Sordello
| dc.contributor | Karlin, D |
| dc.contributor.author | Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | London |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:42:08Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T14:42:08Z |
| dc.date.created | 1840 |
| dc.date.issued | 1991-01-11 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1418 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1418 |
| dc.description.abstract | 1st ed |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 298 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Poems -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.title | Sordello |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 305179 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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SORDELLO
Book the First
Who will, may hear Sordello's story told:
His story? Who believes me shall behold
The man, pursue his fortunes to the end
Like me; for as the friendless people's friend
5 Spied from his hill-top once, despite the din
And dust of multitudes, Pentapolin
Named o' the Naked Arm, I single out
Sordello, compassed murkily about
With ravage of six long sad hundred years:
Only believe me. Ye believe?
10 Appears
Verona ... Never, I should warn you first,
Of my own choice had this, if not the worst
Yet not the best expedient, served to tell
A story I could body forth so well
15 By making speak, myself kept out of view,
The very man as he was wont to do,
And leaving you to say the rest for him:
Since, though I might be proud to see the dim
Abysmal P . . .
