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E.E. Cummings

It is said that if the dead who died in the Great

War were placed head to feet, they would stretch

from New York to San Francisco, and from San

Francisco back again to New York; and if those

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ARONA.

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
RBS SACRA ÆTERNA ROME! what a scroll of History thine has been;In the first days thy sword republicanRuled the whole world for many an age’s span:Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen,Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen;And now upon thy walls the breezes fan(Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man!)The hated flag of red and white and green.When was thy glory! when in search for powerThine eagles flew to greet the double sun,And the wild nations shuddered at thy rod?Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour,When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One,The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.