The second lesson of the Ambrosian manuscript IV 0.3 to 4
rises in the morning sun before the dawn in the company, which then appears on the big 'extreme horizon to render happy the animals and plants and fields el'onde. Then the good villan rises from the bed where the dear faithful wife, and his minor sons intepidîr the night, then on the back carrying the sacred tools that first finds Ceres, and Pale, move along the slow oxen, and shakes down the little path from the curved branches fresh dew that gems to flush the rising of the sun light rifrange.
Allora sorge il fabbro, e la sonante
officina riapre, e all’opre torna
l’altro dì non perfette, o se di chiave
ardua e ferrati ingegni all’inquieto
ricco l’arche assecura, o se d’argento
e d’oro incider vuol gioielli e vasi
per ornamento a nova sposa o a mense.
Ma che? tu inorridisci, e mostri in capo,
qual istrice pungente, irti i capelli
al suon di mie parole? Ah, il tuo mattino,
signor, questo non &egrave. Tu col cadente
sol non sedesti a parca cena, e al lume
dell’incerto crepuscolo non gisti
jeri a posar, qual nei tuguri suoi
entro a rigide coltri il vulgo vile.
A voi celeste prole, a voi, concilio
almo di semidei, altro concesse
Giove Benigno and altr'arti novo and laws for street guide & egrave me d'PURPOSE. You among the vigils, and the singing scenes, and much more than the pathetic game producesti the night and tired at last, in the golden chariot, with the din of precipitous hot wheels, steering wheels and the trampling of steeds, lunge envi agitasti the night air, and darkness with a torch around superb You opened, since then, when the Sicilian land from each other Tues feo Pluto resound with the wagon to which shone before the German anguicrinite of the Furies.
Allora sorge il fabbro, e la sonante
officina riapre, e all’opre torna
l’altro dì non perfette, o se di chiave
ardua e ferrati ingegni all’inquieto
ricco l’arche assecura, o se d’argento
e d’oro incider vuol gioielli e vasi
per ornamento a nova sposa o a mense.
Ma che? tu inorridisci, e mostri in capo,
qual istrice pungente, irti i capelli
al suon di mie parole? Ah, il tuo mattino,
signor, questo non &egrave. Tu col cadente
sol non sedesti a parca cena, e al lume
dell’incerto crepuscolo non gisti
jeri a posar, qual nei tuguri suoi
entro a rigide coltri il vulgo vile.
A voi celeste prole, a voi, concilio
almo di semidei, altro concesse
Giove Benigno and altr'arti novo and laws for street guide & egrave me d'PURPOSE. You among the vigils, and the singing scenes, and much more than the pathetic game producesti the night and tired at last, in the golden chariot, with the din of precipitous hot wheels, steering wheels and the trampling of steeds, lunge envi agitasti the night air, and darkness with a torch around superb You opened, since then, when the Sicilian land from each other Tues feo Pluto resound with the wagon to which shone before the German anguicrinite of the Furies.
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