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“Life, howe'er bought, he treasured : he
Deemed war a thing of trade. Ah fie !
Great art thou, Carthage—towerest high O'er shamed and ruined Italy!"
As one uncitizen'd-men said
His little children; and did lay
Till those unequalled words had lent
Strength to the faltering sires of Rome;
Then from his sorrowstricken home Went forth to glorious banishment.
Yet knew he, what wild tortures lay
Before him: knowing, put aside
His kin, his countrymen—who tried To bar his path, and bade him stay:
He might be hastening on his way,
A lawyer freed from business—down
To green Venafrum, or a town Of Sparta, for a holiday.
Thou 'lt rue thy fathers' sins, not thine,
Till built the temples be, replaced
The statues, foul and smoke-defaced, Roman,—and reared each tottering shrine.
Thou rul'st but under heaven's hand.
Thence all beginnings come, all ends.
Neglected, mark what woes it sends On this our miserable land.
Twice Pacorus and Monæses foiled
Our luckless onset : huge their glee,
When to their necklaces they see Hanging the wealth of Rome despoiled.
Dacian and Æthiop nigh laid low
One with his fleet dismayed her, one Smote her with arrows from his bow.
A guilty age polluted first
Our beds, hearths, families : from that source
Derived, the foul stream, gathering force, O'er the broad land, a torrent, burst.
Pleased, now, the maiden learns to move . To soft Greek airs : already knows
Fresh from the nursery-how to pose Her graceful limbs; and dreams of love:
Next, while her lord drinks deep, invites
Her gallants in: nor singles one,
Into whose guilty arms to run, Stealthy and swift, when dim the lights:
No! in her lord's sight up springs she:
Alike at some small tradesman's beck,
As his who walks a Spanish deck And barters wealth for infamy.
- Were those lads of such parents bred
Who dyed the seas with Punic blood ?
Pyrrhus, Antiochus withstood, And Hannibal, the nation's dread?
Rude soldiers' sons, a rugged kind,
They brake the soil with Sabine spade :
Or shouldered stakes their axe had made To a right rigorous mother's mind,
What time the shadows of the rocks
Change, as the sun's departing car
Sends on the hours that sweetest are, And men unyoke the wearied ox.
Time mars not-what? A spoiler he.
Our sires were not so brave a breed
As their sires : we, a worse, succeed; To raise up sons more base than we.
TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA.
BANDUSIA, stainless mirror of the sky!
When dawns yon sun, the kid;
Challenge to dalliance or to strife-in vain !
And those cold springs of thine
Fierce glows the Dogstar, but his fiery beam
To labour-wearied ox,
And henceforth thou shalt be a royal fountain :
Where the brown oak grows tallest,