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Surge clear in the gloomy winter towered Bologna,

and white snow on the hill ride.

sweet is the hour that the sun is about to die salutes

towers and 'the temple, star Petronio, yours

towers whose battlements tant'ala lambe of a century, and the solemn temple

the solitary peak.

The sky brightness in cold diamond shines;

and Aer as a veil of silver lying

on 'the hole, slight fading back to the piers that rose dark

clipeata the arm of my ancestors .

linger on the high summits looking at the sun with a smile

languid purple,

that the gray stone in the dark crimson brick

seems to awaken the souls of the ages, and

a desire sad pe 's drive air alarm

di rossi maggi,di calde aulenti sere,

quando le donne gentili danzavano in piazza

e co' i re vinti i consoli tornavano.

Tale la musa ride fuggente al verso in cui trema

un desiderio vano de la bellezza antica.

Giosuè Carducci, Nella Piazza di San Petronio