And crushing nations with a stupid blow;
All dully anxious to leave little work410
Unto the revolutionary stork.
IX.
Thrice blest Verona! since the holy three
With their imperial presence shine on thee!
Honoured by them, thy treacherous site forgets[el]
The vaunted tomb of "all the Capulets!"[311]
Thy Scaligers—for what was "Dog the Great,"
"Can Grande,"[312] (which I venture to translate,)