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Life of Vittorio Alfieri

Vittorio Alfieri

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ISBN : 9781230232423
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... VITTORIO ALFIERI.MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... VITTORIO ALFIERI. fllTTORIO ALFIERI, the Italian poet whom his countrymen would undoubtedly name next after Dante, Petrarch, Ariosto, and Tasso, and who, in spite of his limitations, was a man of signal and distinct dramatic genius, not surpassed if equalled since, is scarcely more than a name to most English readers. He was born in the year 1749, at Asti, a little city of that Piedmont where there has always been a greater regard for feudal traditions than in any other part of Italy- and he belonged by birth to a nobility which is still the proudest in Europe. What a singular country is ours! said the Chevalier Nigra, one of the first diplomats of our time, who for many years managed the delicate and difficult relations of Italy with France, but who was the son of an apothecary. In Paris they admit me everywhere- I am asked to court and petted as few Frenchmen are- but here, in my own city of Turin, it would not be possible for me to be received by the Marchioness Doria. And if this was true in the afternoon of the nineteenth century, one easily fancies what society must have been at Turin in the forenoon of the eighteenth. 368 It was in the order of the things of that day and country that Alfiori should leave home while a child and go to school at the Academy of Turin. Here, as he tells in that most characteristic and amusing autobiography of his, he spent several years in acquiring a profound ignorance of whatever he was meant to learn- and he came away a stranger not only to the humanities, but to any one language, speaking a barbarous mixture of French and Piedmoutese, and reading little or nothing. Doubtless he does not spare color in this statement, but almost anything you like could be true of the education of a gentleman as...