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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Invocation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Apennine slopes unto Tuscan plain,<br>And breaks into dimples, and laughs to flowers,<br>To see where the terrors of Winter wane,<br>And out of a valley of grape and grain<br>There blossoms a City of domes and towers,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Teuton, Lombard, and grasping Gaul,<br>Prince and Pontiff, have forced their way,<br>Have forded the river, and scaled the wall,<br>And made in its palaces stye and stall,<br>Where spears might glisten and war-steeds neigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ever since Florence was fair and young,<br>And the sun upon turret and belfry shone,<br>Were her windows bannered and joy-bells rung,<br>When back to his saddle the Stranger sprung,<br>And lances were lifted and pikemen gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, ever and ever till you, my Queen,<br>Came over the sea that is all your own,<br>When the tear on the tip of the vine is seen,<br>And the fig-tree cressets have flamed to green,<br>And windflower wakened, and tulip blown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then roses were showered before your feet,<br>And her lily-crowned gonfalons waved above,<br>And children chanted in square and street,<br>`All hail to the Monarch may free men greet,<br>Whose sceptre is Peace, and whose Throne is Love.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now that each snow-torrent foams and falls,<br>And the oreoles sing and the skylarks soar,<br>And the lithe swallow circles her rose-white walls,<br>Through the clefts of the Apennine Florence calls,<br>`More welcome than Spring, come back once more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Come back, for the cuckoo is on its way,<br>And the mountains, smiling, await your smile;<br>And still in my olive-groves bask and stray,<br>Till the warm-winged waters and winds of May<br>Shall waft you back to your own loved Isle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`The sickle hath performed its work<br>`The sickle hath performed its work,<br>The storm-gusts sweep the aspens bare,<br>Careering clouds and shadows mirk<br>Cow the disheartened air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`No swallow circles round the roof,<br>No chirp redeems the dripping shed;<br>The very gables frown reproof,<br>``Why not already fled?'''</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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And breaks into dimples, and laughs to flowers,
To see where the terrors of Winter wane,
And out of a valley of grape and grain
There blossoms a City of domes and towers,

Teuton, Lombard, and grasping Gaul..."></div>
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