Italia
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Loading ...ITALIA! thou art fallen, though with sheen
Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!
Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen
Because rich gold in every town is seen,
And on thy sapphire lake in tossing pride
Of wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys ride
Beneath one flag of red and white and green.
O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain!
Look southward where Rome’s desecrated town
Lies mourning for her God-anointed King!
Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing?
Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down,
And smite the Spoiler with the sword of pain.
By Oscar Wilde
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Wow I read this to my friends & family they also were shocked at how good this is its amazing
this is terrible
this poem expresses meaning and integrity in so many ways.
Don’t get it
very confusing
IDK!!!!! i have lke no idea what that means~!!!!
If you look at it using the intergral poem theory it has a perfect balance to it..
Great poem
Well, concidering Oscar Wilde died in the early 1900’s, this can’t possibly be him writing this.
XD
It’s a good poem though.
this BLOWS!……
this is good!!!!!!!!!!!!