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Even with thy labour'd Pomp, for whose vain show Deluded thousands starve; all age-begrim'd, Torn, robb’d and scatter'd in unnumber'd facks, 330 And by the tempest of two thousand years Continual shaken, let my Ruins vie. These roads that yet the Roman hand affert, Beyond the weak repair of modern toil; These fractur'd arches, that the chiding stream 235 No more delighted hear; these rich remains Of marbles now unknown, where shines imbib'd Each parent ray; these mally columns, hew'd From Afric's farthest shore; one granite all, These obelisks high-towering to the sky, - 240 Mysterious mark'd with dark Egyptian lore; These endless wonders that this + Sacred Way Illumine still, and consecrate to fame; These fountains, vases, urns, and statues, charg'a With the fine stores of art-compleating Greece. 245 Mine is, besides, thy every later boasti: Thy * BUONAROTIS, thy PALLADIOs mine ; And mine the fair designs, which RAPHAEL's fout O'er the live canvas, emanating, breath'd
What would you say, ye conquerors of earth! 250 Ye Romans! could you raise the laureld head; Could you the country fee, by seas of blood, And the dread toil: of ages, won so dear; Your pride, your triumph, your fupreme delight! For whose defence oft, in the doubtful hour, : 235 You rulh'd with rapture down the gulph of fate, Of death anıbitious !: till by awful deeds,
+ Via facra. M. ANGELO BUONAROTI, PALLADIO, and RaTHAEL D'URBINO; the three great modern masters in Sculp ture; architectures and painting)
Virtues, and courage, that amaze mankind,
of nations rose ; poffest of all
your Ungrac'd your lakes ; your ports to fhips unknown; Your lawless floods, and your abandon'd streams: 266 These could you know these could you love again? Thy Tibur, HORACE, could it now. inspire, Content, poetic ease, and rural joy, Soon bursting into fong: while thro' the groves 270 Of headlong Anio, dalhing to the vale, In many a tortur’d Atream, you mus'd along? * Yon wild retreat, where superstition dreams, Could, TULLY, you your Tusculum believe? And could you deem yon naked hills, that form, 275 Fam'd in old song, the flip-forsaken + bay, Your Formian shore? Once the delight of earth, Where art and nature, ever-smiling, join'd On the gay land to lavish all their stores, How chang'd, how vacant, VIRGIL, wide around, 280 Would now your Naples seem ? Disaster'd less By black Vesuviues thundering o'er the coast, His midnight earthquakes, and his mining fires, Than by despotic rage $ : that inward gnaws, A native foe; a foreign, tears without. 285
Tufculum is reckoned to have stood at a place now called Grotta Ferrata, a convent of monks.
+ The bay of Mola (anciently Formiae) into which HOMEX brings ULYSSES,and his companions. Near 'Formiae Cicero had a villa. $ Naples, then under the Austrian government.
First from your flatter'd CAESARS this began :
300 An almost total desolation sits, A dreary stillness, faddening o'er the coast; * Where, when foft funs and tepid winters rose, Rejoicing crouds inbal'd the balm of peace; Where city'd hill to hill-reflected blaze ;
305 And where, with Ceres, Bacchus wont to hold A genial strife. Her youthful form, robuft, Even nature yields; by fire, and earthquake rent : Whole ftately cities in the dark abrupt Swallow'd at once, or vile in' rubbish laid,
310 A nest for ferpents; from the red abyss New hills, explosive, thrown ; the Lucrine-lake
|| Campagna felice, adjoining to Capua.
$ The coast of Baiae ; which was formerly adorned with the works mentioned in the fallowing lines ; and where, a: midst many magnificent ruias, those of a temple erccted to Venus are fill to be feen.
All along this coast, the ancient Romans had their tvigtet Tetreats; and several populous cỉties ftooda
A reedy pool; and all to Guma's point,
320 The dread of tyrants! burns in every
breast; Learn hence, if such the miferable fate Ofan heroic race, the masters once Of human kind; what, when depriv'd of M£, How grievous must be thine! In spite of climes, 325 Whose lan-enliven'd aether wakes the soul To higher powers ; in spite of happy foils, That, but by labour's slightest aid impell’d, With treasures teem to thy cold clime unknowns If there desponding fail the common arts, 330 And sustenance of life: could life itself, Far less a thoughnless tyrant's hollow pomp, Sublist with thee! Against depressing skies, Join’d to full-fpread Oppression's cloudy brow, How could thy spirits hold? where vigour find, 335 Forc'd fruits to tear from their unnative foil Or, storing every harvest in thy ports, To plow the dreadful all-producing wave ?
Here paus'd the GODDESS. By the pause assur'd, In treinbling accents thus I mov'd my prayer. 340 ** Oh firft, and most benevolent of powers ! *** Come from eternal fplendors, here on earth, * Against despótic pride, and rage, and luft, « To Thield mankind ; to raise them to assert « The native rights and honour of their race : 345 * Teach me thy lowest subject, but in zeal
“ Yielding to none, the PROGRESS OF THY REIGN, « And with a strain from Thee enrich the Muse. "As Thee alone she serves, her patron, Thov, “ And great inspirer be! then will the joy,
350 “ Tho' narrow life her lot, and private shade : “ And when her venal voice she barters vile, “ Or to thy open or thy secret foes ; “ May ne'er those facred raptures touch her more, “ By Navith hearts unfelt ! and may her song, 35:5 “ Sink in oblivion with the nameless crew! “ Vermin of state.! to thy o'erfowing light “ That owe their being, yet betray thy cause."
Then, condescending kind, the HeavenLY POWER Return'd.--" What here, suggested by the scene, 360 “ I fight unfold, record, and fing at home, « In that blest ifle, where (fo we fpirits move) “ With one quick effort of my will I am. “There TRUTH, unlicens'd, walks; and dares accof “ Even kings themselves, the monarchs of the Free! « Fix'd on my rock, there, an indulgent ráce,
366 “ O'er BRITONS wield the sceptre of their choice: “ And there, to finila what his fires began, “ A PRINCE behold! for Me who burns sincere, “ Even with a subject's zeal. He'my great work 3.70 “ Will parent-like sustain ; and added give “ The touch, the Graces and the Muses owe. “ For BRITAIN's glory swells his panting breast;
And ancient arts he emulous revolves : “ His pride to let the smiling heart abroad ; 375 " Thro'clouds of pomp, that but conceal the man; “ To please his pleasure; bounty his delight; " And all the soul of Titus dwells in him."
Hail, glorious theme ! But how, alas ! fhall verse From the crude stores of mortal language drawn, 380