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Loud cries, shifting flocks of birds taking flight-- I hear terror as the eagle comes near; no-one feels safe, even in his own nest-- The eagle, secure, knowing that God is on his side and will help him, sure he is right and strong, means to extend his talons to the remote shores of this earth, to be magnificent. The man who was my sun preceded you, carved out this empire, shattered the resistance--he scattered them like so many clouds--he exulted in the work, and he prays your wings reach both poles, the stars befriend you--as you fly higher may your plumes wave--and this pen gain--in strength. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LXIII:63. See also B E25:215; R CIX:318; MSs F1, Cor, Pa, PaI, RA, VI, Ve2; 1538/9, 1540-2,44-6; 1552/9-60; 1558 Ruscelli; 1760 Rota. Translation: Roscoe, 343. A second to Charles V after Pescara's death. Key |
