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To die for what we love!—Oh! there is power In the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this; It is to live without the vanish'd light That strength is needed.

Così trapassa al trapassar d'un Giorno Della vita mortal il fiore e'l verde. .

the star-lit Seine went music swelling, Till the air thrill'd with its exulting mirth; Proudly it floated, even as if no dwelling For cares or stricken hearts were found on earth; And a glad sound the measure lightly beat, A happy chime of many dancing feet,