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And name of her-Drusilla the Divine ! *
As Jove the Cloud-compeller, o'er my head
His judgment thunders ever vainly sped,
So do I shake my tameless spirit free
From all thy funeral threats, mysterious Deity!
Again—why stays the dotard ?- soft-he's here
Thrasyllus, soothsayer, dismiss the fear
That blanches in thy cheek, it mocks the snow
Of thy most reverend tresses' scanty flow.
Approach and mark me--quick-thy laggard foot
Treads onward as reluctantly and mute,
As thou wert bidden to those glorious feasts
Where I and Torture pledge the white-lipp'd guests ;
As if the domes that lean in radiant line
Their ponderous gold upon the Palatine
O'erhung thee now, filled with the festal state
I love to fling around the gulf of fate.
Thou start'st, as if thy moon-bewilder'd sight
Saw not this spacious audience-hall aright:
Look round thee, priest, perchance thou'lt dare to say
This is not Naples--that Sarrentum's bay;
And there Misenum's cape, from whence-come near,
I saw what none e'er saw but me-what ear
Was cursed not with till now,THE MIGHTY SEA,
As LIVE THE IMMORTAL Gods! HAS SPOKEN UNTO ME!
And lifted up its thousand tongues, and shook
All its wide deeps into one stormy look;
And cast the thunder of its voice's roll,
And aspect's fierceness on both sense and soul.
“ List to the portent.-Scarce an hour is past,
Since, on yon emerald promontory cast,
I look'd along broad ocean's hush'd expanse
Fill'd with the strength of midnight's countenance :
Boundlessly slept the deep ; nor sail nor oar
Broke from the far horizon to the shore
The stretch of waves that, lapsing calmly even,
Drank the dark glory of the sapphire heaven;
And far, away afar, Prochyta's isle
Hoarded one hue of day's departed smile,
One flush of rose-light that, I know not why,
Long as it linger'd, fix'd my feverish eye;
At length it faded into night, and then
I faced the giant loneliness again!
I listen'd-'twas the rushing through my heart
Of the hot blood in many a fiery start;
I listen'd_'twas the sedges' whispering speech,
Kiss'd by the waters on the silver beach ;
Once more I dream, or else the sounds that surge
Still louder, break from ocean's circling verge!
'Twas even so-at first a mingling hum,
Like that of nations meeting as they come,
And then a loud hubbub-a sullen roar,
And dash of waves on every sounding shore-
And billows rose and rose, without a breeze,
And the stars shrank before the howling seas-
. His favourite sister. He caused temples to be erected to her divinity-and upon all occasions of unusual solemnity he swore by her name.
And mighty clouds came upward from afar,
Like the old giants crowding on to war;
And Heaven was hid, and hurrying voices high,
Calling and answering from the upper sky,
Shook the wild air: At length, when fiercest raged
The strife the waters with stunn'd Nature waged,
At once the whole tremendous Ocean heaved
Up in one wide convulsion!_Earth, relieved,
Reeld to her centre ;-still the growing sea
Rear'd to the zenith its immensity,
And whirlwinds girt its limbs in stormy crowds,
While from above career'd the thunder-clouds,
And helm'd its shadowy head, as with the gloom
And dreadful tossing of a battle-plume;
And the broad lightnings leap'd about, and pour'd
Their terrors round it like a fiery sword!
-Thou tremblest, slave,-well, Caïus may confess
That he, for one brief moment, did no less:
Upward I strain'd my gaze to meet the brow
Whose glance I felt was burning through me now.
In vain-for still the thunder's streamy scowl
Muffled the features with a mighty cowl ;
And, though at times the madd’ning winds would sweep
That veil aside, I could not bear the deep
And wrathful face reveal'd and wrapp'd so soon
-Lurid and dim, like an eclipsed moon!
Fatigued I sank; but, mark me, not subdued
By aught that savours of a weaker mood.
Then on my ear a voice, whose accents spoke
With earthquake's hope.destroying loudness, broke;
At once o'er continent and islands spread
A calm, than even that warring din more dread;
And thus Bis-Ultor Mars! what boots it what was said?
Fierce words that told of some great Spirit still
Claiming ascendance o'er my sceptred will-
Some nameless God, who deem'd the Julian line
Were not so guiltless, not so all-divine
As slaves would hold; denouncements, too, that urge
To madness, lash'd as with a brazen scourge
My soul, and bared the future as the past,
And menaced of an hour, when on the blast
Of glory's heaven, no more our Eagle's wings
Should darken wide earth with their shadowings,
But cower and stoop before the iron hail
That broods even now in some far Polar gale!
- I bore no more-but sprang and faced the sea
With a proud Roman's conscious majesty ;
And saw but there the fast-subsiding flood
Through eyes bedimm'd as with a film of blood.
" And I had still to suffer: in the east
The breeze that freshen'd o'er the billow's breast
Dash'd them to foam that, far as night prevails
Gleam'd like the canvass of a thousand sails;
And sails were there, that forward fast and free
As those white billows, bounded countlessly;
Strange spectre ships in many a ghastly fleet
Crowding, and wafting one portentous freight,
Which the rúde barks demonstrate came from far
- The Spear's stern merchandsie-barbarian War!
They near'd; each vessel burden'd with its group
Of savage warriors at the shielded poop;
Tall fire-eyed men, like the Athletæ we
Feed for the Arena's sportive butchery :
And still they swarm'd, and anchor'd, and outpour'd
On wailing shores that devastating Horde !
And a red haze swept o'er the groaning hills,
And every sound and sight, whose horror thrills
Perception, seem'd, by Hell's own black decision,
Rollid on my soul in one chaotic vision!
Jove! what a blinding scroll was there unfurl'd,
The last wild throes of my own Roman World!
The ravaged Province-slaughter'd people_Fanes
Blazing and tumbling on the famish'd plains;
Even Rome, the god-built, belted round with war-
And lo! the worse than Gauls burst through her every bar!
And, 'mid the Plague's rank steam, mad Famine's roar,
And woman ravish'd and man's rushing gore,
The savage feasted in our palace halls
Aye, by the jasper founts, whose lulling falls
Bless my Velitrian villa with their rain,
Beneath its shadows of luxuriant plane
Grim Scythia styed and quaff'd each priceless cup
The Scipios' suppliant children proffer'd up !-
It was too much-a whirling in my brain -
A snapping of each hot distended vein-
And then oblivion-and that hour of fear
Was o'er-and thou, dull prophet, thou art here!
Aye, I remember all-while I have spoken,
Back on my sense reality has broken.
I have but dream'd-and yonder guarded shades
Shroud in 'mid Rome those glittering colonnades :
And I am safe—have called thee, crafty Greek,
To read the purport of my vision-speak!”
“ Caïus !” thus calmly spoke the prescience-gifted,
In accents solemn as sepulchral breeze
Through some lone cypress, while his hands uplifted
Seem'd to attest immortal witnesses :-
“ Caïus ! my words are few ; but, though the gloom
Enwraps me of inexorable doom ;
Though to my searching eye thy stern intent,
Fang'd with all tortures tyrants can invent,
Is not unknown, as I have yet conceal'd
No truth thy wilful race would see reveal'd;
• The Imperial Villa at Velitræ was his favourite retreat. It was celebrated for its gigantic plane-trees; one of which was capable of containing in its branches a large table, with the Emperor, attendants, &c.—PLINY,
So do I now unshrinkingly to thee
Pronounce my last and parting prophecy :-
SIN STALKS THE LEP'ROUS EARTH FROM SHORE TO SHORE,
HER BUBBLING CHALICE WILL CONTAIN NO MORE ;
THE SHUDDERING GODS YIELD THEIR DERIDED POWER
TO THE GREAT ANGEL OF THE COMING HOUR ;
Some ONE ALMIGHTY, THAT FROM COUNTLESS ELD
HIS FACE IN CLOUDLESS DARKNESS HAS WITHHELD;
His WRATH SHALL SWEEP THE NATIONS, AND THE SEA
BE THE STERN SERVANT OF THAT MINISTRY! *
IN BLOOD SHALL SINK EACH Cæsar's BLOOD-STAIN'D FORM
YE sow'D THE WHIRLWIND-GO REAP THE STORM!
* The first serious irruption of the barbarians took place by sea. They descended
the Ister to the Euxine, and pouring through the Hellespont, inundated the coasts of
Greece, Africa, and Italy.
Adolphus, John, Esq., his memoir of John Christopher in his Alcove, 538.
Bannister, comedian, reviewed, 392. Client, my first, 733,
Æschylus, his Eumenides, translated by Mr Consciousness, Introduction to the Phi.
losophy of, Part VI., Chap. I., 2014
Afghanistan, India, and Persia, 93.
Chap. II., 205_Part VII, The Con-
Alcove, Christopher, in his, 538.
clusion, Chap. I., 419_Chap. II., 424
Alderley, the Iron Gate, a legend of, 271. - Chap. III., 426.
Ancient Scottish Music, the Skene MS., Corn-law question, dilemmas in regard to it
an account of, 1. .
Angelo, Michael, remarks on the peculiari. Cornwall, Barry, his edition of Ben Jonson,
ties of thought and style in his picture of reviewed, 146.
the last judgment, 267.
Assassins and Bull Fights, 656.
Dauney, Mr, his edition of the Skene MS.
Australia, Major Mitchell's, expeditions into of Ancient Scottish Music, reviewed, 3.
that country, reviewed, 113.
Desultory dottings down upon Dogs, 475.
Aytoun, William E., his translation into Dii Minorum Gentium, No. I., Carew and
English Trochaics, of the twenty-second Herrick, 782.
book of the Iliad, 634.
Dilemmas on the corn-law question, 170.
Dogs, desultory dottings down upon, 475.
Bannister, the comedian, his memoirs by Domett, Alfred, his poem from Lake Wal-
Adolphus reviewed, 392.
lenstadt in Switzerland, entitled Kate, 301.
Ben-na-groich, a tale, 409_Chap. II., 411
Chap. III., 413
Education, religious and secular, 275.
Browne, Washington, of New York, his Egypt--the Trojan horse. Homer, 366.
Elections, France and her, 431.
Bull-fight at Valencia, described, 664. English language, the, 455.
Burnet's engravings of the cartoons, eulo
Family, Prospectus of a history of our,
Caligula, Vision of, by B. Simmons, 849. Farewell to England, by Louis de Chemi-
Cantilena, translated into song, 537.
Carew's poetry characterised, 783.
France and her elections, 431-- the defeat of
Chapman, Mr, his translation of the Eume. Louis Philippe would be the defeat of the
nides of Æschylus, 695.
French monarchy, ib. a rapid review of
Chambers, our, 831.
the events of the last nine years taken,
Cheminant, Louis de, his Farewell to Enge ib.-fickleness is the characteristic, and no
Teliance can be placed in French assur-
ances and conduct, 436_What are the ib.--agents, 218-bailiffs, 219-tenants,
reasons of this fickleness? First, moral, 220_Unpopular exercise of elective fran-
437second, political, 438—the French chise, 222-evidence, ib.-jury, obnox-
have always prepared themselves most for ious verdict, 223_Protestantism, 224-
revolution when most prosperous, ib. refusal to enter secret societies, 227 —
their situation now is precisely similar to 2d, proofs of agrarian crimes continued,
that in 1830, 439—the coalition now Baron Richard's charge, 341-elective
formed is against monarchy, proved-first, franchise, 345-evidence in court of law,
by the address of the 221 deputies in ib. obligations of a juror, 346—the
1830, 440--by the alteration, made in crime of Protestantism, or, conversion
1830, of the charter of 1814, 441-by from Rome, 347-the landlord crime, 348
the restraints imposed on royalty at, and -elective franchise, ib.--evidence, ib.
since 1830, 442-by the complaints made jury, 359 — Protestantism, 350— Rib-
by the coalition against Louis-Philippe in bonism, 352.
1839, 443_of his wishing to form a part Iron gate, the, a legend of Alderley, 271.
of the European family of sovereigns, ib. Italy as it was, 62.
of maintaining peace, ib.-of wishing to
establish an absolute monarchy, 143—of Kate, a poem, from Lake Wallenstadt in
wishing to perpetuate a line of policy fatal Switzerland, 301.
to the liberties of the country, 445—the
coalition have adopted the same cant phrases Lamartine, Alphonse de, his life and literary
as the English Radicals in regard to elec. character, characterised, 76.
toral reform, 477-the elections of 1839 Legend of the Lido, the, 755.
the most momentous that ever occurred in Legendary Lore, by Archæus, No. Y., The
France, 452_its evil consequences de Onyx Ring. Part III., Chap. I. 17–
seribed, 453-all parties seemed to have Chap. II., 20_Chap. III., 23-Chap.
combined for the purpose of attacking IV., 26– Chap. V., 27-Chap. VI., 30
Louis Philippe, and, through him, the Chap. VII., 35 - Chap. VIII., 36-
Chap. IX., 38— Chap. X., 40–Chap.
XI., 43—Chap. XII., 46.
surton Gardiner, William, bis work of Music and Lido, the Legend of the, 755.
Friends, or Pleasant Recollections of a
dilettanti, reviewed, 480.
Manchester, a week at, 481.
German, the life of a speculative, 837 Mathews, the comedian, his memoirs by Mrs
Gods, hymns to the, No. 1. To Neptune, Mathews, reviewed, 229.
819_No. II. to Apollo, 820-No. 111. Mérimée on oil painting, reviewed, 747.
to Venus, 822-No. IV. to Diana, 824 Mildmay, A. Murray, his letter to Chris-
No. V. to Mercury, 825—No. VI. to topher North, Esq., on Scotch nationality,
Goethe and the Germans, a discourse on Milne's, R. M., on the Goddess Venus in
the middle ages, 613.
Mitchell, Major, his second and third ex-
Hallowed Ground, a poem by George pedition into the interior of Eastern
Paulin, parish schoolmaster of Newlands, Australia, reviewed, 113,
Part I., 595- Part II. 598.
Moral songs and poems, on the earlier
Herrick's poetry, characterised, 791.
Homer-Egypt--the Trojan horse, 366. Morals and manners, reflections on them,
House on the Hills, the, a tale in verse, 190.
Music and friends, or Pleasant recollections
Hymns to the Gods. No I. To Neptune, of a Dilettanti, by William Gardiner, re-
819_No. II. to Apollo, 820_No. III. viewed, 480.
to Venus, 822-NO. IV. to Diana, 824 My after-dinner adventures with Peter
No. V. to Mercury, 825_No. VI. to Schlemihl, 467.
My first client, 733.
Iliad, the twenty-second book of it translated
into English Trocbaics, by William E.
India, Persia, and Afghanistan, 93.
Ireland under the Triple Alliance—the po-
pular party, the Roman Catholic priests,
and the Queen's Ministers, 212 - the
agrarian calendar of crimes furnished by
this alliance is, 1st, Enforcement, &c.,
of the rights of property, 214-landlords,
Nationality, on Scotch, in a letter to Chris-
topher North, Esq., 643.
Notes of a traveller-leaving London, 682
-Dover, the reveillé, 683—Dover, the
detenu, 685-concerning parrots, and
our parrot, ib.-cheap French dinners,
687 wet weather in Paris, 689_a
dog-day in a diligence, 691 _souvenirs of
Old Roger, a poem, 106.