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STROPHE, d. I.
Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven !
The mutinous air and sea: they round thee, even
Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained !
Which armed Victory offers up unstained
To Love, the flower-enchained !
Hail, hail, all hail !
STROPILE B. 2.
Which from the groaning earth
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,
With hurried legions move !
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,
If Hope and Truth and Justice may avail,
ANTISTROPHE B. 2.
From Nature's inmost shrine,
O’er Ruin desolate,
O'er Falsehood's fallen state,
And equal laws be thine,
And winged words let sail,
That wealth, surviving fate,
ANTISTROFHE d. y.
From land to land re-echoed solemnly,
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,
Within those veins long ran
(If Hope and Truth and Justiee can avail)
ANTISTROPHE B. y.
Of cities fairest one,
From eyes of quenchless hope
Rome tears the priestly cope,
An athlete stript to run
Froin a remoter station
As then Hope, Truth, and Justice, did avail,
EPODE 1. .
Arrayed against the everliving Gods?
Of crags and thunder-clouds ?
Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride?
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,
Like Chaos o’er creation, uncreating;
Of the white Alps, de ing,
Fáinished wolves that bide no waiting,
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.
Which rulest and dost move
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
From the Earth's bosom chill;
Bid the Earth's plenty kill!
To make it ours and thine !
Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire-
And frowns and fears from Thee,
Would not more swiftly flee
Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine
This city of thy worship ever free!
A PALE dream came to a Lady fair,
And said, a boon, a boon, I pray!
And things are lost in the glare of day,
And thou shalt know of things unknown,
If thou wilt let me rest between
Over thine eyes so dark and sheen:
At first all deadly shapes were driven
Tumultuously across l.er sleep,