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NOTE BOOK OF ROMANCES AND LAMENTS: THE ITALIAN, by                    
First Line: Sing, I tell the italian: bring your barrel-organ. Sing.' - to his
Last Line: "of shining sand: my voice without me is empty noise. Scrutinize well my face."
Subject(s): Lament; Singing & Singers; Songs


"Sing, I tell the Italian: bring your barrel-organ. Sing." -- To his organ he
chanted. Ah,

the wretch, he yesterday so wiled my soul away. O mandoli-mandola!

The ocean, tawny and rose, tonight, a nonchalant rose, beats the embankment
wall,

and I let from my thoughts depart my fair singer or (my heart being not so
prodigal)

I dream him . . . But he: "Signor, if I sing you must not pore on yourself, the
sea, this place

of shining sand: my voice without me is empty noise. Scrutinize well my face."





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