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.
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Fic Wilde WCV
The works; including poems, novels, plays, essays, fairy tales and dialogues
820.8 W WAM
Poems and fairy tales of Oscar Wilde
820.8 W WDB
Happy Prince; the complete fairy stories of Oscar Wilde
JFic Wilde WMB