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To holy dotage virtue, ev'n to guile,
And each keen sinew brac'd, the storm of war, To murder, and a mockery of oaths ;
Ruffling, o'er all his nervous body frowns. Brave ancient freedom to the rage of slaves, * The dying Otho* from the gloom she drew: Proud of their state, and fighting for their chains; Supported on his shorten'd arm he leans, Dishonor'd courage to the bravo's trade,t
Prone agonizing; with incumbent fate, To civil broil; and glory to romance.
Heavy declines his head; yet dark beneath Thus human life, unhing'd, to ruin reelid,
The suffering feature sullen vengeance lowers, And giddy Reason totter'd on her throne.
Shame, indignation, unaccomplish'd rage, " At last Heaven's best inexplicable scheme, And still the cheated eye expects his fall. Disclosing, bade new brightening eras smile. All conquest-flush’d, from prostrate Python, came The high command gone forth, Arts in my train, The Quiver'd God.t In graceful act he stands, And azure-rnantled Science, swift we spread His arm extended with the slacken'd bow. A sounding pinion. Eager pity, mixt
Light flows his easy robe, and fair displays With indignation, urg'd her downward fight. A manly-soften'd form. The bloom of gods On Latium first we stoop'd, for doubtful life Seems youthful o'er the beardless cheek to wave. That panted, sunk beneath unnumber'd woes. His features yet heroic ardor warms; Ah, poor Italia! what a bitter cup
And sweet subsiding to a native smile, Of vengeance hast thou drain'd! Goths, Vandals, Mixt with the joy elating conquest gives, Huns,
A scatter'd frown exalts his matchless air. Lombards, barbarians broke from every land, On Flora mov'd ; her full-proportion'd limbs How many a ruffian form hast thou beheld ! Rise through the mantle Muttering in the breeze. What horrid jargons heard, where rage alone The queen of Loves arose, as from the deep Was all thy frighted ear could comprehend ! She sprung in all the melting pomp of charms. How frequent by the red inhuman hand,
Bashful she bends, her well-taught look aside Yet warm with brother's, husband's, father's blood, Turns in enchanting guise, where dubious mix Hast thou thy matrons and thy virgins seen Vain conscious beauty, a dissembled sense To violation dragg'd, and mingled death!
Of modest shame, and slippery looks of love. What conflagrations, earthquakes, ravage, floods, The gazer grows enamour'd, and the stone, Have turn'd thy cities into stony wilds;
As if exulting in its conquest, smiles. And succorless, and bare, the poor remains So turn'd each limb, so swellid with softening art, Of wretches forth to nature's common cast! That the deluded eye the marble doubts. Added to these, the still continued waste
At last her utmost masterpiecey she found, Of inbred foes, that on thy vitals prey,
That Maro fir'd ;ll the miserable sire, And, double tyrants, seize the very soul.
Wrapt with his sons in fate's severest grasp. Where hadst thou treasures for this rapine all ? The serpents, twisting round, their stringent folds These hungry myriads, that thy bowels tore, Inextricable tie. Such passion here, Heap'd sack on sack, and buried in their rage Such agonies, such bitterness of pain, Wonders of art; whence this grey scene a mine Seem so to tremble through the tortur'd stone, Of more than gold becomes, and orient gems, That the touch'd heart engrosses all the view. Where Egypt, Greece, and Rome, united glow. Almost unmark'd the best proportions pass,
“ Here Sculpture, Painting, Architecture, bent That ever Greece beheld ; and, seen alone, From ancient models to restore their arts,
On the rapt eye th' imperious passions seize : Remain'd. A little trace we how they rose. The father's double pangs, both for himself “ Amid the hoary ruins Sculpture first,
And sons convuls’d: to Heaven his rueful look,
His fell despair with indignation mixt,
More tender touch'd, with varied art, his sons
All the soft rage of younger passions show. The well-known hero,y who deliver'd Greece, In a boy's helpless fate one sinks oppress'd! His ample chest, all tempested with force,
While, yet unpierc'd, the frighted other tries Unconquerable rear'd. She saw the head, His foot to steal out of the horrid twine. Breathing the hero, small, of Grecian size,
“She bore no more, but straight from Gothic rust Scarce more extensive than the sinewy neck; Her chisel clear'd, and dust and fragments drove The spreading shoulders, muscular, and broad; Impetuous round. Successive as it went, The whole a mass of swelling sinews, touch'd From son to son, with more enlivening touch, Into harmonious shape; she saw, and joy'd. From the brute rock it call'd the breathing form ; The yellow hunter, Meleager, rais'd His beauteous front, and through the finish'd whole * The dying gladiator. Shows what ideas smild of old in Greece.
The Apollo of Belvidere. Of raging aspect, rush'd impetuous forth
1 The Venus of Medici. The gladiator.ll Pitiless his look,
§ The group of Laocoon and his two sons, destroyed
by two serpents. * Vassalage, whence the attachment of clans to their
| See Æneid, ii. ver 199—227. chier.
1 It is reported of Michael Angelo Buonaroti, the most | Duelling
1 The hierarchy.
celebrated master of modern sculpture, that he wrought $ The Hercules of Farnese.
with a kind of inspiration, or enthusiastical fury, which | T'he fighting gladiator.
produced the effect here mentioned.
Till, in a legislator's awful grace
Had social freedom bound their peace and arts, Dress'd, Buonaroti bid a Moses rise,
Instead of ruling power, ne'er meant for them, And, looking love immense, a Savior-God.* Employ'd their liule cares, and sav'd their fate. “Of these observant, Painting felt the fire
" Beyond the rugged Apennines, that roll Burn inward. Then ecstatic she diffusd
Far through Italian bounds their wavy tops, The canvas, seiz'd the pallet, with quick hand My path, too, I with public blessings strow'd ; The colors brew'd; and on the void expanse Free states and cities, where the Lombard plain, Her gay creation pour'd, her mimic world.
In spite of culture negligent and gross, Poor was the manner of her eldest race,
From her deep bosom pours unbidden joys, Barren, and dry; just struggling from the taste, And green o'er all the land a garden spreads. That bad for ages scar'd in cloisters dim
" The barren rocks themselves beneath my foot The superstitious herd: yet glorious then
Relenting bloom'd on the Ligurian shore. Were deem'd their works; where undevelop'd lay Thick-swarming people* there, like emmets, seiz'd, The future wonders that enrich'd mankind, Amid surrounding cliffs, the scatter'd spots, And a new light and grace o'er Europe cast. Which Nature left in her destroying raget Arts gradual gather streams. Enlarging this, Made their own fields, nor sigh'd for other lands. To each his portion of her various gifts
There, in white prospect, from the rocky hill, The goddess dealt, to none indulging all ;
Gradual descending to the shelter'd shore, No, not to Raphael. At kind distance still By me proud Genoa's marble turrets rose. Perfection stands, like happiness, to tempt
And while my genuine spirit warm’d her sons, Th'eternal chase. In elegant design
Beneath her Dorias, not unworthy, she Improving Nature ; in ideas fair,
Vied for the trident of the narrow seas, Or great, extracted from the fine antique ;
Ere Britain yet had open'd all the main. In attitude, expression, airs divine,
“ Nor be the then triumphant statef forgot, Her sons of Rome and Florence bore the prize. Where, push'd from plunder'd earth, a remnants To those of Venice she the magic art
still, Of colors melting into colors gave.
Inspir'd by me, through the dark ages kept Theirs too it was by one embracing mass
of my old Roman flame some sparks alive : Of light and shade that settles round the whole, The seeming god-built city! which my hand Or varies tremulous from part to part,
Deep in the bosom fix'd of wondering seas. O'er all a binding harmony to throw,
Astonish'd mortals sail'd, with pleasing awe, To raise the picture, and repose the sight.
Around the sea-girt walls, by Neptune fenc'd, The Lombard schoolt succeeding, mingled both. And down the briny street; where on each hand,
“ Meantime dread sanes, and palaces, around, Amazing seen amid unstable waves, Reard the magnific front. Music again
The splendid palace shines; and rising tides,
The green steps marking, murmur at the door.
“ Ev'n bigots smild; to their protection took Roll'd all the treasure of the radiant East; Arts not their own, and from them borrow'd pomp: But now no more. Than one great tyrant worse For in a tyrant's garden these awhile
(Whose shar'd oppression lightens, as diffus'd) May bloom, though freedom be their parent soil. Each subject tearing, many tyrants rose.
And now confest, with gently-glowing gleam, The least the proudest. Join'd in dark cabal,
Thus Venice fainter shines; and commerce thus, She, with her tutor Science, in my train,
Of toil impatient, fags the drooping sail.
Opening a thousand ports, and, charm’d with toil, “ Rome and ber circling deserts cast behind, Whom nothing can dismay, far other sons. I pass'd not idle to my great sojourn.
“On Arno'st fertile plain, where the rich vine Luxuriant o'er Etrurian mountains roves,
* The Genoese territory is reckoned very populous, but Safe in the lap repos'd of private bliss,
the towns and villages for the most part lie hid among I small republics ý rais'd. Thrice-happy they! the Apennine rocks and mountains.
† According to Dr. Burnet's system of the deluge. * Esteemed the two finest pieces of modern sculpture. 1 Venice was the most flourishing city in Europe, with | The school of the Caracci.
regard to trade, before the passage to the East Indies by
the Cape of Good Hope and America was discovered. | The river Arno runs through Florence. § The republics of Florence, Pisa, Lucca, and Sienna.
$ Those who fled to some marshes in the Adriatic gulf, They formerly had very cruel wars together, but at the from the desolation spread over Italy by an irruption of time when this poem was written, were all peaceably the Huns, first founded there this famous city, about the subject to the Great Duke of Tuscany, except it be Lucca, beginning of the fifth century. which still maintained the form of a republic.
| The main ocean.
I Great Britain.
· The mountains then, clad with eternal snow, Here, with the shifted vision, burst my joy. Confess'd my power. Deep as the rampant rocks, • O the dear prospect! O majestic view! By Nature thrown insuperable round,
See Britain's empire! lo! the watery vast I planted there a league of friendly states,*
Wide-waves, diffusing the cerulean plain. And bade plain freedom their ambition be.
And now, methinks, like clouds at distance seen, There in the vale, where rural Plenty fills, Emerging white from deeps of ether, dawn From lakes and meads, and furrow'd fields, her horn, My kindred cliffs; whence, wafted in the gale, Chief, where the Lemant pure emits the Rhone, Ineffable, a secret sweetness breathes. Rare to be seen! unguilty cities rise,
Goddess, forgive -My heart, surpris'd, o'erflows Cities of brothers form’d: while equal life, With filial fondness for the land you bless.” Accorded gracious with revolving power,
As parents to a child complacent deign Maintains them free; and, in their happy streets, Approvance, the celestial brightness smild; Nor cruel deed nor misery is known.
Then thus :—" As o'er the wave-resounding deep, For valor, faith, and innocence of life,
To my near reign, the happy isle, I steerd Renown'd, a rough laborious people, there, With easy wing; behold! from surge to surge, Not only give the dreadful Alps to smile,
Stalk'd the tremendous genius of the deep. And press their culture on retiring snows;
Around him clouds, in mingled tempest, hung; But, to firm order train’d and patient war,
Thick-flashing meteors crown'd his starry head ; They likewise know, beyond the nerve remiss And ready thunder redden'd in his hand, Of mercenary force, how to defend
Or from it stream'd comprest the gloomy cloud. The tasteful little their hard toil has earn'd, Where'er he look'd, the trembling waves recoil'd. And the proud arm of Bourbon to defy. (charm, He needs but strike the conscious food, and shook
“ Ev’n, cheer'd by me, their shaggy mountains From shore to shore, in agitation dire, More than or Gallic or Italian plains ;
It works his dreadful will. To me bis voice
My sister-goddess now, 10 yon blest isle,
Those that refulgent, or with rosy morn,
Drunk by equator-suns, severely shine ;
Ev'n yet untouch'd by daring keel, be theirs
The vast Pacific ; that on other worlds,
Nor Alexanders me, nor Cæsars brav'd.
“ From these descending, as I wav'd my course Till now low-crept; and peddling commerce plied O'er vast Germania, the ferocious nurse
Between near-joining lands. For Britons, chief, Of hardy men and hearts affronting Death, It was reserv'd, with star-directed prow, I gave some favor'd cities » there to lift
To dare the middle deep, and drive assur'd A nobler brow, and through their swarming streets, To distant nations through the pathless main, More busy, wealthy, cheerful, and alive,
Chief, for their fearless hearts the glory waits, In each contented face to look my soul.
Long months from land, while the black stormy “Thence the loud Baltic passing, black with storm, night To wintry Scandinavia's utmost bound;
Around them rages, on the groaning mast There, I the manly race.ll the parent hive
With unshook knee to know their giddy way; Of the mix'd kingdoms, form'd into a state To sing, unquell'd, amid the lashing wave; More regularly free. By keener air
To laugh at danger. Theirs the triumph be, Their genius purg'd, and temper'd hard by frost, By deep invention's keen pervading eye, Tempest and toil their nerves, the sons of those The heart of courage, and the hand of toil, Whose only terror was a bloodless death, Each conquer'd ocean staining with their blood, They wise, and dauntless, still sustain my cause. Instead of treasure robb'd by ruffian war, Yet there I fix'd not. Turning to the south, Round social Earth to circle fair exchange, The whispering zephyrs sigh'd at my delay.” And bind the nations in a golden chain.
To these I honor'd stoop. Rushing to light, * The Swiss Cantons.
A race of men behold! whose daring deeds | Geneva, situated on the Lacus Lemanus, a small Will in renown exalt my nameless plains state, but a noble example of the blessings of civil and O'er those of fabling Earth, as hers to mine religious liberty.
In terror yield. Nay, could my savage heart 1 The Swiss, after having been long absent from their Such glories check, their unsubmitting soul native country, are seized with such a violent desire of Would all my fury brave, my tempest climb, seeing it again, as affects them with a kind of languish- And might in spite of me my kingdom force.' ing indisposition, called the Swiss sickness.
Here, waiting no reply, the shadowy power The Hanse Towns.
| The Swedes. T See note (**) p. 487.
Eas'd the dark sky, and to the deeps return'd :
While the loud thunder rattling from his hand, The fount of truth. The thoughtful Power, a part, Auspicious, shook opponent Gallia's shore. Now, pensive, cast on Earth his fix'd regard,
“Of this encounter glad, my way to land Now, touch'd celestial, lanch'd it on the sky. I quick pursued, that from the smiling sea The Genius he whence Britain shines supreme, Receiv'd me joyous. Loud acclaims were heard; The land of light, and rectitude of mind. And music, more than mortal, warbling, fill'd He too the fire of fancy feeds intense, With pleas'd astonishment the laboring hind, With all the train of passions thence deriv'd : Who for a while the unfinish'd furrow left, Not kindling quick, a noisy transient blaze, And let the listening steer forget his toil.
But gradual, silent, lasting, and profound. Unseen by grosser eye, Britannia breath'd, Near him Retirement, pointing to the shade, And her aërial train, these sounds of joy, And Independence, stood : the generous pair, Full of old time, since first the rushing flood, That simple life, the quiet-whispering grove, Urg'd by Almighty Power, this favor'd isle And the still raptures of the free-born soul Turn'd flashing from the continent aside, To cates prefer, by virtue bought, not earn'd, Indented shore to shore responsive still,
Proudly prefer them to the servile pomps, Its guardian she—the goddess, whose staid eye And to the heart-embitter'd joys of slaves. Beams the dark azure of the doubtful dawn. Or should the latter, to the public scene Her tresses, like a flood of soften'd light,
Demanded, quit his sylvan friend awhile; Through clouds embrown'd, in waving circles play. Nought can his firmness shake, nothing seduce Warm on her cheek sits beauty's brightest rose : His zeal, still active for the common-weal; Of high demeanor, stately, shedding grace Nor stormy tyrants, nor corruption's tools, With every motion. Full her rising chest ; Foul ministers, dark-working by the force And new ideas, from her finish'd shape,
Of secret-sapping gold. All their vile arts,
A moment's parley were eternal shame :
From dirty levees he unstain'd ascends,
And firm in senates stands the patriot's ground, “ The native Genii, round her, radiant smil'd. Or draws new vigor in the peaceful shade. Courage, of soft deportment, aspect calm, Aloof the bashful Virtues hover'd coy, Unboasting, suffering long, and, till provok’d, Proving by sweet distrust distrusted worth. As mild and harmless as the sporting child ; Rough Labor clos'd the train ; and in his hand, But, on just reason, once his sury rous’d,
Rude, callous, sinew-swell’d, and black with toil, No lion springs more eager to his prey:
Came manly Indignation. Sour he seems, Blood is a pastime; and his heart, elate,
And more than seems, by lawful pride assail'd ;
Ev’n in the very luxury of rage,
Here pass'd in silence ; whose enraptur'd eye
Link'd to divine: who not from servile fear, She gives in public families to live,
By rites for some weak tyrant incense fit, A sight to gladden Heaven! whether she stands The god of Love adores, but from a heart Fair beckoning at the hospitable gate,
Effusing gladness, into pleasing awe And bids the stranger take repose and joy ;
That now astonish'd swells, now in a calm Whether, to solace honest labor, she
Of fearless confidence that smiles serene ; Rejoices those that make the land rejoice; That lives devotion, one continual hymn, Or whether to philosophy, and arts,
And then most grateful, when Heaven's bounty mcat (At once the basis and the finish'd pride
Is right enjoy'd. This ever-cheerful power Of government and life.) she spreads her hand ; O'er the rais'd circle ray'd superior day. Nor knows her gift profuse, nor seems to know, “I joy'd to join the Virtues whence my reign Doubling her bounty, that she gives at all. O'er Albion was to rise. Each cheering each, Justice to these her awful presence join’d,
And, like the circling planets from the Sun, The mother of the state! No low revenge. All borrowing beams from me, a heighten'd zeal No turbid passions in her breast ferment: Impatient fir'd us to commence our toils, Tender, serene, compassionate of vice,
Or pleasures rather. Long the pungent time As the last woe that can afflict mankind,
Pass'd not in mutual hails; but, through the land She punishment awards ; yet of the good Darting our light, we shone the fogs away. More piteous still, and of the suffering whole, " The Virtues conquer with a single look. Awards it firm. So fair her just decree,
Such grace, such beauty, such victorious light, That, in his judging peers, each on himself Live in their presence, stream in every glance, Pronounces his own doom. O, happy land ! That the soul won, enamour'd, and refin'd, Where reigns alone this justice of the free! Grows their own image, pure ethereal flame. 'Mid the bright group Sincerity his front,
Hence the foul demons, that oppose our reign, Diffusive, rear'd; his pure untroubled eye Would still from us deluded mortals wrap;
Or in gross shades they drown the visual ray, To stoop, retir'd ; and to their keen effort
Yielding at last, recoil'd the Roman power.
From sea to sea desponding legions rais'd
The last remains of empire,I was recall'd
Unnerv'd, exhausted, spiritless, and sunk.
The sword behind him flashd; before him roar'd, And all their works dissolve.—The whisper'd tale, Deaf 10 his woes, the deep. Forlorn, around That, like the fabling Nile, no fountain knows; He rollid his eye, not sparkling ardent flame, Fair-fac'd deceit, whose wily conscious eye As when Caractacus || to battle led Ne'er looks direct. The tongue that licks the dust, Silurian swains, and Boadiceaf taught But, when it safely dares, as prompt to sting: Her raging troops the miseries of slaves. Smooth crocodile destruction, whose fell tears
“ Then, (sad relief!) from the bleak coast that Ensnare. The Janus face of courtly pride ;
hears One to superiors heaves submissive eyes,
The German ocean roar, deep-blooming, strong, On hapless worth the other scowls disdain.
And yellow-haird, the blue-ey'd Saxon came. Cheeks that for some weak tenderness, alone, He came implor'd, but came with other aim Some virtuous slip, can wear a blush. The laugh Than to protect. For conquest and defence Profane, when midnight bowls disclose the heart, Suffices the same arm. With the fierce race At starving virtue, and at virtue's fools.
Pour'd in a fresh invigorating stream; Determin'd to be broke, the plighted faith : Blood, where unquell'd a mighty spirit glow'd. Nay more, the godless oath that knows no ties. Rash war, and perilous batile their delight; Soft-buzzing slander; silky moths, that eat
And immature, and red with glorious wounds, An honest name. The harpy hand, and maw, Unpeaceful death their choice ;** deriving thence Of avaricious Luxury ; who makes The throne his shelter, venal laws his fort, And, by his service, who betrays his king. “Now turn your view, and mark from Celtic* which ran for eighty miles quite across the country,
* The wall of Severus, built upon Adrian's rampart, night
from the mouth of the Tyne to Solway Frith. To present grandeur how my Britain rose. · Bold were those Britons, who, the careless sons
| Irruptions of the Scots and Picts. Of Nature, roam'd the forest-bounds, at once
1 The Roman empire being miserably torn by the Their verdant city, high-embowering fane,
northern nations, Britain was for ever abandoned by the And the gay circle of their woodland wars :
Romans, in the year 426 or 427. For by the Druidt taught, that death but shifts $ The Britons applying to Ætius, the Roman general, The vital scene, they that prime fear despis'd ; for assistance, thus expressed their miserable condition:
" We know not which way to turn us. The barbarians And, prone to rush on steel, disdain d to spare An ill-sav'd life that must again return.
drive us to the sea, and the sea forces us back to the bar Erect from Nature's hand, by tyrant force,
barians; between which we have only the choice of two And still more tyrant custom, unsubdued,
deaths, either to be swallowed up by the waves, or butch: Man knows no master save creating Heaven,
ered by the sword." Or such as choice or common good ordain.
| King of the Silures, famous for his great exploits, and This general sense, with which the nations I
accounted the best general Great Britain had ever pro.
duced. The Silures were esteemed the bravest and most Promiscuous fire, in Britons burn'd intense,
powerful of all the Britons: they inhabited Herefordshire, Of future times prophetic. Witness, Rome,
Radnorshire, Brecknockshire, Monmouthshire, and Gla. Who saw'st thy Cæsar, from the naked land,
morganshire. Whose only fort was British hearts, repellid, To seek Pharsalian wreaths. Witness, the toil,
Queen of the Iceni: her story is well known. The blood of ages, bootless to secure,
** It is certain, that an opinion was fixed and general Beneath an empire's ( yoke, a stubborn isle, among them (the Goths) that death was but the entrance Disputed hard, and never quite subdued.
into another life; that all men who lived lazy and inac. The North $ remain'd untouch'd, where those who live lives, and died natural deaths, by sickness or by age, scorn'd
went into vast caves under ground, all dark and miry, full of noisome creatures usual to such places, and there for ever grovelled in endless stench and misery. On the
contrary, all who gave themselves to warlike actions and * Great Britain was peopled by the Celtæ, or Gauls.
enterprises, to the conquest of their neighbors and the † The Druids, : nong the ancient Gauls and Britons, slaughter of their enemies, and died in battle, or of violent had the care and lirection of all religious matters. deaths upon bold adventures or resolutions, went imme. 1 The Roman empire.
diately to the vast hall or palace of Odin, their god of $ Caledonia, inhabited by the Scots and Picts; whither war, who eternally kept open house for all such guests, a great many Britons, who would not submit to the Ro. where they were entertained at infinite tables, in permans, retired
petual feasts and mirth, carousing in bowls made of the