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 A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES |
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