Hast thou a scene that is not spre… With records of thy glory fled? A monument that doth not tell The tale of liberty’s farewell? Italia! thou art but a grave

DAUGHTER of th’ Italian heaven… Thou, to whom its fires are given, Joyously thy car hath roll’d Where the conqueror’s pass’d of ol… And the festal sun that shone,

Birds, joyous birds of the wanderi… Whence is it ye come with the flow… –"We come from the shores of the g… From the land where the roses of… From the palms that wave thro’ the…

Tell me no more, no more Of my soul’s lofty gifts! Are the… To quench its haunting thirst for… Have I not lov’d, and striven, an… One true heart unto me, whereon my…

O’ER flowery fields of waving mai… The breeze of morning lightly play… Arise, my Zumia! let us rove, The cool and fragrant citron grove… Fair nature spreads her lavish blo…

A WAIL was heard around the bed,… Amidst her tears the Funeral Chan… -'Ianthis! dost thou sleep?-Thou… The breathing and the rosy calm,… I lull’d thee not to this repose,…

When will ye think of me, my frien… When will ye think of me? When the last red light, the farew… From the rock and the river is pas… When the air with a deep’ning hush…

Ask’st thou my home?-my pathway wo… When from thine eye my floating sh… Was not my work fulfill’d and clos… Had I not liv’d and lov’d?-my lot… Wouldst thou ask where the nightin…

Sleep 'midst thy banners furl’d! Yes! thou art there, upon thy buck… With the soft wind unfelt around t… Thou chief of hosts, whose trumpet… Sleep while the babe sleeps on its…

Go to the forest-shade, Seek thou the well-known glade, Where, heavy with sweet dew, the v… Gleaming thro’ moss-tufts deep, Like dark eyes fill’d with sleep,

The Kaiser feasted in his hall, The red wine mantled high; Banners were trembling on the wall… To the peals of minstrelsy: And many a gleam and sparkle came

FAREWELL, ah, happy shades! ah… Of infant sports and bright unclou… Where oft in childhood’s happy day… Thro’ forest-walks, and wild seclu… Far from your woods, and sweet rom…

Ring, joyous chords!-ring out agai… A swifter still, and a wilder stra… They are here-the fair face and th… And stars shall wane ere the mirth… —But I met a dimly mournful glanc…

I stood beside thy lowly grave; Spring-odours breath’d around, And music, in the river-wave, Pass’d with a lulling sound. All happy things that love the sun…

OH, Thou! before whose radiant sh… Entranc’d, adoring seraphs bend; Eternal source of light divine! Wilt Thou thy hallow’d ear inclin… And mortal pray’r attend?