Palinodia (Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems)
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
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 ...
Though all the nations now Peace gathers under her white wings, The minds of Italy will ne'er be free From ...
My country, I the walls, the arches see, The columns, statues, and the towers Deserted, of our ancestors; But, ah, ...
I thought I had forever lost, Alas, though still so young, The tender joys and sorrows all, That ...
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 ...
ON HER APPROACHING MARRIAGE. Since now thou art about to leave Thy father's quiet house, And all the phantoms and ...
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
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