Ei fu. Because still, given the mortal sigh, stood the bare
orba from time immemorial breath,
well beaten, stunned
the earth is the nuncio,
outline planning last hours of man
fatal
or knows if a similar footprint
pie 'deadly
its bloody dust
will trample on.
brilliant in Solio
He saw my genius, and was silent;
when, instead assiduous
fell, and lay resources,
of a thousand voices to Sonito
mixed his did not:
maid servant of praise and
cowardly outrage, or moved to sudden rises
long-range shots, and melts
urn
a song that maybe not die.
From the Alps to the Pyramids, Manzanares
from the Rhine, that's a sure
was holding the lightning flash behind;
burst by Scilla at Tanai,
from one to another Tues
was real glory? For posterity will judge
: nui
chiniam the front of the Massimo
Maker, who wanted him in his mind of the creator
larger footprint print.
the storm and anxious
joy of a great design,
the anxiety of a heart that is
restive, thinking of the kingdom
and comes and takes a prize
that it was madness to hope;
all and felt the glory after
most danger,
escape and victory,
the palace and the sad exile;
twice in the dust,
twice on the altar. Ei is
He named two centuries, one
against each other armed
subdued him turned, as if waiting
fate;
and fe 'silence, he sat down and referee
among them.
and disappeared, and the day in idleness
closed in so short a bank, a sign of immense
envy and deep piety, of
inestinguibil
and hatred of untamed love.
How to castaway on the head and weighs s'avvolve
the wave, the wave
on which the poor, but even now
high and tense,
scorrea sight to discern
remote shores in vain;
this on that ' alma
a combination of memories came down.
How often narrating himself to posterity
business, and ethics
pages
fell to the tired man!
Oh, how often, the tacit
a day die of inert
lie close to the lightning-rai, sen
her arms folded, stood
, and the day we were
assalse to recollect!
and rethink furniture
tents, beaten and valleys, and lightning
de 'handpieces,
and the wave of the horses, and an excited
powers and swift obeyed.
Ouch! perhaps as much havoc
fell the spirit yearns,
and despair, but it was a valid
man from heaven, and more breathability
pitiful air transport;
and the launch pei flourishing
path of hope, to
eternal fields, premium
that would like to make, where silence and darkness
the glory that had passed.
Bella Immortal! Faith beneficial
accustomed to triumphs!
Writing even this cheerful,
most superb
height of dishonor to Golgotha \u200b\u200b
ne'er be lowered. You tired from the ashes
disperses each estuary word
lands and the God who inspires, who
breathless and comforting, the deserted
coltrice
placed beside him.
Poem written in 1821 and dedicated to Napoleon
Alessandro Manzoni (Milan, March 7, 1785 - Milan, May 22, 1873)
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