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ON HIS DISCOVERY OF THE LOST BOOKS OF CICERO	A
'DE REPUBLICA '	B
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Italian bold why wilt thou never cease	C
The fathers from their tombs to summon forth	D
Why bring them with this dead age to converse	E
That stifled is by enemies and by sloth	F
And why dost thou voice of our ancestors	G
That hast so long been mute	H
Resound so loud and frequent in our ears	I
Why all these grand discoveries	J
As in a flash the fruitful pages come	K
What hath this wretched age deserved	L
That dusty cloisters have for it reserved	L
These hidden treasures of the wise and brave	M
Illustrious man with what strange power	N
Does Fate thy ardent zeal befriend	O
Or does Fate vainly with man's will contend	O
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Without the lofty counsel of the gods	P
It surely could not be that now	Q
When we were never sunk so low	A
In desperate oblivion of the Past	R
Each moment comes a cry renewed	S
From our great sires to shake our souls at last	R
Heaven still some pity shows for Italy	T
Some god hath still our happiness at heart	U
Since this or else no other is the hour	N
Italian virtue to redeem	V
And its old lustre once more to impart	U
These pleading voices from the grave we hear	W
Forgotten heroes rise from earth again	X
To see my country if at this late day	Y
Thou still art pleased the coward's part to play	Y
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And do ye cherish still	Z
Illustrious shades some hope of us	A2
Have we not perished utterly	T
To you perhaps it is allowed to read	B2
The book of destiny I am dismayed	C2
And have no refuge from my grief	D2
For dark to me the future is and all	E2
That I discern is such as makes hope seem	V
A fable and a dream To your old homes	F2
A wretched crew succeed to noble act or word	G2
They pay no heed for your eternal fame	H2
They know no envy feel no blush of shame	H2
A filthy mob your monuments defile	E2
To ages yet unborn	I2
We have become a by word and a scorn	I2
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Thou noble spirit if no others care	J2
For our great Fathers' fame oh care thou still	E2
Thou to whom Fate hath so benignant been	K2
That those old days appear again	X
When roused from dire oblivion's tomb	L2
Came forth with all the treasures of their lore	M2
Those ancient bards divine with whom	L2
Great Nature spake but still behind her veil	E2
And with her mysteries graced	N2
The holidays of Athens and of Rome	O2
O times now buried in eternal sleep	P2
Our country's ruin was not then complete	Q2
We then a life of wretched sloth disdained	R2
Still from our native soil were borne afar	S2
Some sparks of genius by the passing air	J2
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Thy holy ashes still were warm	T2
Whom hostile fortune ne'er unmanned	U2
Unto whose anger and whose grief	D2
Hell was more grateful than thy native land	U2
Ah what but hell has Italy become	K
And thy sweet cords	V2
Still trembled at the touch of thy right hand	U2
Unhappy bard of love	W2
Alas Italian song is still the child	X2
Of sorrow born	I2
And yet less hard to bear	J2
Consuming grief than dull vacuity	X2
O blessed thou whose life was one lament	X2
Disgust and nothingness are still our doom	L2
And by our cradle sit and on our tomb	L2
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But thy life then was with the stars and sea	T
Liguria's hardy son	Y2
When thou beyond the columns and the shores	Z2
Where oft at set of sun	Y2
The waves are heard to hiss	A3
As he into their depths has plunged	X2
Committed to the boundless deep	P2
Didst find again the sun's declining ray	Y
The new born day didst find	X2
When it from us had passed away	Y
Defying Nature's every obstacle	E2
A land unknown didst win the glorious spoils	B3
Of all thy perils all thy toils	B3
And yet when known the world seems smaller still	E2
And earth and ocean and the heavenly sphere	C3
More vast unto the child than to the sage appear	C3
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Where now are all the charming dreams	D3
Of the mysterious retreats	E3
Of dwellers unto us unknown	F3
Or where by day the stars to rest have gone	G3
Or of the couch remote of Eos bright	X2
Or of the sun's mysterious sleep at night	X2
They in an instant vanished all	E2
A little chart portrays this earthly ball	E2
Lo all things are alike discovery	T
But proves the way for dull vacuity	X2
Farewell to thee O Fancy dear	C3
If plain unvarnished truth appear	C3
Thought more and more is still estranged from thee	T
Thy power so mighty once will soon be gone	G3
And our poor wounded hearts be left forlorn	I2
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But thou for these sweet dreams wast born	I2
And the old sun upon thee shone	F3
Delightful singer of the arms and loves	H3
That in an age far happier than our own	F3
Men's lives with pleasing errors filled	X2
New hope of Italy O towers O caves	I3
O ladies cavaliers	I
O gardens palaces Amenites	I
At thought of which the mind	X2
Is lost in thousand splendid reveries	I
Ye lovely fables and ye thoughts grotesque	J3
Now banished And what to us remains	I
Now that the bloom from all things is removed	X2
Alas the sole the certain thought	X2
That all except our wretchedness is nought	X2
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Torquato O Torquato heaven to us	I
The rich gift of thy genius gave to thee	T
Nought else but misery	T
Ill starred Torquato whom thy song	K3
So sweet could not console	E2
Nor melt the ice to which	L3
The genial current of thy soul	E2
Was turned by private envy princely hate	X2
And then by Love abandoned life's last dream	V
To thee nought real seemed but nothingness	I
The world a dreary wilderness	I
Too late the honors came so long deferred	X2
And yet to die was unto thee a gain	M3
Who knows the evils of our mortal state	X2
Demands but death no garland asks of Fate	X2
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Return return to us	I
Rise from thy silent dreary tomb	L2
And feast thine eyes on our distress	I
O thou whose life was crowned with wretchedness	I
Far worse than what appeared to thee so sad	X2
And infamous have all our lives become	K
Dear friend who now would pity thee	T
When none save for himself hath thought or care	J2
Who would not thy keen anguish folly call	E2
When all things great and rare the name of folly bear	J2
When envy no but worse than envy far	S2
Indifference pervades our rulers all	E2
Ah who would now when we all think	N3
Of song so little and so much of gain	M3
A laurel for thy brow prepare again	X
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Ah since thy day there has appeared but one	Y2
Who has the fame of Italy redeemed	X2
Too good for his vile age he stands alone	F3
One of the fierce Allobroges	I
Whose manly virtue was derived	X2
Direct from heavenly powers	I
Not from this dry unfruitful earth of ours	I
Whence he alone unarmed	X2
O matchless courage from the stage	O3
Did war upon the ruthless tyrants wage	O3
The only war the only weapon left	X2
Against the crimes and follies of the age	O3
First and alone he took the field	X2
None followed him all else were cowards tame	H2
Lost to all sense of honor or of shame	H2
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Devoured by anger and by grief	D2
His spotless life he passed	X2
Till from worse scenes released by death at last	X2
O my Victorio this was not for thee	T
The fitting age or land	X2
Great souls congenial times and climes demand	X2
In mere repose we live content	X2
And vulgar mediocrity	T
The wise man sinks the mob ascends	I
Till all at last in one dread level ends	I
Go on thou great discoverer	S2
Revive the dead since all the living sleep	P2
Dead tongues of ancient heroes arm anew	P3
Till this vile age a new life strive to win	K2
By noble deeds or perish in its sin	K2

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