Who is Torquato Tasso

Torquato Tasso ( TASS-oh, also US: TAH-soh, Italian: [torˈkwaːto ˈtasso]; 11 March 1544 – 25 April 1595) was an Italian poet of the 16th century, known for his 1591 poem Gerusalemme liberata (Jerusalem Delivered), in which he depicts a highly imaginative version of the combats between Christians and Muslims at the end of the First Crusade, during the Siege of Jerusalem of 1099.

Tasso had mental illness and died a few days before he was to be crowned on the Capitoline Hill as the king of poets by Pope Clement VIII. His work was widely translated and adapted, and until the beginning of the 20th century, he remained one of the most widely read poets in Europe.

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Born in Sorrento, Torquato was the son of Bernardo Tasso...
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Book 33 Great 28 Heart 28 I Love You 27 Love 27 Sweet 26 High 26 King 24 Fight 22 Strong 22


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Amitmajmudar: my hotel in sorrento is literally next door to this statue of torquato tasso and is on the piazza tasso i happened to reread jerusalem delivered just last year! goethe wrote a play about him. a boutique called aminta (after an early pastoral work of his) is just down the street
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