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The Gleaner of Sapri's Manuscript (Written by the poet Luigi Mercantini)





At the top floor of the museum there is the original manuscript of The Gleaner of Sapri, Written by Luigi Mercantini.

"They were three hundred, they were young and strong, and they died."

This  is the famous refrain of what is probably one of the most famous poems of the Risorgimento, the gleaner of Sapri, composed by Luigi Mercantini in memory of the enterprise attempted by Carlo Pisacane in 1857 to unification Italy.

In these sections of the Historical Museum is dedicated to the poet Risorgimento Luigi Mercantini with an Historical Ethnographic Collection.

This floor, dedicated to the Italy of nineteenth, allows visitors to immerse themselves during the time of National Unity, capturing the feelings that animated the young patriots who infuocavano the Italian Province. Songs and poems encouraged the barricades and political struggles of an Italy that joining was preparing to enter Europe.



Sapri
The Gleaner of Sapri
Luigi Mercantini (1821–1872)
Anonymous translation

THEY were three hundred, they were young and strong,
            And they are dead!
One morning, as I went to glean the grain,
I saw a bark in middle of the main;
It was a bark came steaming to the shore,        5
And hoisted for its flag the tricolor.
At Ponza’s isle it stopped beneath the lea;
It stayed awhile, and then put out to sea,—
Put out to sea, and came unto our strand;
Landed with arms, but not as foemen land.        10
They were three hundred, they were young and strong,
            And they are dead!
Landed with arms, but not as foemen land,
For they stooped down and kissed the very sand.
And one by one I looked them in the face;        15
A tear and smile in each one I could trace!
“Thieves from their dens are these,” some people said,
And yet they took not even a loaf of bread!
I heard them utter but a single cry:
“We for our native land have come to die!”        20
They were three hundred, they were young and strong,
            And they are dead!
With eyes of azure, and with hair of gold,
A young man marched in front of them; and bold
I made myself, and, having seized his hand,        25
Asked him, “Where goest, fair captain of the band?”
He looked at me and answered, “Sister mine,
I go to die for this fair land of thine!”
I felt my heart was trembling through and through,
Nor could I say to him, “God comfort you!”        30
They were three hundred, they were young and strong,
            And they are dead!
That morning I forgot to glean the grain,
And set myself to follow in their train.
Twice over they encountered the gens-d’armes,        35
Twice over they despoiled them of their arms;
But when we came before Certosa’s wall
We heard the drums beat and the trumpets call,
And mid the smoke, the firing, and the glare
More than a thousand fell upon them there.        40
They were three hundred, they were young and strong,
            And they are dead!
They were three hundred, and they would not fly;
They seemed three thousand, and they wished to die,
But wished to die with weapons in their hands;        45
Before them ran with blood the meadow-lands.
I prayed for them, but ere the fight was o’er
Swooned suddenly away, and looked no more;
For in their midst I could no more behold
Those eyes of azure and that hair of gold!        50
They were three hundred, they were young and strong,
            And they are dead!


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