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From the proud mart of Pisæ,
Queen of the western waves,
Heavy with fair-hair'd slaves ;
Through corn and vines and flowers ;
Her diadem of towers.
Tall are the oaks whose acorns
Drop in dark Auser's 5 rill;
Of the Ciminian 6 hill ;
Trireme - a vessel of three benches of oars, first built by the Corinthians. The ancients had their two, three, four, and five-benched galleys, and among the vessels framed in Phænicia and sent to Babylon for Alexander the Great, we find some of thirty oars. The masts of the galleys were not fixed, but raised only when the sail was to be used. The principal weapon of the galley was the strong beak of brass or iron (rostrum) fixed to its head. The object therefore in an attack was, either first to bring the rostrum to bear directly against the enemy's broadside, or, if that could not be effected, by an oblique impulse to dash away some of his oars.
By the success of the former movement a galley was often sunk, by that of the latter it became unmanageable until the oars could be replaced, and gave the opportunity for the more decisive attack with the beak. Hence the importance of oars in action : by them alone could attacks be made, warded, or avoided in every direction.
3 Clanis, the river Chiana, which gives its name to the valley through which it runs.
• Cortona retains its original circuit of Etruscan walls, though repaired in several places.
5 Auser, a river of Etruria, which falls into the Arno.
6 Viterbo is situated at the foot of Mount Cimino, whose dense forests formed a barrier of Etruria against Rome.
But now no stroke of woodmen
Is heard by Auser's rill;
Up the Ciminian hill;
Grazes the milk-white steer ;
In the Volsinian mere.
The harvests of Arretium ,
old men shall reap ;
Shall plunge the struggling sheep ;
1 A river near Spoleto, formerly celebrated for the whiteness of the flocks that grazed on its banks, and now for the beautiful little Corinthian temple which stands on the acclivity of a bank overlooking its crystal waters near their source, so beautifully described by Lord Byron :
And on thy happy shore a Temple still,
While, chance, some scatter'd water-lily sails
Bolsena, supposed to be the ancient Volscinium, seated on the magnificent lake of the same name, celebrated, in the time of Pliny, for its floating islands. When destroyed by the Romans it contained two thousand statues: the present town does not contain more than fifteen hundred inhabitants !
3 Arezzo, celebrated for its red embossed pottery.
• Umbro, a river (Ombrone) near which the Etruscan city Rusellæ was situated.
And in the vats of Luna”,
the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls,
Whose sires have march'd to Rome.
There be thirty chosen prophets,
The wisest of the land, Who alway by Lars Porsena
Both morn and evening stand:
Have turn'd the verses o'er,
By mighty seers of yore.
And with one voice the Thirty
Have their glad answer given: “ Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena ;
Go forth, belov'd of Heaven;
To Clusium's royal dome;
THE CHRISTIAN IN THE WORLD.
YE hermits blest, ye holy maids,
Free from rude care and mirth;
1 Luna, on the Macra, the boundary of Etruria. Its ruins are still to be seen near Sarzana. The Carrara marble was shipped from this port, and was thence called Luna marble by the Romans. The ancient walls of Luna were built of solid blocks of white marble.
* An Etruscan goddess, held in the highest veneration.
To whom some viewless teacher brings
The secret love of rural things, The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale, The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight
Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd
On the wreath'd smoke afar,
Hung, hiding sun and star,
To the green earth and open sky,
But Love's a flower that will not die
For lack of leafy screen,
That ne'er saw vernal green;
Even in this crowded loneliness,
There are in this loud stunning tide
Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide
Of th' everlasting chime; Who carry music in their heart
Through dusty lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
KEBLE. THE FIRE-FLY.
THERE is an insect, that, when evening comes,
In the mother's lap Well
may the child put forth his little hands, Singing the nursery-song he learnt so soon, And the young nymph, preparing for the dance By brook or fountain-side, in many a braid Wreathing her golden hair, well may she cry, “ Come hither; and the shepherds, gathering round, Shall say, Floretta emulates the night, Spangling her head with stars."
Oft have I met This shining race, when in the Tusculan groves My path no longer glimmer'd; oft among Those trees, religious once and always green, That yet dream out their stories of old Rome Over the Albana lake; oft met and haild,
There is a song to the lucciola in every dialect of Italy.
Lake Albano. The present town of Albano stands at a short distance from the lake, about fifteen miles from Rome, and is built on the site of Pompey's villa. It consists chiefly of one long street, inhabited by the Roman nobles. On the banks of the lake is Castel Gandolfo, the country residence of the Pope. The ilexes, or evergreen oaks, which shade the walk from this place to Albano, are some of the largest in Italy.