Ovvero... il Fight Club al tempo di Jane Austen! Perché le eroine austeniane sono davvero toste!!!
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Ovvero... il Fight Club al tempo di Jane Austen! Perché le eroine austeniane sono davvero toste!!!
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats letta da Ben Whishaw
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvesy's done.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful-a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said-
"I love thee true."
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh'd fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd-Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill's side.
I saw pale kings and princess too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried-"La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Appena tornata da Ventimiglia! Bellissima vacanza! Vacanza che voglio celebrare con questa bella canzone tratta dal musical Mamma Mia! che mi fa ricordare piacevoli momenti!
Per un paio di settimane non sarò online, ma vi lascio in ottima compagnia!
Una melodia dolcissima che possa allietare le vostre giornate...
Il brano s'intitola Your hands are cold di Dario Marianelli ed è naturalmente tratto dalla colonna sonora di Orgoglio e pregiudizio! Buon ascolto!
Bright star by John Keats
Bright star, Would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, winth eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death
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