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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341391" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Florence Rings Her Bells</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With shimmer of steel and blare of brass,<br>And Switzers marching with martial stride,<br>And cavaliers trampling brown the grass,<br>Came bow-legged Charles through the Apennine pass,<br>With black Il Moro for traitor guide;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, passing by Pisa's ransomed towers,<br>He swept up stream over Arno's plain,<br>Where Florence garlands herself with flowers<br>From burgeoning vineyards and olive bowers,<br>And emerald furrows of sprouting grain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, flying and flaunting his pennons proud,<br>Crossed her bridges with naked sword,<br>And sware he would flourish his trumpets loud<br>And bristle his spears, save her beauty bowed<br>Itself to his stirrup, and owned him lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Savonarola's voice was heard<br>Swelling as Arno, storm-flushed, sweels,<br>And, with threat for threat, and with gird for gird,<br>Capponi flashed back the famous word,<br>``Then blow your trumpets, we'll ring our bells!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lo! as he spake, into street and square<br>Streamed Florentine burghers in grim array:<br>Then Charles, and Sforza, and groom Beaucaire,<br>Scared by the city they deemed but fair,<br>Shouldered their pikes, and passed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now a Monarch more mighty far<br>Than ever from Gallic or Teuton throne<br>Swooped from the Alps upon wings of war,<br>Comes welcome as April and west winds are,<br>When Winter is over and mistral flown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Fair City peacefully rings her bells,<br>Rings her bells, and the loving peal<br>In the lazuline ether ascends and swells,<br>Till hoary turrets and convent cells<br>Feel young once more as the young buds feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And iris gonfalons scale her walls,<br>And rustic roses storm square and street;<br>In sound of her gates the cuckoo calls,<br>And the slow-swaying ox-wain creaks and crawls<br>'Twixt blossoming bean and beardless wheat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In gabled pathway and shaded porch<br>Men gather and wait to acclaim ``The Queen'';<br>While over the wall, where the sunrays scorch<br>And the lizard is lost, the silvery torch<br>Of the fig is tipped with a flame of green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And cypress spire and stonepine dome,<br>And circling mountain look on and smile,<br>Saying, ``Hitherward evermore seek your home,<br>When you traverse the furrows of fallow foam<br>That nourish with glory your Northern Isle,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And from weightier cares than a Caesar's brain<br>Pondered of old, would crave release;<br>Wise Ruler whose long victorious Reign<br>Imposes on love-loyal land and main<br>The fetters of proud Imperial Peace.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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Came bow-legged Charles through the Apennine pass,
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