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Text with Thistle and Grass, for the "Ballad of Santa Zita" from "Tuscan Songs"
Date

1868 - 1882
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Artist: Francesca Alexander, American 1837 - 1917
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Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of Joseph and Deborah Goldyne in honor of Marjorie B. Cohn and Konrad Oberhuber, 1981.113

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Title

Text with Thistle and Grass, for the "Ballad of Santa Zita" from "Tuscan Songs"

People

Artist: Francesca Alexander, American 1837 - 1917

Date

1868 - 1882

Classification

Drawings

Credit Line

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of Joseph and Deborah Goldyne in honor of Marjorie B. Cohn and Konrad Oberhuber, 1981.113

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looked
awhile
,
her
heart
with
pity
led
Then
called
him
saying
:
Brother
come
to
me
;
Come
take
this
cloak
and
Wear
it
in
my
stead
It
is
not
mine
or
I
would
give
thee
.
kneel
beside
till
the
prayers
be
said
Pray
God's
love
shall
us
matins
over
much
desire
To
lead
home
warm
by
our
fire
no
more
gown
was
old
thin
feet
were
bare
but
little
did
she
heed
And
praying
fervently
soon
begin
feel
spirit
warmed
indeed
For
thinking
how
when
we
lost
sin
The
Lord
himself
had
on
need
for
just
cold
a
"
Rimself
new_born
infant
Till
mass
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turned
once
Sagrestan
made
haste
door
Waited
he
came
strange
tell
!
sought
as
never
then
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master
again
seen
pass
searched
street
dismay
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doubt
while
at
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say
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away
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gone
frightened
)
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forsake
all
must
confessed
poor
excuse
make
help
peace
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find
which
f
hearted
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compassione
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dicendo
padrone
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dosso
fin
sto
qui
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divozione
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mattutin
meco
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casa
del
mio
padron
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di
adorava
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cuchi
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suo
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al
mondo
noi
pene
sostenne
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s'appressa
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desiderava
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gran
pressa
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chiesa
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fuoco
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la
veste
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tornare
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uscire
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se
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udire
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venne
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questa
ch'è
tevai
che
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lasciame
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con
amor
Dio
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ti
scalderai
po
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avea
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scalza
ne
stava
Ali
poverello
più
attendea
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nude
terra
Con
bassi
sempre
lagrimava
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&
per
-salvar
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Jetto
colla
Santa
Messa
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persona
andava
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l'ha
fatto
tal
causa
levato
sia
Il
poverin
temenza
n'è
Alzando
Zi
itu
verso
Cielo
Dicendo
Iddio
m'abbandonare
quella
modo
potermi
roba
ana
potra
dita
fidare
dia
qualche
questo
potria
nascer
zplo