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Italia mia bench 'l parlar sia indarno	A
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TO THE PRINCES OF ITALY EXHORTING THEM TO SET HER FREE	B
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O my own Italy though words are vain	A
The mortal wounds to close	C
Unnumber'd that thy beauteous bosom stain	A
Yet may it soothe my pain	A
To sigh forth Tyber's woes	D
And Arno's wrongs as on Po's sadden'd shore	E
Sorrowing I wander and my numbers pour	E
Ruler of heaven By the all pitying love	F
That could thy Godhead move	G
To dwell a lowly sojourner on earth	H
Turn Lord on this thy chosen land thine eye	I
See God of Charity	B
From what light cause this cruel war has birth	H
And the hard hearts by savage discord steel'd	B
Thou Father from on high	I
Touch by my humble voice that stubborn wrath may yield	B
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Ye to whose sovereign hands the fates confide	B
Of this fair land the reins	J
This land for which no pity wrings your breast	B
Why does the stranger's sword her plains invest	B
That her green fields be dyed	B
Hope ye with blood from the Barbarians' veins	J
Beguiled by error weak	K
Ye see not though to pierce so deep ye boast	B
Who love or faith in venal bosoms seek	K
When throng'd your standards most	B
Ye are encompass'd most by hostile bands	L
O hideous deluge gather'd in strange lands	L
That rushing down amain	A
O'erwhelms our every native lovely plain	A
Alas if our own hands	L
Have thus our weal betray'd who shall our cause sustain	A
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Well did kind Nature guardian of our state	B
Rear her rude Alpine heights	M
A lofty rampart against German hate	B
But blind ambition seeking his own ill	N
With ever restless will	N
To the pure gales contagion foul invites	M
Within the same strait fold	B
The gentle flocks and wolves relentless throng	O
Where still meek innocence must suffer wrong	O
And these oh shame avow'd	B
Are of the lawless hordes no tie can hold	B
Fame tells how Marius' sword	B
Erewhile their bosoms gored	B
Nor has Time's hand aught blurr'd the record proud	B
When they who thirsting stoop'd to quaff the flood	B
With the cool waters mix'd drank of a comrade's blood	B
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Great C sar's name I pass who o'er our plains	J
Pour'd forth the ensanguin'd tide	B
Drawn by our own good swords from out their veins	J
But now nor know I what ill stars preside	B
Heaven holds this land in hate	B
To you the thanks whose hands control her helm	P
You whose rash feuds despoil	N
Of all the beauteous earth the fairest realm	P
Are ye impell'd by judgment crime or fate	B
To oppress the desolate	B
From broken fortunes and from humble toil	N
The hard earn'd dole to wring	Q
While from afar ye bring	Q
Dealers in blood bartering their souls for hire	R
In truth's great cause I sing	Q
Nor hatred nor disdain my earnest lay inspire	S
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Nor mark ye yet confirm'd by proof on proof	T
Bavaria's perfidy	B
Who strikes in mockery keeping death aloof	T
Shame worse than aught of loss in honour's eye	I
While ye with honest rage devoted pour	E
Your inmost bosom's gore	E
Yet give one hour to thought	B
And ye shall own how little he can hold	B
Another's glory dear who sets his own at nought	B
O Latin blood of old	B
Arise and wrest from obloquy thy fame	U
Nor bow before a name	U
Of hollow sound whose power no laws enforce	V
For if barbarians rude	B
Have higher minds subdued	B
Ours ours the crime not such wise Nature's course	V
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Ah is not this the soil my foot first press'd	B
And here in cradled rest	B
Was I not softly hush'd here fondly rear'd	B
Ah is not this my country so endear'd	B
By every filial tie	B
In whose lap shrouded both my parents lie	B
Oh by this tender thought	B
Your torpid bosoms to compassion wrought	B
Look on the people's grief	W
Who after God of you expect relief	W
And if ye but relent	B
Virtue shall rouse her in embattled might	B
Against blind fury bent	B
Nor long shall doubtful hang the unequal fight	B
For no the ancient flame	U
Is not extinguish'd yet that raised the Italian name	U
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Mark sovereign Lords how Time with pinion strong	O
Swift hurries life along	O
E'en now behold Death presses on the rear	X
We sojourn here a day the next are gone	A
The soul disrobed alone	A
Must shuddering seek the doubtful pass we fear	X
Oh at the dreaded bourne	A
Abase the lofty brow of wrath and scorn	A
Storms adverse to the eternal calm on high	B
And ye whose cruelty	B
Has sought another's harm by fairer deed	B
Of heart or hand or intellect aspire	S
To win the honest meed	B
Of just renown the noble mind's desire	R
Thus sweet on earth the stay	B
Thus to the spirit pure unbarr'd is Heaven's way	B
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My song with courtesy and numbers sooth	H
Thy daring reasons grace	Y
For thou the mighty in their pride of place	Y
Must woo to gentle ruth	H
Whose haughty will long evil customs nurse	Z
Ever to truth averse	Z
Thee better fortunes wait	B
Among the virtuous few the truly great	B
Tell them but who shall bid my terrors cease	A2
Peace Peace on thee I call return O heaven born Peace	A2
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DACRE	R
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See Time that flies and spreads his hasty wing	Q
See Life how swift it runs the race of years	B2
And on its weary shoulders death appears	B2
Now all is life and all is spring	Q
Think on the winter and the darker day	B
When the soul naked and alone	A
Must prove the dubious step the still unknown	A
Yet ever beaten way	B
And through this fatal vale	N
Would you be wafted with some gentle gale	N
Put off that eager strife and fierce disdain	A
Clouds that involve our life's serene	A
And storms that ruffle all the scene	A
Your precious hours misspent in others' pain	A
On nobler deeds worthy yourselves bestow	B
Whether with hand or wit you raise	C2
Some monument of peaceful praise	C2
Some happy labour of fair love	F
'Tis all of heaven that you can find below	B
And opens into all above	F
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BASIL KENNET	B

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