To him they turn, from his command, He bids be still; and, high between, He vanish'd—and in dull repose, In narrow bounds his life must close; And wept by Pity's tend'rest tear. As o'er the drowning wretch Th' incumbent wave rolls its o'erwhelming weight; That very wave, o'er which, of late, His eagle eye would proudly stretch, And, borne aloft, exult to spy 65 His destin'd victim vainly fly; So o'er that haughty soul Must the dark tide of recollection roll! How oft, to each succeeding age To paint himself he vainly plann'd! 70 Ma sull' eterna pagina Cadde la stanea man! Ahi, quante volte al tacito Le braccia al sen conserte, Stette, e dei dì che furono E ripensò le mobili Tende, e i percossi valli, E'l campo dei manipoli, E l'onda dei cavalli ; E'l concitato imperio, E'l celere ubbedir! 75 80 Ahi, forse a tanto strazio 85 Cadde lo spirito anelo, 75 As oft, upon th' eternal page Sank overpower'd his weary hand. Oft, as in silence died some listless day, Bent idly on the tumbling flood, With folded arms he stood; And bitterly he number'd o'er The days that had been, and that were no more! He saw the quick-struck tents again, The troops in martial pomp array'd, The pealing of th' artillery, The torrent charge of cavalry; The hasty word In thunder heard Heard, and at once obey'd! Beneath such suffocating thought Venne una man dal cielo, E in più spirabil aere Pietosa il trasportò. E l'avviò sui floridi Sentier della speranza Ai campi eterni, al premio La gloria che passò. Fede, ai trionfi avvezza, 90 95 Scrivi ancor questo; allegrati, 100 Che più superba altezza Giammai non si chinò. Sulla deserta coltrice Accanto a lui posò! 105 But Heav'n in mercy consolation brought, By viewless hands his steps were led, By unimagin'd joys possess'd; Is quench'd in one unclouded day. O Thou, whose triumphs who can tell? Let this the glorious number swell! Hath vail'd his stubborn pride. From foul reproach, angelic Friend, Do thou his weary dust defend! Since on that lonely couch, and suff'ring breast, He, who alone hath pow'r the soul To raise, depress, afflict, console, The Mighty God hath deign'd to rest! 137 Rome, 1822. 100 105 110 |