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Viva Italia! Italia, in thy bleeding heart I thought e'en hope was dead; That from thy scarred and prostrate form The spark of life had fled. I thought, as memory's sunset glow... Poet:	A Voice From the Dungeon I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope and love And all the bustling world above. Long have I dwelt forgotten here In pining woe and dull despair;... Poet:	A Voice from the Nile, and Other Poems Poet:	A Voice from the Town I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the bush and the roving And settle once more in my place. With a heart that was well nigh to breaking, In the long, lonely rides... Poet:
Volcanoes be in Sicily Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography — Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time Am I inclined to climb — A Crater I may contemplate Vesuvius at Home. ... Poet:	Wait till the Majesty of Death Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now! Wait till in Everlasting Robes That Democrat is dressed, Then prate about "Preferment" —... Poet:	The Walrus and the Carpenter 'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter, 'You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' ... Poet:	Poems of Passion/A Waltz-Quadrille The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the caller's will, Through the intricate, mazy dance together. Like mimic armies our lines were meeting,... Poet:
The War There is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day, Storm of battle and thunder of war, Well, if it do not roll our way. Storm! storm! Riflemen form! Ready, be ready to meet the... Poet:	Warm in her Hand these accents lie Warm in her Hand these accents lie While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear — Poet: