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Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch1, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race of kings, Swift Destiny shook out her purple wings And caught him in their shadow; not again Could furtive2 plotting smear3 another stain Across his tarnished4 honour. Smoulderings Of sacrificial fires burst their rings And blotted5 out in smoke his lost domain6. Bereft7 of courtiers, only with his queen, From empty palace down to empty quay8. No challenge screamed from hostile carabine. A single vessel9 waited, shadowy; All night she ploughed her solitary10 way Beneath the stars, and through a tranquil11 sea. 点击收听单词发音
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