The Wilmingtonian., 1823-10-16
Yhe Age OF BronZe,
LORENZO.
BY LORD BYRON.
Concluded.

Ut turIl 10 SAIL between lllOSt SHullHE rOCkS,
The new symplegades-the crushing Stocks.
3 where Midas might again his wish behold
In zeal paper or imagined gold
Thai magic palace of Aicna shows
More wealth than Britain ever had to lose,
Were all her atoms Of plcavened ore,
And all her pebbles from Pactolus' shore.
There Fortune plays, while rumour holds thu
stake,
And the world trembes TO bid brokers break,
Eop rich is Britain not indeed in mines,
orpeace, or plenty, corn, or oil, or vines;
4 No land cfCsnaan, full Of milk and honey,
Nor (sayc in paper sheckels) ready money:
But let not to own the truth refuse,
Was ever Christian land SO rich IN Jews!
Thos- parted with their teeth to good king John
And now, ,e kings, they kindly draw your own /;
All ltaes, all things, al sovereigns they control
!, Ai9 waA laar "f,,e ludu. TO the Pale"
The el-broker-baroh-bp speed
40 aid these bankrupt tyrants in their need.
Nor these alone; Columbia feels 10 less
Fresh speculatons follow each success
Anl phl4nthropic Israel deigns to drain
Her mild percentage from exhausted Spain.
XVI
Strange sight this Congress destined to unite
All that's mcongruous, al that's opposite.
speak not Of the oyereigns-they're alike,
Z A Common com ever mint could strike
But those who sway the puppets pull the strings
Have mote OF motley tfIdt tteIr heavy kings
Jews, authors generals, charlAtans, combine,
Whiie Europe wonders at the vast design;
There Metternich, powers foremost parasite,
ELL tI.. Nf,lI. T. A.
There Cnateaubriandfurmsn books Of martyrs
And subtle Greeks intrigue Tor stupid Tartars;
There Montmorency, the sworn foe to charters
fuins dpomatlst Of great eclat,
TO furnish articles for the "Dcbtas;"
~ war so certaln--yct not quite so sure
AS Ids dismissal III the " Monteur"
Alas how could his cabinet thus err
Car reacc DC worth an Ultra Minister
He taiis ludeed, parhsps to rise again
~ Almost as quickly as he conquered Spain"
XVII.
Enough Of this--a sight more mouniul woos
The a'erted eye of the reluctant Muse.
The imperial daughter, tIie imperial bride,
The imperial victim--sacrfce to pride;
The mother Of the hero's hope, the boy,
The young AstyanaX Of modern Troy;
The still pale shadow Of the loitiest queen
hat earth has yet 10 see, or c'er hath seen;
she hits amidst the phantoms of the hour,
The theme of pity, and the wreck of power.
oh, cruel mockery Could not Austria spare
A daushterl What did Frances widow there
Her filter place was by ST. Helcn's wave,
fer only throne is in Napoleon's grave,
Apt, no,-she still must hold petty reign,
Flanked by her formidable chamberlain;
The marital Argus, whose not hundred eyes
Must watch her through these paltry pageantries
What though she share no more and shared in
vain,
\ sway surprising that of ofCharlemagne,
winch swept from Moscow to the Southern seas,
fet STILL she rules the pastoral realm ofcheese.
Where Parma views the traveller resort
& 1o note the trappings of her mimic court.
3 hut she appears! Verona sees her shorn
VI all her beams--while nations gaze and mourn.
Erc yet her husbands ashes have had time
We chill IL their inhospitable cl.me
Nf ere those awful ashes can grow cold =
a Aut MOTHER tmbers soon will burst the mould,
Nc comes !-tlie Andromache (but not Ra,ine,s
n OF Homers's) 10 ON pyrrhus' arm she leans
@Aes the right arm, yet red from Waterloo.
Which cut her lords half shattered sceptre
e# through,
Il offered and accepted Could slave
~ moe or less ?-and he in his new grave!
Ter eye. her cheek, betrsy no inward strife,
nd The EX-Empress grows as Ex wife
I much for human ties in royal breasts
ny spare mems feelings, when their own are
tests.