AMIDST these scenes, O pilgrim! seek'st thou Rome! Vain is thy search -- the pomp of Rome is fled; Her silent Aventine is glory's tomb; Her walls, her shrines, but relics of the dead. That hill, where Caesars dwelt in other days, Forsaken mourns, where once it towered sublime; Each mouldering medal now far less displays The triumphs won by Latium, than by Time. Tiber alone survives -- the passing wave, That bathed her towers, now murmnrs by her grave. Wailing, with plaintive sound, her fallen fanes. Rome! of thine ancient grandeur, all is past, That seemed for years eternal framed to last, Nought but the wave, a fugitive, -- remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |