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CANTO IV.] Which Petrarch's laureate brow supremely wore,

Upon a far and foreign soil had grown,

His Life, his Fame, his Grave, though rifled—not thine own.

LVIII.

Boccaccio to his parent earth bequeathed N21

His dust,—and lies it not her Great among,