and the inkstand and chair, the tomb and the house of the latter. But, as misfortune has a greater interest for posterity, and little or none for the cotemporary, the cell where Tasso was confined in the hospital of St. Anna attracts a more fixed attention than the residence or the monument of Ariosto at least it had this effect on me. There are two inscriptions, one on the outer gate, the second over the cell itself, inviting, unnecessarily, the wonder and the indignation of the spectator. Ferrara is much decayed, and depopulated: the castle still exists entire ; and I saw the court where Parisina and Hugo were beheaded, according to the annal of Gibbon. I Long years! — It tries the thrilling frame to bear, Long years of outrage, calumny, and wrong; And the mind's canker in its savage mood, And bare, at once, Captivity display'd Stands scoffing through the never-open'd gate, Which nothing through its bars admits, save day, And tasteless food, which I have eat alone Till its unsocial bitterness is gone; And I can banquet like a beast of prey, Sullen and lonely, couching in the cave Which is my lair, and it may be my grave.1 All this hath somewhat worn me, and may wear, How Salem's shrine was won, and how adored. II from me none. But this is o'er, my pleasant task is done: 2- With this last bruise upon a broken reed. 1 Tasso was released after seven years of imprisonment. 2 The writing of "Jerusalem Delivered." Thou too art ended what is left me now? For I have anguish yet to bear and how? I know not that but in the innate force Of my own spirit shall be found resource. I have not sunk, for I had no remorse, 1 Nor cause for such they call'd me mad and why? That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind, The wretched are the faithful, 't is their fate As rapid rivers into ocean pour; But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore. III Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry And hark! the lash and the increasing howl, 1 Leonora d'Este, sister of Alfonso, by whom Tasso was imprisoned. The belief that his punishment was because of love for the Princess Leonora is no longer accepted. And the half-inarticulate blasphemy! There be some here with worse than frenzy foul, Is wound up to the lust of doing ill. With these and with their victims am I class'd, 'Mid sounds and sights like these long years have pass'd; 'Mid sights and sounds like these my life may close : So let it be, for then I shall repose. IV I have been patient, let me be so yet; I had forgotten half I would forget, But it revives Oh! would it were my lot To be forgetful as I am forgot! Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell In this vast lazar-house of many woes? Where laughter is not mirth, nor thought the mind, Many, but each divided by the wall Which echoes Maduess in her babbling moods; Who have debased me in the minds of men, Debarring me the usage of my own, Blighting my life in best of its career, Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? - but I can not forsake. V Look on a love which knows not to despair, - And thus at the collision of thy name The vivid thought still flashes through my frame, And for a moment all things as they were Flit by me; they are gone I am the same. And yet my love without ambition grew; I knew thy state, my station, and I knew |