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 ...
Approaching now the end of his abode On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once, Of his hard fate, but now quite ...
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 ...
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 ...
I thought I had forever lost, Alas, though still so young, The tender joys and sorrows all, That ...
OR OF THE BEGINNINGS OF THE HUMAN RACE. Illustrious fathers of the human race, Of you, the song of your ...
It was the morning; through the shutters closed, Along the balcony, the earliest rays Of sunlight my dark room were ...
Ah, well can I the day recall, when first The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said: If _this_ ...
The morning rain, when, from her coop released, The hen, exulting, flaps her wings, when from The balcony the husbandman ...
Children of Fate, in the same breath Created were they, Love and Death. Such fair creations ne'er were seen, Or ...
At times thy image to my mind returns, Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams Upon me, for an instant, ...
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 ...
The light of day was fading in the west, The smoke no more from village chimneys curled, Nor voice of ...
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er The rock appearest, 'mid ...
As, in the lonely night, Above the silvered fields and streams Where zephyr gently blows, And myriad objects vague, Illusions, ...
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still That period of thy mortal life, When beauty so bewildering Shone in thy laughing, ...
Beauty beloved, who hast my heart inspired, Seen from afar, or with thy face concealed, Save, when in visions of ...
The storm hath passed; I hear the birds rejoice; the hen, Returned into the road again, Her cheerful notes repeats. ...
I round the threshold wandering here, Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke, That they may keep my lady prisoner. ...
Wandering from the parent bough, Little, trembling leaf, Whither goest thou? "From the beech, where I was born, By the ...
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