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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
At times thy image to my mind returns, Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams Upon me, for an instant, ...
OR OF THE FABLES OF THE ANCIENTS. Now that the sun the faded charms Of heaven again restores, And gentle ...
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 ...
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still That period of thy mortal life, When beauty so bewildering Shone in thy laughing, ...
The night is mild and clear, and without wind, And o'er the roofs, and o'er the gardens round The moon ...
And all returns to Thee, alone eternal,And all Thee returning.Oh Death, in Thy vast shadow,Simple and bare we languish,Not happy, ...
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