Giacomo Leopardi,
The Poems of Leopardi
“ Who equalled Ilion's poet in his song. And, oh inglorious day! He hears not only that the body cold, The naked bones afar Are lying in a weary exile long, But that not even within thy walls a stone, O Florence! stands for him, whose glory old Shines on thee like a star. O ye, thrice bounteous, by whose deed alone Shall this reproach be banished from our land! A noble work is thine, whence love shall flow, Renowned and courteous band, From hearts that with deep love for Italy yet glow. Yes, love for the ill-starred Italian land, ye generous, be your guide! ”
