Amid the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle, and is now t
Of an extinguished people,'—so tha
Weeps o’€™er the shipwrecks of Ob
There stands the Tower of Famine.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
Count Francesco Cenci.
Giacomo, his Son.
Bernardo, his Son.
Cardinal Camillo.

Once, early in the morning, Beelz
With care his sweet person adornin
He put on his Sunday clothes.
He drew on a boot to hide his hoof
He drew on a glove to hide his cla

When a lover clasps his fairest,
Then be our dread sport the rarest
Their caresses were like the chaff
In the tempest, and be our laugh
His despair—her epitaph!

There late was One within whose s
As light and wind within some deli
That fades amid the blue noon’s bu
Genius and death contended. None
The sweetness of the joy which mad

Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow
Struggling in thine haggard eye:
Firmness dare to borrow
From the wreck of destiny;
For the ray morn’s bloom revealing

Serene in his unconquerable might
Endued[,] the Almighty King, his
Encompassed unapproachably with po
And darkness and deep solitude an
Stood like a black cloud on some a

Chameleons feed on light and air:
Poets’ food is love and fame:
If in this wide world of care
Poets could but find the same
With as little toil as they,

If solitude hath ever led thy step
To the wild ocean’s echoing shore,
And thou hast lingered there,
Until the sun’s broad orb
Seemed resting on the burnished wa

When soft winds and sunny skies
With the green earth harmonize,
And the young and dewy dawn,
Bold as an unhunted fawn,
Up the windless heaven is gone,—