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A poem by Matthew Arnold

New Rome

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Title:     New Rome
Author: Matthew Arnold [More Titles by Arnold]

LINES WRITTEN FOR MISS STORY'S ALBUM


The armless Vatican Cupid
Hangs down his beautiful head;
For the priests have got him in prison,
And Psyche long has been dead.

But see, his shaven oppressors
Begin to quake and disband!
And _The Times_, that bright Apollo,
Proclaims salvation at hand.

"And what," cries Cupid, "will save us?"
Says Apollo: "_Modernise Rome!_
What inns! Your streets, too, how narrow!
Too much of palace and dome!

"O learn of London, whose paupers
Are not pushed out by the swells!
Wide streets with fine double trottoirs;
And then--the London hotels!"

The armless Vatican Cupid
Hangs down his head as before.
Through centuries past it has hung so,
And will through centuries more.


[The end]
Matthew Arnold's poem: New Rome

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