, the mgn piace Where Rome embraced her heroes? where the steep Tarpeian? fittest goal of Treason's race, The promontory whence the Traitor's Leap Cured all ambition. Did the conquerors heap Their spoils here? Yes; and in yon field below, A thousand years of silenced factions sleepThe Forum, where the immortal accents glow, CXIII. The field of freedom, faction, fame, and blood: Trod on the trembling senate's slavish mutes, CXIV. Then turn we to her latest tribune's name, The forum's champion, and the people's chief- CXV. Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair Who found a more than common votary there The mosses of thy fountain still are sprinkled Of the cleft statue, with a gentle leap And didst thou not, tny breast to his replying, The purity of heaven to earthly joys, Expel the venom and not blunt the dart The dull satiety which all destroys— And root from out the soul the deadly weed which cloys? The mosses of thy fountain still are sprinkled Of the cleft statue, with a gentle leap |