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192 CLASSICAL TOUR Ch. IV,
than four hundred years have now elapsed since
the death of Petrarca, and that many a destruc-
tive war has raged in the country, and many a
wasting* army passed over it since that 'event,
His body lies interred in the church-yard of the
village in a large stone sarcophagus raised on
four low pillars, and surmounted with a bust.
As we stood and contemplated the tomb by the
pale light of the moon, we indulged the caprice
of the moment, and twining a branch of laurel
into the form of a crown, placed it on the head
of the bust, and hailed the manes of the Tuscan
poet in the words of his admirer.
Deb pioggia, o vento rio non faccia scorno
Ail’ ossa pie; sol porti grati odori
L’aura cbe’l ciei suol far puro e sereno.
Lascin ]e ninfe ogni lor antro ameno
E raecolte in corona al sasso intorno,
Liete ti cantin lodi e spargSn fiori!
Aless. PiceoUminL
Several of the inhabitants who had gathered
round us, during this singular ceremony, seemed
not a little pleased with the whim, and cheered
us with repeated vivas as we passed through
the village, and descended the hill. Though
overturned by a blunder of the drivers, and for
some time suspended over the canal with immi-
nent danger of being precipitated into it, yet
as the night was bright and warm, and all the
than four hundred years have now elapsed since
the death of Petrarca, and that many a destruc-
tive war has raged in the country, and many a
wasting* army passed over it since that 'event,
His body lies interred in the church-yard of the
village in a large stone sarcophagus raised on
four low pillars, and surmounted with a bust.
As we stood and contemplated the tomb by the
pale light of the moon, we indulged the caprice
of the moment, and twining a branch of laurel
into the form of a crown, placed it on the head
of the bust, and hailed the manes of the Tuscan
poet in the words of his admirer.
Deb pioggia, o vento rio non faccia scorno
Ail’ ossa pie; sol porti grati odori
L’aura cbe’l ciei suol far puro e sereno.
Lascin ]e ninfe ogni lor antro ameno
E raecolte in corona al sasso intorno,
Liete ti cantin lodi e spargSn fiori!
Aless. PiceoUminL
Several of the inhabitants who had gathered
round us, during this singular ceremony, seemed
not a little pleased with the whim, and cheered
us with repeated vivas as we passed through
the village, and descended the hill. Though
overturned by a blunder of the drivers, and for
some time suspended over the canal with immi-
nent danger of being precipitated into it, yet
as the night was bright and warm, and all the