His iron footstep planted on thy crown;
But in thy fate, ’tis something for thy pride,
Thus self-destroyed, thou mighty suicide!
| [A] | The reader will be reminded by this passage of that noble and solemn speech made by the Ghost of Sylla, at the opening of Ben Johnson’s tragedy of Catiline: “Dost thou not feel me, Rome, etc.” |
SONG.—THE CONGRATULATION.
Give wings to thy wildest hopes,
For thy destiny now is known,
And even a lover’s dreams