Here you will find the Poem Sonnet To Italy of poet Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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!
