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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HIMSELF, by GIACOMO LEOPARDI Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Now rest for evermore, my weary heart! Last Line: And of all things the infinite vanity! Subject(s): Scottish Translations | |||
NOW rest for evermore, my weary heart! Perished the last illusion I believed Eternal, perished! Truly I can tell How of our cherished dreams The hope is quenched and the desire as well. Now rest for evermore! Enough of strife! There's nothing worth one throb of thine; this earth Deserveth not a sigh! Bitter is life And wearisome, nought else; The world's defiled! Despair for the last time and then be still! Fate made us at our birth no gift save death; Scorn nature now, and brutal destiny Who ruleth hidden for the common ill, And of all things the infinite vanity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOW OF THE MAGNOLIA by EUGENIO MONTALE IZMIR AT THREE O'CLOCK by TOMAS TRANSTROMER THE HALF-FINISHED HEAVEN by TOMAS TRANSTROMER THE OUTPOST by TOMAS TRANSTROMER WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX AND THE WOLF by AESOP THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP |
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