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4. I see before me the Gladiator* lie:
He leans upon his hand-his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena' swims around him-he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
5. He heard it, but he heeded not-his eyes
All this rush'd with his blood-Shall he expire
6. A ruin-yet what ruin! from its mass
And marvel where the spoil could have appear'd.
When the colossal fabric's form is near'd;
It will not bear the brightness of the day,
Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft
7. But when the rising moon begins to climb
8. "While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall
Rome and her Ruin past Redemption's skill, The World, the same wide den-of thieves, or what ye
THE VOICE OF SPRING.
1. I COME, I come! ye have call'd me long-
2. I have breathed on the South, and the chestnut flowers
3. I have look'd on the hills of the stormy North,
And the reindeer bounds o'er the pastures free,
And the moss looks soft where my foot hath been.
4. I have sent through the woodpaths a glowing sigh,
5. From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain,
6. Come forth, O ye children of gladness! come! Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-lip and dew-bright eye,
And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly!
With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine-I may not stay.
7. Away from the dwellings of care-worn men,
8. But ye!-ye are changed since ye met me last!
9. Ye are changed, ye are changed!—and I see not here
All whom I saw in the vanish'd year!
There were graceful heads with their ringlets bright,
10. There were steps that flew o'er the cowslip's head, As if for a banquet all earth were spread;
There were voices that rang through the sapphire sky,
And had not a sound of mortality!
Are they gone? is their mirth from the mountains pass'd ?
Ye have looked on death since ye met me last!
11. I know whence the shadow comes o'er you nowYe have strewn the dust on the sunny brow!
Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace-
12. They are gone from amongst you, the
young and Ye have lost the gleam of their shining hair! But I know of a land where there falls no blight— I shall find them there, with their eyes of light! Where Death midst the blooms of the morn may dwell,
I tarry no longer-farewell, farewell;
13. The summer is coming, on soft winds borneYe may press the grape, ye may bind the corn! For me, I depart to a brighter shore
Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more:
Fare ye well,
THE DEFENCE OF THE ROMAN BRIDGE (1).
[To understand the following ballad you must fancy it sung by a Roman about 120 years after the war which it celebrates, and just before the taking of Rome by the Gauls. The singer is supposed to be an honest citizen, proud of the military glory of his country, and much given to pining after the good old times. The story describes the attack on the city of Rome by Lars