Keen was the vision which Ambition lent To Rome's great captains, when the vacant realm Was waiting for a chief to seize the helm, And their stern martial looks were southward bent From Gaul or Britain, like a wizard's gaze Constraining some weak victim to his harm, While yet the nations had no countercharm Against a despot's eye, in those fierce days; The city of their greed seemed well-nigh theirs, Half in their grasp, full clearly bodied forth; My Rome should softly float into the north At my fond wish, convoyed by gentle airs - Rapt into Freedom's land a little while From Pio's grief, and Antonelli's guile! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI DIRGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 133 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |