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Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast	A
The march of hosts as Alaric passed	A
His steps have tracked that glorious clime	B
The birth place of heroic time	B
But he in northern deserts bred	C
Spared not the living for the dad	D
Nor heard the voice whose pleading cries	E
From temple and from tomb arise	E
He passed the light of burning fanes	E
Hath been his torch o'er Grecian plains	E
And woke they not the brave the free	F
To guard their own Thermopylae	G
And left they not their silent dwelling	H
When Scythia's note of war was swelling	H
No where the bold Three Hundred slept	I
Sad freedom battled not but wept	I
For nerveless then the Spartan's hand	J
And Thebes could rouse no Sacred Band	J
Nor one high soul from slumber broke	K
When Athens owned the Northern yoke	K
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But was there none for thee to dare	L
The conflict scorning to despair	L
O city of the seven proud hills	E
Whose name e'en yet the spirit thrills	E
As doth a clarion's battle call	G
Didst thou too ancient empress fall	G
Did no Camillus from the chain	M
Ransom thy Capitol again	N
Oh who shall tell the days to be	F
No patriot rose to bleed for thee	F
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Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast	A
The march of hosts as Alaric passed	A
That fearful sound at midnight deep	O
Burst on the eternal city's sleep	O
How woke the mighty She whose will	G
So long had bid the world be still	G
Her sword a sceptre and her eye	P
The ascendant star of destiny	F
She woke to view the dread array	Q
Of Scythians rushing to their prey	Q
To hear her streets resound the cries	E
Poured from a thousand agonies	E
While the strange light of flames that gave	R
A ruddy glow to Tiber's wave	R
Bursting in that terrific hour	S
From fane and palace dome and tower	S
Revealed the throngs for aid divine	T
Clinging to many a worshiped shrine	T
Fierce fitful radiance wildly shed	C
O'er spear and sword with carnage red	C
Shone o'er the suppliant and the flying	H
And kindled pyres for Romans dying	H
	-
Weep Italy alas that e'er	S
Should tears alone thy wrongs declare	L
The time hath been when thy distress	E
Had roused up empires for redress	E
Now her long race of glory run	U
Without a combat Rome is won	U
And from her plundered temples forth	V
Rush the fierce children of the north	V
To share beneath more genial skies	E
Each joy their own rude clime denies	E
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Ye who on bright Campania's shore	W
Bade your fair villas rise of yore	W
With all their graceful colonnades	E
And crystal baths and myrtle shades	E
Along the blue Hesperian deep	O
Whose glassy waves in sunshine sleep	O
Beneath your olive and your vine	T
Far other inmates now recline	T
And the tall plane whose roots ye fed	C
With rich libations duly shed	C
O'er guests unlike your vanished friends	E
Its bowery canopy extends	E
For them the southern heaven is glowing	H
The bright Falernian nectar flowing	H
For them the marble halls unfold	X
Where nobler beings dwelt of old	X
Whose children for harbarian lords	E
Touch the sweet lyre's resounding chords	E
Or wreaths of Paestan roses twine	T
To crown the sons of Elbe and Rhine	T
Yet though luxurious they repose	E
Beneath Corinthian porticoes	E
While round them into being start	Y
The marvels of triumphant art	Y
Oh not for them hath genius given	U
To Parian stone the fire of heaven	U
Enshrining in the forms he wrought	Z
A bright eternity of thought	Z
In vain the natives of the skies	E
In breathing marble round them rise	E
And sculptured nymphs of fount or glade	A2
People the dark green laurel shade	A2
Cold are the conqueror's heart and eye	P
To visions of divinity	F
And rude his hand which dares deface	E
The models of immortal grace	E
	-
Arouse ye from your soft delights	E
Chieftains the war note's call invites	E
And other lands must yet be won	U
And other deeds of havoc done	U
Warriors your flowery bondage break	B2
Sons of the stormy north awake	B2
The barks are launching from the steep	O
Soon shall the Isle of Ceres weep	O
And Afric's burning winds afar	C2
Waft the shrill sounds of Alaric's war	W
Where shall his race of victory close	E
When shall the ravaged earth repose	E
But hark what wildly mingling cries	E
From Scythia's camp tumultuous rise	E
Why swells dread Alaric's name on air	L
A sterner conqueror hath been there	L
A conqueror yet his paths are peace	E
He comes to bring the world's release	E
He of the sword that knows no sheath	D2
The avenger the deliverer Death	E2
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Is then that daring spirit fled	C
Doth Alaric slumber with the dead	C
Tamed are the warrior's pride and strength	F2
And he and earth are calm at length	F2
The land where heaven unclouded shines	E
Where sleep the sunbeams on the vines	E
The land by conquest made his own	G2
Can yield him now a grave alone	G2
But his her lord from Alp to sea	F
No common sepulchre shall be	F
Oh make his tomb where mortal eye	P
Its buried wealth may ne'er descry	L
Where mortal foot may never tread	C
Above a victor monarch's bed	C
Let not his royal dust be hid	H2
'Neath star aspiring pyramid	H2
Nor bid the gathered mound arise	E
To bear his memory to the skies	E
Years roll away oblivion claims	E
Her triumph o'er heroic names	E
And hands profane disturb the clay	Q
That once was fired with glory's ray	Q
And Avarice from their secret gloom	B
Drags e'en the treasures of the tomb	B
But thou O leader of the free	L
That general doom awaits not thee	L
Thou where no step may e'er intrude	I2
Shalt rest in regal solitude	I2
Till bursting on thy sleep profound	J2
The Awakener's final trumpet sound	J2
Turn ye the waters from their course	E
Bid Nature yield to human force	E
And hollow in the torrent's bed	C
A chamber for the mighty dead	C
The work is done the captive's hand	J
Hath well obeyed his lord's command	J
Within that royal tomb are cast	A
The richest trophies of the past	A
The wealth of many a stately dome	B
The gold and gems of plundered Rome	B
And when the midnight stars are beaming	H
And ocean waves in stillness gleaming	H
Stern in their grief his warriors bear	L
The Chastener of the Nations there	L
To rest at length from victory's toil	G
Alone with all an empire's spoil	G
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Then the freed current's rushing wave	R
Rolls o'er the secret of the grave	R
Then streams the martyred captives' blood	K2
To crimson that sepulchral flood	K2
Whose conscious tide alone shall keep	O
The mystery in its bosom deep	O
Time hath passed on since then and swept	I
From earth the urns where heroes slept	I
Temples of gods and domes of kings	E
Are mouldering with forgotten things	E
Yet shall not ages e'er molest	L2
The viewless home of Alaric's rest	L2
Still rolls like them the unfailing river	L
The guardian of his dust for ever	L

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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