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1855–1912

III

Giovanni Pascoli

Gridò. Morì. Sola le cristalline lagrime l'arpa ora stillava; quando risorse la dolcezza senza fine, riprese il canto, alto tra cielo e mare,

a plorar forte, ad implorare blando, spezzarsi, unirsi, sospirare, ansare;

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