By death of her, the Marquisate returned To that Orsini House from whence it came: To Santa Croce from their ancestors. And no word more? By all means! Would you know 270 The authoritative answer, when folk urged "What made Aldobrandini, hound-like staunch, By reason they were rivals in their love." The Cardinal's desire was to a dame Whose favour was Onofrio's. Pricked with pride, The simpleton must ostentatiously Display a ring, the Cardinal's love-gift, Given to Onofrio as the lady's gage; Which ring on finger, as he put forth hand To draw a tapestry, the Cardinal Saw and knew, gift and owner, old and young; Whereon a fury entered him - the fire He quenched with what coul. quench fire only — blood. The unwise boy, a certain festal eve, Feigned ignorance of who the wight might be To put a face upon the incident, Dared next day, smug as ever, go pay court I' the Cardinal's antechamber. Mark and mend, So ends the chronicler, beginning with That Victor rules, this present year, in Rome? PORPHYRIA'S LOVER. I. HE rain set early in to-night, S 280 290 300 II. When glided in Porphyria; straight Blaze up, and all the cottage warm; III. Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl, When no voice replied, IV. She put my arm about her waist, And made her smooth white shoulder bare, And all her yellow hair displaced, And, stooping, made my cheek lie there, And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair, V. Murmuring how she loved me- she From pride, and vainer ties dissever, VI. But passion sometimes would prevail, A sudden thought of one so pale So, she was come thro' wind and rain. VII. Be sure I looked up at her eyes Happy and proud; at last I knew Porphyria worshiped me; surprise Made my heart swell, and still it grew While I debated what to do. VIII. That moment she was mine, mine, fair, A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound IX. And strangled her. No pain felt she; I warily oped her lids: again X. And I untightened next the tress About her neck; her cheek once more Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss: I propped her head up as before. XI. Her head, which droops upon it still: So glad it has its utmost will, That all it scorned at once is fled, XII. Porphyria's love: she guessed not how 40 50 Her darling one wish would be heard. And thus we sit together now. And all night long we have not stirred, 60 FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL A Reminiscence of A.D. 1676. I. No, boy, we must not (so began My Uncle - he 's with God long since A-petting me, the good old man!) We must not (and he seemed to wince, And lost that laugh whereto had grown II. When I was young, indeed, ah, faith III. I'll tell you (and his eye regained IV. There was, then, in my youth, and yet Below the Blessed Olivet, A wayside ground wherein they thrust Their dead, — these Jews, the more our shame! Except that, so they will but die, Christians perchance incur no blame In giving hogs a hoist to stye. V. There, anyhow, Jews stow away Their dead; and, — such their insolence, Slink at odd times to sing and pray As Christians do- all make-pretence ! Which wickedness they perpetrate Because they think no Christians see. They reckoned here, at any rate, IO 20 30 40 VI. For, what should join their plot of ground Ran betwixt this their ground and that Which shrine he fixed, who says him nay?— A-facing with its picture-side 50 Curse Christians, and so home, no doubt! X. Whereas, each phiz upturned beholds And in a trice, beneath the folds Of filthy garb which gowns each knave, |