Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Rome buried in her own ruins

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QUEVEDO.

ROME BURIED IN HER OWN RUINS.

Buscas en Roma á Roma, ó peregrino!





AMIDST these scenes, O pilgrim! seek'st thou Rome?
Vain is thy search—the pomp of Rome is fled;
Her silent Aventine is glory's tomb;
Her walls, her shrines, but relics of the dead.

That hill, where Cæsars dwelt in other days,
Forsaken mourns, where once it towered sublime;
Each mouldering medal now far less displays
The triumphs won by Latium, than by Time.

Tyber alone survives—the passing wave,
That bathed her towers, now murmurs by her grave,
Wailing, with plaintive sound, her fallen fanes.
Rome! of thine ancient grandeur all is past,
That seemed for years eternal framed to last,
Nought but the wave, a fugitive—remains.