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Was an Italian poet, essayist, philosopher, and philologist.
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Giacomo Leopardi's poems
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Now will you rest forever,
My tired heart. Dead is the last
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It was always dear to me, this solitary hill,
and this hedgerow here, that closes out my view,
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Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns,
I remember how, heavy with sorrow,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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These solitary hills have always been dear to me.
Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences and interminable distances.
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 2 |
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Silvia, do you remember
the moments, in your mortal life,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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