FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   >>  
y scroll of our millennial wrongs Waves, and the echo of our groans is driven Athwart the sound of archangelic songs, And Italy, the martyred nation's gore, Will not in vain arise to where belongs[ce] Omnipotence and Mercy evermore: Like to a harpstring stricken by the wind, The sound of her lament shall, rising o'er The Seraph voices, touch the Almighty Mind. Meantime I, humblest of thy sons, and of 20 Earth's dust by immortality refined To Sense and Suffering, though the vain may scoff, And tyrants threat, and meeker victims bow Before the storm because its breath is rough, To thee, my Country! whom before, as now, I loved and love, devote the mournful lyre And melancholy gift high Powers allow To read the future: and if now my fire Is not as once it shone o'er thee, forgive! I but foretell thy fortunes--then expire; 30 Think not that I would look on them and live. A Spirit forces me to see and speak, And for my guerdon grants _not_ to survive; My Heart shall be poured over thee and break: Yet for a moment, ere I must resume Thy sable web of Sorrow, let me take Over the gleams that flash athwart thy gloom A softer glimpse; some stars shine through thy night, And many meteors, and above thy tomb Leans sculptured Beauty, which Death cannot blight: 40 And from thine ashes boundless Spirits rise To give thee honour, and the earth delight; Thy soil shall still be pregnant with the wise, The gay, the learned, the generous, and the brave, Native to thee as Summer to thy skies, Conquerors on foreign shores, and the far wave,[301] Discoverers of new worlds, which take their name;[302] For _thee_ alone they have no arm to save, And all thy recompense is in their fame, A noble one to them, but not to thee-- 50 Shall they be glorious, and thou still the same? Oh! more than these illustrious far shall be The Being--and even yet he may be born-- The mortal Saviour who shall set thee free, And see thy diadem, so changed and worn By fresh barbarians, on thy brow replaced; And the sweet Sun replenishing thy morn, Thy moral morn, too long with clouds defaced, And noxious vapours from
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   >>  



Top keywords:

boundless

 

Spirits

 

replenishing

 

blight

 

learned

 

delight

 
replaced
 
honour
 

pregnant

 

glimpse


softer

 

noxious

 

gleams

 

vapours

 

athwart

 

clouds

 

Beauty

 

generous

 

defaced

 
sculptured

meteors

 

Summer

 

diadem

 

glorious

 

changed

 

Saviour

 

illustrious

 

recompense

 
barbarians
 

shores


foreign

 

Native

 

mortal

 

Conquerors

 

Discoverers

 
worlds
 

guerdon

 

Meantime

 

humblest

 

Almighty


lament

 
rising
 

Seraph

 

voices

 

meeker

 

threat

 
victims
 

Before

 

tyrants

 
refined