Day: November 18, 2022

The Evening Of The Holiday by Giacomo Leopardi   The night is mild and clear, and without wind, And o’er the roofs, and o’er the gardens round The moon shines soft, and from afar reveals Each

The Dream by Giacomo Leopardi   It was the morning; through the shutters closed, Along the balcony, the earliest rays Of sunlight my dark room were entering; When, at the time that sleep upon our eyes

Love And Death by Giacomo Leopardi     Children of Fate, in the same breath Created were they, Love and Death. Such fair creations ne’er were seen, Or here below, or in the heaven serene. The

Fragments by Giacomo Leopardi   I round the threshold wandering here, Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke, That they may keep my lady prisoner.   And yet the wind was howling in the woods, The

First Love by Giacomo Leopardi   Ah, well can I the day recall, when first The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said: If this be love, how hard it is to bear!   With