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p blue sky of Rome, And looking to the stars: they had contained A Spirit which with these would find a home, The last of those who o'er the whole earth reigned, The Roman Globe--for, after, none sustained, But yielded back his conquests:--he was more Than a mere Alexander, and, unstained With household blood and wine, serenely wore His sovereign virtues--still we Trajan's[489] name adore. CXII. Where is the rock of Triumph,[490] the high place Where Rome embraced her heroes?--where the steep Tarpeian?--fittest goal of Treason's race, The Promontory whence the Traitor's Leap[oj] Cured all ambition?[491] Did the conquerors heap Their spoils here? Yes; and in yon field below, A thousand years of silenced factions sleep-- The Forum, where the immortal accents glow, And still the eloquent air breathes-burns with Cicero![ok][492] CXIII. The field of Freedom--Faction--Fame--and Blood: Here a proud people's passions were exhaled, From the first hour of Empire in the bud To that when further worlds to conquer failed; But long before had Freedom's face been veiled, And Anarchy assumed her attributes; Till every lawless soldier who assailed Trod on the trembling Senate's slavish mutes, Or raised the venal voice of baser prostitutes. CXIV. Then turn we to her latest Tribune's name, From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee, Redeemer of dark centuries of shame-- The friend of Petrarch--hope of Italy-- Rienzi! last of Romans![493] While the tree Of Freedom's withered trunk puts forth a leaf, Even for thy tomb a garland let it be-- The Forum's champion, and the people's chief-- Her new-born Numa thou--with reign, alas! too brief. CXV. Egeria! sweet creation of some heart[27.H.] Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art Or wert,--a young Aurora of the air, The nympholepsy[494] of some fond despair--[ol] Or--it might be--a Beauty of the earth, Who found a more than common Votary there Too much adoring--whatsoe'er thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful Thought, and softly bodied forth.
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