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Italia (Author: Oscar Wilde)
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- 1] Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen
2] Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
3] From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!
4] Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen
5] Because rich gold in every town is seen,
6] And on thy sapphire-lake in tossing pride
7] Of wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys ride
8] Beneath one flag of red and white and green.
- 9] O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain!
10] Look southward where Rome's desecrated town
11] Lies mourning for her God-anointed King!
12] Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing?
13] Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down,
14] And smite the Spoiler with the sword of pain.
Venice