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Since now thou art about to leave	A
Thy father's quiet house	B
And all the phantoms and illusions dear	C
That heaven born fancies round it weave	A
And to this lonely region lend their charm	D
Unto the dust and noise of life condemned	E
By destiny soon wilt thou learn to see	F
Our wretchedness and infamy	F
My sister dear who in these mournful times	G
Alas wilt more unhappy souls bestow	H
On our unhappy Italy	F
With strong examples strengthen thou their minds	I
For cruel fate propitious gales	J
Hath e'er to virtue's course denied	K
Nor in weak souls can purity reside	K
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Thy sons must either poor or cowards be	F
Prefer them poor It is the custom still	L
Desert and fortune never yet were friends	M
The strife between them never ends	M
Unhappy they who in these evil days	N
Are born when all things totter to their fall	O
But that we must to heaven leave	A
Be this above all things thy care	P
Thy children still to rear	C
As those who court not Fortune's smiles	Q
Nor playthings are of idle hope or fear	C
And so the future age will call them blessed	R
For in this slothful and deceitful world	S
The living virtue ever we despise	T
The dead we load with eulogies	U
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Women to you our country looks	V
For the redemption of her fame	W
Ah not unto our injury and shame	W
On the soft lustre of your eyes	T
A power far mightier was conferred	X
Than that of fire or sword	Y
The wise and strong in thought and act are by	Z
Your judgment led nay all who live	A2
Beneath the sun to you still bend the knee	F
On you I call then answer me	F
Have you youth's holy aspirations quenched	Y
And are our natures broken crushed by you	B2
These sluggish minds these low desires	C2
These nerveless arms these feeble knees	U
Say say are you to blame for these	U
	-
Love is the spur to noble deeds	D2
To him its worth who knows	E2
And beauty still to lofty love inspires	F2
Love never in his spirit glows	E2
Whose heart exults not in his breast	Y
When angry winds in fight descend	Y
And heaven gathers all its clouds	G2
And mountain crests the lightnings rend	Y
O wives O maidens he	F
Who shrinks from danger turns his back upon	H2
His country in her need and only seeks	I2
His base desires and appetites to feed	Y
Excites your hatred and your scorn	J2
If ye for men and not for milk sops feel	K2
The glow of love o'er your soft bosoms steal	K2
	-
The mothers of unwarlike sons	L2
O may ye ne'er be called	Y
Your children still inure	M2
For virtue's sake all trials to endure	M2
To scorn the vices of this wretched age	N2
To cherish loyal thoughts and high desires	C2
And learn how much they owe unto their sires	F2
The sons of Sparta thus became	W
Amid the memories of heroes old	Y
Deserving of the Grecian name	W
While the young spouse the trusty sword	Y
Upon the loved one's side would gird	Y
And afterwards with her black locks	O2
The bloodless naked corpse concealed	Y
When homeward borne upon the faithful shield	Y
	-
Virginia thy soft cheek	P2
In Beauty's finest mould was framed	Y
But thy disdain Rome's haughty lord inflamed	Y
How lovely wast thou in thy youth's sweet prime	Q2
When the rough dagger of thy sire	R2
Thy snowy breast did smite	Y
And thou a willing victim didst descend	Y
Into realms of night	Y
May old age wither and consume my frame	W
O father thus she said	Y
And may they now for me the tomb prepare	P
E'er I the impious bed	Y
Of that foul tyrant share	P
And if my blood new life and liberty	Y
May give to Rome by thy hand let me die	Y
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Ah in those better days	N
When more propitious shone the sun than now	S2
Thy tomb dear child was not left comfortless	N
But honored with the tears of all	O
Behold around thy lovely corpse the sons	N
Of Romulus with holy wrath inflamed	Y
Behold the tyrants locks with dust besmeared	Y
In sluggish breasts once more	T2
The sacred name of Liberty revered	Y
Behold o'er all the subjugated earth	U2
The troops of Latium march triumphant forth	V2
From torrid desert to the gloomy pole	W2
And thus eternal Rome	X2
That had so long in sloth oblivious lain	Y2
A daughter's sacrifice revives again	Z2

Giacomo Leopardi

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