Classic Poem

[G REECE AND I TALY ]

Greece three spanni Mar, that land
surrounded, he could not show pride,
the golden fleece lined to win
and Troy with more deception and puoca war.
Then he lies and fables lands
all nazion to heighten
his false praises. Or, Scandola to aim,
Italy against itself and against God err what?
she, who triumphed all over the world
with wisdom and weapons under the great Rome,
Anco where God has his tribunal construct;
she, who is nine worlds, and tames
Ocean vague every terrible flood
(Enterprise, which transcends all large soma)?
Nor even s'ammira or noma
Gristofaro-Columbus, whose sagacious
wise valor and daring
he mocks and disface
of physicists, theologians and poets
books, and mathematical decrees,
Erculi, Jupiter and Thetis,
and seeing 'more with the body remains
faster than with other soul's thoughts,
worthy of eternal palm.
In a world with you name, Americo,
Nest in 'good writers so great friend;
but the fabulous tangle
de 'false heroes and de' liars gods
does that poem without even you are.
How could I say it!
The great Doctor of the legislature,
Pythagoras and his Numa, who the dark?
Italy, burial
of Enlightenment her, exterior candiliere,
the large waves Cosentin today chiere,
and the beasts Stilense
new troubles, of which only the aurora
occupies the old, and the country honors,
then he dissonora.
Guilt and shame of our people,
that your sore, others' well permits,
even though neither he repents!
Private envy and interest ammaga
My Italian, and never more you dismaga
to serve those who pay
ignorance, discord and servitute,
always contrary to the commun health!
Ouch! condition secret virtue
to you selfsame, and known to all the world,
under the empire sweet and joyful
Lazio almo and fruitful
of offspring generous poich'e 'only
in letters and arms fe 'largest crowd
that the universe together
with truth, which now groans under the false.