Cfjamomi'It. 225 
CaAMomLE....Eiierg7/ in Adversity. 
Italy! 
Time, which hath wronged thee with ten thousand renta 
Of thine imperial garment, shall deny, 
And hath denied, to every other sky, 
b^pirits which soar from ruin :— thy decay 
Is still impregnate with dignity. 
^\^hich gilds it with revivifying ray. 
Byron. 
I said to Penury's meagre train, 
Come on — ^your threats I brave ; 
My last poor life-drop you may drain, 
And crush me to the grave; 
Yet still the spirit that endures. 
Shall mock 3'-our force the while. 
And meet each cold, cold grasp of yours 
With bitter smile. 
I said to cold Neglect and Scorn, 
Pass on— I heed you not ; 
Ye may pursue me till my form 
And being are forgot ; 
Yet still, the spirit which you see 
Undaunted by your wiles. 
Draws from its own nobility 
Its high-bom smiles. 
Mrs. Sale. 
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