[Published in part (stanzas 7-15.) by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824; stanzas 1-28 by W.M. Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870. The Boscombe manuscript--evidently a first draft--from which (through Dr. Garnett) Rossetti derived the text of 1870 is now at the Bodleian, and has recently been collated by Mr. C.D. Locock, to whom the enlarged and amended text here printed is owing. The substitution, in title and text, of "Marenghi" for "Mazenghi" (1824) is due to Rossetti. Here as elsewhere in the footnotes B. = the Bodleian manuscript.] 1. Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, Or think that ill for ill should be repaid, Who barter wrong for wrong, until the exchange Ruins the merchants of such thriftless trade, Visit the tower of Vado, and unlearn _5 Such bitter faith beside Marenghi's urn. 2. A massy tower yet overhangs the town, A scattered group of ruined dwellings now... ... 3. Another scene are wise Etruria knew Its second ruin through internal strife _10 And tyrants through the breach of discord threw The chain which binds and kills. As death to life, As winter to fair flowers (though some be poison) So Monarchy succeeds to Freedom's foison. 4. In Pisa's church a cup of sculptured gold _15 Was brimming with the blood of feuds forsworn: A Sacrament more holy ne'er of old Etrurians mingled mid the shades forlorn Of moon-illumined forests, when... 5. And reconciling factions wet their lips _20 With that dread wine, and swear to keep each spirit Undarkened by their country's last eclipse... ... 6. Was Florence the liberticide? that band Of free and glorious brothers who had planted, Like a green isle mid Aethiopian sand, _25 A nation amid slaveries, disenchanted Of many impious faiths--wise, just--do they, Does Florence, gorge the sated tyrants' prey? 7. O foster-nurse of man's abandoned glory, Since Athens, its great mother, sunk in splendour; _30 Thou shadowest forth that mighty shape in story, As ocean its wrecked fanes, severe yet tender:-- The light-invested angel Poesy Was drawn from the dim world to welcome thee. 8. And thou in painting didst transcribe all taught _35 By loftiest meditations; marble knew The sculptor's fearless soul--and as he wrought, The grace of his own power and freedom grew. And more than all, heroic, just, sublime, Thou wart among the false...was this thy crime? _40 9. Yes; and on Pisa's marble walls the twine Of direst weeds hangs garlanded--the snake Inhabits its wrecked palaces;--in thine A beast of subtler venom now doth make Its lair, and sits amid their glories overthrown, _45 And thus thy victim's fate is as thine own.