Poems by Giacomo Leopardi

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At times thy image to my mind returns,
The storm hath passed;
Approaching now the end of his abode
Ah, well can I the day recall, when first
Illustrious fathers of the human race,
Wandering from the parent bough,
Children of Fate, in the same breath
What doest thou in heaven, O moon?
Where Is Seen A Young Maiden, Dead, In The Act Of Departing, Taking Leave Of Her Family.
Such wast thou: now in earth below,
To The Marquis Gino Capponi.
Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think
When, as a boy, I went
It was the morning; through the shutters closed,
The night is mild and clear, and without wind,
Here, on the arid ridge
This lonely hill to me was ever dear,
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray
The morning rain, when, from her coop released,
Thou from the top of yonder antique tower,
I thought I had forever lost,
Most sweet, most powerful,
As, in the lonely night,
The damsel from the field returns,
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay,
The face of glory and her pleasant voice,
Italian bold, why wilt thou never cease
This wearisome and this distressing sleep
Nor wilt thou rest forever, weary heart.
Since now thou art about to leave
My country, I the walls, the arches see,
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still
Beauty beloved, who hast my heart inspired,
O lovely moon, how well do I recall
Now that the sun the faded charms