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Music of the Waters. 181 |
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The pretty idea of this little poem seems almost lost in the English version, certes one may translate Neapolitan songs into our own cold, stately language ; but the softly-rounded phrases sound meaningless and harsh. One cannot translate the passionate abandon of the Neapolitan's love-songs, nor the sunny impudence of those which treat of other matters. We may bring the sprig of Edelweiss from the lofty heights of the Alps, and expect it to flourish in a back garden in Bloomsbury, and we may sing the Neapolitan song to the piano in our chilly northern land ; but we |
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