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And prouder still , when St $ mteoul * blazmg slied Funereal glare b \ r pil&s of Asia * s ? ffcadl a S uch ^ vtfet * e he * deeds of yot ; e t : trot withered new Th £ wreathf 6 { glory from her sbjecfebrovvl Her name ' * The Free' * of thirteen hundred years Has sunk at length in bondage and in tears : Arid it 6 \ v ~ - * -what art thou ? City of the
wares!—A tyrant ' s dungeon of degraded staves * Dull as the slumber of their slow canals . Dull as the silence of their empty halls , Dull as thbir dead !—O ! would their dead might be Once mom awake , and Venice yet be free!—~ Ye shrouded Chiefs ,-who struck the flying foe ^ Pisani , * Carrnagnola , Dandoloi
Rend—rend the tomb , and start to second life , , And strive in kindled Freedom's glorious strife ! Strike , as ye struck the Frank , the Greek , the Hun , Strike , as ye struck when Candia ' s fight was won * When Venice thundered with avenging hate Stern Doria n s threat on Genoa ' s rival state ,
Or when m vain Carrara ' s f valor tried From Padua ' s wall to turn the battle ' s , tide I Mute—mute !—unheard the summons echoes o ' er The fiery bosoms that may beat no more : But ye—their living Sons—Oi spurn the chain I Alas I they heed it notl- ^ -the call is vain I
As o * er the bier , where silent Beauty sleeps * For ever hushed—some lonely Lover weeps , —* - Whilst o ' er his soul fond Memory ' s vision strays , And all the looks and tones of happier days Rush on his thought , — - " And is she nought but clay ? Perchance the Spirit has not passed away—Again perchance the long-suspended breath
Will break the dread tranquillity of death !"—• It may not be I—the changeless cheek , the eye All darkly curtained in Eternity , The lifeless hair in weak confusion thrown ,
The chill white hand that thrills not to his own , The lips , whose music swayed his wayward will , Now coldly closed , and colourless , and still , — These leave not Doubt to gild despairing gloonv Nor furnish Hope to flutter o ' er the tomb 1
O ! thus may he , who quits his northern home Amid Italia n s softer scenes to roam . O ' er Venice mourn ! still beauty lingers there * But palely sweet , and desolately fair : Yes ! still her turrets rise—her bulwarks' frown On Ocean ' s humbled wave looks darkly down , And still her streets their marble grandeur raise To wake the wonder of the stranger ' s ' gaze 1
Pisani was the Commander of thirty-four galleys against the Genoese . Carmaf n , after a long series of brilliant rictories > fell under the suspicion of " The Tern and was publicly executed . Dandolo was Doge when the Ambassadors arrived fro ranee to ask the assistance of the Venetians for the recovery of the Holy Land , an < ^ though ninety years old , greatly distinguished himself at the capture of Constai
t Carrara , Prince of Padua , with his two sons , after bravely defending his capitt gainst the Venetians , was compelled to surrender , and on the faith of a safe-co ) afieJ tJey Ie P * * to Venice to entreat the clemency of the Senate , who , hawev « r a short interval , caused them to be put to death in the prisons of St , Mftrlu
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1826, page 559, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2552/page/51/
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