Italian Literature taken from The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany October 1820 to June 1821/Francesco Maria de Conti
FRANCESCO MARIA DE CONTI.
THE SHORE OF AFRICA.
O Peregrin, che muovi errante il passo, &c.
Pilgrim! whose steps these desert sands explore,
Where verdure never spread its bright array;
Know, 'twas on this inhospitable shore,
From Pompey's heart the life-blood ebb'd away.
'Twas here betray'd he fell, neglected lay,
Nor found his relics a sepulchral stone,
Whose life, so long a bright, triumphal day,
O'er Tyber's wave supreme in glory shone!
Thou, stranger! if from barbarous climes thy birth,
Look round exultingly, and bless the earth,
Where Rome, with him, saw Power and Virtue die!
But if 'tis Roman blood that fills thy veins,
Then, son of heroes!—think upon thy chains,
And bathe with tears the grave of Liberty.