Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1840-04-24
POETRY.
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We copy the following verses from Washington 7rkaH
elegIaph, 25,h March:
MARIUS AMIDST THE RUINS OF CAklhA"h.
When mighty Rome her conquests spread
And vanqushed kings in triumph ieu
And her proud standards far uninrled,
Proclaimed her mistiess OF the wo!lu'
BY love of martial fame inspired,
Marius n warriors need acquired
But striving, with ambitious tiifsi
Amongst the foremost to be nfs
Inconstant fortune took her flight
And plunged his ruling star III h'e"''
His laurcls wthered IN disgrace,
A wandercr from place 10 pace
BY unrelenting foes pursued
He seeks the deepest solitude;
And rests his wearied limbs, at length,
Where Carthage lately rose IN strength
And glory-struGgling III her prlde,
With Rome eartii's empire To divide
From piles of ruin, scattered round,
I'pon his there came no sound;
The quiet moon appeared TO cast
Her beams in sadness for the past,
And Wondering marks OF grandeur grea',
Which war could not oberate,
Still co!dly struggled with decay,
And pointed TO Il brighter day.
What, thought the Roman are the throes
OF this lone heart-its trivial woes
It's pettv sorTows and lis pain
Hopes blasted and aSpirings vain
Here was a mighty nation crushed
Her naughty voice forever hushed.
Her bright sword shvered in her grasp,
Here Carthage gave her dying gasp,
And daItirg like meteor-tl flame
Forever from her height oi lame,
Rushed, madly, from her LOFTY sphere,
Down 10 eternal darkness here
Here commences with her noisy tongue,
Through noisy streets has gaily ruhs,
And art Us with magic wand,
Piled up, with bold and polished hans,
Rich monuments and temples proud,
Counting communion with the cloud
Here soldiers trod in armour bright,
Tntnmed and eager Tor the fight,
And gallant Youths of heaven mplored
Swift conquest for their countrS sword
Here warriors bold, and gallants gay,
Homage nj beauty's shrine did pay,
And rosy Love his willy arts
Practsed on young and happ, hearts,
Causing from Feelings rub, iulnt
The crimson loneliness 10 mount,
Suit,sing graceful neck and check
With eloquence--words could not speak.
Here too the shout of rerel rose
And noisy brawlerS came To blows
And every crowded street was rife
With the loud stir Of busy life.
Where now her hau ghtneSs-Nherc now
The brilan, wreath which bound her brow
These fragments which around Inc lie,
Make 10 the heart 4 sad reply
Gone-gone-her energies destroyed
Her place among the nations void;
Gone-down TO ruin darkly hurled,
She CLEANS more upon the world.
And numbered with the things that We're
Her gloricS sleep forever here.
And Rome, with all thy boosted power,
Thou, too, wilt have thy darksome hour;
Thou, too, beneath the shock shalt bow,
And rest in death rs Carthage now,
And the dark mantle OF the past
Be sadly DER thy splcndors east.
In these sad ruins, Rome, see
A type Of what thy fate shall be
Thy naughty temples i'll the dust
Thy sword IN everlasting rust,
Even now, meihinkS, See the sword.
Of furious and barbarian horlcS
Cleaning within thy halls OF pride,
And spreading CONSERVATION wide:
And gorgeous luxury and crime
Seem springng from the womb OF Time
To aid thy foes and ron al length;
Thy boosted leglons of their strength.
Amidst such SORROWS, what mine,
Or why should at fate rcpine--
When nations, with their wealth and worth,
Are doomed In perish thus, from earth
When commerce witherS, arts decay
And pass like summers CLEAN away;
And all that's beautiful and great
Thus crumbleS in the grasp OF Fate.