A sadder and a wiser man …

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“The sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners’ hollo!

And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work ’em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow! […]

The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner – Parte 2, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Il mio regno, il mio regno per un alito di libertà a gonfiar le mie vele

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Cajo Gracco: Fulmine colga,
Sperda que’ tristi che per vie di sangue
Recando libertà recan catene,
Ed infame e crudel più che il servaggio
Fan la medesma libertà.

Vincenzo Monti, Cajo Gracco – Atto 2.