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“ The tender thought on thee shall dwell,
For thee the tear be duly shed ;
And mourn’d, till Pity's self be dead.”
PO E MS OF
JOHN DY E R.
GRON GAR H I L L.
VILENT Nymph, with curious eye!
On the mountain's lonely van,
About his chequer'd fides I wind,
Now, I gain the mountain's brow,
Does the face of Nature show,
Old castles on the cliffs arise,
Below me trees unnumber'd rise,
« Aspice murorum moles, præruptaque saxa,
« Obrutaque horrenti vesta theatra fitu : “ Hæc sunt Roma. Viden' velut ipsa cadavera
And see the rivers how they run,
Ever charming, ever new,
The fountain's fall, the river's Aow,
See on the mountain's southern side,
I with myself agree,
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high,
Be full, ye courts ; be great who will ;
NOUGH of Grongar, and the shady dales
Of winding Towy, Merlin's feebled haunt 1 ling inglorious. Now the love of arts, And what in metal or in stone remains Of proud antiquity, through various realms And various languages and ages fam'd, Bears me remote, o`er Gallia's woody bounds, O’er the cloud-piercing Alps remote ; beyond The vale of Arno purpled with tlie vine, Beyond the Umbrian and Etruscan hills, To Latium's wide Champain, forlorn and waste, Where yellow Tiber his neglected wave Mournfully rolls. Yet once again, my Muse, Yet once again, and soar a loftier flight; Lo the resistless theme, imperial Rome.
Fall'n, fall’n, a silent heap ; her heroes all Sunk in their urns ; behold the pride of pomp, The throne of nations fallin; obscur'd in duit; Ev'n yet majestical : the solemn scene Elates the foul, while now the rising Sun Flames on the ruins in the purer air Towering aloft, upon the glittering plain, Like broken rocks, a vast circumference; Rent palaces, crush'd colamns, rifled moles, Fanes roll'd on fanes, and tombs on buried tombs.
Deep lies in dust the Theban obelisk
Of ever-falling waters; shrouded Nile,
Desponding Brutus, dubious of the riglıt, Eridanus, and Tiber with his twins,
In evil days, or iaith, of public weal, And palmy Euphrates ; they with dropping locks, Solicitous and lad. Thy next regard Hang o'er their urns, and mournfully among Be Tully's graceful attitude : unprais'd, The plaintive-echoing ruins pour their streams, His out-stretch'd arm he waves, in act to speak Yet here, adventurous in the sacred search
Before the filent matters of the world, Of ancient arts, the delicate of mind,
And eloquence arrays him. There behold Curious and model, from all climes refort.
Prepar'd for combat in the front of war Grateful society! with these I raise
The pious brothers; jealous Alba stands
In fearful expectation of the Atrife,
Fall on each other's neck in silent tears;
Such virtue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rouz'd; Extend the cavern'd sewers, malty, firm,
Such were the Fabii, Decii ; so inspir'd, As the Sibylline grot beside the dead
The Scipios battled, and the Gracchi spoke : Lake of Avernus; such the fewers huge,
So rose the Roman state. Me now, of these Whither the great Tarquinian genius dooms Deep-musing, high ambitious thoughts inflame Each wave impure; and proud with added rains, Greatly to serve my country, diftant land, Hark now the mighty billows lash their vaults, And build me virtuous fame ; nor shall the dust And thunder ; how they heave their rocks in vain! Of these fallin piles with thew of fad decay Though now inceffant time has roll'd around Avert the good resolve, mean argument, A thousand winters o'er the changeful world, The fate alone of matter.—Now the brow And yet a thousand since, th' indignant floods We gain enraptur'd ; beauteously distinct * Roar loud in their firm bounds, and dash and swell, The numerous forti :os and do nes upswell, In vain; convey'd to Tiber's lowest wave.
With obelisks and columns interpos'd, Hence over airy plains, by crystal founts, And pine, and fir, and oak : so sair a fcene That weave their glittering waves with tunețul lapse, Sees not the dervise from the spiral tomb Among the sleeky pebbles, agate clear,
Of ancient Chanimos, while his eye beholds Cerulean ophite, and the flowery vein
Proud Memphis' reliques o'er th' Ægyptian plain : Of orient jasper, pleas'd I move along,
Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus' brow, And yases boro'd, and huge inscriptive stones, Though graceful Athens, in the vale beneath. And intermingling vines; and figur'd nymphs, Along the windings of the Muse's stream, Flora's and Chloe's of delicious mould,
Lucid llyffus weeps her filent schools,
Pours the broad firmament its varied light;
Round above round, now-widening to the verge
Imperial Rome, and her attendant realms, Terrific, monstrous shapes! preposterous Gods, When drunk with rule she will'd the fierce delight. Of Fear and Ignorance, by the sculptor's hand And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out-ruin « Hewn into form, and worshipp'd ; as ev'n now Before th' innumerable shouting crowd Blindly they worship at their breathless mouths t The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds, In varied appellations : men to these
Lions and tigers, wolves and elephants, (From deep to depth in darkening error fallen) And desperate men, more fell. Abhorrid intent! At length ascrib'd th' Inapplicable Name.
By frequent converse with familiar death, How doth it please and fill the memory
To kindle brutal daring apt for war; With deeds of brave renown, while on each hand To lock the breast, and itsalti' obdurate heart Hiltoric urns and breathing statues rise,
Amid the piercing cries of fore distress And speaking buits ! Sweet Scipio, Marius stern, Impenetrable. --But away thine eye ; Pompey superb, the spirit-ítirring form
Behold yon steepy cliff; the modern pile Of Czesar raptur'd with the charm of rule
Perchance may now delight, while that, reverdt And boundless fame ; impatient for exploits, In ancient days, the page alone declares, His eager eyes upcalt, he soars in thought
Or narrow coin tuough dim cærulean rust. Above all height: and his own Brutus see,
The fane was Jove's, its spacious golden roof,
O'er thick-surrounding temples beaming widi, Fountains at Rome adorned with the statues of those rivers.
* From the Palatin hill one sees most of the re+ Several statues of the Pagan gods have been con- markable antiquities, serted into imas of saints,
+ The Capitol.
Appear'd, as when above the morning hills By thy majestic daughters, Judah fair,
And Libya bright, and all-enchanting Greece,
Rejoic'd around her lyre; th' heroic note Too-prosperous Ifrael from his living strength. (Smit with sublime delight) Aufonia caught, And next regard yon venerable dome,
And plann’d imperial Rome. Thy hand benign Which virtuous Latium, with erroneous aim, Rear'd up her towery battlements in strength; Rais'd to her various deities, and nam'd
Bent her wide bridges o'er the swelling stream Pantheon ; plain and round; of this our world Of Tuscan Tiber; thine those folemn domes Majestic emblem ; with peculiar grace
Devoted to the voice of humbler prayer ; Before its ample orb, projected stands
And thine those piles * undeck'd, capacious, vast, The many-pillar'd portal : noblest work
In days of dearth where tender Charity Of human skill: here, curious architect,
Dispens'd her timely succours to the poor. If thou essay'ft, ambitious, to surpass
Thine too those musically-falling founts, Palladius, Angelus, or British Jones,
To Nake the clammy lip; adown they fall, On these fair walls extend the certain scale,
Musical ever; while from yon blue hills,
Turn their innumerable arches o'er
Proud and more proud in their august approach : How range the taper columns, and what weight High o'er irriguous vales and woods and towns, Their leafy brows sustain : fair Corinth first
Glide the soft whispering waters in the wind, Boasted their order, which Callimachus
And here united pour their silver streams (Reclining studious on Asopus' banks
Among the figur'd rocks, in murmuring falls,
Musical ever. These thy beauteous works:
Of human benefit : more late the rest;
At various times their turrets chanc'd to rise, One stone enormous each, or Thebes convey'd; When impious tyranny vouchsaf'd to smile, Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies.
Behold by Tiber's food, where modern Rome + And there the temple, where the summon'd state * Couches beneath the ruins: there of old In deep of night conven'd: ev'n yet methinks With arms and trophies gleam'd the field of Mars : The vehement orator in rent attire
There to their daily sports the noble youth Persuasion pours, ambition links her crest;
Ruth'd emulous; to Aing the pointed lance : And lo the villain, like a troubled sea,
To vault the steed; or with the kindling wheel That toffes up her mire! Ever disguis'd,
In dufty whirlwinds sweep the trenibling goal ; Shall treason walk? Mall proud opression yoke Or wrestling, cope with adverse swelling breasts, The neck of virtue? Lo the wretch, abalh'd, Strong grappling arms, close heads, and distant feet; Self-betray'd Catiline! O Liberty,
Or clash the lifted gauntlets: there they form'd Parent of happiness, celestial-born ;
Their ardent virtues: in the boffy piles, When the first man became a living roul,
The proud triumphal arches ; all their wars, His facred genius thou; be Britain's care ;
Their conquests, honours, in the sculptures live. With her secure, prolong thy lov'd retreat;
And see from every gate those ancient roads, Thence bless mankind; while yet among her sons,
With tombs high verg'd, the solemn paths of Fame : Ev'n yet there are, to thield thine equal laws, Deserve they not regard ? O'er whose broad Aints Whofe bosoms kindle at the sacred names
Such crowds have roll'd, so many storms of war ; Of Cecil, Raleigh, Walsingham, and Drake. So many pomps ; so many wondering realms : May others more delight in tuneful airs;
Yet still through mountains pierc'd, o'er vallies In mafque and dance excel; to sculptur'd stone
rais'd, Give with superior skill the living look;
In even state, to distant feas around, More pompous piles erect, or pencil soft
They stretch their pavements. Lo, the fane of Peace, With warmer touch the visionary board :
Built by that prince, who to the trust of power I But thou, thy nobler Britons teach to rule;
Was honest, the delight of human-kind. To check the ravage of tyrannic sway ;
Three nodding ines remain ; the rest an heap To quell the proud ; to spread the joys of peace,
Of sand and weeds; her shrines, her radiant roofs, And various bleflings of ingenious trade.
And columns proud, that from her spacious floor, Be these our arts; and ever may we guard,
As from a shining sea, majestic rose Ever defend thee with undaunted heart.
An hundred foot aloft, like stately beech
Around the brim of Dion's glassy lake,
And golden trumpets, now conceal'd entomb'd
* The public granaries.
+ Modern Rome stands chiefly on the old Campu; * The Temple of Concord, where the fenate met Martius. on Catiline's couifpiracy,
I Begun by Vespasian, and finished by T.cus.