New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-12-31
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J,xx war had parplea into vintage time,
All tA.e' ~ sussieg valleys OF that cline
yraere Tuscany books oct with laughing eye,
Asd secs 10 eiead along her classic sky,
s,s,herwa her youth, her beauty, and her health,
To treasure ia tisesT Bachanalian wealth.
And ,Aecs was ese mid that exuling ;hrong
Who wandered ,sutel,, psns;veiy along;
Hsr brow was clonded, and her azure eye
Looked no, in glsjness that kindred sky;
S., searvs one sumner faded since she felt
IN. happisst hear; that in Val d'Arno dwell:
SAe usssisd with the youthful aud The gay,
AID broad and bright her path of pleasure lay.
Rut el,aas will darken even the fairest fow'rs,
And ESane,ta mourned those golden hours
Which, she believed, 10 her prophetic gloom,
Should pe'er again her form and face illume-
Tia, farui as graceful rs the cedar's hight,
And hat fair face like summer mornings light.
She loved, and was beloved as beauty should,
When, as the form 10 fair the heart is good;
And hsrs was pure and spotless-crime trace
OF sorrow staipsd or dimu,ed that holy place.
Hsr young Antonio, even from child,
Was brave, romantic, passionate, and wild;
He Observation-Disclosures the girl,
From LIES dark sea his pure and priceless pearl
WIKI responding fame her bosom burned,
And sigh for sigh and love for love returned
Goe evening 10 An,opio's dwelling came
gallant siripling on barb oil name
A a,ow.wsite plume his crimson bonnet bore,
/. yyh;ch ,en,Iv waved bis shaded forehead Ger;
HI. ,,.atIe was blaze OF dazzling gold,
oe. which with rival grace his riDglets rolled;
And gems like stars spangied the azure vest,
Which closely fitted his Hercnlean breast.
He proudly waved bis hand, and backward drew
On either side his princely retinue;
Then dcised his bonnet with martial grace,
And showed the bronzed beauty OF his face.
Apart he led Antonio from the gaze
OF eyes that lii with questioning ameze;
But nothing could the inmates hear or see
To luil their doubts-all, ali was mystery.
Antonio was not hence SO often seen
In the Val d'Arno as he once had been;
And she grew comfortless, and knew not why
Her own, her fond one should not still be nigh.
Through the walked city the death-uumpet rang,
Bur there no bosom throhbed with sorrows pang /;
All was exultance as the Helyetian lines
Led forth the robber Of the Apprentices.
His name had been proveIb IN the land
That felt the force Of his terrific brand;
And yainiy searched and climbed the hireiing SWISS
The rocky haunt-the mountain precipice.
But Treachery showed the outlaws cave at length,
Which Knocked hundred bayonets' searching
strength.
Awhile he stood in thought, then seized his brand,
And al the cayern's entrance took his stand,
And there he stood like desart. deer a, bay,
Till round his brand crimson breastwork lay.
No brother shared, beheld his brave despair,
Lonely he batled in his ringing lair;
Nor stepped his foes beyond its CORY brink,
Till, when his gutted brand refused to drink,
He acknowledgements senseless AM
cold,
And DER his form the armed tempest rolled
They cast him to dungeons gloom, and there
Forsoos him 10 his Weakness ana despair.
He fingered on, withered and wild, though young
Fetters around his wounded body chung,
The only living thing within that tomb,
All fear and silence, solitude and gloom
Save when some victims groan, by torture wrung,
Through the replying walls its echo flung,
md with it all the thoughts and papgs and fears
Anticipated condemnation wears.
No health, no hope, no aperture was there,
To bless the mangled criminal that lay
Signing the life he wildly cursed away,
With one refreshing breath Of healthy air,
Or one beloved glimpse o, passing day.
Tho hired Helvetans led the culprit out
Bsneath the Jusiice-Aag's avepging fout;
From hill and vale the gathering crowd came on,
To see, to mock that living skeleton!
And on he went wasted and pale and weak,
The wild mind warning still IL eye and cheek;
And through the dreadful pageant you mlghtsee
The lips at moments trembling lividly.
He gazed not, glanced not on the circlng crowd;
He heard not, needed not the voices loud
That changed from joy, and, as he onward went,
Gave TO the murmuring winds their deep lament.
So young, so fair, so worn, 30 desoiate-
Who could not, would not mourn his early fate
So changed was he, his mother might not trace
A living feature Of Antonio's face
Antonio7 Yes, Antonio-it is he!
Look ON tina, brow, that eye, that symmetry-
How dimmed, and sunk, and changed. But chain:
will change
Tbs form that loved the mountains rugged range
More dim that eye--moro pale that pallid cheek
Becomes, and
Hark! heard you that thrilling shrek
What form Of beauty bursts so wildly fair
Through the dividing crowd-through sword and
speari
Heayns. how her pale lips press his dropping face
Why meets il not her passionate embraced
He uggles--totiers-falls. On: tear not now
His Fiamesta from that icy brow.
nHe lives he breathes! his shattered bosom sirs'
Foo think you sol lis not his hreas,, but hers.
Guards. Florentincs! bear ye the dead away.
Her hea., is broken-his is iifeless clay"
sOsicer Slgnor, the hos, IS al the shore: the WIND
Il r,,,nr we are ready 10 attend 7ou.