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Over the oracular woods and divine sea
Prophesyings which grew articulate— 5o
They seize me—I must speak them—be they
fate |
STROPHE a. 1.

Naples ! thou Heart of men which ever pantest
Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven!
Elysian City which to calm enchantest
The mutinous air and sea: they round thee,
eWen
As sleep round Love, are driven!
Metropolis of a ruined Paradise
Long lost, late won, and yet but half re-
gained !
Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice,
Which armèd Victory offers up unstained 60
To Love, the flower-enchained !
Thou which wert once, and then didst cease
to be,
Now art, and henceforth ever shalt be, free,
If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can avail,
Hail, hail, all hail! -

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!
Hail, hail, all hail !

ANTISTROPHE a.

What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blas-
pheme
Freedom and thee? thy shield is as a mirror
To make their blind slaves see, and with fierce
gleam
To turn his hungry sword upon the wearer; 80
- A new Actaeon’s error
Shall theirs have been—devoured by their own
hounds!
Be thou like the imperial Basilisk
Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds!
Gaze on oppression, till at that dread risk
Aghast she pass from the Earth’s disk:
Fear not, but gaze—for freemen mightier grow,
And slaves more feeble, gazing on their foe;
If Hope and Truth and Justice may avail,
Thou shalt be great.—Al1 hail! 9o

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!

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ANTISTROPHE a. y.

Didst thou not start to hear Spain’s thrilling
paean
From land to land re-echoed solemnly,
Till silence became music? From the ZEaaan‘
To the cold Alps, eternal Italy .
Starts to hear thine ! The Sea
Which paves the desert streets of Venice laughs
In light and music ; widowed Genoa wan
By moonlight spells ancestral epitaphs,
Murmuring, where is Doria? fair Milan, no
Within whose veins long ran
The viper’s ’ palsying venom, lifts her heel
To bruise his head. The signal and the seal
(If Hope and Truth and Justice can avail)
Art Thou of all these hopes.—O hail !

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!

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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
Bursting their inaccessible abodes 130
Of crags and thunder-clouds? )/
See ye the banners blazoned to the day,
Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride?
Dissonant threats kill Silence far away;
The serene Heaven which wraps our Eden
wide
With iron light is dyed ;
The Anarchs of the North lead forth their
legions
Like Chaos o’er creation, uncreating ;
An hundred tribes nourished on strange re-

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 firefrom their red feet the streams run

gory !
EPODE II. a.

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! .

LIBERTY.

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.

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