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March 1821

focused on the dry side, sometimes you look at
crossed the Ticino, All
absorbed in the fate novo,
Some in heart of ancient virtue,
Han swore that this wave will not be of
longer flows between two banks of foreign
not be of place where Sorgane
barriers between Italy and Italy never! The


have sworn to that other strong swear by fraternal
Rispondean districts,
Sharpening the shadows or raised swords
That sparkle in the sun. Already
the right have formed the right;
Even the holy words are uttered: O
companions on his deathbed,
O brothers on free soil. Who can


Gemini Dora, Della
Bormida Tanaro the bride
Ticino and Orba wooded
Scerner so confused in the Po Chi
rapid reversal of the Oglio and Mella
mixed currents,
ritogliergli About a thousand streams poured
that the mouth of the Adda,

What
yet risen
people may be split into vulgar despised,
And back the years and fates,
Push to prisci grief: A
free all people, or FIA
servant between the Alps and the sea;
A d ' arms, language, altar,
memory, blood and heart. With that face


challenged and dismissed,
With that I look foul and unpredictable
How a Stassi To reward
beggar suffered in foreign soil,
Star was in his ground Lombardo;
The others will was law to him;
His fate, a secret of another person;
His party, serve and keep silent.


or foreign, in their heritage
Back to Italy, and its soil again;
or foreign, torn curtains
From a land that there is no mother.
not you see that everything shakes,
Cenisio From the cliff of Scylla?
not feel that treacherous
falters under the weight barbarians' feet?


foreigner! He's on your banners
the reproach of a promise betrayed
An opinion uttered by you
V'accompagna to the unequal duel;
flock to you that in those days were shouting:
God rejects the foreign force;
All people are free, and pear
the sword the unjust reason.


If the land where the oppressed gemeste
Press the bodies of 'your oppressors,
When the face of foreign lords
such bitterness there seemed in those days;
Who told you that sterile
Sariah eternal mourning of 'Italy People?
Who told you that our complaints
Saria deaf God who v'udì?


Yes, that God crimson wave
closed the river chasing Israel
What fist in the male Jael
Pose the hammer, and he led the coup;
What is the Father of all nations,
What he said to never Germano:
'Go, collect if you have not plowed;
Explains ugne; l 'Italy will do.


Cara Italy! wherever the cry went out of your sore
long servitude, even where the human lineage

all hope is not empty;
Where liberty is already flowering, even in secret
Where mature
tears Where did high misfortune, not
There is no heart that beats for you. How many times


Alpe spiasti
The appearance of a friend banner!
How many times do you intend to look
Ne 'deserts of the two sea!
Here at last blossomed from your breast, around the Straits
'Your Saints colors,
Forti, armed de' own pain,
Your children have sprung up to fight him.


Today, or strong, faces the fury of lightning
minds secret:
For Italy the battle, you win!
His fate is on there swords.
O risen for you will see the banquet
de 'people seated,
O you servants, most vile, most derided
Under the horrid rod star. Oh


day of our redemption! Oh sorry for him always

that long, the lip of others,
As a foreign man, the hear! What
to 'her children narrate a day, sighing
must say: I was not there
May holy Vittrice
Hailed flag that day will not.

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Alessandro Manzoni