Excerpt from Poesie: Storie, Canti, Traduzioni di Heine, Traduzioni di Poesie Inglesi, (1868-1874)Il mondo (e qui, o candido Lettore, intendi il vero Mondo, non i fantastici Sogni del mio pensiero) Il mondo è dall' origine Gravemente ammalato: Ed a gnarirlo un medico Non s' è finor trovato.Alla cura difficile, Come pietà lo strinse, Son già diciotto secoli.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.