Longings.
“... Nessun maggior doloreChe ricordarsi del tempo feliceNella miseria...”Inferno, V, 121.
“... Nessun maggior doloreChe ricordarsi del tempo feliceNella miseria...”Inferno, V, 121.
“... Nessun maggior doloreChe ricordarsi del tempo feliceNella miseria...”
“... Nessun maggior dolore
Che ricordarsi del tempo felice
Nella miseria...”
Inferno, V, 121.
Inferno, V, 121.
FAR from the sea-girt City that I love,My wandering ways by care attended lie;Cold is the azure of this foreign sky,And strange these clustered stars that burn above.Out from this loveless land would I removeTo seek thy spring Pierian, never-dry,Thou thrice-crowned City! Hear my fainting cry.Let not my passionate longing fruitless prove!Would I once more might see the dome of goldBurning aloft, beneath my native sky!The river, winding near my home of old,And once again to breathe before I die,The evening breeze, may it be granted me,In that fair city by the distant sea!...
FAR from the sea-girt City that I love,My wandering ways by care attended lie;Cold is the azure of this foreign sky,And strange these clustered stars that burn above.Out from this loveless land would I removeTo seek thy spring Pierian, never-dry,Thou thrice-crowned City! Hear my fainting cry.Let not my passionate longing fruitless prove!Would I once more might see the dome of goldBurning aloft, beneath my native sky!The river, winding near my home of old,And once again to breathe before I die,The evening breeze, may it be granted me,In that fair city by the distant sea!...
FAR from the sea-girt City that I love,
FAR from the sea-girt City that I love,
My wandering ways by care attended lie;
Cold is the azure of this foreign sky,
And strange these clustered stars that burn above.
Out from this loveless land would I remove
To seek thy spring Pierian, never-dry,
Thou thrice-crowned City! Hear my fainting cry.
Let not my passionate longing fruitless prove!
Would I once more might see the dome of gold
Burning aloft, beneath my native sky!
The river, winding near my home of old,
And once again to breathe before I die,
The evening breeze, may it be granted me,
In that fair city by the distant sea!...