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There was a time in Europe long ago When no man died for freedom anywhere, But England's lion leaping from its
Laid hands on the oppressor! it was
While England could a great Republic show. Witness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care Of Cromwell, when with impotent
The Pontiff in his painted portico Trembled before our stern ambassadors. How comes it then that from such high estate We have thus fallen, save that Luxury With barren merchandise piles up the gate Where nobler thoughts and deeds should enter by: Else might we still be Milton's heritors.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr
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