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DANTE TO BEATRICE.
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XXVI. DANTE TO BEATRICE. II.
‘Quomodo sedet sola Civitas.’
Vita Nuova.
When the bright city
Lost thee, the fairest
Gem from her crown was torn,
Brightest and rarest.
Lost thee, the fairest
Gem from her crown was torn,
Brightest and rarest.
Weep, Santa Fiore,
Weep in thy splendour:
Gone is thy fair flower,
Graceful and tender.
Weep in thy splendour:
Gone is thy fair flower,
Graceful and tender.
Sigh, fair Lungarno,
Sun-glist'ning brightly:
Ne'er shall those feet go by,
Treading thee lightly.
Sun-glist'ning brightly:
Ne'er shall those feet go by,
Treading thee lightly.
Weep through thy lingering stream,
Weep, ancient River:
Ne'er shall her form, imaged
In thy wave, quiver.
Weep, ancient River:
Ne'er shall her form, imaged
In thy wave, quiver.
Weep, lofty Fésole,
Weep, ancient towers:
Ne'er shall she wander more
Through your vine-bowers.
Weep, ancient towers:
Ne'er shall she wander more
Through your vine-bowers.
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—Shine on, fair city:
Shine, dome and steeple:
Murmur, sweet lingering stream:
Sing, joyous people.
Shine, dome and steeple:
Murmur, sweet lingering stream:
Sing, joyous people.
O with thine image
Rises old sadness:
Sweet thoughts of days gone by:
Echoes of gladness
Rises old sadness:
Sweet thoughts of days gone by:
Echoes of gladness
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