Louder and louder, gathering round, there wandered Prophesyings which grew articulate They seize me-I must speak them-be they fate! STROPHE α. I. Naples! thou Heart of men which ever pantest The mutinous air and sea: they round thee, even Metropolis of a ruined Paradise Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained! Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice, Which armed Victory offers up unstained To Love, the flower-enchained! Thou which wert once, and then didst cease to be, STROPHE B. 2. Thou youngest giant birth Which from the groaning earth Leap'st, clothed in armour of impenetrable scale! Last, of the Intercessors! Who 'gainst the Crowned Transgressors Pleadest before God's love! Arrayed in Wisdom's mail, Wave thy lightning lance in mirth Nor let thy high heart fail, Though from their hundred gates the leagued Oppressors, With hurried legions move! Hail, hail, all hail! ANTISTROPHE a. What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blaspheme A new Acteon's error Shall their's have been-devoured by their own hounds! ANTISTROPHE 6. 2. From Freedom's form divine, From Nature's inmost shrine, Strip every impious gawd, rend Error veil by veil : O'er Ruin desolate, O'er Falsehood's fallen state Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Destroyer pale! And winged words let sail, Freighted with truth even from the throne of God: That wealth, surviving fate, Be thine.--All hail! ANTISTROPHE α. y. Didst thou not start to hear Spain's thrilling paan Starts to hear thine! The Sea Which paves the desart streets of Venice laughs The vipers+ palsying venom, lifts her heel ANTISTROPHE B. y. Florence! beneath the sun, Of cities fairest one, Blushes within her bower for Freedom's expectation: From eyes of quenchless hope Rome tears the priestly cope, As ruling once by power, so now by admiration, * Exa, the island of Circe. The viper was the armorial device of the Visconti, tyrants of Milan. From a remoter station For the high prize lost on Philippi's shore:- Hear EPODE I. B. ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms Arrayed against the everliving Gods? The crash and darkness of a thousand storms See Of crags and thunder-clouds? ye the banners blazoned to the day, Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride? Dissonant threats kill Silence far away, The serene Heaven which wraps our Eden wide The Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions An hundred tribes nourished on strange religions Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, On Beauty's corse to sickness satiating— They come! The fields they tread look black and hoary With fire-from their red feet the streams run gory! EPODE II. B. Great Spirit, deepest Love! Which rulest and dost move All things which live and are, within the Italian shore; Who spreadest heaven around it, Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it; Who sittest in thy star, o'er Ocean's western floor, The sunbeams and the showers distil its foison O bid those beams be each a blinding brand Bid thy bright Heaven above, Whilst light and darkness bound it, Be their tomb who planned To make it ours and thine! Or, with thine harmonizing ardours fill Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shepherds.- Thou yieldest or withholdest, Oh let be September, 1820. |