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Beatrice Cenci.
(Von Guido Reni.)
Augen giebt’s, die das Verhängnis
Rufen.... klugen, wehdurchzuckt,
Drin wie ein Gespenst die Ahnung
Künftigen Entsetzens spukt;
5 Lippen...
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How was I worthy so divine a loss,
Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?
Why waste such precious wood to make my cross,
Such far-sought roses for my crown of thorns?
And when she came, how earned I such a gift?
Why spend on me, a poor earth...Should dream that eagles and insects, streams and woods,
Stand still to hear him chaunt his dolorous moods?
Even unto us, who made these ancient things,
The fool his public lamentation sings."
With pride as lofty as the towering cloud,
I would have stilled these clamouring demons loud,
And...