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I STOOD within the city disinterred t;

And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals

Thrill through those roofless halls ; The oracular thunder penetrating shook

The listening soul in my suspended blood;
I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spoke-
I felt, but heard not :—through white columns glowed

The isle-sustaining Ocean flood,
A plane of light between two heavens of azure :

Around me gleamed many a bright sepulchre
Of whose pure beauty, Time, as if his pleasure
Were to spare Death, had never made erasure ;

But every living lineament was clear

As in the sculptor's thought; and there
The wreaths of stony myrtle, ivy and pine,

Like winter leaves o'ergrown by moulded snow,
Seemed only not to move and grow

Because the crystal silence of the air
Weighed on their life; even as the Power divine,
Which then lulled all things, brooded upon mine.

* The Author has connected many recollections of his visit to Pompeii and Baiæ with the enthusiasm excited by the intelligence of the proclamation of a Constitutional Government at Naples. This has given a tinge of picturesque and descriptive imagery to the introductory Epodes, which depicture the scenes and some of the majestic feelings permanently connected with the scene of this animating event.--Author's Note.

† Pompeii.

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Then gentle winds arose,

With many a mingled close
Of wild Æolian sound and mountain odour keen ;

And where the Baian ocean

Welters with air-like motion,
Within, above, around its bowers of starry green,

Moving the sea-flowers in those purple caves,
Even as the ever stormless atmosphere

Floats o'er the Elysian realm,
It bore me; (like an Angel, o'er the waves
Of sunlight, whose swift pinnace of dewy air

No storm can overwhelm ;)
I sailed where ever flows
Under the calm Serene
A spirit of deep emotion,
From the unknown graves

Of the dead kings of Melody *.
Shadowy Aornos darkened o'er the helm
The horizontal æther; heaven stript bare
Its depths over Elysium, where the prow
Made the invisible water white as snow;
From that Typhæan mount, Inarimé,
There streamed a sunlit vapour, like the standard

Of some ethereal host;

Whilst from all the coast,
Louder and louder, gathering round, there wandered
Over the oracular woods and divine sea
Prophesyings which grew articulate-
They seize me~ I must speak them ;—be they fate !

NAPLES ! thou Heart of men, which ever pantest

Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven!

* Homer and Virgil.

Elysian City, which to calm enchantest

The mutinous air and sea! they round thee, even
As sleep round Love, are driven !
Metropolis of a ruined Paradise

Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained !
Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice,
Which armed Victory offers up

To Love, the flower-enchained !
Thou which wert once, and then didst cease to be,
Now art, and henceforth ever shall be, free,
If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can avail.

Hail, hail, all hail !

Thou youngest giant birth,

Which from the groaning earth
Leapst, clothed in armour of impenetrable scale !

Last of the Intercessors

Who 'gainst the Crowned Transgressors Pleadest before God's love! Arrayed in Wisdom's mail,

Wave thy lightning lance in mirth ;

Nor let thy high heart fail, Though from their hundred gates the leagued Oppressors, With hurried legions move! Hail, hail, all hail !


What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blaspheme

Freedom and thee? thy shield is as a mirror
To make their blind slaves see, and with fierce gleam
To turn his hungry sword upon

the wearer ; A new Actaon's error Shall theirs have been—devoured by their own hounds!

Be thou like the imperial Basilisk, Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds!

Gaze on oppression, till, at that dread risk
Aghast, she


from the Earth's disk; Fear not, but gaze—for freemen mightier grow, And slaves more feeble, gazing on their foe.

If Hope, and Truth, and Justice may avail,
Thou shalt be great.-All hail !

From Freedom's form divine,

From Nature's inmost shrine,
Strip every impious gawd, rend Error veil by veil :

O'er Ruin desolate,

O’er Falsehood's fallen state, Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Destroyer pale!

And equal laws be thine,

And winged words let sail, Freighted with truth even from the throne of God : That wealth, surviving fate, be thine.-All hail !

Didst thou not start to hear Spain's thrilling pæan

From land to land re-echoed solemnly,
Till silence became music? From the Ææan *

To the cold Alps, eternal Italy

Starts to hear thine! The Sea
Which paves the desert streets of Venice, laughs

In light and music; widowed Genoa wan,
By moonlight spells ancestral epitaphs,
Murmuring, where is Doria ? fair Milan,

Within whose veins long ran
The viper's + palsying venom, lifts her heel
To bruise his head. The signal and the seal

(If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can avail)
Art thou of all these hopes.-0 hail !

* Ææa, the Island of Circe. | The viper was the armorial device of the Visconti, tyrants of Milan.

Florence! beneath the sun,

Of cities fairest one,
Blushes within her bower for Freedom's expectation :

From eyes of quenchless hope

Rome tears the priestly cope,
As ruling once by power, so now by admiration,

An athlete stript to run

From a remoter station
For the high prize lost on Philippi's shore:

As then Hope, Truth, and Justice did avail,
So now may Fraud and Wrong! O hail !

Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms

Arrayed against the ever-living Gods?
The crash and darkness of a thousand storms
Bursting their inaccessible abodes


and thunder-clouds ?
the banners blazoned to the day,
Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride ?
Dissonant threats kill Silence far away,
The Serene Heaven which wraps our Eden wide

With iron light is dyed,
The Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions

Like Chaos o'er creation, uncreating;
An hundred tribes nourished on strange religions
And lawless slaveries,—down the aerial regions

Of the white Alps, desolating,

Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, Trampling our columned cities into dust,

Their dull and savage lust On Beauty's corse to sickness satiatingThey come! The fields they tread look black and hoary With fire—from their red feet the streams run gory !

See ye

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