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My country I the walls the arches see	A
The columns statues and the towers	B
Deserted of our ancestors	B
But ah the glory I do not behold	C
The laurel and the sword that graced	D
Our sires of old	C
Now all unarmed a naked brow	E
A naked breast dost thou display	F
Ah me how many wounds what stains of blood	G
Oh what a sight art thou	E
Most beautiful of women I	H
To heaven cry aloud and to the world	I
'Who hath reduced her to this pass	J
Say say ' And worst of all alas	J
See both her arms in chains are bound	K
With hair dishevelled and without a veil	L
She sits disconsolate upon the ground	K
And hides her face between her knees	M
As she bewails her miseries	M
Oh weep my Italy for thou hast cause	N
Thou who wast born the nations to subdue	O
As victor and as victim too	O
Oh if thy eyes two living fountains were	P
The volume of their tears could ne'er express	Q
Thy utter helplessness thy shame	R
Thou who wast once the haughty dame	R
And now the wretched slave	S
Who speaks or writes of thee	A
That must not bitterly exclaim	R
'She once was great but oh behold her now'	T
Why hast thou fallen thus oh why	H
Where is the ancient force	U
Where are the arms the valor constancy	A
Who hath deprived thee of thy sword	V
What treachery what skill what labor vast	W
Or what o'erwhelming horde	V
Whose fierce invading tide thou could'st not stem	X
Hath robbed thee of thy robe and diadem	X
From such a height how couldst thou fall so low	Y
Will none defend thee No	Y
No son of thine For arms for arms I call	Z
Alone I'll fight for thee alone will fall	Z
And from my blood a votive offering	A2
May flames of fire in every bosom spring	A2
Where are thy sons The sound of arms I hear	B2
Of chariots of voices and of drums	C2
From foreign lands it comes	C2
For which thy children fight	D2
Oh hearken hearken Italy I see	A
Or is it but a dream	E2
A wavering of horse and foot	F2
And smoke and dust and flashing swords	G2
That like the lightning gleam	E2
Art thou not comforted Dost turn away	F
Thy eyes in horror from the doubtful fray	F
Ye gods ye gods Oh can it be	A
The youth of Italy	A
Their hireling swords for other lands have bared	H2
Oh wretched he in war who falls	I2
Not for his native shores	J2
His loving wife and children dear	K2
But fighting for another's gain	T
And by another's foe is slain	T
Nor can he say as his last breath he draws	L2
'My mother land beloved ah see	A
The life thou gav'st I render back to thee '	M2
Oh fortunate and dear and blessed	N2
The ancient days when rushed to death the brave	S
In crowds their country's life to save	S
And you forever glorious	O2
Thessalian straits	P2
Where Persia Fate itself could not withstand	Q2
The fiery zeal of that devoted band	Q2
Do not the trees the rocks the waves	R2
The mountains to each passer by	H
With low and plaintive voice tell	S2
The wondrous tale of those who fell	S2
Heroes invincible who gave	S
Their lives their Greece to save	S
Then cowardly as fierce	T2
Xerxes across the Hellespont retired	U2
A laughing stock to all succeeding time	V2
And up Anthela's hill where e'en in death	W2
The sacred Band immortal life obtained	X2
Simonides slow climbing thoughtfully	A
Looked forth on sea and shore and sky	H
And then his cheeks with tears bedewed	X2
And heaving breast and trembling foot he stood	X2
His lyre in hand and sang	Y2
'O ye forever blessed	X2
Who bared your breasts unto the foeman's lance	Z2
For love of her who gave you birth	A3
By Greece revered and by the world admired	X2
What ardent love your youthful minds inspired	X2
To rush to arms such perils dire to meet	X2
A fate so hard with loving smiles to greet	X2
Her children why so joyously	A
Ran ye that stern and rugged pass to guard	X2
As if unto a dance	Z2
Or to some splendid feast	X2
Each one appeared to haste	X2
And not grim death Death to brave	S
But Tartarus awaited ye	A
And the cold Stygian wave	S
Nor were your wives or children at your side	X2
When on that rugged shore	B3
Without a kiss without a tear ye died	X2
But not without a fearful blow	A
To Persians dealt and their undying shame	R
As at a herd of bulls a lion glares	C3
Then plunging in upon the back	D3
Of this one leaps and with his claws	L2
A passage all along his chine he tears	C3
And fiercely drives his teeth into his sides	E3
Such havoc Grecian wrath and valor made	X2
Amongst the Persian ranks dismayed	X2
Behold each prostrate rider and his steed	X2
Behold the chariots and the fallen tents	F3
A tangled mass their flight impede	X2
And see among the first to fly	A
The tyrant pale and in disorder wild	X2
See how the Grecian youths	G3
With blood barbaric dyed	X2
And dealing death on every side	X2
By slow degrees by their own wounds subdued	X2
The one upon the other fall Farewell	A
Ye heroes blessed whose names shall live	H3
While tongue can speak or pen your story tell	A
Sooner the stars torn from their spheres shall hiss	I3
Extinguished in the bottom of the sea	A
Than the dear memory and love of you	O
Shall suffer loss or injury	A
Your tomb an altar is the mothers here	B2
Shall come unto their little ones to show	A
The lovely traces of your blood Behold	X2
Ye blessed myself upon the ground I throw	A
And kiss these stones these clods	A
Whose fame unto the end of time	V2
Shall sacred be in every clime	V2
Oh had I too been here with you	O
And this dear earth had moistened with my blood	X2
But since stern Fate would not consent	X2
That I for Greece my dying eyes should close	A
In conflict with her foes	A
Still may the gracious gods accept	X2
The offering I bring	A2
And grant to me the precious boon	T
Your Hymn of Praise to sing '	M2

Count Giacomo Leopardi

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