Friar Pedro’s Ride (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
I.Chi conosce Mercallo?E' un povero paeseTra i monti che separano--il lago di VareseDal Verbano.Fa in tutto--un seicento abitanti,Quando i bachi ...
(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCISCO, 1800)ILooking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint,By the San Francisco friars lifted ...
AI DOTTORI A. MAGNI E A. ARCARI.Sognatori incorreggibili;Fervidissimi credenti;Crani vasti e crani piccoliDai cervelli turbolenti;Furibonde creaturePiene d'ansie e di paure;Vociatori ...
Our Padre were a solemn bloke,We called 'im dismal Jim.It fairly gave ye t' bloomin' creeps,To sit and 'ark at ...
Of all the fountains that poets sing,--Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring,Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth,Wells with bottoms of doubtful ...
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death," 'e ...
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death, ...
This is the tale that the ChronicleTells of the wonderful miracleWrought by the pious Padre Serro,The very reverend Junipero.The heathen ...
Egli visse sognando e sogna ancoraChiuso per sempre in questa negra bara;Sogna il tripudio della nuova auroraE il fior, che ...
FATHER FELIPEI speak not the English well, but Pachita,She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha?Eh, little rogue? ...
(A GIULIO CORSARI)L'ho vista la chiesuola; essa e' perdutaIn mezzo ai campi come un eremita;Ed e' deserta, solitaria e muta,Qual ...
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
HEY dug no grave for our soldier lad, who fought and who died out there:Bugle and drum for him were ...
(A LUIGI DELLA BEFFA)Tu vuoi saper perche' la vita miaColla gente volgare si consumi,E come io pensi un'ode all'osteriaFra gli ...
Ardi, sei triste come il Prigionieroignudo che il titano Buonarrotocav? da quel che or splende ?vio e rimotoSagro, per il ...
De su admirable penitencia al punto Llega el fuerte Garin, y al monte vuelve A trasladar el cuerpo que difunto ...
We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
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