Alfieri and Byron
1999; Volume: 1; Issue: 16 Linguagem: Inglês
10.5070/c9116011312
ISSN2331-0545
Autores Tópico(s)Linguistic Studies and Language Acquisition
ResumoCARTE ITALIANE Alfieri and Byron In Santa Croce 's holy precincts He Ashes which make it holier, dust which Even in itself an immortality, is Though there were nothing save the past, and The particle of those sublimities Which have relapsed to chaos: here repose Angelo 's. Alfieri 's bones, and his, The starry Galileo, with his woes; Here Macchiavelli's earth retum'd this, to whence it rose. (Childe Harold, Canto IV) Oh qual silenzio! Infi^a i i rimorsi adunque, fra le torbide cure, e rei sospetti le ciglia placido scende ad ingombrar de' traditori e de' tiranni il sonno? Quel, che ognor sfugge l'innocente oppresso? Ma, duro a me non e il vegliare: io co' miei pensieri, e colla stommi immagin cara d'ogni belta, d'ogni virtu... (Philippo, IV.
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