--The peace of God,-- He sleeps: unconscious hero! Lowly grave By village-footsteps daily trod Unconscious: or while silence holds the nave, And the bold robin comes, when day is dim, And pipes his heedless hymn. _Timoleon_; was invited from Corinth by the Syracusans (B.C. 344) to be their leader in throwing off the tyranny of the second Dionysius. Having effected this, defeated the Carthaginian invaders, and reduced all the minor despotisms within Sicily, he voluntarily resigned his paramount power and died in honoured retirement. _He also_; In 1556 the Emperor Charles V gave up all his dominions, withdrawing in 1557 to Yuste;--a monastery situated in a region of singular natural beauty, between Xarandilla and Plasencia in Estremadura. He died there, Sep. 21, 1558. _Loosens the stars_; So Vergil, _Georg_. I., 365: Saepe etiam stellas vento inpendente videbis Praecipites caelo labi . . . _The phantom king_; Richard Cromwell was Protector from Sep. 3, 1658 to May 25, 1659. After 1660 his life was that of a simple country gentleman, till his death in 1712, when he was buried at Hursley near Winchester. _Unheirlike heir_; See _Appendix_ E. CHARLES EDWARD AT ROME 1785 1 O sunset, of the rise Unworthy!--that, so brave, so clear, so gay; This, prison'd in low-hanging earth-mists gray, And ever-darken'd skies:-- Sad sunset of a royal race in gloom, Accomplishing to the end the dolorous Stuart doom! 2 Ghost of a king, he sate In Rome, the city of ghosts and thrones outworn, Drowsing his thoughts in wine;--a life forlorn; Pageant of faded state; Aged before old age, and all that Past, Like a forgotten thing of shame, behind him cast. 3 Yet if by chance the cry Of the sharp pibroch through the palace thrill'd, He felt the pang of high hope unfulfill'd:-- And once, when one came by With the dear name of Scotland on his lips, The heart broke forth behind that forty-years' eclipse, 4 Triumphant in its pain:-- Then the old days of Holyrood halls return'd The leaden lethargy from his soul he spurn'd, And was the Prince again:-- All Scotland waking in him; all her bold Chieftains and clans:--and all their tale, and his, he told: 5 --Told how, o'er the boisterous seas From faithless France he danced his way Where Alban's thousand islands lay, The kelp-strown ridge of the lone Hebrides:-- How down each strath they stream'd as springtide rills, When he to Finnan vale Came from Glenaladale, And that snow-handful grew an avalanche of the hills. 6