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 The verse and sentiment are taken from Homer. Petrarch. 5.-Page 93, line 28. gone- 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, Or deify the canvass till it shine With beauty so surpassing all below, VOL. II. H That they who kneel to idols so divine Break no commandment, for high heaven is there Of poesy, which peoples but the air With thought and beings of our thought reflected, Ye shall be taught by Ruin to revive In Roman works wrought by Italian hands, Such as all flesh shall flock to kneel in: ne'er As this, to which all nations shall repair And lay their sins at this huge gate of heaven. His chisel bid the Hebrew,2 at whose word The stream of his great thoughts shall spring from me,1 Amidst the clash of swords, and clang of helms, Shall be the Age of Beauty, and while whelms, Calamity the nations with distress, The genius of my country shall arise, A Cedar towering o'er the Wilderness, Lovely in all its branches to all eyes, Fragrant as fair, and recognised afar, Wafting its native incense through the skies. Emblems and monuments, and prostitute To bear a burthen, and to serve a need, But free; who sweats for monarchs is no more Than the gilt chamberlain, who, clothed and fee'd, Stands sleek and slavish, bowing at his door. Oh, Power that rulest and inspirest! how Is it that they on earth, whose earthly power Is likest thine in heaven in outward show, Least like to thee in attributes divine, Tread on the universal necks that bow, And then assure us that their rights are thine? And how is it that they, the sons of fame, Whose inspiration seems to them to shine From high, they whom the nations oftest name, Must pass their days in penury or pain, Or step to grandeur through the paths of shame, And wear a deeper brand and gaudier chain? Or if their destiny be born aloof From lowliness, or tempted thence in vain, In their own souls sustain a harder proof, The inner war of passions deep and fierce? Florence! when thy harsh sentence razed my roof, I loved thee; but the vengeance of my verse, The hate of injuries which every year Makes greater, and accumulates my curse, Shall live, outliving all thou holdest dear, Thy pride, thy wealth, thy freedom, and even that, The sway of petty tyrants in a state; For such sway is not limited to kings, And demagogues yield to them but in date, Which make men hate themselves, and one another, The faction Chief is but the Sultan's brother, Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong, The ashes thou shalt ne'er obtain-Alas! Raised by thy will, all thine in peace or war, And for this thou hast warr'd with me.-'Tis done As in the old time, till the hour be come When Truth shall strike their eyes through many a tear, And make them own the Prophet in his tomb. |