...aud past, On thy aweet brow ie sorrow ploughed by ahorne, And annals graved in characters of Harne. Oh GOD! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldct claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears...

...into the cause. He is one who shares not the despair which wrung from Byron the exclamation — "O God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful I " for he sees the day of power coming through the wisdom and valor of Sardinia's king, parliament,...

...volume will answer. Might it be, we would consent to sleep fora year. "Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower...present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame, And annals graved in character of flame. Oh God! that thou wert in thy nakedness...

...di straniere genti, Per servir sempre, o vincitrice o vinta.1 ' Italia ! oh Italia ! Thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower...present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. O, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness...

...ancient glory, and gaze on her priceless treasures of human art ! "Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast , , The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower...present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame.' Oh God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst...

...Mrvir sempre, o vincitrice o vinta.' ' Italia ! oh Italia ! Thou who hast The fatal gift of beanty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. O, God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness...

...at (he end of this Canto, Nos. XI. XII. XIII.-E. XLII. Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast The fetal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present...sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals (¡raved in characters of flame. Oh, God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful,...

...sacred BOW. XLII. Itafia! ohltaua! thou who ha«t " The fiul gift of beauty, which became A fuñera! its cloud o'er grog or ale, plough1 d by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness...

...straniere genti, Per servir sempre, o vincitrice o vinta." FILICAJA. " Italia ! Oh Italia ! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower...in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and would'st claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears...

...Italian poets, breaks out in those beautiful and burning lines : " Italia ! Oh, Italia, thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty which became A funeral dower...present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness...