The Duke of Gandia

The Duke of Gandia

Ay, fair motheray. Thou hast loved my father likewise. Dost thou love Giuliathe sweet Farnesecalled the Fair In all the Roman streets that call thee Rose? And that bright babe Giovanni, whom our sire, Thy holy lord and hers, hath stamped at birth As duke of Nepi? And fill thee full, Sweet sinless mother. Fear it not. Thou hast Children more loved of him and thee than me Our bright Francesco, born to smile and sway, And her whose face makes pale the sun in heaven, Whose eyes outlaugh the splendour of the sea, Whose hair has all noons wonders in its weft, Whose mouth is Gods and Italys one rose, Lucrezia. God alone Knows. Was not Godthe God of love, who bade His son be man because he hated man, And saw him scourged and hanging, and at last Forgave the sin wherewith he had stamped us, seeing So fair a full atonementwas not God Bridesman when Christs crowned vicar took to bride My mother? There too my sire had found thee. Priests Make way where warriors dare notsave when war Sets wide the floodgates of the weirs of hell. And what hast thou to do with sin? Hath he Whose sin was thine not given thee there and then Gods actual absolution? Mary lived Gods virgin, and Gods mother: mine art thou, Who am Christlike even as thou art virginal. And if thou love me or love me not God knows, And God, who made me and my sire and thee, May take the charge upon him. I am I. Somewhat I think to do before my day Pass from me. Did I love thee not at all, I would not bid thee know it. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 6024
Author: Swinburne, Algernon Charles
Release Date: Jul 1, 2004
Format: eBook
Language: English