Charles Symmons

Roman! be thine the sovereign arts of sway; Nobly to rule, and make the world obey: Give peace its laws; respect the prostrate foe: Abase the lofty, and exalt the low.

—————————— to death's abode Prone lies the path, and facile is the road. To all who seek them open day and night, Pluto's black gates with broad access invite. But to recall the foot, retrace the way Up the dark steep, and re-assert the …

They can because they dare.

"And shall I die? and unrevenged?" she said: "Yes! let me die! thus—thus I plunge in night."

Yet have I lived!—and lived for noble ends! My shade in glory to the shades descends.

And while the memory of self remains, While life's warm spirit quickens in my veins, Still shall your worth be treasured in my breast; And still Elissa's virtues be confess'd.

Dire lust of gold! how mighty thy controll To bend to crime man's impotence of soul!

O! trust not to the horse, my Trojan Friends! Whate'er it means, it means but to deceive. I dread the Grecians even when they give.

Hard is the task, O Queen! that you impose, To tear my bosom with reviving woes.

Arms, and the man who first, by Fate's command, From Ilion flying, sought Italia's strand, And gain'd Lavinium, are my themes of song. Long toss'd by waves, on land he suffer'd long: From power supernal, such his doom of woe; Pursued by …

As it is generally seen, blank verse seems to be only a laborious and doubtful struggle to escape from the fangs of prose... if it ever ventures to relax into simple and natural phraseology, it instantly becomes tame and the prey of its …