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With all thy founts of fire, while spoilers tread
Ha! who art thou,
One, o'er whom hath pass'd
[He shows a ring.
Righteous Heaven ! the pledge
Call me so
When my great task is done. Yet who can tell
If the return'd be welcome ?-Many a heart
Why dost thou gaze,
That I may read
Thou, Procida! That thou shouldst wrong me thus !—Prolong thy gaze Till it hath found an answer.
Commanding spirit holds its native state
And told it not A tale of insolent love repell’d with scorn, Of stern commands and fearful menaces Met with indignant courage ?-Procida ! It was but now that haughtily I braved His sovereign's mandate, which decrees my hand, With its fair appanage of wide domains And wealthy vassals, a most fitting boon, To recompense his crimes.—1 smiled—aye, smiledIn proud security! for the high of heart Have still a pathway to escape disgrace, Though it be dark and lone.
Thou shalt not need To tread its shadowy mazes. Trust my words: I tell thee, that a spirit is abroad, Which will not slumber till its path be traced By deeds of fearful fame. Vittoria, live! It is most meet that thou shouldst live to see
The mighty expiation ; for thy heart
Then thou canst tell, By gazing on the wither'd rose, that there Time, or the blight, hath work'd !-Aye, this is in Thy vision's scope : but oh! the things unseen, Untold, undreamt of, which like shadows pass Hourly o’er that mysterious world, a mind To ruin struck by grief !-Yet doth my soul, Far, ʼmidst its darkness, nurse one soaring hope, Wherein is bright vitality.—'Tis to see His blood aveng’d, and his fair heritage, My beautiful native land, in glory risen, Like a warrior from his slumbers !
Hear'st thou not
forth Amidst thy vassals, (yet be secret still)
And let thy breath give nurture to the spark
When shall we meet again ?--Are we not those
Yes, I feel