To William Shelley
(With what truth may I say-- Roma! Roma! Roma! Non e piu come era prima!) My lost William, thou in whom Some bright spirit lived,...
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(With what truth may I say-- Roma! Roma! Roma! Non e piu come era prima!) My lost William, thou in whom Some bright spirit lived, and did That decaying robe consume Which its lustre faintly hid,-- Here its ashes find a tomb, But beneath this pyramid Thou art not--if a thing divine Like thee can die, thy funeral shrine Is thy mother's grief and mine.…
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