To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists its sails, and leaves behind itself a sea so cruel; and I will sing of that second realm where the human spirit is purified and becomes worthy to ascend to heaven.
But here let dead poesy rise again, O holy Muses, since yours I am, and here let Calliope somewhat mount up, accompanying my song with that sound of which the wretched Picae felt the stroke such that they despaired of pardon.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● Pagini 187 ● ISBN 9783749406234 ● Mărime fișier 0.4 MB ● Editura Books on Demand ● Publicat 2019 ● Ediție 1 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 7419393 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social