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V.
Though Alps in awful grandeur stood around,
With all the wonders their deep bosoms hold,
Summer's bright verdure, snow's eternal cold,
Dark pine-clad steeps, and torrent-gulf profound;
With all the wonders their deep bosoms hold,
Summer's bright verdure, snow's eternal cold,
Dark pine-clad steeps, and torrent-gulf profound;
Still, like the Pilgrim, on sweet errand bound,
Whose eyes with passing glance the scenes behold,
Which realms of beauty to his view unfold,
I sped with eager step tow'rds Latian ground:
Whose eyes with passing glance the scenes behold,
Which realms of beauty to his view unfold,
I sped with eager step tow'rds Latian ground:
My fancy lingered round the imperial halls,
Where she had made herself a shadowy home,
By Tiber's banks, and Anio's waterfalls:
Where she had made herself a shadowy home,
By Tiber's banks, and Anio's waterfalls:
My childhood's thought, my youth's desire, was Rome:
Strangely I longed to walk within her walls,
And worship God beneath his proudest dome.
Strangely I longed to walk within her walls,
And worship God beneath his proudest dome.
1821.
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