Nor tears, nor prayers, can check ambition’s speed.
In vain her faded cheek, her humbled eye,
For pardon sue; ’tis not her agony,
Her death alone may now appease her foes.
Be theirs to suffer who to combat shun!
But oh, weak pride! thus feeble and undone,
Nor to wage battle nor endure repose!
[149] “Schiavi siam, ma schiavi ognor frementi.”—Alfieri.
ALESSANDRO MARCHETTI.
Italia! oh, no more Italia now!