Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-05-25
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SUNSET AT ROME.
Mscribcdto HGshiagton Irping, Esq.
Roras ieta ridevt parevs ch'eiia
Tu,i :sggi del Sole ayesse 'ntorno."
A day has pass'd in Rome, and round her spires
The farewell sun hath Int thousand fires;
Vanquished hi, strength, the blazing God Of DaV
Sinks from bis throne, and hides each qulv'nug
raw;
DC smiles 10 more on earth, yet round his shrine
Clean the last beauties of his bright decline;
,Faile DER his flaming wheels in triumph play
Inc trsusisut flashes at expiring day.
rhe Blaze of glory "hich al noon uniurld
It's GORGEOUS standard to the gazing "orld,
| ; uuenchrG not: aud It's crimson hight
Fails on the iac Of rcscan', rocky height,
! Aud sends its las b.usa Ger the yellow wave.
Where Tyher winds beneath Mete,la's graVc!~
see from won Albion Mount, the deep red glow
| Throa IFS broad radianIe m the vale, below;
| While shadnw from the Strprian summit tall
/ Ger the dark ruins Of the CGsars' hall.
| Pui!inht IA round me, aud each vcstige gone
| That marked the God in b-auiy as h. shone;
Save where reflection from his buried car
One raw vet fingers 10 the 'e>per star;
Lone sentinel within The silent sphcsr.
lie halls each planet Of The yiewlcs, ar.
And comes like Hope tn SIZED hts softenh light.
Ger Ike la,k bosom Of ail,ci"n's rght
| Far famed Italia-La,um's star crowd coast,
Thus hath thy Sun gone do~G--ts brightness
lost,
That orb that with thy morn of beauty came,
And rose respleDdeDL DER thy early name.
No longer lives, nor glo"s with light refined.
Ger tue lust empire nj thy perish'd mind.
Tina, source and centre Of Prome,hcan fire,
Whose touch ethereal tuned Apo'o's I.vre,
No longer warns the CHERISHED soul oi ~nng,
Nor wakes the thunder of the patriots tongue.
God of the silver bow ~ no more thy sound
Woos each low d muse to haunts oi classic ground;
No longer Genius leaves hi, lonely cell.
10 thy bright myrtle groves with tame 10 dwell;
Nor soit Parnassian maids around Thy shrine
Bring laurel'd wrea,hs to grace the i"vely Nine.
As thus beneath the ruined porch Of Famc.t
Tie thoughtful muse recalls some houOred nauue:
What faded images OF glory rise
Prum out the tomb where buried greatness lies;
Huratius Faccus sleeps! oh who shall tell
! Tie triumphs of that name?-the magic spell
| or Wsi.rcmemherea odrs. enchanted laws:
The pride of scholars, and ihe pedant's praise:
| The attic u ,t'whuse siprit faDn'd the flame,
| Aud lent It's fires 20 guid the AuaGstan name.
:. Interer yit;e, ''S.-- no shall WAKE again
| The harp thai kindied fl that master strain:
| Or who shall boast Of satIres pointed song.
While Horace sings 10 charm tie listening ,hrpngs
/ Virsiius Publius. Took wriie the name.
The treasured talisman Of Roman fame:
Arms and the man. II with epic skill refined,
, Welcome such music 20 the classic mind.
| MYSTERIOUS train of ,hought-what power can
bind
| Thy fair, movements DER the Immortal mind?
The flight Of space-all earth and sea,
| Prescribe no bosnds to thy immensely
| 'ris thus the soul returns to boyhund's day
| To rescue back one thouehtess hour from play;
| To feel once more the magic OF that power,
| That char md the viss OF the midnight hour;
| To hear again the clash of Trojan arms,
| See fair Creusa mid her wild alarms;
And breath with Eneas to his aged sire,
| The fiiial vow which Natures laws inspire.
IT'S thus at Rome the pilgrim comes to mourn
Der faded relics Time hath rudey worn;
That thsre-from its own pure add bright do
main
I ne ninu VI ages comes 10 ed!tn again,
While Fancy, with her widest theme, renews :
Some lov'd memorial of each sleeping Muse. -
| I,lusttious Maro-Rome still regus for thee. s.
Thy fame DEGREES her immortality.
Gone are her glories, sunk her mighty thr0ns,
Her kings have persisted and her yie,oss Rpwns
Arts have decayed, and letter 3lseps
W thin that tombg where liaits q h<1ps.
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Temple Of Fame. 81.
! sThe beginning Of the Z H. r.
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T.. Arma virumque cano: ~ I
Invocation Of Virgil to his n Luz So 4 # s
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