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CANTO IV.] LVI.

But where repose the all Etruscan three—

Dante, and Petrarch, and, scarce less than they,

The Bard of Prose, creative Spirit! he

Of the Hundred Tales of Love—where did they lay

Their bones, distinguished from our common clay

In death as life? Are they resolved to dust,

And have their Country's Marbles nought to say?

Could not her quarries furnish forth one bust?

Did they not to her breast their filial earth entrust?

LVII.

Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar, N18

Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore: N19