I bring before mine eyes in fancy the image of her who is no more.
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
Man doth not yield her to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
A distant cello wakes me--and you live again !
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
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