<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473294" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet On Approaching Italy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned<br> Italia, my Italia, at thy name:<br> And when from out the mountain's heart I came<br> And saw the land for which my life had yearned,<br> I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:<br> And musing on the story of thy fame<br> I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame<br> The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned,<br> The pine-trees waved as waves a woman's hair,<br> And in the orchards every twining spray<br> Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam:<br> But when I knew that far away at Rome<br> In evil bonds a second Peter lay,<br> I wept to see the land so very fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473294" data-title="Sonnet On Approaching Italy de Oscar Wilde" data-description="I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the mountain's heart I came And saw the land for which my life had yearned, I laughed as one who some great prize had earned: And musing on the st..."></div> </div> </div>

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