di Roberta Lamonica “Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,’Said then the lost archangel, `this the seatThat we must change for heav’n, this mournful gloomFor that celestial light? Be it so, since heWho now is sovran can dispose and bidWhat shall be right […]The mind is its own place, and in itselfCan make... Continua a leggere →