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———Oh! ben provvide il Cielo Ch' Uom per delitti mai lieto non sia.

land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! Though not for thee with classic shores to vie In charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye; Yet hast thou scenes of beauty, richly fraught With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought; Fountains, and vales, and rocks, whose ancient name High deeds have raised to mingle with their fame. Those scenes are peaceful now: the citron blows, Wild spreads the myrtle, where the brave repose. No sound of battle swells on Douro's shore, And banners wave on Ebro's banks no more. But who, unmoved, unawed, shall coldly tread Thy fields that sepulchre the mighty dead?