Lashed by the waves, before, around, behind

"Lashed by the waves, before, around, behind, And rudely lashed by the remorseless wind; The storm's thy glory, and its groans, that tear The clouds, move more thy triumph than thy care. Then, daring cliff, thou reign'st in majesty, When the blast rages and the sea rides high."

Rome buried in her Ruins.

"Pilgrim, thou look'st in Rome for Rome divine, And ev'n in Rome no Rome canst find! her crowd Of mural wonders is a corse, whose shroud And fitting tomb is the lone Aventine. She lies where reigned the kingly Palatine, And Time's worn medals more of ruin show From her ten thousand fights than ev'n the blow Struck at the crown of her Imperial line. Tiber alone remains, whose rushing tide Waters the town now sepulchred in stone, And weeps its funeral with fraternal tears: Oh Rome! in thy wild beauty, power, and pride, The durable is fled, and what alone Is fugitive, abides the ravening years."