is critical essays have appeared generally in the Nuova Antologia,
and embrace among the more recent a history and discussion of Tasso's
'Aminta,' and the 'Ancient Pastoral Poetry': a preface to the
translation by Sanfelice of Shelley's 'Prometheus'; the 'Torrismondo'
of Tasso: 'Italian Life in the Fifteenth Century,' etc. Eight 'Odes'
of Carducci have been translated into Latin by Adolfo Gandiglo of
Ravenna, and published by Calderini of that city in 1894.

[Illustration: _HOMER._

THE BLIND POET.

Photogravure from a Painting by W. A. Bouguereau.]

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Translations from Frank Sewall's 'Giosue Carducci and the
Hellenic Reaction in Italy' and 'Carducci and the Classic
Realism.' By permission of Dodd, Mead and Company, copyright
1892.

ROMA

From the 'Poesie'

Give to the wind thy locks; all glittering
Thy sea-blue eyes, and thy white bosom bared.
Mount to thy chariot, while in speechless roaring
Terror and Force before thee clear the way!
The shadow of thy helmet, like the flashing
Of brazen star, strikes through the trembling air.
The dust of broken empires, cloud-like rising,
Follows the awful rumbling of thy wheels.
So once, O Rome, beheld the conquered nations
Thy image, object of their ancient dread.[A]
To-day a mitre they would place upon
Thy head, and fold a rosary between
Thy hands. O name! again to terrors old
Awake the tired ages and the world!

[A] The allusion is to the figure of 'Roma' as seen on ancient
coins.

HOMER

From the 'Levia Gravia'

And from the savage Urals to the plain
A new barbarian folk shall send alarms,
The coast of Agenorean Thebes again
Be waked with sound of chariots and of arms;
And Rome shall fall; and Tiber's current drain
The nameless lands of long deserted farms:
But thou like Hercules shalt still remain,
Untouched by fiery Etna's deadly charms;
And with thy youthful temples, laurel-crowned,
Shalt rise to the eternal Form's embrace
Whose unveiled smile all earliest was thine;
And till the Alps to gulfing sea give place,
By Latin shore or on Achaean ground,
Like heaven's sun shalt thou, O Homer, shine!

IN A GOTHIC CHURCH

From the 'Poesie'

They rise aloft, marching in awful file,
The polished shafts immense of marble gray,
And in the sacred darkness seem to be
An army o