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Bade silence o'er the bright assembly reign. Streams into blood, and darkens into toe."
Began to feel the swift approach of fate,
Her deep divisions kindling into rage,
349 The crowd astonish'd half, and half inform'd, And war with chains and desolation charg'd. Stard dubious round; some question d, sume ex- From an unequal balance of her sons claim'd,
These tierce contentions sprung; and, as increas'd (Like one who dreaming, between hope and fear, 'This hated inequality, more fierce Is lost in anxious joy) 'Be that again,
They flam'd to tumult. Independence fail'd; Be that again proclaim'd, distinct, and loud.' Here by luxurious wants, by real there; Loud, and distinct, it was again prociaim'd; And with this virtue every virtue sunk, And still as midnight in the rural shade, 280 | As, with the sliding rock, the pile sustain'd. When the gale slumbers, they the words devour'd. A last attempt, too late, the Gracchi made, A while severe amazement held them mute, To fix the flying scale, and poise the state. 359 Then, bursting broad, the boundless shout to On one side swellid aristocratic pride ; Heaven
With Usury, the villain ! whose fell gripe
Aod Luxury rapacious, cruel, mean,
Fit for proscriptions, for the darkest deeds,
This firm republic, that against the blast
Nurs'd on feracious Algidum, whose boughs
The dead serene of prosperous fortune, pin'd. And music, sparkling wine, and converse warm, Nought now her weighty legions could oppose ;370 Their raptures wakid anew.-- Ye gods!' they Her terrour once on Afric's tawny shore, cry'd,
Now smok'd in dust, a stabling now for wolves; . Ye guardian gads of Greece! And are we free? And every dreaded power receiv'd the yoke. Was it not madness deem'd the very thought ? Besides, destructive, from the conquer'd east, And is it true. How did we purchase chains ? In the soft plunder came that.worst of plagues, At what a dire expense of kindred blobd ?
That pestilence of mind, a fever'd thirst And are they now dissolv'd? And scarce one drop For the false joys which luxury prepares. For the fair first of blessings have we paid? Unworthy joys! that wasteful leave behind Courage, and conduct, in the doubtful field, No mark of honour, in reflecting hour, When rages wide the storm of mingling war, 310 No secret ray to glad the conscious soul; 380. Are rare indeed; but how to generous ends At once involving in one ruin wealth, To turn success, and conquest, rarer still : And wealth-acquiring powers: while stupid self, That the great gods and Romans only know. Of narrow gust, and hebetating sense Lives there on Earth, almost to Greece unknown, Devour the nobler faculties of bliss. A people so magnanimous, to quit
Hence Roman virtue slacken'd into sloth; Their native soil, traverse the storiny deep, Security relax'd the softening state; And by their blood and treasure, spent for us, And the broad eye of government lay clos'd; Redecin our states, our liberties, and laws! No more the laws inviolable reign'd, There does! there does ! oh, saviour Titus ! Rome!' And public weal no more: but party rag'd; Thus through the happy right they pour'd their And partial power, and licence unrestrain'd, 990 And in my last reflected beams rejoic'd. (souls, Let discord through the deathful city loose. As when the shepherd, on the monntain brow,322 First, mild Tiberius, on thy sacred head Sits piping to bis focks, and gainesore kids; The fury's vengeance fell; the first, whose blood Meantime the Sun, beneath the green Farth sunk, Had since the consuls stain'd contending Rome. Slants upward o'er the scene a parting gleam : Of precedent pernicious! with thee bled Short is the glory that the mountain gilds, Three hundred Romans; with thy brother, next, Plays on the glittering flocks, and glads the swain; Three thousand more; till, into battles turu'd To western worlds irrevocable roll'd,
Debates of peace, and forc'd the trembling laws, Rapid, the source of light recalls his ray.”
The forum and comitia horrid grew, Here interposing I." Oh, queen of men / 330 A scene of barter'd power, or reeking gore. 400 Boncath whose' sceptre in essential rights
When, half-asham'd, Corruption's thievish arts, Equal they live; though plac'd, for common good, And ruffian force began to say the mounds Various, or in subjection, or command;
And majesty of laws; if not in time
" Thus luxury, dissension, a mix'd rage A rage impatient of an equal name;
And who no less a rain superior scorn'd.
Both bled, but bled in vain. New traitors rose, Corruption all avow'd, and lawless force,
The venal will be bought, the base hare lords. Fach heightening each, alternate shook the state. To these vile wars I left ambitious slaves;
480 Meantime ambition, at the dazzling head 411 And from Philippi's field, from where in dust Of bardy legions, with the laurels leap'd
The last of Roinans, matchless Brutus! lay, And spoil of nations, in one circling blast
Spread to the north untam'd a rapid wing. Combin'd in various storm, and from its base “What though the first smooth Cæsar's arts The broad republic tore. By virtue built,
Merit and virtue, simulating ine? (carcss'd, It touch'd the skies, and spread o'er shelter'd Earth Severely tender! cruelly humane! An ample roof: by virtue too sustain'd,
The chain to clinch, and make it softer sit And balanc'd steady, every tempest sung
On the new-broken still ferocious state. Innoxious by, or bade it firmer stand.
From the dark third, succeeding, I beheld But when, with sudden and enormous change, 420 Th' imperial monsters all.-A race on Earth 490 The first of mankind sunk into the last,
Vindictive, seat the scourge of human-kind ! As once in virtue, so in vice extreme,
Whose blind profusion drain'd a bankrupt world; This universal fabric yielded loose,
Whose lust to forming Nature seems disgrace ; Before ambition still; and thundering down, And whose infernal rage bade every drop At last, beneath its ruins crush'd a world.
Of ancient blood, that yet retain'd my fame, A conquering people, to themselves a prey, To that of Pætus, in the peaceful bath, Must ever fall; when their victorious troops, Or Rome's affrighted streets, inglorions flow. In blood and rapine sarage grown, can find But almost just the meanly-patient death, No land to sack and pillage but their own. That waits a tyrant's unprevented stroke.
By brutal Marius, and keen Sylla, first 430 Titus indeed gave one short evening gleam; 500 Effus'd the deluge dire of civil blood,
More cordial felt, as in the midst it spread Unceasing woes began, and this, or that,
Of storm, and horrour. The delight of men ; (Deep-drenching their revenge) nor virtue spar'd, He who the day, when his o'erflowing hand Nor sex, nor age, nor quality, nor name, Had made no happy heart, concluded lost; Till Rome, into an human shambles turn'd, Trajan and he, with the inild sire and son, Made deserts lovely.--Oh, to well-earn'd chains His son of virtue! cas'd awhile mankind; Devoted race !--If no true Roman then,
And arts reviv'd beneath their gentle bcam. No Scævola there was, to raise for Me
Then was their last effort : what sculpture rais'd A vengeful hand: was there no father, robb'd To Trajan's glory, following triumphs stole; 509 Of blooming youth to prop his wither'd age? 440 And mix'd with Gothic forins, (the chissel's shame) No son, a witness to his hoary sire
On that triumphal arch, the forms of Greece. In dust and gore defil'd ? no friend, forlorn ?
“ Meantime o'er rocky Thrace, and the deep No wretch that doubtful trembled for himself? Of gelid Hemus, I pursued my flight ; (vales None brave, or wild, to pierce a monster's heart, And, piercing farthest Scythia, westward swept Who, heaping horrour round, no more deserv'd Sarmatia, travers'd by a thousand streams. The sacred shelter of the laws he spurn'd ? A sullen land of lakes, and fens iminense, No. Sad o'er all profound dejection sat,
Of rocks, resounding torrents, gloomy heaths, And nerveless fear. The slave's asylum theirs : And cruel deserts black with sounding pine; Or flight, ill-judging, that the timid back
Where Nature frowns: though sometimes into Turns weak to slaughter; or partaken guilt. 450
smiles In vain from Sylla's vanity I drew
She softens; and immediate, at the touch 520 An unexampled deed. The power resign'd, Of southern gales, throws from the sudden glebe And all unhop'd the common-wealth restor'd, Luxuriant pasture, and a waste of flowers. Amaz'd the public, and effac'd his crimes. But, cold-comprest, when the whole loaded hearen Through streets yet streaming from his murderous Descends in snow, lost in one white abrupt, Unarın'd he stray'd, unguarded, unassail'd, Chand Lies undistinguish'd earth; and, seiz'd by frost, And on the bed of peace his ashes laid:
Lakes, headlung streams, and foods, and oceans A grace, which I to iis demission gave.
sleep, But with him dy'd not the despotic soul.
Yet there life glows; the furry millions there, Ambition saw that stooping Rome could bear 460 Deep-dig their dens beneath the sheltering snows : A master, nor had virtue to be free.
And there a race of men prolific swarms, Hence, for succeeding years, my troubled reign To various pain, to little pleasure us'd; 530 No certain peace, no spreading prospect, knew. On whom, keen-parching beat Riphxan winds; Destruction gather'd round. Still the black soul, Hard like their soil, and like their climate fierce, Or of a Catalme, or Rullus, swell'd
The nursery of nations !--These I rous'd, With fell designs ; and all the watchful art Drove land on land, on people people pour'd; Of Cicero demanded, all the force,
Till from almost perpetual night they broke, All the state-wielding magic of his tongue ; As if in search of day; and o'er the banks And all the thunder of my Cato's zeal.
Of yielding empire, only slave-sustain'i, With these I linger'd; till the flame anew 470 Resistless rag'd, in vengeance urg'd by sne. Burst out in blaze immense, and wrapt the world. " Long in the barbarous beart the bury'd seeds The shameful contest sprung, to whom mankind Of freedom lay, for many a wintery age;
540 Should yield the neck. to Pompey, who conceal'd | And though my spirit work'd, by slow degrees, VOL XII.
Vought but its pride and fierceness yet appear'd.
BEING THE FOURTH PART OF
THE CONTENTS OF PART IV. “ In the bright regions there of purest day, DIFERENCE betwixt the ancients and moderns Far other scenes, and palaces, 'arise,
slightly touched upon, to ver. 30. Description Allorn'd profuse with other arts divine.
of the dark ages. The goddess of Liberty, who All beauty here below, to thein compar'd,
during these is supposed to bave left Earth, Would, like a rose before the mid-day Sun,
returns, attended with Arts and Science, to ver. Shrink up its blossom ; like a bubble, break
100. She first descends on Italy, Sculpture, The passing poor magnificence of kings.
Painting, and Architecture fix at Rome, to reFor there the King of Nature, in full blaze,
vire their several arts by the great models of Calls every splendour fortlı ; and there his court
antiquity there, which many barbarous invasions Ainid ethereal powers, and virtues, holds:
had not been able to destroy. The revival of Angel, archangel, tutelary gods,
these arts marked out. That sometimes arts Of cities, nations, empires, and of worlds. 560
may flourish for a while under despotic governBut sacred be the veil, that kindly clouds
ments, though never the natural and genuine A light too keen for mortals : wraps a view
production of them, to ver. 254. Learning begins Too softening fair, for those that here in dust
to dawn. The Muse and Science attend Liberty, Must cheerful toil ont their appointed years,
who in her progress towards Great Britain raises A sense of higher life would only dainp
several free states and cities. These enumerated, The school-boy's task, and spoil his playful hours.
to ver. 381, Author's exclamation of joy, upon Nor could the child of reason, feeble man,
sering the British seas and coasts rise in the With vigour through this infant being drudge; vision, which painted whatever the goddess of Did brighter worlds, their unimagin'd bliss
Liberty said. She resumes her narration. The Disclosing, dazzle and dissolve his inind.” 570
Genius of the Deep appears, and, addressing
Liberty, associates Great Britain into his domi NOTES ON PART III.
nion, to ver. 451. Liberty received and conVer. 7. The last struggles of liberty in Greece. gratulated by Britannia, and the native Genii Ver. 15. A promontory in Calabria.
or Virtues of the island. These described. AniVer. 32. Pythagoras.
mated by the presence of Liberty, they begin Ver. 34. Samos, over which then reigned the ty. their operations. Their beneficent influence conrant Polycrates.
trasted with the works and delusions of opposing Ver. 37. The southern parts of Italy, and Sicily, demons, to ver. 626. Concludes with an aba so called because of the Grecian colonies there stract of the English history, marking the settled.
several advances of Liberty, down to her comVer. 38. IIis scholars were enjoined silence for plete establishment at the Revolution.
Ver. 57. The four cardinal virtues,
Struck with the rising scene, thus I amaz’d: Ver. 286. The Isthmian games were celebrated Ah, goddess, what a change! Is Earth the same? at Corinth.
Of the same kind the ruthless race she feeds? Ver. 369. Carthage.
And does the same fair Sun and ether spread Ver. 390. Tib. Gracchus.
Round this vile spot their all-enlivening soul? Ver. 465. Pub. Servilius Rullus, tribune of the Lo! beauty fails; lost in unlovely forms people, proposed an Agrarian Law, in appearance of little pomp, magnificence no more very advantageous for the people, but destructive Exalts the mind, and bids the public smile: of their liberty ; and which was defeated by the While to rapacious interest glory leaves eloquence of Cicero, in his speech against Rullus. Mankind, and every grace of life is gone." 10 Ver. 439. Tiberius.
To this the power, whose vital radiance calls Ver. 496. Thrasca Pætus, put to death by Nero. Prom the brate mass of man an order'd world: Tacitus introduces the account he gives of his death Wait till the morning sbines, and from the thus.--" After having inhumanly slaughtered so Of Gothic darkness springs another day. [depth inany illustrious men, he (Nero) burned at last | True genius droops; the tender ancient taste with a desire of cutting off virtue itself in tbe person of beauty, then fresh-blooning in her primne, of Thrasea, &c.”
But faintly trembles through the callous soul, Ver. 505. Antoninus Pius, and his adopted son And grandeur, or of morals, or of life, Warcus Aurelius, afterwards called Antoninus Sinks into safe pursuits, and creeping cares. Philosophus.
Ev'n cautious virtue seems to stoop her fight, 20 Ver. 511. Constantine's arch, to build which, And aged life to deem the generous deeds that of Trajan was destroyed, sculpture baving been of youth romantic. Yet in cooler thought then almost entirely lost.
Well-reason'd, in researches piercing deep Ver. 515. The ancient Sarmatia contained a vast Through Nature's works, in profitable arts, tract of country running all along the north of And all that calm experience can disclose, Leope, and Asia.
(Slow guide, but sure) behold the world anew
Esalteu rise, with other bonours crown'd; To civil broil; and glory to romance.
And giddy Reason totter'd on her throne. * Oblivious ages pass'd; while Earth, forsook 30 At last Heaven's best inexplicable scheme, 100 By her best genii, lay to demons foul,
Disclosing, bade new brightening eras smile. And unchain'd furies, an abandon'd prey.
The high command gone forth, Arts in my train, Contention led the van; first small of size,
And azure-mantled Science, swift we spread But soon dilating to the skies she towers :
A sounding pinion. Eager pity, mixt Then, wide as air, the livid fury spread,
With indignation, urg'd her downward flight. And high her head above the stormy clouds, On Latium first we stoop'd, for doubtful life She blaz'd in omens, swell'd the groaning winds That panted, sunk beneath unnumber'd woes. With wild surmises, battlings, sounds of war: Ah, poor Italia! what a bitter cup [Huns, From land to land the maddening trumpet blew, Of vengeance hast thou drain'd! Goths, Vandals, And pour'd her venomn through the heart of man. 46 Lombards, barbarians broke from every land, 110 Shook to the pole, the north obey'd her call. How many a ruffian form hast thou bebeld! Forth rush'd the bloody power of Gothic war, What horrid jargons heard, where rage alone War against human kind: Rapine, that led Was all thy frighted ear could comprehend ! Millions of raging robbers in his train:
How frequent by the red inhuman band, Unlistening, barbarous Force, to whom the sword Yet warm with brother's, husband's, father's blood, Is reason, honour, law: the foe of arts
Hast thou thy matrons and thy virgins seen By monsters follow'd, hideous to behold,
To violation dragg'd, and mingled death ! That claim'd their place. Outrageous mix'd with What conflagrations, earthquakes, ravage, floods, Another species of tyrannic rule,
[these Have turn'd thy cities into stony wilds; Unknown before, whose cancrous shackles seiz'd 50 And succourless, and bare, the poor remains 120 Thenvenom'd soul: a wilder fury, she
Of wretches forth to nature's common cast! Evin o'er her elder sister tyranniz'd;
Added to these, the still continued waste Or, if perchance agreed, infiam'd her rage, Of inbred foes, that on thy vitals prey, Dire was her train, and loud; the sable band, And, double tyrants, seize the very soul. Thundering, -'Submit, ye laity! ye prophane! Where hadst thou treasures for this rapine al Earth is the Lord's, and therefore ours; let kings These hungry myriads, that thy bowels tore, Allow the common claim, and half be theirs; Heap'd sack on sack, and bury'd in their rage If not, behold! the sacred lightning flies:' Wonders of art; whence this grey scene a mine Scholastic Discord, with an hundred tongues, Of more than gold becomes and orient gems, For science uttering jangling words obscure, 60 Where Egypt, Greece, and Rome, united glow. 130 Where frighted Reason never yet could dwell: “Here Sculpture, Painting, Architecture, bent Of peremptory feature, Cleric Pride,
From ancient models to restore their arts, Whose reddening check no contradiction bears, Remain'd. A little trace we how they rose. And Holy Slander, his associate firm,
“ Amid the boary ruins Sculpture first, On whom the lying spirit still descends :
Deep-digging, from the cavern dark and damp, Mother of tortures !' Persecuting Zeal,
Their grave for ages, bid her marble race High-flashing in her hand the ready torch, Spring to new light. Joy sparkled in her eyes, Or poniard bath'd in unbelieving blood;
And old remembrance thrilld in every thought, Hell's fiercest fiend! of saintly brow demure, 70 As she the pleasing resurrection saw. Assuming a celestial seraph's name,
In leaning site, respiring from his toils, 140 While she beneath the blasphemous pretence The well-known hero, who deliver'd Greece, Of pleasing Parent Heaven, the source of love! His ample chest, all tempested with force, Has wrought more horrours, more detested deeds, Unconquerable reard. She saw the head, Than all the rest combin'd. Led on by her, Breathing the hero, small, of Grecian size, And wild of head to work her fell designs,
Scarce more extensive than the sinewy neck; Came idiot Superstition; round with ears
The spreading shoulders, muscular, and broad; Innumerous strow'd, ten thousand monkish forins The whole a mass of swelling sinews, touch'd With legends ply'd them, and with tenets, meant Into harmonious shape; she saw, and joy'd. To charm or scare the simple into slaves,
The yellow hunter, Meleager, rais'd si50 And poison reason; gross, she swallows all, 80 His beauteous front, and throngh the finish'd whole The inost absurd believing ever most.
Shows what ideas smil'd of old in Greece. Broad o'er the whole her universal night,
Of raging aspect, rush'd impetuous forth The gloom still doubling, Ignorance diffusid. The Gladiator. Pityless his look, Nought to be seen, but visionary monks
And each keen sinew brac'd, the storm of war, To councils strolling, and embroiling creeds; Ruffling, o'er all his nervous body frowns. Banditti saints, disturbing distant lands;
The dying Otho from the gloom she drew. And unknown nations, wandering for a home. Supported on his shorten'd arm he leans, All lay revers'd: the sacred arts of rule
Prone agonizing; with incumbent fate, Turn'd to flagitious leagues against mankind, Heavy declines his head; yet dark beneath And arts of plunder more and more avow'd; 90 The suffering feature sullen vengeance lowers, 160 Pure plain devotion to a solemn farce;
Shame, indignation, unaccomplish'd rage, To boly dotage virtue, ev'n tu gnile,
And still the cheated eye expects his fall. To murder, and a mockery of oaths ;
All conquest-flusli’d, from prostrate Python, came Brave ancient freedom to the rage of slaves, The Quiver'd God. In graceful act be stands, Proud of their state, and fighting for their chains ; His arm extended with the slacken'd bow. Dishonour'd courage to the bravo's trade, Light flows his easy robe, and fair displays
A manly-soften'dorm. The bloom of gods To those of Venice she the magic art
Theirs too it was by one embracing mass
Or varies tremulous from part to part, A scatter'd frown exalts his matchless air.
O'er all a binding harmorry to throw, On Flora mov'd ; her full-proportion'd limbs To raise the picture, and repose the sight. Rise through the mantle luttering in the breeze. The Lombard school succeeding, mingled both. The queen of Love arose, as from the deep
“ Meantime dread fanes, and palaces, around, She sprung in all the melting pomp of charms. Reard the magnific front. Music again Bashful she bends, her well-taught look aside ther universal language of the heart Turns in enchanting guise, where dubious mix Renew'd'; and, rising from the plaintive rale, Vain conscious beauty, a dissembled sense To the full concert spread, and solemn quire. Of modest shame, and slippery looks of love. 180 “Ev'n bigots smil'd; to their protection took 250 The gazer grows enamour'd, and the stone, Arts not their own, and from them borrow'd pomp: As if exulting in its conquest, smiles.
For in a tyrant's garden these a while So turn'd each limb, so swell'd with softening art, May bloom, though freedomn be their parent soil. That the deluded eye the marble doubts.
“ And now comfest, with gently-glowing gleam, At last her utmost master-piece she found, The morning shone, and westward stream'd its ligtit. That Maro fir'd; the miserable sire,
The Muse awoke. Not sooner on the wing Wrapt with his sons in fate's sevcrest grasp. Is the gay bird of dawn. Artless her voice, The serpents, twisting round, their stringent folds Untaaght and wild, yet warbling through the woods Inextricable tie. Such passion here,
Romantic lays. But as her northeru course Such agonies, such bitterness of pain, 190 She, with her tutor Science, in my train, 260 Secm so to tremble through the tortur'd stone, Ardent pursu'd, her strains more noble grew: That the touch'd heart engrosses all the view. While reasou drew the plan, the heart inform'd Almost unmark'd the best proportions pass, The moral page, and fancy lent it grace. That ever Greece beheld ; and, seen alone,
“Rome and her circling deserts cast behind, On the rapt eye th' imperious passions seize : i pass'd not idle to my great sojourn. The father's double pangs, both for himself
“On Arno's fertile plain, where the rich vine And sons convuls'd : to Heaven bis rueful look, Luxuriant o'er Etrurian mountains roves, Imploring aid, and half-accusing, cast;
Safe in the lap repos'd of private bliss, His fell despair with indignation mixt,
I small republies rais'd. Thrice happy they' As the strong-curling monsters from his side 200 Had social freedoin bound their peace, and arts, 270 His full-extended fury cannot tear.
Instead of ruling power, ne'er meant for them, More tender touch'd, with varied art, bis sons Employ'd their little cares, and sav'd their fate. All the soft rage of younger passions show.
“ Beyond the rugged Apennines, that roll In a boy's helpless fate one sinks oppress'd ! Par through Italian bounds their wavy tops, While, yet unpierc'd, the frighted other tries My path too l with public blessings strow'd ; His foot to steal out of the horrid twine.
Free states and cities, where the Lombard plain, “She bore no more, but straight from Gothic rust In spite of culture negligent and gross, Her chisel clear'd, and dust and fragments drove From her deep bosom pours unbidden joys, Impetuous round. Successive as it went,
And green o'er all the land a garden spreads. From son to son, with more enlivening touch, 210 “The barren rocks themselves beneath my foot From the brute rock it call'd the breathing form; Relenting bloom'd on the Ligurian shore. 281 Till, in a legislator's awful grace
Thick-swarining people there, like emmets, seiz'd Dress'd, Buonaroti bid a Moses rise,
Amid surrounding cliffs, the scatter'd spots, And, looking love immense, a Saviour-God. Which Nature left in her destroying rage,
“Of these obsei vant, Painting felt the fire Made their own fields, por sigh'd for other lands. Burn inward. Then ecstatic she diffus'd
There, in white prospect, from the rocky hill, The canvas, seiz'd the pallet, with quick hand Gradual descending to the shelter'd shore, The colours brew'd ; and on the void expense By me proud Genoa's inarble turrets rose. Her gay creation pour'd, her mimic world. And while my genuine spirit warm'd her sons, Poor was the manner of her eldest race, 020 Bencath her Dorias, not unworthy, she
290 Parren, and dry; just struggling from the taste, ly'd for the trident of the narrow seas, That had for ages scar'd in cloysters diin
Ere Britain yet had open'd all the main. The superstitious herd: yet glorious then ,
“Nor be the then triumphant state forgot, [still, Were deem'd their works; where uprlevelop'd lay Where, push'd from plunderd tarth, a remnant The future wonders that enrich'd mankind, Inspir'd by me, through the dark ages kept And a new light and grace o'er Europe cast. Of iny old Roman flame some sparks alive : Arts gradual gather streams. Enlarging this The seeming god-built city! which my hand To each his portion of her various gifts
Deep in the bosom fix'd of wondering seas. The goddess dealt, to none indulging all;
Astonish'd mortals sail'd, with pleasing axe, No, not to Raphael. At kind distance still 230 Around the sea-girt walls, by Neptune fenc'd, 300 Perfection stands, like happiness, to tempt And down the briny street; where on each hand, Th' eternal chase. In elegant design
Amazing seen amid unstable waves, Improving Nature; in ideas fair,
The splendid palace shines; and rising tides,“ Or great, extraced from the fine antique ; The green steps markiñg, murmur at the door. in attitude, expression, airs divine,
To this fair queen of Adria's stormy golf, Her sons of Rome and Florence bore the prize. The mart of nations ! long, obedient scas