“Lovely Nymphs, ye sister Nymphs of the river Po,
And ye from out the greenwood and where the sea-waves beat,
And ye who live by fountains and on hill-tops high.”

Vaghe Ninfe del Po, Ninfe sorelle,
E voi de' boschi e voi d'onda marina
E voi de' fonti e de l'alpestri cime.
Rime d'amore ("Rhymes of Love"), 175.

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Vaghe Ninfe del Po, Ninfe sorelle, E voi de' boschi e voi d'onda marina E voi de' fonti e de l'alpestri cime.

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