Excerpt from Poems See, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno Shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide; Small friendship for the lordly throng; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan image be, No dream his life was, but a fight; Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite To that cold Ghibelline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the Visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heavenly light. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.