Who is Count Giacomo Leopardi

Count Giacomo Taldegardo Francesco di Sales Saverio Pietro Leopardi (US: , Italian: [ˈdʒaːkomo leoˈpardi]; 29 June 1798 – 14 June 1837) was an Italian philosopher, poet, essayist, and philologist. He is considered the greatest Italian poet of the nineteenth century and one of the most important figures in the literature of the world, as well as one of the principals of literary romanticism; his constant reflection on existence and on the human condition—of sensuous and materialist inspiration—has also earned him a reputation as a deep philosopher. He is widely seen as one of the most radical and challenging thinkers of the 19th century but routinely compared by Italian critics to his older contemporary Alessandro Manzoni despite expressing "diametrically opposite positions." Alth...
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Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems

  • On An Old Sepuchral Bas-relief
    WHERE IS SEEN A YOUNG MAIDEN, DEAD, IN THE ACT OF DEPARTING,
    TAKING LEAVE OF HER FAMILY.

    ...
  • The Evening Of The Holiday
    The night is mild and clear, and without wind,
    And o'er the roofs, and o'er the gardens round
    The moon shines soft, and from afar reveals
    Each mountain-peak serene. O lady, mine, ...
  • On The Portrait Of A Beautiful Woman,
    CARVED ON HER MONUMENT.


    Such _wast_ thou: now in earth below, ...
  • The Last Song Of Sappho
    Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray
    Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er
    The rock appearest, 'mid the silent grove,
    The messenger of day; how dear ye were, ...
  • Palinodia
    TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI.


    I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long ...
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Life 33 Heaven 30 Earth 28 Heart 27 Love 26 Hope 26 I Love You 26 Light 25 Fate 24 World 24


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Ancientawakener: maybe if i had wings to fly above the clouds and count the stars out one by one, or, like thunder, graze from peak to peak i’d be happier, my gentle flock, happier, bright moon. - giacomo leopardi, night song of a wandering shepherd in asia
Newhorizonsfcc: children find everything in nothing; men, nothing in everything. (giacomo leopardi) count giacomo taldegardo francesco di sales saverio pietro leopardi (29 june 1798 – 14 june 1837) was an italian philosopher, poet, essayist, and philologist.
Kentbottles: on the notebooks of count giacomo leopardi
Sun__series: the village saturday night poem by count giacomo leopardi
Ozannemichael: giacomo leopardi ("i heard he was a count"... "i thought he was alright...")
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