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At Ferrara (in the library) are preserved the original MSS. of Tasso's Gierusalemme and of Guarini's Pastor Fido, with letters of Tasso, one from Titian to Ariosto ; and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house of the latter. But as misfortune has a greater interest for posterity, and little or none for the cotemporary, the cell where Tasso was confined in the hospital of St. Anna attracts a more fixed attention than the residence or the monument of Ariosto—at least it had this effect on me. There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the wonder and the indignation of the spectator. Ferrara is much decayed, and depopulated; the castle still exists entire ; and I saw the court where Parisina and Hugo were beheaded, according to the annal of Gibbon.
LAMENT OF TASSO.
· LONG years !-It tries the thrilling frame to bear
All this hath somewhat worn me, and may wear, But must be borne. I stoop not to despair ; For I hare battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall, And freed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall; And revell’d among men and things divine, And pour'd my spirit over Palestine, In honour of the sacred war for him, The God who was on earth and is in heaven, For he hath strengthen'd me in heart and limb. That through this sufferance I might be forgiven, I have employ'd my penance to record How Salem's shrine was won, and how adored.
But this is o'er-my pleasant task is done:
My long-sustaining friend of many years! If I do blot thy final page with tears, Know, that my sorrows have wrung from me none. But thou, my young creation! my soul's child! Which ever playing round me came and smiled, And woo'd me from myself with thy sweet sight, Thou too art gone --and so is my delight: And therefore do I weep and inly bleed With this last bruise upon a broken reed. Thou too art ended-what is left me now? For I have anguish yet to bear-and how?
I know not that—but in the innate force
Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry