134 135 136 137 From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy Have I not seen what human things could do? From the loud roar of foaming calumny To the small whisper of the as paltry few, And subtler venom of the reptile crew, The Janus glance of whose significant eye, Learning to lie with silence, would seem true, And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh, Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy. But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquer ing pain; 139 140 141 142 LORD BYRON The arena swims around him-he is. gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not-his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor But where his rude hut by the Danube There were his young barbarians all at There was their Dacian mother1-he, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday- But here, where Murder breathed her And here, where buzzing nations choked And roar'd or murmur'd like a moun tain stream Dashing or winding as its torrent strays; or praise, Was death or life, the playthings of a My voice sounds much-and fall the On the arena void-seats crush'd-walls 144 145 And galleries, where my steps seem echoes175 A ruin-yet what ruin! from its mass Yet oft the enormous skeleton ye pass, Hath it indeed been plunder'd, or but Alas! developed, opens the decay, When the colossal fabric's form is It will not bear the brightness of the Which streams too much on all years, man, But when the rising moon begins to Its topmost arch, and gently pauses When the stars twinkle through the And the low night-breeze waves along The garland-forest, which the gray Like laurels on the bald first Cæsar's When the light shines serene but doth Then in this magic circle raise the dead: "While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls-the World.' Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty In Saxon times, which we are wont to Ancient; and these three mortal things On their foundations, and unalter'd all; skill, The World, the same wide den - of But I forget.-My pilgrim's shrine is won, And he and I must part,-so let it be,- 1 "Suetonius informs us that Julius Cæsar was 143 H 182 Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee 183 184 185 Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what Thy waters wash'd them power while And many a tyrant since; their shores The stranger, slave, or savage; their Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so186 Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou Made them a terror- 'twas a pleasing For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here. My task is done, my song hath ceased, my theme Has died into an echo; it is fit The spell should break of this pro- The torch shall be extinguish'd which MANFRED alone.-Scene, a Gothic Gallery. Man. The lamp must be replenish'd, It will not burn so long as I must watch: 5 Which then I can resist not in my heart 1 The sandals indicated travel by land; the scallop-shell, which was worn in the hat, travel by sea. 2 Hamlet, I, 5, 166-7. |