Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1832-08-27
pOETICAL.
From GrihiH's Rcmatns.
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Would that thou vert more strong, at least less
tau'
and Of the orange grove and myrtle bower
10 had whose strand, To breathe whose geh'ai a",
l. bliss 20 all who feel of bliss the power.
70 look upon whose mountains III the hour
" hen the sun sinks in glory, and Il vel
}tporple hows around them, would restore
The sense OF beauty when all else might ia'''
Would thu, thou vert more strong, at least less
far,
nareot Of fruits, alas no more oil men!
Wh,,e Springs the olive cen from mountains bare
r,, yellow harvest loads the scarce tHsed pam,
-,.,ut,neous shoots the vine, IN rich 'cstoon
From tree to tree depending, and the howcrs
y.catfe with their chaplets, sweet thou5 ia 'ad4s
soon,
E'e. fallen columns and d~ecayins towers.
Would that thou vert more stronS, at least less
far,
HIM or tLn bent,itul, but not. he brave
Whr, noble fornl, bold outline, pr'nce'y ar,
n,sti,,,ish cen the peasant aud the slave;
Xh.r, Ike the goddess, sprn's from oceo's wave,
4.r marital sisters boast immortal trace
xo, small those charms which partial nature gave,
r., ART weak aids or fashions VAN gftmace
Wrld that Lou vert more strong, at least less
tair,
Thou nurse of every art, save one atone,
The art of self defence! Thy fostering care
Drin,sout noble lie from senseIeSs stone,
And MD an canvass speak the magic hne,
Infused in music, nov cohstralns tho Soul
With tears the power OF lnGioiy TOWN.,
And now with passionate throbs that spurn con
troll.
Would that thou vert less far, at least NOR
strong,
Grave OF the mighty dead, the living meant
ca, nothing yousc ye both =? no tyrant's wrong,
No memory OF the brave, OF what has been !
Yo, broken arch once spoke of triumph, then
fntt Wondering wall too spoke OF brave de
Siql.s OF departed heroes, rise again!
.lailaus. rise, and thrust the oppsessors hence!
~ ltaly, my.comtry, fare thee Well
,for nrt tlou not my country, NJ whose breast
:. .r aafuuci those whose thoughts within m
- iU e.
IN. latner ofnry mind whose fame i,nprest,
- n o. my infant fancy, babe II rest
With patriot fonjness on thy hills and streams,
Ere yet Thou tidst receive me rs a guest,
Luvelicr than | had seen thee 10 my creams I
hen fare thee well, my country, loved and lost
Too early lost, alas when once so dear
! turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast,
Aud urge the feet forbid TO finger here.
But must rove by Arms current clear,
And hear the rush OF Theirs yellow flood,
And wander on the mount, now VaStc and drear,
Where CU,ar's palace in It's glory stood!
And see again Parthenon's loved bay,
Add Pr5nm's shrlnes, and Bales ciassl
shore,
And mount the bark, md listen 10 the lay
That floats by night through Ventce-neVe
more
Far OIL seem to hear the Atlantic roar
], wasacs not thy feet, that envlous sea,
But Wail,, with nu,stretclld arms, to watt me o't
70 other tauis, far, far alas, from thee.
Far, fue thee well once rno,e. | love thee not
As of acr things inanimatc. ltou art
TN hseisn'd mistress OF my youth forgot
Thou acver epls, be while | have Il heart.
Launol'd on those waters, wild with storm an
wind,
know not, ask not, what may be my lot;
For torn from thee, no fear can touch my mnd
Broodins in gloom on that one bitter thought.