Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.



By Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864)

IN brighter days the Dorian Muse

Extolled the kings of Syracuse.

Hieros and Gelons shook the rein

Of coursers on the Olympic plain,

Victors at Elis, where they won

A crown no king can leave his son.

There Pindar struck his harp aloud,

And shared the applauses of the crowd.

Then Science from deep study raised

A greater man than bards have praised.

When Syracuse met Roman foes,

Above her proudest he arose;

He called from heaven the Lord of Light

To lend him his all-piercing might.

The patriot’s pious prayer was heard,

And vaunting navies disappeared;

Through clouds of smoke sparks widely flew,

And hissing rafts the shore bestrew;

Some on Punic sands were cast,

And Carthage was avenged at last.

Alas! how fallen art thou since,

O Syracuse! how many a prince

Of Gallia’s party-colored brood

Have crept o’er thee to suck thy blood!

Syracuse! raise again thy head,

Long hast thou slept, but art not dead.

A late avenger now is come

Whose voice alone can split the tomb.

Hearest thou not the world throughout

Cry Garibaldi? One loud shout

Arises, and there needs but one

To shatter a polluted throne.