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Bade silence o'er the bright assembly reign. Streams into blood, and darkens into toe.”
Then thus a herald. To the states of Greece170 Thus she pursued.--"Near this great era, Rome
The Roman people, unconfin'd, restore

Began to feel the swift approach of fate,
Their countries, citics, liberties, and laws : That now her vitals gain'd; still more and more
Taxes remit, and garrisons withdraw.'

Her deep divisions kindling into rage,

349 The crowd astonish'd half, and half inform’d, And war with chains and desolation charg'u. Star'd dubious round; some question d, sume ex- From an unequal balance of her sons claim'd,

These fierce contentions sprung; and, as increas'd (Like one who dreaming, between hope and fear, This hated inequality, more fierce Is lost in anxious joy)' Be that again,

They fiam'd to tumult. Independence fail'd; Be that again proclaim'd, distinct, and loud.' Here by luxurious wants, by real there; Loud, and distinct, it was again proclaim'd; And with this virtue every virtue sunk, And still as midnight in the rural shade, 280 As, with the sliding rock, the pile sustain'd. When the gale slambers, they the words devour'd. A last attempt, too late, the Gracchi made, A while severe amazement held them mute, To fix the flying scale, and poise the state. 359 Then, bursting broad, the boundless shout to On one side swell'd aristocratic pride ; Heaven

With 'sury, the villain! whose fell gripe
From many a thousand hearts ecstatic sprung. Bends by degrees to baseness the free soul;
On every hand rebellow'd to their joy

And Luxury rapacious, cruel, mean,
The swelling sea, the rocks, and vocal hills : Mother of vice! while on the other crept
Through all her turrets stately Corinth shouk; A populace in want, with pleasure fird;
And, from the void above of shatter'd air,

Fit for proscriptions, for the darkest deeds,
The flitting bird fell breathless to the ground. 290 As the proud feeder bade: inconstant, blind,
What piercing bliss ! how keen a sense of faine, Deserting friends at need, and dnp'd by focs;
Did then, Flaminius, reach thy inmost soul ! Loud and seditious, when a chief inspir'd 360
And with what deep-felt glory didst thou then Their headlong fury, but, of him depriv'd,
Escape the fondness of transported Greece! Already slaves that lick'd the scourging hand.
Mix'd in a tempest of superior joy,

This firm republic, that against the blast
They left the sports; like Bacchanals they new, Of opposition rose; that (like an oak,
Each other straining in a strict embrace,

Nurs'd on feracious Algidum, whose boughs
Nor strain'd a slave; and loud acclaims till night Still stronger shoot beneath the rigid axe)
Round the proconsulis tent repeated rung. 299 By loss, by slaughter, from the steel itself,
Then, crown'd with garlands, came the festive Ev'n force and spirit drew; smit with the calm,

The dead serene of prosperous fortune, pin'd. And music, sparkling wine, and converse warm, Nought now her weighty legions could oppose ;370 Their raptures wak'd anew.— Ye gods!' they Her terrour once on Afric's tawny shore, cry'd,

Now smok'd in dust, a stabling now for wolves; • Ye guardian gads of Greece! And are we free? And every dreaded power receiv'd the yoke. Was it not madness deem'd the very thought? Besides, destructive, from the conquer'd east, And is it true? How did we purchase chains ? In the soft plunder came that worst of plagues, At what a dire expense of kindred blood ?

That pestilence of mind, a fever'd thirst And are they now dissolv'd? And scarce one drop For the false joys which luxury prepares. For the fair first of blessings have we paid ? Unworthy joys! that wasteful leave behind Courage, and conduct, in the doubtful field, No mark of honour, in reflecting hour, When rages wide the storm of mingling war, 310 No secret ray to glad the conscious soul ; 380. Are rare indeed; but how to generous ends At once involving in one ruin wealth, To turn success, and conquest, rarer still : And wealth-acquiring powers: while stupid self, That the great gods and Romans only know. Of narrow gust, and hebetaling sense Lives there on Earth, almost to Greece unknown, Devour the nobler faculties of bliss. A people so magnanimous, to quit

Hence Roman virtue slacken'd into sloth ; Their native soil, traverse the storıny deep, Security relax'd the softening state ; And by their blood and treasure, spent for us, And the broad eye of government lay clos'd; Redeein our states, our liberties, and laws! No more the laws inviolable reign'd, There does! there does! oh, saviour Titus! Rome!' And public weal no more : but party rag'd; Thus through the happy right they pour'd their And partial power, and licence unrestrain'd, 999 And in my last reflected beams rejoic'd. (souls, Let discord through the deathful city loose. As when the shepherd, on the mountain brow,322 First, mild Tiberius, on thy sacred head Sits piping to his focks, and gainesomne kids ; The fury's vengeance fell; the first, whose blood Meantime the Sun, beneath the green Farth sunk, Had since the consuls stain'd contending Rome. Slants upward o'er the scene a parting gleam: Of precedent pernicious! with thee bled Short is the glory that the mountain gilds, Three hundred Romans; with thy brother, next, Plays on the glittering flocks, and glads the swain; Three thousand more; till, into battles turn'd To western worlds irrevocable roll'd,

Debates of peace, and fore'd the trembling laws, Rapid, the source of light recalls his ray.

The forum and comitia horrid grew,
Here interposing I.." Oh, queen of men! 530 A scene of barter'd power, or reeking gore.
Boncath whose sceptre in essential rights

When, half-asham'd, Corruption's thievish arts, Equal they live; though plac'd, for common good, And ruffian force began to sap the mounds Various, or in subjection, or command;

And majesty of laws; if not in time
And that by common choice: alas! the scene, Repress'd severe, for human aid too strong
With virtue, freedom, and with glory bright, The torrent turns, and overbears the whole,

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Thus luxury, dissension, a mix'd rage A rage impatient of an equal name;
Of boundless pleasure and of boundless wealth, Or to the nobler Cæsar, on whose brow
Want wishing change, and waste repairing war, O'er daring vice deluding virtue smil'd,
Rapine for ever lost to peaceful toil,

And who no less a vain superior scorn'd.
Guilt unaton'd, profuse of blood revenge,

Both bled, but bled in vain. New traitors rose, Corruption all avow'd, and lawless force,

The venal will be boughi, the base hare lords. Each heightening each, alternate shook the state. To these vile wars I left aubitious slaves; 480 Meantime ambition, at the dazzling head 411 And from Philippi's field, from where in dust Of þardy legions, with the laurels heap'd

The last of Romans, matchless Brutus! lay, And spoil of nations, in one circling blast

Spread to the north untam'd a rapid wing. Combin'd in various storm, and from its base “What though the first smooth Cæsar's arts The broad republic tore. By virtue built,

Merit and virtue, simulating me? (carcss'd, It touched the skies, and spread o'er shelter'd Earth Severely tender! cruelly humane! An ample roof: by virtue too sustain'd,

The chain to clinch, and make it softer sit And balanc'd steady, every tempest sung

On the new-broken still ferocious state. Innoxious by, or bade it firmer stand.

From the dark third, succeeding, I beheld But when, with sudden and enormous change, 420 Th’ imperial monsters all.--A race on Earth 490 The first of mankind sunk into the last,

Vindictive, sent the scourge of human-kind ! As once in virtue, so in vice extreme,

Whose blind profusion drain’d a bankrupt world ; This universal fabric yielded loose,

Whose lust to forming Nature seems disgrace ; Before ambition still, and thundering down, And whose infernal rage bade every drop At last, beneath its ruins crush'd a world.

Of ancient blood, that yet retain'd my flame, A conquering people, to themselves a prey, To that of Pætus, in the peaceful bath, Must ever fall; when their victorious troops, Or Rome's affrighted streets, inglorions flow. In blood and rapine sarage grown, can find But almost just the meanly-patient death, No land to sack and pillage but their own. That waits a tyrant's unprevented stroke.

.“ By brutal Marius, and keen Sylla, first 430 | Titus indeed gave one short evening gleam; 500 Effus'd the deluge dire of civil blood,

More cordial felt, as in the midst it spread Unceasing woes began, and this, or that,

Of storm, and horrour. The delight of men ; (Deep-drenching their revenge) nor virtue spard, He who the day, when his o'erflowing hand Nor sex, nor age, nor quality, nor name, Had made no happy heart, concluded lost; Till Rome, into an human shambles turn'd, Trajan and he, with the mild sire and son, Made deserts lovely.-Oh, to well-earn'd chains His son of virtue! eas'd awbile mankind; Devoted race !--If no true Roman then,

And arts reviv'd beneath their gentle bcain. No Scævola there was, to raise for Me

Then was their last effort : what sculpture rais'd A vengeful hand: was there no father, robb’d To Trajan's glory, following triumphs stole; 509 Of blooming youth to prop his wither'd age? 440 And nix'd with Gothic forins, (the chissel's shame) No son, a witness to his hoary sire

On that triumphal arch, the forms of Greece. In dust and gore desil'd ? po friend, forlorn ?

“ Meantime o'er rocky Thrace, and the deep No wretch that doubtful trembled for himself? Of gelid Hemus, I pursued my flight; (vales None brave, or wild, to pierce a monster's beart, And, piercing farthest Scythia, westward swept Who, heaping horrour round, no more deserv'd Sarmatia, travers'd by a thousand streams. The sacred shelter of the laws he spurn'd ?

A sullen land of lakes, and fens immense, No. Sad o'er all profound dejection sat,

Of rocks, resounding torrents, gloomy heaths, And nerveless fear. The slave's asylum theirs : And cruel deserts black with sounding pinc; Or flight, ill-judging, that the timid back

Where Nature frowns: though sometimes into Turns weak to slaughter; or partaken guilt. 450 smiles In vain from Sylla's vanity I drew

She softens; and immediate, at the touch 520 An unexampled deed. The power resign'd, Of southern gales, throws from the sudden glebe And all unhop'd the common-wealth restor'd, Luxuriant pasture, and a waste of dowers. Amaz'd the public, and effac'd his crimes.

But, cold-coinprest, when the whole loaded heaven Through streets yet streaming from his murderous Descends in snow, lost in one white abrupt, Unarm'd he stray'd, unguarded, unassail'd, [hand Lics undistinguish'd earth; and, seiz'd by frost, And on the bed of peace his ashes laid:

Lakes, headlung streams, and floods, and oceans A grace, which I to nis demission gave.

sleep, But with him dy'd not the despotic soul.

Yet there life glows; the furry millions there, Ambition saw that stooping Rome could bear 460 Deep-dig their dens beneath the sheltering snows: A master, nor had virtue to be free.

And there a race of men prolific swarms, Hence, for succeeding years, my troubled reign To various pain, to little pleasure us'd; 530 No certain peace, no spreading prospect, knew. On whom, keen-parching beat Riphcan winds; Destruction gather'd round. Still the black soul, Hard like their soil, and like their climate fierce, Or of a Catalme, or Rullus, swell'd

The nursery of nations !--These I rous'd, With fell designs; and all the watchful art Drove land on land, on people people pour'd; Of Cicero deinanded, all the force,

Till from almost perpetual night they broke, All the state-wielding magic of his tongue ; As if in search of day; and v'er the banks And all the thunder of my Cato's zeal.

Of yielding empire, only slare-sustain'd, With these I linger'd; till the flame anew 470 Resistless rag'd, in vengeanke urg'd by ine. Burst out in blaze immense, and wrapt the world. “ Long in the barbarous heart the bury'd seeds The shameful contest sprung, to whom mankind Of freedom lay, for many a wintery age; 540 Should yield the neck. to Pompey, who conceal'd | And though my spirit work'd, by slow degrees, VOL XII.



Vought but its pride and fierceness yet appear'd.

Then was the night of time, that parted worlds.

I quitted Earth the while. As when the tribes
Jürial, warn'd of rising winter, ride

Autumnal winds, to warıner climates borne;
So, arts and each good genius in my train,
I cut the closing gloom, and soar'd to Heaven.

THE CONTENTS OF PART IV. “ In the bright regions there of purest day, DIFFERENCE betwixt the ancients and moderns Far other scenes, and palaces, arise,


slightly touched upon, to ver. 30. Description Adorn'd profuse with other arts divine.

of the dark ages. The goddess of Liberty, who All beanty here below, to the compar'd,

during these is supposed to have left Earth, Would, like a rose before the mid-day Sun,

returns, attended with Arts and Science, to ver. Shrink up its blossom ; like a bubble, break

100. She first descends on Italy. Sculpture, The passing poor magnificence of kings.

Painting, and Architecture fix at Rome, to reFor there the King of Nature, in full blaze,

vive their several arts by the great models of Calls every splendour forth ; and there his court

antiquity there, which many barbarous invasions Ainid ethereal powers, and virtues, holds :

had not been able to destroy. The revival of Angel, archangel, tutelary gods,

these arts marked out. That sometimes arts Of cities, nations, empires, and of worlds. 560

may fourish for a while under despotic governBut sacred be the veil, that kindly clouds

ments, though never the natural and genuine A light too keen for mortals : wraps a view

production of them, to ver. 254. Learning begins Too softening fair, for those that here in dust to dawn. The Muse and Science attend Liberty, Must cheerful toil out their appointed years,

who in her progress towards Great Britain raises A sense of higher life would only damp

several free states and cities. These enumerated, 'The school-boy's task, and spoil his playful hours. to ver. 381, Author's exclamation of joy, upon Nor could the child of reason, feeble man,

secing the British seas and coasts rise in the With vigour through this infant being drudge; vision, which painted whatever the goddess of Did brigbter worlds, their unimagin’d bliss

Liberty said. She resumes her narration. The Disclosing, dazzle and dissolve his inind.” 570

Genius of the Deep appears, and, addressing
Liberty, associates Great Britain into his domi

nion, to ver. 451. Liberty received and conVer. 7. The last struggles of liberty in Greece. gratulated by Britannia, and the native Genii Ver. 15. A promontory in Calabria.

or Virtues of the island. These described. AnjVer. 39. Pythagoras.

mated by the presence of Liberty, they begin Ver. 34. Samos, over which then reigned the ty- their operations. Their beneficent influence conrant Polycrates.

trasted with the works and delusions of opposing Ver. 37. The southern parts of Italy, and Sicily, demons, to ver. 626. Concludes with an abso called because of the Grecian colonies there stract of the English history, marking the settled.

several advances of Liberty, down to her comVer. 38. His scholars were enjoined silence for plete establishment at the Revolution.


five years.


Ver. 57. The four cardinal virtues,

Ver. 244. The ancient name of the Volga.
Ver. 245. The Caspian sea.
Ver. 264. The king of Macedonia.

Struck with the rising scene, thus I amaz’d: Ver. 286. The Isthmian games were celebrated “ Ah, goddess, what a change! Is Earth the same? at Corinth.

Of the same kind the ruthless race she feeds? Ver. 369. Carthage.

And does the same fair Sun and ether spread Ver. 390. Tib. Gracchus.

Round this vile spot their all-enlivening soul? Ver. 465. Pub. Servilius Rullus, tribune of the Lo! beauty fails; lost in unlovely forms people, proposed an Agrarian Law, in appearance of little pomp, magnificence no more very advantageous for the people, but destructive Exalts the mind, and bids the public smile: of their liberty ; and which was defeated by the While to rapacious interest glory leaves eloquence of Cicero, in his speech against Rullus. Mankind, and every grace of life is gone." 10 Ver. 439. Tiberius.

To this the power, whose vital radiance calls Ver. 496. Thrasea Pætus, put to death by Nero. From the brute mass of man an order'd world: Tacitus introduces the account he gives of his death “Wait till the morning shines, and from the thus.--" After having inhamanly slaughtered so Of Gothic darkness springs another day. (depth inany illustrious men, he (Nero) burned at last True genius droops ; the tender ancient taste with a desire of cutting off virtue itself in the person of beauty, then fresh-blooming in her prime, of Thrasea, &c."

But faintly trembles through the callous soul, Ver. 505. Antoninus Pius, and his adopted son And grandeur, or of morals, or of life, Marcus Aurelius, afterwards called Antoninus Sinks into safe pursuits, and creeping cares. Philosophus.

Ev'n cautious virtue seems to stoop her flight, 20 Ver. 511. Constantine's arch, to build which, And aged life to deem the generous deeds that of Trajan was destroyed, sculpture having been of youth romantic. Yet in cooler thought then almost entirely lost.

WeH-reason'd, in researches piercing deep Ver. 515. The ancient Sarmatia contained a vast Through Nature's works, in profitable arts, tract of country running all along the north of And all that calm experience can disclose, Tenpe, and Asia.

(Slow guide, but sure) behold the world anew

Exalteu rise, with other honours crown’d; To civil broil; and glory to romance.
And, where my Spirit wakes the finer powers, Thus human life unhing'd to ruin reeld,
Athenian laurels still afresh shall bloom.

And giddy Reason totter'd on her throne. * Oblivious ages pass'd; while Earth, forsook 30 At last Heaven's best inexplicable scheme, 100 By her best genii, lay to demons foul,

Disclosing, bade new brightening eras smile. And unchain'd furies, an abandon'd prey.

The high command gone forth, Arts in my train, Contention led thė van; first small of size,

And azure-mantled Science, swift we spread But soon dilating to the skies she towers : A sounding pinion. Eager pity, mixt Then, wide as air, the livid fury spread,

With indignation, urg'd her downward flight. And high her head above the stormy clouds, On Latium first we stoop'd, for doubtful life She blaz'd in omens, swellid the groaning winds That panted, sunk beneath unnumber'd woes. With wild surmises, battlings, sounds of war: Ah, poor Italia! what a bitter cup [Huns, From land to land the maddening trumpet blew, Of vengeance hast thou drain'd! Goths, Vandals, And pour'd her venom through the heart of man. 46 Lombards, barbarians broke from every land, 110 Shook to the pole, the north obey'd her call. How many a ruffian form hast thou beheld ! Forth rush'd the bloody power of Gothic war, What horrid jargons heard, where rage alone War against human kind: Rapine, that led Was all thy frighted ear could comprehend ! Millions of raging robbers in bis train :

How frequent by the red inhuman band, Unlistening, barbarous Force, to whom the sword Yet warm with brother's, husband's, father's blood, Is reason, honour, law: the foe of arts

Hast thou thy matrons and thy virgins seen By monsters follow'd, hideous to behold,

To violation dragg'd, and mingled death! That claim'd their place. Outrageous mix'd with what conflagrations, earthquakes, ravage, floods, Another species of tyrannic rule,

[these Have turn'd thy cities into stony wilds; Unknown before, whose cancrous shackles seiz'd 50 And succourless, and bare, the poor remains 120 Th’envenoin'd soul: a wilder fury, she

Of wretches forth to nature's common cast! Evin o'er her elder sister tyranniz'd;

Added to these, the still continued waste Or, if perchance agreed, infiam'd her rage, Of inbred foes, that on thy vitals prey, Dire was her train, and loud; the sable band, And, double tyrants, seize the very soul. Thundering, -'Submit, ye laity! ye prophane ! Where hadst thou treasures for this rapine al Earth is the Lord's, and therefore ours; let kings These hungry myriads, that thy bowels tore, Allow the common claim, and half be theirs; Heap'd sack on sack, and bury'd in their rage If not, behold! the sacred lightning fies:' Wonders of art; whence this grey scene a mine Scholastic Discord, with an hundred tongues, Of more than gold becomes and orient gems, For science uttering jangling words obscure, 60 Where Egypt, Greece, and Rome, united glow. 130 Where frighted Reason never yet could dwell: “ Here Sculpture, Painting, Architecture, bent Of peremptory feature, Cleric Pride,

From ancient models to restore their arts, Whose reddening check no contradiction bears, Remain'd. A little trace we how they rose. And Holy Slander, his associate firm,

“ Amid the boary ruins Sculpture first, On whom the lying spirit still descends :

Deep-digging, from the cavern dark and damp, Mother of tortures! Persecuting Zeal,

Their grave for ages, bid her marble race High-flashing in her hand the ready torch, Spring to new light. Joy sparkled in her eyes, Or poniard bath'd in unbelieving blood;

And old remembrance thrill'd in every thought, Hell's fiercest fiend! of saintly brow demure, 70 As she the pleasing resurrection saw. Assuming a celestial seraph's name,

In leaning site, respiring from his toils, 140 While she beneath the blasphemous pretence The well-known hero, who deliver'd Greece, Of pleasing Parent Heaven, the source of love! His ample chest, all tempested with force, Has wrought more horrours, more detested deeds, Unconquerable rear'd. She saw the head, Than all the rest combin'd. Led on by her, Breathing the hero, small, of Grecian size, And wild of head to work her fell designs,

Scarce more extensive than the sinewy neck; Came idiot Superstition; round with ears

The spreading shoulders, muscular, and broad; Innumervus strow'd, ten thousanc: monkish forins The whole a mass of swelling sinews, touch'd With legends ply'd them, and with tenets, meant * Into harmonious shape; she saw, and joy'd. To charm or scare the simple into slaves,

The yellow hunter, Meleager, rais'd s150 And poison reason; gross, she swallows all, 80 His beauteous front, and through the finish'd whole The inost absurd believing ever most.

Shows what ideas smild of old in Greece. Broad o'er the whole her universal night,

Of raging aspect, rush'd impetuous forth The gloom still doubling, Ignorance diffus'd. The Gladiator. Pityless his look,

Nought to be seen, but visionary monks And each keen sinew brac'd, the storm of war, . To councils strolling, and embroiling creeds; Ruffling, o'er all his nervous body frowns. Banditti saints, disturbing distant lands ;

The dying Otho froin the gloom she drew. And unknown nations, wandering for a home. Supported on his shortend arm he leans, All lay revers'd: the sacred arts of rule

Prone agonizing; with incumbent fate, Turn'd to flagitious leagues against mankind, Heavy declines his head; yet dark beneath And arts of plunder more and more avow'd; 90 The suffering feature sullen vengeance lowers, 160 Pure plain devotion to a solemn farce;

Shame, indignation, unaccomplish'd rage, To holy dotage virtue, ev'n tu guile,

And still the cheated eye expects his fall. To murder, and a mockery of oaths ;

All conquest-fusli’d, from prostrate Python, came Brave ancient freedom to the rage of slaves, The Quiver'd God. In graceful act he stands, Proud of their state, and fighting for their chains; His arm extended with the slacken'd bow. Dishonour'd courage to the bravo's trade, Light flows his easy robe, and fair displays

A manly-soften'dorm. The bloom of gods To those of Venice she the magic art
Seems youthful o'er the beardless cheek to wave. Of colours melting into colours gave.
His features yet heroic ardour warms;

Theirs too it was by one embracing mass
And sweet subsiding to a native smile, 170 Of light and shade tbat settles round the whole, 240
Mixt with the joy elating conquest gives,

Or varies tremulous from part to part, A scatter'd frown exalts his matchless air.

O’er all a binding harmorry to throw, On Flora mov'd ; her full-proportion'd limbs To raise the picture, and repose the sight. Rise through the mantle tuttering in the breeze. The Lombard school succeeding, mingled both. The queen of Love arose, as from the deep

“ Meantime dread fanes, and palaces, around, She sprung in all the melting pomp of charms. Reard the magnific front. Music again Bashful she bends, her well-taught look aside Ilir universal language of the heart Turns in enchanting guise, where dubious mix Renew'd ; and, rising from the plaintive rale, Vain conscious beauty, a dissembled sense To the full concert spread, and solemn quire. Of modest shame, and slippery looks of love. 180 Ev'n bigots smil'd ; to their protection took 250 The gazer grows enamourd, and the stone, Arts not their own, and from them borrow'd pomp: As if exulting in its conquest, smiles.

For in a tyrant's garden these a wbile So turn'd each limb, so swell'd with softening art, May bloom, though freedown be their parent soil. That the deluded eye the marble doubts.

" And now confest, with gently-glowing gleam, At last her utmost master-piece she found, The morning shone, and westward stream'd its light. That Maro fir'd; the miserable sire,

The Muse awoke. Not sooner on the wing Wrapt with his sons in fate's severest grasp. Is the gay bird of dawn. Artless her voiee, The serpents, twisting round, thcir stringent folds Untaaght and wild, yet warbling through the woods Inextricable tie. Such passion here,

Romantic lays. But as her northeru course Such agonies, such bitterness of pain, 190 She, with her tutor Science, in my train, 260 Secm so to tremble through the tortur'd stone, Ardent pursu'd, her strains more noble grew : That the touch'd heart engrosses all the view. While reason drew the plan, the heart inform'd Almost uninark'd the best proportions pass, The moral page, and faucy lent it grace. That ever Greece beheld; and, seen alone,

“Rome and her circling deserts cast behind, On the rapt eye th’imperious passions seize : i pass'd not idle to my great sojourn. The father's double pangs, both for himself

“On Arno's fertile plain, where the rich vine And sons convulsid : to Heaven bis rueful look, Luxuriant o'er Etrurian mountains roves,. Imploring aid, and half-accusing, cast;

Safe in the lap repos'd of private bliss, His fell despair with indignation mixt,

I small republies rais'd. Thrice happy they' As the strong-curling monsters from his side 200 Had social freedoin bound their peace, and arts, 270 His full-extended fury cannot tear.

Instead of ruling power, ne'er ineant for them, More tender touch'd, with varied art, bis sons Employ'd their little cares, and say'd their fate. All the soft rage of younger passions show.

“ Beyond the rugged Apennines, that roll In a boy's helpless fate one sinks oppress'd ! Par through Italian bounds their wavy tops, While, yet unpierc'd, the frighted other tries My path too l with public blessings strow'd ; His foot to steal out of the horrid twine.

Free states and cities, where the Lombard plain, “She bore no more, but straight from Gothic rust In spite of culture negligent and gross, Her chisel cleard, and dust and fragments drove Froin her deep bosom pours unbidden joys, Impetuous round. Successive as it went,

And green o'er all the land a garden spreads. From son to son, with more enlivening touch, 210 “The barren rocks themselves beneath my foot From the brute rock it call’d the breathing forın; Relenting bloom'd on the Ligurian shore. 28) Till, in a legislator's awful grace

Thick-swarming people there, like emmets, seiz'd Dress'd, Buonaroti bid a Moses rise,

Amid surrounding cliffs, the scatter'd spots, And, looking love immense, a Saviour-God. Which Nature left in her destroying rage,

“Of these observant, Painting felt the fire Made their own fields, nor sigh'd for other lands. Burn inward. Then ecstatic she diffus'd

There, in white prospect, from the rocky hill, The canvas, seiz'd the pallet, with quick hand Gradual dexending to the shelter'd shore, The colours brew'd; and on the void expuse By me proud Genoa's inarble turrets rose. Her gay creation pour'd, her mimic world. And while my genuine spirit warm'd her sons, Poor was the manner of her eldest race, 020 Penenth her Dorias, not unworthy, she

290 Barren, and dry; just struggling troin the taste, l'y'd for the trident of the parrow seas, That bad for ages scar'd in cloysters diin

Ere Britain yet had opend all the main. The superstitious heru: yet glorious then

“Nor be the then triumphant state forgot, (still, Were deem'd their works; where undevelop'd lay Whrre, push'd from plunderd earth, a remnant The future wonders that enrich'd mankind, Inspir'd by me, through the dark ages kept And a new light and grace v'er Furope cast. Of my old Roman fame some sparks alive: Arts gradual gather streams. Enlarging this The seeming god built city! which my hand To each his portion of her various gifts

Deep in the bosum fix'd us wondering seas. The goddess deait, to none indulging all;

Astonish'd mortals sail'd, with pleasing awe, No, not to Raphael. At kiud distance still 230 Around the sea girt walls, by Neptune fenc'd, 300 Perfection stands, like happiness, to tempt And down the briny street ; where on each hand, Th' eternal chase. In elegant design

Amazing seen amid unstable waves, Improving Nature; in ideas fair,

The splendid palace shines ; and rising tides, Or great, extracted from the fine antique ; The green steps marking, murinur at the door. In attitude, expression, airs divine,

To this fair queen of Adria's stormy gulf, Her sons of Rome and Florence bore the prize. The mart of natious ! long, obedient scas

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