Twas noon—and Afric's dazzling sun on high,With fierce resplendence fill'd th' unclouded sky;No zephyr wav'd the palm's majestic head,And smooth alike the seas and deserts spread;While, desolate, beneath a blaze of light,Silent and lonely, as at dead of night,The wreck of Carthage lay—her prostrate FanesHad strew'd their precious marble o'er the plains;Dark weeds and grass … Continue reading Poem – “Marius Amongst the Ruins of Carthage”