CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. CANTO THE FOURTH. I. 1 I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ;1 I saw from out the wave her structures rise O'er the far times, when many a subject land Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles! II. She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,2 And such she was;-her daughters had their dowers 1 See Appendix, "Historical Notes," No. I. 2 Sabellicus, describing the appearance of Venice, has made use of the above image, which would not be poetical were it not true. —“Quo fit ut qui superne urbem contempletur, turritam telluris imaginem medio Oceano figuratam se putet inspicere." III. In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more,1 IV. But unto us she hath a spell beyond The keystones of the arch! though all were o'er, For us repeopled were the solitary shore. The beings of the mind are not of clay; And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence: that which Fate Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied, First exiles, then replaces what we hate; Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, And with a fresher growth replenishing the void. 1 See Appendix, "Historical Notes," No. II. VI. Such is the refuge of our youth and age, And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye. Yet there are things whose strong reality Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues And the strange constellations which the Muse VII. I saw or dream'd of such,-but let them go,— And other voices speak, and other sights surround. VIII. I've taught me other tongues-and in strange eyes Have made me not a stranger; to the mind And seek me out a home by a remoter sea, IX. Perhaps I loved it well; and should I lay My ashes in a soil which is not mine, My spirit shall resume it—if we may Unbodied choose a sanctuary. I twine My hopes of being remember'd in my line With my land's language: if too fond and far These aspirations in their scope incline,- If my fame should be, as my fortunes are, Of hasty growth and blight, and dull Oblivion bar X. My name from out the temple where the dead Are honour'd by the nations-let it beAnd light the laurels on a loftier head! And be the Spartan's epitaph on me— "Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."1 Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, they have torn me, and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. XI. The spouseless Adriatic mourns her lord; And, annual marriage now no more renew'd, The Bucentaur lies rotting unrestored, Neglected garment of her widowhood! St. Mark yet sees his lion where he stood2 Stand, but in mockery of his wither'd power, Over the proud Place where an emperor sued, And monarchs gazed and envied in the hour When Venice was a queen with an unequall'd dower. 1 The answer of the mother of Brasidas, the Lacedæmonian general, to the strangers who praised the memory of her son. * See Appendix, "Historical Notes," No. III. XII. 'The Suabian sued, and now the Austrian reigns-1 From power's high pinnacle, when they have felt- Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe. XIII. Before St. Mark still glow his steeds of brass, Their gilded collars glittering in the sun; But is not Doria's menace come to pass ?3 Are they not bridled?-Venice, lost and won, Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done, Sinks, like a sea-weed, into whence she rose! Better be whelm'd beneath the waves, and shun, Even in destruction's depth, her foreign foes, From whom submission wrings an infamous repose. XIV. In youth she was all glory,-a new Tyre,Her very by-word sprung from victory, ThePlanter of the Lion," which through fire And blood she bore o'er subject earth and sea; Though making many slaves, herself still free, And Europe's bulwark 'gainst the Ottomite; Witness Troy's rival, Candia! Vouch it, ye Immortal waves that saw Lepanto's fight! For ye are names no time nor tyranny can blight. 1, 2, 3 See Appendix, "Historical Notes," Nos. IV. V. VI. 4 That is, the Lion of St. Mark, the standard of the republic, which is the origin of the word Pantaloon-Piantaleone, Pan taleon, Pantaloon. |