Oh! jailer, haste that fate to tell; He smiles in scorn, and turns the key; "Tis sure some dream What! I, the child of rank and wealth, Am I the wretch who clanks this chain, Bereft of freedom, friends, and health? Ah! while I dwell on blessings fled, Which never more my heart must glad, How aches my heart, how burns my head; But 't is not mad; no, 't is not mad. Hast thou, my child, forgot, ere this, A mother's face, a mother's tongue? She'll ne'er forget your parting kiss, Nor round her neck how fast you clung; Nor how with her you sued to stay ; Nor how that suit your sire forbade ; Nor how I'll drive such thoughts away! They'll make me mad, they'll make me mad His rosy lips, how sweet they smiled! His mild blue eyes, how bright they shone! None ever bore a lovelier child: And art thou now forever gone? Oh! hark! what mean those yells and cries? He comes! I see his glaring eyes; Now, now, my dungeon-grate he shakes Oh! fearful woe, Such screams to hear, such sights to see! Your task is done - I'm mad! I'm mad! CCXXVIII. RIENZI TO THE ROMANS. RIENDS! FRIEND I come not here to talk. The story of our thraldom. Ye know too well The bright sun rises to his course, and lights Lewis. Rich in some dozen paltry villages; In that strange spell a name! Each hour, dark fraud Or open rapine, or protected murder, Cries out against them. But this very day, An honest man, my neighbor, there he stands He tossed not high his ready cap in air, The stain away in blood? men, and wash not Such shames are common. I have known deeper wrongs. I, that speak to ye, I had a brother once, a gracious boy, Full of all gentleness, of calmest hope, Of sweet and quiet joy; there was the look For vengeance! Rouse, ye Romans! Rouse, ye slaves! To see them die! Have ye fair daughters? - Look To see them live, torn from your arms, distained, Why in that elder day to be Yet, this is Rome, Was greater than a King! And once again Of either Brutus ! once again I swear The Eternal City shall be free! Miss Mitford. |