La tiranna
Beethoven, Ludwig van
Ah grief to think! Ah woe to name,
The doom that fate has destin'd mine!
Forbid to fan my wayward flame,
Ad, slave to silience, hopeless pine!
Imperious fair! In fatal hour,
I mark'd the vivid lightning, roll.
That gave to know thy ruthless pow'r,
And gleam'd desctrucion on my soul!