{"id":240,"date":"2017-06-25T16:59:12","date_gmt":"2017-06-25T20:59:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/?p=240"},"modified":"2017-06-25T17:40:01","modified_gmt":"2017-06-25T21:40:01","slug":"verses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/2017\/06\/25\/verses\/","title":{"rendered":"Verses Three"},"content":{"rendered":"

Il Dolce Suono<\/a><\/h3>\n

Italian<\/em><\/p>\n

Il dolce suono mi colp\u00ec di sua voce!
\nAh, quella voce m’\u00e8 qui nel cor discesa!
\nEdgardo! io ti son resa. Edgardo! Ah! Edgardo, mio! Si’, ti son resa!
\nfuggita io son da’ tuoi nemici. (nemici)
\nUn gelo me serpeggia nel sen!
\ntrema ogni fibra!
\nvacilla il pi\u00e8!
\nPresso la fonte meco t’assidi alquanto! Si’, Presso la fonte meco t’assidi.
\nOhim\u00e8, sorge il tremendo fantasma e ne separa!
\nQui ricovriamo, Edgardo, a pi\u00e8 dell’ara.
\nSparsa \u00e8 di rose!<\/p>\n

Un’armonia celeste, di’, non ascolti?
\nAh, l’inno suona di nozze!
\nIl rito per noi s’appresta! Oh, me felice!
\nOh gioia che si sente, e non si dice!
\nArdon gl’incensi!
\nSplendon le sacre faci, splendon intorno!
\nEcco il ministro!
\nPorgimi la destra!
\nOh lieto giorno!
\nAl fin son tua, al fin sei mio,
\na me ti dona un Dio.
\nOgni piacer pi\u00f9 grato,
\nmi fia con te diviso
\nDel ciel clemente un riso
\nla vita a noi sar\u00e0.<\/p>\n

English<\/em><\/p>\n

The sweet sound of his voice struck me!
\nAh, that voice has entered my heart!
\nEdgardo! I surrender to you, oh my Edgardo!
\nI have escaped from your enemies.
\nA chill creeps into my breast!
\nEvery fibre trembles!
\nMy foot falters!
\nSit down by the fountain with me a while!
\nAlas, the tremendous phantom arises and separates us!
\nLet us take refuge here, Edgardo, at the foot of the altar.
\nIt is scattered with roses!<\/p>\n

A heavenly harmony, tell me, do you not hear it?
\nAh, the marriage hymn is playing!
\nThey are preparing the rite for us! Oh, how happy I am!
\nOh joy that is felt but not said!
\nThe incense is burning!
\nThe holy torches are shining, shining around!
\nHere is the minister!
\nGive me your right hand!
\nOh joyful day!
\nAt last I am yours, at last you are mine,
\nA god gives you to me.
\nLet me share
\nThe greatest pleasures with you,
\nLife for us will be
\nA smile from merciful heaven.<\/p>\n

\n

Invictus<\/a><\/h3>\n

Out of the night which covers me,
\nBlack as the pit from pole to pole,
\nI thank whatever gods may be
\nFor my unconquerable soul.<\/p>\n

In the fell clutch of circumstance
\nI have not winced nor cried aloud.
\nUnder the bludgeoning of chance
\nMy head is bloody, but unbowed.<\/p>\n

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
\nLooms but the Horror of the shade,
\nAnd yet the menace of the years
\nFinds, and shall find me, unafraid.<\/p>\n

It matters not how strait the gate,
\nHow charged with punishments the scroll,
\nI am the master of my fate:
\nI am the captain of my soul.<\/p>\n

\n

The Destruction of Sennacherib<\/a><\/h3>\n

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
\nAnd his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
\nAnd the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
\nWhen the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.<\/p>\n

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
\nThat host with their banners at sunset were seen:
\nLike the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
\nThat host on the morrow lay withered and strown.<\/p>\n

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
\nAnd breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
\nAnd the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
\nAnd their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!<\/p>\n

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
\nBut through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
\nAnd the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
\nAnd cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.<\/p>\n

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
\nWith the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
\nAnd the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
\nThe lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.<\/p>\n

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
\nAnd the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
\nAnd the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
\nHath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.<\/p>\n

\n

O Fortuna<\/a><\/h3>\n

Original<\/em>
\nO Fortuna
\nvelut luna
\nstatu variabilis,
\nsemper crescis
\naut decrescis;
\nvita detestabilis
\nnunc obdurat
\net tunc curat
\nludo mentis aciem,
\negestatem,
\npotestatem
\ndissolvit ut glaciem.<\/p>\n

Sors immanis
\net inanis,
\nrota tu volubilis,
\nstatus malus,
\nvana salus
\nsemper dissolubilis,
\nobumbrata
\net velata
\nmichi quoque niteris;
\nnunc per ludum
\ndorsum nudum
\nfero tui sceleris.<\/p>\n

Sors salutis
\net virtutis
\nmichi nunc contraria,
\nest affectus
\net defectus
\nsemper in angaria.
\nHac in hora
\nsine mora
\ncorde pulsum tangite;
\nquod per sortem
\nsternit fortem,
\nmecum omnes plangite!<\/p>\n

Translation<\/em>
\nO Fortune,
\nlike the moon
\nyou are changeable,
\never waxing
\nand waning;
\nhateful life
\nfirst oppresses
\nand then soothes
\nas fancy takes it;
\npoverty
\nand power
\nit melts them like ice.<\/p>\n

Fate \u2013 monstrous
\nand empty,
\nyou whirling wheel,
\nyou are malevolent,
\nwell-being is vain
\nand always fades to nothing,
\nshadowed
\nand veiled
\nyou plague me too;
\nnow through the game
\nI bring my bare back
\nto your villainy.<\/p>\n

Fate is against me
\nin health
\nand virtue,
\ndriven on
\nand weighted down,
\nalways enslaved.
\nSo at this hour
\nwithout delay
\npluck the vibrating strings;
\nsince Fate
\nstrikes down the strong man,
\neveryone weep with me!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Il Dolce Suono Italian Il dolce suono mi colp\u00ec di sua voce! Ah, quella voce m’\u00e8 qui nel cor discesa! Edgardo! io ti son resa. Edgardo! Ah! Edgardo, mio! Si’, ti son resa! fuggita io son da’ tuoi nemici. (nemici) Un gelo me serpeggia nel sen! trema ogni fibra! vacilla il pi\u00e8! Presso la fonte […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,11,7,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-240","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-goals","category-love","category-music","category-pain"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=240"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":244,"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240\/revisions\/244"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=240"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=240"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unliterate.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=240"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}