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Over the oracular woods and divine sea
Naples ! thou Heart of men which ever pantest
STROPHE 3. 2.
Thou youngest giant birth Which from the groaning earth Leap'st, clothed in armour of impenetrable scale ! Last of the Intercessors! 69 Who'gainst the Crowned Transgressors Pleadest before God's love! Arrayed in Wisdom's mail, Wave thy lightning lance in mirth, Nor let thy high heart fail, Though from their hundred gates the leagued Oppressors,
With hurried legions move!
What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blas-
ANTISTROPHE ,8. 2.
From Freedom’s form divine, From Nature’s inmost shrine, Strip every impious gawd, rend Error veil by veil : O’er Ruin desolate, O’er Falsehood’s fallen state, Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Destroyer pale! And equal laws be thine, And winged words let sail, Freighted with truth even from the throne of God : That wealth, surviving fate, 100 Be thine.—All hail!
ANTISTROPHE a. y.
Didst thou not start to hear Spain’s thrilling
ANTISTROPHE ,8. 7.
Florence! beneath the sun, Of cities fairest one, Blushes within her bower for Freedom’s expecta’tiOn: From eyes of quenchless hope Rome tears the priestly cope, 120 As ruling once by power, so now by admiration, As athlete stripped to run From a remoter station For the high prize lost on Philippi’s shore :— As then Hope, Truth, and Justice did avail, So now may Fraud and Wrong! O hail!
Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms Arrayed against the ever-living Gods?
‘ IEaea, the island of Circe. 2 The vi er was the armorial device of the Visconti, tyrants of ilan.
The crash and darkness of a thousand storms
ligions And lawless slaveries,—down the aerial regions Of the white Alps, desolating, 141
Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, Trampling our columned cities into dust,
Their dull and savage lust
On Beauty’s corse to sickness satiating
They come! The fields they tread look black and hoary IVith fire—from their red feet the streams run
Great Spirit, deepest Love! Which rulest and dost move :50 All things which live and are, within the Italian shore; 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
The sunbeams and the showers distil its foison From the Earth's bosom chill; O bid those beams be each a blinding brand Of lightning! bid those showers be dews of poison | Bid the Earth's plenty kill! 16o Bid thy bright Heaven above, Whilst light and darkness bound it, Be their tomb who planned To make it ours and thine! Or, with thine harmonizing ardours fill And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone horizon Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire— Be man's high hope and unextinct desire The instrument to work thy will divine! A Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from f leopards, 17o And frowns and fears from Thee, Would not more swiftly flee Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shepherds.— Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine Thou yieldest or withholdest, Oh let be This city of thy worship ever free! .
I. THE fiery mountains answer each other; Their thunderings are echoed from zone to Zone; The tempestuous oceans awake one another, And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne, When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown.