. Lyrics from a library . Then Venice was indeed a queen,And taught the tawny Turk to fear her; Now has she lost her royal mien,And yet we could not hold her dearer. Betwixt these covers there is boundA charm that needeth no completion; A golden atmosphere is foundAt once Sicilian and Venetian. So, while our plausive song we raise And hail the bard whose name is famous,Let us for once divide the bays, And to the Printer cry—Laudamus!

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