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FRAGMENTS.
Of even hope; there was not one
Familiar face to look upon.—
Their speech was strange. This penalty
Was meet; but surely not from thee,
False love—'twas not for thee to break
The heart but sullied for thy sake!—
I could have wished once more to see
Thy green hills, loveliest Italy!
I could have wished yet to have hung
Upon the music of thy tongue;
I could have wished thy flowers to bloom—
Thy cypress planted by my tomb!
This wish is vain, my grave must be
Far distant from my own country!
