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THEY—who have seen the noble Roman's scorn At Rome
LONG has the dew been dried on tree and lawn: Near Rome, O'er man and beast a not unwelcome boon in sight of
-Heard in that hour, or when, as now, the nerve
At Albano Days passed—and Monte Calvo would not clear
His head from mist; and, as the wind sobbed
I smiled to hear,
lack The heavenly sanction needed to ensure Fulfilment; but, we trust, her upward track Stops not at this low point, nor wants the lure Of Aowers the Virgin without fear may own, For by her Son's blest hand the seed was sown.
Near Anio's Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove
'Mid new-born blossoms that softairs were wooing,
Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs, From the
aid from the Most High, On the third stage of thy great destiny.
wa WHEN here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, Near the An earthquake, mingling with the battle’s shock, Lake of
Thrasymene Checked not its rage; unfelt the ground did rock, Sword dropped not, javelin kept its deadly aim. Now all is sun-bright peace. Of that day's shame, Or glory, not a vestige seems to endure, Save in this Rill that took from blood the name Which yet it bears, sweet Stream! as crystal pure. So may all trace and sign of deeds aloof From the true guidance of humanity, Thro' Time and Nature's influence, purify Their spirit; or, unless they for reproof Or warning serve, thus let them all, on ground That gave them being, vanish to a sound.
Near the For action born, existing to be tried, same Lake Powers manifold we have that intervene
To stir the heart that would too closely screen
thine, Ovanquished Chief! whose corse, Unburied, lay hid under heaps of
At the Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft,
Nor grieve the less that skill to him was left
dream must cease
The world forsaken, all its busy cares
Continued And stirring interests shunned with desperate flight, All trust abandoned in the healing might Of virtuous action ; all that courage dares, Labour accomplishes, or patience bearsThose helps rejected, they, whose minds perceive How subtly works man's weakness, sighsmay heave For such a One beset with cloistral snares. Father of Mercy! rectify his view, If with his vows this object ill agree; Shed over it thy grace, and thus subdue Imperious passion in a heart set free :That earthly love may to herself be true, Give him a soul that cleaveth unto thee.
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size At the Enormous, dragged, while side by side they sate, Eremite or By panting steers up to this convent gate ?
Upper How, with empurpled cheeks and pampered eyes, Camaldoli
Convent of Dare they confront the lean austerities Of Brethren who, here fixed, on Jesu wait In sackcloth, and God's anger deprecate Through all that humbles flesh and mortifies ? Strange contrast !-verily the world of dreams, Where mingle, as for mockery combined, Things in their very essences at strife, Shows not a sight incongruous as the extremes That everywhere, before the thoughtful mind, Meet on the solid ground of waking life.