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While, by some spell render'd invisible,
Waiting the appointed time! All, all within
But with thick ivy hung or branching fern;
Where once a slave withstood a world in arms. 3
The air is sweet with violets, running wild1 Mid broken friezes and fall'n capitals;
Sweet as when Tully, writing down his thoughts,
Ever at hand to calm his troubled soul)
For Athens; when a ship, if north-east winds
The ornament peculiar to the Doric frieze.
* That part of a column which serves as a covering to the capital.
The violets of Pæstum were as proverbial as the roses. Martial mentions them with the honey of Hybla.
5 The introduction to his treatise on Glory.
Mid arcs and obelisks, and domes and towers,
Of earth and air its only floor and covering,
Or the green lizard rustling through the grass,
In such an hour as this, the sun's broad disk
Walls of some capital city first appear'd,
And what within them? what but in the midst These three in more than their original grandeur And, round about, no stone upon another? As if the spoiler had fallen back in fear, And, turning, left them to the elements. 'Tis said a stranger in the days of old (Some say a Dorian, some a Sybarite; But distant things are ever lost in clouds) 'Tis said a stranger came, and, with his plough, Trac'd out the site; and Posidonia rose2,
They are said to to have been discovered by accident about the middle of the last century.
Originally a Greek city under that name, and afterwards a Roman city under the name of Pæstum.
Severely great, Neptune the tutelar god;1
He knock'd, and enter'd with a train in arms;
For then the demon works-then with that air
But what are these still standing in the midst? The earth has rock'd beneath; the thunder-stone Pass'd thro' and thro', and left its traces there; Yet still they stand as by some unknown charter!
The principal temple is supposed to have been dedicated to this divinity, the other to Ceres.
It was surprised and destroyed by the Saracens at the beginning of the tenth century, and the following century its temples, &c. were ransacked of their ornaments by Robert Guiscard, to adorn the cathedral at Salerno.
3 The malaria.
Oh, they are nature's own! and, as allied
FINAL RESTORATION OF THE JEWS.
BUT who shall see the glorious day,
When pain shall cease, and ev'ry tear
Then, Judah! thou no more shalt mourn
Thy days of splendour shall return,
The Fount of Life shall then be quaff d
In peace, by all who come !5
And every wind that blows shall waft
EVIL, like a rolling stone upon a mountain top,
1 Isaiah, xxv. 7.
8 Rev. xxi. 4.
5 Ibid. xxii. 7.
Ibid. xxv. 8.
THE Commonest spot we cannot without pain
Some sadness, turning from these haunts away,
Thanksgiving with it, gratitude for this,
VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BANKS OF THE
ADDRESSED BY THE POET TO HIS SISTER.
THE castled crag of Drachenfels 2
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine,
Every man is fastened to some spot of earth, by the thousand small threads that habit and association are continually stealing over him.-Rogers.
The castle of Drachenfels stands on the highest summit of the Seven Mountains, over the banks of the Rhine: it is in ruins, and connected with some singular traditions. It is the first in view on the road from Bonn. The number of castles and cities along the course of the Rhine, on both sides, is very great, and their situations remarkably beautiful.