almieri

Updated: August 23, 2026

If rain made the leaves to droop, or scudded in sheets along the causeways, she sang plaintively, the wounded, aggrieved, hurt notes of the nightingale. Her song then would be some old-remembered sorrow of her land of Ginevra degli Almieri, the wandering wife; of the Donna Lombarda, who poisoned her lover; or of the Countess Costanza's violated vow.

Maurice Henry Hewlett - The Fool Errant : Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca