XLVIII. Beneath these battlements, within those walls, Than mightier heroes of a longer date. [have? What want these outlaws 10 conquerors should But History's purchased page to call them great? A wider space, an ornamented grave? LIV. And he had learned to love,-I know not why, Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full In him this glow'd when all beside had ceased to LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound; Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid, Our enemy's-but let not that forbid Honor to Marceau! o'er whose early tomb Tears, big tears, gush'd from the rough soldier's lid, Lamenting and yet envying such a doom, Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume. LVII. Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose; For he was freedom's champion, one of those, The few in number, who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons; he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.12 LVIII. Here Ehrenbreitstein, 13 with her shatter'd wall Black with the miner's blast, upon her height Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball Rebounding idly on her strength did light: A tower of victory! from whence the flight Of baffled foes was watch'd along the plain; But Peace destroy'd what war could never blight, And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rainOn which the iron shower for years had pour'd in vain. LIX. Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning hosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year. LX. Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu! There can be no farewell to scene like thine; The mind is color'd by thy every hue; And if reluctantly the eyes resign Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine! "Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise; More mighty spots may rise-more glaring shine, But none unite in one attaching maze The brilliant, fair, and soft,-the glories of old days. LXI. The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen, The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between, The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been, In mockery of man's art; and these withal A race of faces happy as the scene, Whose fertile bounties here extend to all, Still springing o'er thy banks, though Empires near them fall, And there-oh! sweet and sacred be the name!Julia-the daughter, the devoted-gave Her youth to Heaven; her heart, beneath a claim Nearest to Heaven's, broke o'er a father's grave. Justice is sworn 'gainst tears, and hers would crave The life she lived in, but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save. Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.16 LXVII. But these are deeds which should not pass away, And names that must not wither, though the earth Forgets her empires with a just decay, [birth; The enslavers and the enslaved, their death and The high, the mountain-majesty of worth Should be, and shall, survivor of its wo, And from its immortality look forth In the sun's face, like yonder Alpine snow,17 Imperishably pure beyond all things below. Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er The which to gain and keep, he sacrificed all rest. shall be. LXXI. Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth only for its earthly sake? LXXVII. Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and XCII. And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, XCIII. And this is in the night :-Most glorious night! XCIV. Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way Heights which appear as lovers who have parted Tho' in their souls, which thus each other thwarted XCV. Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way XCVIII. The morn is up again, the dewy morn, Much, that may give us pause, if ponder'd fittingly. XCIX. Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep Love, sought In them a refuge from the worldly shocks, Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos, then mocks. C. Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod, CI. All things are here of him; from the black pines, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein Offering to him, and his, a populous solitude. lurk'd. XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye! Of what in me is sleepless,-if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests! is the goal? CII. A populous solitude of bees and birds, And fairy-form'd and many-color'd things, [words, Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high Mingling, and made by Love, unto one mighty end. nest? XCVII. Could I embody and unbosom now, That which is most within me,-could I wreak All that I would have sought, and all I seek, [sword. CIII. He who hath loved not, here would learn that lore, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a With the immortal lights, in its eternity' |