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To Himself

Nor wilt thou rest forever, weary heart.  The last illusion is destroyed,  That I eternal thought.

Destroyed!  I feel all hope and all desire depart,  For life and its deceitful joys.  Forever rest!

Enough!

Thy throbbings cease!  Naught can requite thy miseries;  Nor is earth worthy of thy sighs.  Life is a bitter, weary load,  The world a slough.

And now, repose!  Despair no more, but find in Death  The only boon Fate on our race bestows!  Still,

Nature, art thou doomed to fall,  The victim scorned of that blind, brutal power  That rules and ruins all.

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Count Giacomo Leopardi

Giacomo Taldegardo Francesco di Sales Saverio Pietro Leopardi (29 June 1798 – 14 June 1837) was an Italian philosopher, poet, essayist, and phil…

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