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Solo, Mesti between my thoughts and Riva - Vittorio Alfieri

Solo, one of the sad my thoughts, along
to the sea where the poison river mouth,
Fido with my horse while she was moving slowly;
E Muggiani sound waves in the angry beast.

Quell'ermo shore, and the great roar filled me
the heart (which cooks flame inestinguibil)
D'high melancholy but grateful, and without his weeping
Of that, but that much harm.

sweet oblivion of my pain and myself in the quiet fantasy
piovea;
without a care And I often sigh:

That, I always crave, yet seemed to come to me dappresso
Riding ...
Null error ever made me happy at the par .

Vittorio Alfieri (Asti, January 16, 1749 - Florence, October 8, 1803)

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At Donna Gentile - Ugo Foscolo

alert and my heart my scornful looks, And what you
ping, Artificer elegant
From the day I saw in my native
Freedom roof with uncertain footsteps stray.

Weapons mad, docile and intellect to febe
disputed holy Virgin;
Weapons, weapons cry, and hasten Liberdade
More disappointed every hour and obstinate lover.

Page helpless he can? Mars ugly,
See it, to work and sacred wrath nations: Italy
sits, and tends to scourge the humerus.

Yet, if Ontario Homeland absorbed
Fien my hopes, and silent and dull day,
For you my time at least conquers death.

sonnet written in 1813 home of Siena Quirina Mocenni Magiotti loved by Foscolo, while Fabre painted a portrait of the poet.

Ugo Foscolo (Zakynthos, February 6, 1778 - London, September 10, 1827)

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On Zakynthos - Ugo Foscolo

No more, never will touch the sacred shores
If the little boy lay my body, my
Zakynthos, which you wave mirrors
Del greek virgin was born in MAR

Venus, and fea those fertile islands
With his first smile, so as not silent
Your clouds clear and thy leaves
The illustrious toward him who 'He sang water

fatal, and a different exile
So looking for fame and misfortune
kissed her stony Ithaca Ulysses.

You do not have nothing but the hand of his son,
O my mother earth, we prescribed
Fate Illacrimo burial.

Sonnet written between 1802 and 1803.

Ugo Foscolo (Zakynthos, February 6, 1778 - London, September 10, 1827)