E 'year the Universal Exhibition in Paris Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sbi Atm Accept Maestro
1889! Naturalism
E 'year the Universal Exhibition in Paris
E 'year the Universal Exhibition in Paris 
E 'the year in which they are published:
Mastro Don Gesualdo, by Giovanni Verga
Pleasure by Gabriele D'Annunzio
Myricae Giovanni Pascoli (1889-1991)
" Bologna is beautiful. Italians do not admire, as it deserves, the in its architecture, and trecentistica quattrocentistic, terra cotta,
with the gracefulness of the lodges, the Veroni , the mullioned windows, frames. What spell had to be painted all red and in cinquecen to! " ( G. Carducci,
Thanks. Exhibition Bologna, June 10, 1888 )
Carducci and Pascoli
towers and 'S temple, star Petronio, yours
Thanks. Exhibition Bologna, June 10, 1888 )
Carducci and Pascoli
In the Piazza di San Petronio Surge clear in the gloomy winter towered Bologna, 
and white snow on the hill ride.
sweet is the hour that the sun is about to die salutes 
and white snow on the hill ride. towers and 'S temple, star Petronio, yours
towers, whose battlements tant'ala lambe of a century, and the solemn temple
The sky brightness in cold diamond shines, and Aer
as silver veil lies
on 'the hole, slight fading back to the piers that rose dark
clipeata the arm of my ancestors.
linger on the high summits looking at the sun with a smile
languid purple,
that the gray stone in the dark crimson brick
seems to awaken the souls of the ages, and a desire
sad pe ' the hard air of alarm
red cheese, fragrant with warm evenings, when women
square dancing in a friendly and co
'Kings defeated the consuls returned. This
the fleeting muse to ride to where trembles
a vain desire of the ancient beauty.
(G. Carducci,
Odi Barbare
)
Library Zanichelli, Bologna
the solitary peak.
The sky brightness in cold diamond shines, and Aer
as silver veil lies
on 'the hole, slight fading back to the piers that rose dark
clipeata the arm of my ancestors.
linger on the high summits looking at the sun with a smile
languid purple,
that the gray stone in the dark crimson brick
seems to awaken the souls of the ages, and a desire
sad pe ' the hard air of alarm
red cheese, fragrant with warm evenings, when women
square dancing in a friendly and co
'Kings defeated the consuls returned. This
the fleeting muse to ride to where trembles
a vain desire of the ancient beauty.
(G. Carducci,
Odi Barbare
)
Library Zanichelli, Bologna
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment