LXXXII. Alas! the lofty city! and alas! The trebly hundred triumphs! (42) and the day Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free! LXXXIII. Oh thou, whose chariot roll'd on Fortune's wheel, (43) Thy country's foes ere thou would pause to feel With all thy vices, for thou didst lay down With an atoning smile a more than earthly crown LXXXIV. The dictatorial wreath,-couldst thou divine By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid Her warriors but to conquer-she who veil'd Earth with her haughty, shadow, and display'd, Until the o'er-canopied horizon fail'd, Her rushing wings-Oh! she who was Almighty hail' LXXXV. Sylla was first of victors; but our own The sagest of usurpers, Cromwell; he Too swept off senates while he hew'd the throne Down to a block-immortal rebel! See What crimes it costs to be a moment free And famous through all ages! but beneath His day of double victory and death Beheld him win two realms, and, happier, yield VOL. II. breath. K LXXXVI. The third of the same moon whose former course Our souls to compass through each arduous way, Were they but so in man's, how different were his doom! LXXXVII. And thou, dread statue! yet existent in (45) Thou who beheldest, 'mid the assassins' din, LXXXVIII. And thou, the thunder-stricken nurse of Rome! She-wolf! whose brazen-imaged dugs impart The milk of conquest yet within the dome Where, as a monument of antique art, Thou standest:-Mother of the mighty heart, Which the great founder suck'd from thy wild t Scorch'd by the Roman Jove's etherial dart, And thy limbs black with lightning-dost thou Guard thine immortal cubs, nor thy fond charge forg LXXXIX. Thou dost ;-but all thy foster-babes are dead The men of iron; and the world hath rear'd And fought and conquer'd, and the same course stee XC. The fool of false dominion—and a kind XCI. And came-and saw-and conquer'd! But the man Who would have tamed his eagles down to flee, Like a train'd falcon, in the Gallic van, Which he, in sooth, long led to victory, With a deaf heart which never seem'd to be At what? can he avouch-or answer what he claim'd? |