1743

«In Santa Croce’s holy precincts lie

Ashes which make it holier, dust which is

Even in itself an immortality,

Though there were nothing save the past, and this,

The particle of those sublimities

Which have relapsed to chaos: here repose

Angelo’s, Alfier’s bones, and his,

The starry Galileo, with his woes;

Here Machiavelli’s earth returned to whence it rose».

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