CX. Italia! too, Italia! looking on thee, Full flashes on the soul the light of ages, Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still CXI. Thus far have I proceeded in a theme Is a stern task of soul:-No matter,-it is taught. CXII. And for these words, thus woven into song, It I stood and stand alone,-remember'd or forgot. CXIII. I have not loved the world, nor the world me; Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, CXIV. I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which arehthings, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues whic are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;† "If it be thus, *For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind."-MACBETH.-B. TIt is said by Rochefoucault, that there is always something in the misfortunes of men's best friends not displeasing to them."-B, That two, or one, are almost what they seem.- CXV. My daughter! with thy name this song begun- CXVI. To aid thy mind's development, to watch And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,- I know not what is there, yet something like to this. CXVII. Yet, though dull Hate as duty should be taught, Though the grave closed between us,-'twere the same, My blood from out thy being were an aim, And an attainment,-all would be in vain,— Still thou would'st love me, still that more than life retain CXVIII. The child of love,-though born in bitterness, As, with a sigh, I deem thou might'st have been to me ODE TO NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. "Expende Annibalem :-quot libras in duce summo Invenies ?" JUVENAL, Sat. x. "The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, by the Italians, and by the provincials of Gaul; his moral virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and those who derived any private benefit from his government announced in prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity. By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and an Exile, till- "-GIBBON'S Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p., 220. "TIS done-but yesterday a King! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Since he, miscalled the Morning Star, Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind With might unquestion'd,-power to save,- To those that worshipp'd thee; Thanks for that lesson-it will teach Than high philosophy can preach, That led them to adore Those Pagod things of sabre sway, The triumph and the vanity, The sword, the sceptre, and that sway All quell'd!-Dark Spirit! what must be The Desolator desolate! The victor overthrown! That with such change can calmly cope? To die a prince-or live a slave- He who of old would rend the oak,t Chain'd by the trunk he vainly broke- Thou, in the sternness of thy strength, The Romant when his burning heart His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld abandon'd power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway A strict accountant of his beads, A subtle disputant on creeds, Yet better had he neither known A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne. But thou-from thy reluctant hand "Certaminis gaudia,"-the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons given in Cassiodorus.-B. † Milo, Sylla,-B. § Charles V., Emperor of Germany. Too late thou leav'st the high command It is enough to grieve the heart To see thine own unstrung; To think that God's fair world hath been And Earth hath spilt her blood for him. And Monarchs bow'd the trembling limb, If thou hadst died as honour dies, Weighed in the balance, hero dust Thy scales, Mortality! are just But yet methought the living great Some higher sparks should animate, To dazzle and dismay : Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirth Of these the Conquerors of the earth. And she, proud Austria's mournful flower,* Thy still imperial bride; How bears her breast the torturing hour? Still clings she to thy side? Must she too bend, must she too share Thou throneless Homicide? If still she loves thee, hoard that gem; Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,t That element may meet thy smile- Maria Louisa. The island of Elba, in the Mediterranean, |