Has, sketched us the flirts, and the croquet moreover,
He’ll smile as he sees, in the shade of St. Peter’s
How coolly we’ve stolen his phrases and metres.
2.
But though English are few on the Pincian Hill,
One grave politician is lingering still;
From Montorio looks down on the Tiber, and thinks
That the problem of Rome beats the crux of the Sphinx;
That no one can tell us the ultimate bias
Of the city of Cæsar, and Pasquin, and Pius;