The strength of better thoughts, and seek their prey Of moody texture from their earliest day, Ferrara! in thy wide and grass-grown streets, XXXVI. And Tasso is their glory and their shame. The insulted mind he sought to quench, and blend XXXVII. The tears and praises of all time; while thine Of worthless dust, which from thy boasted line Of thy poor malice, naming thee with scorn- From thee! if in another station born, Scarce fit to be the slave of him thou madest to mourn : XXXVIII. Thou! formed to eat, and be despised, and die, Peace to Torquato's injured shade! 'twas his The tide of generations shall roll on, And not the whole combined and countless throng Compose a mind like thine? though all in one Thou! tormed to eat, and be despised, and die, |