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All round us; we but feel our way to err : Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The ocean hath his chart, the stars their map, The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, And Knowledge spreads them on her ample Lone mother of dead empires ! and control

lap; In their shut breasts their petty misery. But Rome is as the desart, where we steer What are our woes and sufferance ? Come Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap and see

Our hands, and cry • Eureka !' it is clear The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way When but some false mirage of ruin rises O’er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye !

82. Whose agonies are evils of a day

Alas! the lofty city! and alas ! A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day 79.

When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, The conqueror's sword in bearing fameaway! Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, An empty urn within her withered hands, And Livy's pictur'd page!—but these shall

be Whose

holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now;

Her resurrection; all beside-decay. The very sepulchres lie tenantless

Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see
Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, That brightness in her eye she bore when

Rome was free!
Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness ?
Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle

her distress !

Oh thou, whose chariot rollid on Fortune's 80.

wheel, The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood, Triumphant Sylla! Thou, who didst subdue and Fire,

Thy country's foes ere thou would pause to Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride ; feel She saw her glories star by star expire, The wrath of thy own wrongs, or reap the And up the steep barbarian monarchs ride,

due Where the car climb'd the capitol ; far and Of hoarded vengeance till thine eagles flew wide

O'er prostrate Asia ;--thou, who with thy Temple and tower went down, nor left a frown

Annihilated senates-Roman, too, Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, With all thy vices, for thou didst lay down O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, With an atoning smile a more than earthly

here was, or is,' where all is doubly night ?

84. 81.

The dictatorial wreath,couldst thou diThe double night of ages, and of her,

vine Night's daughter, Ignorance, hath wrapt To what would one day dwindle that which


Thee more than mortal ? and that so supine gel, from which our correspondent supposes By aught than Romans Rome should thus that Lord Byron has borrowed not a little

be laid ? of the spirit,

and even of the expressions, of She who was named Eternal, and array'd the Fourth Canto. We cannot, we must

Her warriors but to conquer-she who veil'd confess, observe any thing more than such

Earth with her haughty shadow, and discoincidences, as might very well be expected

play'd, from two great poets contemplating the Until the o'er-canopied horizon fail'd,

The opening of the German Her rushing wings-Oh! she who was Alpoem appears to us to be very striking; but mighty haild ! the whole is pitched in an elegiac key. Lord

85. Byron handles the same topics with the Sylla was first of victors ; but our own deeper power of a tragedian.

The sagest of usurpers, Cromwell; he Trust not the smiling welcome Romecangive, Too swept off senates while he hewed the With her green fields, and her unspotted sky; Down to a block_immortal rebel ! See

throne Parthenope hath taught thee how to live, Let Rome, imperial Řome, now teach to die. What crimes it cost to be a moment free

And say,


and wrap

same scene.


And famous through all ages! but beneath 'Tis true, the land is fair as land may be, His fate the moral lurks of destiny; One radiant canopy of azure lies

His day of double victory and death O'er the seven hills far downward to the sea, Beheld him win two realms, and, happier, And upward where yon Sabine heights arise. yield his breath Yet sorrowful and sad, I wend my way Through this long ruined labyrinth, alone

87. Each echo whispers of the elder day, And thou, dread statue ! yet existent in I see a monument in every stone.

The austerest form of naked majesty,


thou yet

Thou who beheldest, 'mid the assassins' din, Without an ark for wretched man's abode,
At thy bath'd base the bloody Cæsar lie, And ebbs but to reflow !-Renew thy rain-
Folding his robe in dying dignity,

bow, God!
An offering to thine altar from the queen After several magnificent stanzas, in
Of gods and men, great Nemesis ! did he die, which the poet pours out his indigna-
And thou, too, perish, Pompey? have ye been
Victors of countless kings, or puppets of a

tion on the present political degrada-
scene ?

tion of Rome and Italy, he adverts to 88.

the fantastic but generous designs of And thou, the thunder-stricken nurse of Rienzi, the friend of Fetrarch, who Rome!

perished in a vain attempt to restore She-wolf! whose brazen-imaged dugs impart the Roman republic in the fourteenth The milk of conquest yet within the dome

century. Where, as a monument of antique art,

114. Thoustandest:-Mother of the mighty heart, Rienzi! last of Romans! While the tree Which the great founder suck'd from thy Of Freedom's withered trunk puts forth a leaf, wild teat,

Even for thy tomb a garland let it be Scorch'd by the Roman Jove's etherial dart, The forum's champion, and the peo... And thy limbs black with lightning-dost


Her new-born Numa thou—with reign, Guard thine immortal cubs, nor thy fond alas! too brief. charge forget ?

115. 89.

Egeria ! sweet creation of some heart
Thou dost ;—but all thy foster-babes are Which found no mortal resting-place so fair

As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
The men of iron ; and the world hath reard Or wert,-a young Aurora of the air,
Cities from out their sepulchres: men bled The nympholepsy of some fond despair ;
In imitation of the things they fear’d, Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth,
And fought and conquer'd, and the same Who found a more than common votary there
course steer'd,

Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth,
At apish distance ; but as yet none have, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly
Nor could, the same supremacy have near’d, bodied forth.
Save one vain man, who is not in the grave,

But, vanquish'd hy himself, to his own The mosses of thy fountain still are sprinkle'
slaves a slave

With thine Elysian water drops ; the face 90.

Of thy cave-guarded spring, with years un.
The fool of false dominion-and a kind

Of bastard Cæsar, following him of old Reflects the meek-eyed genius of the place,
With steps unequal; for the Roman's mind Whose green wild margin now no more erase
Was modeli'd in a less terrestrial mould, Art's works ; nor must the delicate waters
With passions fiercer, yet a judgment cold, sleep,
And an immortal instinct which redeem'd Prisoned in marble, bubbling from the base
The frailties of a heart so soft, yet bold,

Of the cleft statue, with a gentle leap
Alcides with the distaff now he seem'd The rill runs o'er, and round, fern, flowers,
At Cleopatra's feet,--and now himself he

and ivy, creep, beam'd,

117. 91.

Fantastically tangled ; the green hills And came—and saw-and conquer'd ! But Are clothed with early blossoms, through the the man

grass Who would have tamed his eagles down to flee, The quick-eyed lizard rustles, and the bills Like a train'd falcon, in the Gallic van,

Of summer-birds sing welcome as ye pass ; Which he, in sooth, long led to victory,

Flowers fresh in hue, and many in their class, With a deaf heart which never seem'd to be Implore the pausing step, and with their dyes, A listener to itself, was strangely fram'd;

Dance in the soft breeze in a fairy mass;
With but one weakest weakness-vanity,

The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes,
Coquettish in ambition--still he aim'd- Kissd by the breath of heaven, seems co-
At what? can he avouch-or answer what loured by its skies.
he claim'd ?


Here didst thou dwell, in this enchanted And would be all or nothing—nor could

cover, wait

Egeria! thy all heavenly bosom beating
For the sure grave to level him ; few years For the far footsteps of thy mortal lover;
Had fix'd him with the Cæsars in his fate, The purple Midnight veil'd that mystic
On whom we tread : For this the conqueror meeting

With her most starry canopy, and seating
The arch of triumph! and for this the tears Thyself by thine adorer, what befel ?
And blood of earth How on as they have flowed, This cave was surely shap'd out for the
An universal deluge, which appears

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Of an enamour'd Goddess, and the cell Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift Haunted by holy Love the earliest oracle! My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave

of thee a gift : 119.

131. And didst thou not, thy breast to his re

Amidst this wreck, where thou hast made plying,

a shrine Blend a celestial with a human heart; And Love, which dies as it was born, in Among thy mightier offerings here are mine,

And temple more divinely desolate, sighing, Share with immortal transports ? could thine If thou hast ever seen me too elate,

Ruins of years though few, yet full of fate:

Hear me not; but if calmly I have borne Make them indeed immortal, and impart

Good, and reserved my pride against the hate The purity of heaven to earthly joys,

Which shall not whelm me, let me not have Expel the venom and not blunt the dartThe dull satiety which all destroys

This iron in my soul in vain shall they And root from out the soul the deadly weed

not mourn ? which cloys ?

132. The intensely personal nature of And thou, who never yet of human wrong Byron's poetry was never so perfectly Here, where the ancient paid thee homage

Lost the unbalanced scale, great Nemesis ! displayed, as in his meditations over

longthe ruins of the imperial city. Deeply Thou, who didst call the Furies from the as he is impressed with the nothing

abyss, ness of individual sorrows, when set And round Orestes bade them howl and hiss by the side of departed nations and de- For that unnatural retribution-just, serted cities, he cannot look either at Had it but been from hands less near-in the coliseum, the pantheon, the forum,

this or the capitol, without mingling with Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust! the meditations which these excite,

Dost thou not hear my heart ! -Awake !

thou shalt, and must. the agonizing wanderings of his own

133. wounded spirit. He is standing by It is not that I may not have incurr'd moonlight within the coliseum-our For my ancestral faults or mine the wound readers have not forgotten the beauti- I bleed withal, and, had it been conferr'd

allusion to the same scene in Man- With a just weapon, it had flowed unbound; tred.

But now my blood shall notsink in the ground; 128.

To thee I do devote it--thou shalt take Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome,

The vengeance, which shall yet be sought Collecting the chief trophies of her line,

and found, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Which if I have not taken for the sake Her Coliseum stands; the moonbeams shine But let that pass. I sleep, but thou shalt yet As 'twere its natural torches, for divine

awake. Should be the light which streams here, to Our extracts have run out to a very

illume This long-explor'd but still exhaustless mine fault for which we expect an easy par

disproportionate extent, but this is a Of contemplation; and the azure gloom Of an Italian night, where the deep skies It was a thought worthy of the great

don. Once more, and we have done.

spirit of Byron, after exhibiting to us 129. Hues which have words, and speak to ye ing scenes of earthly grandeur and

his pilgrim amidst all the most strikof heaven, Float o'er this vast and wondrous monument, earthly decay,--after teaching us, like And shadow forth its glory. There is given him, to sicken over the mutability, and Untothe things of earth, which time hath bent, vanity, and emptiness of human greatA spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant ness, to conduct him and us at last to His hand, but broke hisscythe, there is a power the borders of “ the great deep.” It And magic in the ruined battlement, is there that we may perceive an image For which the palace of the present hour of the awful and unchangeable abyss Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.

of eternity, into whose bosom so much

has sunk, and all shall one day sink, 130.

of that eternity wherein the scorn and Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter

the contempt of man, and “the love

of woman, And only healer when the heart hath bled

and the melancholy of Time! the corrector whereour judgments err, great, and the fretting of little minds, The test of truth, love,-sole philosopher,

shall be at rest for ever. No one, but For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift, a true poet of man and of nature, Which never loses though it doth defer- would have dared to frame such a tere VOL. III.

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mination for such a pilgrimage. The

182. image of the wanderer may well be Thy shores are empires, changed in all associated for a time with the rock of

save thee Calpe, the shattered temples of Athens, Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are

they ? or the gigantic fragments of Rome; but when we wish to think of this Thy waters wasted them while they were free, dark personification as of a thing which The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay

And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey is, where can we so well imagine him Has dried up realms to desarts:--not so thou, to have his daily haunt as by the roar- Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' playing of the waves ? It was thus that Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure browHorner represented Achilles in his such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest moments of ungovernable and inconsolable grief for Patroclus. It was

183. thus he chose to depict the paternal Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighdespair of Chriseus.

ty's form * Βη δ' ακιων παρα 9ινα πολυφλοισβοιο

Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, θαλασσης.

Calm or convuls'd—in breeze, or gale, or


Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, Dark-heaving ;-boundless, endless, and
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes, The image of Eternity--the throne
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime
I love not Man the less, but Nature more, The monsters of the deep are made ; each
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before, Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fa.
To mingle with the Universe, and feel

thomless, alone. What I can ne'er express, yet can not all


And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my

joy Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be roll !

Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ;

I wantoned with thy breakers -- they to me
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore;- upon the watery plain Made them a terror_’twas a pleasing fear,

Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain

For I was as it were a child of thee, A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,

And trusted to thy billows far and near,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,

And laid my hand upon thy mane- as I
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, do here.
Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin'd, and


My task is done—my song hath ceased
His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy Has died into an echo ; it is fit

fields Are not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise

The spell should break of this protracted And shake him from thee ; the vile strength The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit

dream. he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, My midnight lamp and what is writ, is

writ,Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send’st him, shivering in thy playful Would it were worthier ! but I am not now

That which I have been-and my visions fist spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies

Less palpably before me and the glow His petty hope in some near port or bay,

Which in my spirit dwelt, is fluttering, And dashest him again to earth :there let

faint, and low. him lay.

186. 181.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath The armaments which thunderstrike the

been walls

A sound which makes us linger ;-yet-
Of rock-built cities, bilding nations quake,

farewell I
And monarchs tremble in their capitals, Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Which is his last, if in your memories dwell
Their clay creator the vain title take A thought which once was his, if on ye swell
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;

A single recollection, not in vain
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, He wore his sandal-shoon, and scallop-shell;
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Farewell! with him alone may rest the pain,
Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Tra. If such there were with you, the moral of

his strain !

my theme




On the raising of Olive Trees.'_Trials in the shutter, the ray was made to fall upon have been frequently made, but without a prism, such as those which are usually success, to multiply the olive by sowing the employed in experiments in the primitive seeds ; it has always been found necessary colours. The spectrum which resulted from either to employ cuttings, or to procure wild the refraction was received upon a skreen ; plants from the woods. One of the inhabit- all the rays were intercepted except the vioants of Marseilles, astonished to find that we let, in which was placed a needle, for the cannot obtain by cultivation what nature purpose of being magnetized. It was a produces spontaneously, was led to reflect plate of thin steel, selected from a number upon the manner in which the wild plants of others, and which, upon making the were produced. They proceed from the trial, was found to possess no polarity, and kernels, which kernels have been carried not to exhibit any attraction for iron filings. into the woods, and sown there by birds, It was fixed horizontally on the support by who have swallowed the olives. By the act means of wax, and in such a direction as to of digestion, these olives have been deprived cut the magnetic meridian nearly at right of their natural oil, and the kernels have angles. By a lens of a sufficient size, the become permeable to the moisture of the whole of the violet ray was collected into a earth, the dung of the birds has served for focus, which was carried slowly along the manure, and, perhaps, the soda which this needle, proceeding from the centre towards dung contains, by combining with a portion one of the extremities, and always the same of the oil which has escaped digestion, may extremity, taking care, as is the case in the also favour germination. From these con. common operation of magnetizing, never to siderations the following experiments were go back in the opposite direction. After made :

operating in this manner for half an hour, A number of turkeys were caused to swal- the needle was examined ; but it was not low ripe olives; the dung was collected, found either to have acquired polarity or a containing the kernels of these olives, the sensible attraction for iron filings. The prowhole was placed in a stratum of earth, and was then continued for 25 minutes was frequently watered. The kernels were more, 55 in the whole, when the needle was found to vegetate, and a number of young found to be strongly magnetic; it acted plants were procured. In order to produce powerfully on the compass, the end of the upon olives an effect similar to that which needle which had received the influence of they experienced from the digestive power the violet ray repelling the north pole, and of the stomach, a quantity of them was ma

the whole of it attracting and keeping suscerated in an alkaline lixivium ; they were pended a fringe of iron filings. then sown, and olive plants were produced

It is stated, that a clear and bright atfrom them as in the former experiment.

mosphere is essential to the success of the This ingenious process may be regarded experiment, but that the temperature is inas a very important discovery, and may be different. At the time when the above ex. applied to other seeds besides that of the periment was made, about the end of April. olive, which are, in the same manner, so the temperature was rather cool than warm, oily, as that, except under some rare cir- Blue Iron Earth.--The blue iron earth, cumstances, the water cannot penetrate them

or native Prussian blue, as it was formerly and cause their developement. Of this de called, has been found in many parts of the scription is the nutmeg, which will seldom Continent of Europe, and also in Iceland and vegetate in our stoves ; but which, perhaps, in Shetland ; but it had never been discoverwould do so, was it submitted to the action ed in the island of Great Britain, until it of the stomach, or of the alkaline solution. was observed by Dr Bostock, at Knotshole,

On the Magnetizing Power of the Violet near Liverpool. On the north-east bank of Rays of the Solar Spectrum.-The reported the Mersey, about a mile and a half above discovery of M. Morichini, respecting the the town, a small glen, or dingle, is formmagnetizing power of the violet rays, which ed, apparently by a fissure in the brown was scarcely credited in this country, has sandstone, which, in this place, rises up to received the confirmation of Professor Play- the edge of the water ; the sides of the dinfair, as related in one of the late Numbers gle are covered with brush-wood, and at the of the Bibliotheque Universelle. He gives bottom is a flat swampy pasture. The upthe following account of an experiment of per stratum of the soil of the pasture is which he was a witness, and which was per- chiefly sand, mixed with a little vegetable formed by M. Carpe :

mould ; but at the depth of four or five teet, After having received into my chamber a there is a body of stiff white clay, mixed solar ray through a circular opening made with a considerable quantity of vegetable

matter, consisting principally of the roots

and stems of different species of rushes, and * Journ. Phram. de March 1817. other aquatic plants.

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