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My Medals see—perchance, to-morrow, thine—
Long wrapped in silk or choked in travertine:—
Of Malatesta from his robber lair,
And sly Isotta with the coif-bound hair,
And many a Ferrarese and Florentine.
Long wrapped in silk or choked in travertine:—
Of Malatesta from his robber lair,
And sly Isotta with the coif-bound hair,
And many a Ferrarese and Florentine.
Princes and Popes of Medicean line,
And treacherous Borgias, deft with poisoned wine:
Sixtus and bull-necked Julius, born Rovere:
My Medals—See!
And treacherous Borgias, deft with poisoned wine:
Sixtus and bull-necked Julius, born Rovere:
My Medals—See!
Visconti, with the viper for their sign
And fierce Colonnas, lords of Palestrine;
Estes and Gonzagas, proud but debonnair;
And women roped with pearls or robed in vair,—
Children of days malignant yet divine,
Deaf to all days of triumph and despair,—
But sometimes, gazing out through storm and shine,
My Medals see.
And fierce Colonnas, lords of Palestrine;
Estes and Gonzagas, proud but debonnair;
And women roped with pearls or robed in vair,—
Children of days malignant yet divine,
Deaf to all days of triumph and despair,—
But sometimes, gazing out through storm and shine,
My Medals see.
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