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LAND of departed fame whose classic plains	A
Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains	A
Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great and brave	B
Daystars of life a birth place and a grave	B
Home of the Arts where glory's faded smile	C
Sheds lingering light o'er many a mouldering pile	C
Proud wreck of vanish'd power of splendour fled	D
Majestic temple of the mighty dead	D
Whose grandeur yet contending with decay	E
Gleams through the twilight of thy glorious day	E
Though dimm'd thy brightness riveted thy chain	F
Yet fallen Italy rejoice again	G
Lost lovely realm once more 'tis thine to gaze	H
On the rich relics of sublimer days	H
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Awake ye Muses of Etrurian shades	I
Or sacred Tivoli's romantic glades	I
Wake ye that slumber in the bowery gloom	J
Where the wild ivy shadows Virgil's tomb	J
Or ye whose voice by Sorga's lonely wave	B
Swell'd the deep echoes of the fountain's cave	B
Or thrill'd the soul in Tasso's numbers high	K
Those magic strains of love and chivalry	L
If yet by classic streams ye fondly rove	M
Haunting the myrtle vale the laurel grove	M
Oh rouse once more the daring soul of song	N
Seize with bold hand the harp forgot so long	N
And hail with wonted pride those works revered	O
Hallow'd by time by absence more endear'd	P
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And breathe to Those the strain whose warrior might	Q
Each danger stemm'd prevail'd in every fight	Q
Souls of unyielding power to storms inured	R
Sublimed by peril and by toil matured	R
Sing of that Leader whose ascendant mind	S
Could rouse the slumbering spirit of mankind	S
Whose banners track'd the vanquish'd Eagle's flight	Q
O'er many a plain and dark sierra's height	Q
Who bade once more the wild heroic lay	E
Record the deeds of Roncesvalles' day	E
Who through each mountain pass of rock and snow	T
An Alpine huntsman chased the fear struck foe	T
Waved his proud standard to the balmy gales	U
Rich Languedoc that fan thy glowing vales	U
And 'midst those scenes renew'd the achievements high	K
Bequeath'd to fame by England's ancestry	L
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Yet when the storm seem'd hush'd the conflict past	V
One strife remain'd the mightiest and the last	V
Nerved for the struggle in that fateful hour	W
Untamed Ambition summon'd all his power	W
Vengeance and Pride to frenzy roused were there	X
And the stern might of resolute Despair	X
Isle of the free 'twas then thy champions stood	Y
Breasting unmoved the combat's wildest flood	Z
Sunbeam of battle then thy spirit shone	A2
Glow'd in each breast and sank with life alone	A2
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Oh hearts devoted whose illustrious doom	J
Gave there at once your triumph and your tomb	J
Ye firm and faithful in the ordeal tried	B2
Of that dread strife by Freedom sanctified	B2
Shrined not entomb'd ye rest in sacred earth	C2
Hallow'd by deeds of more than mortal worth	C2
What though to mark where sleeps heroic dust	B2
No sculptured trophy rise or breathing bust	B2
Yours on the scene where valour's race was run	D2
A prouder sepulchre the field ye won	D2
There every mead each cabin's lowly name	E2
Shall live a watchword blended with your fame	E2
And well may flowers suffice those graves to crown	F2
That ask no urn to blazon their renown	F2
There shall the bard in future ages tread	B2
And bless each wreath that blossoms o'er the dead	B2
Revere each tree whose sheltering branches wave	B
O'er the low mounds the altars of the brave	B
Pause o'er each warrior's grass grown bed and hear	G2
In every breeze some name to glory dear	H2
And as the shades of twilight close around	B2
With martial pageants people all the ground	B2
Thither unborn descendants of the slain	F
Shall throng as pilgrims to the holy fane	F
While as they trace each spot whose records tell	I2
Where fought their fathers and prevail'd and fell	I2
Warm in their souls shall loftiest feelings glow	T
Claiming proud kindred with the dust below	T
And many an age shall see the brave repair	X
To learn the Hero's bright devotion there	X
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And well Ausonia may that field of fame	E2
From thee one song of echoing triumph claim	E2
Land of the lyre 'twas there the avenging sword	B2
Won the bright treasures to thy fanes restored	B2
Those precious trophies o'er thy realms that throw	T
A veil of radiance hiding half thy woe	T
And bid the stranger for awhile forget	B2
How deep thy fall and deem thee glorious yet	B2
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Yes fair creations to perfection wrought	B2
Embodied visions of ascending thought	B2
Forms of sublimity by Genius traced	B2
In tints that vindicate adoring taste	B2
Whose bright originals to earth unknown	A2
Live in the spheres encircling glory's throne	A2
Models of art to deathless fame consign'd	B2
Stamp'd with the high born majesty of mind	B2
Yes matchless works your presence shall restore	J2
One beam of splendour to your native shore	J2
And her sad scenes of lost renown illume	E2
As the bright sunset gilds some hero's tomb	E2
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Oh ne'er in other climes though many an eye	K
Dwelt on your charms in beaming ecstasy	L
Ne'er was it yours to bid the soul expand	B2
With thoughts so mighty dreams so boldly grand	B2
As in that realm where each faint breeze's moan	A2
Seems a low dirge for glorious ages gone	K2
Where 'midst the ruin'd shrines of many a vale	L2
E'en Desolation tells a haughty tale	L2
And scarce a fountain flows a rock ascends	M2
But its proud name with song eternal blends	M2
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Yes in those scenes where every ancient stream	E2
Bids memory kindle o'er some lofty theme	E2
Where every marble deeds of fame records	N2
Each ruin tells of Earth's departed lords	N2
And the deep tones of inspiration swell	I2
From each wild olive wood and Alpine dell	I2
Where heroes slumber on their battle plains	A
Midst prostrate altars and deserted fanes	A
And Fancy communes in each lonely spot	B2
With shades of those who ne'er shall be forgot	B2
There was your home and there your power imprest	B2
With tenfold awe the pilgrim's glowing breast	B2
And as the wind's deep thrills and mystic sighs	A
Wake the wild harp to loftiest harmonies	A
Thus at your influence starting from repose	A
Thought Feeling Fancy into grandeur rose	A
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Fair Florence queen of Arno's lovely vale	L2
Justice and Truth indignant heard thy tale	L2
And sternly smiled in retribution's hour	W
To wrest thy treasures from the Spoiler's power	W
Too long the spirits of thy noble dead	B2
Mourn'd o'er the domes they rear'd in ages fled	B2
Those classic scenes their pride so richly graced	B2
Temples of genius palaces of taste	B2
Too long with sad and desolated mien	O2
Reveal'd where Conquest's lawless track had been	P2
Reft of each form with brighter light imbued	B2
Lonely they frown'd a desert solitude	B2
Florence the Oppressor's noon of pride is o'er	W
Rise in thy pomp again and weep no more	J2
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As one who starting at the dawn of day	B2
From dark illusions phantoms of dismay	B2
With transport heighten'd by those ills of night	B2
Hails the rich glories of expanding light	B2
E'en thus awakening from thy dream of woe	T
While heaven's own hues in radiance round thee glow	T
With warmer ecstasy 'tis thine to trace	A
Each tint of beauty and each line of grace	A
More bright more prized more precious since deplored	B2
As loved lost relics ne'er to be restored	B2
Thy grief as hopeless as the tear drop shed	B2
By fond affection bending o'er the dead	B2
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Athens of Italy once more are thine	Q2
Those matchless gems of Art's exhaustless mine	Q2
For thee bright Genius darts his living beam	E2
Warm o'er thy shrines the tints of Glory stream	E2
And forms august as natives of the sky	K
Rise round each fane in faultless majesty	B2
So chastely perfect so serenely grand	B2
They seem creations of no mortal hand	B2
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Ye at whose voice fair Art with eagle glance	A
Burst in full splendour from her deathlike trance	A
Whose rallying call bade slumbering nations wake	R2
And daring Intellect his bondage break	R2
Beneath whose eye the lords of song arose	A
And snatch'd the Tuscan Iyre from long repose	A

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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