LI. A thousand battles have assail'd thy banks, Still undivided, and cemented more Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour! The castled crag of Drachenfels* And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine,- I send the lillies given to me; Though long before thy hand they touch, The river nobly foams and flows, Could thy dear eyes in following mine LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, The castle of Drachenfels stands on the highest summit of "the Seven Mountains," over the Rhine banks; it is in ruins, and connected with some singular traditions: it is the first in view on the road from Bonn, but on the opposite side of the river. On this bank, nearly facing it, are the remains of another, called the Jew's Castle, and a large cross, commemorative of the murder of a chief by his brother. The number of castles and cities along the course of the Rhine on both sides is very great, and their situations remarkably beautiful.-B. Our enemy's,-but let not that forbid Honour to Marceau! o'er whose early tomb Tears, big tears, gush'd from the rough soldier's lid, Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume. LVII. Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,— The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. LVIII. Here Ehrenbreitstein, with her shatter'd wall But Peace destroy'd what War could never blight, LIX. Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; LX. Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu! There can be no farewell to scene like thine; And if reluctantly the eyes resign Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine! The brilliant, fair, and soft,-the glories of old days, LXI. The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom |