The Ginestra, (Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems)
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
This wearisome and this distressing sleep That we call life, O how dost thou support, My Pepoli? With what hopes ...
ON HIS DISCOVERY OF THE LOST BOOKS OF CICERO,"DE REPUBLICA." Italian bold, why wilt thou never cease The fathers from ...
Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think I should again be turning, as I used, To see ...
Though all the nations now Peace gathers under her white wings, The minds of Italy will ne'er be free From ...
Most sweet, most powerful, Controller of my inmost soul; The terrible, yet precious gift Of heaven, companion kind Of all ...
What doest thou in heaven, O moon? Say, silent moon, what doest thou? Thou risest in the evening; thoughtfully Thou ...
My country, I the walls, the arches see, The columns, statues, and the towers Deserted, of our ancestors; But, ah, ...
WHERE IS SEEN A YOUNG MAIDEN, DEAD, IN THE ACT OF DEPARTING,TAKING LEAVE OF HER FAMILY. Where goest thou? Who ...
It was the morning; through the shutters closed, Along the balcony, the earliest rays Of sunlight my dark room were ...
Children of Fate, in the same breath Created were they, Love and Death. Such fair creations ne'er were seen, Or ...
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay, In ruin vast, the strength of Italy, And Fate had doomed Hesperia's valleys ...
OR OF THE FABLES OF THE ANCIENTS. Now that the sun the faded charms Of heaven again restores, And gentle ...
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er The rock appearest, 'mid ...
Thou from the top of yonder antique tower, O lonely sparrow, wandering, hast gone, Thy song repeating till the day ...
CARVED ON HER MONUMENT. Such _wast_ thou: now in earth below, Dust and a skeleton thou art. Above thy bones ...
When, as a boy, I went To study in the Muses' school, One of them came to me, and took ...
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