Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely...
Lord Byron's Life in Italy - Страница 13
по Teresa Guiccioli (contessa di) - 2005 - 700 страници
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