Inferno Canto03 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
LET not Woman e'er complain Of inconstancy in love; Let not Woman e'er complain Fickle Man is apt to rove: ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and ...
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the ...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
We walk in a world that is strange and unknown And in the midst of the crowd we still feel ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
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