A funeral dower of present woes and past On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame, XLIII Then might'st thou more appall; or, less desired, For thy destructive charms; then, still untired, Quaff blood and water; nor the stranger's sword1 Victor or vanquished, thou the slave of friend or foe. XLIV Wandering in youth,2 I traced the path of him, he loved and sung about so nobly- Venice, Florence, and Rome - all are members of one enlightened government, and again, after ages, are enjoying both prosperity and peace. 1 The armed torrents: this might refer to Hannibal's passage through the Alps into Italy (218 B.C.); to Charles VIII's invasion, in 1494 A.D.; or to other incursions; but more probably it refers to the then recent invasion by Napoleon. The "many-nationed spoilers" are chiefly the French and the Austrians: the French conquered, but gave northern Italy to Austria. "From the Po" (1.6) is an adverbial phrase modifying "quaff." "The stranger's sword" is probably Napoleon's, who had overrun Italy and held her against the nations of the north; or it may be the sword of the Austrian. 2 Wandering in youth: his trip to Asia Minor, Greece, and Albania, in 1809-1811, which furnished material for the first two cantos of Childe Harold. For another allusion to this tour, see stanzas CLXXV and CLXXVI. The friend of Tully:1 as my bark did skim And Corinth on the left; I lay reclined even as he had seen the desolate sight; XLV For Time hath not rebuilt them, but upreared Sad wonder, and his yet surviving page The moral lesson bears, drawn from such pilgrimage. XLVI That page is now before me, and on mine Of perished states he mourned in their decline, Of then destruction, is; and now, alas! Rome Rome imperial, bows her to the storm, In the same dust and blackness, and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form, Wrecks of another world, whose ashes still are warm. 1 The friend of Tully: Tully," Rome's least mortal mind," is Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 B.C.), the greatest of Roman orators and prose writers. His friend was Servius Sulpicius, who wrote to Cicero a description of his voyage past the coast of Greece, where he saw, even then in ruins, the places mentioned by Byron in stanza XLIV (see also stanza CLXXIV). XLVII Yet, Italy through every other land Thy wrongs should ring — and shall from side to side; Mother of Arts! as once of Arms; thy hand Shall yet redeem thee, and, all backward driven, XLVIII But Arno wins us to the fair white walls, Her corn, and wine, and oil, and Plenty leaps And buried Learning rose, redeemed to a new morn. 1 The keys of heaven: it was Rome rather than Italy who was "the parent of our religion," and who, as the seat of the Popes, successors to St. Peter, held the "keys of heaven" (see Matthew xvi, 19). 2 The Etrurian Athens: Florence, often called the "Modern Athens," is in the province known to the ancient Romans as Etruria (now Tuscany), and is built on both sides of the river Arno. Its prosperity first arose from its commerce and great banking institutions —“modern luxury of Commerce born." Its merchants were princes, the wealthiest and most powerful of whom, the Medici, became the leaders of the city. This great family, one of the most remarkable known to history, patronized all the arts and sciences to an extent never known before. Under the patronage of the Medici, Florence, during the Age of the Renaissance (about 1400-1550), produced numberless men of science, scholars, architects, painters, and poets. Around Lorenzo de' Medici, the "Magnificent," gathered Machiavelli (see note 4, p. 78), Michelangelo (see note 1, p. 78), Politian, the scholar, Ghirlandajo, the painter, and a host of other men of genius. Florence is still one of the most beautiful and interesting cities in the world. A roll of the great men associated with her name reads like a history of civilization. XXI Existence may be borne, and the deep root not bestowed In vain should such example be; if they, Things of ignoble or of savage mood, Endure and shrink not, we of nobler clay May temper it to bear, it is but for a day. XXII All suffering doth destroy, or is destroyed, Ends: Some, with hope replenished and rebuoyed, Return to whence they came — with like intent, And weave their web again; some, bowed and bent, Wax gray and ghastly, withering ere their time, And perish with the reed on which they leant; Some seek devotion toil war - - good or crime, According as their souls were formed to sink or climb. XXIII But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, A tone of music - summer's eve or spring A flower the wind the ocean which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound; XXIV And how and why we know not, nor can trace The cold - the changed — perchance the dead, anew The mourned, the loved, the lost — too many! yet how few! XXV But The master-mould of Nature's heavenly hand; The beautiful, the brave — the lords of earth and sea. XXVI 1 the Men of Rome! The Commonwealth of Kings And even since, and now, fair Italy! Thou art the Garden of the World, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; 1 Stanza XXVI: with this should be read the following, from Canto III: "Italia! too, Italia! looking on thee, Full flashes on the soul the light of ages, Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee, To the last halo of the chiefs and sages Who glorify thy consecrated pages; Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still Flows from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill." |