Pare sia Pasqua... Torno con la mente ad una poesia scolastica: George Herbert & the shape.Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With Thee O let me rise, As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day Thy victories:Then shall the fall further the flight in me.My tender age in sorrow did beginne; And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With Thee Let me combine, And feel this day Thy victorie; For, if I imp my wing on Thine,Affliction shall advance the flight in me.George Herbert [1633]
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Pare sia Pasqua... Torno con la mente ad una poesia scolastica: George Herbert & the shape.Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With Thee O let me rise, As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day Thy victories:Then shall the fall further the flight in me.My tender age in sorrow did beginne; And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With Thee Let me combine, And feel this day Thy victorie; For, if I imp my wing on Thine,Affliction shall advance the flight in me.George Herbert [1633]