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Italia Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous1 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 myriad2 galleys3 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 desecrated4 town Lies mourning for her God-anointed King! Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing? Nay5! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down, And smite6 the Spoiler with the sword of pain. VENICE. 点击收听单词发音
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