Mercy Otis Warren

Name: The Sack of Rome — Act II
Author: Mercy Otis Warren

The Sack of Rome — Act II

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“The Sack of Rome — Act II”, is a work by Mercy Otis Warren. It explores elements such as Ætius, ev'ry and foes.

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ No superstitious dread should ere pervade The royal bosom of a Roman prince; Encircled deep by faithful veteran bands Who wait his fiat, and observe his nod, To feed his pleasures, or to blast his foes; To light the capitol, or guard the state, Or make the empire tremble at his frown. Valentinian
The noble Ætius, of princely birth, Possess'd a soul by Roman valour warm'd, That won the plaudits both of friends and foes; The legions lov'd---the citizens ador'd, And all will murmur at his sudden fall: Yet more I fear Petronius's rage, Than all the city, senators, or troops. ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ A man thus injur'd never can forgive. Heraclius
He lov'd Ardelia with the purest flame; Indeed she was, for innocence and truth, For elegance, true dignity, and grace, The fairest sample of that ancient worth Th' illustrious matrons beasted to the world When Rome was fam'd for every glorious deed. But she's no more! Valentinian
Hah! slave, forbear--- Mean'st thou to try my love, or wake my fears? Say thou at once---suspense I ne'er could bear. Heraclius
Despair, resentment, agonizing grief, This morn have clos'd the period of a life Too pure and spotless for the Roman world. ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ Alas! the gath'ring storm---what chosen blasts, Heaven's vengeance next pours down, is with the gods. Eudocia
The death of Ætius augurs ill to Rome; His soul, too firm to fear, or Goths, or Huns; Too great to be corrupted, or deceiv'd, Sooth'd their rough passions, balanc'd their ambition; They lov'd, they fear'd, and will avenge his death. Placidia
When jealousy's at war with wild ambition, And reason quits the helm amid the storm, The furious hurricane of passion swells Till ev'ry sail hurls on to sure perdition. ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ Though he's in friendship, gen'rous and sincere, Yet injur'd once, implacably he hates: 'Twou'd beggar language to describe his pride, His strength of passion when arous'd to rage; Inexorable vengeance tears his soul Constant and noble, as a god he loves, But as a furious fiend, rewards his foes; Nought but their death can cool his passions down. Heraclius
Petronius Maximus returns no more To interrupt the pleasures of the court: Ardelia dead---the funeral pile burnt down--- Her ashes gather'd in a golden urn; He in despair has left the imperial city. ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ Where the admiring crowds fed by his hand, And basking in his wealth? Heraclius
Just as the world in ev'ry age have done, Paying their court where better fortune smiles; 'Tis not the sun, when muffled up in clouds And plunging down the western briny main Mankind adore. ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ I'm sick of life---of pageantry and pomp--- Of thrones and sceptres stain'd by human blood: Come let us wander down the sacred walks, The silent grots, where virtue once reclin'd. The verdant forests bend their lofty tops To make a covert for the weary head ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ One tear dissolves the firmness of my soul, Unmans the mind, and melts the warrior down; Dashes his hope, and weakens his resolve; 'Tis ruin to retire---death to speak. Chaste as Diana in each graceful move, While Venus lights the features of her face And gives her son the torch to fire my soul ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ The faithful Ætius commands the legions, And guards the posts from Tyber to the Rhine, From bold inroads and fierce barbarick foes. Valentinian
A woman, weaken'd by a sense of wrongs, With a creative fancy, spreads contagion, If she names her fears---yet tell the cause, If any cause thou hast, thus to alarm And agitate my mind. ”

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Mercy Otis Warren, The Sack of Rome — Act II

“ He has a filial heart and valiant arm, And nature's instinct wakes a tender strife. The genuine virtues of his youthful heart, Cherish'd by reason---ripen'd to sublime, Nurs'd up by honour, gratitude and worth, Call loud for vengeance o'er his father's tomb. ”

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