"the iron sword clenched in thy hand resistless,
and helmeted like pallas, whose great thoughts
still made thy counsels as thy deeds victorious.
beautiful—terrible—looking o'er the earth
with eyes like shafts of fire, and with a voice
that uttered doom, calling its ends thy border;
resolute, absolute, steadfast, and most noble;
a mistress whom to love was to obey,
for whom to live was to be prompt to die.
whose favour was the call to sterner duty,
whose frown was everlasting ignominy.
so stand'st thou, v****n rome, before mine eyes, " frances anne kemble #latergram#rome#italy#holiday#ponteumberto