LV.

And this is of such hours!--That throne is void, And its lord comes uncrown’d. Behold him stand, With a calm brow, where woes have not destroy’d The Greek’s heroic beauty, midst his band, The gather’d virtue of a sinking land-- Alas! how scanty! Now is cast aside All form of princely state; each noble hand Is press’d by turns in his: for earthly pride There is no room in hearts where earthly hope hath died!