Smoke that to the sky aspires,
Heavy hail of solid fires,
Flames the fruitful fields o’erflowing,
Ocean with the reflex glowing;
Thunder, whose redoubled sound
Echoes o’er the vaulted ground!—
Such thy glories, such the gloom
That conceals thy secret tomb,
Sov’reign of this enchanted sea,
Where sunk thy charms, Parthenope.