Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUINS OF CORNELIA'S HOUSE, by AUBREY DE VERE Poet's Biography First Line: I turn from ruins of imperial power Subject(s): Italy | ||||||||
I TURN from ruins of imperial power, Tombs of corrupt delight, old walls the pride Of statesmen pleased for respite brief to hide Their laurelled foreheads in the Muses' bower, And seek Cornelia's home. At sunset's hour How oft her eyes, that wept no more, descried Yon purpling hills! How oft she heard that tide Fretting as now low cave or hollow tower! The mother of the Gracchi! Scipio's child! 'Twas virtue such as hers that built her Rome! Never towards it she gazed! Far off her home She made, like her great father self-exiled. Woe to the nations when the souls they bare, Their best and bravest, choose their rest elsewhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI |
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