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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Sonnet To Italy
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FOR thee, Ansonia! Nature`s bounteous hand,
	Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores;
	Profusion laughs o`er all the glowing land,
	And softest breezes from thy myrtle-shores.

	Yet though for thee, unclouded suns diffuse
	Their genial radiance o`er thy blushing plains;
	Though in thy fragrant groves the sportive muse
	Delights to pour her wild, enchanted strains;

	Though airs that breathe of paradise are thine,
	Sweet as the Indian, or Arabian gales;
	Though fruitful olive and empurpling vine,
	Enrich, fair Italy! thy Alpine vales;
	Yet far from thee inspiring freedom flies,
	To Albion`s coast and ever-varying skies!
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