Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1826-09-15
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rKoM THE CHARLESTON COURIER.

FRoN THE CHARLESTON COURIER
From 81 yIcal and other Poems Ivy WILLIAM G. SIMMs
Jr. now IN tie Press.
Cctjus .'!aritis, amid he ruins of Carthage.
Unbound, but over,hrown, tie Roman Law,
Amidst the ruins by his made;
Yet couquerd mott proud str, a the day
When humbcd Carthage by his might nersway
Succunbd; and meath her great Queen Riva! ieii,
Proud in her downfall, as the sun
SLOW sinking meath the desert mountain dun,
Leaves faut lingering TAIN TO nisht,to tell
That in his Hight was glory
Can ye trace
Aught in his look rccompense disgrace?
Slow DER ruins rnund,hi dark eye steals.
And much of Heaven, aud all Of He'll reveals!
Whilst fierce conflicting passions, born to queA
The muller fires of yitue in it dwell:
Prompt consume, and iceming not to spare,
And tearing those Who taught him how to tear
From human ties and reliugs-ap;t I" say,
Thirsty gladiator for his pIey--
And needing but the Sliambies To repay
The debt of hatc--whilst pale Remembrance wakes
l.cycnsy's red boar tusk that nothing sakc>;
Not even the parting sigh wen ceiling fond heart hfeas
Come read We Ministers OF Fate the lore
That fills the dark eye of the iend We bore.
Scan the fierce viper glance, that fails to strike
Till it musc friend and foe alike
1nthe wide ruin that its mercy degns
Yet pausng-ior Revenge prolorgs its pains
Whilst nature cruel 10 itself can still
Afford one groan to sut The heart OF III!
He speaks not silent as the columns round
But there's languag &c, borne without Il Souna.
4 voice, whose ,Lunders tho uuheaid, still lily
From the red lishtnings of the deep fixed eye
Such of yore before the Persian came,
A glowing speech, in characters OF flame
The cloud, the fash, whose language tho unknown
Is felt, and understood to either zone.
And well lac, who thai itul gaze,
Pronounce the secret, that it still betravs:
There Fear, shall shudlerinG- Yicw his settled state,
And Vengeance come, 10 aid the work OF Hate!
There is mark of dcsola,on-whcre
Nature, convusvc, features forth Despair
What is the of the gorgeous hall
Upreard by mau-whcn man DEGREES its illl'
Why sigh DER spiendor that, as man has made
Frail as himself is dnomI like to adr'
What is the hope that youthful lancieS rear.
Born i'll dream, aud nursei by haggard Gaze?
What are these runs 'mongst the wrecks vi art,
To that great IuiGd SIiiEe-le human heart:
Tomorrow, he who now supiurly sits.
Whilst many Il shadowy form that round him hts
VIII grow into reality-anG rouse
The demon Hate, and his more fearful spouse
Revenge: who like tigress robbie Of young,
And By the sharp steel of the hunter ~,
Elindet will upon her foes and though
She dies at length, will die fearful! foe;
Wound after wound, it is her lot to gam;
Bot Rage new nerves, aud deaGcns all her pain.
Her foe, at length, tho victor in the sirite
Retains the field, bat with loses liz.
Ambition long uusa,e,l, link d with Hate.
Queen Of the Worlds denote thy fearful fate!
Long did thy realm supremacy oud disdain
The tyrantS homage, as thou spUrn st his chain
Great in thyseli and conscious of thy sway,
AS wide extended as the march Of day;
Thy halls, where peace had lade the artist rca:
The sculpturd marLlc in proportions fair,
Genius aud Art c0mn,iug'irg -amd The hA,d
vi meh-oi gods, c"njoind {" bless thy LAM.
darker hour i, ihine--ihc heath hounds wake
feariu Cry-onot reused, they never Sake
Their qGench!ess thirst, iii. tiny palriciau blood
Has well cnrichd the humber pebsian Hood.
Nor such distinction shall the spuiler know,
Except To curse the former with his blew.
Or, with 4 smile cf scnrn, his vengeance stav,
TIL lie can lear, how best the HEART to slav:
godlike hatred, never strikes the form
That were but ira np!ing the tepI worm
Oh, no! the parent shall destroy the son
Aud feel It's heaTt-Strngs break-and s,iu-lige or!
morrow shalt thou morrow-ves
fearful morrow not i'll lonemess-
TO. hifeling slaves amol g thy halls shalt tread
And The foul jachai p.ey among the dead!
Thy sage, and venerable heads-that baCe
The savage Gaul retreat, repelld afaid,
Bencath a wilder savage, their DOOM
And Rome shall be their saushter-house ami tomb.
Tomorrow shall these ruins be alone
By him--who makes un for his throne:
And thou, oh Rome, be doonl'G for ave to know
No change more fearful than a friend to foe
Destined, TO perish, by thy native pride
Slain by ihyself-thou mighty Suicide.
.3ncisat Rome