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Naples ! thou Heart of men which ever pantest

Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven !
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 unstained

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

Hail, hail, all hail !

Thou youngest giant birth

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

Last, of the Intercessors !

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

Wave thy lightning lance in inirth,

Nor let thy high heart fail,
Though from their hundred gates the leagued Oppressors

With hurried legions move !
Hail, hail, all hail!,


What I 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 Acteon's error Shall their's have been devoured by their own hounds!

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

Gaze on oppression, till at that dread risk

Aghast she pass 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 !

Froin 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 bail!

Didst thou not start to hear Spain's thrilling pæan

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

To the cold Alps, eternal Italy

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

In light and music; widowed Genoa wan

* Ææna, the island of Circe.

By moonlight spells ancestral epitaphs,
Murmuring, where is Doria ? fair Milan,

Within those 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 Justiee can avail)
Art Thou of all these hopes.-0 bail!

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

Froin 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 !

EPODE 1. .
Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms

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

Of crags and thunder-clouds ?
See ye 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

* The viper was the armorial device of the Visconti, tyranits of Milan.

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, de ing,

Fáinished wolves that bide no waiting,
Blotting the glowing foutsteps of old glory,
Trampling our columned cities into dust,
Their dull and


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!

EPODE 11. ß.
Great Spirit, deepest Love!

Which rulest and dost move
All things which live and are within the Italian shore ;

Who spreadest heaven around it;

Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it; Who sittest in thy star, o'er Ocean's western floor,

Spirit of beauty! at whose soft command
The sunbeams and the showers distil its foison

From the Earth's bosom chill;
O bid those beams be each a blinding brand
Of lightning ! bid those showers be dews of poison !

Bid the Earth's plenty kill!
Bid thy bright Heaven above,
Whilst light and darkness bound it,
Be their tomb who planned

To make it ours and thine !
Or, with thiye harmonizing ardours fill
And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone horizon

Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire-
Be man's high hope and unextinct desire,
The instrument to work thy will divine !
Then clouds froin sunbeams, antelopes from leopards,

And frowns and fears from Thee,

Would not more swiftly flee
Tban Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shepherds.-

Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine
Thou yieldest or withholdest, Oh let be

This city of thy worship ever free!
September, 1820.


A PALE dream came to a Lady fair,

And said, a boon, a boon, I pray!
I know the secrets of the air,

And things are lost in the glare of day,
Which I can make the sleeping see,
If they will put their trust in me.

And thou shalt know of things unknown,

If thou wilt let me rest between
The veiny lids, whose fringe is thrown

Over thine eyes so dark and sheen:
And half in hope, and half in fright,
The Lady closed her eyes so bright.

At first all deadly shapes were driven

Tumultuously across sleep,

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