And down I fell, heavily as falls a corse.”
Mr. Longfellow:—
“Then unto them I turned me, and I spake,
And I began: ‘Thine agonies, Francesca,
Sad and compassionate to weeping make me.
But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs,
By what and in what manner Love conceded
That you should know your dubious desires?’
And she to me: ‘There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time