Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: TO ITALY, by JOHN CHALK CLARIS First Line: When on bleak jura's hills I stood, and saw Last Line: And stand in majesty and freedom forth! Alternate Author Name(s): Brooke, Arthur Subject(s): Italy; Italians | ||||||||
XIII. WHEN on bleak Jura's hills I stood, and saw, O Italy, from far those heights sublime Which curtain thee from every ruder clime, A feeling of deep love and nameless awe Wrapped my bowed heart, and mutely did I draw Reverencing breath: Thy glories in old time, Thy second spring yet dearer than thy prime, Such homage claim as by a natural law From souls which own a sense of all that earth Can boast of grand and lovely;but, oh God! Still must thy consecrated soil be trod By the polluting hoofs of dullest slaves? No, open on them with a thousand graves, And stand in Majesty and Freedom forth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI A NIGHT THOUGHT; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by JOHN CHALK CLARIS AN INVITATION TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF THE POET MOORE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |
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