To night on Berwyn's mountains brown; Through ivied arch and columns riven Where eternal Rome remains, The high one that for ever reigns- -The scenes that were!-They do not cease, The Apian hills are there the same That there were when th' Egyptian came, For ever with the Cyclades. Scamander through the Trojan plain (30) Esch. 'IKεT. 117; Dind. Ox. 1832. Where lies Achilles31 I may lie; 31 And there where Byron stood may I. That Palestine, that land of God— When I from Peor32 my eyes have rais'd32, 33 From Nebo all the land o'ergaz'd, When I have stood on Zion's height, 34 From Gibeon watch'd away the light", 35 At Endor with the night have been*, From Gilboa days departed seen, On Lebanon have known to be, 36 From Carmel look'd upon the sea, By Jordan's stream have sought my way, (31) "There on the green and village-spotted hill is (Flank'd by the Hellespont and by the sea) Entomb'd the bravest of the brave, Achilles: They say so (Bryant says the contrary):" "I've stood upon Achilles' tomb." Byron. (32) Numb. xxiv, 2. (33) Deut. xxxiv, 1. (34) Josh. x, 12. (35) 1 Sam. xxviii, 8, 25. (36) 1 Kings, xviii, 42, 3. (37) Matth. xxvi, 20, 30. Mark, xiv, 17, 26. Luke, xxi, 37; xxii, 14, 39. John, xiii, 2; xiv, 31. Alone upon Mount Olivet, And Calvary when I have known— I thought to find my far delight On each sweet summer-day, like this; All to sum myself within, All the summer-day to win; As though I linger on the last", (38) Matth. xxvi, 20, 36. Mark, xiv, 17, 32. Luke, xxii, 14, 40. John, xiii, 2; xviii, 1. (39) "Ego sic semper et ubique vixi, ut ultimam quamque lucem, tamquam non redituram, consumerem." Petronius, xcix; Burm. Utr. 1709. And see the note, p. 466; and the comment of De Salas, vol. II, p. 157. Before they all indeed be past Which I watch go down to dwell As I pace the headland field, -The sword!—my father's-: I their son The keen bright blade! where when I gaze I see, I see the other days. A thousand thoughts of fire are o'er me. Napoleon's glory burns before me. -The war-cry comes !-long, loud and high The bugle-blast, the battle cry! -The vanguard moves in deep array! --To-day will be a deadly day! -The war-steed stands, and tears the ground! -The war-cry comes !-he hears the sound! -To day will be a deadly day! -The spur!-the sabre !-and away Those are visions. What would be That which were most the life for me Too fleet and fierce and proud for truth. Alt amplitude, all leisure, long Days, and deep nights the dead among, For science such as I would see; For all the mind that all would be In deep and high Reality. The thing of thought, the stirring mind That in this living soul I find Much must I study, much must see, To know it what it most may be ; If thus, even thus, it be, and well With me and with the world must dwell Though such a world of men there be, |