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Who, gathering up all that Time's envious
tooth Has spared of sound and grave realities, Firmly rejects those dazzling flatteries, 5
Dear as they are to unsuspecting Youth,
They—who have seen the noble Eoman's scorn
By feet of purse-proud strangers; they—who
have read In one meek smile, beneath a peasant's shed, How patiently the weight of wrong is borne; They—who have heard some learned Patriot
treat Of freedom, with mind grasping the whole theme From ancient Rome, downwards through that
bright dream n
Of Commonwealths, each city a starlike seat
1 Quern virum lyra
sumes celebrare Clio?
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn;
dawn. —Heard in that hour, or when, as now, the
nerve Shrinks from the note as from a mis-timed
Oft for a holy warning may it serve,
Days passed—and Monte Calvo would not clear
through Albano's dripping Ilex avenue, My dull forebodings in a Peasant's ear Found casual vent. She said, "Be of good
Our yesterday's procession did not sue
Fulfilment; but, we trust, her upward track Stops not at this low point, nor wants the lure Of flowers the Virgin without fear may own, For by her Son's blest hand the seed was sown.
Near Anio's stream I spied a gentle Dove Perched on an olive branch, and heard her
cooing 'Mid new-born blossoms that soft airs were
wooing, While all things present told of joy and love. But restless Fancy left that olive grove 5
To hail the exploratory Bird renewing
bough Brought to the ark are coming evermore, 10 Given though we seek them not, but, while we
XI. FROM THE ALBAN HILLS, LOOKING TOWARDS ROME.
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, Heaved less for thy bright plains and hills
bestrown With monuments decayed or overthrown, For all that tottering stands or prostrate lies, Than for like scenes in moral vision shown, 5 Ruin perceived for keener sympathies;
Faith crushed, yet proud of weeds, her gaudy
crown; Virtues laid low, and mouldering energies. Yet why prolong this mournful strain ?—Fallen
Power, Thy fortunes, twice exalted, might provoke 10 Verse to glad notes prophetic of the hour When thou, uprisen, shalt break thy double
yoke, And enter, with prompt aid from the Most High, On the third stage of thy great destiny.
NEAR THE LAKE OF THRASYMENE.
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict
came, An earthquake, mingling with the battle's
shock, Checked not its rage; unfelt the ground did
rock, Sword dropped not, javelin kept its deadly
aim.— Now all is sun-bright peace. Of that day's
Or glory, not a vestige seems to endure,
pure. So may all trace and sign of deeds aloof From the true guidance of humanity, 10
Thro' Time and Nature's influence, purify
Fob action born, existing to be tried,
Powers manifold we have that intervene
To stir the heart that would too closely screen
Her peace from images to pain allied.
What wonder if at midnight, by the side 5
Of Sanguinetto or broad Thrasymene,
The clang of arms is heard, and phantoms glide,
Unhappy ghosts in troops by moonlight seen;
And singly thine, O vanquished Chief! whose
corse, Unburied, lay hid under heaps of slain: 10
But who is He ?—the Conqueror. Would he
force His way to Rome? Ah, no,—round hill and
plain Wandering, he haunts, at fancy's strong command, This spot—his shadowy death-cup in his hand.
THE CUCKOO AT LAVERNA.
List—'twas the Cuckoo.—O with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
Far off and faint, and melting into air,
Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!
Those louder cries give notice that the Bird, 5
Although invisible as Echo's self,
Is wheeling hitherward. Thanks, happy Creature,