With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . ad. CXLV While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls — the World. From our own landThus spake the pilgrims oer this mighty wallIu Saxon times, which we are wont to callAncient; and these three mortal things are stillOn their foundations, and unaltered all;Rome and her Ruin past Redemptions skill,The World, the same wide den — of thieves, or what ye will. CXLVI Simple, erect, severe, austere, sublime
With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . ad. CXLV While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls — the World. From our own landThus spake the pilgrims oer this mighty wallIu Saxon times, which we are wont to callAncient; and these three mortal things are stillOn their foundations, and unaltered all;Rome and her Ruin past Redemptions skill,The World, the same wide den — of thieves, or what ye will. CXLVI Simple, erect, severe, austere, sublime —Shrine of all saints and temple of all gods,From Jove to Jesus — spared and blest by time;Looking tranquillity, while falls or nodsArch, empire, each thing round thee, and man plodsHis way through thorns to ashes — glorious dome!Shalt thou not last? Times scythe and tyrants rodsShiver upon thee — sanctuary and homeOf art and piety — Pantheon ! — pride of Rome! 1 The garland forest of shrubs and wild flowers has now been re-moved, lest the action of the roots should hasten the disintegration of theruins. [ 100 ]. § i §5 ~. - = > * ~; £ » ~~ - • O ~~ ~~ = -* S g K 8 5-7 v. S - I ?gas -8? e « 5Q X -1- . c *; THE YEARS 1817, 1818, 1819 CXLVII Relic of nobler days and noblest arts !Despoild, yet perfect, with thy circle spreadsA holiness appealing to all hearts —To art a model; and to him who treadsRome for the sake of ages, Glory shedsHer light through thy sole aperture; to thoseWho worship, here are altars for their beads;And they who feel for genius may reposeTheir eyes on honoured forms whose busts around themclose. CLIII But lo, the dome, the vast and wondrous domeTo which Dianas marvel was a cell,Christs mighty shrine above his martyrs tomb!I have beheld the Ephesians miracle —Its columns strew the wilderness, and dwellThe hyaena and the jackal in their shade;I have beheld Sophias bright roofs swellTheir glittering mass i the sun, and have
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