CXIV.

Even as he-in vision, in the dream

Of that creation in which all, or less,

Or more, exist: that light which sheds its gleam O'er desert hearts all else companionless!

Farewell, thou ROME! where better could we bless

Thee, than where here thy Alban-Mother grey
Watches thy tomb in yon far wilderness!
Matron and son alike have passed away,

But left their fame entwined for ever-as to-day.

END OF CANTO IV.

CANTO V.

CONTENTS.

Morning over Naples-gradual effects of the growing light on the city
and the shore. Influences of the beauty of its locality on the mind. Bay
of Naples—Isle of Capri. Apostrophe to Parthenopè, still the presiding
spirit of the spot-Mal du Pays. The beauty of Nature is here seen
in its fullest development. Vesuvius: Herculaneum. The Ascent-the
desolation; the Cone, and the heights-the Record.

The river Sarno and Pompeii: first appearance-its silence. Forum-
its ruin, but beautiful situation. Temples of Venus, Jove, and Isis. The
Tragic and Comic Theatres : reflections therein-the willow. Street of
Tombs-the sepulchre; thoughts on funereal offerings. The House of
Diomed-description: the last hour recalled: the terrors and the flight.
The Priest-the Slave-and the Roman Sentinel. Retreat of the Family
of Diomed: their despair and death. Thoughts on the ruins of empires
-Conclusion.

CANTO V.

1.

It is the morn-the ever-blessed morn!

The Fountains of Existence are poured forth,

Life's renovating streams for ever borne,

Inspiring gladness to the ends of earth;
Lo-Naples, she so restless in her mirth,
Nor sees nor hears the beauty o'er her shed:
She sleeps, as sleeps an infant at its birth!
The Elements, her handmaids, softly tread,

While ministering round her wave-encircled bed.

II.

For, like a blue-eyed Spirit, the Sky above

Bends from its throne the blushing earth to meet :

And the Air sighs o'er her its breath of love;

While the deep Sea makes music at her feet,
A song for ever low, for ever sweet:

And o'er her brow are hues to Iris given,

Caught from yon Sun that steals on her retreat!

While gently still his pausing wheels are driven, Watching her sleep beneath the holy vault of heaven!

III.

The Bay's encircling arms with fond embrace

Guard her while sitting on the enchanted shore:

The Sea is mirroring her lovely face:

The Ampitheatre of Hills that soar

Behind her, looking as if tints they wore

Of heaven, mantle vines around her breast,

In Bacchanal profusion shadowing o'er!
Orange, rose, citron, by the winds caressed,

Waft fragrance, as if borne from mansions of the blest.