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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO ITALY, by MORAY DALTON First Line: Thou art the world's desired, the golden fleece Last Line: Whose hearts are thine, belovèd italy. Subject(s): World War I - Italy | |||
THOU art the world's desired, the golden fleece, Of Time's adventurers faring down to Hell, But Helen's self dwelt not so far from peace Nor so beset since lofty Ilium fell. Tyrants would pluck thee as men pluck a rose, Carthage and Greece, the Vandal and the Goth; Now more are added to thy many foes From East and West, ay, thou hast suffered both. Greece was enslaved, and Carthage is but dust, But thou art living, maugre all thy scars, To bear fresh wounds of rapine and of lust, Immortal victim of unnumbered wars. Nor shalt thou cease until we cease to be Whose hearts are thine, belovèd Italy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ITALIAN FRONT, MCMXVI by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY RUPERT BROOKE (IN MEMORIAM) by MORAY DALTON TO SOME WHO HAVE FALLEN by MORAY DALTON CHAMBER MUSIC: 15 by JAMES JOYCE NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR |
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