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Oh, Italy! how dare I write of thee
When other bolder lips than mine have fail'd
To sing thy praise as I would have it sung?—
Home of the myrtle and the violet—
Sky of serenest, clearest, bluest blue,
Earth of intensest, warmest fruitfulness—
Where life is liv'd, and ev'ry quicken'd sense
Impatient, drinks in loveliness, and feasts
On wonder after wonder!
When other bolder lips than mine have fail'd
To sing thy praise as I would have it sung?—
Home of the myrtle and the violet—
Sky of serenest, clearest, bluest blue,
Earth of intensest, warmest fruitfulness—
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Impatient, drinks in loveliness, and feasts
On wonder after wonder!
Having bask'd
Beneath thy glorious, seldom-shrouded sun,
And lov'd beneath thy scented orange boughs,
Dear land of Art, of Beauty, and of Love,
Now that my happy lips can proudly add
The name of Freedom to thy list of charms,
Fain would I, when my journey here is done
Mix with thy sweet emancipated Earth!
Beneath thy glorious, seldom-shrouded sun,
And lov'd beneath thy scented orange boughs,
Dear land of Art, of Beauty, and of Love,
Now that my happy lips can proudly add
The name of Freedom to thy list of charms,
Fain would I, when my journey here is done
Mix with thy sweet emancipated Earth!
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