...aud past, On thy aweet brow ie sorrow ploughed by ahorne, And annals graved in characters of Harne. Oh GOD! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldct claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears...

...into the cause. He is one who shares not the despair which wrung from Byron the exclamation — "O God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful I " for he sees the day of power coming through the wisdom and valor of Sardinia's king, parliament,...

...tuo ferro cinta Pugnar col braccio di straniere genti, Per servir sempre, o vincitrice o vinta.1 ' Italia ! oh Italia ! Thou who hast The fatal gift...ploughed by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. O, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy...

...antiquity ! Was it a dream only ? The volume will answer. Might it be, we would consent to sleep fora year. "Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of...is sorrow ploughed by shame, And annals graved in character of flame. Oh God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely, or more powerful, and could'st...

...muse amid the ruined relics of her ancient glory, and gaze on her priceless treasures of human art ! "Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast , , The fatal gift...past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame.' Oh God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right,...

...Mrvir sempre, o vincitrice o vinta.' ' Italia ! oh Italia ! Thou who hast The fatal gift of beanty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past,...ploughed by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. O, God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy...

...the great ones of her own history, when she was ' the mightiest' as she is "still the loveliest." " Italia! oh, Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower." • Juliet. j Portia. THE RULING PASSION. It was a lovely evening, canopied by the glowing sky of this...

...»on ben Sergen flang eе naф: ©efegnet feift bu, betdes Sanb! 43 llalla! oh Italia! thon, who husl The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower...present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough*d by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh God! that thou wert in thy nakedness...

...at (he end of this Canto, Nos. XI. XII. XIII.-E. XLII. Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast The fetal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals (¡raved in characters of flame. Oh, God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness...

...sacred BOW. XLII. Itafia! ohltaua! thou who ha«t " The fiul gift of beauty, which became A fuñera! its cloud o'er grog or ale, plough1 d by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness...