Classic Poem

All 'Illustrious Lord Mr. Maffeo Barberini, then Cardinal and now Pope Urban VIII.

Moved thoughtfully removed from the eyes of others
There, where Savona on Mar quiet
The beautiful Legine longs,
And placed in the sen d 'den ederoso,
From the various street, and the thoughts already won,
M 'Assisi; And here's to me showed himself Euterpe,
Which will appear at the top of Pindus soles,
Or in the woods of Eurotas and of Aracinto:
Cinta rose by cerulean mantle,
Where were the stars of the night rai
Quilts d 'gold, she showed her breasts,
Almost unveiled, and nice legs
The pure ivory beautiful buskins;
And semblance, to gaze serene,
He untied the 'amabil voice to comfort me:
Our faithful, that no sooner the Sun
The lights you opened, you took that desir
Of tesserti on your hair Febea frond,
Bitterly, and with good reason, I dole
L 'against time, you move it encounters;
That is not for us that season so rea,
As that of Mars, and now swollen and
With the breath hell Tartarean trumpets,
Vague riversar river of blood,
And the 'limbs scattered fields gravar:
But hope is with thee, and turn your mind,
Sparvero here that because of the years,
Already said d 'oro, Han will disappear by not less
These, which We see, laden with d 'troubles.
Time once was that between the mortal people
Of the supreme God s well 'loved the name,
And what about the Justice giva
Dictating to the world with the ethereal voice,
Listening to every heart ready to obey.
In that age does not distinguean boundaries
Wider countryside, and between 'greedy thoughts
Not your 's heard resound, not mine
In the mouth of 'sweet neighbors;
Nor for treasure, nor to sail the seas
Could be seen the fall 'tall forests
Under the 'sword, ax of rusticana;
Neither s' place was even named to the stars,
To conquer the Nereus' tall storms.
Allor seam 'other pit were safe,
And the tower without the city; furnace
He did not know steeling rods railways,
That the tools of death were unknown
By the virtue of perpetual peace.
Nor indeed even the beating anvils
Formossi plow; neither hammer sounding
Was preparing to villanel the flukes,
Yes courteous terren gave the corn,
And producean beloved fruit plants.
O fortunate to rimembrarsi age of life!
Scorgea da'larghi sources instead of 'wave
Correr Falerni, and hard oaks
Mel sweeter distillar the branches:
But it quivered Bears, or fierce lions
Traean roar, or vomiting tosco
Giva serpent in the midst of 'grassy meadows
He closed his eyes, and he was sleeping people,
People, whose dances were eternal,
Eternal songs, to which the auroras sorgean
No offense to the clouds, that serene
Volgean the stars in the night's horror.
It was then I miss, and step by step disappeared
The primal age d 'or so innocent; and rea
Most always feasi human malice;
But disdaining the Astrea shouted:
In order to twist, not recommended, the steps?
And when the turn your? and then oblivion
Leave my heart your my advice?
So you do not call to mind, as happy
For me traeste 's hours, and extent
I removed you from harm and dangers?
Ah you'll fall d 'at the bottom of all evil:
You will see the dear dimagrar beggars:
There assaliran fevers: your roof
With iron and flame prederan enemies
Offensive: the wives love
Not Faran parts of Hymen 'he beds
A 'fathers for their honesty semblances.
Everything fia fraud, your rice
They'll be back in sorrow; love cries
From the 'golden harps sbandiranno songs.
So shouting, and with troubled accents
Shook the 'least, and the wicked shall breasts
Never let tranquillise choirs.
But not so much for the perverse minds
S 'hurried back to the river Costume:
Waves mocked at last the beautiful Diva,
Taking anger, left the earth,
E ver 's Olympus unfolded feathers.
But I dare to say, and I say not err,
That, spending the Sol, it will not go far,
When to 'prayers' s great she moved
Dimostreravvi Desiato the face,
It will make the dear 'hateful etate,
On the right of the so-dir returned
On the shores of Parnassus love
There, where lava d 'Hippocrene to' wave
The terse braids and flowers nectarean
Tesse shining ornaments in her beauty.
At her departure on the lonely shore
I remained silent and thoughtful to say about that,
In my heart it was the singular your name,
Noble Maffeo, which is not Sidonia, O Tyre,
But the sacred Vatican dyed that 'Ostro,
Of t 'adorned' s honored foliage.
Already along the Tiber to your man gazed
Farsi scourge waves struck in the notice
Sen goes the 'Outrage and Malice, and I hear
Astrea down his law divulgar
Among the seven hills, and 'innocence is with him,
From that vegghiando know how to fix your:
But when the Supreme rad 'empires come
A 'holy kisses offerirai plants,
Rome did not yet, not while they will see its hills
Shine the 'gold of the good old days,
But each kingdom, where the great God 's worship,
Will come back happy, and friend of virtue.