IV. THERE never breathed a man who, when his life Toils long and hard.—The warrior will report From intricate cabals of treacherous friends. What noble pomp and frequent have not I I learned that one poor moment can suffice We sail the sea of life-a Calm One finds, V. TRUE is it that Ambrosio Salinero Inscribed with this memorial here is raised By his bereft, his lonely, Chiabrera. VI. DESTINED to war from very infancy VII. O FLOWER of all that springs from gentle blood, For thee she mourns, nor e'er will cease to mourn; May read them not without some bitter tears. VIII. Nor without heavy grief of heart did He A brother's Child, most tenderly beloved! And, when beneath this stone the Corse was laid, Had scarcely flowered: and at this early time, That greatly cheered his country: to his kin Now is there not good reason to break forth In justice to the Author, I subjoin the original :- Non lasciava languire i bei pensieri. |