previous next

     Rome, frowning o'er her new-made graves,
Shall curse thee from her heart!

No wreaths of sad Campagna's flowers
     Shall childhood in thy pathway fling;
No garlands from their ravaged bowers
     Shall Terni's maidens bring;

But, hateful as that tyrant old,
     The mocking witness of his crime,
In thee shall loathing eyes behold
     The Nero of our time!

Stand where Rome's blood was freest shed,
     Mock Heaven with impious thanks, and call
Its curses on the patriot dead,
     Its blessings on the Gaul!

Or sit upon thy throne of lies,
     A poor, mean idol, blood-besmeared,
Whom even its worshippers despise,
     Unhonored, unrevered!

Yet, Scandal of the World! from thee
     One needful truth mankind shall learn:
That kings and priests to Liberty
     And God are false in turn.

Earth wearies of them; and the long
     Meek sufferance of the Heavens doth fail;
Woe for weak tyrants, when the strong
     Wake, struggle, and prevail!

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Places (automatically extracted)

View a map of the most frequently mentioned places in this document.

Download Pleiades ancient places geospacial dataset for this text.

hide People (automatically extracted)
Sort people alphabetically, as they appear on the page, by frequency
Click on a person to search for him/her in this document.
Meek (1)
hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: