d nuptial feast attiring-there I slept, d in my dreams wandered once more, well pleased. t now a charm was on the rocks and woods THE GREAT ST. BERNARD. IGHT was again descending, when my mule, That all day long had climbed among the clouds, gher and higher still, as by a stair et down from heaven itself, transporting me, ho, as we toiled below, had heard by fits hat House, the highest in the Ancient World, was a pile of simplest masonry, Vith narrow windows and vast buttresses, In the course of the year they entertain from thirty to thirty-five kasand travellers.-Le PÈRE BISELX, Prieur. Every sea Was covered with her sails; in every port Her arts and laws and institutes were there, Wondrous was her wealth, The world itself her willing tributary; Yet, to accomplish what her soul desired, Yet ere long 'twas hers, North America speaks for itself; and so indeed may we say of India, when such a territory is ours in a region so remote; when a company of merchants, from such small beginnings, have established a dominion so absolute-a dominion over a people for ages civilized and cultivated, while we were yet in the woods. 2 Alluding to the battle of Waterloo. The illustrious man who commanded there on our side, and who, in his anxiety to do justice to others, never fails to forget himself, said to me many years afterwards with some agitation, when relating an occurrence of that day, "It was a battle of giants! a battle of giants!" To toil and toil, alas, how hopelessly, All else forgot, and, burdened as she was, 1 Parliament had only to register the edict of the people.CHANNING. [THE first part of this Poem was published in 1822. A few years later the second part was added. It was revised throughout and further additions were made from time to time; and in its Author's opinion the first complete Edition was that of 1834.] PREFACE. IN this Poem the Author has endeavoured to describe his Journey through a beautiful country; and it may not perhaps be uninteresting to those who have learnt to live in Past Times as well as Present, and whose minds are familiar with the Events and the People that have rendered Italy so illustrious; for, wherever he came, he could not but remember; nor is he conscious of having slept over any ground that has been "dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue." Much of it was originally published as it was written on the spot, He has since, on a second visit, revised it throughout, and added many stories from the old Chroniclers and many Notes illustrative of the manners, customs, and superstitions there. AY glimmered in the east, and the white Moon Hung like a vapour in the cloudless Yet visible, when on my way I went, Had from his window leant, drowsy, half-clad, With transport quivering) on my way I went, 'Tis not a tale that every hour brings with it. Day glimmered and I went, a gentle breeze Ruffling the Leman Lake. Wave after wave, If such they might be called, dashed as in sport, 1 J.-J. ROUSSEAU. "J'arrive essoufflé, tout en nage; le cœur me bat; je vois de loin les soldats à leur poste; j'accours, je crie d'une voix étouffée. Il étoit trop tard."-Les Confessions, 1. i. |