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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Corinne at the Capitol</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAUGHTER of th' Italian heaven! <br>Thou, to whom its fires are given, <br>Joyously thy car hath roll'd <br>Where the conqueror's pass'd of old; <br>And the festal sun that shone, <br>O'er three hundred triumphs gone, <br>Makes thy day of glory bright, <br>With a shower of golden light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now thou tread'st th' ascending road, <br>Freedom's foot so proudly trode; <br>While, from tombs of heroes borne, <br>From the dust of empire shorn, <br>Flowers upon thy graceful head, <br>Chaplets of all hues, are shed, <br>In a soft and rosy rain, <br>Touch'd with many a gem-like stain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast gain'd the summit now! <br>Music hails thee from below; <br>Music, whose rich notes might stir <br>Ashes of the sepulchre; <br>Shaking with victorious notes <br>All the bright air as it floats. <br>Well may woman's heart beat high <br>Unto that proud harmony!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now afar it rolls-it dies- <br>And thy voice is heard to rise <br>With a low and lovely tone <br>In its thrilling power alone; <br>And thy lyre's deep silvery string, <br>Touched as by a breeze's wing, <br>Murmurs tremblingly at first, <br>Ere the tide of rapture burst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the spirit of thy sky <br>Now hath lit thy large dark eye, <br>And thy cheek a flush hath caught <br>From the joy of kindled thought; <br>And the burning words of song <br>From thy lip flow fast and strong, <br>With a rushing stream's delight <br>In the freedom of its might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Radiant daughter of the sun! <br>Now thy living wreath is won. <br>Crown'd of Rome!-Oh! art thou not <br>Happy in that glorious lot?- <br>Happier, happier far than thou, <br>With the laurel on thy brow, <br>She that makes the humblest hearth <br>Lovely but to one on earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Thou, to whom its fires are given, 
Joyously thy car hath roll'd 
Where the conqueror's pass'd of old; 
And the festal sun that shone, 
O'er three hundred triumphs gone, 
Makes thy day of glory bright, 
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