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XLVI.

That page is now before me, and on mine
His country's ruin added to the mass

Of perish'd states he mourn'd in their decline,
And I in desolation: all that was

Of then destruction is; and now, alas!

Rome Rome imperial, bows her to the storm; In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form, 24

Wrecks of another world, whose ashes still are warm.

XLVII.

Yet, Italy! through every other land

Thy wrongs should ring, and shall, from side to side;

Mother of Arts! as once of arms; thy hand Was then our guardian, and is still our guide; Parent of our Religion! whom the wide Nations have knelt to for the keys of heaven! Europe, repentant of her parricide,

Shall yed redeem thee, and, all backward driven, Roll the barbarian tide, and sue to be forgiven.

XLVIII. But Arno wins, us to the fair white walls, Where the Etrurian Athens claims and keeps A softer feeling for her fairy halls. Girt by her theatre of hills, she reaps Her corn, and wine, and oil, and Plenty leaps To laughing life, with her redundant horn. Along the banks where smiling Arno sweeps Was modern Luxury of Commerce horn, And buried Learning rose, redeem'd to a new morn.

XLIX. There, too, the Goddess loves in stone, and fille 25 The air around with beauty; we inhale The ambrosial aspect, which, beheld, instils Part of its immortality; the veil Of heaven is half undrawn; within the pale We stand, and in that form and face behold What Mind can make, when Nature's self would

fail; And to the fond idolaters of old Envy the innate flash which such a soulcould mould:

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and know not where,

away,

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We gaze and turn
Dazzled and drunk with beauty, till the heart
Reels with its fulness; there for ever there—
Chain'd to the chariot of triumphal Art,

We stand as captives, and would not depart.
Away!-there need no words, nor terms precise,
The paltry jargon of the marble mart,
Where Pedantry gulls Folly we have eyes:
Blood-pulse- and breast, confirm the Dardan Shep-

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herd's prize.

LI.

Appear'dst thou not to Paris in this guise? Or to more deeply blest Anchises? or, In all thy perfect goddess-ship; when lies Before thee thy own vanquish'd Lord of War? And gazing in thy face as toward a star, Laid on thy lap, his eyes to thee upturn, Feeding on thy sweet cheek! 26 while thy lips are With lava kisses melting while they burn, Shower'd on his eyelids, brow, and mouth, as from án urn!

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Glowing, and circumfused in speechless love,
Their full divinity inadequate

That feeling to express, or to improve,

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The gods become as mortals, and man's fate
Has moments like their brightest; but the weight
Of earth recoils upon us; let it go!
We can recal such visions, and create,
From what has been, or might be, things which
grow

Into thy statue's form, and look like gods below.

LIII.

I leave to learned fingers, and wise hands,

The artist and his ape, to teach and tell

How well his connoisseurship understands

The gracefull bend, and the voluptuous swell: Let these describe the undescribable:

I would not their vile breath should crisp the stream

Wherein that image shall for ever dwell;
The unruffled mirror of the loveliest dream
That ever left the sky on the deep soul to bean.

LIV.

In Sancta Croce's holy precincts lie 7
Ashes which make it holier, dust which is

Even in itself an immortality,

Though there were nothing save the past, and this,
The particle of those sublimities
Which have relaps'd to chaos:
Angelo's, Alfieri's bones, and his, 28
The starry Galileo, with his woes;

here repose

Here Machiavelli's earth, return'd to whence it rose.29

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LV.

These are four minds, which, like the elements,
Might furnish forth creation: Italy!
Time, which hath wrong'd thee with ten thousand

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rents

Of thine imperial garment, shall deny, And hath denied, to every other sky, Spirits which soar from ruin; thy decay Is still impregnate with divinity, Which gilds it with revivifying ray; Such as the great of yore, Canova is to-day.

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