egypt s\\nland with fly and locust, or, How to\\nJonah sounded harshish, Get thee up and\\ngo to Tarshish, or, How the angel\\nmeeting Balaam, Straight his ass returned\\na salaam. In no wise! Shackabrack\\nBoach somebody or other Isaach,\\nRe-cei-uer, Pur-cha-ser and Ex-chan-ger\\nof Stolen Goods! So, talk to me of\\nthe religion of a bishop I have re-\\nnounced all Bishops save Bishop Beve-\\nridge mean to live so and die As\\nsome Greek dog-sage, dead and merry.\\nHell ward bound in Charon s wherry. With\\nfood for both worlds, under and upper,\\nLupine-seed and Hecate s supper, And\\nnever an obolus (Though thanks to\\nyou, or this Intendant through you, or\\ny^?^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "IC ^c\\n^^X; jDOJX_^ptl_^^^w^Vv^2s^^\\nthis Bishop through his Intendant I\\npossess a burning pocket-full of zwan-\\nzigers) To pay the Stygian Ferry\\n1st Pol. There is the girl, then go and\\ndeserve them the moment you have\\npointed out to us Signor Luigi and his\\nmother. {To the rest.^ I have been\\nnoticing a house yonder, this long while\\nnot a shutter unclosed since morning!\\n2d Pol. Old Luca Gaddi s, that owns the\\nsilk-mills here he dozes by the hour,\\nwakes up, sighs deeply, says he should\\nlike to be Prince Metternich, and then\\ndozes again, after having bidden young\\nSebald, the foreigner, set his wife to\\nplaying draughts. Never molest such\\na household, they mean well.\\nc\\nBlup. Only, cannot you\\nthing of this little Pippa\\ntell\\nI\\nme\\nmust\\nsome-\\nhave\\nJ\\n4\\ni", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "kM-\\nto do with One could make something\\nof that name. Pippa that is, short for\\nFelippa rhyming to Panurge consults\\nHertrippa Belieuest thou, King Agn ppa?\\nSomething might be done with that name.\\n2d Pol. Put into rhyme that your head\\nand a ripe muskmelon would not be\\ndear at half a zwanziger Leave this\\nfooling, and look out the afternoon s\\nover or nearly so.\\n8d Pol. Where in this passport of Signor\\nLuigi does our Principal instruct you to\\nwatch him so narrowly? There? What s\\nthere beside a simple signature? (That\\nEnglish fool s busy watching.)\\n2d Pol. Flourish all round Put all\\n/\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^i possible obstacles in his way oblong\\ndot at the end Detain him till further", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "advices reach you scratch at bottom\\nSend him back on pretence of some\\ninformality in the above ink-spirt on\\nright-hand side (which is the case here)\\nArrest him at once. Why and\\nwherefore, I don t concern myself, but\\nmy instructions amount to this: if\\nSignor Luigi leaves home to-night for\\nVienna well and good, the passport\\ndeposed with us for our uisa is really for\\nhis own use, they have misinformed the\\nOffice, and he means well but let him\\nstay over to-night there has been the\\npretence we suspect, the accounts of his\\ncorresponding and holding intelligence\\nwith the Carbonari are correct, we arrest\\nhim at once, to-morrow comes Venice,\\nand presently Spielberg. Bluphocks\\nmakes the signal, sure enough That\\nis he, entering the turret with his\\nmother, no doubt.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "LsliilLBJS^^^r^^iR^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Hand under chin of each grave earthy\\nface.\\nUp and show faces all of you All of\\nyou\\nThat s the king dwarf with the scarlet\\ncomb old Franz,\\nCome down and meet your fate Hark\\nMeet your fate\\nMother. Let him not meet it, my Luigi\\ndo not\\nGo to his City! Putting crime aside,\\nHalf of these ills of Italy are feigned\\nYour Pellicos and writers for effect,\\nWrite for effect.\\nLuigi. Hush Say A writes, and B.\\n/Mother. These A s and B s write for\\neffect, I say.\\nThen, evil is in its nature loud, while\\ngood\\nIs silent you hear each petty injury.\\nNone of his virtues he is old beside.\\nQuiet and kind, and densely stupid.\\nWhy\\nDo A and B not kill him themselves", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "And see men merry as if no Italy\\nWere suffering; then I ponder I am\\nrich,\\nYoung, healthy why should this fact\\ntrouble me,\\nMore than it troubles these But it\\ndoes trouble.\\nNo, trouble s a bad word for as I walk\\nThere s springing and melody and giddi-\\nness.\\nAnd old quaint turns and passages of my\\nyouth.\\nDreams long forgotten, little in them-\\nselves,\\nReturn to me whatever may amuse\\nme\\nAnd earth seems in a truce with me, and\\nheaven\\nAccords with me, all things suspend their\\nstrife.\\nThe very cicala laughs There goes he,\\nand there\\nFeast him, the time is short he is on his\\nway\\nFor the world s sake feast him this\\nonce, our friend\\nAnd in return for all this, I can trip", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Cheerfully up the scaffold-steps. I go\\nThis evening, mother\\nMother. But mistrust yourself\\nMistrust the judgment you pronounce\\non him\\nLuigi. Oh, there I feel am sure that I\\nam right\\nMother. Mistrust your judgment then,\\nof the mere means\\nTo this wild enterprise say, you are\\nright,\\nHow should one in your state e er bring\\nto pass\\nWhat would require a cool head, a cold\\nheart.\\nAnd a calm hand You never will\\nescape.\\nLuigi. Escape? To even wish that,\\nwould spoil ail.\\nThe dying is best part of it. Too much\\nHave I enjoyed these fifteen years of\\nmine,\\nTo leave myself excuse for longer life\\nWas not life pressed down, running o er\\nwith joy.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "E/xk /^pi\\n^OX pULt^^JVv^JV^\\nThat I might finish with it ere my fellows\\nWho, sparelier feasted, make a longer\\nstay\\nI was put at the board-head, helped to all\\nAt first I rise up happy and content.\\nGod must be glad one loves his world so\\nmuch.\\nI can give news of earth to all the dead\\nWho ask me last year s sunsets, and\\ngreat stars\\nWhich had a right to come first and see\\nebb\\nThe crimson wave that drifts the sun\\naway\\nThose crescent moons with notched and\\nburning rims\\nThat strengthened into sharp fire, and\\nthere stood.\\nImpatient of the azure and that day\\nIn March, a double rainbow stopped the\\nstorm\\nMay s warm slow yellow moonlit sum-\\nmer nights\\nGone are they, but I have them in my\\nsoul\\nS^\\n^3^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Will serve, but no one ever will consider\\nFor what his worst defect might serve\\nand yet\\nHave you not seen me range our coppice\\nyonder\\nIn search of a distorted ash? I find\\nThe wry spoilt branch a natural perfect\\nbow.\\nFancy the thrice-sage, thrice-precau-\\ntioned man\\nArriving at the palace on my errand\\nNo, no I have a handsome dress\\npacked up\\nWhite satin here, to set off my black\\nhair\\nIn I shall march for you may watch\\nyour life out\\nBehind thick walls, make friends there to\\nbetray you\\nMore than one man spoils everything.\\nMarch straight\\nOnly, no clumsy knife to fumble for,\\nTake the great gate, and walk (not\\nsaunter) on\\nThrough guards and guards I have\\nrehearsed it all\\n^Ji", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "Inside the turret here a hundred times.\\nDon t ask the way of whom you ineet,\\nobserve\\nBut where they cluster thickliest is the\\ndoor\\nOf doors; they ll let you pass they ll\\nnever blab\\nEach to the other, he knows not the\\nfavorite,\\nWhence he is bound and what s his\\nbusiness now.\\nWalk in straight up to him you have\\nno knife\\nBe prompt, how should he scream\\nThen, out with you\\nItaly, Italy, my Italy\\nYou re free, you re free Oh mother, I\\ncould dream\\nThey got about me Andrea from his\\nexile.\\nPier from his dungeon, Gualtier from his\\ngrave\\nMother. Well, you shall go. Yet seems\\nthis patriotism\\nThe easiest virtue for a selfish man\\nTo acquire he loves himself and next,\\nthe world", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "If he must love beyond, but nought\\nbetween\\nAs a short-sighted man sees nought\\nmidway\\nHis body and the sun above. But you\\nAre my adored Luigi, ever obedient\\nTo my least wish, and running o er with\\nlove\\nI could not call you cruel or unkind.\\nOnce more, your ground for killing him\\nthen go\\nLuigi. Now do you try me, or make\\nsport of me\\nHow first the Austrians got these prov-\\ninces\\n(If that is all, I 11 satisfy you soon)\\nNever by conquest but by cunning, for\\nThat treaty whereby\\nMotlier. Well\\nLuigi. (Sure, he s arrived.\\nThe tell-tale cuckoo spring s his confi-\\ndant,", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Luigi. True, mother. Well for those\\nwho live through June\\nGreat noontides, thunder-storms, all|\\ng-laring pomps\\nThat triumph at the heels of June the ^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^^^x^\\ngod\\nLeading his revel through our leafy world.\\nYes, Chiara will be here.\\nMother. In June remember,\\nYourself appointed that month for her\\ncoming.\\nLuigi. Was that low noise the echo 1\\nMother. The night-wind.\\nShe must be grown with her blue eyes\\nupturned\\nAs if life were one long and sweet\\nsurprise\\nIn June she comes.\\nLuigi. We were to see together\\nThe Titian at Treviso. There, again", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "[From without is heard the voice of PIPPA, sing-\\ning\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA king lived long ago,\\nIn the morning of the world,\\nWhen earth was nigher heaven than now\\nAnd the king s locks curled,\\nDisparting o er a forehead full\\nAs the milk-white space twixt horn and horn\\nOf some sacrificial bull\\nOnly calm as a babe new^-born\\nFor he was got to a sleepy mood,\\nSo safe from all decrepitude,\\nAge with Its bane, so sure gone by,\\n(The gods so loved him while he dreamed)\\nThat, having lived thus long, there seemed\\nNo need the king should ever die.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Talk by the way, while PIPPA is passing from the\\nTurret to the Bishop s Brother s House, close\\nto the Duomo S. Maria. Poor GIRLS sitting\\non the steps.\\n1st Girl. There goes a swallow to Venice\\nthe stout seafarer!\\nSeeing those birds fly, makes one wish\\nfor wings.\\nLet us all wish you, wish first\\n2cl Girl. I This sunset\\nTo finish.\\n3d Girl. That old somebody I know,\\nGrayer and older than my grandfather,\\nTo give me the same treat he gave last\\nweek\\nFeeding me on his knee with fig-peckers.\\nLampreys and red Breganze-wine, and\\nmumbling\\nThe while some folly about how well 1\\nfare.\\nLet sit and eat my supper quietly", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "Since had he not himself been late this\\nmorning\\nDetained at never mind where, had\\nhe not\\nEh, baggage, had I not\\n2d Girl. How she can lie\\n8d Girl. Look there by the nails\\n2d Girl. What makes your fingers red\\nSd Girl. Dipping them into wine to write\\nbad words with\\nOn the bright table how he laughed\\n1st Girl. My turn.\\nSpring s come and summer s coming.\\nI would wear\\nA long loose gown, down to the feet and\\nhands.\\nWith plaits here, close about the throat,\\nall day\\nAnd all night lie, the cool long nights, in\\nbed;\\nAnd have new milk to drink, apples to\\neat,\\nDeuzans and junetings, leather-coats\\nah, I should say.\\nThis is away in the fields miles\\nA3^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "8cl Girl. Say at once\\nYou d be at home she d always be at\\nhome\\nNow comes the story of the farm among\\nThe cherry orchards, and how April\\nsnowed\\nWhite blossoms on her as she ran. Why,\\nfool,\\nThey ve rubbed the chalk-mark out, how\\ntall you were.\\nTwisted your starling s neck, broken his\\ncage,\\nMade a dung-hill of your garden\\n1st Girl. They destroy\\nMy garden- since I left them well\\nperhaps\\nI would have done so so I hope they\\nhave\\nA fig-tree curled out of our cottage wall\\nThey called it mine, I have forgotten why,\\nIt must have been there long ere I was\\nborn:\\nCric eric I think I hear the wasps\\no erhead\\nn\\nj^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "1st Girl. When I was young, they said\\nif you killed one\\nOf those sunshiny beetles, that his friend\\nUp there, would shine no more that day\\nnor next.\\n2d Girl. When you were young Nor\\nare you young, that s true.\\nHow your plump arms, that were, have\\ndropped away\\nWhy, I can span them. Cecco beats\\nyou still 7\\nNo matter, so you keep your curious\\nhair.\\nI wish they d find a way to dye our hair\\nYour color any lighter tint, indeed.\\nThan black the men say they are sick\\nof black,\\nBlack eyes, black hair\\n4th Girl. Sick of yours, like enough.\\nDo you pretend you ever tasted lampreys\\nAnd ortolans Giovita, of the palace,", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": ")1p\\nEngaged (but there s no trusting him)\\nto slice me\\nPolenta with a knife that had cut up\\nAn ortolan.\\n2c/ Girl. Why, there Is not that Pippa\\nWe are to talk to, under the window,\\nquick\\nWhere the lights are\\n7s* Girl. That she No, or she would\\nsing,\\nFor the Intendant said\\n8d Girl. Oh, you sing first\\nThen, if she listens and comes close\\nI 11 tell you,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSing that song the young English noble\\nmade,\\nWho took you for the purest of the pure,\\nAnd meant to leave the world for you\\nwhat fun\\n2cl Girl, [sings.l\\n5\u00c2\u00a3KINCl 0AVE_^^glSvAno^s:(J^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "NIGHT\\nMon. Thanks, friends, many thanks I\\nchiefly desire life now, that I may\\nrecompense every one of you. Most I\\nknow something of already. What, a\\nrepast prepared Benedicto benedicatur\\nugh, ugh Where was I Oh, as\\nyou were remarking, Ugo, the weather is\\nmild, very unlike winter-weather but I\\nam a Sicilian, you know, and shiver in\\nyour Julys here. To be sure, when\\nt was full summer at Messina, as we\\npriests used to cross in procession\\nthe great square on Assumption Day,\\nyou might see our thickest yellow tapers\\ntwist suddenly in two, each like a falling\\nstar, or sink down on themselves in a\\ngore of wax. But go, my friends, but\\ngo [To the INTENDANT.] Not yOU, UgO\\n[The others leave the apartment.] I have long\\nwanted to converse with you, Ugo.\\niw mm/i:;;^\\nK^^^^^\\nSW^^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "Inten. Uguccio\\nMon. guccio Stefani, man! of As-\\ncoli, Fermo and Fossombruno what\\nI do need instructing about, are these\\naccounts of your administration of my\\npoor brother s affairs. Ugh I shall\\nnever get through a third part of your\\naccounts take some of these dainties\\nbefore we attempt it, however. Are\\nyou bashful to that degree For me, a\\ncrust and water suffice.\\nInten. Do you choose this especial night\\nto question me\\nMon. This night, Ugo. You have man-\\naged my late brother s affairs since the\\ndeath of our elder brother fourteen years\\nand a month, all but three days. On the\\nThird of December, I find him\\nInten. If you have so intimate an acquain-\\ntance with your brother s affairs, you will\\nbe tender of turning so far back they\\nwill hardly bear looking into, so far\\nback.\\n/^O^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "qQ. y^px ico^vj^\\nooxx jpxjLt^jsjs^zssy^ ^-^^IJ^\\nMon. Ay, ay, ugh, ugh, nothing but\\ndisappointments here below I remark\\na considerable payment made to yourself\\non this Third of December. Talk of\\ndisappointments There was a young\\nfellow here, Jules, a foreign sculptor I\\ndid my utmost to advance, that the\\nChurch might be a gainer by us both he\\nwas going on hopefully enough, and of\\na sudden he notifies to me some marvel-\\nlous change that has happened in his\\nnotions of Art. Here s his letter, He\\nnever had a clearly conceived Ideal\\nwithin his brain till to-day. Yet since\\nhis hand could manage a chisel, he has\\npractised expressing other men s Ideals;\\nand, in the very perfection he has at-\\ntained to, he foresees an ultimate fail-\\nure his unconscious hand will pursue\\nits prescribed course of old years, and\\nwill reproduce with a fatal expertness the\\nancient types, let the novel one appear\\nnever so palpably to his spirit. There is\\nbut one method of escape confiding the", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "virgin type to as chaste a hand, he will\\nturn painter instead of sculptor, and paint,\\nnot carve, its characteristics, strike\\nout, I dare say, a school like Correggio\\nhow think you, Ugo\\nInten. Is Correggio a painter?\\nMon. Foolish Jules and yet, after all,\\nwhy foolish He may probably will,\\nfail egregiously; but if there should\\narise a new painter, will it not be in\\nsome such way, by a poet now, or a\\nmusician, (spirits who have conceived\\nand perfected an Ideal through some\\nother channel) transferring it to this, and\\nescaping our conventional roads by pure\\nignorance of them eh, Ugo If you\\nhave no appetite, talk at least, Ugo!\\nInten. Sir, I can submit no longer to this\\ncourse of yours. First, you select the\\ngroup of which I formed one, next you\\nthin it gradually, always retaining me\\nwith your smile, and so do you proceed\\ntill you have fairly got me alone with\\nTm\\nM^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "you between four stone walls. And now\\nthen Let this farce, this chatter end\\nnow what is it you want with me\\nMon. Ugo\\nInten. From the instant you arrived, I\\nfelt your smile on me as you questioned\\nme about this and the other article in\\nthose papers why your brother should\\nhave given me this villa, that podere,\\nand your nod at the end meant, what\\nMon. Possibly that I wished for no loud\\ntalk here. If once you set me coughing,\\nUgo!\\nInten. I have your brother s hand and\\nseal to all I possess now ask me what\\nfor What service I did him ask me\\nMon. I would better not I should rip up\\nold disgraces, let out my poor brother s\\nweaknesses. By the way, Maffeo of\\nForli, (which, I forgot to observe, is your\\ntrue name,) was the interdict ever taken\\noff you for robbing that church at Cesena\\nJ^de^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "/nten. No, nor needs be for when I\\nmurdered your brother s friend, Pas-\\nquale, for him\\nMon. Ah, he employed you in that busi-\\nness, did he Well, I must let you keep,\\nas you say, this villa and that podere, for\\nfear the world should find out my rela-\\ntions were of so indifferent a stamp\\nMaffeo, my family is the oldest in\\nMessina, and century after century have\\nmy progenitors gone on polluting them-\\nselves with every wickedness under\\nheaven: my own father rest his\\nsoul I have, I know, a chapel to\\nsupport that it may rest my dear two\\ndead brothers were, what you know\\ntolerably well I, the youngest, might\\nhave rivalled them in vice, if not in\\nwealth but from my boyhood I came\\nout from among them, and so am not\\npartaker of their plagues. My glory\\nsprings from another source or if from\\nthis, by contrast only, for I, the bishop,\\nam the brother of your employers, Ugo.\\nY\u00c2\u00a3AlCSl", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "I hope to repair some of their wrong,\\nhowever so far as my brother s ill-\\ngotten treasure reverts to me, I can stop\\nthe consequences of his crime and not\\none soldo shall esca.pe me. Maffeo, the\\nsword we quiet men spurn away, you\\nshrewd knaves pick up and commit mur-\\nders with what opportunities the virtu-\\nous forego, the villanous seize. Because,\\nto pleasure myself apart from other con-\\nsiderations, my food would be millet-cake,\\nmy dress sackcloth, and my couch straw,\\nam I therefore to let you, the off-\\nscouring of the earth, seduce the poor\\nand ignorant by appropriating a pomp\\nthese will be sure to think lessens the\\nabominations so unaccountably and ex-\\nclusively associated with it Must I let\\nvillas and poderi go to you, a murderer\\nand thief, that you may beget by means\\nof them other murderers and thieves\\nNo if my cough would but allow me to\\nspeak", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "Inten. What am I to expect? You are\\ngoing to punish me\\nMon. Must punish you, Maffeo. I\\ncannot afford to cast away a chance. I\\nhave whole centuries of sin to redeem,\\nand only a month or two of life to do it\\nin. How should I dare to say\\nInten. Forgive us our trespasses\\nMon. My friend, it is because I avow\\nmyself a very worm, sinful beyond mea-\\nsure, that I reject a line of conduct you\\nwould applaud perhaps. Shall I proceed,\\nas it were, a-pardoning I who have\\nno symptom of reason to assume that\\naught less than my strenuousest efforts\\nwill keep myself out of mortal sin, much\\nless keep others out. No I do trespass,\\nbut will not double that by allowing you\\nto trespass.\\nInten. And suppose the villas are not\\nyour brother s to give, nor yours to take\\nOh, you are hasty enough just now!\\nUNC;\\nII", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Mon. I, 2 N\u00c2\u00b0 3! ay, can you read\\nthe substance of a letter, N\u00c2\u00b0 3, I have\\nreceived from Rome It is precisely on\\nI the ground there mentioned, of the sus-\\npicion I have that a certain child of my\\nlate elder brother, who would have suc-\\nceeded to his estates, was murdered in\\ninfancy by you, Maffeo, at the instiga-\\ntion of my late younger brother that\\nthe Pontiff enjoins on me not merely\\nthe bringing that Maffeo to condign pun-\\nishment, but the taking all pains, as\\nguardian of the infant s heritage for the\\nChurch, to recover it parcel by parcel,\\nhowsoever, whensoever, and whereso-\\never. While you are now gnawing those\\nfingers, the police are engaged in sealing\\nup your papers, Maffeo, and the mere\\nraising my voice brings my people from\\nthe next room to dispose of yourself. But\\nI want you to confess quietly, and save\\nme raising my voice. Why, man, do I\\nnot know the old story The heir\\nbetween the succeeding heir, and this", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "heir s ruffianly instrument, and their\\ncomplot s effect, and the life of fear and\\nbribes and ominous smiling silence\\nDid you throttle or stab my brother s\\ninfant Come now\\n/nten. So old a story, and tell it no\\nbetter? When did such an instrument\\never produce such an effect Either\\nthe child smiles in his face or, most\\nlikely, he is not fool enough to put him-\\nself in the employer s power so thor-\\noughly the child is always ready\\nto produce as you say howsoever,\\nwheresoever, and whensoever.\\nMon. Liar\\n/nten. Strike me Ah, so might a father\\nchastise I shall sleep soundly to-night\\nat least, though the gallows await me\\nto-morrow for what a life did I lead\\nCarlo of Cesena reminds me of his con-\\nnivance, every time I pay his annuity;\\nwhich happens commonly thrice a year.\\nIf I remonstrate, he will confess all to\\nthe good bishop you\\ny\\\\)^", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Mon. I see through the trick, caitiff I\\nwould you spoke truth for once. All\\nshall be sifted, however seven times\\nsifted.\\nInten. And how my absurd riches en-\\ncumbered me I dared not lay claim to\\nabove half my possessions. Let me but\\nonce unbosom myself, glorify Heaven,\\nand die\\nSir, you are no brutal dastardly idiot like\\nyour brother I frightened to death let us\\nunderstand one another. Sir, I will make\\naway with her for you the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0094 here\\nclose at hand not the stupid obvious\\nkind of killing do not speak know\\nnothing of her nor of me I see her\\nevery day saw her this morning: of\\ncourse there is to be no killing; but at\\nRome the courtesans perish off every\\nthree years, and I can entice her thither\\nhave indeed begun operations already.\\nThere s a certain lusty blue-eyed fiorid-\\ncomplexioned English knave, I and the\\nPolice employ occasionally. You as-\\nsent, I perceive no, that s not it\\nfe:", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "Mon. [springing up.] My people one and\\nall all within there Gag this villain\\ntie him hand and foot He dares\\nI know not half he dares but remove\\nhim quick Miserere mei, Domine\\nQuick, I say\\nf", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "PIPPA S Chamber again. She enters it.\\nThe bee with his comb,\\nThe mouse at her dray,\\nThe grub in his tomb,\\nWhile winter away\\nBut the fire-fly and hedge-shrew and lob-\\nworm, I pray,\\nHow fare they\\nHa, ha, thanks for your counsel, my\\nZanze\\nFeast upon lampreys, quaff Bre-\\nganze\\nThe summer of life so easy to spend.\\nAnd care for to-morrow so soon put\\naway!\\nBut winter hastens at summer s end.\\nAnd fire-fly, hedge-shrew, lob-worm,\\npray,\\nHow fare they", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "No bidding me then to what did\\nZanze say\\nPare your nails pearlwise, get your\\nsmall feet shoes\\nMore like (what said she?) and\\nless like canoes\\nHow pert that girl was! would I be\\nthose pert\\nImpudent staring women It had done\\nme,\\nHowever, surely no such mighty hurt\\nTo learn his name who passed that jest\\nupon me\\nNo foreigner, that I can recollect.\\nCame, as she says, a month since, to\\ninspect\\nOur silk-mills none with blue eyes and\\nthick rings\\nOf raw-silk-colored hair, at all events.\\nWell, if old Luca keep his good intents,\\nWe shall do better, see what next year\\nbrings I\\nI may buy shoes, my Zanze, not appear\\nMore destitute than you perhaps next\\nyear", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Bluph something! I had caught\\nthe uncouth name\\nBut for Monsignor s people s sudden\\nclatter\\nAbove us bound to spoil such idle\\nchatter\\nAs ours it were indeed a serious matter\\nIf silly talk like ours should put to\\nshame\\nThe pious man, the man devoid of\\nblame,\\nThe ah but ah but, all the same.\\nNo mere mortal has a right\\nTo carry that exalted air;\\nBest people are not angels quite\\nWhile not the worst of people s doings\\nscare\\nThe devil so there s that proud look to\\nspare\\nWhich is mere counsel to myself,\\nmind for\\nI have just been the holy Monsignor\\nAnd I was you too, Luigi s gentle mother.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "And you too, Luigi how that Luigi\\nstarted\\nOut of the turret doubtlessly departed\\nOn some good errand or another,\\nFor he passed just now in a traveller s\\ntrim,\\nAnd the sullen company that prowled\\nAbout his path, I noticed, scowled\\nAs if they had lost a prey in him.\\nAnd I was Jules the sculptor s bride,\\nAnd I was Ottima beside.\\nAnd now what am I tired of fooling.\\nDay for folly, night for schooling\\nNew year s day is over and spent,\\n111 or well, I must be content.\\nEven my lily s asleep, I vow\\nVJsike up here s a friend I ve plucked\\nyou\\nII", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Call this flower a heart s-ease now\\nSomething rare, let me instruct you,\\nIs this, with petals triply swollen,\\nThrice times spotted, thrice the pollen\\nWhile the leaves and parts that witness\\nOld proportions and their fitness,\\nHere remain unchanged, unmoved now;\\nCall this pampered thing improved now\\nSuppose there s a king of the flowers\\nAnd a girl-show held in his bowers\\nLook ye, buds, this growth of ours,\\nSays he, Zanze from the Brenta,\\nI have made her gorge polenta\\nTill both cheeks are near as bouncing\\nAs her name there s no pronounc-\\ning", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "See this heightened color too,\\nFor she swilled Breganze wine\\nTill her nose turned deep carmine\\nT was but white when wild she grew.\\nAnd only by this Zanze s eyes\\nOf which we could not change the size,\\nThe magnitude of all achieved\\nOtherwise, may be perceived.\\nOh what a drear dark close to my poor\\nday!\\nHow could that red sun drop in that black\\ncloud\\nAh Pippa, morning s rule is moved away, ^^^l i\\\\\\nDispensed with, never more to be\\nallowed\\nDay s turn is over, now arrives the night s.\\nOh lark, be day s apostle", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "To mavis, merle and throstle,\\nBid them their betters jostle\\nFrom day and its delights\\nBut at night, brother howlet, over the\\nwoods,\\nToll the world to thy chantry\\nSing to the bats sleek sisterhoods\\nFull complines with gallantry\\nThen, owls and bats,\\nCowls and twats,\\nMonks and nuns, in a cloister s moods.\\nAdjourn to the oak-stump pantry\\n[After she has begun to undress herself.\\nNow, one thing I should like to really\\nknow\\nHow near I ever might approach all these\\nI only fancied being, this long day", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "[Sitting on the bedside.\\nAnd border Ottima s cloak s hem.\\nAh me, and my important part with them,\\nThis morning s hymn half promised\\nwhen I rose\\nTrue in some sense or other, I suppose.\\n[As she lies down.\\nGod bless me I can pray no more\\nto-night.\\nNo doubt, some way or other, hymns\\nsay right.\\nAll service ranks the same with God\\nWith God, whose puppets, best and worst,\\nAre Ave there is no last nor first.\\n[She sleeps.", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "WIS)", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "0^ \u00e2\u0080\u00a2IV*\\nA*^\\nv^ .*i^i^ ^^0^ r.^\\n^^/\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Tr;-^\\\\\u00c2\u00ab^\\n-^^d*\\nr. -^--o^\\n\u00c2\u00abi;\\nj?^\\n\\\\*^-V\\ni:\\nn^\\n^i.\\n4^ AT\\n-ov* Mir. ^^o\\no A\\n\u00c2\u00b0-n.^.\\n/.-A-i:./^. .^\\\\*i?\u00c2\u00abk:.% .A:i-il-/V", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "/^X .TO^-* -^m. /X ^WS fX -J", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "I\\n^*Vl:^I?;ii!ii;iwri\\n:ii\u00c2\u00ab#i;||i", "height": "4117", "width": "2631", "jp2-path": "pippapasses02brow_0146.jp2"}}