The Oath Pontida
John BerchetL'han Pontidaconvenuti sworn I saw them from the mountain and the plan. The han swore and shook manocittadini twenty cittàOh spectacle of joy! I agree Lombardison, locked in a foreign Lega.Lo the flagpole spiegacol she dyed her blood on the ashes of the ars darà.Più abiturola Lombard scum is not siede.Ella arises. A home she chiedeai brothers, husband guerrier.L 'have sworn. You women frugal, respected, happy bride and groom, you guardan doubtful that children do not, you shall 'strong spiraste voler.Perchè the unknown do not have that here padriqui staran as their own heritage? A land, a costume, a linguaggioDio them also did not gave DISADVANTAGE? His home was in each divisa.E 'this gift just for lui.Maledetto who usurps the others, who leaves his gift rapir.Sù Lombardi! All your Comuneha a tower, each tower a ring: sounds the alarm. Who has a feud Villach 'his is the City that he giuròOra the die is cast. If alcunodi dubbiezze still cautious about, if his heart does not feel the victory in his heart to betray pensò.Federigo? He is a man like voi.Come your iron is down with it brando.Questi its prey, as they wear mortal flesh .- But you are a thousand thousand more - that mounts? Maybe not so many mothers here? Perhaps the arm wave fer gift to the children, because the arm is not worth this? On! Nell'irto regrettable Allemann up Lombard, point the sword to your contradaquesta your beautiful daughters of the cel you sortì.Vaghe fervent love, who in the hour of the risks is a coward, as you do not ISMERI a glance, without Wedding dì.Presto its consumption, to arms! Who has a sharpen the iron, and who suffered an injustice we sel ricordi.Via this bunch of greedy! down the pride of their sirLibertà fawn does not fail to violent, but the path of 'perils ell'addita, but promised to those who PONV vitanon the premium is inert desir.Giusti anch'ei misfortune, and his paternal sospiril'allemanno the fires, but the return is in vain that he invokes, but here for discounts dolor dolor.Questa ground that he insolent mob, this land fell and bite, she Volga last respects, and both complain of the man who dies.
