Evo Medio (Ferdinando Fontana Poems)
(A GIUSEPPE GIACOSA)Oh!... Il bel tempo dei miracoli,Dei giulivi menestrelli,Delle fate, degli spiritiE dei magici castelli!Oh! il bel tempo dei ...
(A GIUSEPPE GIACOSA)Oh!... Il bel tempo dei miracoli,Dei giulivi menestrelli,Delle fate, degli spiritiE dei magici castelli!Oh! il bel tempo dei ...
Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus ? longs flots Partout aille ? la ronde ?veiller les bons mots. Reine de ...
FRAGMENT I Ah! tremble que ton ?me ? la sienne livr?e Ne s'en puisse arracher sans ?tre d?chir?e. M?me au ...
(A GIACINTO GALLINA)E' la sera.--Nei lunghi corridoiE nei vasti cortiliPasseggiano i soldati.Ognun favella dei paesi suoiE dei volti gentiliChe al ...
Ret se but na banaa ai mere achchhe fankaarEk lamhe ko Thahar, maiN tujhe patthar laa duuNmaiN tere saamane ambaar ...
Mes chants savent tout peindre; accours, viens les entendre. Ma voix pla?t, Ast?rie, elle est flexible et tendre. Philom?le, les ...
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;Yet in some things methinks she fails,'Twere ...
tum na aye ek din ka wada kar do din talakham pare tarpa kiye do do pahar do din talakdard-e-dil ...
I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, ...
You who live now in this worldAnd which live sovereign in virtue,It is to you death remembered?Your fathers are in ...
I like to see it lap the Miles-And lick the Valleys up-And stop to feed itself at Tanks-And then-prodigious stepAround ...
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which ...
While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood Under ...
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
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