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Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

Sappho Survives, Because We Sing Her Songs; And Eschylus, Because We Read His Plays!