But fly more near the earth; how many a phrase And language, eloquently false, evince He who once enters in a tyrant's hall 3 His spirit; thus the Bard too near the throne Or force, or forge fit argument of song! Thus trammell'd, thus condemn'd to Flattery's trebles, He toils through all, still trembling to be wrong: For fear some noble thoughts, like heavenly rebels, Should rise up in high treason to his brain, He sings, as the Athenian spoke, with pebbles In's mouth, lest truth should stammer through his strain. But out of the long file of sonneteers There shall be some who will not sing in vain, And Italy shall hail him as the Chief Of Free lom wreathe him with as green a leaf. The banks of Po two greater still than he; The world which smiled on him shall do them wrong Till they are ashes, and repose with me. The first will make an epoch with his lyre, His fancy like a rainbow, and his fire, Like that of Heaven, immortal, and his thought Pleasure shall, like a butterfly new caught, Conflict, and final triumph of the brave Their hearts from their great purpose, until wave Of years, of favour, freedom, even of fame To shield him from insanity or shame, Such shall be his meet guerdon! who was sent To be Christ's Laureate-they reward him well! Florence dooms me but death or banishment, Ferrara him a pittance and a cell, Harder to bear and less deserved, for I Had stung the factions which I strove to quell; But this meek man, who with a lover's eye Will look on earth and heaven, and who will deign As poor a thing as e'er was spawn'd to reign, And, dying in despondency, bequeath To the kind world, which scarce will yield a tear A heritage enriching all who breathe With the wealth of a genuine poet's soul, Unmatch'd by time; not Hellas can unroll Through her olympiads two such names, though one Of hers be mighty;—and is this the whole Of such men's destiny beneath the sun?6 Must all the finer thoughts, the thrilling sense, That which should be, to such a recompense Back to their native mansion, soon they find Succumbs to long infection, and despair, And when at length the winged wanderers stoop, Were prouder than more dazzling fame unbless'd; Whose splendour from the black abyss is flung, While the scorch'd mountain, from whose burning breast A temporary torturing flame is wrung, Shines for a night of terror, then repels Its fire back to the hell from whence it sprung, The hell which in its entrails ever dwells. NOTES TO CANTO THE THIRD. 1.-Page 92, line 16. Conquerors on foreign shores, and the far wave, ALEXANDER of Parma, Spinola, Pescara, Eugene of Savoy, Monte cucco. 2.-Page 92, line 17. Discoverers of new worlds, which take their name; Columbus, Americus Vespusius, Sebastian Cabot. 3.-Page 93, line 8. He who once enters in a tyrant's hall A verse from the Greek tragedians, with which Pompey took leave of Cornelia on entering the boat in which he was slain. 4.-Page 93, line 11. A captive, sees his half of manhood gone- The verse and sentiment are taken from Homer. Petrarch. 5.-Page 93, line 28. And he, their prince, shall rank among my peers, 6.-Page 95, line 4. Of such men's destiny beneath the sun? ["Reader! how must you have admired those exquisitely beautiful and affecting portraitures of Ariosto and Tasso which conclude the third canto of the 'Prophecy of Dante!' We there see them characterised in number, style, and sentiment, so wonderfully Dantesque, that they seem to have been inspired by the very genius of the inarrivabile Dante himself."-GLENBERVIE.] CANTO THE FOURTH. MANY are poets who have never penn'd Of passion, and their frailties link'd to fame, From overfeeling good or ill; and aim And be the new Prometheus of new men, The form which their creations may essay, Than aught less than the Homeric page may bear; One noble stroke with a whole life may glow, With beauty so surpassing all below, VOL. II. H |