Some hope unto his anxious care,
For he had sought the omen there;
Once conscious of as sad a fate,
Her pity did consent dictate,
And to his theme attentive grew,

As if she wished that omen too.

THE

KNIGHT'S TALE.

E quella, come madre che soccorre
Subito al figlio pallido ed anelo,
Con la sua voce ch 'l suol ben disporre,

Mi disse non sai tu che tu se' in cielo?

DANTE.

THE

KNIGHT'S TALE.

I.

STEEP Frosinone *, by thy side

I wander yet, and still thy vine

In memory doth this heart entwine,

The heart which doth with thee abide.

It was my birthplace, noble maid,

And on its brow my fathers laid

* Frosinone is a charming spot, the town is situated about fifty miles from Rome, on the confines of the Neapolitan territory.