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Lauretta's joyous song was ringing through all the chambers,
and Bice, bending over her frame, followed silent the work of the needle.
Odi Barbare.
XIX ON A SAINT PETER'S EVE
I remember the sun across the red vapours descending,
and falling into the sea like a great shield of brass,
which shines wavering over the bloody field of war,
then drops and is seen no more.
Little Castiglioncello, high amid heaps of oaks,