Dr. Parsons:—
“Then, turning round to them, I thus began:
‘Francesca! tears must overflow mine eyes:
My pitying soul thy martyr-throes unman;
But tell me,—in the time of happy sighs,
Your vague desires how gave Love utterance first?”
And she to me: “The mightiest of all woes
Is, in the midst of misery, to be cursed
With bliss remembered,—this thy teacher knows.
Yet, wouldst thou learn our passion’s root and head,