In many cases indeed the Roman cities were allowed to decay: the forest
resumed its rights: the feudal castle was constructed from the ruins of
the Proconsul’s palace and the Basilica, or if these edifices were too
massive for demolition, they were left standing in the waste—the Mammoths
and Saurians of a bygone civilization. The great Viæ were for leagues
overgrown with herbage, or concealed by wood and morass; and for the
direct arms of transit which bound Rome and York together as by the cord
of a bow, were substituted the devious and inconvenient highways, which
led the traveller by circuitous routes from one province to another. The
contrast indeed between the ‘Old Road and the New’ is represented in
Schiller’s fine image—rendered even finer in Coleridge’s translation:—
“Straight forward goes
The lightning’s path, and straight the fearful path
Of the cannon ball. Direct it flies, and rapid,
Shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it reaches.
My son! the road the human being travels,
That on which blessing comes and goes, doth follow
The river’s course, the valley’s playful windings,
Curves round the corn-field and the hill of vines,
Honouring the holy bounds of property:
And thus secure, though late, leads to its end.”
It was long however before much security was found on the new roads. In
the dark ages the days described by Deborah the prophetess had returned.
“The highways were unoccupied, and the travellers walked through
bye-ways: the villages were deserted. Then was war in the gates, and
noise of the archers in the places of drawing water.” Danger and delay
were often the companions of the traveller. Occasionally a vigorous
ruler, like Alfred, succeeded in restoring security to the wayfarer, and
proved his success (so said the legend) by hanging up, in defiance of the
plunderer, golden armlets on crosses by the roadside. But these
intervals of safety were few and far between, and the traveller
journeyed, like Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner, “in fear and dread,”
“Because he knew a fearful fiend
Did close behind him tread.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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