XXVIII. A single star is at her side, and reigns Which streams upon her stream, and glass'd within it glows, XXIX. Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar ; And now they change; a paler shadow strews The last still loveliest, till 'tis gone--and all is gray. XXX. There is a tomb in Arqua ;-rear'd in air, XXXI. They keep his dust in Arqua, where he died; (3) A feeling more accordant with his strain Than if a pyramid form'd his monumental fane. (1) The above description may seem fantastical or exaggerated to those who have never seen an Oriental or an Italian sky, yet it is but a literal and hardly sufficient delineation of an August evening (the eighteenth) as contemplated in one of many rides along the banks of the Brenta near La Mira. (2, 3) Suo" Historical Notes," Nos. VIII. and IX. XXXII. And the soft quiet hamlet where he dwelt And sought a refuge from their hopes decay'd XXXIII. Developing the mountains, leaves, and flowers, If from society we learn to live, 'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; No hollow aid; alone vanity can give man with his God must strive : XXXIV. Or, it may be, with demons, who impair (') The strength of better thoughts, and seek their prey Of moody texture from their earliest day, Ferrara! in thy wide and grass-grown streets, The wreath which Dante's brow alone had worn before. (1) The struggle is to the full as likely to be with demons as with our better thoughts. Satan chose the wilderness for the temptation of our Saviour. And our unsullied John Locke preferred the presence of a child to complete solitude. XXXVI. And Tasso is their glory and their shame. The insulted mind he sought to quench, and blend Where he had plunged it. Glory without end XXXVII. The tears and praises of all time; while thine Thou formest in his fortunes bids us think Scarce fit to be the slave of him thou mad'st to mourn: XXXVIII. Thou! form'd to eat, and be despised, and die, XXXIX. Peace to Torquato's injured shade! 'twas his And not the whole combined and countless throng Compose a mind like thine? though all in one Condensed their scatter'd rays, they would not form a sun. (1) See" Historical Notes," at the end of this canto, No. X. XI.. Great as thou art, yet parallel'd by those, The southern Scott, the minstrel who call'd forth And, like the Ariosto of the North, Sang ladye-love and war, romance and knightly worth. XLI. The lightning rent from Ariosto's bust (') For the true laurel-wreath which Glory weaves (2) And the false semblance but disgraced his brow; Know, that the lightning sanctifies below (") Whate'er it strikes; yon head is doubly sacred now. XLII. Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast (*) The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, XLIII. Then might'st thou more appal; or, less desired, For thy destructive charms; then, still untired, Quaff blood and water; nor the stranger's sword Victor or vanquish'd, thou the slave of friend or foe. (1, 2, 3) Sce" Historical Notes," at the end of this canto, Nos. XI. XII. XIII. (4) The two stanzas, XLII. XLIII., are, with the exception of a line or twc, a translation of the famous sonnet of Filicaja : "Italia, Italia, O'tu cui feo la sorte!" XLIV. Wandering in youth, I traced the path of him, (1) And Corinth on the left; I lay reclined In ruin, even as he had seen the desolate sight; XLV. For Time hath not rebuilt them, but uprear'd Which only make more mourn'd and more endear'd' The moral lesson bears, drawn from such pilgrimage. XLVI. That page is now before me, and on mine Of then destruction is; and now, alas! Rome Rome imperial, bows her to the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form, (3). Wrecks of another world, whose ashes still are warm. (1) The celebrated letter of Servius Sulpicius to Cicero on the death of his daughter, describes as it then was, and now is, a path which I often traced in Greece, both by sea and land, in different journeys and voyages. "On ny return from Asia, as I was sailing from Ægina towards Megara, I began to contemplate the prospect of the countries around me: gina was behind, Megara before me; Piræus on the right, Corinth on the left; all which towns, once famous and flourshing, now lie overturned and buried in their ruins. Upon this sight, I could not but think presently within myself, Alas! how do we poor mortals fret and vex ourselves if any of our friends happen to die or be killed, whose life is yet so short, when the carcasses of so many noble cities lie here exposed before me in one view."Dr. Middleton-History of the Life of M. Tullius Cicero, sect. vii. p. 371. vol. ii. (2) It is Poggio, who, looking from the Capitoline hill upon ruined Rome, breaks forth into the exclamation, " Ut nunc omni decore nudata, prostrata jacet, instar gigantei cadavoris corrupti atque undique excsi.-De fortune varietate urbis Rome, et de ruinis ejusdem descriptio, ap. Sallengre, Thesaur. tom. i. p. 501. |