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Deae Aventiae Sacers
Vixi annos XX1:1.
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LXXIII. Once more upon the woody Apennine, The infant Alps, which — had I not before Gazed on their mightier parents, where the pine Sits on more shaggy summits, and where roar The thundering lauwine – might be worshipp'd
more; 39) But I have seen the soaring Jungfrau rear Her never - trodden snow, and seen the hoar
Glaciers of bleak Mont-Blanc both far and near, And in Chimari heard the thunder-hills of fear,
All, save the lone Soracte's heights display'd Not now in snow, which asks the lyric Roman's aid
Lxxv. For our remembrance, and from out the plain Heaves like a long-swept wave about to break, And on the curl hangs pausing: not in vain May he, who will, his recollections rake quote in
sic raptures, and awake The hills with Latian echoes; I abhorr'd Too much, to conquer for the poet's sake,
The drill'd dull lesson, forced down word by word) In my repugnant youth, with pleasure to record
Aught that recals the daily drug which turn'd My sickening memory; and, though Time hath
taught My mind to meditate what then it learn'd, Yet such the fix'd inveteracy wrought By the impatience of my early thought, That, with the freshness wearing out before My mind could relish what it might have sought,
If free to choose, I cannot now restore Its health; but what it then detested, still abhor.
Whose agonies are evils of a day
“ here was, or is,» where all is doubly
LXXXI. The double night of ages, and of her, Night's daughter, Ignorance, hath wrapt and wrap All round us, we but feel our way to err: The ocean hath his chart, the stars their map, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap; But Rome is as the desert, where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections; now we clap Our hands, and cry “Eureka!» it is clear When but some false mirage of ruin rises near.
LXXXII. Alas! the lofty city! and alas! The trebly hundred triumphs! 42) and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page! - but these shall be Her resurrection; all beside - decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free!
LXXXIII. Oh thou, whose chariot rollid on Fortune's wheel,45) Triumphant Sylla! Thou, who didst subdue Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel The wrath of thy own wrongs, or reap the due Of hoarded vengeance till thine eagles flew O'er prostrate Asia; thou, who with thy frown Annihilated senates Roman, too, 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 To what would one day dwindle that which made Thee more than mortal? and that so supine By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid? She who was named Eternal, and array'd 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