Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Africa: Vol. XXIV. 1876–79. | | | | The Barbary States: Carthage | | Marius amidst the Ruins of Carthage | | Winthrop Mackworth Praed (1802–1839) |
| | | CARTHAGE, I love thee! thou hast run— | |
| As I—a warlike race; | |
| And now thy glory’s radiant sun | |
| Hath veiled in clouds his face: | |
| Thy days of pride—as mine—depart; | 5 |
| Thy gods desert thee, and thou art | |
| A thing as nobly base | |
| As he whose sullen footstep falls | |
| To-night around thy crumbling walls. | |
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| And Rome hath heaped her woes and pains | 10 |
| Alike on me and thee; | |
| And thou dost sit in servile chains,— | |
| But mine they shall not be! | |
| Though fiercely o’er this aged head | |
| The wrath of angry Jove is shed, | 15 |
| Marius shall still be free,— | |
| Free in the pride that scorns his foe, | |
| And bares the head to meet the blow. | |
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| I wear not yet thy slavery’s vest, | |
| As desolate I roam; | 20 |
| And though the sword were at my breast, | |
| The torches in my home, | |
| Still,—still, for orison and vow, | |
| I ’d fling them back my curse—as now; | |
| I scorn, I hate thee,—Rome! | 25 |
| My voice is weak to word and threat, | |
| My arm is strong to battle yet! | | | | |
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