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The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless

Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress. 711

The Niobe1 of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago;

1 The children of Niobe were slain by Apollo.

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Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation; — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized?

In him alone. Can Nature show so fair? Where are the charms and virtues which we dare

Conceive in boyhood and pursue as men, The unreach'd Paradise of our despair, Which o'er-informs the pencil and the pen, And overpowers the page where it would bloom again? 1098

- 'tis youth's frenzy — Is bitterer still; as charm by charm unwinds

Who loves, raves but the cure

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And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.

Chillon thy prison is a holy place,

And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace

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Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface!

For they appeal from tyranny to God.

THE PRISONER OF CHILLON

My hair is gray, but not from years;
Nor grew it white

In a single night,

As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose,

For they have been a dungeon's spoil,

And mine has been the fate of those
To whom the goodly earth and air
Are bann'd, and barr'd - forbidden fare; 10
But this was for my father's faith
I suffer'd chains and courted death:
That father perish'd at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake;
And for the same his lineal race
In darkness found a dwelling-place.
We were seven who now are one;
Six in youth, and one in age,
Finish'd as they had begun,

Proud of Persecution's rage;
One in fire, and two in field,
Their belief with blood have seal'd
Dying as their father died,
For the God their foes denied ;-
Three were in a dungeon cast,
Of whom this wreck is left the last.

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1 The castle of Chillon covers a huge rock at the eastern end of Lake Geneva (Lake Leman).

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