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Fann'd by kind zephyks, ever kiss the shore
And suns unclouded shine, thro' purest air: 60
Or in the spacious neighbourhood of Rome ;
Far-shining upward to the Sabine hills,
To Anio's roar, and Tibur's olive shade;
To where Preneste lifts her airy brow;
Or downward spreading to the funny fhore,
Where Alba breathes the freshness of the main.

See distant mountains leave their valleys dry,
And o'er the proud Arcade their tribute pour,
To lave Imperial Rome. For ages laid,
Deep, mafly, firm, diverging every way,

With tombs of heroes facred, fee her roads:
By various nations trod, and fuppliant kings;
With legions flaming, or with triumph gay.

Full in the centre of these wondrous works, The pride of earth! Rome in her glory fee! Behold her denigods, in senate met ; Althead to counsel, and all heart to act; The commonweal inspiring every tongue With fervent eloquence; unbrib’d, and bold; Ere tame Corruption taught the servile herd 80 To rank obedient to a master's voice. Her Forum see, warm, popular, and loud, In trembling wonder buth'd, when the two * SIRES, As they the private father greatly quell'd, Stood


the public fathers of the state.
See Justice judging there, in human shape.
Hark! how with Freedoni's voice it thunders high,
Or in soft murmurs sinks to TULLY's tongue.

Her Tribes, her Census, see; ber generous troops, á Whose pay was glory, and their best reward

90 Free for their country and for Me to die; * L. JUNIUS BRUT U s. and VIRGINIUS:



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Ere mercenary murder grew a trade.
Mark, as the purple triumph waves along,
The highest pomp and lowest fall of life.

Her festive games, the school of heroes, fee; 95
Her Circus, ardent with contending youth;
Her streets, her temples, palaces, and baths,
Full of fair forms, of Beauty's eldest born,
And of a people cast in Virtue's mold.
While sculpture lives around, and Afian hills,
Lend their best stores to heave the pillar'd-dome :
All that to Roman strength the softer touch
Of Grecian art can join. But language fails
To paint this Sun, this center of mankind;
Where every virtue, glory, treasure, art,

105 Attracted strong, in heightened lustre met.

Need I the contrast mark! unjoyous view!
A land in all, in government, and arts,
In virtue, genius, earth and heaven, reversa.
Who but these far-fam'd ruins to behold,
Proofs of a people, whose heroic aims
Soar'd far above the little selfish sphere
Of doubting modern life; who but inflam'd
With classic zeal, these confecrated scenes
Of men and deeds to trace ; unhappy land, 115
Would trace thy wilds, and cities loose of sway ;

Are these the vales, that, once, exulting states
In their warm bosom fed? The mountains these,
On whose high-blooming sides my fons, of old,
I bred to glory! These dejected towns,

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Where, mean, and fordid, life can scarce fubfift,
The scenes of antient opulence, and pomp?

Come ! by whatever sacred: name disguis'd, OPPRESSION, coine ! and in thy works rejoice! See Nature's richest plains to putrid fens

125 Turn'd


Turn'd by thy fury. From their chearful bounds
See raz'd th' enlivening village, farm, and feat.
Firft, rural toil, by thy rapacious hand
Robb'd of his poor reward, resign'd the plough ;
And now he dares not turn the noxious glebe. 130.-
Pis thine entire. - The lonely fwain hinself,.
Who loves at large along the grassy downs-
His flocks to pasture, thy drear champian flies.
Far as the fickening eye can sweep around,
'Tis all one desart, defolate, and grey.;.

Graz'd by the sullen bufalo alone ;
And where the rank uncultivated growth.
Of rotting ages taints the passing gale.
Beneath the baleful blast the city pines,
Or links infeebled, or infected burns.

140 Beneath it mourns the solitary road, Roll'd in rude mazes o'er th' abandon'd waste; While antient ways, ingulph'd, are seen no more.

Such thy dire plains, thou self-destroyer! Foe", To human-kind!: Thy mountains too, profuse, 1457 Where favage: Nature blooms, seem their sad plaint To raise against thy defolating rod. There on the breezy brow, where thriving states, And famous cities, once, to the pleas'd fun. Far other scenes of rising culture spread,

ISO Pale shine thy ragged towns. Neglected round, Each harvest pines ; the livid, lean produce Of heartless labour :- while thy hated joys, Not proper pleasure, lift the lazy hand. Better to sink in sloth the woes of life,

159 Than wake their rage with unavailing toil. Hence drooping Art almost to Nature-leaves The rude unguided year. Thin wave the gifts Of yellow Ceres, thin the radiant blush


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Of orchard reddens in the warmest ray. - 160
To weedy wildness run, do rural wealth
(Such as Dictators fed) the garden pours.
Crude the wild olive flows, and foul the vine ;
Nor juice Coecubian, nor Falernian, more,
Streams life and joy, save in the Muse's bowl. 165
Unseconded by art, the spinning race
Draw the bright thread in vain, and idly toil.
la vain, forlorn in wilds, the-citron blows; .
And flowering plants perfume the delart gale.
Thro' the vile thorn the tender myrile.twines. 170.
Inglorious droops the.laurel, dead to song,
And long a stranger to the hero's brow.

Nor half thy triumph this: cast, from bruto fields,
Into the haunts of men thy ruthless eye.
There buxorn Plenty never turns her horn; -- 173
The grace and virtue of exterior life,
No clean Convenience. reigns; even fleep itself,
Least delicate of powers, reluctant, there,
Lays on the bed impure his heavy head.
Thy horrid walk! dead, empty, unadorn'd; 180
See streets whose echoes never know the voice
Of chearful hurry, commerce many tongue'd, .
And art inechanic at his various tally
Fervent, employ'd. Mark the desponding race,
Of occupation void, as void of hope ;

183 Hope, the glad ray, glanc'd from ETERNAL GOOD, That life enlivens, and exalts its powers, With views of fortune-madness all to them! By thee relentless feiz'd their better joys, To the soft aid of cordial airs they fly,

190 Breathing a kind oblivion o'er their woes, And love and music melt their souls away. From feeble Justice fee how rafh Revenge,


Trembling, the balance snatches; and the sword,
Fearful himself, to venal ruffians gives.

195 See where God's altar, nursing murder, stands, With the red touch of dark assassins stain'd.

But chief let Rome, the mighty city! speak. The full-exerted genius of thy reign. Behold her rise amid the lifeless waste, i 200 Expiring nature all corrupted round; While the lone Tyber, thro': the defart plain,.. Winds his waste ftores, and lullen (weeps along. Patch'd from my fragments, in unfolid pomp, Mark how the temple glares; and, artful drest, 205 Amusive, draws the superstitious train. Mark how the palace lifts a lying front, Concealing often, in magnific jail, Proud want ; a deep upanimated gloom ! And oft adjoining to the drear abode

210 Of misery, whose melancholy walls Seem its voracious grandeur to reproach. Within the city bounds, the defart sees See the rank yine o'er subterranean roofs, Indecent, spread; beneath whose fretted gold 215, It once, exulting, dow'd. The people mark, Matchless, while fir’d by me; to public good Inexorably firm, just, generous, brave, Afraid of nothing but unworthy life, Elate with glory, an heroic soul

220 Known to the vulgar breaft: behold them now. A thin despairing number, all-fubdu'd, The flaves of laves, by fuperftition fool's, By vice unman'd, and a licentious rule, In guile ingenious, and in murder brave.

225; Such in one land, beneath the same fair clime, Hi Thy fons, OPPRESSION, are; and.fuch were MINE..

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