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Palatinus, a hill in
But he saw on Palatinus *
The white porch of his home;
That rolls by the towers of Rome.
Tiber, the river upon which Rome, the capital of Italy, is built.
“O Tiber ! * father Tiber !
To whom the Romans pray,
Take thou in charge this day!”
The good sword by his side,
Plunged headlong in the tide.
Was heard from either bank;
Stood gazing where he sank;
They saw his crest * appear,
Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Crest, the ornament worn on the helmet. Rapturous, joyous. Tuscany, a district in the north of Italy, formerly called Etruria.
Fathers, the senaton of Rome.
Molten image, a metal statue erected in his honour.
Comitium, a place in Rome where public meetings were held.
“Heaven help him !” quoth Lars Porsena, 55
“And bring him safe to shore;
Was never seen before.”
press his gory * hands ;
And noise of weeping loud,
That was of public right,
Could plough from morn till night: 70
And set it up on high,
To witness if I lie.
Halting upon one knée :
80 How valiantly * he kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.
Unto the men of Rome,
To charge the Volscian home :
For boys with hearts as bold
In the brave days of old.
When the cold north-winds blow,
Is heard arnidst the snow;
Roar louder yet within ;
Valiantly, bravely, courageously.
Juno, the goddess of marriages and births.
Aigidus, a forest near
Firebrands, burning logs or faggots, used as fuel,
When the oldest cask is open'd,
And the largest lamp is lit,
And the kid turns on the spit;
Around the firebrands * close ;
And the lads are shaping bows;
And trims his helmet’s plume;
Goes flashing through the loom ;
Still is the story told,
In the brave days of old.
Goodwife's, &c. For. merly, the linen re. quired for the use of the household was generally woven by the women.
THE DIVER.-Schiller. JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH SCHILLER (1759-1805), the great German poet, was a native of Marbach, a small town of Würtemberg, situated on the banks of the Neckar. Among his works may be mentioned: The Robber's, Kabale and Leibe, Don Carlos, and The Song of the Bell. This translation is by LORD LYTTON (1805–1873).
“Oh, where is the knight or the squire* so bold Squire, a knight's
As to dive to the howling Charybdis * below ? attendant.
Charybdis, a whirl.
pool caused by the And o'er it already the dark waters flow; rush of strong tidal 5. Whoever to me may the goblet bring,
dangerous to shipShall have for his guerdon * that gift of his ping. There is a king."
famous one called the
Maëlstrom,“grinding He spoke, and the cup from the terrible steep, stream,” between two
That, rugged and hoary, hung over the verge Isles off the coast of Of the endless and measureless world of the Norway. IntheStraits
of Messina there is deep,
also remarkable Swirled into the maëlstrom that maddened eddy, much dreaded
by ancient mariners, “And where is the diver so stout to go
but passed without
difficulty by modern I ask ye again-to the deep below ?”
Guerdon, a reward cr
savage Profound, And the peril chilled back every thought of
And thrice spoke the monarch—“The cup to win, Wight, crea- Is there never a wight * who will venture in ?”
A spect, appearance. Doffing, taking off.
And all as before heard in silence the king,
Till a youth with an aspect * unfearing but gentle,
Unbuckling his girdle, and doffing * his mantle ;
Marge, edge. As he strode to the marge * of the summit, and gave
One glance on the gulf of that merciless main,
Casts roaringly up the Charybdis again;
And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars,
As when fire is with water commixed and contending, Welkin, the And the spray of its wrath to the welkin* up-soars, sky, or the
And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending ; Travail, ex- And it never will rest, nor from travail * be free, cessive lab
Like a sea that is labouring the birth of a sea.
Commotion, Yet, at length comes a lull o'er the mighty commotion, *
And dark through the whiteness, and still through
The whirlpool cleaves downward and downward in ocean Abyss, bot.
A yawning abyss,* like the pathway to hell ; tomless gulf.
The stiller and darker the farther it goes,
waves broken on the rocks.
The youth gave his trust to his Maker! Before
That path through the riven abyss closed again,
And behold ! he is whirled in the grasp of the main !
All was still on the height, save the murmur that went,
From the grave of the deep, sounding hollow and fell, 50 Or save when the tremulous sighing lament
Thrilled from lip unto lip, "Gallant youth, fare thee Suspense,
well!” being in
& More hollow and more wails the deep on the earstate of uncertainty.
More dread and more dread grows suspense * in its fear.
that of which
cannot be found. A fathom is a nautical measure of six feet.
55 If thou shouldst in those waters thy diadem * fling, Diadem, a
royal crown. God wot,* though the prize were the crown of a king- Wot, to
A crown at such hazard were valued too dear,
Reveal, to 60 What the deeps that howl yonder in terror conceal.
Oh, many a bark, to that breast grappled fast,
Has gone down to the fearful and fathomless * grave; Fathomless, Again, crashed together the keel * and the mast,
the depth To be seen tossed aloft in the glee of the wave ! 65 Like the growth of a storm ever louder and clearer,
Grows the roar of the gulf rising nearer and nearer.
bot And the spray of its wrath * to the welkin up-soars, Wrath, 70 And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending,
And as with the swell of the far thunder-boom,
Like the wing of the cygnet*—what gleams on the sea ? Cygnet, a 75 Lo ! an arm and a neck glancing up from the tomb !
Stalwart, Steering stalwart * and shoreward. O joy, it is he ! &c., swimThe left hand is lifted in triumph; behold,
and strongly It waves as a trophy * the goblet of gold !
Trophy, any. And he breathèd deep, and he breathed long,
from an 80 And he greeted the heavenly delight of the day.
enemy and They gaze on each other—they shout as they throng kept as a
“He lives-lo, the ocean has rendered its prey ! * And safe from the whirlpool and free from the grave,
Prey, plunComes back to the daylight the soul of the brave !”
which is 85 And he comes, with the crowd in their clamour and glee; * seized to be And the goblet his daring has won from the water,
Glee, joy, He lifts to the king as he sinks on his knee
gladness. And the king from her maidens has beckoned his
“Happy they whom the rose-hues of daylight rejoice,
&c. May May the horror below nevermore find a voice
tempt God Nor man stretch too far the wide mercy of heaven ! * by rushing 95 Nevermore, nevermore may be lift from the sight
The veil which is woven with terror and night!
mark of vic