230 ORATIONS AND IMPASSIONED PIECES. 



Triumphant,* lo ! on all the winds they come, 

 And clap th' exulting hand o'er FALLEN ROME ; 

 And hovering o'er thy domes that blazing glow, 

 Their waving pinions fan the flames below ; 

 They view, rejoiced, the conflagration's gleams 

 Shoot their long glare o'er Tiber's redden'd streams ; 

 And snuff the carnage-tainted smokes that rise, 

 An incense sweet, a grateful sacrifice. 



Sad f Tiber's banks with broken columns spread ! 

 Fall'n every fane that rear'd to heav'n its head ! 

 Poor heap of ashes ! Grandeur's mouldering tomb ! 

 ArtJ THOU the place was once ETERNAL ROME ? 



Yes, Roman ; snatch thy triumph whilst thou may, 

 Weak is thy rage, and brief thy little day ; 

 Vanish'd and past the momentary storm, 

 Albion, || my Albion, brighter shows her form. 

 Far o'er the rolling years of gloom I spy 

 Her oak-crown'd forehead lifted to the sky, 

 Above the low-hung mists unclouded seen, 

 Amid the wreck of nations still serene ; 

 She bursts the chain when hands like thine would bind 

 The groaning world, and lord it o'er mankind. 

 Amid yon glitt'ring flood of liquid light, 

 Flow regal forms before my dazzled sight ; 

 Like stars along the milky zone that blaze, 

 Their sceptr'd-hands and gold-bound fronts they raise : 

 My sons ! my daughters ! faint, ^[ alas ! and dim, 

 Before these failing eyes your glories swim, 

 Mix'd with the mists of death. 'Tis yours to throw 

 Your radiance round, while happier ages flow ; 



* The manner becomes animated with the highest degree of enthu- 

 siasm and a tone of exultation. " Clap th' exulting hand," requires a 

 suitable action. 



f The tone here changes to that of apparent sympathy but real disdain* 

 gradually increasing in violence. 



J This line requires a particularly slow utterance with the strongest 

 expression of contempt, 



Here is a transition from disdain to a haughty daring, rising into 

 || enthusiasm. 



^ Plaintive tone. 



