To Angelo Mai, On His Discovery Of The Lost Books Of Cicero, "de Republica." Poem Rhyme Scheme

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

Giacomo Leopardi

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