Childe Harold- Canto 3, CX

CX.

Italia too! Italia! looking on thee,
  Full flashes on the Soul the light of ages,
  Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee,
  To the last halo of the Chiefs and Sages
  Who glorify thy consecrated pages;
  Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still,
  The fount at which the panting Mind assuages
  Her thirst of knowledge, quaffing there her fill,
Flows from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill.