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My soul's light, in death you returned to God; here you knew bitterness when most honored, for your most exalted exploits showed you wanted only to be a knight "sans peur et sans reproche." Now the lovely boy we were to form models himself upon you: his hands have made safe your arms and honor: oh, look down on your Victoria's dear brother, victorious. He never walked in vain, taught to value strength, goodness, fame: his light is that of your Victoria, your victories. He has made Italy's rivers lovely, immortal with his name, now the Danube calls him to treasured shores. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V VIII:150 ("Unisce le lodi dello sposo a quelle del Marchese del Vasto"). See also B A2:24:67; MS L. To Alfonso d'Avalos, Marchese del Vasto; she longed for a child by Pescara; but Del Vasto's spirit unites them. Key |
