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Так правосудная Россия награждает
О зависть, содрогнись, сколь бренен твой оплот
Пожарский оживает — Смоленский оживет

I walked across the park to the fever monument
It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains
The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque
We got hot and died

Though all the nations now Peace gathers under her white wings, The minds of Italy will ne'er be free From the restraints of their old lethargy, Till our ill-fated land cling fast Unto the glorious memories of the Past
Oh, lay it to thy heart...

Below this marble monument is laid All that heaven wants of this celestial maid
Preserve,
O sacred tomb, thy trust consigned;
The mould was made on purpose for the mind:

AY not the Poet dies
Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious death
Life drops the voiceless myriads from its roll; Their fate he cannot share, Who, in the enchanted air Sweet with the ling...

He who, in impious times, undaunted stood,
And 'midst rebellion durst be just and good;
Whose arms asserted, and whose sufferings more Confirmed the cause for which he fought before,
Rests here, rewarded by an heavenly prince,

Let's go see Old
Sitting in the marble and the moonlight,
Sitting lonely in the marble and the moonlight,
Quiet for ten thousand centuries, old Abe