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 ...
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 ...
Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think I should again be turning, as I used, To see ...
OR OF THE BEGINNINGS OF THE HUMAN RACE. Illustrious fathers of the human race, Of you, the song of your ...
WHERE IS SEEN A YOUNG MAIDEN, DEAD, IN THE ACT OF DEPARTING,TAKING LEAVE OF HER FAMILY. Where goest thou? Who ...
Ah, well can I the day recall, when first The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said: If _this_ ...
Children of Fate, in the same breath Created were they, Love and Death. Such fair creations ne'er were seen, Or ...
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 ...
The face of glory and her pleasant voice, O fortunate youth, now recognize, And how much nobler than effeminate sloth ...
Thou from the top of yonder antique tower, O lonely sparrow, wandering, hast gone, Thy song repeating till the day ...
As, in the lonely night, Above the silvered fields and streams Where zephyr gently blows, And myriad objects vague, Illusions, ...
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. ...
The damsel from the field returns, The sun is sinking in the west; Her bundle on her head she sets, ...
I round the threshold wandering here, Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke, That they may keep my lady prisoner. ...
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