That man may do.”
Miss Baillie’s “Constantine Palæologus.”
I.
The fires grew pale on Rome’s deserted shrines,
In the dim grot the Pythia’s voice had died;
—Shout for the City of the Constantines,
The rising city of the billow-side,
The City of the Cross!—great ocean’s bride,
Crown’d with her birth she sprung! Long ages past,
And still she look’d in glory o’er the tide,