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LINES,
SUGGESTED BY VANDERLYN'S FINE PICTURE OF CAIUS MARIUS AMONG THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE.
Pillars are fallen at thy feet,
Fanes quiver in the air,
A prostrate city is thy seat,
And thou alone art there.
Fanes quiver in the air,
A prostrate city is thy seat,
And thou alone art there.
No change comes o'er thy noble brow,
Though ruin is around thee;
Thine eye-beam burns as proudly now,
As when the laurel crown'd thee.
Though ruin is around thee;
Thine eye-beam burns as proudly now,
As when the laurel crown'd thee.
It cannot bend thy lofty soul,
Though friends and fame depart;
The car of fate may o'er thee roll,
Nor crush thy Roman heart.
Though friends and fame depart;
The car of fate may o'er thee roll,
Nor crush thy Roman heart.
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And genius hath electric power,
Which earth can never tame;
Bright suns may scorch, and dark clouds lower—
Its flash is still the same!
Which earth can never tame;
Bright suns may scorch, and dark clouds lower—
Its flash is still the same!
The dreams we loved in early life,
May melt like mist away;
High thoughts may seem, 'mid passion's strife,
Like Carthage in decay.
May melt like mist away;
High thoughts may seem, 'mid passion's strife,
Like Carthage in decay.
And proud hopes in the human heart
May be to ruin hurl'd,
Like mould'ring monuments of art
Heap'd on a sleeping world.
May be to ruin hurl'd,
Like mould'ring monuments of art
Heap'd on a sleeping world.
Yet there is something will not die,
Where life hath once been fair;
Some towering thoughts still rear on high,
Some Roman lingers there!
Where life hath once been fair;
Some towering thoughts still rear on high,
Some Roman lingers there!
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