The Younger Brutus (Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems)
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay, In ruin vast, the strength of Italy, And Fate had doomed Hesperia's valleys ...
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay, In ruin vast, the strength of Italy, And Fate had doomed Hesperia's valleys ...
"As on a rock's stern brow entranc'd I lay, The deaf'ning surges bursting at my feet, Light Fancy at my ...
You love the sun and the languid breeze That gently kisses the rosebud's lips, And delight ...
TO S. NEAL HALLOCK. Sing dat song once mo'! Miss Mandy. Jes' once mo', jes' ef' yo' please. It sounds ...
For them we have builded a temple To stand as a visible sign.For them we have builded a temple, ...
If a feller's been astraddle since he's big enough to ride,And has had to throw a saddle onto every sort ...
The heirs of cultured ages, we Fashioned an idol for all to see. We all could see or thought we ...
Now winter's wind sweeps o'er the mountains, Deeply clad in drifting snow; Soundly sleep the frozen fountains; ...
The Prussian beast leaps on and on,And Freedom totters by the Don;Though I would make a little betThat Timoshenko's not ...
supposeLife is an old man carrying flowers on his head.young death sits in a cafesmiling, a pierce of money held ...
I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters ...
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch ...
Her face was in a bed of hair, Like flowers in a plot -- Her hand was whiter than the ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, ...
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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