Most loved and loving: and they quickly tire
Of Florence, that she one day more denies
The embrace of wife and son, of sister or sire.
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Where San Miniato’s convent from the sun
At forenoon overlooks the city of flowers
I sat, and gazing on her domes and towers
Call’d up her famous children one by one:
And three who all the rest had far outdone,
Mild Giotto first, who stole the morning hours,