tasso's crown.
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"Then earth, farewell; the fevered dreams
Which wild ambition gave,
Have faded like the sunset gleams
That gild the distant wave;
But fairer visions fill my breast,
And cheer my closing eye—
For angels, pointing to my rest,
Smile on me as I die."
Which wild ambition gave,
Have faded like the sunset gleams
That gild the distant wave;
But fairer visions fill my breast,
And cheer my closing eye—
For angels, pointing to my rest,
Smile on me as I die."
So passed the gifted one, whose lay
Hallowed Italia's clime—
Serenely, joyously away,
Just in his manhood's prime:
Exchanged the poet's wreath of fame,
The bard's entrancing lyre,
For brighter crowns, and holier lays,
With heaven's angelic choir.
Hallowed Italia's clime—
Serenely, joyously away,
Just in his manhood's prime:
Exchanged the poet's wreath of fame,
The bard's entrancing lyre,
For brighter crowns, and holier lays,
With heaven's angelic choir.
