CXLVII. Relic of nobler days, and noblest arts! To art a model; and to him who treads Rome for the sake of ages, Glory sheds Her light through thy sole aperture; to those Who worship, here are altars for their beads; And they who feel for genius may repose Their eyes on honour'd forms, whose busts around them close. (1) CXLVIII. There is a dungeon, in whose dim drear light (2) The blood is nectar :- but what doth she there, With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare? (1) The Pantheon has been made a receptacle for the busts of modern great, or, at least, distinguished, men. The flood of light which once fell through the large orb above on the whole circle of divinities, now shines on a numerous assemblage of mortals, some one or two of whom have been almost deified by the veneration of their countrymen. For a notice of the Pantheon, see "Historical Illustrations," p. 287. (2) "There is a dungeon, in whose dim drear light This and the three next stanzas allude to the story of the Roman daughter, which is recalled to the traveller by the site, or pretended site, of that adventure, now shown at the church of St. Nicholas in Carcere. The difficulties attending the full belief of the tale are stated in "Histori. cal Illustrations,” p. 295. CXLIX. Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life, What may the fruit be yet?—I know not-Cain was Eve's. CL. But here youth offers to old age the food, Drink, drink and live, old man! Heaven's realm holds no such tide. CLI. The starry fable of the milky way And sacred Nature triumphs more in this Where sparkle distant worlds :-Oh, holiest nurse! CLII. Turn to the Mole which Hadrian rear'd on high, (1) Whose travell'd phantasy from the far Nile's To build for giants, and for his vain earth, CLIII. But lo! the dome-the vast and wondrous dome, (2) To which Diana's marvel was a cell Christ's mighty shrine above his martyr's tomb! I have beheld the Ephesian's miracleIts columns strew the wilderness, and dwell The hyæna and the jackall in their shade ; I have beheld Sophia's bright roofs swell Their glittering mass i' the sun, and have survey'd Its sanctuary the while the usurping Moslem pray'd; CLIV. But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled. (1) The castle of St. Angelo. (2) The church of St. Peter's. CLV. Enter its grandeur overwhelms thee not; (1) 66 (1) ["I remember very well," says Sir Joshua Reynolds, my own disappointment when I first visited the Vatican; but on confessing my feelings to a brother student, of whose ingenuousness I had a high opinion, he acknowledged that the works of Raphael had the same effect on him, or rather that they did not produce the effect which he expected. This was a great relief to my mind; and on enquiring further of other students, I found that those persons only who, from natural imbecility, appeared to be incapable of relishing those divine performances, made pretensions to instantaneous raptures on first beholding them. In justice to myself, however, I must add, that though disappointed and mortified at not finding myself enraptured with the works of this great master, I did not for a moment conceive or suppose that the name of Raphael, and those admirable paintings in particular, owed their reputation to the ignorance and prejudice of mankind; on the contrary, my not relishing them as I was conscious I ought to have done, was one of the most humiliating circumstances that ever happened to me; I found myself in the midst of works executed upon principles with which I was unacquainted: I felt my ignorance, and stood abashed. All the indigested notions of painting which I had brought with me from England, where the art was in the lowest state it had ever been in, (it could not, indeed, be lower,) were to be totally done away and eradicated from my mind. It was necessary, as it is expressed on a very solemn occasion, that I should become as a little child. Notwithstanding my disappointment, I proceeded to copy some of those excellent works. I viewed them again and again; I even affected to feel their merit and admire them more than I really did. In a short time, a new taste and a new perception began to dawn upon me, and I was convinced that I had originally formed a false opinion of the perfection of art, and that this great painter was well entitled to the high rank which he holds in the admiration of the world. The truth is, that if these works had really been what I had expected, they would have contained beauties superficial and alluring, but by no means such as would have entitled them to the great reputation which they have borne so long, and so justly obtained."-) -E.] CLVI. Thou movest-but increasing with the advance, Vastness which grows-but grows to harmonise- Rich marbles-richer painting-shrines where The lamps of gold-and haughty dome which vies frame [must claim. Sits on the firm-set ground—and this the clouds CLVII. Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break, And as the ocean many bays will make, To more immediate objects, and control In mighty graduations, part by part, The glory which at once upon thee did not dart, CLVIII. Not by its fault-but thine: Our outward sense That what we have of feeling most intense Fools our fond gaze, and greatest of the great Till, growing with its growth, we thus dilate |