But old and mighty walls now surround the spot which Manto found sterile and lonely in the heart of the swamp formed by the Mincio, no longer Benaco; and the dust of the witch is multitudinously hidden under the edifices of a city whose mighty domes, towers, and spires make its approach one of the stateliest in the world.
Up in fair Italy is a lake that laves The feet of Alps that lock in Germany: Benaco called.... And Peschiera in strong harness sits To front the Brescians and the Bergamasques, Where one down-curving shore the other meets. There all the gathered waters outward flow That may not in Benaco's bosom rest, And down through, pastures green a river go.
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