And rouse th' inspiring soul of song And bid the voice, whose murmurs deep The still small voice of conscience-die, On his pale brow dejection lowers, But that from music's power shall fly; Away, vain dream !-on Otho's brow, Around him throng his guests dismay'd, Then rush'd that haughty child of song, Dark Guido, through the awe-struck throng. Fill'd with a strange delirious light, His kindling eye shone wildly bright; And on the sufferer's mien awhile Gazing with stern vindictive smile, A feverish glow of triumph dyed His burning cheek, while thus he cried :"Yes! these are death-pangs-on thy brow Is set the seal of vengeance now! Oh! well was mix'd the deadly draught, They are but guerdons meet from me! "Deem'st thou my mind of reason void? The secret of thy doom to tell, "He died, and I was changed-my soul, I saw each brighter hope o'erthrown, "Ye that around me shuddering stand, Ye chiefs and princes of the land! Mourn ye a guilty monarch's doom? Ye wept not o'er the patriot's tomb ! He sleeps unhonour'd-yet be mine To share his low, neglected shrine. His soul with freedom finds a home, His grave is that of glory-Rome! Are not the great of old with her, That city of the sepulchre? Lead me to death! and let me share, The slumbers of the mighty there!" The day departs-that fearful day Fades in calm loveliness away: From purple heavens its lingering beam With glowing light, as clear and still Like the wild billows as they sweep, THE LAST BANQUET OF ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. ["Antony, concluding that he could not die more honourably than in battle, determined to attack Cæsar at the same time both by sea and land. The night preceding the execution of this design, he ordered his servants at supper to render him their best services that evening, and fill the wine round plentifully, for the day following they might belong to another master, whilst he lay extended on the ground, no longer of consequence either to them or to himself. His friends were affected, and wept to hear him talk thus; which when he perceived, he encouraged them by assurances that his expectations of a glorious victory were at least equal to those of an honourable death. At the dead of night, when universal silence reigned through the city—a silence that was deepened by the awful thought of the ensuing day-on a sudden was heard the sound of musical instruments, and a noise which resembled the exclamations of Bacchanals. This tumultuous procession seemed to pass through the whole city, and to go out at the gate which led to the enemy's camp. Those who reflected on this prodigy concluded that Bacchus, the god whom Antony affected to imitate, had then forsaken him."— LANGHORNE'S Plutarch.] THY foes had girt thee with their dread array, But thou, enchantress queen! whose love hath made His desolation-thou art by his side, In all thy sovereignty of charms array'd, To meet the storm with still unconquer'd pride. Imperial being! e'en though many a stain Of error be upon thee, there is power Thine aspect, all impassion'd, wears a light With the deep glow of feverish energy. And the stern courage by such musings lent, With all the majesty of mighty woes : Thy fallen Roman, gazes on thee yet, Till scarce the soul that once exulting soar'd Can deem the day-star of its glory set; Scarce his charm'd heart believes that power can be In sovereign fate, o'er him thus fondly loved by thee. But there is sadness in the eyes around, Which mark that ruin'd leader, and survey His changeful mien, whence oft the gloom profound Strange triumph chases haughtily away. "Fill the bright goblet, warrior guests!" he cries; "Quaff, ere we part, the generous nectar deep! Ere sunset gild once more the western skies Your chief in cold forgetfulness may sleep; While sounds of revel float o'er shore and sea, And the red bowl again is crown'd-but not for me. 1 Cleopatra made a collection of poisonous drugs, and being desirous to know which was least painful in the operation, she tried them on the capital convicts. Such poisons as were quick in their operation, she found to be attended with violent pain and convulsions; such as were milder were slow in their effect: she therefore applied herself to the examination of venomous creatures; and at length she found that the bite of the asp was the most eligible kind of death, for it brought on a gradual kind of lethargy.-See PLUTARCH. "Yet weep not thus. The struggle is not o'er, O victors of Philippi! many a field Hath yielded palms to us: one effort more! By one stern conflict must our doom be seal'd. Forget not, Romans! o'er a subject world How royally your eagle's wing hath spread, Though, from his eyrie of dominion hurl'd, Now bursts the tempest on his crested head! Yet sovereign still, if banish'd from the sky, The sun's indignant bird, he must not droop-but die." The feast is o'er. "Tis night, the dead of nightUnbroken stillness broods o'er earth and deep; From Egypt's heaven of soft and starry light The moon looks cloudless o'er a world of sleep. For those who wait the morn's awakening beams, Wake, slumberers! wake! Hark! heard ye not a sound Of gathering tumult?-Near and nearer still Its murmur swells. Above, below, around, Bursts a strange chorus forth, confused and shrill. Wake, Alexandria! through thy streets the tread These are no mortal sounds-their thrilling strain Hath more mysterious power, and birth more high; And the deep horror chilling every vein 2To-morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeless sword; despair and die!' ALARIC IN ITALY. [After describing the conquest of Greece and Italy by the German and Scythian hordes united under the command of Alaric, the historian of The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire thus proceeds :-" Whether fame, or conquest, or 1 riches, were the object of Alaric, he pursued that object with an indefatigable ardour, which could neither be quelled by adversity nor satiated by success. No sooner had he reached the extreme land of Italy, than he was attracted by the neighbouring prospect of a fair and peaceful island. Yet even the possession of Sicily he considered only as an intermediate step to the important expedition which he already meditated against the continent of Africa. The straits of Rhegium and Messina are twelve miles in length, and, in the narrowest passage, about one mile and a half broad; and the fabulous monsters of the deep-the rocks of Scylla and the whirlpool of Charybdis could terrify none but the most timid and unskilful mariners: yet, as soon as the first division of the Goths had embarked, a sudden tempest arose, which sunk or scattered many of the transports. Their courage was daunted by the terrors of a new element; and the whole design was defeated by the premature death of Alaric, which fixed, after a short illness, the fatal term of his conquests. The ferocious character of the barbarians was displayed in the funeral of a hero, whose valour and fortune they celebrated with mournful applause. By the labour of a captive multitude, they forcibly diverted the course of the Busentinus, a small river that washes the walls of Consentia. The royal sepulchre, adorned with the splendid spoils and trophies of Rome, was constructed in the vacant bed; the waters were then restored to their natural channel, and the secret spot where the remains of Alaric had been deposited was for ever concealed by the inhuman massacre of the prisoners who had been employed to execute the work."-Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, vol. v. p. 329.] 1 HEARD ye the Gothic trumpet's blast? The birth-place of heroic time; Nor heard the voice whose pleading cries 1 After the taking of Athens by Sylla, "though such Jumbers were put to the sword, there were as many who laid violent hands upon themselves in grief for their sinking country. What reduced the best men among them to this despair of finding any mercy or moderate terms for Athens, was the well-known cruelty of Sylla: yet, partly by the intercession of Midias and Calliphon, and the exiles who threw themselves at his feet-partly by the entreaties of the senators who attended him in that expedition, and being himself satiated with blood besides, he was at last prevailed upon to stop his hand; and in compliment to the ancient Athenians, he said, 'he forgave the many for the sake of the few, the living for the dead."-PLUTARCH. And woke they not-the brave, the free, But was there none for thee to dare Oh, who shall tell the days to be Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast? The march of hosts as Alaric pass'd? That fearful sound, at midnight deep,2 Burst on the Eternal City's sleep :How woke the mighty? She whose will So long had bid the world be still, Her sword a sceptre, and her eye Th' ascendant star of destiny! She woke to view the dread array Of Scythians rushing to their prey, To hear her streets resound the cries Pour'd from a thousand agonies! While the strange light of flames, that gave A ruddy glow to Tiber's wave, Bursting in that terrific hour From fane and palace, dome and tower, Reveal'd the throngs, for aid divine, Clinging to many a worshipp'd shrine : Fierce fitful radiance wildly shed O'er spear and sword, with carnage red, Shone o'er the suppliant and the flying, And kindled pyres for Romans dying. Weep, Italy! alas, that e'er Should tears alone thy wrongs declare! 2" At the hour of midnight the Salarian gate was silently opened, and the inhabitants were awakened by the tremendous sound of the Gothic trumpet. Eleven hundred and sixty-three years after the foundation of Rome, the imperial city, which had subdued and civilised so considerable a portion of mankind, was delivered to the licentious fury of the tribes of Germany and Scythia."-Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, vol. v. p. 311. The time hath been when thy distress Ye who on bright Campania's shore For them the southern heaven is glowing, And rude his hand which dares deface Arouse ye from your soft delights! Chieftains the war-note's call invites; 1 The plane-tree was much cultivated among the Romans, on account of its extraordinary shade; and they used to nourish it with wine instead of water, believing (as Sir W. Temple observes) that "this tree loved that liquor as well as those who used to drink it under its shade."-See the notes to MELMOTH'S Pliny. And other lands must yet be won, Is then that daring spirit fled? Doth Alaric slumber with the dead? Tamed are the warrior's pride and strength, And he and earth are calm at length. The land where heaven unclouded shines, Where sleep the sunbeams on the vines; The land by conquest made his own, Can yield him now-a grave alone. But his-her lord from Alp to seaNo common sepulchre shall be ! Oh, make his tomb where mortal eye Its buried wealth may ne'er descry! Where mortal foot may never tread Above a victor-monarch's bed. Let not his royal dust be hid 'Neath star-aspiring pyramid; Nor bid the gather'd mound arise, To bear his memory to the skies. Years roll away-oblivion claims Her triumph o'er heroic names; And hands profane disturb the clay That once was fired with glory's ray; And Avarice, from their secret gloom, Drags e'en the treasures of the tomb. But thou, O leader of the free! That general doom awaits not thee: Thou, where no step may e'er intrude, Shalt rest in regal solitude, Till, bursting on thy sleep profound, The Awakener's final trumpet sound. Turn ye the waters from their course, Bid Nature yield to human force, 1 Sicily was anciently considered as the favoured and pecur liar dominion of Ceres. |