With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . y of Rome,And looking to the stars. They had containedA spirit which with these would find a home,The last of those who oer the whole earth reignd,The Roman globe, for after none sustaindBut yielded back his conquests: he was moreThan a mere Alexander, and, unstaindWith household blood and wine, serenely woreHis sovereign virtues — still we Trajans name adore. CXII Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place2Where Rome embraced her heroes ? where the steepTarp
With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . y of Rome,And looking to the stars. They had containedA spirit which with these would find a home,The last of those who oer the whole earth reignd,The Roman globe, for after none sustaindBut yielded back his conquests: he was moreThan a mere Alexander, and, unstaindWith household blood and wine, serenely woreHis sovereign virtues — still we Trajans name adore. CXII Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place2Where Rome embraced her heroes ? where the steepTarpeian, fittest goal of Treasons race,The promontory whence the Traitors LeapCured all ambition ? Did the conquerors heapTheir spoils here ? Yes; and in yon field below,A thousand years of silenced factions sleep —The Forum, where the immortal accents glow,And still the eloquent air breathes — burns with Cicero ! 1 The statue of St. Peter supplants that of Trajan on the top ofTrajans column. 2 The temple of Jupiter probably stood on the southeast section of theCapitoline Hill, the present site of Palazzo Caffarelli. [ 90 ] o. ao 9 -s •- -48 £ THE YEARS 1817, 1818, 1819 CXIII The field of freedom, faction, fame, and blood :Here a proud peoples passions were exhaled,From the first hour of empire in the budTo that when further worlds to conquer faild;But long before had Freedoms face been veild,And Anarchy assumed her attributes;Till every lawless soldier who assaildTrod on the trembling senates slavish mutes,Or raised the venal voice of baser prostitutes. CXIV Then turn we to her latest tribunes name,From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee,Redeemer of dark centuries of shame —The friend of Petrarch — hope of Italy —Rienzi! last of Romans ! While the treeOf freedoms witherd trunk puts forth a leaf,Even for thy tomb a garland let it be —The forums champion, and the peoples chief —Her new-born Numa thou — with reign, alas, too brief. CXV Egeria, sweet creation
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