TASSO AND HIS SISTER.
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TASSO AND HIS SISTER.
"Devant vous est Sorrente; là démeuroit la soeur de Tasse, quand il vint en pélérin demander à cette obscure amie, un asyle contre l'injustice des princes,—Ses longues douleurs avaient presque egaré sa raison; il ne lui restoit plus que son génie."—Corinne.
She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd,
The citron's breath went by,
While the red gold of eventide
Burn'd in th' Italian sky.
Her bower was one where daylight's close
Full oft sweet laughter found,
As thence the voice of childhood rose
To the high vineyards round.
