REGGIO (RHEGIUM) ON IBYCUS RHEGIUM, whose feet Trinacria's straitened sea UNCERTAIN. Tr. W. Hay. REGGIO AND shouldst thou doubt the visible prophecies On Reggio's shore, go mark its ruins fling On serried armies, marshalled horse that leap Along the flying plains, and charging squadrons sweep. And cliffs cloud-capped, deep vales, white herds far seen, And shepherds with their flocks, and mountains bare, Looking repose: lo! in the silvery sheen Floating above the wave, they melt to air, From mist and shadow, but they finger forth JOHN EDMUND READE. THE RIVER BUSENTO THE GRAVE IN THE BUSENTO By Cosenza, songs of wail at midnight wake Busento's shore, O'er the wave resounds the answer, and amid the vortex' roar! Valiant Goths, like specters, steal along the banks with hurried pace, Weeping over Alaric dead, the best, the bravest of his race. Ah! too soon, from home so far, was it their lot to dig his grave, While still o'er his shoulders flowed his youthful ringlets' flaxen wave. On the shore of the Busento ranged, they with each other vied, As they dug another bed to turn the torrent's course aside. In the waveless hollow turning o'er and o'er the sod, the corse Deep into the earth they sank, in armour clad, upon his horse. Covered then with earth again the horse and rider in the grave, That above the hero's tomb the torrent's lofty plants might wave. And, a second time diverted, was the floor conducted back, Foaming rushed Busento's billows onwards in their wonted track. And a warrior chorus sang, "Sleep with thy honours, hero brave! "Ne'er shall foot of lucre-lusting Roman desecrate thy grave!" Far and wide the songs of praise resounded in the Gothic host; Bear them on, Busento's billow, bear them on from coast to coast! AUGUST VON PLATEN. Tr. Alfred Baskerville. TARANTO (TARENTUM) TARENTUM AND next Tarentum's bay, Named, if report be true, from Hercules, The prow to the left, and the whole cohort strain Of death. Three times amid their hollow caves |