No gold—no jewels bright, We offer at the shrine Where Italy adores the light Of liberty divine. A sterner gift we bring— Ye frowning tubes of death Your bolts of vengeance wing, Till tyrants quail beneath. From fort—from "deadly breach" Pour from your sulph'rous throats, As far as sound can reach, In loud prophetic notes, A voice whose thunder tones Shall Europe's despots wake, And on their crumbling thrones In craven terror shake. Victor Emmanuel!—name Of augury divine— Thee victor we proclaim! For Freedom's cause is thine, "Emmanuel—God with us "— Of old was Piedmont's cry— Emmanuel, ever thus Be God to aid thee nigh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PHONECALL FROM FRANK O'HARA by ANNE WALDMAN ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |