ROME! what a scroll of History thine has been In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world for many an age's span: Then of thy peoples thou wert crowned Queen, Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen; And now upon thy walls the breezes fan (Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man!) The hated flag of red and white and green. When was thy glory! when in search for power Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun, And all the nations trembled at thy rod? Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour, When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One, The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY WITH A NANTUCKET SHELL by CHARLES HENRY WEBB PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 18. AL-RAZZAK by EDWIN ARNOLD TRISTRAM AND ISEULT by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |