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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1844 Excerpt: ... I. Where yellow Tiber rolls his tide Onward in smooth tranquillity, Through myrtle groves and meadows wide, Defying mutability; Which long hath laid her mould-clad finger On aught else death hath left to linger, 1 Where Art and Genius had their birth--The loveliest, fairest spot on earth--The flocks are gathered to their fold, The fawns reposing on the wold; The bells are rung, the mass is said, The evening vespers duly made; In hut, and cot, and castle dun, Sleep hath her silent reign begun; The Moon is in her summer glow, And meekly smiles on all below, The stars are burning in the sky Like Angels' censers lit on high; While weeping lovers lift their eyes Up to those calm cerulean skies, Feeling that in those worlds above Lies the unchequered home of love; And in their frenzy of despair Implore to be translated there, Where soul its kindred soul will greet, And baffled hearts each other meet, Enfranchised from the ills of earth--The children of a holier birth; And there, beneath the moon's pale sheen Rises full many a mournful scene--The wide Campagna dim and lone---Tfie Catacomb of nations gone, And Rome's seven hills o'er Ruin's hearth, The mimic Pleiades of earth; The cypress in funereal gloom O'erhanging many a hero's tomb, Whose glorious memory shall outlive All that vain pomp and wealth can give, And shine until Time's latest day, A halo over dark decay. Yes, there they sleep! th' immortal brave, Entombed in holy Freedom's grave--The mighty arm that grasped the sword To put to flight the savage horde, The tongue that pleaded with applause For liberty and God's high laws--Caesar and Tully, when--oh! when Will such bright stars lume earth again? There thrones and temples lie around, There wrecks of empires strew the ground; Decay and Slavery have wed, ...
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