TO VIRGIL.
173
IX.
Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd,
and the Rome of freemen holds her place,
I, from out the Northern Island
sunder'd once from all the human race,
Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd,
and the Rome of freemen holds her place,
I, from out the Northern Island
sunder'd once from all the human race,
X.
I salute thee, Mantovano
I that loved thee since my day began,
Wielder of the stateliest measure
ever moulded by the lips of man.
I salute thee, Mantovano
I that loved thee since my day began,
Wielder of the stateliest measure
ever moulded by the lips of man.
