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8 Tho' dimm'd thy brightness, rivetted thy chain, Yet, fallen Italy! rejoice again! Lost, lovely realm! once more 'tis thine to gaze, On the rich relics of sublimer days.


 * Awake, ye Muses of Etrurian shades,

Or sacred Tivoli's romantic glades; Wake, ye that slumber in the bowery gloom, Where the wild ivy shadows Virgil's tomb; Or ye, whose voice, by Sorga's lonely wave, Swell'd the deep echoes of the fountain's cave; Oh! rouse once more the daring soul of song, Seize with bold hand the harp, forgot so long; And hail, with wonted pride, those works rever'd, Hallow'd by time, by absence more endear'd.


 * Yes! fair creations, to perfection wrought,

Embodied visions of ascending thought!