Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-07-18
POETRY

Few things are calculated 10 inspire sublim
nd melancholy thought, in higher degree tina
he contemplation Of fallen greatness, and lie"
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Glowing is beautiful specimen. we concur
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curiosity TO know something more OF the antho'
han the initials of his me.--EH. Mar. Gaz.l
O. Italvi Pye brcathcd thy skies
And wandered by thy streams,
And dreamt in boyhood's extscies,
It's foolish ferVid dreams.
How calmly on thy lost estate
So ruined now, and desolate,
The sun Of glory CLEANS,
The sun-the very sun-of old
That flashed from Cesar's roof of gold.
Wrap thee in sackcloth, Italy,
Strcw ashes on thy brow;
Thou hast but Roman memory
And Roman bondmen now.
Oh, land Of Gods! what Jusiled and dumb
Before thy slavc--thy Noricum-
Thou first Of nations, Thou
On Roman soil, mid Roman graves
Can sous Of Romans crawl as slaves:
o. could thy Scipio see thee now,
Where'er his ashes rest
The seal of bondage on thy brow,
Its badga upon thy breast!
His bride-his Italy-his own,
The leman Of a despot's throne,
The slave OF his behest,
By monarchs spoiled, by priests be fooled,
The minion Of the Goths she ruled.
Yet wonder not thy sky is dim,
Thou queen of sunny Chimes,
Thy history's iron leaves are grim
With thy recorded crimes;
Aye, crimes, for oil the land that fills
The pages Of thy chronicles;
The eulogistic chimes
or all that hymn thy Roman praise
Aud call thy slaughters victories.
O., thou hadst quafed 10 drunk cnness
Ambitions CORY wine,
And triumphed till no lip could bless
Ths name Of thee and thine;
And culled from every land a curse
Throughout thy Roman universe
From Egypt 70 the Rhine;
BY every homestead of the free
We've nour she'd hearts that hated thee.
What lessons-ruined conqu srorl-
From thee anb, ton learns,
Where dimly in the sepalchre
The lamp of glory burns,
Just lighting up its gorgeous glooms,
~ tSiI nave thelr tOIDDS,
As heroes have their urns;
And mocking, with its mournful state,
That wicked folly-to be great.
The hero fool of Macedon
Might parallel with thee,
We both have left to worlds We won
A name and homily.
Ger thee. the cartxs resistlcss lord
Now yields the crosier aud the sword,
Alternate tyranny,
And Tie! some unmemorial sod
Covers his dust-ths demigod!
He. or Of Ammon's god like race,
Or Philips war like son,
Went forth from his pate nal Thrace
TO die at Babylon.
The mighty madman, Oh how soon
O'eryhadowcd at his highest moon,
Like an cclipsed sun,
lie had ambitions utmost vow,
Grew great-and persisted SO didst thou,
And yet, o Italy! mid all
The evils thou hast done,
Men wall and wonder at thy fall,
Thou mighty--ruined one
They wonder, when the West and East
Are thronging forth to freedoms feast,
Her Jubilee begun,
Mngllng their VOICES a, they come,
Immortal Heloti Thou art dumb.
o, thou wilt. comet In freedoms hall
Is still place for thee;--
y, Joln-tne nations on the call
Communion with the free.
: Up, tyrants are the glorious spoil
Up! sweep the locust from thy soil
From Rhetia to the sea-
Up! share with us that Gift divine
Our fathers sons have won from thine