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Lord Byron – Non c’è figlia della bellezza / There be none of Beauty’s daughters

Michael Richard Putz, Orpheus and Eurydice, 1868 There be none of Beauty’s daughterswith a magic like Thee;and like music on the watersis thy sweet voice to me:when, as if its sound were causingthe charmed ocean’s pausing,the waves lie still and gleaming,and the lull’d winds seem dreaming:and the midnight moon is weavingher bright chain o’er the …

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Heinrich Heine – Passa la nave mia / With black sails

Giorgio Belloni (1861-1944), Full Moon on the Sea With sails all black my ship sails on far over the raging sea; thou know’st full well how sad am I, and yet tormentest me. Thy heart is faithless as the wind, and flutters ceaselessly; with sails all black my ship sails on far over the raging …

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Callimachus – Elegy for Heraclitus

Gustave Courtois, Orpheus, 1875 Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus,and it moved me to tears, and I remembered howoften we put the sun to sleepas we were talking.You, my friend from Halicarnassus, lie somewhere,long long ago gone to dust; but your nightingales are living, and Hades who snatches everything will never lay his hand upon them. …

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Heinrich Heine – Crepuscolo / Twilight

William Adolphe Bouguereau, The Wave, 1896 On the wan sea-strandlonely I lay, and in sorrowful brooding.The sun sank lower and lower, and flunghis red rays, glowing, on the water,and I watched the far white billows,in the grip of the flood,foaming and roaring, nigher and nigher… Sulla pallida spiaggia giacevo,solitario dai tristi pensieri.Declinava al tramonto nel …

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Federico García Lorca – Adelina a passeggio / Saturday Paseo: Adelina

Aristide Maillol, Woman with a Parasol, 1895 Oranges do not grow in the sea neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the sun that’s hot, loan me your parasol. I’ll wear my jealous reflection, juice of lemon and lime- and your words, your sinful little words- will swim around awhile. …

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