Children of Fate, in the same breath Created were they,
Love and Death
Such fair creations ne'er were seen, Or here below, or in the heaven serene
The first, the source of happiness, The fount whence flows the greatest bliss That in...
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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:
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
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...
The light of day was fading in the west, The smoke no more from village chimneys curled, Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard; When she, obedient to Love's rendezvous, Had reached the middle of a plain, than which No other more bewitching c...
What doest thou in heaven,
O moon
Say, silent moon, what doest thou
Thou risest in the evening; thoughtfully Thou wanderest o'er the plain, Then sinkest to thy rest again
Ah, well can I the day recall, when first The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said: If _this_ be love, how hard it is to bear
With eyes still fixed intent upon the ground, I saw but _her_, whose artless innocence, Triumphant took possessi...
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The storm hath passed; I hear the birds rejoice; the hen, Returned into the road again, Her cheerful notes repeats
The sky serene Is, in the west, upon the mountain seen: The country smiles; bright runs the silver stream
Each heart is ch...
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
Wandering from the parent bough, Little, trembling leaf, Whither goest thou
"From the beech, where I was born, By the north wind was I torn
Him I follow in his flight, Over mountain, over vale, From the forest to the plain, Up the h...