"I WILL die cheering, if I needs must die; So shall my last breath write upon my lips @3Viva Italia!@1 when my spirit slips Down the great darkness from the mountain sky; And those who shall behold me where I lie Shall murmur: 'Look, you! how his spirit dips From glory into glory! the eclipse Of death is vanquished! Lo, his victor-cry!' "Live, thou, upon my lips, Italia mine, The sacred death-cry of my frozen clay! Let thy dear light from my dead body shine And to the passer-by thy message say: @3'Ecco!@1 though heaven has made my skies divine, My sons' love sanctifies my soil for aye!'" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON THE ORANGE-PEEL IN THE GUTTER by MATHILDE BLIND ST. PAUL'S DAY, 1925 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB UNCLE SIMON AND UNCLE JIM by CHARLES FARRAR BROWNE A DIALOGUE ON NATUREM POWER AND USE OF HUMAN LEARNING, IN RELIGION by JOHN BYROM TO THOMAS MOORE (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SUMMER by JENNIE COPPOCK CAFFREY OLNEY HYMNS: 4. JEHOVAH-NISSI, THE LORD IS MY BANNER by WILLIAM COWPER POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 12. THE BROTHER BURGESSES by GEORGE CRABBE |