Don Juan 00-16
Dedication

     XVI
Where shall I turn me not to view its bonds,
     For I will never feel them? - Italy!
Thy late reviving Roman soul desponds
     Beneath the lie this State-thing breathed o'er thee -
Thy clanking chain, and Erin's yet green wounds,
     Have voices, tongues to cry aloud for me.
Europe has slaves, allies, kings, armies still,
And Southey lives to sing them very ill.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong