
Count Giacomo Leopardi
Guerra Dei Topi E Delle Rane
TO
Sul cominciar del mio novello canto,
Voi che tenete l'eliconie cime Prego, vergini Dee, concilio santo,
Che 'l mio stil conduciate e le mie rime:
To His Sister Paolina
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The Younger Brutus
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay, In ruin vast, the strength of Italy, And Fate had doomed Hesperia's valleys green, And Tiber's shores, The trampling of barbarian steeds to feel, And from the leafless groves, On which the Northern Bear look...
The Infinite
This solitary hill has always been dear to
And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most
The endless horizon
But when I sit and gaze,
The Dream
It was the morning; through the shutters closed, Along the balcony, the earliest rays Of sunlight my dark room were entering; When, at the time that sleep upon our eyes Its softest and most grateful shadows casts, There stood beside me, looking in...
The Lonely Life
The morning rain, when, from her coop released, The hen, exulting, flaps her wings, when from The balcony the husbandman looks forth, And when the rising sun his trembling rays Darts through the falling drops, against my roof And windows gently be...
Linfinito
Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colleE questa siepe che da tanta
De'l ultimo orrizonte il guarde esclude
Ma sedendo e mirando
Spazi di la da quella, e
To The Beloved
Beauty beloved, who hast my heart inspired, Seen from afar, or with thy face concealed, Save, when in visions of the night revealed, Or seen in daydreams bright, When all the fields are filled with light, And Nature's smile is sweet, Say, hast tho...
On Dantes Monument 1818
Though all the nations now Peace gathers under her white wings, The minds of Italy will ne'er be free From the restraints of their old lethargy, Till our ill-fated land cling fast Unto the glorious memories of the Past
Oh, lay it to thy heart...
Scherzo
When, as a boy,
I went To study in the Muses' school, One of them came to me, and took Me by the hand, and all that day, She through the work-shop led me graciously, The mysteries of the craft to see
She guided me Through every part, And...
The Lonely Sparrow
Thou from the top of yonder antique tower, O lonely sparrow, wandering, hast gone, Thy song repeating till the day is done, And through this valley strays the harmony
How Spring rejoices in the fields around, And fills the air with light, So ...
Fragment I
I round the threshold wandering here, Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke, That they may keep my lady prisoner
And yet the wind was howling in the woods, The roving thunder bellowing in the clouds, Before the dawn had risen in the sky