La tiranna
Language: English 
Ah grief to think! Ah woe to name,
The doom that fate has destin'd mine!
Forbid to fan my wayward flame,
Ad, slave to silience, hopeless pine!
Imperious fair! In fatal hour,
I mark'd the vivid lightning, roll.
That gave to know thy ruthless pow'r,
And gleam'd desctrucion on my soul!

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Researcher for this page: Alberto Villar

This text was added to the website: 2009-05-13
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Word count: 51