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XXXIII.
And thou, too, Venice, moaning by the sea,Which moans and chafes with thee, on Lido's beach,—
Thou, almost in despair lest there should be
In Europe's life no life within thy reach,
No respite from thy tyrant,—thou shalt teach
Thy Austrian despot yet what hoarded hate
And sudden strength can do to change thy sad estate!
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