O men of Brescia, on the day
Of loss past hope, I heard you say 15
Your welcome to the noble pain.
You said, ‘Since so it is,—good bye
Sweet life, high hope; but whatsoe’er
May be, or must, no tongue shall dare
To tell, “The Lombard feared to die!”’ 20
You said, (there shall be answer fit,)
‘And if our children must obey,
They must; but thinking on this day,