XVI. When Athens' armies fell at Syracuse, Starts from its belt - he rends his captive's chains, And bids him thank the bard for freedom and his strains. XVII. Thus, Venice, if no stronger claim were thine, Thy choral memory of the Bard divine, Thy love of Tasso, should have cut the knot Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall. XVIII. 95 100 105 I loved her from my boyhood—she to me Of joy the sojourn, and of wealth the mart; And Otway, Radcliffe, Schiller, Shakespeare's arî, 115 Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show. [CASCATA DEL MARMORE.] CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO IV. LXIX THE roar of waters! from the headlong height The fall of waters! rapid as the light The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, LXX. 5 And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again IO With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald: - how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent, With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent LXXI. To the broad column which rolls on, and shows With many windings through the vale: Look back! As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread, a matchless cataract, 15 20 25 LXXII. Horribly beautiful! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, 30 Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, when all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn: Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, 35 Love watching Madness with unalterable mien. [THE COLISEUM.] CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO IV. CXL. I SEE before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand - his manly brow Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. CXLI. his eyes He heard it, but he heeded not All this rush'd with his blood Shall he expire, 5 ΙΟ 15 CXLII. But here, where murder breathed her bloody steam; My voice sounds much—and fall the stars' faint rays 20 25 CXLIII. A ruin-yet what ruin! from its mass And marvel where the spoil could have appear'd. 30 When the colossal fabric's form is near'd; It will not bear the brightness of the day, 35 Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away. CXLIV. But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time, And the low night-breeze waves along the air 40 The garland-forest, which the gray walls wear, Like laurels on the bald first Cæsar's head; When the light shines serene but doth not glare, Heroes have trod this spot 'tis on their dust ye tread. 45 CXLV. "While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; 50 And when Rome falls - the World." From our own land Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall In Saxon times, which we are wont to call Ancient; and these three mortal things are still On their foundations, and unalter'd all; Rome and her Ruin past Redemption's skill, The World, the same wide den - of thieves, or what ye will. [THE COLISEUM BY MOONLIGHT.] MANFRED, ACT III., SCENE 4. THE stars are forth, the moon above the tops I linger yet with Nature, for the night I learn'd the language of another world. upon such a night I stood within the Coliseum's wall, Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach 5 IO 15 20 |