If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
A voice of lamentation From the islands of the Sea!Alas, thou sorrowing Nation, Bereaved — alas for thee!The wail as of a ...
I.Mastro Spaghi era il boia--della citta' d'Urbino.Contava cinquant'anni;--era smilzo e piccino;Era calvo; il suo cranio,--da lontano, parevaUna palla di vetro.--Sul ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
L'Alpe di Mommio un pallido velamed'ulivi effonde al cielo di giacinto,come un colle dell'isola di Sameo di Zacinto.Il Monte Magno ...
Piegate per gli amanti, scongiurate il SignoreChe creo' la sventura quando creo' l'amore.. . . . . . . . ...
Quasi era vespro. Atteso avea soverchioalla posta del cervo, quatto quattofra le canne; e vinceami l'uggia. A un trattovidi l'uom ...
I Gloom! An October like November; August a hundred thousand hours, And all September, A hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,And ...
It was the dead midnight; No star was in the sky; The struggling moon shed a troubled light As she ...
(AD AGGELO SOMMARUGA)Cagliari e' fatta di case giallastre,Come un branco d'agnelle a un monte appese;E scivolan le scarpe sulle lastreDelle ...
Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro' the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, ...
S'il est un buisson quelque partBorde de blancs fraisiers ou de noires prunelles,Ou de l'oeil de la Vierge aux riantes ...
Fair islands of the silver fleece,Hoards of unsunned, uncounted gold,Whose havens are the haunts of Peace,Whose boys are in our ...
Yes, I still rememberThe whole thing in a way;Edge and exactitude Depend on the day.Of all that prodigious sceneThere seems ...
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
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