The Florentine flower girl | The most beautiful flowers you can buy

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by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Translation © by Laura Prichard

La fioraia fiorentina

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Our translations: ENG

I più bei fior comprate,
fanciulli, amanti e spose:
son fresche le mie rose,
non spiran che l'amor.
 
Ahime! Soccorso implora
mia madre, poveretta
e da me sola aspetta
del pan e non dell'or.

Text Authorship:

by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Gioacchino Antonio Rossini (1792 - 1868), "La fioraia fiorentina" [soprano and piano], from the collection Péchés de vieillesse, Vol I: Album italiano, no. 5. [
text verified 1 time
]

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Laura Prichard) , title 1: "The Florentine flower girl", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 34

The Florentine flower girl

Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)

The most beautiful flowers [you can] buy,
children, lovers, and newlyweds:
my roses are fresh,
[they] don’t die like love [does].
 
Alas! Help, implores
my mother, poor little [thing]
and from me she hopes only
for bread and not for gold.

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Based on:

a text in Italian (Italiano) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 8
Word count: 41