GENOA APPROACH TO GENOA Ar length the day departed, and the moon Waters and woods and cloud-capt promontories, So fast it flowed, her tongue so voluble, As if she thought her hearers would be gone Thy pharos, Genoa, first displayed itself, That guiding star so oft the only one, When those now glowing in the azure vault And marble terraces in many a flight, A palace, such as somewhere in the East, In Zenastan or Araby the blest, Among its golden groves and fruits of gold, As with the radiance of the setting sun, SAMUEL ROGERS. GENOA NIGHT AT THE PARADISO АH! what avails it, Genoa, now to thee That Doria, feared by monarchs, once was thine? Univied ruin! in thy sad decline From virtuous greatness, what avails that he Whose prow descended first the Hesperian sea, And gave our world her mate beyond the brine, Was nurtured, whilst an infant, at thy knee?— All things must perish,-all but things divine. Flowers, and the stars, and virtue,—these alone, The self-subsisting shapes, or self-renewing, Survive. All else are sentenced. Wisest were That builder who should plan with strictest care (Ere yet the wood was felled or hewn the stone) The aspect only of his pile in ruin! AUBREY DE VERE. ON THE MONUMENT ERECTED TO ITALIA, mother of the souls of men, Mother divine, Of all that serv'd thee best with sword or pen, Thou knowest that here the likeness of the best The head most high, the heart found faithfullest, Above the fume and foam of time that flits, Now sits on high where Alighieri sits With Angelo. Nor his own heavenly tongue hath heavenly speech Enough to say What this man was, whose praise no thought may reach, No words can weigh. Since man's first mother brought to mortal birth Such Her first-born son, grace befell not ever man on earth As crowns this One. Of God nor man was ever this thing said: Life back to her who gave him, that his dead But this man found his mother dead and slain, And bade the dead rise up and live again, And all the world was bright with her through him: But dark with strife, Like heaven's own sun that storming clouds bedim, Was all his life. Life and the clouds are vanish'd; hate and fear Of time to hurt and are not: He is here City superb, that hadst Columbus first For sovereign son, Be prouder that thy breast hath later nurst Glory be his forever, while this land Lives and is free, As with controlling breath and sovereign hand Earth shows to heaven the names by thousands told That crown her fame: But highest of all that heaven and earth behold ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. GENOA GENTLY, as roses die, the day declines; On the charmed air there is a hush the while; The moon is up; and o'er the warm wave shines The beautiful, in nature's bloom, is thine; |