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From fractured arch and mouldering wall—
Do but more touchingly recall 15

Man's headstrong violence and Time's fleetness,
Making the precincts ye adorn
Appear to sight still more forlorn.


See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins
Bent by a load of Mulberry leaves!—most hard
Appears his lot, to the small Worm's compared,
For whom his toil with early day begins.
Acknowledging no task-master, at will 5

(As if her labour and her ease were twins)
She seems to work, at pleasure to he still;—
And softly sleeps within the thread she spins.
So fare they—the Man serving as her Slave.
Ere long their fates do each to each conform: 10
Both pass into new being,—but the Worm,
Transfigured, sinks into a hopeless grave;
His volant Spirit will, he trusts, ascend
To bliss unbounded, glory without end.



Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how

few, Whose souls take pride in freedom, virtue, fame, Part from thee without pity dyed in shame: I could not—while from Venice we withdrew, Led on till an Alpine strait confined our view 5 Within its depths, and to the shore we came Of Lago Morto, dreary sight and name,

Which o'er sad thoughts a sadder colouring

threw. Italia! on the surface of thy spirit, (Too aptly emblemed by that torpid lake) 10 Shall a few partial breezes only creep ?— Be its depths quickened; what thou dost

inherit Of the world's hopes, dare to fulfil; awake, Mother of Heroes, from thy death-like sleep!


As indignation mastered grief, my tongue
Spake bitter words; words that did ill agree
With those rich stores of Nature's imagery,
And divine Art, that fast to memory clung—
Thy gifts, magnificent Region, ever young 5
In the sun's eye, and in his sister's sight
How beautiful! how worthy to be sung
In strains of rapture, or subdued delight!
I feign not; witness that unwelcome shock 9
That followed the first sound of German speech,
Caught the far-winding barrier Alps among.
In that announcement, greeting seemed to mock
Parting; the casual word had power to reach
My heart, and filled that heart with conflict


If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share
New love of many a rival image brought
From far, forgive the wanderings of my

Nor art thou wronged, sweet May! when I

compare Thy present birth-morn with thy last, so fair, 5 So rich to me in favours. For my lot Then was within the famed Egerian Grot To sit and muse, fanned by its dewy air Mingling with thy soft breath! That morning

too, Warblers I heard their joy unbosoming 10

Amid the sunny, shadowy, Colosseum;
Heard them, unchecked by aught of saddening

hue, For victories there won by flower-crowned

Chant in full choir their innocent Te Deum.



Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden

O'er mutilated arches shed their seeds;
And temples, doomed to milder change, unfold
A new magnificence that vies with old;
Firm in its pristine majesty hath stood 5

A votive Column, spared by fire and flood :—
And, though the passions of man's fretful race
Have never ceased to eddy round its base,
Not injured more by touch of meddling hands
Than a lone obelisk, 'mid Nubian sands, 10
Or aught in Syrian deserts left to save
From death the memory of the good and brave.
Historic figures round the shaft embost
Ascend, with lineaments in air not lost:
Still as he turns, the charmed spectator sees 15

Group winding after group with dream-like

ease; Triumphs in sunbright gratitude displayed, Or softly stealing into modest shade. —So, pleased with purple clusters to entwine Some lofty elm-tree, mounts the daring vine; 20 The woodbine so, with spiral grace, and

breathes Wide-spreading odours from her flowery


Borne by the Muse from rills in shepherds'

ears Murmuring but one smooth story for all years, I gladly commune with the mind and heart 25 Of him who thus survives by classic art, His actions witness, venerate his mien, And study Trajan as by Pliny seen; Behold how fought the Chief whose conquering

sword 29

Stretched far as earth might own a single lord;
In the delight of moral prudence schooled,
How feelingly at home the Sovereign ruled;
Best of the good—in pagan faith allied
To more than Man, by virtue deified.

Memorial Pillar! 'mid the wrecks of Time 35 Preserve thy charge with confidence sublime— The exultations, pomps, and cares of Bome, Whence half the breathing world received its

doom; Things that recoil from language; that, if

shown By apter pencil, from the light had flown. 40 A Pontiff, Trajan here the Gods implores, There greets an Embassy from Indian shores; Bo! he harangues his cohorts—there the storm Of battle meets him in authentic form! 44

Unharnessed, naked, troops of Moorish horse Sweep to the charge; more high, the Dacian

To hoof and finger mailed;—yet, high or low,
None bleed, and none lie prostrate but the foe;
In every Roman, through all turns of fate,
Is Roman dignity inviolate; 50

Spirit in him pre-eminent, who guides,
Supports, adorns, and over all presides;
Distinguished only by inherent state
From honoured Instruments that round him

wait; Rise as he may, his grandeur scorns the test 55 Of outward symbol, nor will deign to rest On aught by which another is deprest. —Alas! that One thus disciplined could toil To enslave whole nations on their native soil; So emulous of Macedonian fame, 60

That, when his age was measured with his aim,
He drooped, 'mid else unclouded victories,
And turned his eagles back with deep-drawn

sighs. 0 weakness of the Great! O folly of the Wise!

Where now the haughty Empire that was spread 65

With such fond hope? her very speech is dead;
Tet glorious Art the power of Time defies,
And Trajan still, through various enterprise,
Mounts, in this fine illusion, toward the skies:
Still are we present with the imperial Chief, 70
Nor cease to gaze upon the bold Relief
Till Rome, to silent marble unconfined,
Becomes with all her years a vision of the Mind.


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