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Comments about Luigi Alamanni
Vaucluse, ye hills and glades and shady vale,
So long the noble Tuscan bard's retreat,
When warm his heart for cruel Laura beat,
As lone he wandered in thy beauteous dale !
Ye flowers, which heard him oft his pains bewail
In tones of love and sorrow, sad, but sweet !
Ye dells and rocks, whose hollow sides repeat,
Even yet, his ancient passion's moving tale !
Fountain, which pourcst out thy waters green
In ever-flowing streams the Sorgue to fill,
Whose charms the lovely Arno's emulate !
How deeply I revere your holy scene,
Which breathes throughout the ...