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EPITAPHS AND ELEGIAC PIECES-
EPITAPHS TRANSLATED FROM CHIABRERA:

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1. Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air
II. Perhaps some needful service of the State
III. O thou who movest onward with a mind
IV. There never breathed a man who, when his life
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VIII. Not without heavy grief of heart did He

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EPITAPHS AND ELEGIAC PIECES

EPITAPHS

TRANSLATED FROM CHIABRERA

I

EEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the air

WE

For me with sighs be troubled. Not from life

Have I been taken; this is genuine life

And this alone-the life which now I live
In peace eternal; where desire and joy
Together move in fellowship without end.—
Francesco Ceni willed that, after death,

His tombstone thus should speak for him. And surely
Small cause there is for that fond wish of ours
Long to continue in this world; a world

That keeps not faith, nor yet can point a hope
To good, whereof itself is destitute.

II

Published 1837

ERHAPS some needful service of the State

PER

Drew TITUS from the depth of studious bowers, And doomed him to contend in faithless courts, Where gold determines between right and wrong. Yet did at length his loyalty of heart, And his pure native genius, lead him back To wait upon the bright and gracious Muses, Whom he had early loved. And not in vain Such course he held! Bologna's learned schools Were gladdened by the Sage's voice, and hung With fondness on those sweet Nestorian strains. There pleasure crowned his days; and all his thoughts A roseate fragrance breathed.1-O human life, That never art secure from dolorous change!

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