Note 123 — DANTE.[1] (continued 2)
F. J. (Frederick John) Church translation
E'en as the lark high soaring pours its throat Awhile, then rests in silence, as though still It dwelt enamour'd of its last sweet note.—Ibid.
F. J. (Frederick John) Church translation
E'en as the lark high soaring pours its throat Awhile, then rests in silence, as though still It dwelt enamour'd of its last sweet note.—Ibid.