CANTO III. But still their flame was fierceness, and drew on I.. But Thou, exulting and abounding river! then to see 118 Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to me, - that it should Lethe be. Even now what wants thy stream? LI. A thousand battles have assail'd thy banks, LII. Thus Harold inly said, and pass'd along, Awoke the jocund birds to early song In glens which might have made even exile dear: Joy was not always absent from his face, But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient trace. LIII. Nor was all love shut from him, though his days Of passion had consumed themselves to dust. It is in vain that we would coldly gaze VOL. III.-I Hath wean'd it from all worldlings: thus he felt, For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust In one fond breast, to which his own would melt, And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt. LIV. I know not why, And he had learn'd to love, Small power the nipp'd affections have to grow, LV. And there was one soft breast, as hath been said, Than the church links withal; and, though unwed, Had stood the test of mortal enmities Still undivided, and cemented more By peril, dreaded most in female eyes; But this was firm, and from a foreign shore Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour 1. The castled crag of Drachenfels (') (1) The castle of Drachenfels stands on the highest summit of "the Seve Mountains," over the Rhine banks: it is in ruins, and connected with some singu ar traditions: it is the first in view on the road from Bonn, but on the opposite side of the river; on this bank, nearly facing it, are the remains of another, called the Jew's castle, and a large cross commemorative of the murder of a chief by his brother; the number of castles and cities along the course of the Rhine on both sides is every great, and their situations remarkably beautiful. 2. And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers; 3 I send the lilies given to me; Though long before thy hand they touch, 4. The river nobly foams and flows, Could thy dear eyes in following mine LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, Lamenting and yet envying such a doom, Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume. LVII. Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career, LVIII. Here Ehrenbreitstein, (2) with her shatter'd wall On which the iron shower for years had pour'd in vain. (1) The monument of the young and lamented General Marceau (killed by a rifle-ball at Alterkirchen, on the last day of the fourth year of the French republic) still remains as described. The inscriptions on his monument are rather too long, and not required: his namo was enough; France adored, and her enemies admired; both wept over him.-His funeral was attended by the generals and detachments from both armies. In the same grave General Hoche is interred, a gallant man in every sense of the word; but though he distinguished himself greatly in battle, he had not gained the good for tune to die there: his death was attended by suspicions of poison. A separate monument (not over his body, which is buried by Marceau's) is raised for him near Andernach, opposite to which one of his most memorable exploits was performed, in throwing a bridge to an island on the Rhine. The shape and style are different from that of Marceau's, and the inscription more simple and pleasing. "The Army of the Sambre and Meuse "to its Commander-in-chief This is all as it should be. Hoche was esteemed among the first of France's earlier generals before Buonaparte monopolized her triumphs. He was the destined commander of the invading army of Ireland. (2) Ehrenbreitstein, i. c. " the broad stone of Honour," one of the strongest fortresses in Europe, was dismantled and blown up by the French at the truce of Leoben.It had been and could only be, reduced by famine or treachery. It yielded to the former, aided by surprise. After having seen the fortifications of Gibraltar and Malta, it did not much strike by comparison, but the situation is commanding. General Marceau besieged it in vain for some time, and I slept in a room where I was shown a window at which he is said to have been standing observing the progress of the siege by moonlight, when a ball struck immediately below it. LIX. Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted LX. Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu ! There can be no farewell to scene like thine; Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine! The brilliant, fair, and soft, the glories of old days, LXI. The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom A race of faces happy as the scene Whose fertile bounties here extend to all, Still springing o'er thy banks, though Empires near them fall. LXII. But these recede. Above me are the Alps, Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below. |