The Last Song of Sappho (Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems)
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er The rock appearest, 'mid ...
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er The rock appearest, 'mid ...
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung,Sorrow came to the old friar ...
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still That period of thy mortal life, When beauty so bewildering Shone in thy laughing, ...
And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up ...
From the wide miles of autumn corn, Here to this sun-lit hill, The wind wails for a hope forlorn, And ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
NO more I long for April's fitful sheen, For little fluttering lives, that passed in June, For leaves and flowers, ...
MY heart is like a withered nut, Rattling within its hollow shell; You cannot ope my breast, and put Any ...
I.It is not that our earlier Heaven Escapes its April showers, Or that to childhood's heart is given No snake ...
IN pleasant shade I walk, while sunshine lies On many a distant slope, And far above me, gold-green summits rise, ...
WHEN of some lovely landscape unforgot A shadowy sketch I see, my thought divines Clear sunshine gleaming through the pencilled ...
Sweet summer queen, with trailing robe of green, What spell has thou to bind the heart to thee? Thy throne ...
WITH bounding heart, with eyes and cheeks aglow. Not caring how the frost may stab and sting, I haste along, ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
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