Tasso Dying (Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov Poems)
What festival is ancient Rome preparing? Where flow the crowds in noisy waves?Why these aromas, myrrh's sweet smoke And censers all around ...
What festival is ancient Rome preparing? Where flow the crowds in noisy waves?Why these aromas, myrrh's sweet smoke And censers all around ...
BENT o'er his sabre, torrents startingFrom his dim eyes, the bold hussarThus greets his cherish'd maid, while parting For distant fields ...
Know'st thou what gray MethuselahPronounced when parting with this life? Man's born a slave, He dies a slave, And death will never tell ...
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