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Gabriele Rossetti Gabriele Rossetti: A Versified Autobiography

I am neither more nor less than a political revolutionist, and to this I resign myself. Would that I may at least be that, and wrench this Italy that I love out of the mire in which she lies, set her freed face to face with her destinies, and say to her, “Now make them yours.”
As you see, I am writing to Gioberti. Writing thus to all and sundry begins to weigh upon me. I have moments of spleen, of individualism which rebels; and at those moments I seem to myself to be playing the prostitute, and making Italian liberty play the like part.
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Gabriele Rossetti Gabriele Rossetti: A Versified Autobiography

Believing as I do, with yourself, in continuous progression, there ought to be between us only a question of time, but never a denial of a new synthesis when the time comes. Christianity asserts its perfection and eternity as a fundamental principle: therefore you cannot, without destroying it, say that it is not the whole of truth. But once again, no more of this. Christianity had to profess itself perfect and eternal, and I even admit that. But when did Christianity ever affect to be a social religion?
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Gabriele Rossetti Gabriele Rossetti: A Versified Autobiography

Admiring Dante, Metastasio
I laud; and hold—a true Italian ear
Must not admit one inharmonious verse.
[11] Some lines require a very surgeon’s hand
To make them upon crutches stand afoot.
So be they! But, to set them musical,
They must, by Heaven, be in themselves a song.
This seems a truthful, not a jibing, rule—
Music and lyric are a twinborn thing.
Yet think not that I deem me satisfied
With upblown empty sound without ideas:—
Then will a harmony be beautiful
When great emotions and great thoughts it stirs.
Source: Gutenberg

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