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CORINNA AT THE CAPITOL.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
"Les femmes doivent penser qu'il est dans cette carriere bien peu de sorts qui puissent valoir la plus obscure vie d'une femme aimee et d'une mere heureuse." Madame de Stael.
I.
Daughter of the' Italian heaven!
Thou, to whom its fires are given,
Joyously thy car hath rolled
Where the conqueror's passed of old;
And the festal sun that shone
O'er three hundred triumphs gone,*[1]
Makes thy day of glory bright
With a shower of golden light.
II.
Now thou tread'st the' ascending road
Freedom's foot so proudly trod;
While, from tombs of heroes borne,
From the dust of empire shorn,
- ↑ * The trebly hundred triumphs .—Byron.
