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POETICAL WORKS 



lM'.CilXAI.l) HEBEK. 



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POETICAL WORKS 



REGINALD IIEBER, 



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ADVERTISEMENT. 

The Poetical Works of the late Right Eeverend 
Reginald Heber, Lord Bishop of Calcutta, are now, 
for the first time, offered in a collected form, to the 
Public. The greater number of these Poems are 
Lilrcinlj well known, but several lighter productions of 
his pen are added in this volume ; which tend still 
further to prove that, whili; f'lillillin.i: t:n: : various duties 
of an active aud useful life, he yet found time to add 
to the innocent mirth of the fire-side, or the social 
meetings of the neighbourhood, while one of his 
klulim enjoyments was derived from meditating on 
the goodness of his Maker as displayed in the glorious 
" Works of His lJ.Liiii.l-" 



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CONTENTS. 



l'AT.ICSTINi;. 



THE PASSAGE OF THE RED S: 
lii'MSS-- 



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™l CONTESTS. 

HYMNS COSTIKUED— 



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HYJINS Cimtisvi: 



TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAK— 



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MOKTK D'AK'l'lllIK. Casio 2 

FKAGMENTS OF THE MASQUE OP GWENDOLEN 

BLUE BEABD 

JIISCEI.I.AN'EOUS FOF.11S- 



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CONTENTS. 
POEMS CoNTISUEU- 



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MISCELLANEOUS ['OEMS Contibited- 



CAIiMEN. B-iiCULAlMi; . 
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PALESTINE; 

3 Vitfi Horn. 

TED IN THE TIIEATRE, OXFORD, 



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PALESTINE. 

Reft of thy sons, amid thy foes forlorn, 

Mourn, widow' d Queen, forgotten Sion, mourn ! 

Is this tliy place, sad city, this thy throne, 

Where the wild desert rears its craggy stone ; 

While suns un blest their angry lustre fling, 

And way-worn pilgrims seek the scanty spring ? — 

Where now thy pomp, whieh Wv.ss with envy view'd ? 

Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ? 

No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; 

No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; 

No prophet bards, thy glittering courts among, 

Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song : 

Uut lawless force, and meagre want are there, 

And the quick-darting eye of restless fear, 

While cold oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, 

.I'o'.ils hi 5 dun a w'nij beneath the ivy shade. 

Ye guardian saints ! ye warrior sons of Heaven, 
To whose high care Judrea's state was given I 
wont of old your nightly watch to keep, 
A host of gods, oil Sion's towery steep ! 
If e'er your secret footsteps linger still 
By Siloa's fount, or Tabor's echoing hill ; 



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If e'er your song on Salem's glories dwell, 
And mourn the captive land you loved so well ; 
(For oft, 'tis said, in Kedron's palmy vale 
Mysterious liarpiags swell the :r.:<!iiid;t. nale, 
And, blest as balmy dews that Hermon cheer, 
Melt in soft cadence on the pilgrim's ear;) 
Forgive, blest spirits, if a theme so high 
Mock the weak notes of mortal minstrelsy ! 
Yet, might your aid this anxious breast inspire 
With one faint spark of Milton's serapli lire, 
Then should ray iluse asemd with bolder flight, 
And wave her eagle-p'.umes exulting in the light. 

happy once in Heaven's peculiar love, 
Delight of men below, and saints above ! 
Though, Salem, now the spoder's ruffian hand 
Has loosed his hell-hounds o'er thy wasted land ; 
Tliouedi wc;'.k, a.u(l whelitiM beneath the storms of Kite, 
Thy house is left unto thee desolate ; 
Though thy pro'.id s'.e.ncs in enmbrous ruin fall, 
And seas of sand o'ertop thy mouldering wall ; 
Yet shall the Muse to fancy's ardent view 
KJLLCh shadowy trace of :';i(li d pomp renew : 
And as the seer on Pisgah's topmost brow 
"Willi g-i=t.mir.<j eye beheld the plain below, 
Willi prescient ardour drank the sem:cd na!e, 
And bade ilic o;icukg glades o.l' Canaan iuiil. .; 
Her eagle eye- shall scan the prospect wide, 
From Carmel's cliffs to Almotana's tide ; 
The flinty waste, the cedar-tufted hill, 
The liquid health of smooth Ardeni's rill ; 



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The grot, where, by the watch-fire's evening blaze, 
The robber riots, or the hermit prays ; 
Or where the tempest rives the hoary stone, 
The wintry top of giant Lebanon. 

Pierce, hardy, proud, in conscious freedom bold, 
Those stormy seats the warrior Pniscs hold ; 
From Norman blood their lofty line they trace, 
Their lion courage proves their generous race : 
They, only they, while all around thera kneel 
In sullen homage to the Thracian steel, 
Teach their pale despot's waning Moon to fear 
The patriot terrors of the mountain spear. 

Yes, valorous chiefs, while yet your sabres shine 
The native guard of feeble Palestine, 
Oh, ever thus, by no vain boast dismay'd, 
Defend the birthright of the cedar shade ! 
What though no more for you th' obedient gale 
Swells the white bosom of the Tyrian sail? 
Though now no more your glittering marts unfold 
Sidonian dyes and Lusitanian gold ; 
Though not for you the pale and sickly slave 
Forgets the light in Ophir's wealthy cave : 
Yet yours the lot, in pioud contentment blest, 
Winn: cheerful labour leads to tranquil rest. 
No robber rage the ripeuin^ harvest knows; 
And unrestrain'd the generous vintage flows : 
Nor less your sons to manliest deeds aspire, 
And Asia's mountains glow with Spartan tire. 

So when, deep sinking in the rosy main, 
The western sun forsakes the Syrian plain, 



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His watery rays refracted lustre shed, 

And pour their luteal Unlit on Carrael's head. 

Yet shines your praise, amid surrounding gloom, 
As the lone lamp that trembles in the tomb : 
For few the souls that spurn a. tyrant's chain, 
And small the bound* of freedom's scanty reign. 
As the poor outcast on the cheerless wild, 
Arabia's parent, clasp'd her fainting child, 
And wander' d near the roof, no more her home, 
Forbid to linger, yet afraid to roam ; 
My sorrowing fancy i|uiis the ha|i|)kr la^idit, 
And southward throws her half-averted iigla. 
i'l.ir =i;d (b: secr.ns .India's plains disclose, 
A dreary waste of undistinguish'd woes : 
See war untired his crimson pinions spread, 
And fonl revenge that tramples ou the dead 
Lo, where from far the guarded fountains shine, 
Thy tents, Nebaioth, rise, and Kedar, thine ! 
'Tis yours the boast to mark the stranger's way, 
And spur your headlong chargers on the prey, 
Or rouse your nightly numbers from afar, 
And on the hamlet pour the waste of war , 
Nor spare the hoary head, nor bid your eye 
Revere the sacred smile of infancy. 
Such now the clans, whose fiery coursers feed 
Where waves on Kishon's bank the whispering re- 
And theirs the soil, where, curling to the skies, 
Smokes on Samaria's mount her scanty sacrifice ; 
While Israel's sons, by scorpion curses driven, 
Outcasts of earth, and reprobate of heaven, 



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Through the wide world in friendless exile stray, 
Remorse and shame sole comrades of their way, 
With dumb despair ilioir country's wrongs behold, 
And, dead to glory, only burn for gold. 

O thou, their guide, their Father, and their Lord, 
Loved for thy mercies, for Thy power adored ! 
If at Thy name ihtj waves forgot their force, 
And refluent Jordan sought his trembling source ; 
If at Thy name like sheep the mountains fled, 
And liaugh;.y Siricm bow'd his marbk head; — 
To Israel's woes a pitying ear incline, 
And raise from earth Thy long-neglected vine ! 
Her rilled fruits behold the heathen bear. 
And wild- wood boars her mangled clusters tear. 
Was it for this she stretch'd her peopled reign 
From far Euphrates to the western main r 
For this o'er many a hill her boughs she threw, 
And her wide arms like goodly cedars grew? 
For this, proud Edom slept beneath her shade, 
And o'er th' Arabian deep her branches play'd ? 

Oh, feeble boast of transitory power ! 
Vain, fruitless trust of Judah's happier hour ! 
Not such their hope, when through the parted main 
The cloudy wonder led the warrior train : 
Not such their hope, when through the fields of night 
The torch of heaven diii'useij its friendly light : 
Not, when fierce conquest urged the onward war, 
And tiuifd stem Canaan from his iron car : 
Nor, when five monarchs led to Gibeon's light, 
In rude array, the harness'd Amorite : 



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Yea — in that hour, by mortal accents stay'd, 
The lingering sun his fiery wheels delay'd; 
The moon, obedient, trembled at the sound, 
Curb'd her pale car, and check'd her mazy round 1 

Let Sinai tell-- -for she beheld His might, 
And God's own darkness veil'd her mystic height : 
(He, cherub-borne, upon the whirlwind rode. 
And the red mountain like a furnace glom'd) ; 
Let Sinai tell— but who shall dare recite 
His praise, His power, eternal, infinite ? — 
Awe-struck I cease ; nor bid my strains aspire, 
Or serve His altar with unhallow'd fire. 

Such were the cares that watch 'd o'er Israel's fate, 
And such the glories of their infant state. 
— Triumphant race ! and did your power decay ? 
Tail'd the bright promise of your early day ? 
No : — by that sword, which, red with heathen gore, 
A giant spoU, the stripling champion bore ; 
By him, the chief to farthest India known, 
The mighty master of the ivory throne : 
In Heaven's own strength, high towering o'er her foes 
Victorious Salem's lion banner rose ■ 
Before her footstool prostrate nations lay, 
And vassal tyrants croucli'd beneath her sway. 

And he, the kingly sage, whose restless mind 
Through nature's mazes wander'd unconfined ; 
Who every bird, and beast, and insect knew. 
And spake of every plant that quaffs the dew ; 
To him were known — so Hagar's offspring tell — 
The powerful sigil and the starry spell, 



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The midnijdit e;dl, hull's shadowy lemons dread, 
Andsouuds that burst the slumbers of the dead. 
Hence all his might ; for who could these oppose ? 
And Tadmor thus, and Syrian iiaber. rose. 
Yet e'en the works of toiling Genii fall, 
And vain was Estakhar's enchanted wall, 
In frantic converse with the mournful wind, 
There oft the houseless Santon rests reclined j 
Strange shapes he views, and drinks with wondering 
The voices of the dead, and songs of other years. 

Such, the faint echo of departed praise, 
Still sound Arabia's legendary lays ; 
And thus their fabling bards delight to tell 
How lovely were thy tents, O Israel ! 

For thee his ivory load Behemoth bore, 
And far Sofala teem'd with golden ore ; 
Thine all the arts that wait on wealth's increase, 
Or bask and wanton in the beam of peace. 
Whim Tyber slept buiLenlh ilic cypress gloom. 
And silence held die lonely woods of Rome ; 
Or e'er to Greece the builder's skill was known, 
Or the light chisel brush'd the Parian stone ; 
Yet here fair Science nursed her infant fire, 
Fann'd by the artist aid of friendly Tyre. 
Then tower'd the palace, then in awful state 
The Temple rear'd its everlasting gate : 
No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung 1 
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. 
Majestic silence t— then the harp awoke, 
The cymbal clang'd, the deep-voiced trumpet spoke ; 



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1 PALESTINE. 

And Salem spread her suppliant arms abroad, 

Vicw'd the descending flame, and bless'd the present God. 

Nor shrunk she (Tii.-u. when, ruling deep and loud, 
Beat o'er her soul the hiilous of the proud. 
E'en they who, drag^'d In Shinar's fiery sand, 
Till'd with reluct.iiiitrtrB!i;;i.li ihr stranger's land; 
Who sadly told the slow-revolving years, 
And stecp'd the captive's bitter bread with tears : — 
Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn, 
Their destined triumphs, and their glad return. 
And their sad lyres, which, siient and unstrung, 
In mournful ranks on Babel's willows Imnn". 
Would oft awake to chant their future fiune, 
And from the shies their lingering Saviour claim. 
Ills promised aid coioil (-very fear controul , 
'I'll it i u--; vt-il the warriors i;rm,?liifc sn:i:!\': 1 Vic; "marly r's souii 
For vain their hope: — bri^iii biinminir through (lie sky, 
Burst in full blaze the Day-spring from on high ; 
Earth's utmost isles exulted at the sight, 
A 'id en.nvding uat : oi;s drunk Ik;.: orient light. 
Lo, star-led chiefs Assyrian odours bring, 
And bending Magi seek their infant King ! 
Mark'd ye, where, hovering o'er his radiant head, 
The dove's white wings eelestial glory sited ? 
Daughter of Sion ! virgin queen ! rejoice ! 
Clap the glad hand and lift Ui' exulting voice 1 
He comes, — but not in regal splendour drest, 
The haughty diadem, the Tyrian vest; 
Not atra'd in flame, all-glorious from afar, 
Of ho^s the chieftain, and the lord of war : 



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Messiah comes ! — let furious discord cease ; 

Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace ! 

Disease and anguish feel His blest controul, 

And howling fiends release the tortured soul ; 

The beams of gladness hell's dark caves illume, 

And Mercy broods above the distant gloom. 

Thou palsied earth, with noonday night o'erspread ! 

Thou sickening sun, so dark, so deep, so red ! 

Ye hovering ghosts, that, throng the starless air, 

Why shakes the earth ? why fades the Ught ? declare ! 

Are those His limbs, with ruthless scourges torn ? 

His brows, all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? 

His the pale form, the meek forgiving eye 

Eaised from the cross in patient agony? 

—Be dark, thou sun,— thou noonday night arise, 
And hide, oh hide, the dreadful sacrifice ! 
Ye faithful few, by bold affection led, 
Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed, 
Not for His sake your tearful vigils keep ;— 
Weep for your country, for your children weep ! 
—Vengeance ! thy fiery wing their race pursued ; 
Thy thirsty poniard blush'd with infant blood. 
Housed at thy call, and panting still for game, 
The bird of war, the Latum eagle came. 
Then Judah raged, by ruffian Discord led, 
Drunk with the steamy carnage of the dead : 
He saw \m sons by dubious slaughter fall, 
And war without, and death within the wall. 
Wide-wasting plague, gaunt famine, mad despair, 
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12 PALESTINE. 

Love, strong as death, retain'd Lis might no more, 
And tlie pale parent. []i;i:ik her children's gore. 
Yet they, who wont to roam the ensanguined plain, 
And spurn with fell delight their kindred slain; 
T"cn they, when, high above the dusty light, 
Their burning Temple rose in lurid light, 
To their loved altars paid a parting groan, 
And in their country's woes forgot their own. 

As 'mid the cednr Roods, and sates of gold, 
The trampled ranks in miry carnage roll'd, 
To save their Temple every hand essay' d. 
And with cold fingers grasp"' d ihe feeble blade : 
Through their torn veins reviving fury run. 
And life's last anger warm'd the dying man ! 

But heavier far the fetler'd captives' doom ! 
To glut with sighs the iron ear of Rome : 
To swell, slow-pacing by the car's tail side, 
The stoic tyrant.'? philosophic pride ; 
To flesh the lion's ravenous jaws, or feel 
The sportive fury of the fencer's steel ; 
Or pant, deep plunged bcncalh the sultry mine, 
For the light gales of balmy Palestine. 

Ah ! fruitful now no more,- — an empty coast, 
She mourn'd her sons enslaved, her glories lost : 
In her wide streets the lonely raven bred, 
TheTe bark'd the wolf, and dire hvymas iki. 
Yet 'midst her towery fanes, in ruin laid, 
The pilgrim saint his murmuring vespers paid ; 
'Twas his to climb the tufted rocks, and rove 
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'Twas his to bend benedli the snered g'mom, 
And wear with many a kiss Messiah's tomb : 
While forms eelesual iill'd his trained eye. 
Thi' daylight dreams of pensive piety. 
O'er his still breast a tearful fervour stole, 
And softer sorrows ehann'd the mourner's soul. 

Oh, lives there one, who monks his artless zeal — 
Too proud to worship, and too wise to feel? 
Be his the sou) with wintry reason blest, 
The dull, lethargic sovereign of the breast 1 
Be his the life that creeps in dead repose, 
No joy that sparkles, and no tear that flows ! 

Far other they who renr'd yen pompous shrine, 
And bade the rock with Parian marble shine. 
Then hallow'd peace renew'd her wealthy reign, 
Then altars smoked, and riioi: smiled aua'n. 
There sculptured gold and costly gems were seen, 
And all the bounties of the British queen ; 
There barbarous kings their sandall'd nations led, 
And steel-clad champions bnw'ii the crested head. 
There, when, her fiery race the desert pour'd, 
And pale By/antium I'tur'd Medina's sword, 
When toward Asia shook in Irembbiir, woe. 
And bent appall'd before the Iketrhm bow ; 
From the moist regions of the western star 
The wandering hermit waked the storm of war. 
Their limbs all iron, and their sends all flame, 
A countless host, the red-cross warriors came ; 
E'en homy prills the snerod combat wane, 
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1 4 PALESTINE, 

While beardless youths and tender maids assume 
The weighty morion and the glancing plume. 
Iil .sportive pride tlie warrior damsels wield 
The ponderous (alc-iion, and tin' sun-like shield, 
And start to see their armour's iron gleam 
Dance '.villi. blue lustre in Taljaria's su-enm. 

The blood-red banner floating o'er their van, 
All madly blilkr the singled myriads ran : 
Impatient Death beheld his destined food, 
And hovering vultures snull'd tbe scent of blood. 

Not such the numbers, nor the host so dread, 
Ty nnrt'aeru J Irani or Scythian Timur led ; 
!Nor such tin- ln^rt-inspiring zeal that bore 
United Greece to rhrygia's reedy shore ! 
There Gaul's proud knights with boastful mien advance, 
Toim the long liiti.-, and shake the cornel lance; 
Here, link'd with Thrace, in close battalions stand 
Ausonia's sons, a soft inglorious band; 
There the stern Mormon joins the Austrian train, 
And the dark tribes of late-reviving £pam ; 
Here in black files, advancing firm and slow. 
Victorious Albion twangs the deadly bow :— 
Albion, — -still prompt the captive's wrong to aid, 
And wield in i'rcedoin's cause '.lie [rcc'iian's generous blade! 

Ye sainted spirits of the warrior dead, 
Whose giant force Britannia's armies led 1 
Whose bickering falchions, foremost in the fight, 
Still pour'd confusion on the Soldan's might : 
Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear, 
Wide-conquering Edward, lion llichard, hear I 



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At Albion's call your crested pride return 1 , 
And burst tlie marble slumbers of the tomb ! 
Your sons bebold, in arm, in heart the same, 
Still press the footsteps of parental fame, 
To Salem still their generous aid supply, 
And pluck the palm of Syrian chivalry I 

Wjir.ti he, from toivery llaUa's vic'di'i^ isle. 
And the green waters of reluctant Nile, 
Th' apostate chief, — from Misraim's subject shore 
To Acre's walls his tropliied banners bore ; 
When the pule desert mavk'r] '1 i =. prc-ud array, 
And desolation hoped an ampler sway ; 
What hero then triumphant Gaul dismay'd ? 
What arm repell'd the victor Renegade ? 
Britannia's champion !— bathed in hostile blood, 
High on the breach the dauntless Seaman stood : 
Admiring Asia saw th' unequal fight, — 
E'en the pale Crescent bless'd the Christian's might. 
Oh day of death ! Oh thirst, beyond controul, 
Of crimson conquest in th' Invader's soul! 
The slain, yet warm, by social footsteps trod, 
O'er the red moat supplied a panting road ; 
O'er the red moat our coui|iLerln^' thunders flew 
And loftier still the grizly rampire grew. 
While proudlv glow'd above Ihe rescued tower 
The wavy ctos.s that mark'd Britannia's poweT. 
Yet still destruction sweeps the lonely plain, 
And heroes lift the generous sword in vain. 
Still o'er her sky the clouds of anger roll, 
And God's revenge hangs heavy on her soul. 



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Yet shall she rise ; — but not by war restored, 

Not built in murder, — planted by tlic sword : 

Yes I Salem, tliou shalt rise : thy leather's aid 

Shall heal the wound His chastening hand lias made ; 

Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway. 

And burst bis brazen bonds, and cast bis corda away. 

Then on your tops shall deiiihless verdure spring, 

Break forth, yc mountains, ami ye valleys, sing! 

No more your thirsty rocks shall frown forlorn, 

The unbeliever's jest, the heathen's scorn; 

Tin; sultry sands shall tenfold harvests yield, 

And a new Eden deck the thorny field. 

E'en now, perchance, w\de-w;:i mg o'er the land, 

That mighty Angel lifts his golden wand, 

Courts the bright vision of descending power, 

Tells every gate, and measures every tower; 

And chides the tardy seals that yet detain 

Thy Lion, Judah, from his destined reign. 

And who is He? the vast, the aw :"i.l form, 
Girt iviih Ike whirlwind, simda'i'd wirji the viinii 
A western cloud around jlis limbs is spread, 
His crown a rainbow, and a sun His head. 
To highest Heaven He lifts his kingly hand, 
And treads at once the ocean and the land ; 
And, hark! His voice, amid the thunder's roar, 
His dreadful voice, that time shall be no more! 

Lo ! cherub hands the golden courts prepare, 
Lo ! thrones arise, and every saint is there ; 
Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway, 
The mountains worship, and the ishs obey ; 



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Nor sun nor moon they need, — nor day, nor night ;- 

God is their temple, and the Lamb their light : 

And shall not Israel's sons exulting come, 

Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home? 

On David's throne shall David's offspring reign, 

And the dry bones be warm with life again. 

Hark ! white -robed crouds their deep hosannas raise 

And the hoarse Hood repeals the sound of praise; 

Ten thousand harps attune the mystic soul'. 

Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong : 

" Worthy the Lamb ! omnipotent to save, 

Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave ! " 



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EUROPE: 

LINES ON THE PRESENT WAR. 



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EUROPE. 

At that dread season when th' indignant North 

Pour'd to vain wars her tardy numbers for* k. 

When Erederie hunt his ear to Europe's crj, 

And fannM too late the flame of liberty ; 

By feverish hope uppress'd, and anxious thought, 

in Dresden's uros e the dewy cool I sought. 

Through tangled boughs i.l:e brolen moonshine piay'd. 

And Elbe slept snl'r. bt-nesili ins linden shade ;■ — 

1 et slept not all ;■— T h,:ard tin; rrase.less jar. 

The raltling wagons, and the wheels of war; 

The sounding lash, tin- mareii's minded li'ini. 

And, lost and heard by (its, the languid drum; 

O'er the near bridge tin; tlunnlerini! hoofs that trode, 

And the far-distant fife that thrill 'd along the road, 

Yes, sweet it seems aeross some watery ile'l 

To catch the music of the pealing bell ; 

And sweet to list, as on the Ijeneh we stray, 

The ship-bey's earoi in (he wealthy bay: — 

But sweet no less, whim ussiice points the spear. 

Of martial wrath the glorious din to hear, 

To eateli the war-uote on the quivering gale, 

And bid the blood-red pa; lis of eompies: hail. 



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Oil ! song of hope, too long delusive strain ! 
And hear we now thy flattering voice again ? 
But late, alas ! I left thee cold and still, 
Stunn'd by the wrath of Heaven, on Pratzen's hill. 
Oh ! on that hill may no kind month renew 
The fertile rain, the sparkling summer dew 1 
Accursed of God, may those bleak summits tell 
The field of anger where the mighty fell. 
There youthful faith and high-born courage rest, 
And, red with slaughter, freedom's humbled crest, 
There Europe, soil'd with blood her tresses grey, 
And ancient honour's shield,- all vilelv thrown away. 

Thus mused my soul, as in succession drear 
Rose each grim shape of wrath and doubt and fear; 
Defeat and shame in grisly vision past, 
And vengeance, bought with blood, and glorious death the la 
Then as my gaze their waving eagles met, 
And through the night each sparkling- bayonet, 
Still memory told how Austria's evil hour 
Had felt on Praga's iif-ld a Frederic's power, 
And Gallia's vaunting train, and Moscow's horde, 
Had flesh' d the maiden steel of Brunswick's sword. 
Oh 1 yet I deem'd that fate, by justice led. 
Might wreathe once more the veteran's silver head 
That Europe's ancient pride would yet disdain 
The cumbrous sceptre of a single reign ; 
That conscious right would tenfold strength afford, 
And Heaven assist the patriot's holy sword, 
And look in mercy through th' auspicious sky, 
To bless the saviour host of Germany. 



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And are they dreams, these bodings, such as shed 
Their lonely comfort o'er the hermit's ocd; 
And are they dreams ? or can the Eternal Hind 
Care for a sparrow, yet neglect mankind ? 
Why, if tlit; <liLl)i;.u;= batik: own His power. 
And the red sabre, where lie bids, di-.o.ir. 
Why then can one the curse of worlds deride, 
Anil millions weep a tyrant's single pride? 

Thus sadly musing-, far my footsteps stray'd, 
Rapt in the visions of the Aonian maid. 
It was not she, whose lonely voiee I hear 
Fall in soft whispers on my love-lorn ear ; 
My daily guest, who wont my steps to guide 
Through the green wiiiks of scented even-tide. 
Or stretelrd with me in noonday ease along, 
To list the reaper's chant, or throstle's song : — 
But she of loftier port ; whose grave controul 
Rules ilic lieree workings of the patriot's soul ; 
She, whose high presence, o'er the midnight oil, 
Wjli fame's bvi-'iii promise eheers the student's toil , 
That same was she, whose ancient law refined 
The sober hardihood of Sydney's mind. 
Borne on her wing, no more I seem'd to rove 
By Dresden's glittering spires, and linden grove; 
No more the giant Elbe, all silver bright, 
Spread his broad bosom to the fair moonlight, 
While the still margent of his ample flood 
Bore the dark image of the Saxon wood — 
(Woods happy once, that heard the carols free, 
Of rustic love, and cheerful industry ; 



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Now dull and joyless lie tlieir alleys green. 

And silence marks the track where France has been.) 

Far other scenes than these my fancy vieVd : 

Rocks robed in ice, a mountain solitude ; 

Where on Helvetian hills, in godlike state, 

Alone and awful, Europe's Angel sate : 

Silent and stern he sate ; then, bending low, 

Listen'd th' ascending plaints of human woe. 

And waving as in grief his towery head, 

" Not yet, not yet, the day of rest," he said ; 

■' It may not be. Destruction's gory wing 

Soars o'er the banners of the younger kii^, 

Too rashly brave, who seeks with single sway 

To stem the lava on its destined way. 

Poor glittering warriors, only wont to know 

The bloodless pageant of a martial show ; 

Nurslings of peace, for fiercer fights prepare, 

And dread the step-dame sway of unaccustom'd war ! 

They fight, they bleed !— Oh ! had that blood been shed 

When Charles and valour Austria's armies led ; 

Had these stood forth the righteous cause to shield. 

When victory waver'd on Moravia's field ; 

Then France had mourn'd her conquests made in yam, 

Her backward-beaten ranks, and countless slain ;— 

Then had the strength of Europe's freedom stood, 

And still the Rhine had roll'd a German flood I 

" Oh ! nursed in many a wile, and practised long 
To spoil the poor, and cringe before the strong ; 
To swell the victor's state, and hovering near, 
Like some base vulture in the battle's rear. 



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To watch, tin; carnage of tin; field, ;md sh:ir« 
I'.ach loathsome alms the prouder eagle; spare : 
A curse is on thee, lirainleabnrgh ! the sound 
Of Poland's wailing drags thee to the ground; 
And, drunk willi ir/oilt, thy harlot lips shall know 
The bitter dregs of Austria's cup of woe. 

" Enough of vengeance ! O'er tk' ensanguined plain 
T gaze, and seek their numerous hosts in vain ; 
Gone like the locust hand, when whirlwinds bear 
Their flimsy legions through the waste of air. 
Enough of vengeance ! — By the glorious dead, 
Who bravely fell where youthful Lewis led ; 
By .Bliieaer's sword in fiercest d;;ngcr tried, 
And the true heart that hurst when Brunswick died; 
By her whose charms the coldest zeal might warm, 
The rnaidiest firmness in the fairest form — 
Save, Europe, save the remnant ! — Yet remains 
One glorious path to free the world from chains. 
Why, when yon northern band in Eylau's wood 
Ri'irealiiiL;' struck, end track' d I heir course with blood, 
While one firm rock the floods of ruin stay'd, 
Why, generous Austria, were thy wheels delay' d ? 
And Albion ! " — Darker sorrow veil'd his brow — 
"Friend of the friendless — Albion, where art thou? 
Child of the Sea, whose wing-like sails arc spread, 
The covering cherub of the ocean's bed ! 
The storm and tempest render peace to thee, 
And the wild-roaring w.ives a stern security. 
But hope not thou in Heaven's own strength to ride. 
Freedom's loved ark, o'er broad oppression's tide; 



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If v.vi.ue leiive thee, if thy careless eye 

Glance in contempt on Europe's agony. 

Alas ! where now the bands who wont to pour 

Their strong deliverance on fh' Egyptian shore? 

Wing, wing your course, a prostrate world to save, 

Triumphant squadrons oi'Trafalgai's wave. 

"And thou, blest star of Europe's darkest hour, 
Whose word? were wisdom and whose counsels power. 
Whom Miivi.li ii|i!diiuocd ;hroi!i.'h her peopled shores ' 
(Alas ! whom Earth too early lost deplores : — ) 
loung without follies, without rashness bold, 
And greatly poor amidst a nation's gold 1 
In every veering gale of faction true, 
Untavnish'd Chatham's genuine child, adieu 1 
Unlike our common suns, whose pradnal ray- 
Expands from twilight to intenser day, 
Thy blaze broke forth at onco in full meridian sway. 
(), proved in ilanger ! not. !he iicrees! I:a:ne 
Of discord's rage thy constant soul could tame ; 
Not when, far striding o'er thy palsied laud, 
Gigantic treason took his bolder stand ; 
Not when wild zeal, by murderous faction led, 
On Wicklow's hills licv grass -pre en banner spread ; 
Or those stern conquerors of the restless wave 
Defied the native soil they wont to save. 
I lulaiuited patriot ! in that dreadful hour. 
When pride and genius own a sterner power ; 
When the dimei'd eyeball, and llic sinigfiilitif: breath, 
And pain, and terror, mark advancing death ; — 
Still in that breast thy country held her throne, 



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Thy toil, thy fear, thy prayer, were hers alone. 

Thy last .i'aiiLt eil'oU tier;, and. hers Itiy parun:;; iirean. 

"Yes, from those lips while fainting nations drew 
Hope ever strong and murage ever new; — 
Yet, yet, I deem'd by that supporting hand 
Propp'd in her fidl indit i'r cedent's ruin stand; 
And purged by fire, and stronger from the storm, 
Degraded justice rear her reverend form, 
Now, hope, adieu ! — adieu the generous care 
To shield the weak, and tame the proud in war ! 
The golden cha.::t of realms, when equal awe 
Poised the strong balance of impartial law ; 
UT.en rival states as federate sisters slione, 
Alike, yet various, and though many, one ; 
And, bright and numerous as tin; spangled iky, 
Jieanrd eaeii fair star of Europe's galaxy- ■ 
All, all are gone, and after- t.irae shall trace 
One boundless rule, one undistinguished rare ; 
Twilight of worth, where nought remains to move 
The patriot's ardour, or the subject's hue. 

" ISelie'd, e'en now, while every manly lore 
And every muse forsaken in;- yield ins; ilinre ; 
Faint, vapid fruits of slavery's sickly eliine. 
Each tinsel art succeeds, aud harlot rhyme ! 
To gild the vase, to bid the purple spread 
In sijhily foldings o'er the Grecian bed, 
Their mimic guard where sculptured gryphons keep, 
And Memphian idols watch o'er beauty's sleep ; 
To rouse the slumbering sparks of faint desire 
With the base tinkling of the Teian lyre ; 



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While youth's enervate glance and gloating age 
Hang o'er the mazy waltz, or pageant stage; 
Each wayward wish of sickly taste to please, 
The nightly revel and the noon-tide ease — 
These, Europe, are thy toils, thy trophies these ! 

" So, when wide-wasting hail, or whelming rain. 
Have strew'd the bearded hope of golden grain, 
Prom the wet furrow, struggling to the skies, 
The tall, rank weeds in barren splendour rise ; 
And strong, and towering o'er the mildew'd ear, 
Uncomely flowers and baneful herbs appear ; 
The swain's rich toils to useless poppies yield. 
And Famine stalks along the purple field. 

"And thou, the poet's theme, the patriot's prayer I- 
Where, France, thy hopes, thy gilded promise, where? 
When o'er Montpelier's vines, and Jura's snows, 
All goodly bright, young freedom's planet rose? 
What boots it now, (to our destruction brave,) 
How strong thine arm in war ? a valiant slave ! 
What boots it now that wide thine eagles sail, 
Fann'd by the flattering breath of conquest's gale ? 
What, that, high-piled within yon ample dome, 
The blood-bought treasures rest of Greece and Home? 
Scourge of the Highest, bolt in vengeance hurl'd 
By Heaven's dread justice on a shrinking world! 
Go, vanquished victor, bend thy proud helm down 
Before thy sullen tyrant's steely crown, 
For him in Afric's sands, and Poland's snows, 
Eear'd by thy toil the shadowy laurel grows j 
And rank in German fields the harvest springs 
Of pageant councils jind obsequious kings. 



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Such purple slaves, of glittering fetters vain, 
Link'd the wide circuit of the Latian chain ; 
And slaves like these shall every tyrant find, 
To gild oppression, and debase mankind. 

" Oh ! live there yet whose hardy souls and high, 
Peace bought with shame, and tranquil bonds defy ? 
Who, driven from every shore, and lords in vain 
Of the wide prison, of the lonely main, 
Cling to their country's rights with free-born zeal, 
More strong from every stroke, and patient of the steel ! 
Guiltless of chains, to them has Heaven consign'd 
TV entrusted cause of Europe and mankind ! 
Or hope we yet in Sweden's martial snows 
That freedom's weary foot may find repose? 
No ; — from yon hermit shade, yon cypress dell, 
Where faintly peals the distant matin-bell ; 
Where bigot kings and tyrant priests had shed 
Their s'cepy venom o'er his dreadful head; 
He wakes, th' avenger— hark ! the hills around, 
Untamed Astiuiu bids her clarion sound; 
And many an ancient rock, and fleecy plain, 
And many a valiant heart returns the strain : 
Heard by that shore, where Calpe's armed steep 
Kings its long shadow o'er th' Herculean deep, 
And Lusian glades, whose hoary poplars wave 
In soft sad murmurs over Inez' grave. 
They bless the call who dared the first withstand 
The Moslem wasters of their bleeding land, 
When firm in faith, and red with slaughtor'd foes, 
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Nor these alone ; as loud the war-notes swell, 
La Mancha's shepherd f;uils his cork-built cell: 
Alhama's stcf:igi;i is there, am! those who till 
(A hardy race !) Morena's scorched hill ; 
And in rude anus through wide Ga.llicia's reign, 
The swarthy vintage pours her vigorous train. 

" Saw ye those tribes ; not. theirs the plumed boast, 
The siiihHy Trappings of a marshall'd host ; 
\o weeping naliens curse their deadly skill. 
Expert- in danger, and inured to kill : — 
But theirs the kindling eye, the strenuous arm : 
Theirs the dark cheek, with patriot ardour warm, 
Unblaneh'd b\ sluggard ease, or slavish fear, 
And proud and pure the blood that mantles there. 
Theirs from the birth is toil ; — o'er granite steep, 
And heathy wild, to guard the wandering sheep ; 
To urge the labouring mule, or bend the spear 
'Gainst the night -prowling wolf, or felon bear ; 
The bull's hoarse rase in dreadful sport to mock, 
And meet with siuslfi sward his bellowing; shock. 
lach martial chant they know, each manly rhyme, 
Rude ancient lays of Spain's heroic time ; 
Of him in Xeres' carnage fearless found, 
(His g'diteivi"; brews wi'.h iinsti'.e spear-heads bonm! ■.) 
Of that chaste king whose hardy mountain train 
O'erthrew die knightly race of CheHemagne : 
And ehiel'est him who rear'il !iis banner tall 
(Illustrious exile !) o'er Valencia's wall ; 
Ungraced by kiegs, whose Moorish title rose 
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" Yes; every mouldering tower and haunted flood, 
And the wild murmurs of the waving wood ; 

r.aeli sandy waste, and orange-scented dell, 
And red Buxaba's field, and Lugo, tell, 
How their brave fathers fought, how thick the invaders 
fell. 
" Oh 1 virtue long forgot, or vainly tried, 
To glut a bigot's zeal or tyrant's pride ; 
Condemn'd in distant climes to bleed and die 
'Mid the dank poisons of Tlascala's sky ; 
Or when stern Austria streteh'd her lawless reign. 
And spent in northern fights the flower of Spain ; 
Or war's hoarse furies yell'd on Ysell's shore. 
And Alva's ruffian sword was drunk with gore, 
Yet dared not then Tlascala's chiefs ivit.iist.fi ml 
The lofty daring of Castalia's band ; 
And weeping France her captive king deplored. 
And cursed the deuthful point of Ebro's sword. 
Now, nerved with hope, their night of slavery past 
Each heart beats high in freedom's buxom blast ; 
Lo ! conquest calis, and beckoning from afar, 
Uplifts his laurel wreath, and waves them on to war. 
—-Woe to tli' usurper then, who dares defy 
The sturdy wrath of rustic lovuliy ! 
Woe to the hireling bands foredooin'd to feel 
How strong in labour's horny hand the steel ! 
iklio.d e'en noii, beneath yon .Bo-tie skies 
Another Pavla bids her trophies rise ; 
E'en now in base disguise and frieiidK nighL, 
Their rob her -monarch speeds his secret flight ; 



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And with new zeal the fiery Lusians rear, 

(Boused by their i^idiln^ Worth nhj-lon^-neglectedspear. 

" So when stern winter chills the April showers, 
And iron frost forbids the timely flowers ; 
Ob, deem not thou the vigorous herb below 
Is crush'd and dcii-rl beneath t!r' ineiunbent snow : 
Such tardy suns shall wtuLtliiL-!- harvests bring 
Than all the early smiles of flattering spring." 

Sweet as the martial irnmpeVs silver s'.vdi, 
On my charra'd sense the unearthly accents fell : 
Me wonder held, and joy chastised by fear, 
As one who wish'd, yet hardly hoped to hear. 
" Spirit," I cried, '■ dread teaeher, yet declare, 
In that good fight, shall Albion's arm be there? 
Can Albion, brave and wise, and proud, refrain 
To hail a kindred soul, and link her fate with Spain? 
Too long her sons, estranged from war and toil, 
Have loathed the safety of the sea-girt isle , 
And chid the waves which pent their fire within, 
As the stall' d war-horse wooes the battle's din. 
Oh, by tbi- thvoinr.;^ heart, ihi? palrioL srluiv. 
Which, well I feel, each English hreast shall know 
Say, shall my country, roused from deadly sleep, 
Crowd with her hardy sons yon western steep ? 
And shall once more the staT of France grow pale, 
And dim its beams in Boncesvalles' vale ? 
Or shall foul sloth and timid doubt conspire 
To mar our ze;d, and waste our manly lire !■ " 

Still as I gazed his lowering features spread, 
High rose his form, and darkness veil'd his bead; 



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Past from bis eyes the ruddy lightning brolte, 
To Heaven he resir'tl his :ra mul thus he spoke : 

" Woe, trebly woe to their slow zeal who bore 
Delusive comfort to Iberia's shove ' 
Who in mid conquest, vaunting, yet dismay' d, 
Now gave and now withdrew their kireard aid ■. 
Who when each bosom glow'd, each heart beat high, 
Chill'd the pure stream of England's energy, 
And lost in courtly forms and blind delay 
The loiter'd hours of glory's shorl-livcd day. 

" peevlws island, generous, bold and free, 
Lost, ruin'd Albion, Europe mourns for thee ! 
Hadst thou but knowu the hour in mercy given 
To stay thy doom, and ward the ire of Heaven ; 
Bared iu the cause of man ihv warrior breast, 
And crush'd on yonder hills the approaching pest, 
Then had not murder sack'd tby smiling plain, 
And wealth, and worth, and wisdom, all been vain! 

" Yet, yet awake ! while fear and wonder wait 
On the poised balance, trembling still with fate ! 
If aught their worth can plead, iu battle tried. 
Who tinged with slaughter Tajo's curdling tide ; 
(What time base iruce the wheels of war could stay, 
And the weak victor flung his wreath away ;) — 
Or theirs, who, doled in scanty bands afar, 
"Willed without hope the disproportion^ war, 
And cheerly still, and patient of distress, 
Led their forwasted files on numbers numberless ! 

" Tes, through the march of many a weary day, 
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As bare, and shrinking from the inclement sky, 
The languid soldier bends him down to die; 
As o'er those helpless limbs, by murder gored, 
The base pursuer waves his weaker sword, 
And, trod to earth, by tramplm^' thousands press'd, 
The horse-hoof glances from thai mangled breast; — 
E'en in that hour his hope to L'.ng'iirui (lies, 
And fame and vengeance lire his closing cyt-s, 

" Oh ! if such hope can plead, or his, whose bier 
Drew from his conquering host their latest tear ; 
Whose skill, whose matclihss valour gilded flight: 
Entomb'd in foreign dust, a hasty soldier's rite ; 
Oh! rouse thee yet to conquer and to pave, 
And wisdom guide the sword which justice gave! 

" And yet the end is not I from yonder towers 
While one Sagunlum inouis the victor's powers : 
While one brave heart, defies a servile chain, 
And one true soldier wields a lance for Spain ; 
Trust not, vain tyrant, though thy spoder band 
In tenfold myriads darken half the land ; 
(Vast as that power, against whose impious lord 
Field:] I ill's matron shnoi; t'm ei^illy suocd;) 

Though ruth and fear thy woundless soul defy, 
And fatal genius fire thy martial eye : 
Yet trust not here o'er yielding realms to roam, 
Or cheaply bear a bloodless laurel home. 

"No! by His viewless arm whose righteous care 
Defends the orphan's tear, the poor man's prayer ; 
Who, Lord of Nature, o'er this changeful ball 
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EUROPE. 

Wondrous in all Hia ways, unseen, unknown, 
Who treads tie wine-press of the world alone ; 
And robed in darkness, and surrounding fc;u's, 
Speeds on their destined road the march of years ! 
No ! — shad yon eagle, from the snare set free, 
Stoop to thy wrist, or cower his wing for thee? 
And shall it tame despair, thy strong controul, 
Or quench u, nation's stiil reviving soul?— ■ 
Go, bid the force of countless bands conspire 
To curb the wandering wind, or grasp the fire ! 
Cast thy Tain fetters on the troublous sea! 
But Spain, the brave, the virtuous, shall be free." 



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PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA. 

With heat o'crlabour'd and the length of way, 
On Ethan's beacli the bands of Israel lay. 
'Twas silence all, the sparkling sands along ; 
Save wlita-u ike locust trill'd her feeble song, 
Or blended soft in drowsy cadence fell 
The wave's low whisper or the camel's bell— 
"I'h-.ts silence all ! — lb; (Lock's for shelter fly 
Whore, waving light, the acacia shadows lie ; 
Or where, from far, the flattering vapours make 
The noon-tide semblance of a misty lake : 
While the mute swain, in careless safety spread, 
With arms enfolded, and dejected head, 
Dreams o'er his wondrous call, his lineage high, 
And, late reveal' d, his children's destiny. — 
For, not in vain, in thraldom's darkest hour, 
Had sped from Amram's sons the word of power ; 
Norfail'd the dveiuliul wand, whose god-like sway 
Could lure the locust from her airy way ; 
With reptile war assail their proud abodes, 
And mar the giant pomp of Egypt's Gods. 



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THE PASSAGE OP THE BED SEA. 6 

Oh helpless Gods ! who nought avail'd to shield 

From fiery rain your Zoan's favour'd field ! — 

Oh helpless Gods ! who saw the curdled blood 

Taint the pure lotus of your ancient flood, 

And four-fold night the wondering earth enchain, 

While Memnon's orient barp was heard in vain ! — 

Such musings held the tribes, till now the west 

With milder in-lvience on their Lion pies ptvst ; 

And that portentous cloud which, all the day, 

Hung its dark curtain o'er their weary way, 

(A cloud by day, a friendly flame by ni^lit.) 

Eoll'd back its misty veil, and kindled into light ! — 

Soft fell the eve:— But, ere the day was done, 

Tall waving banners streak'd the level sun; 

And wide and dark along the horizon red, 

In sandy surge the rising desert spread. — 

" Mark, Israel, mark 1 " — On that strange sight intent, 

In breathless terror, every eye was bent ; 

And busy faction's fast-increasing hum, 

And female voices shriek, " They come, they come ! " 

They come, they come I in scintillating show 

O'er the dark mass the brazen lances glow ; 

And sandy clouds in countless shapes combine, 

As deepens or extends the long tumultuous line ; — 

And fancy's keener glance ev'n now may trace 

The threatening aspects of each mingled race : 

For many a coal-black tribe and cany spear, 

The hireling guards of Misraim's throne, were there. 

From distant Cush they troop'd, a warrior train, 

Siwah's green isle and Sennaar's marly plain : 



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38 THE PASSAGE OP THE RED SEA. 

On either wing their fiery coursers check 

The parch' d and sinewy sons of Amalek : 

While close behind, inured to feast on blood, 

Ucck'd in Behemoth's spoils, ihe tall iiiiiiL^iihi b.; l--jcIc-. 

'Mid blazing helms and bucklers rough with gold 

Saw ye how swift the scythed chariots roll'd? 

Lo, these are they wlioin, lords of Afric's fates, 

Old Thebes hath pour'd through all her hundred irak-i 

Mother of armies ! — How the emeralds glow'd, 

Where, flush'd with power and vengeance, Pharaoh rode ! 

And stoled in white, those brazen wheels before, 

Osiris' ark his sw.in.liy wizards bore; 

And still responsive to the trumpet's cry 

The priestly sistrum inwrnur'd — Victory ! — ■ 

Why swell these shouts that rend the desert's gloom ': 

Whom come ye forth to combat ? — warriors, whom ?— 

These flocks and herds — this faint and weary train — 

Bed from the scourge and recent from Lire chain? — 

God of the pooT, the pooT and friendless save ! 

Giver and Lord of freedom, help the slave ! — 

North, south, and west, die sandy whirlwinds fly, 

The circling horns of Egypt's chivalry. 

On earth's last margin throng tbe weeping train ; 

Their cloudy guide moves on: — "And must we swim the main: 

'Mid the light spray their snorting camels stood, 

Nor bathed a fetlock in the nauseous flood — 

He comes — their leader comes ! — the man of God 

O'er the wide waters lifts his mighty rod, 

And onward treads — The circling waves retreat, 

In hoarse deep murmurs, from his holy feet ; 



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THE PASSAGE OF THE KED SEA. 6\) 

And the chased surges, inly roaring, show 
The hard wet sand, and coral hills below. 

With limbs that falter, and with hearts that swell, 
Down, down they pass — a steep and slippery dell — 

Annua'! them rise, in p:'ih'.I:io chaos 1ii.it- I'd, 

Tl:i- niu'irnL rod?, till: secrets oi' the world ; 

And flowers thathlush beneath the ocean green, 
And caves, the sea-calves' low-roof d haunt are seen. 
Down, safely down the narrow pass they tread ; 
The beetling waters storm above their head : 
While far behind retires the smiting day, 
And fades on Edom's lulls its latest ray. 

Yet not from Israel fled the friendly liglit. 
Or dark to them, or cheerless faun; the night. 
Still in their van, along that dreadful road, 
Blazed broad and fierce the brandish'd torch of God. 
Its meteor glare a tenfold lustre gave 
On the long mirror of the rosy wave : 
While its blest beams a suulike heat supply, 
Warm every cheek, and dance in every eye — 
To them alone — for Misraim's wizard train 
Invoke for light their monster-gods in vain : 
Clouds beap'd on clouds their struggling sight confine, 
And tenfold darkness broods above their line. 
Yet on they fare by reckless vengeance led, 
And range unconscious through the ocean's bed : 
Till midway now — that strange and fiery form 
Show'd his dread visage lightening through the storm ; 
With withering splendour blasted all their might, 
And break their chariot- wheels, and marr'd then' coursers' flight. 



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40 THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA. 

" Fly, Misraim, fly!" — The ravenous floods they see, 
And, fiercer than the floods, the Deity. 
" Fly, Misraim, fly 1 " — From Edom's coral strand 
Again the prophet stretch'd his dreadful wand : — 
With one wild crash the thundering maters sweep. 
And all is waves — a dart and lonely deep — ■ 
Yet o'er those lonely waves such murmurs past, 
As mortal wailing swell' d the nightly blast : 
And strange and sad Liu: whispering breezes bore 
The groans of Egypt to Arabia's shore. 

Oh ! welcome came the morn, where Israel stood 
In trustless wonder by th' avenging flood ! 
Oh I welcome came the eheed'al morn, to show 
The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below ; 
The mangled limbs of men — the broken car— 
A few sad relink of a !iatio:i's war : 
Alas, how few ! — Then, soft as Ellin's well, 
The precious tears of new-bum ireedo:i> i'o'l. 
And he, whose harden'd heart alike had borne 
The bouse of bondage and th' oppressor's scorn, 
The stubborn slave, by hope's new beams subdued, 
In faiU'iiup- iireeuts snljt/d his jiralilude — 
Till kindling into warmer zeal, around 
The virgin ti:idirei waked its silver sound : 
And in fierce joy, no mure by doubt supprest, 
The struggling spirit, ihrobb'd in Miriam's breast. 
She, with bare arms, and fixing on the sky 
The dark transparence of her lucid eye, 
Pour'd on the winds of heaven her wild sweet harmony. 



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THE I'ASSAOE OF THE RED SEA. 

" Where now," she sang, " the tall Egyptian spear ? 
On's sun-like shield, and Zoan's chariot, where? 
Above their ranks the whelming waters spread. 
Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed !" — 
And every pause between as Miriam sang, 
From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang, 
And loud and far their stormy chorus spread, — 
" Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed!" 



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ADVENT SUNDAY. 

Hosanna to the living Lord ! 

Hij.'Firmri to the inr-iiriLiite U on] ! 
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, 
Let earth, let Heaven, Hosanna sing ! 

llo^-.mia! Lord ! Ilobiir.iiii in the l.l^hrs-i '. 

Hosanna, Lord ! Thine angels cry ; 
Hosanna, Lord ! Thy saims reply ; 
Above, beneath us, and around, 
The dead and living swell the sonnd 

Hosanna! Lord! Ilosaiiun in thi:- hishesi ! 

Oh, Saviour ! with protecting cure, 
Return to this Thy house of prayer! 
Assembled in Thy sacred name, 
Where we Thy parting promise claim ! 

Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the holies;. '. 



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Bui, chid'est, in our clcansi.'d breast, 
Eternal ! bid Thy spirit rest. 
And make our secret soul to be 
A. temple pure, and worthy Thee ! 

Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the hig 

So, in the last ;i:iil drradf:i! day, 
When earth and heaven shall melt away, 
Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain, 
Shall swell the sound of praise again ; 

Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the Mg 



SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT, 



The Lord will come ! the earth, shall quake, 

The hills their fixed seat forsake ; 
And, withering, from the vault of night 
The stars withdraw their ii'eble liirht. 

The Lord will come ! but not the same 

As once in lowly form He came, 

A silent Lamb to slaughter led, 

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 

The Lord will come ! a dreadful form, 
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, 
On cherub wings, and wings of wind, 

Aimiiiti'd .luil^i; of lii!in;iii-kii:(! ! 



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Can this be He who wont to stiay 

A pilgrim on the world's liiiilnvsy ; 

By power oppn.*s'\!, and mork'd by pride 1 

Oh God ! is this the crucified ? 

Go, tyrants ! to the rooks complain ! 
Go, seek the mountains cleft in vain ! 
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, 
Shall sing for joy — the Lord is come ! 



SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 

In the sun and moon and stars 

Signs and wonders tsierc skill bo; 
Earth shall quake with inward wars. 
Nations with perplexity. 

Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, 
Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise ; 

Darker storms the mountains sweep, 
Rodder lightning rend the skies. 

Evil thoughts shall shake the proud, 
Kin.' king doubt and restless fear ; 

And, amid the thunder-cloud, 
Shall the Judge of men appear. 

Km TiuniLrh t'ri.ilu thai, nivt'r.l fw 

Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly, 

Pear not ye. His chosen race. 
Your redemption draweth nigh ! 



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TIlI'l'iT) SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 

Oh Saviour, is Tlij promise fled? 

Nor longer might Thy grace endure, 
To heal the sick and raise the dead, 

And preach Thy Gospel to the poor ? 

Come, Jesus ! come ! return again ; 

With brighter beam Thy servants bless, 
Who long to feel Thy perfect reign, 

And share Thy kingdom's happiness ! 

A fcebli! race, by passion driven, 
In darkness and in doubt we roam. 

And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven, 
Our hope, our harbour, and our home ! 

Yet, 'mid the wild and wintry gale, 
When Death rides darkly o'er the sea, 

And strength and earthly daring fail, 
Our prayers, Redeemer ! rest on Thee ! 

Come, Jesus ! come ! and, as of yore 
The prophet went to clear Thy way, 

A harbinger Thy feet before, 
A dawning to Thy brighter day : 

So now may grace with heavenly shower 
Our stony hearts for truth prepare ; 

Sow in our souls the seed of power, 
Then come and reap Thy harvest there! 



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FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 

The world is grown old, and her pleasures are past ; 
The world is grown old, and her form may not last ; 
The world is grown old, and trembles for fear ; 
For sorrows abound, and judgment is near! 



The sun in the heaven is languid and pale ; 
And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale : 
And the hearts of the nations fad them for fear, 
For the world is grown old, and judgment is near I 

The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, 

The children of pleasure all fed the sad hour; 

The roses are faded, and ttis'.di-sii the dicer, 

For the world is grown old, and judgment is near ! 

The world is grown old ! — but should we complain, 
Who have tried her and know that her promise h vaii 
Our heart is in Heaven, our home is not here, 
And we look for our crown when judgment is near ! 



CHRISTMAS DAY. 

Oh Saviour, whom this holy mom 
Gave to our world below ; 

To mortal want and labour born, 
And more than mortal woe ! 



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Incarnate Word. ! by n cry <int f, 

By each temptation tried, 
Who lived to yield our ills relief, 

And to redeem us died I 

If -jiiily rlothed and proudly fed, 
In dangerous wealth we dwell ; 

Remiud us of Thy manger bed, 
And lowly cottage cell ! 

If prest by poverty severe, 
In envious want we pine, 

Oh may the SpiHr. wiii-prr nc:ir, 
How poor a lot was Thine ! 

Through fickle fortune's various scene 
Prom sin preserve us free ! 

Like us thou hast a mourner been, 
May we rejoice with Thee ! 



ST. STEPHEN'S DAY. 

The Son of God goes forth to war, 

A kindly crown to gain : 
His blood-red banner streams afar ! 

Who follows in His train ? 

Who best can drink his cup of woe, 

Triumphant over pain, 
Who patient bears his cross below, 

lie follows iu His train ! 



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The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
(,"■;. 1 1 ( i i ileTce (x'yomi the yriivc ; 

Who saw his Master in the sky, 
And called on Him to save. 

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue 

In midst of mortal pain, 
He pray'd for them that did the wrong ! 

Who follows in his train ? 

A glorious band, the chosen i'cw 

On whom the Spirit came ; 
Twelve valiant saints, their hope thev knew, 

And mock'd the cross and flame. 

They met the tyrant's hrandish'd steel, 

The lion's gory mane ; 
They bow'd their necks the death to feel ! 

Who follows in their train? 

A noble army— men and boys, 

The matron and the maid, 
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, 

In robes of light array'd. 

They climb'd the steep ascent of Heaven, 

Through peril, toil and pain ! 
Oh God ! to us may grace be given 

To follow in their train 1 



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ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST'S DAY. 

Oh God ! who gav'st Thy servant grace, 
Amid the storing of life distrest. 

To look on Thine incarnate face, 
And lean on Thy protecting breast : 

To see the light that dimly shone, 

Eclipsed for us in sorrow pale, 
Pure Image of the Eternal One ! 

Through shadows of Thy mortal veil I 

Be onrs, O King of Mercy ! still 
To feel Thy presence from above, 

And in Thy word, and in Thy will, 
To hear Thy voice and know Thy love : 

And when the tods of life are done, 
And nature wails Thy dread decree, 

To find our rest beneath Thy throne, 
And look, in bumble hope, to Thee. 



INNOCENTS' DAY. 



Oh weep not o'er thy children's tomb ! 

liachel, weep not so; 
The bud is cropt by martyrdom, 

The flower in heaven shall ulcnv ! 



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Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife 
Has miss'd its deadliest aim : 

The God for whom they gave their life, 
For them to suffer came ! 

Though feeble were their days and few, 

Baptized in blood and pain, 
He knows them, whom they never knew, 

And they shall live again. 

Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb ; 

Rachel, weep not so ! 
The bad is cropt by martyrdom, 

The flower in heaven shall blow ! 



EPIPHANY. 



Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! 

Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 

Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, 
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; 

Augcls adore Him in slumber reclining, 
Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all ! 



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Say, skill ivc yie'il Him, in cosily dcvoiion. 

Odours of Edom and offerings divine P 
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, 

Myrrh from tin": forest or tmld from the mine ? 

Vainly we offer each ample oblation : 

Vainly with gifts would "His favour secure : 
Bicher by far is the heart's adoration ; 

Hearer to Cod arc die prayer? of tlie poor. 

Brightest and heat of the sons of the morning ! 

Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 



FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

Abash'd he aE the boast of age ! 

Be hoary learning dumb ! 
Expounder of the mystic page, 

Behold an Infant come I 

Oh Wisdom, whose unfading power 

Beside the Eternal stood, 
To frame, in nature's earliest hour, 

The land, the sky, the flood r 



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Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile 

An infant form to wear ; 
To bless Thy mother with a smile, 

And lisp Thy falter'd prayer. 

But in Thy Father's own abode, 

With Israel's elders round, 
Conversing high with Israel's God, 

Thy chiefest joy was found. 

So may our youth adore Thy name 1 
And, Saviour, deign to bless 

With fostering grace the timid flame 
Of early holiness ! 



FIRST SUNDAY AFTEE EPIPHANY. 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 

How sweet the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath beneath the hill 

Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

Lo ! such the child whose early feet 
The paths of peace have trod ; 

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God ! 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 

The lily must decay ; 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill 

Must shortly fade away. 



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And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 

Of roan's maimer auo 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 

And stormy passion's rage ! 

Thou, whose infant feet were found 
Within Thy Father's shrine ! 

U linse years, with changeless virtue crown 7 

Were all alike Divine; 

Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, 

We seek Thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 

To keep us still Thine own ! 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTEE EPIPHANY. 

Oh hand of bounty, largely spread, 

liy whom om every \\-i\wt is iWI. 
Wliate'er we touch, or taste, or see, 
We owe them all, oh Lord ! to The 
The corn, the oil, the purple wine, 
Are all Thy gifts, and only Thine ! 

The stream Thy word to nectar dyed, 
The bread Thy blessing multiplied, 
The stormy wind, the whelming flood, 
That silent at Thy mandate stood, 
How well they knew Thy voice Divine, 
Whose works they were, and only Thine ! 



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Though now no more on earth we trace 
Thy footsteps of celestial grace, 
Obedient to Thy word and will 
We seek Thy daily mercy still ; 
Its blessed beams around us shine, 
And Thine we are, and only Thine ! 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

Incaknatb Word, who, wont to dwell 
In lowly shape and cottage cell, 
Didst not refuse a guest to be, 
At Caua's poor festivity : 

Oh, when our soul from care is free, 
Then, Saviour, may we think on Thee, 
And, seated at the festal board, 
In fancy's eye behold the Lord. 

Then may we seem, in fancy's ear, 
Thy manna- dropping tongue to hear, 
And think,— even now, Thy searcliing gaze 

Kuril: 5i:en.:t of o.ir sou! surveys [ 

So may such joy, chastised and pure, 
Beyond the bounds of earth endure ! 
Nor pleasure in the wounded mind 

Skill leave, j nmklini: si in;; behind. 



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SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

When on her Maker's bosom 
The new-born Earth was laid, 

And Nature's opening blossom 
Its fairest bloom display 'd ; 

When all with fruit and flowers 
The laughing soil was drest, 

And Eden's fragrant bowers 
Beceived their human guest ; 

No sin his fact dcliling, 

The heir of natuTe stood, 
And God, benignly smiling, 

Beheld that all was good ! 

Yet, in that hour of blessing, 
A single want was known ; 

A wish the heart distressing ; 
For Adam was alone ! 

Oh God of pure affection ! 

By men and saints adored, 
Who gavest Thy protection 

To Oana's nuptial board ; 

May such Thy bounties ever 

To wedded love be shown, 
And no rude hand dissever 

Whom Thou hast link'd in one ! 



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THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

Lord ! whose love, in power excelling, 
Wash'd the leper's stain away, 

Jesus ! from Thy heavenly dwelling, 
Hear us, help us, when we prny ! 

From the filth of vice and folly, 
From infuriate passion's rage, 

Kvil U;oiight,» and hones unholy, 
Heedless youth and selfish age ; 

From the lusts whose deep pollutions 

Adam's ancient taint disclose, 
From the Tempter's dart intrusions, 

llcbLlcs's doubt and blind repose; 

From the miser's eurscd treasure, 
From the drunkard's jest obscene, 

From the world, its pomp and pleasure, 
Jesusl Master! make us clean! 



FOURTH SUNDAY AFTEK EPIPHANY. 

When through the torn sail ihe wild tempest is streaming, 
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, 
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish, 
We fly to our Maker — " Help, Lord I or we perish ! " 



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Oh Jesus ! once toss'd on the breast of the billow, 
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, 

Now, si.'iilud in ^lory. Uv; mariner cherish, 

Who cries in his danger—" Help, Lord ! or we perish ! 

And oh, when the uliiriiviiid of passion is raging, 
When hell in our heart his wild warfare is waging, 
Arise in Thy strength Thy redeemed to cherish, 
Kebuke the destroyer—" Help, Lord ! or we perish ! " 

FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 

The winds were howling o'er the deep, 

Each wave a wat'ry hill, 
The Saviour waken'd from His sleep, 

He spake and all was still. 

This lriiidnian in a tomb had made 

His mansion of despair ; 
Wot to the traveler who 3ir;iv'<: 

With heedless footstep there ! 

The chains hung broken from his arm, 

Such strength can hell supply. 
And fiendish bate, and fierce alarm 

Plaah'd from his hollow eye. 

He met that glance so thrilling sweet, 

He heard those accents mild, 
And, melting at Messiah's feet, 

Wept like a weaned child. 



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Oh madder than the raving man ! 

Oh deufer lIihii the sea ; 
How long the time since Christ began 

To call in vain on me ? 

He call'd me when my thoughtless prime 

Was early ripe to ill ; 
T pass'd from folly on to crime, 

And yet He call'd me still. 

He call'd me in the time of dread. 

When death was full in view, 
I trembled on my feverish bed, 

lei could I hear Him once again 

As I have heard of old, 
Methinks He should not call in vain 

His wanderer to the fold. 

Oh Thou that every thought canst know, 

And answer every prayer ; 
Oh give me sickness, want, or woe, 

But snatch me from despair ! 

My struggling will by grace controul, 

Eenew my broken vow ! 
What blessed light breaks on my soul : 

God ! I hear Thee now. 



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SEPTIFAGESIMA SUNDAY. 

The God of Glory walks His round, 
From day to day, from year to year, 

And warns us each with awful sound, 
" No longer stand ye idle here ! 

" Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright, 
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are 

Waste not of hope the morning light ! 
Ah fools ! why stand ye idle here ? 

" Oh, as the griefs ye would assuage 
That wait on life's declining year, 

Secure a Messing for your age, 
And work your Maker's business here ! 

"And ye, whose locks of scanty grey 
Foretell your latest tTavail near, 

How swiftly fades your worthless day 1 
And stand ye yet so idle here ? 

" One hour remains, there is but one ! 
But many a shriek and many a tear 

Through endless years the guilt must moan 
Of moments lost and wasted here ! " 

Thou, by all Thy works adored, 
To whom the sinner's soul is dear, 

Recall us to Thy vineyard, Lord ! 

And grant us grace to please Thee here ! 



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SEXAOESIMA SUHDAY. 

Oh God ! by whom the seed is given ; 

By whom the harvest blest ; 
Whose word, like manna shower' d from Heaven, 

Is planted in our breast ; 

Preserve it from the passing feet, 

j\ iLf 1 plunderers of the air; 
The sultry sun's intenser heat, 

And weeds of worldly care ! 

Though buried deep or thinly strewn, 

Do Thou Thy grace supply ; 
The hope in earthly furrows sown 

Shall ripen in the sky ! 



QtJINGUAGESIMA. 

Lord of Mercy and of Might, 
Of mankind the life and light, 
Maker, Teacher infiniti:, 
Jesus, hear and save ! 

Who, when sin's primeval doom 
Gave creation to the tomb, 
Didst not scorn a Virgin's womb, 
Jesus, hear and save ! 



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Strong Creator, Saviour mild, 
Humbled to a mortal child, 
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, 

Jc-dus. hear and save! 

Throned above celestial things, 
Borne aloft on angels' wings, 
Lord of lords, and King of kings, 
Jeans, hear and save ! 

Soon to come to earth again, 
Judge of angels and of men, 
Hear us now, and hear us then, 

Jiistij. hear and save! 



THIKD SUNDAY IN LENT. 

Virgin-born ! we bow before Thee ! 
Blessed was the womb that bore Thee I 
Mary, mother meek and mild, 
Blessed was she in her child ! 

Blessed was the breast that fed Thee ! 
Blessed was the hand that led Thee ! 
Blessed was the parent's eye 
That watch'd Thy slumbering infancy ! 

Blessed she by all creation, 

Who brought forth the world's Salvation ! 

And blessed they, for ever blest, 

Who love Thee most aud serve Thee best ! 



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Virgin-born ! we bow before Thee ! 
Blessed was the womb that bore Thee ! 
Mary, mother meek and mild, 
Blessed was she in her child 1 



FOURTH SUNDAY IS LENT. 

Oh King of earth and air and sea 1 
The hungry ravens cry to Thee ; 
To Thee the scaly tribes that sweep 
The hoaom of the boundless deep ; 

To Thee the lions roaring call, 

The common Father, kind to all ! 

Then grant Thy servants. Lord ! we pray. 

Our daily bread from day ui day ! 

The fishes may for food complain ; 
The ravens spread their wings in vain; 
The roaring lions lack and pine ! 
Bnt, God 1 Thou carest still for Thine ! 

Thy bounteous hand with food can bless 

The bleak and lonely wilderness ; 

And Thou hast taught us, Lord ! to pray 

For daily bread from day to day! 

And oh, when through the wilds we roam 
That part us from our heavenly home ; 
When lost in danger, want, and woe, 
Our faithless tears begin to flow ; 



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Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give, 
By which alone the soul msiy live ; 
And grant Thy servants. Lord ! we pray, 
The bread (if life frnii) day to day ! 



FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 

Olf Thou whom neither time nor space 

Can circle in, unseen, unknown, 
Nor faith in boldest flight can trace, 
Save through Thy Spirit and Thy Son ! 

And Thou that from Thy bright abode, 

To us in mortal weakness shown. 
Didst graft the manhood into God, 

Eternal, co-etenid Sen ! 

And Thou, whose unction from on high 
By comfort, light, and love is known ! 

Who, with the parent Deity, 
l)TO;ui Spirit ! art for ever one I 

Great First and Last ! Thy blessing give ! 

And grant us faith, Thy gift alone, 
To love and praise Thee while we live, 

And do whate'er Thou wouldst have done ! 



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SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 

The Lord of Might, from Sinai's brow, 
Gave forth His voice of thunder ; 

And Israel lay on earth below, 
Oulstruich'd in fear and wonder. 

Beneath His feet was piteliv ni^ht, 

And at His left hand and His right, 
The rocks were rent asunder ! 

The Lord of Love, on Calvary, 
A meek and suffering stranger, 

Upraised to Heaven His languid eye, 
In nature's hour of danger. 

For us He bore the weight of woe, 

For us He gave His blood to ilow, 
And met His Father's anger. 

The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, 

The King of all created, 
Shall back return to claim His right, 

On clouds of glory sealed ; 
With trumpet-sound and angel-song, 
And hallelujahs loud and long 

O'er death and hell defeated ! 



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&00D FRIDAY. 

Oil more than merciful ! whose bounty gave 
Thy guiltless self to glut Hie an-eriy gr.ivi 1 ! 
Whose heart was rent to pay Thy people's price ; 

The frii.'at High-priest at once and sa«i:iee ■ 
Help, Saviour, by thy cross and crimson stain, 
Nor let thy glorious blood be spilt in vain ! 

When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, 
When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart, 
When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care, 
( >r i he soul nutters in the fowler's snare,— 
Help, Saviour, by Thy cross and crimson stain, 
Nor let Thy glorious blood bi: spilt in vain 1 

And, cliiefest tlini, when .Nature yields the strife, 
Ant! mortal darkness limps ihe irate oi'lii ; 
When the poor spirit from the tomb set free, 
Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee, — 
Help, Saviour, by Thy cross and crimson stain. 
Nor let Thy iriuriuus blood In: spilt in vftin. 



EASTER DAY. 

God is gone up with a merry noise 

Of saints that sing on high, 
With His own right hand and His holy a 

He hath won the victory ! 



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Now empty are the courts of death, 
And crush'd thy sting, despair ; 

And roses bloom in the desert tomb. 
For Jesus hath been there ! 

And he hath tamed the strength of Hell, 
And dxagg'd him through the sky, 

And captive behind His chariot wheel, 
He hath bound captivity. 

God is gone up with a merry noise 

Of saints that sing on high ; 
With His own right hand and His holy an 

He hath won the victory ! 



FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 

Life nor Death shall us dissevur 
From His love who reigns for ever : 
Will He fail us ? Never ! never ! 
When to Him we cry ! 

Sin may seek to snare us, 

|. l:rv p a asj on tear us! 
Dnulit and Fear, and grim Despair, 
Their fangs against us try ; 

But His might shall still defend us. 
And His blessed Son befriend us, 
And His Holy Spirit send us 
Comfort ere we die 1 



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A SCISSION DAT AND SUNDAY AFTER 

" Sit Thou on my right hand, my Son I " saith the Lord. 
" Sit Thou on my right hand, my Son I 

Till in the fatal hour 

Of my wrath, and my power, 
Thy foes shall he a footstool to Thy throne ! " 

"Prayer shall he made to Thee, my Son! " saith the Lord. 
" Prayer shall be made to Thee, my Son ! 

From earth and air and sea, 

And all that in them he, 
Which Thou for thine heritage hast won ! " 

" Daily he Thou praised, my Son 1 " saith the Lord. 

" Daily be Thou praised, my Son ! 

And all that live and move, 
Let them bless Thy bleeding love. 
And the work which Thy woitimiess hath done ! " 



WHITSUNDAY. 

Spieit of Truth ! on this Thy day 
To Thee for help we cry, 

To guide us through the dreary way 
Of dark mortality. 



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We ask not, Lord 1 Thy cloven flame, 

Or tongues of various tone ; 
But long Thy praisi.-* in [ii-ui.'-luJui 

With fervour in our own. 

We mourn not that prophetic skill 

Is found on earth, no more ; 
Enough for us to trace Thy will 

fn Scripture's sacred lore. 

We neither have nor seek the power 

IN demons to eontroul ; 
But Thou, in dark temptation's hour, 

Shalt chase them from the soul. 

!No heavenly harpings soothe our ear, 

No mystic dreams we share ; 
Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near, 

And bless Thee in our prayer. 

When ionu'iii'b skill ccusr- and power decay. 

And knowledge empty prove, 
Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay 

With Faith, with Hope, with Love ! 



TKINITT SUNDAY. 

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 

Early in the morning our song shall ris 
Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! 

God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! 



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Holy, holy, holy ! nil the saints adore Thee, 

Casting downtlifiir .u r ')'.;l i:ti crown 5 around the glassy s 
Cherubim and seraphim, falling down before Thee, 

Which ivevt and art mid evermore slink lie! 



Holy, holy, holy I Thouii'i the darkness hide Thee, 
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not : 

Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, 
Perfect in power, in love, and purity ! 

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 

All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth an 

Holy, holy, holy I merciful and mighty ! 
God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! 



FIRST SUXDAT AFTER TRINITY. 

Room for the proud ! Ye sons of clay, 
From far his sweeping pomp survey, 

2\or, rashly curious, do:; the nay 
His chariot wheels before 1 

Lo ! with what scorn his lofty eye 
Glances o'er age and poverty, 
And bids intruding conscience fly- 
Far from his palace door ! 



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Eooro foT the proud! but slow the feet 
That bear his coffin down the street : 
And dismal seems his winding-sheet 
Who purple lately wore ! 

Ah ! where must now his spirit fly 
In naked, trembling agony ; 
Or how shall he for mercy cry, 

Who ahow'd it not before ! 

Eoom for the proud ! in ghastly state 

The lord? of heii lib coming wait, 
And flinging wide the dreadful gnte 
That shuts to ope no more. 

" Lo here with us the seat," they cry, 
"For him who mock'd at poverty, 
And hade intruding conscience 11 v 
Far from his palace door." 

FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

The feeble pnlse, the gasping breath, 

The ele:iched teeth, the glazed eve, 
Are these thy sting, thou dreadful death ? 
grave, are these thy victory ! 

The mourners by our parting bed, 
The wife, the children weeping nigh, 

The dismal pageant of llie dead, — 
These, these are not thy victory ' 



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But from the much-loved world to part, 
Our lust untamed, our spirit high, 

All nature struggling nt the heart. 
Which, living, 1'eela it dare not die ! 

To dream through life a gaudy dream 
Of pride and pomp and. luxury, 

Till waken' d by the nearer gleum 
Of burning boundless agony ; 

To meet o'er-soon our angry king, 
Whose love we pass'd unheeded by ; 

Lo this, O death, thy deadliest sting ! 
grave, and this thy victory ! 

Searcher of the secret heart, 

Who deign'd for sinful man to die! 

Restore us ere the spirit part, 
Nor give to hell the victory ! 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

Fokte from the dark and stormy sky, 
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly ; 
Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here : 
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray : 
Turn not, Lord ! Thy guests away ! 



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Long have wc roamed in want and pain, 
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ; 
Wilder'd in doubt) in darkness lost, 
Long have our 3ouls heen tempest-tost : 
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; 
Turn not, Lord ! Thy guests away ! 



THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY, 

There was joy in Heaven ! 
There was joy in Heaven! 
When this goodly world to frame 
The Lord of might and mercy came : 
Shouts of joy were heard on high, 
And the stars sang from the sky — 

" Glory to God in Heaven ! " 
There was joy in Heaven ! 
There was joy in Heaven ! 
When the billows, heuvimr. dark". 
Sank around the stranded ark, 
And the rainbow's watery span 
Spake of mercy, hope to man, 

And peace with God in Heaven ! 
There was joy in Heaven ! 
There was joy in Heaven ! 
When of love the midnight beam 
Dawn'd on the towers of Bethlehem ; 
And along the echoing lull 
Angels sang — " On earth good will, 

And glory in the Heaven !" 



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There is joy in Heaven! 
There is joy in Heaven ! 
When the. sheep that went a-dray 
Turns again to virtue's wsy ; 
When the soul, by grace subdued, 
Sobs its prayer of gratitude, 
Then is there joy in Heaveu ! 



FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

1 peaised the earth, in beauty seen 
With garlands gay of various green ; 

I praised tins sea, whose ample held 
Shone- "Icrious as a silver shield ; 
And earth and ocean seem'd to say, 
;: Our beauties are but for a day ! " 

I praised the sun, whose chariot roll'd 

On wheels of amber and of gold ; 
I [liaised the moon, whose softer eye 
Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sky ! 
And moon and sun in answer said, 
" Our days of ligrht are numbered ' '' 

OGod! O Good beyond compare! 
If thus Thy meaner/ works are fair 1 
If thus Thy bounties gild the span 
Of ruin'd earth and sinful man, 

How glorious must the mansion be 

Where Thy redeem' d shall dwell with Thee ! 



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FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

Creator of the rolling flood ! 

On whom Thy people hope alone ; 
Who cam'st by water and by blood, 

For man's offences to atone : 

Who from the labours of the deep 
Didst set Thy servant Peter free, 

To feed on earth Thy chosen sheep, 
And build an endless church to Thee. 

Grant us, devoid of worldly rare, 
And leaning on Thy bounteous hand, 

To seek Thy help in humble prayer, 
And on Thy sacred rock to stand: 

And when, our livelong toil to crown. 

Thy roll sliiill set the spirit free, 
To cast with joy our burthen down, 
And rise, O Lord ! and follow Thee ! 



SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil : 

When summer's balmy showi'rs rt-frosb the mower's toil; 
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood, 
In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. 



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HYHtrs. 75 

The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade; 
The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade, 
The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, 
He moon and stars, their Master's name in silent pomp display. 

Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the slcy, 

Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny ? 

No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, 

Thee, Master, must we always love, and. Saviour, honour Thee. 

The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade, 
The autumn droop in muter, the birds forsake the shade ; 
Tbe winds be lull'd— the sun and moon forget their old decree, 
But we in nature's latest hour, Lord ! will cling to Thee. 



TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

JebtjsaLEM, Jerusalem ! enthroned once on high, 
Thou favour'dhomeof God on earth, thou Heaven belowthe sky! 
Now brought tobondage with thy sons, a curse and grief to see, 
Jerusalem, Jerusalem ! our tears shall flow for thee, 

Oh ! hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flock'dheneath 

the wing 
Of Him who call'd thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, 
Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see, 
And glory dwelt within % gates, and all thy sons been free, 



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76 HYMNS. 

" And who art tliou that monrnest me ?" replied the ruin grey, 
" And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a cast-away r 
I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee ; 
But woe to every barren graft of thy wild olive-tree ! 

" Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy spent, 
For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their punish- 
Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned be, 
Who spared not His chosen seed may send His wrath on thee ! 

" Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime ; 
Oh turn and seek thy Saviour's fact in this accepted time ! 
So, Gentile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee, 
And in the new Jerusalem thy home for ever be ! " 



THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AETEIl THINITY. 

" Who yonder on the desert heath, 

Complains in feeble tone ?" 

— " A pilgrim in the vale of death, 

Paint, bleeding, and alone !" 

" How cam' at tbou to this dismal strand 

Of danger, grief, and shame ?" 
— " From blessed Sion's holy land, 

By Polly led, I came!" 



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" What ruffian hand hath stript thee bare ? 

Whose fury laid thee low?" 
— " Sin for my footsteps twined her snare, 

And Death has dealt the blow ! " 

" Can art no medicine for thy wound, 

Nor nature strength supply ?" 
— " They saw me bleeding on the gronud, 

Ami p;!ss'd in silence by !" 

" Hut, suilcrer ! is no comfort near, 

Thy terrors to remove t" 
— "TheTe is to whom my soul was dear, 

But I have seorn'd His love." 

" What if His hand were nigh to save 
From endless death thy days ?" 

—"The soul He ransom'd from the grave 
Should live but to His praise ! " 

" ftist: then, oh rise ! His health cinbracL', 

Willi huHvuiiy ^rrength renew'd ; 
— And, such as is thy Saviour's grace, 
Sudi Le thy gratitude!" 



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FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTEK TEINITT. 

Lo the lilies of the field, 

How their leaves instruction yield ! 

Hark to Nature's lesson, given 

By tlie blessed birds of Heaven ! 

Every bush and tufted tree 

Warbles sweet philosophy : 

" Mortal, fly from, doubt and sorrow ; 

God provideth for the morrow 1 

" Say, with richer crimson glows 
The kingly mantle than the rose? 
Say, have kings more wholesome fare 
Than we, poor citizens of air ? 
Barns nor hoarded grain have we, 
Yet we carol merrily. 
Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow ! 
God provideth for the morrow 1 

" One there lives whose guardian eye 
Guides our humble destiny j 
One J here Lives who, Lord of all, 
Keeps our failings lest they fall : 
Pass we blithely then the time, 
Fearless of the snare and lime, 
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow: 
God provideth for the morrow 1" 



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SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

Wake 1 not, oh mother I sounds of lamentation ! 

Weep not, oh widow ! weep not hopele»8ly ! 
Strong is His arm, the Bringer of Salvation, 

Strong in Hiss Word of God to succour thee ! 

Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him : 
Hide his pale features with the sable pall : 

Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him : 
Widow'd and childless, she has lost her sill ! 



Why pause the mourners ? Who forbids our weepin; 

Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delay'd ? 
" Set down the bier, — he is not dead hut sleeping ! 

Young man, arise ; " — He spake, and was obey'd ! 

Change then, oh sad one ! grief to exultation ; 

Worship and fall hefore Messiah's knee. 
Strong was His arm, the Bringer of Salvation ! 

Strong was the Word of God to succour thee ! 



NINETEENTH SUNDAY" AFTER TRINITY. 

Oh blest weri; ihe iterant s of earl;; cri/ariim, 

When the Word of Je'aovah cmr.fi down from above; 

la Ik: dnfb of die earth to infuse; animation, 
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And niigidv Hie tones which the firmament rended, 
When on wheels of the thunder, and wings of the wind, 

By lightning, and hail, and thick darkness attended, 
He utter'd on Sinai His laws to mankind. 

And sweet was (he voice of the l'irsl-liom of Hwivni. 

(Though poor His apparel, though earthly His form.) 
Who said to the mourner, "Thy sins are forgiven!" 

11 Be whole! " to the sick,— and " Be still ! " to the storm. 

OIi .'hidgK of the world ! when, arrayed in Thy glory, 
Thy summons again shall he heard from on high, 

While nature statu!* trembling and nuked liel'ore Thee, 
And waits on Thy sentence to live or to die ; 

When the Heaven shall fly fast from the sound of Thy 

ilmr.ilcr. 
And the sun, in Thy lightnings, grow languid and pale, 
And the sea yield her dead, and the Tomh cleave asunder, 
In the hour of Thy terrors, let mere; prevail ' 



TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

The sound of war ! In earth and air 

The volleying thunders roll ; 
Their fiery darts the fiends pn>p.-:n\ 
And dig the pit, and spread the snare, 

Against the Christian's soul. 
The tyrant's sword, the rack, the flame. 

The scorner's serpent tone, 



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Of bitter doubt the barbed aim, 
All, all conspire his heart to tame : 

Force, fraud, and hellish fires assail 
The rivets of his heavenly mail, 

Amidst his foes alone. 

Gods of the world ! ye warrior host 

Of darkness and of air. 
In vain is all your impious boast, 
In vain each missile lightning tost, 

In vain the tempter's snare 1 
Though fast and far your arrows fly, 

Though mortal nerve and bone 
Shrink in convulsive agony, 
The Christian can your rage defy ; 
Towers o'er his head Salvation's crest, 
Faith like a buckler guards his breast, 

Undaunted, though alone. 

'Tis past ! 'tis o'er ! in foul defeat 

The Demon host are fled ! 
Before the Saviour's mercy- seat, 
(His live-long work of faith complete, 
Their conqueror bends his head. 
" The spoils Thyself hast gained, Lord ! 
I lay before Thy throne : 
Thou wert my rock, my shield, my sword ; 
My trust was in Thy name and word : 
'Twas in Thy strength my heart was strong ; 
Thy spirit went with mine along ; 
How was I then alone ?" 



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TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

Oh God ! my sins are manifold, against my life they cry. 
And all my guilty deed* foregone, up to Thy temple fly ; 
Wilt thou release my trembling foul tliat to despair is driven? 
"Forgive!"a Messed voice replied, "iiudthoushaltbeforgiven!" 

Myfoemen, Lord! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride, 
They render evil for my good, my patience they deride ; 
Arise, oh King, and be the proud to righteous ruin driven ! 
"forgive ! " an awful answer came, "as thou wouldst be for- 
given I" 

Seven times, O Lord ! I pardon'd them, seven times they 

sinn'd again : 
They practise still to work me woe, they triumph in my pain: 
But let them dread my vengeance now, to just resentment 

driven! 
"Forgive! " the voice of thunder spake, "or never he forgiven! " 



TWENTY-THIED SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

From foes that would the land devour ; 
From guilty pride, and lust of power ; 
From wild sedition's lawless hour ; 

From yoke of slavery : 
From blinded zeal by faction led ; 
From giddy change by fancy bred ; 
From poisonous error's serpent head, 

Good Lord, preserve us free ! 



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Defend, God ! with guardian hand, 

The laws and ruler of our land. 

And grant our church Thy grace to stand 

In faith and unity ! 
The Spirit's help of Thee we crave, 
Thai Thou, whose blood iv;;s slid! to save, 
Mayst, at Thy second coming, have 

A flock to welcome Thee ! 



TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

To conquer and to save, the Son of God 
Came to His own in great humility, 
Who wont to ride on cherub-wings abroad, 
And round Him wrap the mantle of the sky. 
The mountains bent their necks to form His road ; 
The clouds dropt down their fatness from on high; 
JkiLCnih His U-.et the wild wavi's softly flow'd, 
And the wind kiss'd Hi? garment tremblingly ! 

The grave unbolted half his grisly door, 

(For darkness and the deep had heard His fame, 

Nor longer might their ancient rule endure ;} 

The mightiest of mankind stood hush'd and tame : 

And, trooping on strong wing, His angels came 

To work His will, and kingdom to secure : 

No strength He needed save His "Father's name ; 

Babes were His heralds, ar.d His friends the poor. 



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FOE ST. JAMES'S DAY. 

Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll 
In waves of darkness o'er my soul, 
Though friends are false and love decays, 
And few and evil are my days, 
Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, 
Swells with remember'd guilt ray woes, 
Yet ev'n in nature's utmost ill, 
I love Thee, Lord ! I love Thee still 1 

Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, 
Peals o'er mine unprotected head. 
And memory points with busy pain, 
To grace and mercy given in vain, 
Till nature, shrinking in the strife. 
Would fly to hell to 'scape from life, 
Though every thought has power to kill, 
I lore Thee, Lord ! I love Thee still ! 

Oh, by the pangs Thyself hast borne, 

The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn ; 

By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom 

Was buried in Thy guiltless tomb : 

By these my pangs, whose healing smart 

Thy grace hath planted in my heart ; 

I know, I feel, Thy bounteous will ! 

Thou lovest me, Lord! Thou lovest me still! 



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MICHAELMAS DAY. 

Oh Captain of God's host, whose dreadful might 
Led forth to war the armed seraphim, 

And from the starry height, 

Subdued in. burning fight, 
Cast down that ancient dragon, dark and grim I 

Thine angels, Christ ! we, laud in solemn lays, 
Our elder brethren of the crystal sky. 

Who, 'mid Thy glory's blaze, 

The ceaseless anthem raise, 
And gird Thy throne in faithful ministry ! 

\\'<\ eelubrate their love, whose viewless wing 
}■] alii left for us so oft their mansion high, 

The mercies of their King 

To mortal saints to bring, 
Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy. 

But Thee, the First and Last, we glorify, 
Who when Thy world was sunk in death and sin, 

Not with Thine hierarchy. 

The armies of the sky, 
But didst with Thine own arm the battle win. 

Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore, 
Alone didst tread the wine-press, and alone, 

All glorious in thy gore, 

Didst light and life restore, 
To us who lay in darkness and undone ! 



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Therefore, with angels and archangels, we 
To Thy dear love our thankful chorus raise, 

And tune onr songs to Thee, 

Wlio art, and art to be, 
And endless as Thy mercies sound Thy praise ! 



IN TIMES OP DISTRESS AND DANGER. 

Oh God, that madest earth and sky, thedarkness and the day, 
Give ear to this Thy family, and help us when we pray ! 
For wide the waves of bitterness around our vessel roar, 
And heavy grows the pilot's heart to view the rocky shore ! 

The cross our Master bore for us,forIIim we fain would bear, 
But mortal strength to weabie= = I unn.fi iidcuurnge to despair! 
Then mercy on our failings, Lord ! our sinking faith renew ! 
And when Thy sorrows visit us, oh send thy patience too ! 



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FOR THE PROPAGATION OF THE GOSPEL. 

h'l'.on Greenland's iey mountains, 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

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From many an ancient river, 
From many a palmy plain, 

They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain! 

What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile : 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown, 
The heathen in his blindness 

Rows down to wood and stone ! 

Can we, whose souls are lighted 

With Wisdom from on high, 
Can we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny ? 
Salvation ! oh, Salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim. 
Till each remotest nation 

Has learn'd Messiah's name '. 

Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till like a sea of glory 

It spreads from pole to pole 1 
Till o'er our ransom'd nature. 

The Lamb for sinners slain. 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign ! 



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BEFORE THE SACKAMENT. 

Bread of the world in mercy broken, 
Wine of the soul in mercy shed [ 

By whom the words of life were spoken, 
And in whose death oar sins are dead I 

Look on the heart by sorrow broken, 
Look oil the tears by sinners shed, 

And be Thy feast to ns the token, 
That by Thy grace our souls are fed ! 



EVENING HYMN. 



God, that madest Earth and Heaven, 

Darkness and light ! 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

For rest the night ; 
May Thine Angel guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend ua, 

This livelong night ! 



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AT A FUNERAL. 

Beneath out feet and o'er our head 

Is equal warning given ; 
Beneath us lie tlie countless dead, 

Above us is the Heaven I 

Their names are graven on the stone, 
Their bones are in the clay ; 

And ere another day is gone, 
Ourselves may be as they. 

Death rides on every passing breeze, 

He lurks hi every flower : 
Each season has its own disease, 

Its peril every hour ! 

Our eyes have seen the rosy light 
Of youth's soft cheek decay. 

And Fate descend in sudden night 
On manhood's middle day. 

Our eyes have seen the steps of age 
Halt feebly towards the tomb, 

And yet shall earth our hearts engage, 
And dreams of days to come ? 

Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know ; 

Where'er thy foot can tread, 
The earth rings hollow from below. 

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Turn, Christian, turn ! thy soul apply 

To truths divinely given ; 
The bones that underneath thee lie 

Shall live for Hell or Heaven ! 



On most merciful ! 

Oh most bountiful ! 

God the Father Almighty ! 

By the Redeemer's 

Sweet intercession 

Hear us, help us when we ery I 



AT A FUNERAL. 



Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee, 
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb : 

Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal before thre, 
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom! 

Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, 
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; 

But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, 
And sinners may die, for the sinless has died ! 



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HYMNS. 91 

Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion forsaking, 
Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd long ; 

But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd on thy waking, 

And the sound which thou heardst was the Seraphim's song! 

Thou art gone to the grave ! hut we will not deplore thee. 
Whose Cod was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide : 

He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee ; 
And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died ! 



ON RECOVERY IT.OM SiCJiSESS. 

Oh Saviour of the faithful dead, 
With whom Thy servants dwell, 

Though cold and green the turf is spread 
Above their narrow cell, — 

No more we cling to mortal clay, 

We doubt and fear no more, 
Nor shrink to tread the darksome way 

Which Thou hast trod before ! 

'Twas hard from those I loved to go, 

Who knelt around my bed, 
Whose tears bedew'd my burning brow, 

Whose arms upheld my head ! 

As fading from my dizzy view, 
I sought their forms in vain, 

The bitterness of death I knew, 
And groan'd to live again. 



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'Twas dreadful when th' Accuser's power 

AssaiI'd my sinking heart, 
Eecounting every wasted hour, 

And each unworthy part ; 

But, Jesus ! in that mortal fray, 

Thy blessed comfort stole, 
Like sunshine in a stormy day, 

Across my darken' d soul ! 

When, soon or late, this feeble breath 

No more to Thee shall pray, 
Support me through the vale of death, 

And in the darksome way ! 

When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again 

I wait thy dread decree. 
Judge of the world I bethink Thee then 

That Thou hast died for me. 



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1'IlAOMRIfT OF A POEM 



THE WOULD BEFORE THE FLOOD. 



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THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. 

Theke came a spirit down at eventide 

To the city of Enoch, and the terraced height 

Of Jai-cd's palace. On his turret top 

There Jared sate, the king, with lifted face 

And eyes intent on Heaven, whose sober light 

Slept on his ample forehead, and the locks 

Of crisped silver, beautiful in age. 

And (but that pride had dimm'd, and lust of war, 

Those reverend features with a darker shade) 

Of saintly seeming, — yet no saintly mood, 

No heavenward musing fix'd that steadfast eye, 

God's enemy, and tyrant of mankind. 

To whom that demon herald, from the wing 

Alighting, spake: "Thus saith the prince of air, 

Whose star flames brightest in the van of night, 

Whom gods and heroes worship, all who sweep 

On sounding wing the arch of nether heaven. 

Or walk in mail the earth,— 'Thy prayers are heard. 

And the rich fragrance of thy sacrifice 



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Hath not been wafted on the winds in vain. 

Have I not seen thy child, that she is fair: 

Give me thine Ada, thy beloved one, 

And she shall be my queen; and from her womb 

Shall giants spring, to rule the seed of Cain, 

And sit on Jared's throne ! ' " Then Jared rose, 

And spread his hands before the Evil power. 

And lifted up his voice and laugh'd for joy. 

" Say to my Lord, Thus saith the king of men,— 

Thouart my god, — thy servant 1. my child 

la as thine handmaid! — Nay, abide awhile, 

To taste the banquet of an earthly hall, 

And leave behind thy blessing ! " But, in mist, 

And hie a vision from a waken'd man, 

The cloudy messenger dissolved away, 

There melting where the moonbeam brightest fell. 

Then Jared turn'd, and from the turret top 

Call'd on his daughter — " Haste, my beautiful I 

Mane Ada, my beloved! bind with flowers 

Thy coal-black hair, and heap the sieved pile 

With freshest odours, and provoke the dance 

With harp and gilded organ, for this night 

We have found favour in immortal eyes, 

And the great gods have bless'd ns." Thus lie spake. 

Nor spake unheeded ; in the ample hall 

His daughter heard, where, by the cedar fire, 

Amidst her maidens, o'er the ivory loom 

She pass'd the threads of gold. They hush'd the son; 

Which, wafted on the fragrant breeze of night, 

Swept o'er the city like the ringdove's call; 



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:;ir; would deeobe the flood. 

And forth witli ah her damsels Ada came, 
As mid the stars the silver mantled moon. 
In stature thus and form pre-eminent, 
Fairest of mortal maids. Her father saw 

That perfect romc.i:ii>ss, ami his proud heart 

In purer bliss expanded. Long he gazed, 

Nor wonder deem'd that such should win the love 

Of Genius or of Angel ; such the check 

(.J lossy ivit.1i purple vou7.li, suck ike large eve, 

Whose broad black mirror, through its silken fringe, 

Glisten'd with softer brightness, as a star 

That nightly twinkles o'er a mountain well ; 

Such the long locks, whose raven mantle fell 

Athwart her ivory shoulders, and o'erspvend 

Down to the heel her raiment's filmy fold. 

She, beiiilirg firs', in meekness, rose to meet 

Her sire's embrace, than him alone less tall, 

Whom, since primeval Cain, the sons of men 

fieheld unrivalTd : then, with rosy smile, 

■'What seeks," she said, '■ my father? Whyremain 

On thy lone tower, when from the odorous hearth 

The sparkles rise within, and Ada's hand 

Jliitk ikek'd thy banquet? " But the king replied,— 

"0 fairest, happiest, best of inorbil niaifls. 

My prayer is heard, and from yon western star 

Its lord hath look'd upon thee : as I sate 

Watching the Heavens, a Heavenly spirit came 

From him whom chiefest of the host of Heaven 

Our fathers honour'd, — whom we nighilv serve 

^Since first Jehovah scorn'd such sacrifice) 



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90 THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. 

With frankincense and flowers and oil and corn. 

Our bloodless offering ; him whose secret strength 

Hath girded us to war, and given the world 

To bow beneath our sceptre. He. hath seen 

My child, that she is fair, and from her womb 

Shall giants spring, to rule the seed of Cain, 

And sit on Jared's throne. What, silent I nay, 

Kneel not to me ; in loud thanksgiving kneel 

To him whose choice — Now by the glorious stars 

She weeps, she turns away ! Unhappy child ! 

And lingers yet thy mother's boding lore 

So deeply in thy soul ? Curse on the hour 

That ever Jared bore a bride away 

From western Eden ! Have I train'd thy youth 

Untouch'd by mortal love, by mortal eyes 

Seen and adored faT oif, and in the shrine 

Of solemn majesty reserved, a flower 

Of guarded paradise, whom men should praise, 

But angels only gather ? Have I toil'd 

To swell thy greatness, till our brazen chain 

Prom furthest Ararat to ocean's stream 

Hath bound the nations ? And when all my vows 

At length are crown' d, and Heaven with earth conspires 

To yield thee worship, dost thou then rebel, 

And hate thy happiness ? Bethink thee, maid. 

Ere yet thine answer, not to be recall'd, 

Hath pass'd those ivory gates — bethink thee well. 

Who shall recount llu: bif-?s-;i^a which our gods 

Have richly lavish'd on the seed of Cain ? 

And who, if stung by thine ingratitude. 



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THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. VVt 

Can meet their vengeance ? " Then the maiden rose, 

And foklinjr on her bivjist her ivory arms, 

" Father," she said, " thou deem'st thy warrior gods 

Art; mijihty, -One above is mightier : 

Name Him, they tremble. Kind thou calTst them ; 

Lavish of blessings. Is that blessedness 

To sin with them ? to hold a hideous rule, 

Water'd with widows' tears and blood of men, 

O'er those who curse our name ? Thy bands went forth 

And brought back captives from the palmy side 

Of far Euphrates. One thou gavest me, 

A woman for mine handmaid : I have beard 

Her mournful songs as, in the strangers' land 

She wept and plied the loom. I questioned her : 

Oh, what a tale she told ! And are they good,— 

The god whose work these are ! They are not good,— 

And, if not good, not gods. But there is One, 

I know, I feel, a good, a Holy One, 

The God who fills my heart, when, with glad tears, 

I think upon my mother ; when I strive 

To be like her, like her to soothe thy cares 

With perfect tenderness. father, king, 

Most honour' d, most beloved, than Him alone 

"Who gives us all less worshipp'd ! at thy feet 

I lowly cast me down ; I clasp thy knees, 

And in her name who most of womankind 

Thy soul hath bless'd, by whose bed of death 

In short-lived penitence thy sorrow vow'd 

To serve her God alone, — forgive me now 

If I resemble her ! " But in fierce wrath 



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100 THE WOULD BEFORE THE FLOOD. 

The king replied,—" And know'st thou not, weak girl, 

Thy God hath eaatus off? hath scom'd of old 

Our father's offering, driven us from His faee, 

And mark'd us for destruction ? Can % prayer 

Pierce through the curse of Cain— thy duty please 

That terrible One, whose angels are not free 

From sin before Him ? " Then the maiden spake : 

" Alas ! I know mine own unworthiness, 

Our hapless race I know. Yet God is good; 

Yet is He merciful j the aire of Cain 

Forgiveness found, and Cain himself, though steep'd 

In brother's blood, had found it, if his pride 

Had not disdain'd the needful sacrifice, 

And turned to other masters. One shall be, 

In after times, my mother wont to tell, 

Whose blood shall help the guilty. When my soul 

Is sick to death, this comfort lingers here. 

This hope survives within me ; for His sake, 

Whose name I know not, God will hear my prayer, 

And though He slay me, I will trust in Him." 

Here Ada ceased, for from her father's eye 

The fire flash'd fast, and on his curling lip 

The white foam trembled. " Gone," he cried, " all gone ! 

My heart's desire, the labour of my youth, 

Mine age's solace gone I Degenerate tliiid, 

Enemy of our gods, chief enemy 

To thine own glory I What forbids my foot 

To spurn thy life out, or this dreadful hand 

To cast thee from the tower a sacrifice 

To those whom thou hast scom'd ? Accursed be thou 



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TEE W0I1I.Q BEFORE THE FLOOD. 1' 

Of Him thou seck'st in vain ! accursed He, 

Whose hated worship h:uh enticed thy fret 

From the bright altars of the host of Heaven I 

I curse him— mark me well — I curse Him, Ada ! 

And, lo ! He smiteth not ! " But Ada boiv'd 

Her head to earth, and Liu he 1 .' face, and wept 

In agony of prayer. "Tea," cried the Ling, 

" Yea, let Him smite me now, for what hath life 

Left worth, the keeping ? Yet, I thank the stars, 

Vengeance may yet be mine ! Look up and hear 

Thy monarch, not thy father 1 Till this hour 

I have spared thy mother's people ; they have pray'd 

And hymn'd, and Imve Mii-pln :nod the prince of air; 

And, as thon saidest, they have cursed my reign ; 

And I have spared them 1 But no longer— no 1 

Thyself hast lit the fire, nor Lucifer 

Shall longer tax my sword for tardy zeal, 

And thou shalt live to see it ! " From his path 

He spurn'd his prostrate eluid, mid groaning, wrapt 

Tin; in;ri!.k round his face, and pnssM av.ay 

Unheard of her whom, streteh'd in seeming death, 

Her maidens tended. Oh, that, in this hour 

Her soul had fled indeed, nor waked a^ain, 

To keener suffering ! Yet shall man refuse 

The bitter cup whose dregs are blessedness ? 

Or shall we hate the friendly hand which guides 

To nobler triumph through severer woe P 

Thus Ada murmur'd, thus within her spake 

(In answer to such impious muraiurings) 

A spirit not her own. Streteh'd on her couch 



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102 THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. 

She silent lay. The maidens had retired 

Observant of her rest. Her nurse alone. 

Shaking and mattering with a parent's fear, 

Knelt by her side, and watch'd her painful breath, 

And the wild horror of her fixed eye, 

A.nd long'd to hear her voice. " Peninnali ! thou ! 

My mother, is it thou? " the princess cried ; 

And that old woman kiss'd her feet and wept 

In rapturous fondness. " Oh my child ! my child ! 

The blessing of thy mother's mighty God 

Rest on thine innocent head, and 'quite thy love 

For those kind accents. All, my lovely one, 

All may be well. Thy father doats on thee ; 

And, when his wrath is spent, his love, be sure, 

Will grant thee all thy will. Oh lamps of Heaven ! 

Can ye behold her thus nor pity her I 

Is this your love, ye gods! " — "Name not the gods," 

The princess cried, " the wretched gods of Cain ; 

My mother's God be mine ; they are no gods 

Whose fleshly fancy dotes on mortal clav, 

Whose love is ruin 1 Tinniest thou this night 

I have first withstood their tempting ? first have proved 

Their utter weakness? " — " Have the angels, then, 

Visited thee of old ? " the nurse inquired, 

" Or hath thy father told thee of their love 

And thou hast kept it from me ? " As she spake 

A bright and bitter glance of lofty scorn 

Shot from the virgin's eyes. A mantling blush 

Of hallow' d courage darken'd on her cheek ; 

She waved her arm as one whose kingly state 



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THE WOBLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. 103 

Repels intrusion from his privacy, 
And answer'd, with a calin but painful smile : 
" They are beside us now ! Nay quake not thus, 
I fear them not i yet they are terrible — 

Tint tlic-v are past, resist thi:m and tnev t',t;c, 

And iUl .is peace again : yd have. I smaii'd 

llciieath such visitation, till ray faith 

In Him I serve hath almost pass'd away." 

With that she rose, and wrapt in silent thought, 

Gazed through the portal long,— then paced awhile 

The marble pavement, now from side to side 

Tossing her restless arms, now clasping close 

Her hands in supplication, lifting now 

Her eloquent eyes to Heaven,— then sought again 

Her lowly couch, and, by the nurse's side, 

Resumed the wondrous tale. " Oh friend," she cried, 

" And only mother now, yon silver moon 

Has twenty times renew'd her course in Heaven, 

Since, as my bosom o'er its girlish zone 

With painful tightness rose, I bade thee change 

Th' imprisoning cincture. Canst thou, yet recall 

Thy playful words of praise, — thy prophecies 

Of one to loose ere long that golden clasp, 

A royal bridegroom ? Strange to me, thy words 

Sunk in my soul, and busy fancy strove 

To picture forth that unknown visitant, 

His form and bearing. Musing thus, and lost 

In troubled contemplation, o'er my soul 

A heavy slumber fell : I sank not down ; 

I saw, I heard, I moved ; the spell was laid 



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104 THE WOULD BEFOBE THE FLOOD. 

Within me, and from forth my secret heart 
A stranger's accents came : * Oli ! blessed maid ! 
Most beautiful, most honour'd ! not for thee 
Be mortal marriage, nor the feeble love 
Of those whose beauty is a mortal dream, 
Whoso age a shadow. What is man, whose day, 
In the poor circuit of a thousand years, 
Reverts again to dust? Thee, maiden ! thee 
The gods have seen : the never-dyim;- stfirs 
Gaze on thy loveliness, and thou slmk rci^n 
A new Astarte. Bind thy flowing hair, 
Brace on thy sandals, suck ihc invri.li; jirove 
West of the city, and the cavern well, 
Whose dear black waters from their sdent spring 
Ripple with ceaseless stir : thy lover there 
Waits thee in secret, and thy soul shall learn 
The raptures of a god ! But cast away 
That |H;(:vish bauble which thy mother gave, 
Her hated talisman.' That word recall'd 
My straggling senses, and her dymji pniye.- 
Pass'd through my soul like fire ; the tempter fell 
Abash 'd before it, and a living voice 
Of most true consolation o'er me came, 
' Nor love nor fear them, Ada ; love not them 
Who hate thy mother's memory ; fear not them 
Who fear thy mother's God ; for this she gave, 
Prophetic of this hour, tliat graven gold, 
Which bears the title of the Eternal One, 
And binds thee to His service : guard it well. 
And guard the faith it teaches ; safer SO 



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THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. IOi 

Than girt around by brazen walla, and gates 

Of seven-fold cedar.' Since that hour, my heart 

Hath kept its covenant, nor shrunk beneath 

The spirits of evil; yet, not so repell'd, 

They watch me in my walks, spy out my ways, 

And still with nightly whispers vex my soul, 

To seek the myrtle thicket. Bolder now, 

They speak of duty — of a father's will, 

ISovr first unkind — a father's kingly power, 

Tremendous when opposed. My God, they say, 

Bids me revere my parent : will He guard 

A rebel daughter? Wiser to comply, 

Ere force compels me to my happiness, 

And to my lover yield that .sacrinco 

Which else my foe may seize. Oh God ! great God I 

Of whom I am, and whom I serve alone, 

Be Thou my strength in weakness — Thou my guide, 

And save me from this hour ! " Thus, as she spake, 

With naked feet and sdent, in the cloud 

Of a long mantle wrapt, as one who shuns 

The busy eyes ;.n<! 'uaVnlmg i.iingues of men, 

A warrior enter'd ; o'er his helm 

The casque was drawn * * * 



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TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAE.. 



THE FIRST OLYMPIC ODE. 



Can earth, or fire, or liquid air, 
With water's sacred stream compare ? 
Can aught that wealthy tyrants hold 
Surpass the lordly blaze of gold ?- 
Or lives there one, whose restless eye 
Would seek ;doiiL>' the empty sky, 
Beneath the sun's meridian ray, 
A. warmer star, a purer day?— 
thou, my sou], whose choral song 
Would tell of contests sharp and strong, 
Extol not other lists above 
The circus of Olympian Jove ; 
Whence, borne on many a tuneful tongue, 
To Saturn's seed the anthem sung, 
With harp, and flute, and trumpet's caB, 
Hath sped to Hiero's festival. — 



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THAK8IATI0SS 



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Over sheep-clad Sicily 
Who the righteous sceptre beareth, 

Every flower of Virtue's tree 

Wove in various wreath he weareth.— 

But the bud of Poesy 

Is the fairest flower of all ; 

Which the bards, with social glee, 
Strew round Hiero's wealthy hall.— 

The harp on yonder pin suspended, 

Seize it, boy, for Pisa's sake ; 

And that good steed's, whose thought will wake 
A joy with anxious fondness blended;-— 
No sounding lash his sleek side rended : — 

By Alpheus' brink, with feet of flame, 
Self-driven to the goal he tended : 

And earn'd the olive wreath of fame 

For that dear lord, whose righteous name 
The sons of Syracusa tell :— 
Who loves the generous courser well : 
Belov'd himself by all who dwell 
In Pelops' Lydian colony.- — 
— Of earth-embracing ISeptune, he 
The darling, when, in days of yore, 
All lovely from the cauldron red 
By Clotho's spell delivered, 
The youth an ivory shoulder bore. — 

— Well ! — these are tales of mystery I — 

ftnd many a darkly-woven lie 

With men will easy credence gain ; 

While truth, calm truth, may speak in vain : — 



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TRANSLATIONS OF MNDAR, 

Pot eloquence, whose honey'd sway 
Our frailer mortal wits obey, 
Can honour give to actions ill, 

A'ul faith to deeds incredible; — 
And bitter blame, and praises liijih, 
Pall truest from posterity 

But, if we dare the deeds rehearse 

Of those that aye endure, 
'Twerc meet that in such dangerous verse 

Our every word were pure. — 
Then, son of Tantalus, receive 
A. plain unvarnish'd lay ! — 
My song shall elder fables leave, 
And of thy parent say, 
That, when in heaven a favour'd guest, 
He call'd the gods in turn to feast 
On Sipylus, his mountain home ; 
The sovereign of the ocean foam, 
— Can mortal form such favour prove ?— 
Eapt thee on golden car above 
To highest house of mighty Jove ; 

To which, in after day, 
Came golden-haired Ganymede, 
As bards in ancient story read, 

The dark-wing'd eagle's prey.— 

And when no earthly tongue could tell 
The fate of thee, invisible ;— 
Nor friends, who sought thee wide in vain, 
To soothe the weeping mother's pain, 



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TlE/iNST.ATIOXS OF PINDAR, 

Could bring thy wanderer home again ; 

Some envious neighbour's spleen, 
In distant hints, and darkly, said, 
That in the cauldron h E f= ~ Ln a; ri.-d, 
And on the gods' great table spread, 

Thy mangled limbs were seen. — 

Eut who shall tax, I dare not, I, 
The blessed ;voda with gluttony P — 
Pull oft the slanderous tongue has felt 
By their high wrath the thunder dealt ;— 
And sure, if ever mortal head 
ILeiivm's holy watchers honoured, 

That head was Lydia's lord.— 
Yet, could not mortal heart digest 
The wonders of that heavenly feast ; 
Elate with pride, a thought unblest 

Above his nature soar'd. — 
And now eondemn'd to endless dread, — 
(Such is the righteous doom of fate,) 
He eyes, above his guilty head, 
The shadowy rock's impending weight: — 
The fourth, with that tormented three 
In horrible society! — 

For that, in frantic theft, 
The nectar cup he reft, 
And to his mortal peers in feasting pour'ej. 
For whom a sin it were 
With mortal life to share 



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I1U TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 

The mystic dainties of th' immortal board : 

And who by policy 

Can hope to 'scape the eye 
Of him who sits above by men and gods adored ?■ 

For such offence a doom severe, 
Sent down the son to sojourn here 
Among the fleeting race af man ; — 
Who, when the early down began 
To clothe bis cheek in darker shade, 
To car-borne Pisa's royal maid 
A lover's tender service paid.— 
But, in the darkness first he stood 
Alone, by ocean's hoaTy flood. 
And raised to him the suppliant cry, 
The hoarse earth-shaking deity. — 

Nor call'd in vain, through cloud and storm 
H;il!'-.-vi:-<jn, a huge and shadowy form, 

The god of waters came.— 
He came, whom thus the youth addrcssM 
"Oh, thou, if that immortal breast 

Have felt a lover's flame, 
A lover's prayer in pity hear, 
Eepel the tyrant's brazen spear 

That guards my lovely dame ! — 
And grant a ear whose rolling speed 
May help a lover at his need ; 
Condemn' d by Pisa's hand to bleed, 
Unless I wiu the envied meed 

In Elis' field of fame ! — 



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THANSLATIONS OF PINDAB. 

For youthful knights thirteen 
By him have siaughter'd heen, 

H'.i (lauir:]'.ir ■.cxii: i ; ivt.Ii pm'erse delay — 

Such to a coward'; eve 

Were evil augury ; — 
Nor durst a coward's heart the strife nsiiv i 

Yet, since alike to all 

The doom of death must fall, 
Ah ! wherefore, sitting in unseemly shade, 

Wear out a nameless lid:, 

Bemote from noble strife, 
And all the sweet applause to valour paid?— 
Yes ! — I will dare the course ! but, thou, 
Immortal friend, my prayer allow 1 " — 

Thus not in vain, his grief he told,- — 

The ruler of the watery space 
Bestow'd a wondrous car of gold, 

And iircless siceds of winged pace. — 
So, victor in the deathful race, 

He tamed the strength of Pisa's king, 
And, from his bride of beauteous face, 

"Beheld a stock of warriors spring, 

Sis valiant sons, as legends sing. — 
And now, with fame and virtue crown'd, 

Where Alpheus' stream, in wat'ry ring, 
Encircles half his turfy mound, 
He sleeps beneath the piled ground, 

Near that blest spot where strangers movt 
In many a long procession round 

The altar of protecting Jove — 



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112 IUANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 

Yet chief, in yonder lists of fame, 
Survives the noble Pelops' name ; 
Where strength of hands and nimble feet 
In stern and dubious contest meet ; 
And high renown and honey'd praise, 
And following length of honour'd days, 
The victor's weary toU repays. — 

But what are past or future joys ?— 
The present is our own ; — 

And he is wise who best emploj's 
The passing hour alone. — 

To crown with knightly wreath the king 
(A grateful task) be mine ; — 

And on the smonlh .Eolirin •.'■■:\iv> 
To praise his ancient line ! — 

For ne'er shall wand 'ring minstrel find 

A chief so just, — a friend so kind ; 

With every grace of fortune blest ; 

The mightiest, wisest, bravest, best !— 
God, who l)!:lio!i.ii : i:i I'lrc and ali tliv deeds. 
Have thee in charsc, kins Hiero ! — so asain 
The bard may sing thy horn-hoofed steeds 
In frequent triumph oYr the Olympian plain! — 
Nor shall the hard awake a lowly strain, 
His wild notes flinging o'er the Cronian steep ; 
Whose ready muse, and not invoked in vain. 
For such high mark her strongest shaft shall keep- 
Each hath his proper eminence ! 
To kings indulgent Providence 



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iRANSLAnONS OF I'l.NDAR. 

(No farther search the will of Heaven) 
The glories of the earth hath given.— 
Still may'st thou reign ! enough for me 
To dwell with heroes like to thee. 
Myself the chief of Grecian minstrelsy.— 



song ! whose voice the harp obeys. 
Accordant aye with answering siring ; 
What god, what hero wilt thou praise. 
What man of godlike prowess sing ? — 
Lo! Jove himself ia Pisa's king; 
And Jove's strong son the first to raise 
The harriers of the Olympic ring. — 
And now, victorious on the wing 
Of sounding wheels, our baTds proclaim 
The stranger Theron's honour'd name, 
The flower of no ignoble race, 
And prep of miciinU Aisragns ! ■- 

His patient sires, for many a year. 
Where that blue river rolls its Jlood, 
'Mid n-.iitli'-ss win- and civil b'ood 

Essay'd their sacred home to rear.— 
Till time assign' d, in fatal hour, 
Their native virtues, wealth and power; 



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i TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 

And made them, from their low degree, 
The eye of warlike Sicily. 
And may that power, of ancient birth, 
Prom Saturn sprung, and parent Earth, 

Of tall Olympus' lord, 
Mlio sees with still betyig-yiai't eye 
The games' long splendour sweeping by 

His Alpheus' holy ford : — 
Appeased with anthems chanted high, 
To Theron's late posterity 

A happier doom accord ! — 
Or good or ill, the past is gone, 
Nor time himself', the parent one, 
Can make the former deeds undone ; — 

But who would these reeal, — 
When happier days, would fain ctliier 
The memory of each past disgrace. 
And, from the gods, on Theron's race 

TJnliounded blessings fall ! 

Example meet for such a song, 
The sister queens of Lains' blond : 

Who sorrow's edge evidnmi long, 
Made keener hy remember'd good 1 — 
Yet now, she breathes the air of Heaven 
(On earth by smouldering thunder riven) 

Long-haired Semele : — 

To Pallas dear is she ; — ■ 
Dear to the sire of gods, and dear 
To him, her son, in dreadful glee, 
Who shakes the ivy-wreathed spear. — 



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THASBLATIOSS OF PINDAR. 

And thus, they tell tliat deep below 
The. sounding ocean's ebb and flow, 
Amid the daughters of the sea, 
A sister nymph must Ino be, 
And dwell in bliss eternally : — 

liut. Jirnoraut and blind, 
\\> little knoiv the eoinirisr Lour ! 
Or if the latter day shall lower ; 
Or if to nature's kindly power 

Our life in peace resign'd, 
Shall sink like fall of summer eve, 
And on the fact: of darkness leave 

A ruddy smile behind. — 
h'or iiricf and joy uilh lill'ul ^;alo 
Our crazy bark by turns assail, 

And, whence our blessings flow. 
That same tiviiicmlous Providuiicc 
Will oft a varying doom disp^iSL'. 

And lay the mighty low. — 

To Theban Laius that befel, 

Whose son, with murder dyed, 
FulfiU'd the former oracle. 

Unconscious parricide ! 
Uueonsirious ! — yel avenging hell 
Pursued Hie offender' 3 stealthy pare, 
And heavy, sure, and hard ii fell, 
The curse of blood, on all his race ! 

^[iiirc-d I'roji: ll'tdr kii.tlnd si. rife. 

The young Thcrsander's life, 



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6 TRANSLATIONS OP PINDAB. 

Stem Polynicc's lieir, was left alone : 

In every lrmrliiil. {Tiituc. 

And in the field of Fame, 
For early force and matchless prowess known : 

Was left, the pride and prop to be 

Of good Adrastus' pedigree. 

And hence, through loins of ancieii: kings, 

The warrior blood of Theron springs : 

Iv^llCil iiarjii-: ! to u hoin belong 
The minstrel's harp, the poet's song, 

In fair Olympic erown'd; 
And where, 'mid Pythia's olives blue, 
An equal lot his brother drew ; 
And where his twice-twain coursers flew 

The isthmus twelve times round. — 
Such honour, earn'd by toil and care, 
May best, his ancient wrongs repair, 

Ami wealth, unstain'd by pride, 
May laugh at fortune's fickle power, 
And blameless in the tempting hoar 

Of syren ease abide : — 
I. oil by that stat' of heavenly ray. 
Which best may keep our darkling way 

O'er life's unsteady tide ! 

For, whoso holds in righteousness the throne, 

He in his heart hath known 
How the foul spirits of the guilty dead, 

In chambers dark and dread. 
Of nether earth abide, and penal flame : 

Where he whom none may name, 



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TRANSLATIONS OF PISDAS. 

Lays bare tint sou) by stern necessity ; 
Seated in judgment high ; 

The minister of God whose arm is there, 

In heaven alike and hell, almighty everywhere 1 — 
But, ever bright, by (lay, by night. 
Exulting in excess of light ; 
From labour free and long distress, 
The good enjoy their happiness.— 
No more the stubborn soil they cleave, 
Nor stem for scanty food the wave ; 

Biit. with tin' v OEir-rubli:: gmid they dwell: — 
No tear bedims their thankful eye, 
M"r mars their iong tranquility ; 

While those accursed howl in pangs unspeakable.— 

But, who the thrice-renew'd probation 

Of either world may well endure ; 
And keep with righteous destination 
The soul from ail transgression pure ; 
To inch and such alone is given, 
To walk the rainbow paths of heaven, 
To thai tall city of almighty limn, 
Where Oeean's baia;y breezes play, 
And, Hushing to the western day. 
The gorgeous blossoms of such blessed clime, 
Now in the happy isles arc seen 
Sparkling through the groves of green ; 
And now, all. glorious to beholil. 
Tinge the wave with floating gold.— - 



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118 TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 

Hcwce are their garlands woven— hence their hands 
FiU'd with triumphal boughs ; — the righteous doom 
Of Rhadamanthus, whom, o'er these his lands, 
A blameless judge in every time to come, 
Chronos, old Clrronos, sire of gods, hath plaoed ; 

Who with his consort dear, 

Dread Rhea, reigneth here 
On cloudy throne, with deathless honour graced. — 

And still they say, in high communion, 
Pelcus and Cadmus here abide ; 
And, with the blest in blessed union, 
(Nov Jove has Thetis' prayer denied,) 
The daughter of the ancient sea 
Hath brought her warrior boy to be ; 
Him whose stem avcnjiijip; blow 
Laid the prop of Ilium low, 
Hector, tram'rf to sla'.iirlitir fell. 
By all but him invincible ; — 
And sea-born Cycnus tamed; and slew 
Aurora's knight of Etbiop hue, — 

Beneath my rattling belt I wear 
A sheaf of arrows keen ami clear, 
Of vocal shafts, that wildly fly, 
Nor hen the base their import bit:!]. 

Yet to the wise they breathe no vulgar melody. 

Yes, he is wise whom nature's dower 
Ilnth raised above the crowd. — 

But, train'd in study's formal hour, 



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TllANS.l.ATTOS'S OF PINDAR. 

There are who hate the minstrel's power, 
As daws who marl the eaglt: lower, 

And croak in envy loud ! — 
3o let them rail ! but thou ! my heart, 
Jtest on the bow thy leveu'd dart; 

Nor seek a worthier aim 
For arrow sent on friendship's wing, 
Than him the Agragantinc king 

Who best thy song may claim. — 
For, by eternal truth I swear, 
His parent town shall seantly bear 
A soul to every friend so dear. 

A breast so void of blame ; 
Though twenty lustres rolling round, 
With rising youth her nation crown'd, 
In heart, in hand, should none be found 

Jjkfi Tlieron's honour' d name.— 
Yes ! we have heard the factious he ! — 
But let the babbling vulgar try 
To blot his worth with tyranny. — 

Seek thou the ocean strand ! — 
And when thy soul would fain record 
The bounteous deeds of yonder lord, 
Go — reckon up the sand 1 — 



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TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 



May my solemn strain ascending 
PlciLSK the long-hair' (1 Helen well, 
And those brave twins of Leda'a shell 
The stranger's holy cause defending !— 
With whose high name the chorus blending 
To ancient Agragaa shall rise, 
And Theron for the chariot prize 
Again, and not in vain, contending. — 
The muse, in numbers bold and high, 
Hath taught my Dorian note to fly, 
Worthy of silent awe, a strange sweet harmony.— 

Yes 1 — as I fix mine eager view 
On yonder wreath of paly blue, 
That olive wreath, whose shady round 
Amid the courser's mane is bound ; 
I feel again the sacred glow 
That bids my strain of rapture flow, 
With shrilly breath of Spartan flute, 
The many- voiced harp to suit ; 
And wildly fling my numbers sweet, 
Again mine ancient friend to greet. — 



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TRANSLATIONS OF TIN DAB. 

Nor, !''>.;, then ( leave niisuug ; 

To men the parent of renown. 

Amid whose shady ringlets strung, 

Etolia binds her olive crown ; 

Whose sapling root from Scythian down 

And Ister's fount Alcides bare, 

To deck his parent's hallow'd town ; 

With placid brow and suppliant prayer 

Soothing the favour 'd northern seed, 

Whose horny-hoofed victims bleed, 

To Phoebus of the flowing hair. 

A boon from these the Hero pray'd : 
Due M-i-oft of that delightful tree ; 
To Jove's high hill a welcome shade, 
To men a blessed fruit to be, 
And crown of future victory.— 
For that fair moon, whose slender light 
Willi ineilieieut horn liad slio.'ic, 
When late on Pisa's airy height 
If c rear'd to Jove the altar stone ; 
Now, through the dappled air, alone, 
In perfect ring of glory bright, 
Guided her golden- wheeled throne ; 
The broad and burning eye of night.-— 
And now the days were told aright, 
When Alpheus, from his sandy source. 
Should judge the champion's eager might, 
And mark of wheels the rolling force. — 
Nor yet a trot: Lo cheer the sight 



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The Cronian vale of Pelops bore !— 

Obnoxious to the noonday weight 

Of summer suns, a naked shore. — 

But she who sways the silent sky, 

Latona's own equestrian maid 

Beheld how far Alcides stray'd, 

Bound on adventure strange aud high ; 

Forth from the glens of Arcady 

To Istrian rocks in ice array' d 

He urged the interminable race, 

(Such penance had Eurystheus laid,) 

The golden-horned hind to chase, 

Which, grateful for Diana's aid, 

By her redeem 'd from foul embrace, 

Old Atlas' daughter hallowed. — 

Thus, following where the quarry fled. 

Beyond the biting north he pass'd, 

Beyond the regions of the blast. 

And, all unknown to traveller's tread. 

He saw the blessed land at last. — 

He stopp'd, he gazed with new delight 

When that strange verdure met his sight ; 

And soft desire inflamed his soul 

(Where twelve-times round the chariots roll) 

To plant with such the Pisan goal. 

But now, unseen to morui.l eyes, 
He comes to Theron's sacrifice ; 
And with him brings to banquet there 
High-bosom'd Leda's knightly pair.— 



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TEAHSLATIOSa OF PINDAR. 1-s: 

Himself to high Olympus bound, 

To these a latest charge he gave, 

A solemn annual feast to found, 

And of contending heroes round 

To deck the strong, the swift, the brave. — 

Nor doubt I that on Theron's head, 

And on the good Eumeuides, 

The sons of Jove their blessing shed; 

Whom still, with bounteous tables spread, 

That holy tribe delight to please ; 

Observing with religious dread 

The hospitable god's decrees. 

But, wide as water passeth earthy clay, 

Or su:i-hvighl gold inmsm-.dcUi baser ore: 

Wide as from Greece to that remotest shore 

Whose rock-built pillars own Alcides' sway ; 

Thy fame hath pass'd thine equals 1— To explore 

The further ocean all in vain essay, 

Or fools or wise ;— here from thy perilous way 

Cast anchor here, my bark! I dare no more!— 



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On, urging on the tireless speed 

Of thunder's elemental steed, 

Lord of the world, Almighty Jove ! 

Since these thine hours have sent me forth 

The witness of thy champion's worth, 

And prophet of thine olive grove; 

And since the good thy poet hear, 

And hold his tuneful message dear ; 

Saturnian Lord of Etna hiU !— 
Whose storm-cemented rocks encage 
The hundred-headed rebel's rage ; 
Accept with favourable will 
The Muses' gift of harmony : 
The dance, the song, whose numbers high 
Forbid the hero's name to die, 
A crown of life abiding still !— 

Hark ! round the ear of victory, 
Where noble Psaumis sits on high, 

The cheering notes resound ; 
Who vows to swell with added fame 
His Camarina's ancient name ; 

With Pisan olive crown'd.— 



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TKAN9LATI0XS OP PINDAR. 

And thou, oh father, hear his prayer !— 
For much T praise the knightly car*: 

That trains the warrior steed : 
Nor less the hospitable hull 
Whose open doors the stranger call ; 
Yet, praise .1 Psaiimis most, of M 

For wise and peaceful rede, 
And patriot love of liberty.— 
— What? — do we weave the glozing lie? — 
Then whoso list my truth to try, 

The proof be in the deed I— 

To Lemnos' laughing dames of yore, 

Such was the proof Ernicus bore, 
When, matchless in his speed, 

All bra/.eii-arm'd the racer hoar, 
Victorious on tin- nppluudinp 1 shore, 

S|h;lii^ to the pvotfeT'd meed; — 
BowM to tin; Queen his wreat.licr] bead ; — 
■■' Thou first ray limbs are buhl." lie said ; 

" And, lady, mayst thou know, 
That every joint is firmly strung, 
And hand and heart alike are young ; 
Though treacherous time my locks among 

Have strew'd a summer snow!" — 



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Accept of these Olympian, jrames the crown, 

Daughter of Ocean, rushy Camarine ! — 

The flower of knightly worth and high renown, 

Which car-borne Psaumis on thy parent, shrine, 

(Psaumis, the patriot, whom thy peopled ioivn 

Its second author owns,) with rite divine 

Suspends I — His praise the twice six altars tell 

Of the great gods whom he hath feasted well 

With blood of bull ; the praise of victory, 

Where cars and males and steeds contest the prize ; 

And that green garland of renown to thee 

He hallows, virgin daughter of the sea i 

And to his sire and household deities. — 

Thee, too, returning hemic from J'tlops' land. 

Thee, guardian Pallas, and thy holy wood, 

He hails with song; and cool Oanus' flood; 

And of his native pool the rushy strand ; 

And thy broad bed, refreshing Hipparis, 

Whose silent waves the peopled city kiss ; 

That city which huh blest his bounteous hand 



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TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 

Bearing heT goodly bowers on high. — 
That now, redeem' d from late disgrace, 
The wealthy mother of a countless race, 
She lifts her front in shining majesty. — 

'Tis ever thus ! by toil, and pain, 
And cumbrous cost, we strive to gain 

In darkness and futurity. 
And yet, if conquest crown our aim, 
Then foremost in the rolls of fame, 
Even from the envious herd a forced applause 

eland-enthroned, protecting Jove, 
"Who sits J :he Crenian elii:'; allow, 
And A.lpheus' ample wave, 

And that dart gloom bast deign'd to love 

Of Ida's holy cave ! 
On softest Lydian notes to thee 

1 tune the choral prayer. 

That tliis thy town, the brave, the free, 
The strong in virtuous energy, 
May feel thine endless care. 

And, victor, thou, whose matchless might 
The Pisan wreath hath bound ; 

Still, Psuvjmis, be thy chief deliuht 
In geuerous coursers found. — 

Calm be thy latter age, and late 
And petitly fell the stroke of fate, 
Thy children standing round ! 



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TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 

And know, when favouring gods have g 
A green old age, a temper even, 
And wealth and fame in store, 
The task were vain to scale the heaven ; 
— Have those honor la Is more? — 



Who seeks a goodly bower to raise, 

(■OTispiraous to the stranger's eye, 

With gold the lintel overlays, 

And clothes the porch in ivovy, 
Si: brigh;. so hold, so wonderful. 
The choicest themes of verse I cull, 

To each high song ;i fnmtn! high ! — 
But lives there one. whose brows around 
The green Olympian wreath is bound ; 
Prophet and. priest, in those abodes, 
Where Pisans laud the sire of gods ; 
Ami Syracusa's denizen? — 
Who, 'mid the sous of mortal men, 
While envy's self before Ids name 
Abates her rag.:, may iit'ler r'.ium 
Whate'er a bard may yield of fame ? — 
For sure, to no forbidden strife, 
In hallow'd Pisa's field of praise, 



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TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 

tie came, the priest of blameless life ! — 
Nor who in peace hath pass'd his days, 
Marring with canker sloth his might, 
May hope a name in standing fight 
Nor in the hollow ship to raise ! — 

By toil, illustrious toil alone. 
Of elder times the heroes shone ; 
And, bought by like emprise, to thee, 
O warrior priest, like honour be ; — 
Such praise as good Arlrnshis bore 
To him, the prophet chief of yore, 
When, snatch'd from Thebes' accursed fight, 
With steed and car and armour bright, 
Down, down he sank to earthy night. — 

When the fight was ended, 
And the sevenfold pyres 
All their funeral fires 
In one sad lustre blended, 
The leader of the host 
Murmur 'd mourn fully, 
" I lament the eye 
Of all mine army lost !— 
To gods and mortals dear, 
Either art he knew j 
Augur tried and true, 
Ami slruiiji to widrt the spear 1 " — 
And, by the powers divine, 
Such praise is justly thine. 
Oh Svracusian peer. — 



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lot) TRAXSLATIOHa OF PINDAR. 

For of a gentle blood thy race is sprung, 

As she shall truly tell, the muse of honey'd tongue. 

Then yoke the mules of winged pace, 
And, Phintis, climb the ear with me ; 
For weD they know the path to trace 
Of yonder victor's pedigree ! — 

Unbar the gates of song, unbar I — 

For m; to-tiny nv,i-l. jnur:ii:y far, 
To Sparta and to Pitane. — 

3he, mouTnful nymph, and nursing long 

Her silent pain and virgin i\To.;ig, 

To Neptune's rape a daughter fair, 

Evailn.fi of the glossy hair, 

(Dark as the violet's darkest shade,) 

In solitary sorrow bare. 

Then to her nurse the infant maid 

She weeping gave, and bade convey 

To high Phersana's hall away ; 

Where, woman-grown, and doom'd to prove 

In turn a god'a disastrous love, 

Her charms allured the Lord of day. — 

Nor long the months, ere fierce in pride, 

The painful tokens of disgrace 

Her foster-father sternly eyed, 

Fruit of the furtive god's embrace. — 
He spake not, but with soul on flame, 
He sought th' unknown offender's name, 

At Phosbus' Pythian dwelling place.— 



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But she, beneath the greenwood spray, 
Her zone of purple silk untied ; 
And flung the silver clasp away 
That rudely press'd her heaving side ; 

While, in the solitary wood, 

Liicina's self to aid her stood, 
And fate a secret force supplied. — 

Cut, who the mother's pang can tell, 

.As sml and slowly sbe withdrew, 

And hade her babe a long farewell, 

Laid on a bed of violets blue ? — 
When, ministers of Heaven's decree, 
(Dire nurses they and strange to see,) 

Two scaly snakes of azure hue 
Watch'd o'er his helpless infancy. 
And, rifled from the mountain bra, 
Bare on their forky tongues a harmless honey-dew .- 

Swift roll the wheels ! from Delphos' home 
ArtLidia's car -borne chief is come : 

But, ah, how changed his eye ! — 
His wrath is sunk, and pass'd his pride, 
" Where is Evadne's babe," he cried, 

"Child of the Deity?" 
'Twas thus the augur god replied, 
Nor strove his noble seed to hide : 
And to his favour'd boy, beside, 

The gift of prophecy, 
And power beyond the sons of men 



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The secret things of fate to ken, 
His blessing will supply." — 

But, vaitdy, from his liegemen round, 

He sought the noble child 1 
Who, naked on the grassy ground, 

And nurtured in the wild, 
Was moisten'd with the sparkling dew 

Beneath his hawthorn bower ; 
Where morn her wat'ry radiance threw, 
Now golden bright, now deeply blue, 

Upon the violet flower. — 

From that dark bed of breathing bloom 

His mother gave his name ; 
And Isimus, through years to come, 

Will live in lastir.tr fame ; 
Who, when the blossom of his days 

Had ripen'd on the tTee, 
From forth the brink where Alphrus stray?, 
Invoked the god whose sceptre sways 
The hoarse resounding sea ; 
And, whom the Dclian isle obeys, 

The archer deity. — 
Alone amid the nightly shade, 
Beneath the naked heaven he pray'd, 
And sire and grandsire call'd to aid ; 
When lo, a voice that loud and dread 

Burst from the horizon free ; 
" Hither 1 " it spake, " to Pisa's shore ! 



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OF PINDAR. 1 

My voice, oh son, shall go before, 
Beloved, follow me ! " 

So, in the visions of his sire, he went 

"Wlictv Cranium's scarrd and burroi; brow 

Was red with morning's earliest glow 

Though darkness wrapp'd the nether element— 

There, in a June ami era^T t l-. -11. 

A. double spirit on him fell, 

Th' unlying voice of birds io tell, 

And, (when Alcmena's son should found 

The holy game* in Elis erowu'd,) 
By Jove's high altar evermore to dwell, 

Prophet and priest !— From him descend 

The fatliers of our va'.iiint. friend, 

Wealthy alike ami j-.ist ar.d wise, 

Who trod the plain and open way ; 

And who is he that dared despise 

Willi trailing taunt Hie Cronian prize, 

Or their illustrious toil gainsay, 

'Whose chariots whirling twelve times round 

Willi burning wheels th' Olympian ground 

Have gilt their brow with glory's ray ? 

For, not the steams of sacrifice 

From cool Cyllene's height of snow, 

Nor vainly from thy kindred rise 

The heaven-appeasing litanies 

To Hermes, who, to men below, 

Or gives the garland or denies : — 

By whose high aid, Agcsias, know, 



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'i TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR, 

And hia, the thunderer of the skies, 

The olive wreath hath bound thy brow. ! — 

Arcadian ! Yes, a warmer zeal 

Shall whet my tongue thy praise to tell ! 

I feel the sympathetic flame 

Of kindred love — a Theban I, 

Whose parent nymph from Arcaily 

(Metope's daughter, Thebe) came.— 

Dear fountain goddess, warrior maid, 

By whose pure rills my youth halli plny'd ; 

Who now assembled Greece among, 

To car-borne chiefs and warriors strong, 

Have wove the many-coloured song. — 

Then, minstrel ! hid thy chorus rise 

To Juno, queen of deities, 

Parthenian lady of the skies ! 

For, live there yet who dare defame 

With sordid mirth our country's name ; 

Who tax with scorn our ancient line. 

And call the brave Haitians swine? — 

Yet, dineas, sure thy numbers high 

May charm their brutish enmity : 

Dear herald of the holy muse, 

And, teeming with Parnassian dews, 

Cup of untasted harmony ! 

That strain once more 1 — The chorus raise 

To Syracusa's wealthy praise, 



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TKAXSLATIONS OF PINDAR. foO 

And his the lord whose happy reign 
Controls Trinaraa'a nmpli; plain, 
Hiero, the just, the wise, 
Whose steamy offerings rise 
To Jove, to Ceres, and that darling maid, 
Whom, rapt in chariot bright. 
And horses silver-white, 
Down to his dusky Lower the lord of hell eonvey'd ! 

Oft hath he heard the Muses' string resound 

His honour'd name ; and may his latter days, 

With wealth, and worth, and minstrel garlands crown'd, 

Mark with no envious ear a subject praise, 

Who now from fair Arcadia's forest wide 

To Syracusa, homeward, from his home 

Returns, a common care, a common pride. — 

(And, whoso darkling braves the ocean's foam, 

May safeliest moor'd with twofold anchor ride ;) 

Arcadia, Sicily on either side 

Guard him with prayer;— and thou who rulest the deep, 

Pair Amphitrite's lord ! in safety keep 

His tossing keel, — and evermore to me 

No meaner theme assign of poesy ! 



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MOBTE D'ARTHUR. 

a JFtajjniEnt. 



Ye whom the world has wrong'd, whom men despise. 

Who sadly wander through this vale of tears, 
And lift in silent dread your wistful eyes 

O'er the bleak wilderness of future years, 

Where from the storm no sheltering bourn appears 
Whom genius, moody guide, has led astray, 

And pride lias mock'd, and want with chilling fears, 
auench'd of each youthful hope the timid ray : 
Yet envy not the great, yet envy not the gay ! 



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MORTE D ARTHUR. iOi 

Say, can the silken bed refreshment bring, 

\\ lu''i from the resile*? spirit sleep retires? 
Or, the sharp fever of the serpent's sting, 

Pains it less shrewdly for his burnish 'A spires? 

Oh, mini lift' is the Ijllsh ilie wnr.i] suliiiiri:^. 
And helpless whom the vulgar mightiest deem : 

Tasteless fruition, impotent desires, 
Pomp, pleasure, pride, how valueless ye seem 
When the poor soul awiikrs, and liiid.s its life a dream! 

And those, if such may ponder o'er my song, 
Whose light heart bounds to pleasure's minstrelsy ; 

To whom the faery realms of love belong; 
And the gay motes of young prosperity 
Dance in thy sunshine and obscure thine eye ;, 

Suspect of earthly good the gilded snare, 

When sorrow wreathes her brow with revelry, 

And friendship's hollow smiles thy wreck prepare ! 

Uaa I that demon forms should boast a mask so fair 1 

See'st thou yon flatterer in the summer sky, 
Wild as thy glance, and graceful as thy form ? 

"Yet, lady, know, yon beauteous butterfly 
Is parent of the loathsome canker-worm, 
Whose restless tooth, worse than December's storm, 

Shall mar thy woodbine bower with greedy rage. — 
Pair was her face as thine, her heart as warm, 

Whose antique story marks my simple page; 

Yet luckless youth was hers, and sorrowful old age. 



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138 MOETE D'ASTHUK; 

'Twas merry in the streets of Carduel, 

When Pentecost renew'd her festive call, 
And the loud trumpet's clang and loader bell 

The moss-grown abbey shook and banner'd wall ; 

And still, from bower to mass, from mass to hall, 
A sea of heads throughout the city flow'd; 

And, robed in fur, in purple, and iii pall, 
Of knights and dames the gaudy pageant yode, 
And conquering Arthur hist, and young Ganora rode. 

Still as they pass'd, from many a scaffold high, 

And window -lattice scatter'd roses flew, 
And maidens, leaning from the balcony, 

Bent their white necks the stranger bride to view, 

Whom that same morn, or e'er the sparkling dew 
Had from his city's herb-strewn pavement fled, 

A village maid, who rank nor splendour knew, 
To Mark's aisle the conqueror's hand h;id ltd, 
To deck her mouarch's throne, to bless her monarch's bed 

Who then was joyful but the l.osrian kin;:? 

Not that his hand a five-fold sceptre bore ; 
Not that the Scandian raven's robber wing 

Stoop'd to his dragon banner, and the shore 

Of peopled Gallia, and where ocean hoar 
Girds with his silver ring the island green 

Of saints and heroes ; not that payiiim gore 
('Amis to his blade, and, iirst in dimsir stun, 
In many a forward fight his go;dt:n shidd had been. 



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Nor warrior fame it was, nor kingly state 

That swell' d his heart, though in that thoughtful eye 
And brow that might not, even in mirth, abate 

Tts regal care and wonted niajVsU , 

Unlike to love, a something seem'd to lie ; 
Yet love's ascendant planet ruled the hour. 

And as he gazed with lover's ecstacy, 
And blended pride upon that beauteous flower, 
Could fame, could empire vie with such a paramour ! 

For many a mcltiui; eye of deepest blue, 

And many a form of goodliest mould were there, 
And ivory necks and lips of coral hue, 

And many an auburn braid of glossy hair. 

But ill might all those gorgeous dames compare 
With her in flowers and bridal white array 'd ; 

Was none so stateiy form nor face so fair 
A=. hers, whose eyes, as mournful or afraid. 
Were big with heavy tears, the trembling village maid. 

Yet whoso list her dark and lucid eye. 
And the pure witness of her cheek to read, 

Might written mark in nature's registry, 
That this fair rustic was not such indeed, 
Ilut high-born offspring of some ancient seed. 

And, sooth, she was the heir of Carmelide, 
And old Ladugan's blood, whose daring deed 

With rebel gore Lancastrian meadows dyed, 

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But, when the murderous Kyence' archer band 
With broad destruction swept the Eibble side, 

Ladugan forth from that devoted land 
His daughter sent, a smiling babe, to bide 
Where Derwent's lonely mirror dark and wide 

Reflects the dappled heaven and purple steep, 
Unhonour'd there, unown'd and undeseried, 

Till fate compell'd her from her tended sheep, 

In Arthur's kingly bower to wear a crown and weep. 

There are who teach such crystal drops express 

(So near is each extreme of joy or woe) 
Alike, the burst of painful happiness, 

And the still smart of misery's inward throe. 

Prom man's perturbed soul alike they flow, 
Where bitter doubt, and recollected sorrow 

Blend with the cup of bliss, and none can know 
From human grief how short a space to borrow, 
Or how the fairest eve may bring the darkest morrow. 

Say, fared it thus with young Ganora's heart? 

Did hope, did Hymen call the rapturous tear ? 
Or mourn'd perchance the village maid to part 

From all the humble joys her heart held dear ? 

And, turning from that kingly front severe, 
Eoam'd her sad memory o'er each milder grace 

Of him her earliest love, the forestere ? 
Ah, lost for ever now ! yet sweet to trace 
The silver- studded horn, green garb, and beardless face. 



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MORTE D ARTHUR. 1'. 

The (.'hunted anthem's heaven -ascending sound 

tier spirit moved not with its sacred swell; 
And, all in vain, for twenty steeples round 

Crash' d with sonorous din the festive hell ; 

Upon her tranced ear in vain it fell ! 
As little mark'd she, that the monareh's tongue 

Would oft of love in courtly whisper tell ; 
While from the castle bridge a minstrel throng 
To many a gilded harp attuned the nuptial song. 

"All see," 'twas thus began tin: lovely lay. 

" The wai-rlor-god hath laid his armour by, 
And doft his deadly sword, awhile to play 

In the dark radiance of Dione's eye ; 

Snared in her raven locks behold him lie, 
And on her lap his dread I'll 1 head reclined ; 

May every knight such silken fetters try, 
Such mutual bands may every lady bind ! 
How blest the soldier's life if love were always kind I 

" Oh, Goddess oft.be sou'-enlraiir-i'iL: wiiir, 
Look down and mark a fairer Venus here, 

Call'd from her hamlet to an empire's throne, 
As meet of womankind the crown to wear, 
And of a nobler Mars the consort dear ! 

Oil, fairest, mildest, best, by heaven design'd 
"VV iuh souliibig smiles his kingly toil to cheer, 

Still may thy dulcet diain tin; conqueror bind. 

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J 4 J MOBTE D ARTHUR. 

So sang they till the gaudy train had past 

The sullen entrance of that ancient tower, 
"Which o'er the trembling wave its shadow east, 

Grim monument oi' Rome's departed power. 

That same, in Albion's tributary hour, 
The Latian lords of earth had edified, 

Which all unaarm'd in many a martial stour, 
Might endless as the steadfast hills abide, 
Or as the eternal stream that crept its base beside. 

And Arthur here had hVd his kingly see, 

And hither had he borne his destined bride, 
Amid those civil storms secure to be 

That rock'd the troublous hind on every side. 

For not the fell balista, bristling wide 
With barbed death, or whirling rocks afar, 

Nor aught by that Trinacrian artist tried, 
To save his leaguer 'd town such strength could mar. 
How easy then to mock the barbarous Saxon war ! 

Austere and stern, a warrior front it wore, 
The long dim entrance to that palace pile, 

And crisped moss, and lichen ever hoar, 
Trail'd their moist tresses in the portal aisle : 
But, past the gate, like some rude veteran's smile 

Kindly, though dark, a milder grace it show'd ; 
And music shook the courts, and all the while 

Pair stripling youths along the steepy road, 

Fresh flowers before their feet and myrtle branches strew'd. 



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MORTE D'aHTHUH, 143 

By them they pass, and now the giant hall 

Bids to the train its oaken valves unfold, 
From whose high rafter' d roof and arched wall, 

Five hundred pennons, prize of war, unroll'd, 

In various silk display'd and wiivini; gciid. 
The armories of many a conquer'd knidit. ; 

And some of Arthur's sword the fortune told, 
Of Gawain some, but most were redde aright, 
' These Lancelot du Lake achieved in open light." 

Here might I sing (what many a hard has sung) 

Each gorgeous usage of that kindly lull ; 
How harp, and voice, and dashing goblet rung, 

Of page and herald, bard and seneschal. 

But antique times were rude and homely all ; 
\nd ill might Arthur's nuptial banquet vie 

With theirs who nature's kindly fruits forestall, 
\nd brave the seas for frantic gluttony, 
hni every various bane of every clime supply. 

Hor cared the king, a soldier tried and true, 

For such vain pampering of impure delight : 
■His toys, his gauds, were all of manlier hue, 

Swi.1'1 sLcC'ds, h-ix dngb, sharp swords, and armour bright ; 
Tet wanted nought that well became a knight 
>f seemly pomp ; the floor with vushts gm:n, 

And smooth bright board with plenteous viands dight, 
.Tiat scant the load might bear, though well be seen 
With ribs and rafters strong, and ponderous oak between. 



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144 MOBTE £ ARTHUR. 

And shame it were to pass the, warrior state 
Of those, the favour' d few, whose table round, 

Fast by their soveveljni mid his beauteous mate. 
Apart from all the subject train, was crown'd. 
Whose manly locks with laurel wreaths were bound, 

And ermine wrapt their limbs ; yet on the wall 

Their helms, and spears, and painted shields were found. 

And mails, and gilded greaves, at dai.irer'^ call, 

Aye prompt for needful use whatever chance might fall. 

And bounded high the monarch's heart of pride, 

Who gazed exulting on that noble crew ; 
And leaning to his silent spouse, he cried, 

" Seest thou, Ganore, thy band of liegemen true ? 

Lo, these are they whose fame the liquid blue 
Of upper air transcends ; nor lives there one 

Of all who gaze on Phcebus' golden hue, 
From earth's cold circle to the bumki; zu:ie, 
To whom of Arthur's knighls the toil remains unknown. 

" Yes, mark him well, the chief whose auburn hair 

Ho crisply curls above his hazel eye, 
Ami piirLert leaves ;he manly iurchuu! ban;: 

That same is Gawain, flower of courtesy ; 
Yet few with him in listed field may vie. 

Gahriet the next, in blood the next and might ; 

And Carados, whose lady's loyalty 
The mantle gain'd and horn of silver bright ; 
And stout Sir Kay, stout heart, but not so strong in fight. 



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MORTE D ARTHUR. 1< 

" But he, the best of all and bravest peer 
That drinks this hour the crystal air of day ; 

The most renowned and to me most dear. 
As ill befalls, is jouruey'd far away, 
A strange and stern adventure to essay, 

Whom Heaven defend, and to his friend's embrace 
Ajriiin resistless Lancelot convey!" 

^o spake the king ; and more his words to grace, 

An unsuspected tear stole down his manly face. 

To whom with faltering voice Oanora spake ; 

" Oh, happy knights of such a king," she said, 
" And happy king for whose revered sake 

So valiant knights nnsheatlie the deadly blade! 

And worthless I, an untaught village mi-id, 
!n Arthur's court to fill the envied throne, 

Who meeter far, in russet weeds array'd, 
Had fed my flock on Skiddaw's summit lone, 
Unknowing of mankind, and by mankind unknown." 

The monarch smiled, a proud protecting smile, 
That spoke her lovelier for her lowliness ; 

And, bending from his loftier seat the while, 
Hung o'er her heaving form, yet ill could guess 
What terror strove within, what deep distress 

Eose in her painful throat, while struggling there, 
A stronger awe ike sob would fain repress ; 

Nor other cause lie sought than maiden fear 

To chill the shrinking hand, to call the trickling tear. 



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I4b MORTE D ABTHUB. 

" Mine own Gaiiore ! " he said, " my gentle maid ! 

Oh, deem not of thyself unworthily ; 
By charms like thine a king were well repaid, 

Who yielded up for love his royalty. 

And heroes old, and they that rule the sky, 
1 favc sought in lowly cot, as fahles tell, 

A purer love than gems or gold can buy, 
And beauty oftcner found in mountain cell, 
Than with the lofty dames in regal court who dwell. 

"Go, ask the noblest of my knightly power, 

Ask of Sir Lancelot, what secret pain 
So oft hath drawn him forth at twilight hour, 

To woods and wilds, his absent love to plain, 

Whom many a courtly fair hath sought in vain? 
Oh, he will tell thee that the greenwood tree 

Eecalls the hour of happier youth again. 
When blithe he wont to range the forest free, 
With her, his earliest choice, the maid of low degree." 

He ceased; to whom the maiden nought replied, 

But in the patience of her misery 
Possess'd her secret soul, and inly sigh'd. 

" Why ponder thus on what no more may be ? 

Why think on him who never thinks on thee ! 
For now seven autumns have with changing hue 

Embrown' d the verdure of our trystiiisr-trcB, 
Since that shrill horn the wonted signal blew, 
Or that swift foot was heard brushing the twilight dew. 



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MORTE D ARTIIUB. lit 

" Then rouse thee yet thy silent griefs to bear, 

And rein the troublous thoughts so far that rove : 
Faithless or dead, he little needs thy care ; 

And ill such thoughts a wedded wife behove ; 

Then turn to him who claims thy plighted love; 
Nor weeping thus, thine inward shame confess, 

Whom knightly worth nor regal state may move ; 
Nor he whom Albion's sister-islands bless, 
Can tame thy stuhboru grief and minion frowardness h" 

So sadly pass'd the festal eve away. 

While at each courteous word her bosom bled, 
And every glance her heart could ill repay, 

Through the chdl conscience like a dagger sped. 

Yet still with secret prayer her soul she fed, 
And hurst with holier thoughts each inward snare, 

Which in that wither'd heart,where hope was dead, 
Yet hopeless passion wove, and darkest there, 
The dreadful whisper crept of comfortless despair. 

And softer seem'd her silent grief to flow, 

And sweeter far her unrestrained tear, 
While, soft and sweet, a tale of tender woe 

Iolo wove, the hard, whose harp to hear 

Even the rude warder, leaning on his spear, 
Press'd to the further door ; and squire, and knight, 

And lingering pages on those accents dear, 
Paused round the unserved board ; and ladies bright, 
Breathless, with lips unclosed, drank in the wild delight. 



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■liO MOBTE 1) ABTHl'S. 

A strange and melancholy tale it was, 

" Of one who, for a tyrant uncle's right, 
Lay bleeding, breathless, on the crimson grass, 

All vainly victor in th' unequal fight ; 

And who is she whose hands of lily white, 
Too beauteous leech ! his festering hurt would bind ! 

Ah, fly thee, princess, from the Cornish knight, 
Who, now preserved, a sorer fate must find, 
By guilt, and late remorse, and hopeless passion pined. 

" Yet pleasant was the dawn of early love, 
And sweet the faery bowl of magic power ! 

But following mists the early I;cii1 nsravr, 
And April frosts abash the timid flower, 
Behold him now at midnight's harmful hour, 

His pale cheek pillow'd on his trembling knees, 
Whose frantic brain ivjeets the sheltering bower, 

Whose parched bosom woos the autumnal breeze, 

And whose poor broken heart sighs with the sighing trees, 

" Ab, sweet it seem'd when, through tin; livelong Jay, 

'Mid tall I erne's forest dark and wide, 
In hunter garb be took his tireless way, 

Love in his breast and Yseult at his side ! 

Gone are those days ! Oh, Yseult, oft he cried, 
I'.elenUess Yseult, beauteous enemy! 

May happier fate thy gentle bfe betide, 
Nor ever may'st tbou waste a tear on me, 
Nor guess the nameless tomb of him who pined for thee I 



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MORTE D ARTHDIt. 14 

" And Lancelot ! (for, Lordings, well ye know 

How Tristan aye to Lancelot was dear) 
Sir Lancelot ! he sung, of all below 

The best, the bravest, ami the worthiest peer ! 

To thee my helm 1 leave, and shield and spear, 
That not from harm their wretched lord might save, 

Yet, noblest friend, my last |.ieUtion hear, 
By tliine own secret love a boon I crave, 
Defend mine 1 unit's fame ivluni T am laid in grave." 

Here ceased the harp ; but o'er its trembling chord 

In sdent grief the minstrel's sorrow fell, 
And silence hush'd the song where all deplored 

The recent woes of knight who loved so well, 

And most had known the heir of Lionelle ; 
And sweet it seem'd for others' woe to weep 

To heT whose secret anguish none could tell ; 
Yet nigh such strain could lull her pangs to sleep ; 
And now the star of eve beam'd o'er the twili^hL deep. 

When, in that sober liula and sadness still, 

Arose a madd'ning hubbub hoarse and rude, 
ILike hunters on the brow of dewy hill, 

And prmt.ii ijr deer liy nenivr hounds pursued: 
And a cold shudder thrill' d the multitude, 

As, at the breath of that mysterious horn, 

Each with inquiring gaze his neighbour view'd, 

For never peal on woodland echoes borne, 

So ghastly and so shrill awoke the spangled morn. 



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At once the steely bars in twain were rent ; 

At once the oaken valves asundeT flew ; 
And warrior breasts, in iron corslets pent, 

Their tighten'd breath with painful effort drew ; 

"For louder, louder far the tumult grew, 
That earth's firm planet quaked at the din, 

And the thick air assumed a browner hue, 
Such as on Nilus' bank hath whilom bin, 
When AmTam's mighty son rebuked the tyrant's sin. 

And through the portal arch that open'd wide 
(How came she or from whence no thought could tell) 

The wedding- guests with fearful wonder eyed 
A hind of loveliest mould, whose snowy fell 
Was dyed, alas! with dolorous vermeill. 

For down her ruffled flank the current red 
From many a wound issued in fatal well, 

As staggering faint with feeble haste she sped, 

Aud on Ganora's lap reclined her piteous head. 

With claws of molten brass, and eyes of flame, 
A grisly troop of hell-hounds thronging near, 

And on her foamy steed a damsel came, 
A damsel fair to see, whose maiden cheer 
But ill beseem'd the ruthless hunting spear ; 

Whose golden loots in silken net were twined, 
And pure as heaving snow her bosom dear ; 

Yet ceased she rM Ilia; dreadful horn to wind, 

And straiu'd a quivering dart for fatal use design 'd. 



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HOME D ARTHUR. '•> 

Reckless of loathed life, and free from stain 

Of deep transgression, could Ganora fear ! 
Forlorn herself, she felt for others' pain, 

And cast her sheltering robe around the deeT. 

To whom that magic maid with brow severe 
And glaring eye, " Oh, dooro'd to lasting woe, 

Waste not, unhappy queen, thy pity here, 
Nor hid my righteous rage its prey forego, 
Who keener pangs thyself, Ganora, soon, shalt know ! 

"Poor wither'd heart, that hidest from human eye 

The bittw secret of thine inward wound. 
So, doff the cumbrous garb of royalty, 

And seek betimes the cloister's sacred bound ! 

Ah warn'd in vain I I hear the clarion sound ; 
Rings to the charger's tread the shadowy glen ; 

For thee, for thee, the guarded list is eiown'd ; 
For thee dark treason quits her snaky den ; [mei 

The battle's roar resounds for thee, and groans of manglt 

" Heap high the wood, and bid the flames aspire ! 

Bind her long tresses to th' accursed tree ! 
A queen, a queen, must feed the funeral fire ! 

Ah, hope not thou, though love shall set thee free, 

With that restored love in peace to be. 
And shall my country bend her awful head 

To lick the bitter dust of slavery P 
Illustrious isle ! is all thy glory fled? 
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lO* UORTE D ARTHUR. 

"Yet art thou safe, and Arthur's throne may stand." 
(Down from the lofty saddle, bending low, 

The dart she proffer'd to Ganora's hand ;) 

" Nay, shrink not, maiden, from the needful blow, 
Nor spare, in yonder hind, thy fiercest foe, 

Whose secret hate from forth her dark recess, 
Besets thy guiltless life with snares of woe. 

Take, take the steel ! thy wrongs and mine redress ! 

Mercy were impious here !— be strong, be merciless ! " 

Giddy and faint, unknowing where she was, 

Or if, indeed, were sooth that ghastly view, 
Pale as some wintry lake, whose frozen glass 

Steals from the snow-clad heaven a paler hue, 

Ganora sate ; but still, to pity true, 
Her milk-white arms around the quarry spread, 

Then raised to Heaven her eyes of mildest blue, 
And to her cheek return'd a dawning red, 
As, with collected soul, she bow'd herself and said : 

" And I can suffer ! let the storm descend ; 

Let on this helpless bead the thunder break ; 
Yet, exercised in grief, yet, God to friend, 

I can endure the worst for mercy's sake ! 

No, wretched suppliant ! " (to the hind she spake 
That lick'd her hand, and with large tearful eye 

Dwelt on her gentle face :) " thy fears forsake ! 
Be thou my friend, I doom thee not to die. 
And thy mute love shall clieer my joyless royalty." 



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" Have then thy wish ! " the spectre damsel cried, 
And call'd her dogs, and wheel' d her courser round, 

And with the javelin smote his quivering side ; 
When, swifter than the rocket'-; fiery hound, 
Aloft they sprang, huntress, and horse, and hound, 

And, dimly mixing with the horizon grey, 
Fled like a winged dream, yet traces found 

Of gore and talons told their recent way ; 

And still before the queen that wounded quarry lay. 

How fares the knightly court of Carduel? 

How fare the wedding guests and warrior throng, 
Where all conspired the nuptial "mirth to swell, 

The dance, the feast, the kiuiih, the wine, the song P 

Oh, they are silent all ! the nimble fou^m 
Of him, whose craft, hy motley kirtle known. 

Had irri-viT wit, wilil seenin^- fully st-uiiiv ; 
The vaunting soldier and the simpering erone, 
And breathed in beauty's ear the sighs of softest toue. 

As one who, stretch'd upon a battle-field, 
Looks to the foeman's hand who laid him low, 

And, with faint effort, rears his broken shield, 

And dreads, where needeth none, a second blow. — 

Or, likes t him who, where the surges' ilow 
Bares the bleak surfaee of some wave-beat steep, 
A shipwreck'd man, expects in breathless woe, 

Till the reluming wave, with pdant sweep, 

Unlock his desperate hold, and whelm him in the deep. 



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154 MOETE D ARTHUR. 

So blended fears, the future and the past, 

The past yet seen by terror's glazed eye, 
That, tearless still and wild, these phantoms traced, 

Peopling the twilight's dismal vacancy 

With fancied shapes, and shades of fiendish dye ; 
The future wildest, darkest, unexprest. 

Danger untried, unfancied agony, 
In the mute language of dismay confest, 
Thrill'd in the bristling hair, throbb'd inth' expanded breast. 

Stertdy the monarch rose, and o'er his brow 
A horrent pang of dark anxiety 

Shot like the stormy shadow, scudding low- 
Along the surface of the purple sea. 
A smile succeeded. Not to mine, or me, 

Be that portentous smile of liii;e and scorn, 

Which each strong t'lirrciv. sU'ou;:er made to be, 

By toil, and care, and ruthless passion worn, 

And recollected guilt of youth's tempestuous morn ! 

" Sister ! " he spake, (half-utter 'd, half-represt, 

Irom his shut teeth the sullen accents stole;) 
'And deem'st thou, sister, that thine arts unblest 

Can tame the settled bent of Arthur's soul ? 

No ! let the stars their fiery circles roll ; 
Let dreams of woe disturb the prophet's breast : 

Can these, or those, the warrior's will control ? 
*Tis chance, 'tis error all! — Oh, trusted lies: ! 
Be thou mine omen, sword ! I reck not of the rest ! " 



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MORTE D ARTHUB. 100 

The wedded pair are to their chamber gone, 

"\Vh:l(_' minstrel sounds of breath, and heat, and string 

Ponr on the demy breeze their blended tone ; 
And wreathed maidens, link'd in jocund ring, 
" Hymen " around them, " Io Hymen " sing. 

3o, trampling roses in their path, they sped, 
The veiled bride and the triumphant king, 

A festal glare while hundred torches shed, 

Tinging the cheek of night with all unwonted red. 



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MOETE D'ARTHUR. 
SI JFrnamntt. 



Clest is the midnight of the cradled boy, 
Along whose dimply check in slumbers mild 

The warm smile ijasks of visionavy joy ! 

And blest is she, who by her sleeping child 
Has the long hours in watchful love beguiled: 

And blest the weary man whose wistful eyes 
From his tall frigate scan the ocean wild, 

When the fair beacon ji(iv:its tlie ruddy skies, 

And on bis tearful heart the thoughts of home arise. 

And dear to faithful love that lovely hour, 

And dear to him beyond the beam of day, 
Who tracks the footsteps of eternal power, 

Where the broad Heavens their starry map display. 

Guilt, only guilt detests the silent ray 
Of that soul-searching moon, whose lustTe sad 

Eestores neglected conscience to her sway. 
And bitter memory of all things bad, 
In crowds forgotten erst, or drown'd in revel mad. 



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The harp was silent, and the tapers' light 
Had faded from the walls of Carduel/ 

VMilc:i late, through many a window's latticed height, 

On the daik wave in fitful lustie fell; 

And far and faintly peal'd the drowsy bell 
That wakes the convent to unwilling prayer : 

"U hen flu', tjiat seeming hind of snowy fell, 
Erect upstarted from her secret lair, 
Erect, in awful grace, a woman goodly fair. 

Dark o'er her neek the glossy curls descending. 

Half hid and half reveal' d her ivory breast ; 
And dark those eyes where pride, with sorrow blending, 

Of hate and ruth a mingled tale confest. 

Her wreath was nightshade, and her sable veat 
All spangled o'er with magic imagery, 

Tn tighter fold her stately form esprest. 
As when the empress of the silent sky 
Explores her sleeping love on Latmos' summit high. 

Or likesl her whose melancholy feet 

In Stygian valleys svander lonelily, 
Singing sad airs, and culling flowers sweet, 

(Yet sweeter flowers in Enna wont to be) 

Daughter of Ceres, sad PeTsephone ! 
Oh, not of hell the adamantine throne 

Nor golden bough from Acherasian tree, 
Can for the balmy breeze of Heaven atone, 
Or match the common light of earth's supernal zone I 



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So sad, so beautiful, so sternly bright. 

Skimming the silent air with, magic tread. 
And fairer seen beneath the fair moonlight, 

That elfin lady stood by Arthur's bed. 

A tear, in spite of strong disdain, she shed ; 
One little tear, as o'er the sleeping twain 

Her dark eye glanced ; then, with averted head, 
" Ye whom I serve forgive this transient pain ; 
I little thought," she sigh' d, "that Morgue would weep a| 

Again she gazed, again a softer dew 

Dimm'd of her lucid eye the fiery ray, 
As sad remembrance waken'd at the view 

Or" those wlio wrapp'd in dewy slutii.l.n.r hi v. 

Nor could the Chian's mimic art display 
A goodlier pair; yet did Ganora's cheek 

A hectic flush unlike to joy display ; 
And from her hull-dosed lips, in accent weak, 
Would ever and anon a mournful murmur break. 

" Oh, brother once most dear," the faery said, 

" A little while sleep on, a little while 
On that warm breast pillow thy careless head, 

And bless thy waking eyes with beauty's smde. 

But danger hovers near, and thorny guile, 
And jealous love that borders close on hate, 

And angry doubt in impotent turmoil. 
Whose murderous purpose not for proof shall wait, 
With following sorrow join'd and penitence too late 1 



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morte d'arthub. 159 

" And thou, poor victim of another's crime, 
Hell knows I hate not thee : thy simple breast 

Sought not to so sad eminence to climb 1 
Yet can I bear to see Ganora blest, 
Who blesses him my foe ? Oh, dire unrest ! 

Oh, Morgue condemn'd with frustrate hope to groan ! 
I sought to lure her from her cott.i;iv nt'sl; 

I sought to plant her on an, empire's throne ; 

I sought and I obtain'd ; would it were all undone ! 

"For this, alas, I watch'd those opening channs. 

In the cool covert of her native grove ; 
And with a mother's hope, for Modred's arms 

Foredoom' d Ganora's crown-compelling love ! 

Now shall that spell-bound life a bulwark prove 
To Arthur's reign 1 Ah me, whose feeble power 

In fate's perplexing maze with Merlin strove, 
And with my rival of the watery bower, 
Of that too potent Mage the elfin paramour ! 

" What yet remains P — to Wast with muttcr'd spell 
The budding promise of their nuptial bed ; 

Of jealous doubt to wake the inward hell, 
And evil hopes of wandering fancy bred ! " 
She spake, and from her dewy chaplet shed 

JPernieious moisture o'er each dewy limb, 

And such <i trillion words :>!' imprecation said, 

That [-leaven's own cvcrbuiTiiij"- :;i:np grew dim, 

And shuddering, ceased awhile ;he saints' triumphal fly Bin, 



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160 HORTE D ARTIIDH. 

But all in vain o'er young Ganora's breast, 
Guarded by prayer, the demon whisper stoic ; 

Sorrow, not sin disturb'd that tranquil rest ; 
Yet 'gnu her teeth to grind and eyes to roll, 
As troublous visions shook her sleeping soul ; 

And scalding drops of agony bedew' d 

Her feverish brow more hot than burning coai. 

Whom with malignant smile the faery vicw'd, 

And through the unopen'd dooT her nightly track pursued. 

Like as that evil dame whose sullen spell, 

To love dire omen, and to love's delight, 
(If all be sooth that ancient rabbins toll,) 

With death and danger haunts the nuptial night, 

Since Adam first her airy charms could slight ; 
Her Judah's daughters scare with thrilling cry, 

Lilith ! fell Liiith I from her viewless flight, 
What time with flowers their jetty locks they tie, 
And swell the midnight dance with amorous harmony. 



With slope flight winnowing the winds of Heaven, 
So sped king Ulhcr's child, till her dark eye 

Glanced on a stately knight, whose steps uneven 
And folded i>rms might inward grief imply, 
Or love's wild sting, or canker'd jealousy. 

Above whose lucid mail and shoulders strong. 
The furred mantle flow'd of royalty, 

And, coil'd around his crest, a dragon long 

Upwreath'd its golden spires the wavy plumes among. 



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Alone he paced, from all the band afar 

Who kept with equal watch their sovereign's bower. 
Alone with gloomy mien and visage bare, 

Courting the cool breeze of tliat early hour. 

Of sterner eye than Arthur's, and the flower 
Of youth as yet on his dark features glow'd ; 

Yet seem'd like Arthur's brows his brows to lower ; 
The same of giant heidil his stature show'd, 
His raven locks the same, but not with silver strow'd. 

" Modred ! " in accent low and bending near, 

" Modred, my son ! " the beauteous faery said, 
" Ah, wherefore, at my voice that glance severe, 

And that dear cheek suffused wilh angry red? 

Yes, I deserve thy frown ! thy mother's head, 
Child of my pangf, thy keenest curse shall bear, 

Who with warm hope thy young ambition fed, 
And wcaved the secret spell with nightly care, 
[Vain hopes, and empty spells to win thy p: 



" And comest thou yet, mother unfortunate ! 

To mock with dream? of transport and of power 
My gloomy path, whom, with a common hate, 

Since first thy shame disgraced my natal hour, 

Of Heaven the cuTses, and of hell devour ! 
What spell-bound virgin may thy charms pursue ? 

Wliat hovering diadems in golden shower 
Shall mock mine oft-defeated hopes anew ! " 
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LKll MORTE D ARTHDR. 

To whom, dec]) sighinsr, Uther's daughter spake : 

"Ah, never more may mother hope to find, 
Who weeps and watches for her infant's sake, 

The boy obedient, or the warrior kind ! 

Our toil, our hope is theirs, our heart, our mind ; 
For them we meditate, for them we pray ; 

The soul for them in sinful chain we bind ; 
And for their weal we cast our own awi.iv ; 
Yet when did filial love a parent's grief repay ? 

" thou, for whom of mortal tiling iiloin-. 

Unthankful as thou art, yet ever dear, 
My soul bends downwards from its cloudy zone, 

And on mine elfin cheek a mortal tear 

Warm ling'riug, tells me of the times that were ! 
Areursed lur whose sake, my restless wing 

And more than mother's pangs condemn'd to bear, 
(Till time and fate mine hour of torment bring,) 
Circles the arch of Heaven in melancholy ring ! 

" My Son ! by all I feel, by all I dread, 
If either parent's fate thy sorrow move, 

(A. jjiher -bin, a mother worse llu-n de;!(i,j 
Grudge not the little payment of thy love ! 
Nor scorn my power ! though spell unfaithful prove, 

Though Merlin's mightier skill my hope bare crost, 
Yet not the fiends below, nor saints above, 

Nor elfin tribes in airy tempests tot, 

Can tame my stedfast will. All, Modred, is not lost ! " 



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' Then tell me," cried the youth, " who was my sire, 
And wherefore thou, estranged from mortal clay, 

Bearest so dark a doom of penal fire, 

A wretched wanderer on the Heavens' high way, 
Once Albion's princess, now an elfin grey ? 

[oo long thou tirest with boding saws my breast, 
.VWkii:;; thy son with phantoms of dismay, 

. Whose ardent soul, by feverish doubt opprest, 

Burns o'er the unfmish'd tale, and longs to hear the rest." 

The faery grasp'd his mailed hand, and led 

Where the deep waters, rolling silently, 
Beneath the western gate their mirror spread. 

And on the giant walls and arches high 

A lonely horror sate continually. 
No warder, there with benran (laming bright, 

Needed with weary pace his watch to ply, 
But cold and calm, the sinking stars of night 
SPlay'd on the rippling wave with ineffectual light. 

There, where adown the solitary steep, 

With foxglove twined, and mosses silver grey, 

A trickling runnel seem'd the fate to weep 
Of one whose rustic tomb beside it lay, 
That lovely sorceress bent her mournful way ; 

.And gathering strength — " Behold the honours here 
Bestow'd by Arthur on thy parent's clay 1 

Sehold ! forgive, my hoy, this coward tear ; 

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164 MORTE D .MiTliUii. 

" He, when of downy youth the vernal light 
Play'd on tliy mother's cheek now wan with care, 

And many a peer of fame and many a knight 
To Britain's princess pour'd the tender prayer. 
He, only he, the valiant and the fair, 

To this weak heart an easy entranee found ; 
An humble squire ; but not an empire's heir 

Con'.d \ii: wil'ii l.'ahidore Oil lisled ground ; 

With every manly eraee. ni-d every virtue crown'd. 

" (.) days of b.iss, hope chastised by fear, 
When on my lap reclined the careless hoy, 

Chid my faint sighs, and ki^s'd my falling tear ! 
lie knew not, be, what hitter doubt- annoy 
Of unpermitted love the trembling joy ; 

He knew not till my brother's Lhirsty blade 
F.ash'd o'er bis head, impetuous to destroy. 

I clasp'd the tyrant's knees, f wept, I pray'd; 

God, on Arthur's soul be all my griefs repaid 1 

" When from a trance of senseless agony 
I woke to keener pangs, by frenzy stung, 

Reckless of Arthur's late repentant cry, 

Fire in my brain and curses on my tongue, 
From yonder eliif my u retell ed frame I flung ; 

Alas, ili' eiK'banted wind my weight upbore, 
While in mine ears an elvish chorus rung, 

— ' Come, kindred spirit, to our cloudy shove 1 

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noiiTE d'ahthob. 

" Since, on the rolling clouds or ocean blue, 

Or 'mid the secrets of our nether sphere, 
The goblin leader of a goblin crew, 

I wander wide ; but ill may mortal ear 

Of faery land the mystic revels hear ! 
Short be my tale ! one earthly t.hitig alone, 

One helpless infant to my heart was dear, 
Bright iii whose eyes his either parent slioue i 
liear'd by their pitying foe. :ny son, my blessed son ! " 

She ceased, and round his linked hauberk threw 

Her mother arms, and on bis iron breast 
(The rough mail moistening with tender dew) 

A kiss, the seal of bitter love, imprest. 

He, stern and dark, no kindly glow coufest. 
With face averted and with frozen eye, 

Where softer passion never dared to rest, 
li.it cunning seem'd with sullen pride to vie, 
Calm, calculating hate, and damned cruelty. 

" How I have train'd thee, with what potent charms 
My manic tain: thy lender frame hiibitcd. 

How nursed thy youth for empire and for arms, 
And how, in Derive/it's moun:a::i solitude, 
I rear'd thy destined bride," (he fay pursued, 

" And what strange chance o'erthrew mine airy drill, 
Alas, thou know'st it all ! yet to delude 

The force we cannot stem is triumph still, 

And from reluctant fate t' estort our good or ill. 



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lob MORTB D ARTHUH. 

" earth ! how many wonders wonderful 

In thy large lap and parent bosom lie, 
Which whoso knows (few know them all) to cull, 

May drag the struggling planets from on high, 

And turn the land to sea, the sea to dry; 
Tea, not man's will, by God created free, 

Can match their s'.iv.mie 1:1 ys-j> nous potency, 
Nor love nor hate so firmly fixed be, 
But love must yield ami hale lo magic's dark decree. 

"A ring there is of perfect diamond stone, 

Sucli iis no milling siave is iraiir'd to ;::;■:;, 
Nor Soldan numbers on his orient throne, 

Nor diving Ethiop from his sultry creek 

Has borne so rich a prize ; for who shall .speak 
What unseen virtues in its orbit dwell? 

Press it, die iiciids attend in homage meek; 
Turn it, the bearer walks invisible ; 
Ah, who the hidden force of smallest things may tell? 

" That same to one of regal race I lent, 

Who now perforce must render back the prize, 
For of his stars the danger imminent, 

And guiltless blood loud crying to the skies 

Alarm all hell ; do thou as I desire ; 
This self-same morn depart for Scottish land, 

There l.'rgan seek, king IVIiiia's unde wise, 
And bid him yield to thy deputed hand 
That ring of diamond stone, for such is Morgue's command.. 



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MORTE I> ARTHUR. Ibl 

" Have we not heard how shepherd Gyges bare, 

By like deceit from old Candaule's bed, 
[a naked beauty seen, tbe Lydian fair, 

And kingly circle from his dotard head, 

Thenceforth himself a king ? "— " No more !" he said— 
" Mother, no more ! or ere the sun's bright round 

"Have tinged yon eastern cloud with lively red, 
My fiery steed shall paw the spangled ground, 
And on the Cattraeth's side my clashing arms resound." 

Like as the hawk from hidden durance free 

Springs from tbe falc'ner's wrist, the eager knight, 

IBs dark cheek warm with savage ecstasy, 
Burst from his parent's hold. She with delight 
His warrior mien beheld and giant lieiirht, 

Awhile beheld, then, rapt in mist away, 
Back to the bridal turret bent her flight, 

There closely couch' d amid the rushes grey, 

power of wicked spells !— a seeming hind she lay. 

Bv this the fiery wheeled charioteer 

Had raised above the fringed bills his head, 

And o'er tbe skies in molten amber clear 
A flood of life and liquid beauty shed, 
When, sun-like, rising from his fragrant bed, 

All glorious in his bliss, tbe bridegroom king 
Pass'd to the common hall, and with him led, 

Blushing and beauteous as that morn of spring. 

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168 moeie d'abthub. 

The mass was ended, and the silver tone 

Of shawm and trumpet hade the courtier crew 

In martini pastime round their monarch's throne, 
That livelong day their mimic strife pursue, 
As each the thirst of various pleasure drew; 

Some launch'd the glossy howl in alleys green, 
Sums the still' bar with sturdy sinews throw-, 

Some, in bright arms and wavy plumage seen, 

Wielded the quivering lanee the guarded lists between. 

So was there mirth in stately Carduel; 

Till in the midst a stranger dame was seen, 
Whose snowy veil in graceful wimple fell 

Above the sable garb of velvet sheen ; 

Als in her hand, of metal deadly keen, 
A sheathed sword and studded belt she bare. 

Golden the hilt, the sheath of silver clean, 
Whose polish'd mirror baek reflected fair 
Her cheeks of vermeil tinge, her auburn length of hair. 

Stately she rode along, and keen her eye 

That seann'd with eager glance that warrior crew ; 

Yet was her blush so meek and maidenly, 
That never village lass in apron blue 
With purer roses caught the passing view. 

Stately she rode along, and in her train. 
With floating locks and beards of silver hue, 

Two goodly squires, array'd in mourning grain, 

On either side controul'd her palfrey's silken rein. 



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MOKTK 1) 'AHTHUB. 161) 

Like as that lovely month to lovers dear, 

L'nioeks the green bud on tin.' scented spray, 
And laps in freshest flowers the tender year, 

And tunes the songs of nature, — blessed Ma\ ; 

Such was the joy this damsel to survey. 
But that deceitful hind who by the bride, 

Licking her lisnd, in treacherous fondness lay. 
Arose, and skulking to the farther side 
In guilty darbies sou^hi. her harmful head to hide. 

Alighting from her steed, some little space 

Propt on that antique sword the maiden leant ; 

While silence gave her blushing cheek more grace, 
And her warm tears, touchingly eloquent, 
Through warrior hearts a pleasing anguish sent. 

Then, with collected voice she told her grief, 
Of bitter wrong, and treason imminent 

Done to her kindred by a Scottish chief, 

'Gainst whom at Arthur's court she, suppliant, sought relief. 

Her lands he wasted, and with tortuous wrong 
Herself had banish 'd from her native riirht ; 

A felon warrior, neither bold nor strong, 
But safe and reckless of all human might 

'l)i diarins iiiinre.HT.;:!'!*' ,thI ina^i.c slight. 
" For, as some evil thought, he walks unseen 

Scattering around in murderous despight 
From viewless bow his arrows deadly keen, 
That strength and courage fail t' oppose so fatal teen." 



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" Alas ! " said Arthur, " and can mortal wight 
With trenchant steel a viewless life invade, 

Or probe with dagger point his pall of night ? " 
" Who," she replied, " can draw this charmed blade 
Worn by my sire, on him my doom is laid. 

But now seven years through many a distant land, 
Patient of ill, my weary course has stray'd. 

Nor knight is found so brave whose stainless hand 

Can from its burnish'd sheath unlock my fatal brand." 

She ceased, and through the crowded fort there spread 
A deep hoarse murmur, as th' autumnal sound 

In hazel bower, when Sherwood's rustling head 
Shakes in the blast, and o'er the dusty ground, 
And in mid sky the falling leaves abound. 

Beneath her bramble screen the crouching hare 
Erects her ears, and quaking as astound, 

Shrinks from the breath of that inclement air, 

And the fast driving sleet that strips the branches bare. 

Tliiii Hidden from, a Imndivd iti'i^ues arose 

Harsh words and high, and hand to hilt was laid, 

And taunt and threat portended deadly blows, 
Each claiming for himself that charmed blade, 
And envied guidance of the noble maid. 

But Arthur, rising from his gilded throne, 

" Back, on your bves, presumptuous subjects ! " said, 

" For this adventure I resign to none, 

Not Lancelot himself, of knights the paragon !" 



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Awed, yet reluctant, back the crowd withdrew, 

While Arthur from the maid her sword required, 
And poising in his hands with curious view, 

Its antique frame and massy weight admired. 

Then, bending low, with gripplc might, desired 
Forth from its silver sheath the blade to strain, 

Which, following for a space, again retired, 
Mocking with magic sleight his fruitless pain; 
Seven times the king cssuy'd, seven times essay'd in va 

As some stout churl by sinewy toil cmbrown'd, 

roil'd by a stranger in the wrestler's play, 
Arises, mourning, from the plashy ground, 

His batter'd limbs and face deform'd with clay, 

And cursing oft that luckless holiday ! 
So Arthur back the charmed steel restored, 

And turn'd with sullen scowl his eyes away, 
As many a knight of fame, and warlike lord, 
In long succession strove to drag that fatal sword. 

But not Sir Carados thine iron arm, 

Nor Kay's stout heart and vaunted pedigree, 
Nor Gahriet's youthful grace could break the charm, 

Nor Gawain's force and faith and courage free ; 

Though when he strove, the knight of courtesy, 
The conscious sword awhile his hand obey'd, 

That men a span's length of its edge might see, 
Ab sunbeam radiant and with gold inlaid; 
Yet would not all suffice to bear that stubborn blade. 



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1/^ HORTE D ARTHl'B. 

thereat the damsel made exeeedlng moan, 
Shedding salt tears; nor did her sorrow spare 

Her breast more lovely white than marble stone, 
Nor the long radiance of her sunny hair : 
That not the rudest, groom such sight could bear: 

But a sudden murmur through the palace spread 
" Alas the while that Lancelot were there ! 

Then had not Arthur's court been shamed" — they said, 

" Nor those love-darting eyes so bitter ion in a ids shed." 

A knigbt there was, whose erring hardihood 
And fiery soul, that insult ill oould bear, 

Had bathed his i'aleh.on in Cucullin's blood, 
V, lio yearly made to Britain's court repair 1 
(Haughty Cucullin, Erin's haughty heir,) 

Condemn'd for this (sueti venge;;:ieo Arthur vow'd) 
To the chill dungeon's damp a;id stony lair; 

rhrongh the e'.oso-graled loop lie eall'd aloud, 

And what that tumult meant, besought the passing crowd. 

Which, when he heard, so strangely confident, 

With such warm hope he craved his chance to trv, 
That through the court a louder murmur went, 

As pity kindled into mutiny ; 

And Arthur, yielding to his people's cry, 
" Let him come forth ! — his doom in sooth was hard ; 

A soldier's fault 1 ' he mutter' d carelessly ; 
"And .kuighi. so long m lisl'.ess prison barr'd, 
Has well such fault atoned— Go bring him hithenvard!" 



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So was Sir Balm brought before the throne, 

A gaunt and meagre man, of hue forlorn ! 
Tor forty months of lingering pare were gone, 

Since on his iliniy couch tlie smile of morn 

Had rested, or on dewy pinions borne, 
The fragrant summer blest his solitude. 

J lis linV'S wmv wirii the lu;ked iron worn, 
And his long raven hair in tresses rude 
Hung o'er his hollow cheeks with prison damps embucd. 

Around him wildly gazing, (for his sight 

Shrank from th' unwonted beam of perfect day, 

And those embattled guards whose armour bright 
Hnsh'd in the sunshine like the torch's ray,) 
He to the stranger damsel bent his way. 

.And, " Lady, scorn me not ! the time has been 
Or ere this bondage," he began to say, 

*' That gayer robes, and knights of statelier mien, 

Have felt mine arm as strong, my lance as deadly keen." 

" I pray thee give the sword !" — the sword she g;;ve ; 

" Long, very long it seems," the captive cried, 
" Since these poor hands have felt a battle glaive ! " 

Yet. as the pommel's wiehly grasp he tried, 

Dawn'd on his hollow check a martial pride, 
And the dark smile of warrior ecstasy 

Across his care-worn visage seem'd to glide ; 
And, flashing like a meteor to the sky, 
Forth sprang the charmed blade, the blade of victory 



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Say, have ye mark'd what winged moments fall 

Between the distant cannon's flash and roar ? 

Such was the pause ensued, and such the swell 

Of lb 1 Ionics: rapture shook the ocean shore. 

Rung every vaulted gate and turret hoar; 
Rung the far abb;:y spires, and oloisterM bound; 

While, as they sail'd I he. moss-grown rampart o'er, 
The sea-bird rcel'd on giddy pinions round, 
And the wood-fringed rocks return' d a hollow sound. 

When all was hush'd, the not unmindful king 

From Balin hade the guard unloose his chain, 
While robes of knightly blue the pages brine:, 

And furred mantle of majestic train. 

He, with a settled smile of calm disdain, 
Received the gifts; bat when his well-known mail, 

And shield, and rusted helm were brought again, 
Qi;al;> : il his dark lip. and voice began to fail, 
And the fast-falling tear bedew 'd his features pale. 

So when the feast was ended in the hall. 

Nor longer would remain th' impatient maid, 
Though Arthur much, and much Ms nobles all, 

But most her presi/nce Young Ganora pray'd; 

To each with courtly smile her thanks she paid, 
And graceful on that docile palfrey sprung; 

Wiiiie close beside, in wonted steel, array 'd, 
Victorious Balin' s clashing armour rung, 
Whom many a knight beheld, with serpent envy stung. 



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MORIS L ARTHUR. 

But while o'er many a wood-fringed hill 
And heath of purple tint their journey lay, 

That seeming hind, fair architect of ill, 
In Arthur's palace sojourn' d many a day, 
Expert in fraud, and watchful to betray. 

I'xperr, with p'liiiit limb, and hoiuidii;-:- liijili 
Before the queen, her gambols to display ; 

Or fond and flattering at her feet to lie, 

And mirror every thought in her large lucid eye. 

So past the day ; but when the seven-fold team, 
That li.-iir it: tin;;o : .licir feet in ocean deep, 

Shot from the topmoat north their twinkling beam, 
And over mortal lids the dews of sleep 
(To weary man blest visitation) creep, 

ForUi in the pilfir.ce of ilie "world ?;ic sprd, 
A nymy/h of air her im blest watch to keep ; 

Or, wrapt in mist, beside the bridal bed 

Of poor Ganora's heart the wandering wishes read. 

The early trace of youthful love was there, 

And airy hope that flatter'd to betray ; 
But disappointment, with si ill -smarting tear, 

Had blotted half the simple lines away ; 

The other half too deeply graven lay, 
And, though contending with that earthly flame, 

Celestial ardours sent their purer ray, 
Though late— Ah, female heart, of feeble frame, 
Of pomp, and rank, and power, the novel rapture car 



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Yet in the midst, and sov 'reign o'er her breast, 
Cadwal, young Cadwal, held his fatal throne. 

And, e'en to wakei'il eon science ujiconl'est, 
Her fear, her grief, her joy were his alone : 
Yes, every sigh that heaved her silken zone, 

From hapless love a dearer sorrow drew, 
And, to Ganora's secret self unknown. 

Arose before the faery's eager view ; 

Ah me ! what airy spies our silent thoughts pursue I 

And think'at thou, man, thy secret wish to shroud 

In the close bosom's sealed sepulchre ? 
Or, wrapt in saintly mantle from the crowd, 

To hug thy darling sin that none mav see? 

A thousand, thousand eye-; are bent on thee : 
And where thy bolts the babbling world exclude, 

And in the darkness where thou lov'st to be, 
A thousand. thmisaud busy sprites intrude; 
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MOETE D'AETHUR. 
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When I rehearse each gorgeous festival, 

And knightly pomp of Arthur's elder day, 
And muse upon these Celtic glories all, 

Which, save some remnant of the minstrel's lay, 

Are melted in oblivious stream away, 
(So deadly bit the Saxon lilade and sore) 

Perforce I me such perilous decay, 
And, reckless of my race, almost deplore 
That ever northern keel deflower'd the Logrian shore. 

Oh thou the ancient genius of the land, 
Who wont on old Belusium's sunny steep, 

And nigh the holy mount, iviUi armed hand, 
In vision dimly seen, thy watch to keep, 
Onr nr.^el <:;ii:n!, wiium: elixir pin.ons sneej) 

In circling (light around his roc'..: -built nest, 
Now soaring high, now dark'ning half the deep, 

The broad wave burning with his shadowy breast, 

Oh did not his lnineu; foreshow the nearer pest ! 



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Say, did not he, when Hengist plough'd the main, 

With gathering mist the conqueror's track dismay, 
And smite liis radiant brows i:l parent pain 

Ami stilly rend his samphire wreath away ? 

No, brighter beam'd. his prescient eye that day, 
And as the proud bark swept the waters free, 

He bade the n;sditw waves around it play. 
While softly stole across the sunny sea, 
From many a twisted shell I he mermaid's harmony. 

Now forty times the golden-haired dawn 

Had sprung from :ild Tali cms' ilc«y bed, 
And forty times across the fading lawn, 

Had summer eve her filmy mantle spread, 

:rince youni;' (iauore to llnry's aisle was led 
A pensive bride ; and yet, I wot not why, 

But those who best, could read her blushes said, 
Not now so much she droop'd the timid eye, 
Nor paid her Arthur's warmth with so cold courtesy, 

She was his wife ! for this she strove to bear 

Of that portentous eye the tawny glow ; 
And those deep indents of ambitious care 

That muppM his dark and melancholy brow ; 

She was beloved ; for well the fair might know 
I low I kit stern heart was lix'd on her alone, 

When, melted all in love's delirious flow. 
The viLuipiish'd victor at her "eet was thrown ; 
And she was inly vain to feel such-power her own. 



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So was she pleased herself who sought to please ; 

1111 oil a day when all the court would ride 
To drink in Cattraeth's woods the cooler breeze, 

And rouse the dun deer from Terwathlin's side, 

It chanced tin; queen within her bower to bide, 
As one in boisterous pastime rarely seen ; 

Who little loved the hunter's cruel pride, 
Or maddening sliiiul that reiiilf the forest green, 
Or their poor quarry's groan the bu<rle notes between. 

Loth was her lord to miss, that livelong day, 
Her soft sweet glances and her converse sweet ; 

Yet cared he not to cross her purposed stav ; 
And forth he fared, but still with ling'rmg feet 
And backward look, and " Oh when lovers meet 

How bless'd," he thought, " the evening's tranquil hou 
From care and cumbrous pomp a glad retreat." 

Not since his youth first quaff' d the cup of power, 

Had Arthur praised before the culm sequester'd bower. 

And forth he fared ; while from her turret high 

That smilin" form beheld his hunter crew ; 
Pieased she beheld, whose unacquainted eve 

Found in each varying scene a pleasure new, 

!Nor vet IiluI pomp laii;;ued lier sated view, 
Kor custom pall'd the gloss of royalty. 

Like some gay child, a simple bliss she drew 
From every gaud of feudal pageantry, 
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J SU MORTE D ARTHUR. 

And, sootli, it was a brave and antie sight, 

Where plume, and crest, and tassel wildly blending. 

And bended bow, and javelin fins;iii:«- brink'., 

IMark'd the i>;r:y -ipmd.i'on through Hie co\mc deseeaduiL: 
The greyhound, with his silken leash contending, 

ttrcKtbod t.lie lithe neck ; and on Ike K-lcoi.er's hand, 
With restless perch and pinions broad depending, 

l>.di hooded go?ha« 1; kept her eager <-tar.rh 

And to the oourser's tramp loud rang tin; hollow ku/l. 

And over all, in accents sadly sweet, 

The mellow lmgle ponrd lis tjIliiiiUvc lone, 

That echo joy'd snoh numbers to repeat, 

Who, from dark glade or rock of pumice-stone, 
Sent to the woodland nymphs a softer moan ; 

"ft b.ilc listening far from forth some fallow brown, 
'llir -winked |iloi!j.'liuiiir left his 11 oik unilui.io ; 

And the glad schoolboy from the neighbouring town 

Sprang o'ereaeh prisoning rail, nor reekM his master's fro ivn 

ITct warm check pillow'd on lier ivory hand. 

Her long hair waving o'er the battlement, 
In silent thought Ganora kept her stand, 

Though feebly now the distant bugle sent 

Its fading sound ; and, on the brown hill's bent, 
Kor horse, nor hound, nor hunter's pomp was seen. 

Yet still she gazed on empty space intent, 
As one who, spell-bound, on some haunted green 
Beholds a faery show, the twilight elms between. 



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That plaintivi; bugle's well-remember' d tone 

Could search her inmost ln-art. with magic sway ; 
To her it spoke of pleasures past mid gone, 

And village Siopes, mid friends I'm-, Jar away, 

While busy memory's scintillating play 
Mock'd her weak heart with visions sadly dear, 

The shining lakelet, and the mountain grey ; 
And who is he, the youth of metric-it cheer, 
Who waves his eagle plume and grasps his hunting spear? 

As from a feverish dream of pleasant sin, 

She, starting, trembled, and her mantle blue, 
With golden border bright, and silver pin, 

Bound her wet cheek and heaving bosom drew ; 

Yet still with heavy cheer and downcast view, 
Prom room to room she wander'd to and fro. 

Till chance or choice her careless glances threw 
Upon an iron door, whose archway low, 
And valves half open flung, a gorgeous sight might show. 

It was a hall of costliest garniture, 

With arras hung in many a purple fold ; 
Whose glistercng roof ivas part of silver pure, 

And silken part, and part of twisted gold, 

With arms embroider' d and achievements old ; 
Where that rich metal caught reflected day, 

As in the hours of harvest men behold 
Amid their sheaves a lurking adder play, 
Whose borniah'd baek peeps forth amid the stubble grey, 



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And, in the midst, an altar richly dight 

Witt ever-burning lamps of silver pale. 
And silver cross, and chalice licavfMily bright, 

Before wtose beam a sinful heart might quail, 

And sinful eye to bear its beauty fail. 
It was, I ween., that gracious implement 

Of heavenly love, the three-times hallow'd Graylo 
To Britain's realm awhile in mercy lent, 
Till fin defiled the land, and lust, incontinent. 

Strange things of that time-honour' d urn were told, 

For youth it wont in aged limbs renew, 
And kindle life in corpses deadly cold ; 

1 ea palsy warmth, and fever coolness drew, 
While faith knelt gazing on its heavenly hue. 
For not with day's reflected beam it shone, 

Nor fiery radiance of the teper's blue ; 
lint from its hollow rim around was thrown 
A soft and sunny light, eternal and its own. 

And many a riven helm around was hung, 

And many a shield reversed, a-id shiver'd spear, 
And ii:'iii(jiir to the pi^sin^ foot-lops l-nssr. 

And crowns that paynim kings were wont to wear ; 

Rich crowns, strange arms, but shatter'd all and sere ; 
Lo ! this the chapel of that table round, 

And shrine of Arthur and his warriors dear; 
Where vent'rous knight.? by secret oaths were bound, 
And, bless'd by potent, prayers, ilie'r foeroen to confound. 



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Nor less the scene such solemn use became, 

Whose every wall in freshest colours dight, 
Display'd in form, in feature, and in name, 

The lively deeds of many a faithful knight ; 

And told of many a hardly fonghten fight 
Against the heathen host in gory field ; 

Of those who reap renown with falchion bright, 
Or list in war the ponderous axe to wield, 
Or press the courser's flank with spear and shield. 

The strippling conqueror of a giant foe, 
Beloved of Heaven, was David there to see, 

And wallowing wide the headless hulk below ; 
And there the self-devoted Maccabee, 
Content in death to leave his Israel free, 

Sustain'd unmoved the towered elephant, 
With javelin planted firm, and bended knee ; 

And grimly smiling on the monster's vaunt, 

Slaying, was nobly slain, a martyr militant. 

There too, she mark'd, in blood-red colours writ, 
The Christian conqueror of British line, 

Who seem'd aloft in golden car to sit, 
llais'd on the ruins of an idol shrine, 
Lord of the earth, resistless Constantine ! 

And blazing high above his chosen head, 
The meteor cross shed forth its light divine : 

That that great dragon shook with guilty dread. 

And all his countless host from forth the heaven fled. 



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Nor less her own paternal Carmelide, 

With arms begirt, and warrior faces round ; 

Nor less the queen with greedy wonder eyed 
The giant form, whose uncouth mantle, bound 
With beards of captive monarchs, swept the ground. 

Vain-glorious Ryence ! him the Christian host 

With plunging spears in Mersey's current drown'd; 

Who, wading through the river depths, almost 

Had stemm'd th' indignant wavo, and reaeh'd the farther coast 

But oh, what rage of waT ! what ghastly blows ! 

Where silver Avon ran with sanguine hue ; 
And fierce in fight the youth of Denmark rose, 

And Arthur's strength his deadly falchion drew. 

Her own brave lord Ganora there might view, 
As 'mid the meaner trees a kingly oak; 

How fast the fire-sparks from his armour flew ; 
How from his courser's panting side the smoke ; 
How high he bare his targe, how rose at every stroke 1 

Around the king, behind him and before. 

Red ran the tide of death, and dark the throng ; 
And Merlin there his dragon standard bore. 

Scattering dismiiy Lhe mailed ranks among ; 

A living standard, whose biibrked tongue 
Hiss'd with strange mngiu. and its brazen eye 

Darted pernicious rays of poison strong ; 
Als were its tlireatful spires uplifted high, 
And wings of molten brass outspread in air to fly. 



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Strange was it to behold the <■ 1 i Hi n liter's mien, 
Whose robe of various colour? wildly roll d, 

And. naked limbs in battle seldom seen, 
And magic girdle nil of graven gold, 
In uncouth wise his prophet frenzy told. 

Swart was his visage, and his raven hair 

Hung loose arid long in many a tangled laid; 

And his large eyeballs, with unearthly stare, 

Flash 'd on the withering host a wild portentous glare. 

Fast by that fiend-born sire was Gawain placed, 

Gawain the gentlest of the knightly throng, 
With ladies' love, and minstrel honour graced, 

The good, the brave, the beautiful, the strong ; 

And, breathing fury, Morlred spurr'd along ;— 
Sir Modred, sternest of the table round, 

Injurious chief, who reck'd nor right nor wrong; 
Yet forward in bis suzerain's service found, 
And next to Arthur's self for princely lineage erown'd. 

But who is he ? the chief whoso single might 
Girt by the Saxon host in desperate ring, 

With slender lance redeems the reeling fight, 

While death and conquest, poised on dubious wing, 
Hung o'er the strife his valour witnessing ? 

Cleft is his helmet, and his sanguine cheer 

And beardless cheeks betoken manhood's spring, 

Ah well-known glance, ah form to memory dear, 

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Was it a dream I her unassured eye 

Paused on tlie form atvhiie— awlrl'e withdraw; 

She oliafes her lids their perfect sense to try ; 
It was no dream ! alas, too well she knew 
The looks of auburn and the eyes of blue, 

And, her own work, the scarf and broider'd vest ! 
And her ears tingled, and a death-like dew 

Through her cold marrow thrilled and quivering breast, 

And suffocating sobs the abortive shriek supprest. 

When overpast was that strong agony, 

And donbt and (w.r resumed their blended reign, 

She on that arraa bent her frenzied eye, 

And line retraced; am! well-known line again, 
" His locks were auburn, these a darker grain ; 

Fair is yon knight, yet sure than him less fair. 
Yon shield, yon crownet mark a prineely strain. 

And stemeT seems that brow." Ah, fruitless care I 

That lip ! those eyes ! that searf I his pictured self is there! 

"And art thou he?" for o'er his conquering head, 

In Gothic letters all of silver bright, 
That chieftain's woven name Ganora read, 

" And art thou he, thy sovereign's darling knight, 

The wise in court, the matchless in the fight, 
Strength of our Logvian land in danger's hour I 

O Lancelot ! (if thus I read aright 
Thy lordly style,) 'mid pomp, and wealth, and power, 
Full soon hast thou forgot thy humble village flower ! " 



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" Yet Arthur cull'd that flower ! " (a female ire 
Flush'd in her cheek, and sparkled in her eye] 

"Yet Albion's lord could this poor form desire; 
And thou shalt view thy rustic Emily 
In pomp of queenly state enthroned high ! 

Then, Cadwal, skill thy soul new pangs endure, 
And in each slighted charm, new grace descry, 

And, scorn'd in turn — Ah passion hard to cure t 

Break, break my tempted heart while yet my will is pi 

Thus raved she long, till from her throbbing breast 
Exhausted passion loos'd his iron sway, 

And holier thoughts her struggling soul possest, 
And that pure chalice with its saintly ray, 
And that still chapel turned her heart to pray. 

So prostrate at the marble altar's base, 

With floating locks and folded hands she lay ; 

And moistening « it.li her Lars the sacred place, 

Clung to the silver cross with Magdalen embrace. 

So by that heavenly toil re-comforted, 
She, slowly rising from the sacred ground, 

Dried her moist eye, with streaming anguish red, 
And those loose locks in decent fillet bound, 
And cast, in matron iruisc, her man lie round, 

And forth she went ; yet ere the morrow's light, 
She of her maidens fit occasion found 

To ask the lineage of " that absent knight, 

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" He of the Lake, 11 hose empty scat was placed, 
And In the hall his banner waving wide, 

A. golden hound with che<pier'd collar graced, 

And the broad field with seeming verdure dyed ? " 
To whom the young Ygwerna swill replied, 

With arched brows and finger pointing sly, 

" Oh who shall dare to praise that chief of pride, 

Who, when the jealous Gwendolen is nigh, 

Whois: prod'er'd love lie meets with so cold courtesy : 

,: Prevail ) gwema ! " Clwniilolnii rcjoin'd, 

" "By forged tales to shroud thy secret care ! 
Who more than thou the myrtle branch has twined, 

And ring'd with flowery wreath his auburn air? 

Ah wooing vainly spent ! some absent fair 
lias o'er the warrior hung her silken chain ; 

Witness the purple scarf he loves to wear, 
Witness his wanderings o'er the nigkly plain, 
Witness Ygwerna's love and Lancelot's disdain ! " 

Ganora sigh'd ; but all unmark'd the sigh 

As Gwendolen pursued her eager word ! 
" Oh lady mine, long were the history 

To reckon up the praise of that young lord, 

In Logris and in distant Gaul ador'd, 
And sprung iron- elder kind's of Brutus' race ; 

But changeful fate, and war with ruthless sword 
Could ancient 'fribles' goodly towers deface, 
And poppies wave the head in the tall banner's place. 



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"When bloody Claudas sack'd the Aimorie shore, 

The sire of Laura-lot his sceptre held, 
For wealth renown'd, Tor urinous wisdom more, 

And the fair peace of honourable eld. 

But the base rabble from his rule repell'd, 
And ancient Can, no longer prompt to bear 

(As when at Carohaise, the foe he quell' d) 
The conquering falchion and the pennon'd spear, 
Fled from his dangerous throne to wood and desart drear. 

" There, wretched sire, by daily wrath pursued, 
Himself, his infant heir, and beauteous dame, 

A shelter seeking in the solitude. 

To a wild cave with painful travel came, 
Where toil and grief opprost his hoary frame : 

A little space with arms to Heaven spread, 
A little space, on cities wrapt in flame ; 

And ravaged fields, he gazed, but nothing said, 

Then in his Helen's arms sank down his dying head, 

" She, chafing his cold brows, and with her tears 

Moistening in vain the breast was ever true, 
Nor space, nor leisure found for other fears ; 

But when her mueli-loved lord deceased she knew, 

All wildly frantic thro' the desart flew, 
.lieekless of him who, 'mid the Lushes laid, 

Her sleeping babe, a faery's pity drew ; 
Who haply wandering through the twilight glade 
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" Beneath the hollow waters is her home. 

Upbuilt with arched waves of crystal cold, 
Where never wight of mortal seed should come. 

let did sin; there- the beauteous inline, hold, 
And train' d in kn-giilly Ion; aid pastimes bold ; 
But luckless Helen, dame disconsolate) 

When late her loss returning reason told, 
Sought the sad shelter of a convent grate, 
And wept with live-!on;: grief her boy's untimely fate. 

" Him, when his vigorous youth was ripe for war, 
And downy check was cloth'd in darker sliade, 
On airy wheels and dragon-yoked car, 

To Arthur's court his cliin nurse eonvcy'd, 

In polish 'd arms of maiden white array'd, 

And silver shield as priuuuiy youth became ; 

Who si:iee i.ir.t.am'i], uun.vaU'd. uneisnmv'n 1 
In tourney strife and war's il-ustrious game, 
Has borne from every knight the foremost meed of fame." 

" All otherwise I deem," Ganora cried, 

"Nor him account the best and bravest knight 

Who, wrapt in sordid gain or warrior pride, 
Is dead to ladies' pain and love's delight." 
" Ah who," said Gwendolen, " shall read aright 

The close-kept, secret of u hero's love I 

Yet some have said, in uiLigic beauty '.'i'!e;hf. 

His elfin dame lias power his mind to move, 

And urge his pensive steps along the twilight grove." 



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A livi<l blush the queen's pale face o'erspread, 
" Yet, yet areail, where is thai, faery's wmi ? ''' 

" Ah who shall tell her haunt," the maiden said, 
" Who in the desart water dwells alone, 
Or under hollow hill or cavern M stone? 

Yet beauteous Derwent ddiras Iter ehiefest grace." 
Ganora heard, but answer made she none, 

And with her keiviiiti slirouclinir close her face, 

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THK MASQUE OK (JWENDOLKS. 



Enter two Gnblins bearing a casket. 

UitwJokm. What forms arc those? 

Goblin. Spirits of nether ei 

Are we, and servants to the mighty Merlin. 
From whom, we briir thesf trtusurca to his bride. 
Or ere the raven twice hath ilapi her wing- 
He will himself be here. 

Gwendolen. Good angels guard me ! 

Enter two Sj'lplis an-1 tint Sin Nymphs. 

Nymphs of air and ancient sea, 
Bridal gifts we bring to thee ! 
Lo these plumes of rich device, 
Pluck'd from birds of paradise ! 



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Lo, these drops of essence rare, 
Shook from a wand'ring meteor's hair ! 
Nymphs of air and ancient sea, 
tucli ike gifts we bring to thee! 

Take these shells, approach them, near, 
And they shall murmur in thine ear 
Tunes that lull the slumbering sea 
iluiv ilian mermaid's harmony 1 
Take these pearls, no diving-slave 
Drags their like from ocean cave, — 
Nymphs of air and ancient sea, 
Such can only bring to thee. 

Enter two Geiiii of Fire with a vase. 
Tird (.Uitb.'.s. Loveliest of mortal mould! distant v 

Lest our hot breath should mar thy snowy skin, 

Or scorch thy raven locks ! We are of fire 

The swarthy ministers, whose active heat 

Is as the soul of earth and sea and air ; 

Who sow the seeds of gold, who give the diamond 

Its eye of flame, and wake the carbuncle 

To rival day. Of such strange alchemy 

We bring thee tokens ; and before thy feet 

Bow down our crisped heads, and in the dust 

Abase our terrors ! 



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Mine empire at thy feet? All thou hast seen 

Are but the least of wonders. Toiling fiends 

Shall sweat to work thy bidding, and their claws 

Rend from the greedy earth its buried treasure, 

And drag the deep for thee. The sylphs of air 

Shall fan thy slumber, and their viewless harps 

Pour on thy waking ear strange melody. 

The elfin nations, with fresh herbs and flowers, 

Shall in thy chambers keep perennial spring ; 

And the wild mermaid sleek, with coral comb 

Thy dark and perfumed tresses. Seek'st thou more ? 

More is in Merlin's power ! Be thou my bride, 

And I will place thee on a regal throne 

Of solid adamant, hill above hill. 

Ten furlongs high, to match whose altitude 

Plinlimmon fails, and Idris' stony chair 

Sinks like an infant's bauble ; there, enshrin'd 

A queen and goddess, shall the elements 

Wait on thee, and the countless multitude 

Of Genii worship thee supreme in hell ! 

I pause for thy reply. 

Gwendolen. This then it is: 

Thy power I know not, but thine art I know 
For most unholy, and thy person hateful ! 
I own my folly, with remorse I own it, 
Which play'd with such a visitor ; but mine ears 
Drank in thy wisdom,— and it soothed my pride 
To see the powers of magic tax'd for me, 
And the strong features of a face like thine 
Relaxing in my presence ! This forgive me ! 



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My last request ! Kay look not thus on me 
Nor press my hand I I may not dally la'i^i 



Merlin. Ah, do not raise the fiend, within my soul, 
Nor arm, sweet petulance, against thyself 
My worser nature 1 In this nigged breast 
The heart which Ui:"obs is Etna's earthy lire, 
Which, unprovok'd and slumbering in its strength, 
Ttejoiceth Ceres, and with fresher flowers 
To Enna's valley lures back Proserpine : 
But, if it burst its bounds, hath hellish mettle 
Which is most dangerous ! I was not made 
To soothe a lady's scorn, or woo her lattice, 
What time the cold moon on her garden bower 
Flickers in silver whiteness, and the winds 
Uli-iiil with mine amorous harp's satUisiiiibv; 
My love or vcngi'a'K'e mrist be gratified.— 
Wherefore, proud dame, I say to thee, Be wise! 
In love immatch'd, in hate unmatchable, 
I have done that ere now which mine own eyes 
Have wept to look upon. My Father's spirit 
Is blent with mine, and schools me to such horrors ! 
Wherefore, I charge thee as thou lov'st thyself, 
Ik: timely wise ' One little moment more, 
I fed the demon rush into my soul, 
And prayer will then be vain ! Be wise ! Be wise ! 

Gwendolen. Oh horror, horror ! Oh for leprosy 
To scathe this fatal form ! oh that the veil 
Wherewith I shroud me from thy dreaded glance, 
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Were some wild thicket, some brake-tangled wood 

Where this poor head might shelter,— where no Coot 

Of man approacheth ; that myself were made 

A. thing of loathing and of natural horror. 

Such as is pain to look on ! — better so 

Than thus to tempt tliy wooing : take me, throw me 

To the wild boaT, or where the lioness 

Seeks for her brindled young their human banquet ; 

Yea, rather marry me to death, and make 

My bridal bed within ihc si-pu.k:hi\;. 

Than bid me mount with thee thy guilty throne I 

lU'.'i-liri. Thy wish be on thine head, and thine own curse 
Feed on thee till it waste thee ! Exquisite maid ; 
Ev'n in the bitterness of my revenge 
I love thy graceful passion! But n:iy sire 
WiiMSi! flumes now burn, within me, goads my purpose 
To wittier malice ! Shroud thee in thy veil, 
Oh my fair enemy ; — for that withdrawn. 
Thy L';,i:(r shall never win a suitor more ! 

Hear, spirits, hear! — [Thunder. 

I fix on thee 

Curses, curses, one, two, three ! 

Fouler than a grandaroe ape, 

Be thy features and thy shape ; 

Be thy face, so fresh and fair, 

Worse than those of furies are ; 

Be thy snowy forehead dark, 

And rougher than the maple bark ; 

In the greenwood range alone 

Thy disastrous lot to moan ; 



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Lion wild and bristly boar. 
Let them, fly thy face before ; 
And the wolves that round thee prowl, 
More from fear than hunger howl; 
As a thing most scorn'd and hated, 
And with demons only mated, 
Every kindly creature shun thee : 
And tins burden he upon, thee, 
Till a youth of form divine, 
Sprung from Brutus' ancierd hue, 
Of beauty careless, and delight, 
Shall woo thee to the nnptial rite ; 
Shall his arms around thee twine, 
Shall his warm lips press to thine, 
And sign thee with the holy sign ! 

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arfrep as tran,yvr/atd hij Merlin. Tlirei 
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Rest thee on this mossy pillow 

Till the moniiie li:;lil I 
Softly wave this whispering willow 

O'er thy bed to-night ! 
Every mortal grief forsake thee 
As our drowsy spells o'crtake IIipr, 
Nought from blessed sleep awake thee 

Till the momiti.ij; lr.da '. 



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Enter Titan u, 
Tilania. Spirits, well done ! for not of ruthless mood 
Are we, the rangers of the nightly wood. 

\\ here found ye this sad maid ? 

First Fairy. Down in yon dell 

We found her, where the moonbeams brightest fell • 
i'or Cynthia inark'd her with benignant eve. 
And mourn'd. melhought, a virgin's misery. 
We inark'd her too, with what intense despair 
She. seatter'd on the winds her raven hair, 
Invoking death : then with accurst intent 
Of wilder madness, to the late she went ; 
But, bending o'er its mirror, shriek'd to spy 
In that wild glass her own deformity, 
And fled apace. Anon, amid the brakes, 
Like some pursued fawn a lair she makes, 
And shrouding with Leo' furry gown those eyes 
Which not the curse of Merlin could disguise-, 
As at herself she trembled, till her grief 
Found in a flood of gracious tears relief. 

Titania. Poor wretch I ye soothed her, then ? 

First Fairy. Her tears we dried. 

And pluck'd the brambles from her bleeding side ; 
O'er her hot brain a grarefi;] vapour threw, 
And sprinkled every limb villi drowsy dew ; 
Then bore her slumb'ring to (his green retreat, 
And with star-jelly eoo'.'d her blister':] leei. 
And scatter'd every flower of purple dye, 
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Tdania. Well have ye done ! Sleep on, poor Gwendolen, 
The hour of re tri bull tin is arrived, 
And Merlin hath no longer power to harm. — 
FiM Fairy. Is Merlin dead? 

THama. Ev'n now I heard the yell 

Of ghastly merriment ; in upper air 
The fiends keep holiday. I knew their song, 
A song of triumph : " Merlin is no more ! 
Merlin, the mighty one! Haste, haste to meet him, 
Ye rulers of the damn'd, and open wide 
Your everlasting gates, to entertain 
The master of the spell ! Such charms no more 
Shall tax our labours till the final doom ! " 
First Fairy. How died he ? Say — 
Titania. By female wiles he fell. 

She of the Lake, his elfin paramour. 
Jealous of his late wanderings, — In a tomb, 
(First having won by sugar' d blandishment 
From his dark soul the unutterable name 
Which all things fear in hell, in earth and heaven,) 
Inclosed the struggling wizard. Nine long nights 
Within the rock the fairies heard him moan, 
The tenth was silence ! 

First Fairy. May the merciless 

Such fate meet ever ! But, our Gwendolen, 
Is she now free? 

Titania. The Fates their course must have, 

And Merlin's spells have power beyond the grave. 
But Heaven, and those bright stars whose golden eyes 
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An equal lot of weal and woe prepare 
To Harlech's virgin and to Albion's heir. 
For this I came to shed a soft controul 
Of Heavenly wisdom o'er her sleeping soul ; 
And bring to mind whate'er of secret lore 
She from her wizard lover learnt before. 
But soft, she stirs, — oar potent pharmacy 
Has roused her dream, and oped her sealed eye. 
Vanish, kind fays — our forms she must not spy ! 

Gwendolen. Oh sacred hour of retribution. 
Foredoom'd to dry the wretch's tear, 
And rectify this dark confusion. 
Of earthly sin and shame and fear ; 
And art thou then a fond delusion 
Around our slumber hoverinsr near. 
Of Heavenly bliss a blest infusion 
Too holy to be tasted here? 
Oh, in my dreams I feel them, see them ! 
The days of bliss return again, 
Aa victor angels tread beneath them, 
The snare of fiends, the rage of men ! 
And evermore a sweet delusion 
Above my slumber hovers near; 
And tells of holy retribution, 
Aiiil chidi's ray doubt and soothes my fear: 
I wake — and all is dark and drear. 
The oak wood rustles overhead ; 
The aspen sheds its foliage sere 
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Before the melancholy blast 

Autumnal clouds are driving fast ; 

For canopy of state I see 

The white moon ^!ii'iini^in2; through the tree; 

I tremble as with woman, fear 

The wolf's approaching howl I hear ; 

In sickening doubt I turn mine eyes 

From mine own self thus hideous grown ; 

And, ranging, in this goblin o-uisc. 

The thorny brake, unseen, unknown, 

[ curse my sleep, whose magic power 

Hath mock'd with bliss mv hopeless In-art, 

And trebly eurse my waking hour, 

Which bade that fancied bliss depart ; 

And doubt, so quick the changes seem. 

If this or that were all a dream. 

Alas! how know we which is true, 

The night or day, the sun or shade, 

The forms which glide in long review. 

Before out eyes in sIjolIjct l;i'n. 

Or those our waking scenes renew ? 

Was it a dream that Harlech's hall 

Received my wandering steps again, 

As throbb'd my heart at rapture's call, 

More rapt'roua from remember'd pain ! 

On my cold cheek in joyful thrill. 

My brother's tear, I feel it still ; 

Aiid, closer to my heart than he, 

The youth's warm kiss who set me free ! 

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Of mourning weeds and desert wild j 

Of whistling wind in hawthorn bough ; 

Of form by magic curse denied ? 

Come, pitying death, dissolve the strife, 

— And wake me from the trance of life I 

A footstep in the wood ! an armed man, 

And hither bound I Retire thee, Gwendolen. 

Yet, what hast thou to fear ? Thine alter'd form 

Is safe from the worst danger, and thy life, 

Not worth the keeping, mocks hia cruelty. — 

Yet must I hide me— lend me your shade, kind boughs, 

To shade this hideous face from earth and Heaven ! 



Arthur on Lis t/ii-um; Lli:ivk:.i.:.> in rhah.r, CJuarils, Jiir. tn:. 

Arthur. How wears the time ? 

Kay. The sun hath well nigh scaled 

The pinnacle of Heaven. 

Arthur. Oh say not so : — 

Is it indeed so late '—Where art thou, Gawain, 
Too slow to save thy friend ? Ah, cursed oath ! 
Which stops the mouth of mercy, and but leaves 
A barren grief to after penitence — 
That I might now recall thee ! Yet again 
Be it proclaim' d,— if that mortal tongue 
Can solve our oracle— and solving save 
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Is tax'd for their reward. Still, still,— all still ! 
Oh, good Llcweflin, when the headsman's blow 
Redeems mine oalli, my hoary hairs shall follow 
(Believe it) to the grave. Oh, that thy wrath 
Had cool'd betimes, or mine. Pardon, oh pardon ! 
As I forgive thee thine unruly brow 
Triumph ant o'er mint age, thy words of fire 
And looks of mutiny, such as no king 
Can brook without resistance, — pardon thou 
The rashness of mine oath, whieh sends thy youth 
Untimely to the tomb. 

LUwellin. My parting prayer 

Waits on your silver locks; lie brief good king; 
Dismiss a soul which on its tiptoe stands 
Ivuc'i-king v. !li:;ivi:ii's high gate's. ( have met death 
In uglier shapes before, nor find I now, 
Save in this tardiness, his teeth or sting. 
Have with you, headsman. 

Arthur. Stay, I charge ye, stay ! — 

A noise— I hear it well, — a horse's tread 
As one in speed — and hark that shout, Heaven ! 
Eun some of ye and learn. (Cnj without.) 

Long live Earl Gawain ! 

Arthur. Welcome, brave nephew, 
Now more than ever welcome ; have ye sped? 
Is mine oath cancell'd? — is the prisoner free? 
Until Merlin told his secret? 

Gawain. He hath borne 

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Nor can T.lewellin claim a further sun ten ft; 

Than Heaven hath pass'd on Merlin. 1 my liege, 

Strange things have chanced, which at fitting season 

I shall unfold. Now to my chiefest care. 

Unlock these rivets, jailoT, for thy charge 

By Arthur's oath is free ; — Arthur hath sought 

What women mostly crave ; — my answer follows. 

Power is their passion. From the lordly dame 

To the brown maid tha tends the harvest-field, 

They prize it most. Wherefore is pleasure scorn 'd, 

Bnt to increase their sway P— why riches lavish'd, 

But as an argument of queenly state ? 

Wherefore is virtue seorn'd ? why vice thouaht comely ': 

But for the pride of taming him whose wiles 

Have ruin'd many,- — why is bciiuiy mair'd 

By ceruse or by corset? — wherefore love 

Led like a blithe and perfumed sacrifice 

To l'lin^us' altar, hut in hope *o reign ? — 

Ye have mine answer.— 

Arthur. Loose Llewellin's chain 1 

Gawain, thou hast thine earldom. Valiant friends, 
This day be peace to all. Let me embrace you 
With penitent fondness. Ah ! what ghastly spectre 
Troubles our happiness ? — V,m\ tills be human ! 
She kneels, she holds a ring — 

Gwendolen. A boon, a boon 

From Arthur and from Gawain ! What I am. 
What I have done, he knows, — What he hath sworn, 
This ring be witness. 

Gawain. I acknowledge all, 



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And nobody will repay thee. Come, to-morrow,— 
To-day, — tills even, — only scare not now 
This royal presence. 

Gwendolen. I saved thy friend, 

I brought thine earldom back ; my wisdom sounde 
The craft of Merlin ; and the gratci'ui Gawam 
(For he was grateful then) sware by his sword, 
This ring his sponsor, — to reward my pains 
With whatsoe'er I ask'd. I ask it now, 
Jkibn; the king — my hire, my righteous hire 
Such as a knight must pay. 

Gawain. Ask and receive ! 

I own my oath, — and though my colder blood 
Thrills to its fountain at thy gaze, and nature 
Forebodes of something monstrous in thy soul, 
Which I may shrink to answer — I have sworn ; 
And bid me tame the brindled paid, or keep 
Mine unarm'd vigil in a dragon's den, — 
Be the king witness, and this table round, 
I will perform thy bidding ; speak and obtain. 

Gwendolen. Give me thyself, — be thou mine hi 
G a wain 1 
What ! scared already,— hast thou sworn in vain ? 
Am I so monstrous P— Oh, I feel I am I 
Yet have I saved thy friend. 



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All, all is thine ! — for me, I mount my steed 

And ramble forth io-iiedu, an errant warrior, 
To see thy face no more. — 

Gwendolen, Alas for me ! 

Is this a marriage ? — thus did Grawain swear, 
To mock me with himself,— to leave me thus, 
His lawful partner, to the scoffs of men, 
And the constructions of a peevish world. 
Weak and defenceless, caddies?, hu-lmndlfss? 
Oh, my goad lord, — shall it bis said this face 
Has robb'd my country of ils bravest knight ? 
And shall the Saxon, and the ruthless Dane, 
Triumphant in your absence, thank the foulness 
Of Gawain's countess for their victory 1 
Par be such curse from me ! If I am loathed, 
Beyond endurance loathed, — command me hence, 
And I forsake your roof;' — I know my duty ; 
And your poor witV. ironi forth her wilderness, 
Shall bless and pray for Gawain. 

Gamain. Nay, not so ; 

For I have sworn to shield thee ; rest thee here, 
And ev'n in absence shall mine ( ye behold 
Thy comforts and thy saff t.y ; weep not, dame, 
I am thy guardian, and will well discharge 
A guardian's office. Friendship may be ours, 
Thy form forbids not that. What — weeping still ! 
I will not leave thee ; — with, a brother's /.cal 
For thy past service done 1 will watch oveT thee. 
Be of good courage,- — come, one kiss of peace 
To seal our bargain. Hateful ! horrible ! 



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Ami <lo5l ihou cling around me, cursed fiend, 
To drag me to perdition ! Out, aroint ! 
For in God's name I charge thee set me free, 
And by this holy sign ! 

Gwendolen. Oh, bless'd be thou ! — 

Turn, Gawain, turn ! 

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SElilO-COlfIC o 



A Cmtrt-;iii.r<! injure Fadlaluh's Htmse. 
Tadlal/nl. Good neighbour, be quiet ! — my word is a 

I have said that my daughter shall wed the Bashaw ! 

Selim. But, neighbour, your promise ! 

Fadlallak. My promise ! go to ! 

With Mm, must I break it to keep it with you ? 

Selim. You promised me first ! 

Fadlallak. But I promised him since ! 

And what saith the Koran? " Speak truth to thy prince!" 

Selim. You swore by the Prophet 1 

Fadlallak I tell thee, forbear ! 

In abundance of words is abundance of care ! 
And again saith the KoTan, in Surah the third, 
" Confine not thy neighbour too close to his word ! " 

Selim. Would you yield to this monster your Fatima's 
life? 
Why, he eats every night for his supper a wife ! 



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Fadlallali. Mere libellous nonsense ! I tell thee, Selim. 
I know nothing less like a monster than hhn ! 

AijCflm. 01:, father ! but think on his whiskers of blue ! 
Fadlallah. I tell you, the man is as rich as a. Jew ! 
I wish I could find such a husband for you ! 

Selim. Allow mc, at least, to take leave of the maid ! 
Fadl'i'luli.. You may do as you please — I shall not be 

No daughter of mine lias a spirit so mean, 
To prefer her kab-kabs to a gilt palankeen : 
To trudge to the baths with no soul iu her train, 
And wrapp'd in a shawl from the wind anil the rain. 
When she might, if she pleased, on an elephant ride, 
With trumpets before her and troops by her side, 
And sweep through tlie streets like a lady of honour, 
Dwarfs, negroes, and eunuchs attendant upon her. 
Selim! — I once loved you. Be but a good boy, 
1 'IJ speak to the Bashaw to give yon employ. 
But my daughter's affianced ! 

Selim. Says I'alinnt so ? 

Jfalima. I am but the slave of my father, you know, 
I must do as he wills, or with you, my Selim, 
A cottage were mere than a palace with him ! 
But, alas, 'tis in vain I and, since love is denied, 
I must fold my pale form in the mantle of pride,— 
Must loll on my couch with an indolent mien, 
Of a heart- chilling harem the heart-broken queen, 
And trifle the time while my tyrant reposes, 
With diamonds, and arrack, and attar of roses ! 



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210 BLUE-BEARD. 

Selim. I cannot endure it ! The Bashaw I '11 meet, 
I '11 fling myself down in the dust at his feet, 
I '11 tell him our story. 

Fatima. Ilia heart is of steel ! 

Selim. By Allah ! my dagger shall force him to feel ! 
I '11 drag from his horse the oppressor, and then — 

Fatima. A peasant ! and light with a leader of men ! 
You can but fall a victim, to numbers, and I ! — 
I never will live to look on, when you die ! 
Farewell, — be resign'd— take this ring for a token ; 
So long as its stone is unblench'd and unbroken, 
You may know that 1 live — that I 'm well — -that I bear 
Tn peace and in patience the load of despair. — 
But if once its smooth s-.ui'aoo begins to decay, 
And the tint of the ruby to vanish away. 
You may learn that my life is in danger, and — pray ! 

Beta*. Yet, yet there is hope ! I have told you before, 
My mother's an Arab, and born in Mount Hor ; 
Her kindred disownM hor i'';)' u adding a clown ; 
But my uncle the Shtlch, as he rmsa'd by our town, 
Half-famish' d, half-naked, hard press'd by the foe, 
Was pleased for a moment his pride to forego, 
To be fed, clot.lii.-d. ami diolterAI, as best we were able ; 
To be warm'd by our hearth, to be hid in out sta-ile , 
And to say, on the morrow, as grimly he smiled, 
He would " make me a man if I came to the wild ! " 
In less than three days I can reach his retreat ; 
I'll tell him my sorrows, fall down at his feet. 
He hates Abou Jtalck 1 

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211 



Our tyrant so mighty, Ma people ao few ? 

He may rifle a pilgrim, set fire to a village, 

Or threaten the Monks of Mount Sinai with pillage ;— 

But to cope with a Bashaw ! 

Selim. No matter, I '11 try ! 

[Martial mviio at a distance. 

Fatima. Good Heaven— they are here ! if you value mo, 
fly! 

Enter Fadlallah. 

Fadlallah. In, into the house, silly girl !— By my beard, 
This moment the sound of a trumpet I heard : 
Would you stand in the court with no veil on your face, 
When his highness, your hnskind, rides into the place ? 
In, in — get the clothes on he sent you this morning ! 
And, neighbour, kind neighbour, I give you fair warning, 
If longer in sight of my door I survey yon, 
I '11 speak to my son-in-law's worship to flay you ! 

[Exeunt severally 1'viiiiA and StLiM. 
Abm Midek UjieitlMitj wiikuui). Sound, trumpets, a 
halt! My Albanians may wait, 
Drawn up in two lines, from the bridge to the gate ! 
Let none dare to enter! [Entering. 

Well, father-in-law. 
Fadlallah. I hope that your highness will pardon the 
awe — [Hesitating. 

Unprepared as I am, unnccustom'd to view 
The shadow of one so illustrious as yon ! 
Oh, Lnd! I'm afraid of those whiskers of blue! [Aside. 
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212 BLEEVBEA.IU>. 

But 'tis gone from me clean what I 'd gotten by heart. 
When; was I? — Oh now— [Aloud. 

Will your highness he pleased— 
Abou Malek. Slave, infidel, hound ! am I thus to be 
teased 
With your bowing and criii<rinir, and kneeling, and talking, 
Detaining me here from night until dawning? 
Go, call out your daughter, 'tis her that I seek, — 
But you, if I let you, would chatter this week ! 

Fadlallah (aside). His highness is hasty. — I dare not 
complain. 
But 'tis hard that my speech should lie studied in vain. 

Abou Malek. "What have I forgot ?— I return to the gate 
To give out some orders.— Your daughter may wait. [Exit. 
Fadlalluk. lie 's a Bashaw indeed ! — How I envy his 
b-lute 1 
How noble Iris action ! — ■" Tour daughter may wait ! " 

Kv.ttr 1'ai niA or-.d Avisin. 

Come, Fatima, girl, and give thanks on your knee 
Por a husband so kind, condescending, and free ! 
" Good father-in-law," said his highness to me, 
"You speak like an angel, good-father-in-law ; " 
He 's the civilest gentleman ever I saw ; 
And by the same token will make mo a Cadi, 
So soon as my daughter comes out aa his lady ! — 
What— weeping, you. fool ? By the Caaba, I 'd tear, 
If it were not for rumpling that head-dress, your hair 1 
I 'd make you come out by the head and the shoulder ! 
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Ayeslia. And that 's what I told her ! 

I 'm sure she has plenty to make her content. 
Do look at the Ihhigs n li'"ch the Bashaw has sent ! 
Sueh silks and such kmcobs, such collars of pearl ! 
She looks like a Peri far more than a girl. 
And I, her poor bride-maid, by all am confess'd 
As sweetly, though not so expensively dress'd. 
Come, keep up your spirits ! do, "Fatima, do i 
I don't think his whiskers so frightfully blue ! 

Re-enter Aeou Milek. All hied. 

All hail T.crd of Damascus! 

Abon Maiek. Young woman, I come, 

According to promise, to carry you home. 
Your sister goes with you. Of coarse you are ready. — 
Black eunuchs without ! form a guard for your lady !— 
Come, kiss me ! I like you 1 

FaUnta. Tn mercy forbear ! 

Despise me, and fix your affections elsewhere ! 

Fn-flliiHnlt. Perhaps, if your highness my girls would 
i:r;:cpare, 
This other's as handsome. 

Abou Malek. But less to my taste. — 

Come, Fatima, rise from the ground — I 'm in haste ! 
The affairs of the East on my leisure attend. — 
Fadlallah ! farewell ! kiss with reverence the end 
Of this worshipful linger, which, were the whim in it, 
Might beckon your head from your shoulders this minute. 

Fatiiria. Bashaw ! if pity e'er enter'd your breast ! 



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■iJ-* BLUE-BE AllD. 

Abou Malek. You have reason, I trow, to be sadly 
distress' d ! 
The spouse of a Bashaw, mere maidenish stuff! 
I like you — have houglit you—will keep you, enough ! 



Scene II. — A large Hall ur SU-irrnxe v:li'h r,iamj doors. 

Music and dancing lieard viilJiout. 

Hitter Ajjou Mat.fk, J'atiju, Ayesh*. 

Abov, Malek. I hate all this nonsense !— these gardens of 

These long wedding suppers, how vastly absurd ! 
These verses comparing my spouse to a turtle ! 

I 'm wed to a woman, and not to a bird ! 
I can gaze with delight on her person and graces, 

And hope that the sequel fresh charms will disclose; 
But it bores me to hear such bombastical praises, — 

No nightingale I to be gull'd with a rose ! 
Go — order the minstrels to silence their tabors ! 

Bid the dancing-girls pack up their rags and be gone 1 
Aijeska. Lord sir! you'll offend all your kindred and 
neighbours ; 

The naeh-girls and singers have scarcely beguu! 
I never can find an excuse that is clever — 

They '11 needs see your highness before they retire. 
Abou Malek. Go tell 'em I'm sick— have the plague — 
have a fever ! 



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BLUE-BEARD. li-O 

Say the sherbet is out !— say the Harem 's on fire ! 

[Exit Ay rati a, Hfigeringly. 
I breathe at my ease now Ayesha is gone ! 

born in a cottage, but fit for a throne ! 

You perchance think my manners are rough and austere : 
But why do you tremble ?— ray Houri, draw near ! 

1 have secrets of moment to pour in your ear ! 
Twelve years have 1 languish'd a partner to meet, 
Kind, beautiful, humble, domestic, discreet ; 
Twelve times have I hoped that my labour was sped ; 
Twelve times have I fail' d— for the rest, ask the dead ! 
Twelve damsels in turn — but, alas 1 you have heard 

The crime which has call'd down this curse on my beard ! 
You have heard it ? 

Fatima. Tout highness, I have— but I know 

That slander still follows the mighty. 

Ahw Makk. 'Tis true ! 

Now learn the sad cause !— in my cradle when laid, 
My mother gave alms to a soothsaying maid, 
A. poor crazy wanderer, in ruins that slept, 
And her vigils with Gouls in the monument kept, 
Till her soul, from the haunts of humanity driven, 
Grew skill'd in the visious of Hell and of Heaven, 
And her words of wild raving had power to unfold 
Whatever the eyes of the Prophet behold :— 
She stopt at our cottage, sate down by our door 
(I care not who knows it — my parents were poor, 
I rose by the sabre's adventurous law. 
First robber, then rebel, and last a Bashaw ;) 
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216 BUTE-BEAHD. 

Took the babe in her arms, prest her lips to his head. 
And— Tou mark me ? 

Fa&ma. Intently I 

Abort Malek. She shudder'd and, "Thou! 

Strange matters are written," she cried, "on thy brow ! 

High valour, hi^li tbrv.inr!. untimely o'erthvow! 

Yet, warrior, no he-ivstriii!; shnil bring thee thy doom,— 

No writ of the Sultan conduct to the tomb ; 

Live, live, Abou Malet ! fear'd, honour'd, carest, 

Of the chiefs of the Koran the boldest and best ; 

Pear no sabres tlrat glisten, no bullets that fly, 

Till a bride'a curiosity doom thee to die!" 
i'htiri/a. Strange doom! 
_■/:«'< .\fn ■';■/:. Dost then wort: ler tha'. twdvel have tried? 

Dost thou wonder that they who deceived me have died? 

Let their fate be tby warning ! Last hope of my life, 
Be firm ! and I make thee my queen and my wife ! 
Thou shalt rule o'er our heart, shall rule o'er Damascus, 
Whatever thou seek'st thou hast only to ask us ! 
But first, to thy trial 1 take charge of my keys ; 
Wherever thou will, they admit lh.ee with ease. 
Range at will through ray castle, — iia wealth is thine own! 
But yon south turret chamber must yd be unknown ! 
Do this and be blest ! for three days we must part ; 
Be firm, — or my (lairge)- must smoke in thy heart ! 
Farewell for three days ! 

FaHma. Oh, my Lord, I entreat, 

Show grace to my weakness ! I sink at your feet; 
1 will honour you, love you, obey you, adore ! 
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BLUE -BEARD. 217 

Alton Matelc. It must be ! no move ! [Exit. 

Enter Asesha. 

At/esha. Thank Heaven he is off! I lave heard your 
dispute- 
He a Bashaw, indeed ! A fantastic old brute. 

Fatima. You heard it? 

Ayeska. I listeu'd, my love, at the door— 

I never have met such a monster before. 
Kill a woman for peeping ! why here 's a to-do ! 
I wonder what 's in that same chamber— Don't you ? 

Fatima. Oh, talk not of prying ! 

Ayesha. The Prophet forbid ! 

But — he never could know it, my dear, if we did. 
And now that I look, what a beautiful key ! 
Do, Fatima, trust it a moment with me. [Snatching the key. 

Fatima. What, what are you doing? 

[AyeSHa trim the kc : ) in lit. l:,ob of the. d'jtrr. 

Ayesha. I want to be sure 

If this is the key which belongs to the door- 
It fits, I declare, bke a finger and glove ! 

Fatima. In mercy, return it 1 

Ayesha. Return it, my love ! 

I have not yet turn'd it, — nor do I intend. 
No, child, on my prudence you well may depend! 
I would not for the world — Oh, my stars 1 it is done ! 

\The door Iks <qien with, n trcoimdous sound, v-rcral 
Skeletons seen within. 
The chamber is open, as sure as a gun ; 
And oh ! what an object ! See, Fatima, see ! 



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Oh, shut-to the door ! turn the key, turn the key ! 
Run ! Run for your life — Oh I 

[Fatjha doses the door. 

Fatima. Wretched girl ! we'reundone! 

The key is all bloody ! 

Aye&Ita, Bun, Fatima, run I [Fxeunt. 



Scene ni. — A wild roc/: // Ik'.rrl. leltiwid trees or vegeta- 
tion. At a small, disltuice a cluster of low black Tents. 

Enter SeLim imih a staff, scrip, and bottle for holding water. 

Stlim. To think that my uncle takes pleasure to dwell 
In a country whose hc-at the brat spirit would iy.:t\[ ! 
'Tis true he 's a thief, and of thieves the commander, 
But his quarters would puzzle the best salamander. 
A plague on these flints that have worn out my feet ! 
A plague on these rooks half calcined by the heat ! 
How dreadful these waterless vapours that make, 
To torture the pilgrim, the farce of a lake ! 
Not a tree, not a spring has iliis wilderness in it. 
My pulse beats two hundred and ten in a minute. 
My tongue is on fire, and my brain in a muddle ; 
I would give all the world for a good draught of puddle ! 
Then, when one least thinks of it, comes the Simoom, 
Ami theso sands will supply ine a couch and a tomb ! 
Or, wbo ean be sure but some merciful Shekh, 
For the sake of my garments, may twist off my neck ? — 
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But I doubt that I never shall hit on the track — 
And Fatima ! Thou !— can I leave thee in thrall F 
Cheer up !— a high spirit may scramble through all. 
And— hurrah— I havefound them! dark perch'don the sand 
Like a cluster of ravens, tin; tents are at hand. 
And, sure, that 's my uncle 

Enter Shekh. 

Shehh. Stand, infidel, stand ! 

Stand, slave, and deliver ! 

Selim. "lis vastly distressing, 

That he won't recollect me ! Kind uncle, your blessing ! 

SAeth. Ha, rascal! who art thou? 

Selim. Oh — look not so grim ! 

The son of your sister, your nephew Selim I 
"Destroy not the seed of your father with fear ! 

Sfrekk. Selim, by the prophet ! — and what brings thee 
here? 
Hast thou taken my counsel, and is it thy bent 
To sojourn with us in the shade of the tent ? 
To cast in thy lot with thy friends, and to rear, 
Dimly suon. t.iirous;li tin: hviliiihl, tin: long Arab spiiur : 
To mark from some mountain where, patient and slow, 
The rich-laden caravan circles below ? 
Then spring to thy coursiT, exulting and gay, 
And swift as an eagle diirt down on the prey ! 
Oh, blithe are my pif-i.iniis 0:1 desert and down, 
Far, far from the smoke and the noise of the town ; 
And calm my repose when the carpet is spread, 
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220 IJLUE -BEARD. 

When camel-bells tinkle, and embers burn bright. 
And the tent-curtain flaps in the breezes of night ! 
Though poor my apparel, though scanty my fare, 
A cake on the hearth, and a mantle of hair, 
How sweet is that morsel, how light is that vest, 
And how rich do I feel of this sabre possest ! 

Selim, This is charming, I own ; in tbia tranquil retreat 
You 've the blessings of hunger, of thirst and of heat, — 
May you long time enjoy them ; for me, when I 'm bent 
To taste of these pleasures, I '11 visit your tent. 
But now for protection, dear uncle, I sue — 
You know the Bashaw of Damascus ? 

Shekh. I do. 

Sdrni. The monster has borne off my beautiful bride. 

Shekh. He's perfectly right for himself to provide. 

Selim. Is my uncle in earnest ? 

Sheik. I am, my Selim : 

And, then wilt do right to assassinate him 1 

Selim. By my beard ! I intend it— but how shall I do it ? 

Shekk. Oh just as thou wilt, so thou fairly goest through 
it.— 
Thou may'st shoot him, or stab him, or beat out his brain, 

Selim. But how to get at him ?— your meaning explain, 

Shekh. I have spoken ! — and he who hath purpose to slay, 
If he have but the courage, will find out the way ! 
If thon diest, I '11 avenge thee. 

Selim. far rather defend me ! 

I hoped that the spears of Mount II or would befriend me ! 
You have eaten our salt, have been warm'd at our fire, 
And there flows in my veins of the blood of your sire, 



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To a castle in Hauran, if truth is in fame, 
Aliou iliiiijk lih^. bonu: my disconsolate dame. 
The walls are not strong, and the garrison few. 
What say you to shoeing tkoac whiskers of blue? 
Will you aid my revenge : 

Sliekh. I don't care if I do. 

First come to the tent, share my bread and my water, 
And the moon of to-morrow sba.i %ht i;~ to slaughter. 

Selim. Oil, pause not a moment ! 

SheJch. And why, my Selim ? 

Selim. The ring on my finger ! its ruby grows dim ! 
She dies, — she is bleeding, — I see by the stone ! 
Oh, haste, or I fiy to her rescue alone! 

Ske/ck. By my head — a brave youth ! I will lend tlice 
a steed, 
And I and my people will help at thy need. 
And woe to these Turks when the whirlwind of war 
Is "iitlifr'd in clouds on the summit of Hor! 
When the locusts of Maon are dark on the blast, 
And the leopards of Arnon — 

Selim. Oh, haste 1 uncle, haste ! 

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Scene IV.— An Apartment in Blue -Beard's Gitiii: 

Fauna, Ayesha. 

Fatium. In vain you console me,— too sure is my doom, 
And the dews of to-morrow must weep o'er my tomb, 
Enough ! I forgive you ; 'twas Azrael's decree, 
That bloody my death and untimely should be. 



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6&Z BLUE -BE ART. 

Poot captives of fate ! the entangled gazelle 
May break through the snare of the hunter as well, 
As we, with our wisdom, our cunning and wit, 
Escape from the meshes by destiny knit ! 
Be at rest, I forgive you i 

Ayesha. Yet, yet we have space 

To contrive our escape from this horrible place. 
Two days have, ^harir'd fiidly o'er dungeon and lower, 
Since the Lord of Damascus set forth with his power. 
One more must hi; wash'd 1'roui the tables of fate, 
I'll' Ik: skiili? of Ins ;:rcsc:ie::' u ill darken the pile. 

And Selim, by tins time, must his uncle have met. 
And, my dear injured sister ! — I 'd lay you a bet 
That, or crc our tyrant returns to our door, 
His "ay will be block M by the bands of 'Mount I lor. 

TalviMi. Can Arabs contend with a warrior like h'un? 
Oil, better I die than endanger Selim ! 

Aijcnm. Vet, yet 1 have some thing to check your 
despair — 
I have search'd through the south turret chamber, and 

!■■'< :/'„//!. Oh name not the turret — that desolate room, 
Where my wretched forerunners in folly and doom 
Lie mouldering and green ! 

Aymlia. I beheld with afright. 

And horrid, most horrid indeed was the sijrht ! 
But I still persevered, for there prest on my mind 
A suspicion of mystery lurking behind. 
And at length I have found it ; an aperture small 
That leads to a stair in the bulk of the wall ; 



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Beneath it a postern conceal' d, and 1 hope 

That with me you will park up your tilings and elope. 

Tuthiui. No packing! no loitering! conduct me this 
ns'tmtc ! 

Atjnlm. Law ! your train will be bloodied ! allow me 
to pin it ; 
We have plenty of time. [Looking thrmtjli ihc door. 

Oh, confusion and sorrow \ 
The Bashaw has mistaken to-day for to-morrow : 
He is now on the staircase. — Oh, would it might crumble — 
I 'd break my own neck to ensure him a tumble ! 

Aboii, Maleh Upeoling mlitmd). Within there ! what, 
slaves ! are ye sleeping or ilea J ? 
If ye sleep till the moruicir, your couch will oe red! 
Am I forced like a dog of the desert to wait, 
No slaves at my stirrup, no guard at my gate, 
And unhonour'd by sijni or sable from the wall — 
To sneak like a thief to my own castle hall ? 
Up, up to the ramparts I unlimber the swivels, 
You will soon have a visit from Arabs or devils ! 
They are hard on my track ! 

Ayeska. Recollect what I told you ! 

Cheer up ! lie must not in this anguish behold you ; 
Put him off for a while if he talks of the keys, 
By the help of a kiss you may do it with ease. 
But gain a few hours, and, I '0 wager my neck, 
Some tidings will come of Selim and his Shekh. 

[To Abou Milek as h<: ai.u.rs. 

Oh, my lord ! my dear brother ! such sudden delight ! 
We never expected you home by to-night ! 



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224 BLCE-BEAHH. 

Ahou Malek. So, so, where 's your sister ! 

Ayeska. And as I was saying, 

Tour highness, we thought, in the city was staying; 
So we fasten'd the gate, sent the servants to sleep, 
Good hours ivo v, ere always amistom'd to keep, 
And we were just talking — 

Abou Malek. My curse on your head. 

No doubt you were talking — 

Ayeska, Of going to bed. 

And— 

Abou Malek. Fatima! well may you boast of the charms 
That bring hark your husband so soon to your arms. 
Three days I had prom i si; d — my heart could not wait, 
And the second has seen me return to your gate. 
Escaped from an ambush thai threaten' d my life, 
I come with delight to my home and my wife. 
My wife aud my queen ! Yes — your trial is o'er, 
And the i'iend of suspirim- shall haunt ine no more ! 
But what ? — All in tears — in confusion I 

Fatima. Great sir, 
Your return so unlook'd for, so sudden, — I fear ■ 

Abou MaUk. Pear ! what 1 

AyesJia. That some sadden d"=s = ier or sickness 

Ts the ear.se, mighty Lord, ofyaur singular tpuekness. 
Then, you seem to be wearied, and I have a notion, 
You had better retire with a nightcap and potion. 
Then, the ambush you mention'd has thrill' d us with fear. 
Who could be your foes ? 

Abou Malek. Prom Mount Hor, or Mount Scir, 

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BLUE-EEARD. 225 

Ayesha. My love, do you hear? (Aside to Patima.) 
(Aloud.) 
And pray does your highness suppose they are near? 

Abou Makk. Oh Prophet I great Prophet !— if ever I come 
To bliss, I entreat let my Houri be dumb I 
Give that clapper a holiday once in thy life. 
But come thou to my bosom, my friend, and my wife ! 

[To Fatima. 
Thy silence, thy gentleness, ever must please. 
Alas — I forgot — you may give me the keys. 

Fatima-. The keys, my dread Lord ? — give me time to 
prepare, 
I have lost them, mislaid them — can't tell where they are. 
Abou Malek, You have lost them ! mislaid them ! oh 
ominous word ! 
The keys, in an instant 1 

Falima \kwm;li,ig and. r.nr.mny her fact). Receive them, 

my Lord ! 
Abou Malek. (Ape? Iwikhnj n! (lie ki-ya., lie drops them.) 
And art thou deteeted, whom least I suspected ? 

Oh prophetess ! prophetess ! great was thy skill ] 
.■iiiesJi'j (flinging herself at Us feet). It all was my 
doing ! — mine, mine, be the ruin ! 
But do not, oh do not your Patitna kill ! 
Abou Malek (turning aieay from Patima). I dare not 
behold thee,— should my arms once enfold thee, 
My purpose, I feel, in a moment would cool. 
Ayesha (aside to Patijia). Yet, yet I would try him— 
with compliments ply him : 
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226 BLUE-BEARD. 

Fatima. Is pity so strange to a conqueror's bosom ? 

So slight an offence must such vengeance pursue? 
Ayeska. Was jour father a wolf? — was your nurse an 
opossum, 

That jour heart doc* not. nick her distresses to view ? 
Fathna. When iirst from the cot of iny father you bore me, 

I hoped for protection from peril aud scorn. 
Abou Male/t. Oh horror to see thee thus kneeling 
before mc, 

And kneeling in vain ! I have sworn I I have sworn ! 

By Heaven ! are these Arabs so close on my traces ? 

Have the rascals such courage, such eor.ducl mid 3li.il. ? 
For a moment I leave thec, 'twere bliss to reprieve thee. 

But hope not, oh hope not to soften my will. \_Exit. 
JpesM. Thank our stars 1 he is gone, and the castle's 
surrounded ! 

And— oh 1 blessed accident, here are the keys 1 
I swear he shall keep us no longer impounded, 

Make off ! — we can get through the postern with ease. 
Oh me ! come again. 

He-enter Abou Malek, who catches Faiima. 

Avesiia escapi). 

Abou Mufek. What, ye fiends ! are ye flying ? 

Have ye sold me to fall by the bands of Mount Hor ? 
Ayetha {without). Oh hasten to rescue a lady from dying! 

Oh hasten, Sehm, I 'm unbolting the door ! 
Abou Molek. Is it thus? Oh I thank thee for giving 

Thy treason has taken a load from my breast ! 



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BLUE-BEARD. 227 

I can murther thee now without fear of relenting, 
And fall, if my doom is to fall, unrepenting ! 
But live, while I print a last kiss on thy brow, 
The last and the sweetest ! 

Sdim, {ranking in with a drawn sabre). Now, mur- 
derer, now ! 
Turn, infidel Giaour ! 

Ahou MaUh. Is the lion at bay ; 

Woe, woe to the hunter who stands in his way ! [Fight. 

Ha ! Peasant ! well fought ! that last thrust was a rater, 

And my business — will soon be— with Monkir— and 

Hakir. ^alls. 

Jirdc- Ayisha and Arabs. 

Abou Malek. Oh prophetess! prophetess! well hast 
thou said 1 
And Patima, fear not ! kneel down by my head ! 

Tie liters — hear witness ! my sins to iitone, 
I make her my heiress — the castle's her own ! 
Forgive me 1 farewell — I had more— but 'tis past, 
The first of my wives whom I loved is — the last ! [Dies. 

S&ekh. The Bashaw had a right to devise his estate, 
But the Shekh of Mount Hot has a hold on his plate ! 

[Tite Shekh and his An nudum* art all loaded with booty. 

Fatima. Alas, my Lord Shekh ! — you can ne'er be repaid, 
i'ur your generous assistance I 

S&ekh. Pooh ! fighting 's my trade ! 

But, Selim, in my mind, ere your union is hurried, 
Abou Jlalek hnd IjcUlt he handsomely buried. 
Of weddings, poor man ! he abundance has seen, 
But 'tis always unlucky to marry thirkvti ! 

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LIKUTENANT-GENERAL SIR ROWLAND HILL, K.B. 

Hill ! whose high during with reuew'd success 
Hath cheered our tardy war, what time the cloud 
Of expectation, dark and comfortless. 
Hung on the mountains ; and yon factious crowd 
Blasphemed their country's valour, babbling loud ! 
Then was thine arm reveal'd, to whose young might, 
By Toulon's leaguer'd wall, the fiercest bow'd ; 
Whom Egypt honour'd, and the dubious iijiht 
Of sad Comnna's winter, and more bright 
Douro, and Talavera's gory bays ; 
Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found. — 
So still, young warrioT, may thy toil-earn'd praise, 
With England's loye and England's honour crown'd, 
Gild with delight thy father's latter days! 



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.B'S INSTALLATION A 



Ye viewless g:i;;r<li;;ns of iliese sacred shades, 

Dear dreams of early song, Aouian maids ! — 

And you, illustrious dead ! whose spirits speak 

In each warm flush that tints the student's cheek, 

As, wearied with the world, lie seels again 

Tiifc pa^c of better limes and greater men ; 

If with pure worship we your steps pursue, 

And youth, and health, and rest forget for yon, 

(Whom most we serve, to whom our lamp burns bright 

Through the long toils of not ingratcful night,) 

Yet, yet be present 1 — Lei the ivorldl) train 

Mock our cheap joys, and hate our usele8s strain, 

Intent on freighted wealth, or proud to rear 

The lleeee Iberian or the pamper' d steer; — 

Let sterner science with unwearied eye 

Explore the circling spheres and map the sky ; 

His long-drawn mole let lordly commerce scan, 

And of his iron arch the rainbow span : 

Yet, while, in burning characters imprest, 

The poet's lesson stamps the youthful breast ; 

Bids the rapt boy o'er suffering virtue bleed, 

Adore a brave or bless a gentle deed, 



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And in warm feeling from the storied page 

Arise the saint, the hero, or the sage ; 

Such be our toil ! — Nor doubt we to explore 

The thorny maze of dialectic lore, 

To climb the chariot of the gods, or acan 

'1 \:t scoret workings of the sou! of man ; 

Upborne aloft on Plato's eagle flight, 

Or the slow pinion of the Stagyrite. — 

And, those grey spods of Herculanean pride, 

II' aught of yet untastcd swms thev hide ; — 

Tf l';:i.!'.m's siLgti hi! there, ur iirt liave power 

To wake Menandcr from his secret bower. 

Such be our toil ! — Nor vain the labour proves, 

Which Oxford honours, and which Grenville loves ! 

— On, eloquent and firm 1— whose warning high 

Rebuked the rising surge of anarchy, 

When, like those brethren stars to seamen known, 

In kindred splendour Pitt and Grenville shone; — 

On in thy glorious course ! not yet the wave 

Has ceSsed to lash the shore, nor storm forgot to rave. 

Go on ! and oh, while adverse factions raise 

To thy pure worth involuntary praise ; 

While Gambia's swarthy tribes thy mercies bless, 

And from tby counsels date their happiness ; 

Say, (for thine Isis yet recalls with pride 

Thy youthful triumphs by her leafy side,) 

Say, bast thou soorn'd, 'mid pomp, and wealth, and power 

The sober transports of a studious hour ? — 

No, statesman, no !— thy patriot fire was fed 

Prom the warm embers of the mighty dead ; 



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And thy strong spirit's patient grasp combined 
The souls of ages in a single mind. — 
— By arts like these, amidst a world of foes. 
Eye of the earth, th' Athenian glory rose ; — 
Thus last and best of Romans, Brutus shone ; — 
Our Somers thus, and thus our Clarendon ; 
Such Cobham was ; — such, Grenville, long be thou, 
Our boast before, — oar chief and champion now ! — 



EPITAPH ON A YOUNG NAVAL OFFICER. 



Sailor! if rigour nerve thy frame. 
If to high deeds thy soul is strung, 

Iieverc this stone that gives to fame 

The brave, the virtuous, and the young ! — 

For manly beauty deck'd his fora, 

I Hs bright eye beam'd with mental power ; 
Resistless as the winter storm, 
Yet mild as summer's mildest shower.— 

In war's hoarse rage, in ocean's strife, 
For skill, for force, for mercy known ; 

Still prompt to shield a comrade's life, 
And greatly cureless of his own. — 



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let, youthful seaman, mourn not thou 

The fate these artless lines recall : 
No, Cambrian ! no, be thine the vow, 

Like him to live, like him to fall ! 

But, hast thou known a father's care, 
Who sorrowing sent thee forth to sea ; 

Pour'd for thy weal th' unceasing prayer, 
And thought the aki'pks-, night on thee?— 

Has e'er thy tender fancy flown, 

When winds were strong and waves were high, 
Where listening to the tempest's moan, 

Thy sisters heaved the anxious sigh ? 

Or in the darkest hour of dread, 

'Mid war's wild din, and ocean's swell, 

Hast mourn'd a hero brother dead, 
And did that brother love thee well ? 

Then pity those whose sorrows flow 
In vain o'er Shipley's empty grave !— 

— Sailor, thou weep'st :— indulge thy woe ; 
Such tears will not disgrace the brave ! — 



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ifl!jCl!LI.ANEOi:S l'Oi:M-. 



FRAGMENT ON ALCHEMY. 



So fares tlii: aa^c, whose mystic lab:"iu-= iry 
The thorny path of fahled alchemy. 
Time, toil, and prayer, to aid the work conspire, 
And the keen jaws of dross-devouring fire. 
In one dim pile discordant embers blaze, 
And stars of adverse influence join their rays ; 
Till every rite perform'd, and labour sped, 
When the clear funiiicc duwns with sacred red, 
From forth the genial warmth and teeming mould, 
The bright-wing' (1 radiance bursts of infant gold. 



.iio,nui:j: .it- owx nr.w .\i;j>. 



Swell, swell the shrill trumpet clear sounding afar, 

Our sabres flash splendour around, 
For freedom has summon'd her sons to the war, 

Nor Britain has shrunk from the sound. 

Let plunder's vili; tir'rst 1he inv;;d(.r? inflame, 

Let slaves for their wages be bold, 
Shall valour the harvest of avarice claim ? 

Shall Britons be barter'd for gold ? 



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'Hi MISCELLANEOUS F0EM8, 

No ! free be our aid, independent our might, 

Proud honour our guerdon alone ; 
Unhired be the hand that we raise in the fight, 

The a word that we brandish our own. 

Still all that we love to our thoughts shall succeed, 

Their image each labour shall cheer. 
For them we will conquer, — for them we will bleed, 

And our pay be a smile or a tear ! 

And oh ! if returning triumphant we move, 

Or sink on the land that we save, 
Oh ! blest by his country, his kindred, his love, 

How vast the reward of the brave ! 



IMITATION OF A SONG. 



Oak, that stately and alone 
On the war-worn mound has grown, 
The blood of man thy ^apiinu; fir], 
And dyed thy tinder root it; rod; 
Woe to the feast where foes combine, 
Woe to the strife of words and wine I 



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Oak, thou hast sprung for many a year, 
"Mid whispering rye-grass tall and sear, 
The coarse rank herb, which seems to show 
That hones unblest are laid below ; 

Woe to the sword that hates its sheath, 

Woe to th' unholy trade of death ! 

Oak, from the mountain's airy brow 
Thou view'st the subject woods below, 
And merchants hail the well-known tree, 
Returning o'er the Severn sea. 

Who, woe to him whose birth is high, 

Tor peril waits on royalty ! 

Now storms have bent thee to the ground, 
And envious ivy elips thee round ; 
And shepherd hinds in wanton play 
Have stripp'd thy needful bark away ; 
Woe to the man whose foes are strong, 
Thrice woe to him who lives too long ! 



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TRANSLATION 



A FRAGMENT OF A DANISH SONG. 

King Christian stood beside the mast, 

In smoky night ; 
His falchion fell like hammer fast, 
And brains and helms asunder brast ; 
Then sunk each hostile hull and mast 

In smoky night ; 
Fly, % ! they shriek'd— what mortal man 
Can strive with Denmark's Christian 

In fight ? 

Niels Juel raised a warrior cry, 

" Now, now 's the day ! " 
He hoisted up the red flag high, 
And dash'd amidst the enemy 
With blow on blow, and cry on cry, 

" Now, now 's the day I " 
And still they shriek'd — " Fly, Sweden, fly ! 
When Juel comes, what strength shall try 

The fray?" 



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TRANSLATION 



AN INSCRIPTION ON A MONr.UlvY.i: 



" May every light-wing' d moment beaT 
A blessing to this noble pair. 
Long may they love the rural ease 
Oi' thesi: fair scenes, and scenes like these : 
The pine's dark shade, the mountain tall, 
And the deep dashing walcr-fall. 
And when each hallow' d spirit Hies 
To seek a better paradise, 
He neat h ibis terf i heir ashes dear 
Shall drink their country's grateful tear ; 
hi death alike and life pnsff-wh-r. 
The rich man's love, the poor man's likssivur." 



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MISCELLANEOUS E'OIIJ:-- 



VEHSllflCATIOX 



THE SPEECH OE GEOORGIN TO BEYUN. 



Sbest thou yon shelter' d vale of various dye, 

Refreshing prospect to the warrior's eye? 

ion dusky irrove, yoti iivi vlU':l hinijiLuiu; ''it, 

The turf of velvet, and of musk the air ? 

Surcharged with sweets the languid river glides, 

The lilies bending o'er its silver tides ; 

While Uiroojzli '.lie copse ii: bashful heauty glows 

The dark luxuriance of the lurking rose. 

"Now seen, now lost, amid the Ho (very maze, 

U it.K slender foot the nimble pheasant strays ; 

The ringdove's murmur lulls the cypress dell, 

And richest notes of tranced Philomel. 

Still, still the same, through every circling year. 

Unwearied spring Tenews au Eden here. 

And mark, my friend, where many a sylph-like maid 

Weaves the lithe dance beneath the citron shade ! 

Where chief, of Touran's king the matchless child, 

Beams like a sun-ray through this scented wild ; 

Sitara nost, her sister, beauteous queen, 

Than rose or fairest jasmine fairer seen i 



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And last, their Turkish, maids, whose sleepy eyes 
Laugh from beneath each envious veil's disguise; 
Whose length of locks the coal-black musk disclose, 
Their forms the cypress, and their checks the rose ; 

While on their sugar'd lips (he grape's rich water glows. 
How blest the traveller not forbid to stay 
In such sweet bowers the scorching summer's day! 
How famed the knight whose dauntless arm should bear 

To great Klii-Kiisroo's court a Turkish fair ! 



rnou Tin: moallakaii of UAitrrn. 

And Asma I lovely sojourner ! wilt thou forsake our land, 

Forgetful of thy plighted vows on Shamma's glittering sand? 

No more in Shoreb's rugged dell I sec thee by my side, 

No more in Katha's mead of green where vocal waters glide! 

In Ayla and in Shobathan all lonely must I go. 

And, therefore, sleep has fled my soul, and fast my sorrows 

Yet am I loved, and yet my eyes behold the beacon light. 
Which Hinda kindles on her hill, to lure me through the night, 
15road as the dawn, from Akik's brow its ruddy embers shine, 
But Hinda's heart may never meet an answering glow in mine! 
And I must seek a nobler aid against consuming care, 
Where all the brethren of my tribe the battle bow prepare. 



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240 11IS CELL ABE ons POEMS. 

My camel with the mother-bird in swiftness well may vie, 
Tall as a tent, 'mid desert sands that rears her progeny. 
That lists the murmur of the breeze, the hunter's lightest soum 
With stealthy foot at twilight fall soft gliding o'er the ground 

But not the ostrich speed of lire my camel can excel, 
Whose footstep leaves so light a mark we guess not where i 

fell; 
Now up, now down, like wither'd leaves that flit before th 

On her I stem the burning noon that strikes the valiant blind 

Yes, we have heard an angry sound of danger from afar. 
Our brother's bands of Tayleb's seed have braved us to thi 

The good and evil they confound, their words are fierce and fell 
"Their league," say they, "is with the tribe that in the 

desert dwell." 
Their men of might have met by night, and as the day began. 

A proud uml .1 cisuainlul shorn throughout liirir :irmy ran. 
And horses neigh'd, and camels scream'd, and man cried out 



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THE BOKE OP THE PURPLE PAUCON. 
Icy commence k A'nrM ,■<:■!,' i.'n Urn.;):!. Ilo-jc /'xhlayrudk. 

Yt ia a kynge both fyne and felle. 

That hyght Sir Claudyus Pantagruelle,— 

The fynest and fellest, more or lesse, 

Of alle the kyiifrp s in ile^liienu^e. 

That Syre was Soudan of Surrye, 

Of (Estrick and of Cappadocie, 

His Eme was Lorde I understock 

Of all Cathaye and of Btehman Londe. 

LXX Dukes, that were soe wighte, ,j£*g>- 

Served him by daie and by nighte. e5e. s,u " 

Thereto he made him a lothely messe, 

Bverie mominge more or lesse, 

A marine ehyliic of VIL yurt: ap.', 

Thereof he seethed hys pottage. coi™h« 

Everie knyglite who went that wave fiJJiSSJft, 

His nose and ears wns I'ayne to paye; W»« 

Sothely, as the Romaunts telle, 

For the Dyner of Pantagmelle. 

Yn all the londes of Ethiopee" StewX*. 

Was ne so worthy a kingu us Iw. 

If Ande it befelle upon a daye 

Thys Pantagruelle he went to playe 



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on™™ With his Ladye thatte was so brighte, 
fkiu'Jr-* Tn her bowreyn alle meimcf v^nit. 
Thatte Lady was hyghte Cycelee ; 
And thereto suiiyiv slit'u; 
Alle into Grekysh as she eolde best, — 
" Lambeth, Sndeck, Apooulest ;" 
Namely, " My love yf thou wouhkst Wynne 
Brings wyth thee a purple falcon ynne." 

1[ Thatte lave made hym sadde and sowre, 
Commrn[ And ean-fiil crum; lux; admvne the towre. 
.11, .. 1 So lavdo liis iieddc upon a stone; 

' For sorrow Ms lyfe was well nigh gone ; 
Ho sobbed imiayne and sighed sore 
" Alacke Cycile, for evermore." 
si, Hys page he broughte him hys helmette, 
Thatte was cleped Alphabet; 
He donned hys bootes made of the skyn 
Oi'Loup-gamn and of'GuMjdyu, 
And hys hauberke that mas soe harde 
Ywoven welle of spykenarde. 
UfTauni Yirgilo liadde mado that cote-armure 
vimit "With Maumetry fenced and guarded sure ; 
And Hypocras and Arystote 
Had woven the rynges of thatte cote, 
He tooke hys spere that was so strong, 
Hys axe was sharpe, his sivorde was long, 
And thys the devyse upon his sheilde — 
A red rose yn a greene fielde, 
And under, yn laiisjiiagi' ut' riyriii, 
" Belle rose que tu es jolye." 



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Lysten Lordynges to the tale 
Of Puijuiiivuelle and hys travayle. 
He through many a lande has gone, 
Pantagruclle hymsclf alone ; 
Many a hyll most hyghe has dome, 
Jinny a broade rivere has swome. 
He paste throiiii K Guilinyfi m;d Picardie, 
Babylon, Scotland, and Italle; 
And asked of alle as yt hefello, 
But of no adventure herde lie telle, 
Tyl after nianie a wearie daye, 
Lyghtly he came to a foreste graye : 
Manie an auncient oke dyd growe, 
Doddered and frynged with mysletoe ; 
Manie an ashe of paly hue 
Whyspcred yn every breeze that blewe. 
Pantagruelle liath swome by Mahoune, 
Bye Termagaunt and by Abadoune, 
Bye Venus, thatte was so sterne and strong! 
And Apollin with homes loiige, 
And other fiendes of Muumc:.rvft, 
That the cudi: <y, lIihl lurtsti? he would fi'i 1 . 

Lvsten Lording™ the soothe I tell: 
Nothvno- iv;i3 true that here bde^e. 
But all the okes that nourished soe free, , 
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[n that same forest c not.liiiijj nrrwi: 
But broad and darke the boughes of yew. 
Sothely 1 tell yon and indede 
There was many a wicked wrak; 
There was the wolf-bane p-ceiie ;u;d hi^lie, 
Arioso smdlah tiie same shall die, 
And the long grasse wyth poyson mixed, 
Adders coy led and hy=sed betwixt. 

Tn thatte same rbics mysrhte noe man he; 
Hunter or borne or hounde or deer; 
Neyther dared yn thatte wood to goe 
Coney or martin, or hare or due. 
Nor on the shawe the byrdes gay, 
Starh'ng, Cuckoo, or Popynjay ; 
But Gryphon fanged, and bristly boare, 
Guarred and fomed hys way before. 
And the beeste who can falsely weepe, 
Cracodilus, was here gooib: diepc ; 
Satyr, and L<:c;;ard, and Tygris, 
Bloody Oamelojiardalys, 
And every make of beastes bolde, 
Nestled and roared in that their holde. 
.Hayes and nv^hles but only IV, 
And I'antagnielle could ryde no more. 
Hys shoulders were by bys helmet worue, 
He was a wearye wyghte forlome, 
And bys cheeke thatte was soe redde, 
Colde and darke as the beaten ledde. 
i>(«. Hys destriere might no further passe, 
It lothed to taste that evyl grasse. 



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HrsfELLASEOTIS POEMS. 

Heavy lie clombe from ofle hys steede, 
Of hys lyfe he stoode in drede : 
" Alaeke, alaeke, Cveelie, 
Here I dye for love of thee ! " 
Forth through the thorny brake hee paste, 
Tyile lie came to a poole at l;isk : 
And bye that poole of water clere 
Satte a manne chylde of seven yere ; 
Clothed he was in scarlet and graiue, 
('loll: of silver and cordovaine; 
As a field flower he was faire, 
Seemed be w.'i? some Frle's heir, 
And perchynge on hys wriste so free, 
A purple Faucon there was to see. 
Courteous hee turned hym to that Peere, 
Bin I'ant.agruelle made sory elicare. 
Highe and stately that boye hym bare, 
And bade hym abyde hys FatheT there. 
When the Father was there yn plaee, 
Never had kn; gin so foul a t';;ce ; 
He was tusked as anie boare, 
Brystly behind and eke before ; 
Lyons staring as they were wood, 
Salvage bull that liveth on blood, 
lie whs i'ylthy us any sowe, 
Blacke and bairy as a blacke cowe ; 
All yn a holy priest's attyre, 

Never vvas sec-jLC so ibivlc ;i svv! 1 . 



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510 'fl iifra 3 /if-ya Hwdos r'li.iiTT! :,':.■ iV.-iTE: ;■.;■■,",■.■', 

*H RAfirV Af adv, % BfAoYo™, ^ Bptjiix<mof 
Xa&fc&raAu', iJiiAoi' oTkou tyaVopOS 'H^oiOTOlO' 

Proh Deos ! eerte magnus dolor peregrino erit viro, 

tliiicuiirjut' liivr.i' liii';jit;iiiu;i ;ilii|Uiuiiio inUi'iiiiins civitatem, 
Ant uobilcm Lyeiiim, aut Bilstoncm, aut ikemichamum 
.-Tlris-civilatcni, clmram domum ob virtutem-mirabili? 

\'ull.'Ui'.i. 



:■. 'l«i.Te;;j. ;.>)..;. lluis ((.mi ill.- pi-n^mnis m.:i 
lli;-culi'm Schiiluistos, Theses alii ratelligm 

JV-iiu:i Iis]iiil.i fuiasc A:jglo-Plicenicem Ipse 
Biours. 1. v. 17. Hujus Jibri. El tmncn d. 

vr::,iij.i? ii-ir.iLL viiiniui:; ';i;i^i:i v^-lv, JL;dk'ji:t ; 
2. Uliiriiiin -ir ill.-L 1.v.-"n niiiii biurut y-iiuft. Lyu'ii 
vet. Scliol. abfiinvi.: : !■■■ Ai.^.k;ii:: : h iulhi <:ivi- 
^v^;-^» i;:: , I...:;i. A^v> lli::i::Ei:-l--.i:iL-.!^ 
Ubus Good. Ncscio an a lapis DOmeil hat 



- ,: TI.Y ri:ii.:l".i,^ -,•;[■■:■ , lU'jiriiL^ir:.'' 



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XaAniw &>1 /uytfpoim BtU no) xpi>iri)i> <$»'«<■ 
"Epff &pa iravmxioici xop°& Tejnroiwi tfifaoJ' icijp 
Kt-ilpa. sflfwrai ts, ™l wipes cfooyfetTn' 

-^-'^,i:.' i'?.-.i-^- tt.'O.,;- -y.'i/eTGi /ic'yas, *6 yap fnaPTOS 
520 2«ipT^, iruAA' ifS»i' ) m>urt»t 3" tis otpavir jjitfj. 

Et tunc quidem magnum cum-studio-parant festum 
Fabri viri, multum divites, quibua valde omnibus 
jEs in sedibus Deus (Vulcanus sc.) et aurum dedit : 
Inde ergo per-totam-noctem-durantibus choris delectant 

\ indue; ln:nt:-rinri.rr\ et i'in puldiro-modo-pulvcnilenti. 

|S(\ jmlvfTosini] UiilnL-uii.-.s e;i]Hii. 
Mot us sub pedibus fit magnus, bene vero unusquisqiic 
Salit, mull urn sudans, odor vi;ro nidoris ad eoilum ascendit. 



Naii Jirispitnte (ui vidctisr) frstam liar 


.rem BmnlshnmnHB, 






tunc agl sacra Clarkiua exiatimat, false, 


istluemodl enim eacria 


inventus. UtofaKoniB e»mt lets ttlttf 


'mea.mTneDli.Ateacie! 


vix creileretn, etad iindia maroillia eiillqu 


e veste aaltaase puellas 


id omnibus fere iiccepin.ua. Talia TOca 


nt festa Galli "nn bat 


part," Anglic* " an asstmolj." 




i.i'fK ifeniimf. Do Barbarico capitis 


trrnatn tanlnm innotnlt 


nt trilum ftrtaiise el tsnne argnmcntnm 


vidcar aggrpaBua; 'AJJ.' 


Jiwc itffinrw. Noacantjunioresqnodint. 


>r plurimaa Barbarormu 


.'^.■r.rn. Ili':.:i: il;is ;:c..t C !■.!:':■..- .1 ^n.-l:^ 


.mosenitpatriiisJapJo, 


ntdors orsarum, et similibua colliiierc 


Mines, et deinde BO» 



l jwudnii" Angliti, " Dltll )oU1URII.' 



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'Ek Si \ipicv x«tsi y^vKtpbv /t,f\os, i}'e mplyyaii. 
"AAA" i fe7njl btpBi KnBl(rrat a%yfyicnis ia,p 

A.'r'iii'i' i(ii.-!A^ (f-M9tl!, KeHfjj TC ToaTfflJ, 



Lyrarum vero effunditur dulcis sonus ant tibiarum— 
Advena verb infra sedet dolore-afftt'-lus ror 
Sudili inlionesto nvlmuiis, vnciiSfjiir! iiii;os;'i, 
l.ii'uris imijue cibum habens, nee oculis si 






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R. W. HAY. ESQ. 



Komm mein Freund, ich bitte, mit miram Montag zu speisen, 
Aber, ich muss dir sagen daas kcin aualaiidisehes J:'* sen 
Gebe ich dir; mit Schinken-Geschmack die sauere KnLiitcr, 
Nicht die herrliche Fische, die kostbare Suppe des Sterlet, 
Oder mit salzem Butter den Barsch, den wassergekochten. 
Und, ach, leider des Armuths ! den gutea vortrefflichen 

Eheinwein 
llicr bckoiuaicsl (In ni.cliL aus griiticn Gliiser getrunken, 
Und cks dicke-i JJii?r, was lieht dii- (l'.irsti^c I Joulsdic-r ! 
Hier sind bloss Kai'toffeln, und nur cin gewaltiges Beefsteak, 
Oder ein Schopsenbraten, und eiu Paar Kiiclilein mit Zunge, 
Und ein Salat, und Engliscbea Bier, und Wasser von Schweppe, 
Und Wallniisse tiach Tisclt, mit rothlichem "VVeiu von Oporto, 
Aiso bli:ib ieb indessen, 

Mit einer wahren Hochachtung, 
Liubcr Jlerr Hay, 

Euer unterthanigster, 

He gin alb Heber. 
Die Zeit ist halb sechs— die Local meinc elgcnc Sl.ulic. 



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A FIUCMF.NT. 



And by that mansion's western side there stoode 
An ancient Ijowtc ei.waple in darkest tihiide 
i if sieved elde, and "ide-ened'cliNg "'oodc , 
Seemed it was for saintlye abbesse made. 
Strong were the doors with yron barrs .irraide 
For fear of foe that them enharmen iriysjliLc, 
Ne any durst that fort for to invade, 
For by the wicket gnde, hothc daye and nyghte, 
A snowy guardian sate ; of old that Bunny highte. 

And all withinne were hooka of various lorn, 
St. Leon's toils, and liible nothinge newe, 
And needle-work, and artists' busie store 
Of crumbling chalke, and tyntes of everie hue ; 
And on the ground, most terrible to view, 
Dame Venus' mangled limbs were strewed around ; 
Cor soothe to led, ike goddess envyous grewe 
When here she saw myght fairer forms be found, 
And dash'd in pieces small her statue on the ground. 

Such is that bowre, but who shall dare pourtraye 

What sister fairies there their spells combine ; 

She, whose yoi;ii<re charms tins rngped harte cold swayc 

Of prelate olde, and never tamed divine. 



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She, linrncressc of ifpensLT, (niuisler mine.) 
Angelic linmerusse, in whose darke eye 
Dothe wit's wilde glance and playful beauty shine 
And she of shapeliest form and stature highe, 
And meeke unconscious state and winning majestie. 



TRANSLATION OF AN ODE OF KLOPSTOCli'S. 



Ah Selma ! if our love the fates should sever, 

And bear thy spirit from the world below, 
Then shall mine eyes be wet with tears for ever, 

Each gloomv morn, each night of darker woe ; 
Each hour, that pass'd so soon in thy embracing. 

Each minute keenly felt shall force a tear ; 
The long, long months 1 the years so slowly pacing ! 

Which all were swift alike, and all were dear. 



.My Kclmar ! ah, if from thy Sekna parted, 

Thy soul should first the paths of darkness tread, 
Sad were my course, and short, and broken-hearted, 

To weep those lonely days, that dismal bed ! 
Each hour that erst in converse sweet returning, 

Shone with thy smita, or spulded with thy tear ; 
Each Uii^t'ri-iL;' (by should '..'T^rlieu out my mourning, 

The days that pass'd so swiftly and so dear ! 



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And did I promise, Selma, years of sorrow ? 

And canst thou linger only days behind? 
Few minutes, few, be mine from fate to borrow. 

Near thy pale cheek and breathless form reclined, 
Press thy dead band, and, wildly bending o'er thee, 

Print one last kiss upon thy glazed eye. 



Nay, Selraar, nay— I will not fall before thee ; 

That pang be mine; thou Shalt not see me die; 
Some few sad moments on thy death-bed lying, 

By thy pale corpse my trembling frame shall be ; 

Glim on thy iilii.'.r'd form, then, inly sighing, 
Sink on that breast, and wax as pale as thee." 



SONG TO A SCOTCH AIR. 

I love the harp with sirrer sound, 
That rings the festal hall around ; 

But sweetest of all 

The strains which fall, 
When twilight mirth with song is crow 

I love the lmf.rli.''s wniiilin^ >\\A\, 
When echo answers from her cell ; 

But sweeter to me. 

When I list to thee. 
Who wak'st the northern lay so well. 



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THE RISING OP THE SUN. 



Wake ! wake ! wake to the hunting ! 
Wake ye, wake ! the morning is nigh ! 
Oil illy ihi'. lire™:.; blow 
Up from the sea below, 
Chilly the twilight creeps over the sky ! 
Mark how fast the stars are fading ! 
Mark how wide the dawn is spreading ! 
Many a fallow deer 
Feeds in the forest near ; 
Many a gallant wolf waits for the hunter's spear ; 
Now is no time on the heather to he ! 

Rise, rise 1 look on the ocean ! 
Rise ye, rise, and look on the sky ! 
Softly the vapours sweep 
Over the level deep, 
Softly the mists on the waterfall lie ! 
In the cloud red tints are glowing, 
On the hill the black cock's crowing ; 
And through the welkin red, 
See where he lifts his head, 
King of the morning, aroused from his purple bed ! 
Forth to the hunting ! The sun 's riding high ! 



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SONG TO A WELCH AIR 

The moon in silent brightness 

Eides o'er the mountain brow, 
The mist in fleecy whiteness 

Has clad the vale below; 
Above the woodbine bow'r 

Dark waves our try sting-tree; 
It is, it is the hour, 

Oh come, my love, to me ! 

The dews of night have wet me, 

While wand 'ring lonelily; 
Thy father's bands beset me — 

I only fear'd for thee. 
I crept beneath thy tower, 

1 c'.iir.li'd the ivy tree; 
And blessed be the hour 

That brings my love to me. 

I left my chosen numbers 

In yonder copse below ; 
Each warrior lightly slumbers, 

His hand upon his bow : 
Prom forth a tyrant's power 

They wait to set thee free ; 
It is, it is the hour, — ■ 

Oh come, my love, to me ! 



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INSCRIPTION. 



" Ask ye why around me twine 
Tendrils of the Gascon vine? 
Ask ye, why in martial pride. 

Sculptured liiun:ls deck, my side, 
Blended with that noble tree, 
Badge of Albion's liberty ? 
Cambria me, for glory won 
By tin: waves i;f braid Garonne. 
t;i--iLds U) iircoi licr liravest son ; 
Proved beyond the western deep, 
By rebel clans on Ulster' * steep ; 
Proved, where first, on Gallia's plain, 
T'lie hanisli'd lily blooufd a^ain ; 
And proved where ancient bounty calls 
The traveller to Ms father's halls ! 
Nor marvel, then, that round me twine 
The oak, the laurel, and the vine : 
Tor thus was Cambria wont to see 
Her Hirlas-horn of victory : 
Nor Cambria e'er, in days of yore, 
To worthier chief the Hirlas bore ! " 



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TiirorR-s coiwci.!^. 

Emirs and Khans in long arrny, 
To Timour's council bent their way ; 
The lordly Tartar, vaunting high. 
The Persian with dejected eye, 
The vassal Russ, and, lured from far, 
Circassian mercenary war. 
But one there came, uncall'd and last, 
The spirit of the wintry blast ! 
He mark'd, while wrapt in mist he stood, 
The purposed track of spoil and blood ; 
He mark'd, unmoved by mortal woe, 
That old man's eye of swarthy glow ; 
That restless soul, whose single pride 
Was cause enough that millions died ; 
He heard, he saw, till envy woke, 
And thus the voice of thunder spoke : 
" And hop'st thou thus, in pride unfurl'd, 
To bear tin!*; liiiniiiTs ihrcKigh the world? 
Can time nor space thy toils defy r 
Oh king, thy fellow-demon I ! 
Servants of Death, alike we sweep 
The wasted earth, or shrinking deep. 
And on the land, and o'er the wave, 
We reap the harvest of the grave. 



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But thickest then that harvest lieu, 
And wildest sorrows vend the skids, 
fn darker ohmd the vultures sal';, 
And richer caniajic taints the gale. 
And few the mourners that remain 
When winter leagues with Tamerlane ! 
But on, to work our lord's decree ; 
Then, tyrant, turn, and cope with me ! 
And learn, though far thy trophies shine, 
How deadlier are my hlasts than thine ! 
Nor cities burnt, nor blood of men, 
No:- ihiuc ov.u pride shiC nam thee then ! 
Forth to thy task ! We meet again 
On wild Chabanira's frozen plain i " 



THE SPRING JOURNEY. 

Oil ! green was the corn as I rode on my way, 
And bright were the flows on the blossoms of May, 
And dark was the sycamore's -hade to behold, 
And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald and gold. 

The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud, 
Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud ; 
From the soft vernal sky, to the soft grassy ground, 
There was beauty above me, beneath, and around. 

The mild southern brce/.e brought a shower from the hill, 

And yet though it left me all dropping and chill, 

I felt a new pleasure, as onward I sped, 

To gaze where the. nmi'iow gleam'd broad overhead. 



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Oh, such be life's journey, and such be our skill, 
To lose in its blessings the sense of its ill ; 
Through sunshine and shower may our progress be evei 
And ou:- tears add a charm to the prospect of Heaven ! 



11A1TLN [->>-v 



One morning in the month of _\Iay 

I wander'd o'er the hill ; 
Though nature all around was gay, 

My heart was heavy still. 

Can God, I thought, the good, the great. 
These meaner creatures bless. 

And yet deny our human state 
The boon of happiness ? 

Tell me, ye wood;, ye smi'.ma; plains, 

Ye Messed birds around, 
Where, in creation's wide domains. 

Can perfect bbss be found ? 

The birds wild earoll'd over head, 

The breeze around me blew, 
And nature's awful chorus said, 

No bliss for man she knew ! 

I question 'd Love, whose early ray- 
So heavenly bright appears ; 

And Love, in answer, seem'd to say, 
His light was dimm'd by tears. 



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I question'd Friendsliip — Friendship mourn' d, 

And thus her answer gave : 
The friends whom fortune had not turn'd 

Were vanish'd in the grave I 

I asFd of Feeling,— if her skill 

Could liL'iil the wounded breast? 
And found her sorrows streaming still, 
For others' griefs distrcst. 

I ask'd if Vice could bliss bestow ? 
Vice boasted loud and well: 

IS.it., tod in;.;; from Ii'.t pallid Lroii . 
Tlie venom'd roses fell. 

I question'd Virtue, — Virtue sigh'd, 

No boon could she dispense ; 
Nor Virtue was her name, she cried, 

But humble Peniuiece ! 

I question'd Death, — the grisly shade 

Relax' d his brow severe ; 
And, " I am Happiness/' lie said, 

" If Virtue guides thee here I " 



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OX HEAVENLY AND EAKTHLY HOPE. 

Reelected on the lake, I love 

To sec the stars of evening glow, 
So tranquil in the heaven above, 
So restless in the wave below. 

Thus heavenly hope is all serene, 
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, 

Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene 
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair. 



MAN'S PILGRIMAGE. 

Oh for the morning gleam of youth, the half-unfolaed flower 
Th;it sparkles in lln' di.Miicniil dew of that serener houi', 
What time the broad and level sun shone gaily o'er the sea, 
And in the woods the birds awoke to songs of ecstaey. 
The sun, that gilds the middle arch of man's maturer day, 
Smites heavy on the pilgrim's head, who plods his dusty way; 
The birds are fled to deeper shades — the dewy flowers are 

dried, 
And hope that with the day was born, before the day has 

For who can promise to his soul a tranquil eventide ? 



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Yes — though the dew will gleam anew — though from its 

wu:-li;r:i sky 

The sun will give as mild a ray as mo rnlug could supply — 
Thoughfrom her tufted thorn again will si ngthe nightingale, 
Yet little will the ear of age enjoy the tender tale ; 
And night will find us toiling on with joyless travail worn, 
For day must pass, and night must come, before another 



SONG TO A WELCH AIR. 

I mourn not the forest whose verdure is dying ; 

I mourn not the summer whose beauty is o'er; 
I weep for the hopes that for ever are flying ; 

I sigh for the worth that I slighted before ; 
And sigh to bethink me how vain is my sighing, 

For love, once extinguish' d, is kindled no more. 

The spring may return with his garland of flowers, 
And wake to new rapture the bird on the tree ; 

The summer smile soft through his crystalline showers: 
The blessings of autumn wave brown o'er the lea : 

The rock may be shaken, the dead may awaken, 
But the friend of my bosom returns not to me. 



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CAROL FOB MAY-DAY. 

Quekk of fresh flowers, 

Whom vernal stars obey, 
Bring thy warm showers, 

Bring thy genial ray. 
In nature's greenest livery ([rest, 
Descend on earth's expectant breast, 
To earth and Heaven a welcome guest, 

Thou merry month of May I 

Mark how we meet thee 

At dawn of desvv day ! 
Hark ! how we greet thee 

With our roundelay ! 
While all the good things that be 
In earth, and air, and ample sea, 
Are waking up to welcome thee, 

Thou merry month of May ! 

Flocks on the mountains, 
And birds upon their spray, 

Tree, turf, and fountains, 
All hold holiday ; 

And love, the life of living tilings, 

Love waves his torch, love claps his win; 

And loud and wide thy praises sings, 
Thou merry month of May ! 



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When I was sick, how patiently thou sat'st beside my bed ; 
When I was faint, how lovingly thine arm upheld my head ; 
When I was wearied out with pain, perverse in misery, 
How ready was thy watchful aid my wishes to supply ! 
And than art sick, and thou art weak, and thou art rack'd 

with pain. 
But cheerful still, untamed of ill, does yet thy heart remain: 
And have I nursed and tended thee since first thy griefs 

began? 
I'ora'vc, forgive, rav . the selfishness of man ! 



BOW-MJiETiy& SOiffi. 

Mekllv archers, r-ornc with me ! 
Come with me, come with me ; 
Merry archers, come with me, 

To our tent beside the holly ! 
Slimmer gilds the smiling day, 
Summer clothes the lulled spray, 
Earth is green and Heaven is gay, 

Wherefore should we not be jolly ! 
HuTy urehcrs, come, S 



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ITi'-ixi is I'riiiiv.lsliip, inivr.li is liere, 
"Wnadlaiid music, noojlur.d c':nvr. 
And, with hope and blended fear, 
Here is love's delightful folly. 
O.iv life, alas ' is fraught with cave, 
And mortals all must have their share, 
But yet to-day we well may spare 
Prom our load of melancholy. 

Merry archers, come with me ! 
Come with me, come with me ; 
Merry archers, come with me, 
To our tents beside the holly ! 



When eyes art: beaming 
What never tongue might tell ; 

When tears are streaming 
From their crystal cell, 

When hands are linked that dread to part, 

And heart is met by throbbing heart, 

Oh bitter, bitter is the smart 
Of them that bid farewell I 

Uliii! hope. Is chidden 

That fain of bliss would tell, 
And love forbidden 

In the breast to dwell, — 



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When, fetter' d by a viewless chain, 

We turn and ga/e and lurn again, 

01', di/Li'lk ivtn merey to the pain 

Of those that bid farewell! 



PARODY OF LISTOS'S "BEAUTIFUL MAID." 

My fishmonger told me that soles were most dear : 

1 trembled to Lear what lit: said, 
For salmon and shrimps 'twas the wrong time of year, 

So 1 pilch'd on a Beanlifid M'tii-i. 

[ brought home my beautiful maid, 

" Here, cook, dress this beautiful maid ! 
Come boil it, don't spoil it, but see it well done, 

And I '11 dine on my beautiful maid ! " 

lilul iiti us;ly bluet cut — I speak it with grief, 

My delicate tit-bit waylaid, 
The cook tui'ivd her back, and the long-Tvlr^ker'd ihief 

Ran away with my beautiful maid ! 

She claw'd up my beautiful maid ! 

She eloped ivitli my beautiful maid ! 
Oh pussy — you hussy, oli what have you done, 

You 've eat up my beautiful maid ! 



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TRANSLATION 



AN ikscmptiox Rr.rr.NTi.v DISCOVERED IN SAMOS. 

TuRINNA, filmed for every grape 
Of learning and of ancient race, 
Whom Jill Liu; virtue did consort 
'With a'i their i_n:'t.s to ornament, 
When tlvrice nine little years are flown 
Hath left her parents to l.ii/moan, 
Wiih Inner iiv:;; t , the parly dead 
By whom their house is widowed. 
For nought remains, now she is gone, 
That love or hope may rest upon. 
And she hath left her palace home 
To sleep within the narrow" tomb. 
Yet may her race, or good men feign, 
Kevive from such, distress agaiu. 



THE OUTWALiD-liOLil.) SillL'. 

As borne along ivilh favouring gale 
And streamers waving bright. 

How gladly sweeps the glancing sail 
O'er yonder sea of light ! 



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With painted sides the vessel glides, 
In seeming revelry ; 

And still we .hear the biiilur'a cheer 
Around the capstan tree. 

Is sorrow there where aE is fair, 

Where all is outward glee? 
Go, fool, to yonder mariner. 

And he shall lesson thee ! 

Upon that deck walks tyrant sway 
Wild as his conquer'd wave. 

And murmuring hate that must obey ; 
The captain and bis slave. 

And pinching care is lurking there, 

And dark ambition's swell, 
And some that paTt with bursting heart 

Prom objects loved too well ; 

And many a grief with uuiiri^ fed 

On yonder distant shore, 
And many a tear in secret shed 

For friends beheld no more ; 

Tot sails the ship with streamers drest 
And shouts of seeming glee ; 

Oh God ! how loves the mortal breast 
To hide its misery ! 



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BOW-MEETING SOSO. 

Ye spirits of our Fathers, 

The hardy, bold, and free. 
Who chased o'er Cressy's gory field 

A fourfold enemy ! 
From us who love your sylvan game. 

To you the song shall flow, 
To the fame of your name 

Who so bravely bent the bow. 

Twas merry then in England, 

(Our ancient records tell.) 
With Robin Hood and Little John 

Who dwelt by down and dell; 
And yet we love the bold outlaw 

Who braved a tyrant foe, 
Whose cheer was the deer, 

And his only friend the bow I 

'Twas merry then in England 

In autumn's dewy morn, 
When uclio started from her hill 

To hear the buglc-liorn. 
And beauty, mirth, and warrior worth 

In garb of green did go 
The shade to invade 

With the arrow and the bow. 



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Ye spirits of our Fathers ! 

Extend to us your care, 
Among jour children yet are founi 

The valiant and the fair ! 
'Tis merry yet in Old England, 

Full well her archers know ; 
And shame on their name 

Who despise the British bow 1 



TO CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND, 



Oh Townshend ! couldst thou linger where scarce a ripple 

play'd 
Across the lily's glossy stem, or beneath the willow's shade, 
And did that mighty chorus allure thy bark in vain, 
The laughter of the dancing waves and music of the main r 

Tlii; biY-ive iv.ay tell his story of soft and still dcli^l.r. 

As whispering through the woodbine bower he fans the cheek 

of :ii;L-lit., 

But louder, blither, sings the wind, his carol wild and free. 
When the harvest moon sails forth in pride above her subject 



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I love to thread the little paths the rushy banks between, 
Where Terne, in dewy silence, creeps through the meado* 

I love to mark the speckled trout beneath the sunbeam lie, 
And skimming past, on filmy wing, the rknger-courting fly. 

I praise the darker shadows where, o'er the runnel lone, 
The regal oak or swarthy pine their giant arms have thrown 
Or, from his couch of heather, where Skiddaw beads to view 
The furrows of his rifted brow in Derwent's mirror blue. 

But not that narrow stillness has equal charms for me, 
With thy ten thousand voices, thou broad exulting sea ! 
Thy shining sands, thy rugged shores, thy breakers rolling 

bright, 
And all thy dim horizon speek'd with sails of moving light. 

Oft on thy wonders may I gaze, oft on thy waters ride, 
Oft with no timid arm essay thy dark transparent tide ; 
Oft may thy sound be in my dreams, far inland though I be, 
For health and hope are in thy song, thon deep full- 
voiced sea ! 



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Br yon castle wall, 'mid the breezes of morning, 

The genius of Cumbria stray'd pensive and slow ; 
The oak-wreath was wither'd her tresses adorning, 

And the wind through its leaves sigh'd its murmur of woe. 
She gazed on her mountains with filial devotion, 
She gazed on her Dee as he roll'd to the ocean, 
And, "Cambria ! poor Cambria!" she cried with emotion, 
"Tliou yet hast thy country, thy harp, and thy bow! 

" Sweep on, thou proud stream, with thy billows all hoary ; 

As proudly my warriors have rush'd on the foe: 
linr. ih'.hlt and tin: ;■ '.lie sn-ir.d of their glory, 

For time, like thy tide, has its ebb and its flow. 
Ev'n now, while 1 na'.i'h thee, thy beaa'.ie; are farling; 
The sands and the shallows thy course are invading ; 
Where the sail swept the surges the sea-bird i? ivuding ; 

And thus hath it fared with the land of the bow ! 

" Smile, smile ye dear hills, 'mid your woods and your flowers, 

Whose heather lies dark in the morn's dewy glow 1 
A time must await you of tempest and showers, 

An autumn of mist; and a winter of snow 1 
For me, though the whirlwind has shiver' d and deft me, 
Of wealth and of empire the stranger bereft me, 
Yet Saxon,— proud Saxon, — thy fury has left me 
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" Ye towers, on whose rampire, all ruiu'd and riven, 

The wallflower imil woodbine so lavishly blow; 
I have seen when your banner waved broad to the Heaven, 

And kings found your faith a defence from the foe ; 
Oh loyal in grief, and in danger unshaken, 
For ages still trne, though for ages forsaken, 
Yet, Camhria, thy heart may to gladness awaken, 

diriee i.liy monarch has smiled on tkehaq) and the bow!" 



ON CROSSING TJIE RAXGE OF HIGH LAND 
STOKE AND MARKET DRAYTON, 



Dbead inmate of the northern zone ! 
And hast thou left thine ancient throne 
On Zemhla's hills of snow, 

Thine arrowy sleet and icy shower 
On us, unbroken to thy power, 
With reckless hand to throw? 

Enough for us thy milder sway, 
The yellow mist, the shorten'd day, 

The sun of fainter glow : 
The frost which scarce our verdure felt, 

And rafc'.y seen, and but to melt., 
The wreath of transient snow. 

I met thee once by 'Yol^i's tide, 
Kor fear'd thy terrors to abide 



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On Valdai's sullen brow ; 
But little thought on English down 
Thy darkest wrath and fiercest frown 

So soon again to .know. 

Oh for my scfatbe's accustom'd fold, 
Which then, in ample bear-skin roll'd, 

Defied thy dread career ! 
Oh for the cap of sable warm, 
Which guarded then from pinching harm 

-My nose, and cheek, and ear ! 

Mine old Hbitka, where art thou? 
Gloves, boots, jwfefc/*,— I need ye now,— 

Sold to a Lemberg Jew ! 
In single vest, on Ashley Heath, 
My shrinking heart is cold as death, 

And fingers ghastly blue ! 



" Oh, captain of the Moorish hold, 

Unbar thy gates to me, 
And I will give thee gems and gold 

To set Fernando free. 
For I a sacred oath have plight 

A pilgrim to remain, 
Till I return with Lara's knight, 

The noblest knight of Spain." 



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m:s'„iu.i.im(.ii.:w i'i.h:m-s. 

"Fond Christian youth," the captain said, 

"Thy suit is soon, denied : 
Fernando loves ;l iloLn:i=Ji msic, 

And will with us abide. 
Renounced is every- Ok'istiati riLc. 

The turban he hath ta'en, 
And Lara thus hath lost her knight, 

The boldest knight of Spain." 



Pale, marble pale, the pilgrim turn'd, 

A cold and deadly dye ; 
Then, in his cheeks the blushes burn'd, 

And ;iriL r ev in his eye. 
(From forth his cowl a ringlet bright 

Fell down of golden grain,) 
"Base Moor! to slander Lara's knight, 

The boldest knight of Spain 1 



' Go, look on Lugo's gory field ! 
Go look on Tayo's tide I 

fan ye forjrei. (lie red-cross shield, 
That all your host defied P 

Albania's warriors turn'd to flight, 
Granada'!' sultan slain. 

Attest the worth of Lara's knight, 
The boldest knight of Spain ! " 



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"By Allah, yea!" with eyes of lire 

The lordly paynim said, 
" Granada's sultan was my sire, 

Who fell by Lara's blade ; 
And tho' thy gold were fortyfold, 

The ransom were but vain 
To purchase back thy Christian knight, 

The boldest knight of Spain." 



" Ah, Moor ! the life that once is shed 

No vengeance can repay; 
And who can number up the dead 

That fall in battle fray? 
Thyself in many a manly tight 

Hast many a father slain ; 
Then rage not thus 'gainst Lara's knighi 

The boldest knight of Spain." 



"And who art thou, whose pilgrim vesi 

Thy beauties ill may shroud ; 
The locks of gold, the heaving breast, 

A moon beneath a cloud P — ■ 
Wilt thou our Moorish creed recite, 

And here with me remain? 
He may depart, — that captive knight, 

The conquer'd knight of Spain." 



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" Ah, speak not so ! " with voice of w 

The shuddering stranger cried ; 
" Another creed I may not know, 

Nor live another's bridi ! 
Fernando's wife may yield her life, 

But not her honour stain, 
To loose the bonds of Lara's knight, 

The noblest knight of Spain ! " 



" And know'st thou, then, bow hard a doom 

Thy husband yet may bear ! 
The fetter'd limbs, the living tomb, 

The damp and noisome air ? 
In lonely cave, and void of liahi. 

To drag a helpless chain, 
Thy pride condemns the Christian knight. 

The prop and pride of Spain ! " 



" Oh that within that dungeon's gloom 

His sorrows I might share, 
And cheer him in that living tomb, 

With love, and hope, and prayer! 
Hut still the faith I once have plight 

Unbroken must rcniiiiii, 
And God will help the captive knight, 

Ami plead the. cause of Spain ! : ' 



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" And deem'st thou from the Moorish hold 

In safety to retire, 
Whose locks outshine Arabia's gold, 

Whose eyes the diamond's fire ! " 
She drew a poniard small and bright, 

And spake in calm disdain ; 
" lie taught me how, my Christian knight, 

To guard the faith of Spain ! " 



The drawbridge falls ! with loud alarm 

The clashing portals ily I 
She bared her breast, she raised her arm, 

And knelt, in act to die ! 
But ah, the thrill of wild ik-.L/lii 

That shot through every vein ! 
He stood before her, — Lara'a knight, 

The noblest knight of Spain ! 



SYMPATHY. 

A knight and a lady once met in a grove, 
While each was in quest of a fugitive love ; 
A river ran mournfully murmuring by, 
And they wept in its waters \\>* =ytn|i;djiy. 



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" Oh, never was knight such a sorrow that bore ! " 

'■' Oil, never was maid so deserted before ! : ' 
" I'l'ini!. life and its. wyes let i:s ii^ta.ntJy flv, 
And jump in together for company ! " 

They search' d for an eddy that suited the deed, 
But here was ii Lra:nb!e, and there, was a weed; 
" How tiresome it is ! " said the fair with a sigh ; 

So tLev sat. down lo rest, them in company. 

'They gazed on eaeh other, tin; maid and the knight ; 
How fair was her form, and how goodly his height ! 
" One mournful embrace ! " sobb'd the youth, " ert 

.So kissing' and crying kept company. 

" Oh, had I but loved such an angel as you ! " 
"Oh, had but my swain been a quarter as true 1 " 
" To miss such perfection how blinded was I ! " 
Sure now they were excellent company ! 

At length spoke the lass, 'twixt a smile and a tear, 
" The weather is cold for a watery bier ; 
When summer returns we may easily die, 
Till then let us sorrow in company." 



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UBGELLAHEOUB POEMS. 



I SEE them on their winding way, 
Above their ranis the moon-beams play, 
And nearer yet, and yet more near, 
The martial chorus strikes the oar. 

They 're lost and gone,— the moon is past, 
The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast, 

And iliiiilei', i;ii:i7iT, tiuitiT -llI, 
The dim march warbles up the hill. 

Ai;;r-i, u^nii;, — t.lio pen'.ii:;: ('.run:, 

The clashing horn — they come 1 they come ! 

And lofty donk and daring hinh, 

Eleiid with their notes of victory. 

Forth, forth, and meet them on their way, 
The trampling hoof brooks no delay ; 
The thrilling life, the pealing drum, 
How late — but oh, how loved they come ! 



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THE WELL OF OBLIVION. 



There ia, they say, a secret well, 

1 11 Ardennes' forest grey, 
Whose waters boast a numbing spell, 

That memory must obey. 

Who tastes the rill so cool and calm 
In passion's wild distress, 

Their breasts imbibe the sullen balm 
Of deep ft 



And many a maid has sought the grove. 

And bow'd beside the wave ; 
But few have borne to lose the love 

That wore them to the grave. 

No ! by these tears, whose ceaseless smart 

My reasoo chides in vain; 
By all the secret of a heart 

That never told its pain ; 



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MISOKLLASEOUS POEMS. 

By all the walks tliat once were deal 
Beneath the greenwood, bough, j 

By all the songs that soothed his eai 
Who will not listen now ; 

By every (In/am oi' hope iro'ii; by 
That haunts my slumber yet, — 

A love-sick heart may long to die, 
But never to forget ! 



THE OCACLB. 



To Phoebus' shrine three youths of fame, 

And begg'd the Delphic god to say, 
Which from the next Olympic txwim: 

Should bear the envied wreath away f 
And this the oracle decided : — 

"Be victors all, brave youths, this day, 
Each in your several arts 1 — provided 
That none v/ddri// /he ram's fed. 
None at his trade the boxer beat, 

None in t/ie dust the wrestler lay ! " 



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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 



TO A WELCH AIR. 



Why that neck of marble whiteness, 
Why that hair of sunny brightness, 

Form of perfect mould; 
Why those fringed eyelids screening, 
Lights of love and liquid meaning, 

While the heart is cold? 

Shame on her whose pride or malice 
With a lover's anguish dallies ! 
Scorn our scatter'd reason rallies : 
Thou shalt mourn thy tyrant sallies, 
Ere that thou art old— young Alice, 
Ere that thou art old ! 



THE GROUND SWELL. 

How soft the shades of evening creep 

O'er yonder dewy lea, 
Where balmy winds have lull'd to sleep 

The tenants of the tree. 
No wandering breeze is here to sweep, 
T:i s1:k(!o«'v nppic o'er the deep, 

Yet swells the heaving sea ! 



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How calm the sky ! rest, ocean rest, 

From storm, and ruffle free, 
Calm as ll:e image mi thy breast 

Of her that governs thee ! 
And yet beneath the moon's mild reign 
Thy broad breast heaves as one in pain, 

Thon dark and silent sea. 

There are whom fortnne vainly woos 

With all her pageantry, 
Whom every flattering bliss pursues, 

Yet still they fare like thee ; 
The spell is laid within their mind, 
Least wretched then when most resign'd, 

Their hearts throb silently ! 



TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN, 

Take here the tender harp again, 

Muse ! which thou hast lent to me ; 

1 wake no more the juvnus strain 
To youthful love or social glee. 

Forgive the weak" end sickly shell 
That could so ill my soul express ; 
What most I wish'd I durst not tell, 
And chose my themes from idleness. 



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Oft when T told of peaci; and ph 
I mark'd the hostile sabre slain' 
And water, doled in scanty 
I drank, who wont to sing of wine. 

Might peace, might love's auspicious lire 
But gild at last my closing day, 
Than, Goddess, then return the lyre 
To wake perhaps a loftier lay. 



BOW-MEETING SONG. 

We find it well observed by an ancient learned Rabbin, 
The man was raving mad who first to sea would go, 
Who would change the tented fold for the quarter-deck 
ai.il eabin. 
And the songs of blooming beauty for a To ! heaTe oh ! 
Yet since your bard is bent to try 
Tlie fervours of an Eastern sky, 
And where, across t.lie iep:d main, Arabian breezes blow , 
While yet the northern gale 
Pans his cheek and swells his sail, 
ileeept ins Juiesl tribute- io the British Ikhi ! 

Dear scenes of uurepented joy, our nature's best physician, 
CanallGoleoi'ii.la's glilteriim- mines so pure a bliss bestow? 

Oh deem not that for sordid gold he loft you, or ambition, 
Or shall e'er forget your peaceful charms 'mid India's 
brightest glow ! 



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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 285 

Oft, oft, will he lie telling 
Of the glades of Nant-y-bellin, 
Of the lilies and the roses that in Oweraylt blow, 

Oft, oft, recal the d[iow-ivliiU'\va'Lor'ya:iA:r;iiieLCuldivcllm:>', 
Uh!ifii:-li.iviif,ir,Sns.oii F.dw i'rsdays.s'snolilybentthe bow! 

Oh when the doir-star y\b:x on lii^h, how oft shall memory 
wander [throw ; 

H here yonder oaks their aged aims 'mid blended poplars 
And hollies join their glossy shade, and the brook with cool 
stcalsiikeasilvcr snake tliro' the copse below ! [meander 
Where many a mild and matron grace 
Adorn the mother's gentle face, 
And * * * * in beauteous garland blow, 
And proved in many a martial fray 
Their sire holds sylvan holiday, 
And flings his well-worn sword away 
To bend the British bow ! 

Thebardisgonc, and o1lieidmrdsslialhv;iVethecall of pleasure 
That prompts (o bead y 'slip the smile, and lends her cheek 
its glow, 
And strike the sylvan lyre to a louder, livelier mej-surc, 
And wear the oaken WTeath, which he must now foiv.iro ' 
But yet, though many a sweeter song 
Shall float th' applauding tent along, 
And many a friendly health to the Sons of Genius liow, 
Forget not them, who, doom'd to part, 
\\ ill keep engraven on their heart 
The sons and the daughters of the British bow I 



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MliiOEI.L.lSHOUa POEJI5. 



FEOM THE GlJI.ISXii-. 



Brother ! know the world deeeiveth ! 
Trust on Him who safely ^ivtth ! 
Fix not on the world thy trust, 
She feeds us — but she turns to dust, 
And the bare earth or kingly throne 
Alike may serve to die upon ! 



FROM THE GULISTAN. 

The man who leaveth life behind, 
May well and boldly speak his mind : 
Where flight is uone from battle field, 
We blithely snatch the sword and shield; 
Where hope is past, and hate is strong, 
The wretch's tongue is sharp and long; 
Myself have seen, in wild despair, 
The feeble cat the mastiff tear. 



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FKOM Till-: CULISTAX. 

Who the silent man can prize, 
If a fool he be or wise ? 
Tet, though lonely seem the wood, 
Therein may lurk the beast of blood, 
Often bashful looks conceal 
Tongue of fire and heart of steel. 
And deem not thou, in forest grey, 
Every dappled skin thy prey ; 
Lest thou rouse, with luckless spear, 
The Ligf-r for the fallow deer I 



IMITATION OF AN ODE BY KOODRUT. 

Ambition's voiec was in my ear, she whisper' d yesterday, 
" How goodly is the land of Eoom, how wide the Russian 

sway! 
How bless'd to conquer either realm, and dwell through life 

to come, 
Lull'd bythe harp's melodious string, cheer 'd by the northern 

But Wisdom heard ; " Oh youth," she said, " in passion's 

fetter tied, 
O come and see a sight with me shall cure thee of thy pride !" 



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She led me to a lonely dell, a sad and shady ground, 
Where many an ancient sepulchre gleam 'd in the moonshine 

round. 
And " Here Secunder sleeps, "she cried; " this is his rival's 

stone ; 
And here the mighty chief reclines who rear'd the Median 

throne. 
Enquire of these, doth aught of all their ancient pomp 

remain 
Save late regret and bitter tears for ever and in vain ? 
Return, return, and in thy kciirt tup-iiven keep my lore ; 
The lesser wealth, the lighter load,— small blame betides the 



'ri[.v_\--.r.ATiiix or a >ov.\i',t. 



In those eyes that glisten as in pity for my pain, 

Are they gems, or only dew-drops ? Can they, will they long 

remain ? 
Why the strength of tyrant beauty thus, with seeming ruth 

restrain ? 
Better breathe my last before thee, than in lingering grief 

remain. 

To yon planet, l^u.' hnscivr.n m-ry month to wax and wane; 
And — thy world of blushing brightness, — can it, will it long 



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Asuf ! why in mournful numbers, of thine absence thus 

complain, 
Chance has join'd us, chance has parted ! — nought on earth 

can long remain. 

In the world mayst thou, beloved ! live exempt from grief 

and pain. 
On my lips the breath is fleeting — can it, will it long 



LINES ADDRESSED TO MKS. HEBER, 

If thou wert by my side, my love, 
How fast would evening fail 

In green Bengala's palmy grove 
Listening the nightingale- ! 

If thou, my love, wert by my side, 

My babies at my knee. 
How gaily would our pinnace glide 

O'er Gunga's mimic sea I 

I i:ii=3 tha: nt the dawning grey, 

When, on our deck reclined, 
In careless ease my limbs I lay 

And woo the cooler wind. 



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I miss thee when by Gunga's stream 

My twilight sleps I guide, 
But most beneath the lamp's pale beam 

I miss tkee from my side. 

I spread my hooks, m\ 7 pencil try 

The lingering noon to cheer, 
But miss thy kind approving eye, 

Thy meek attentive ear. 

But when of morn and eve the star 

Beholds me on my kuce, 
I feel, though lliou art di-Jant far, 
Thy prayers ascend for me. 

Then on ! then on ! where duty leads, 

My course be onward still, 
O'er broad Hindostan's sultry mead, 

O'er bleak Almorah's hill. 

That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, 

Nor wild Malwah detain ; 
For sweet the bliss us both awaits 

By yonder western main. 

Thy towers, Hamliny, ;:.<"Q-n l:r:glit, they say, 

Across the dark blue sea. 
But ne'er were hearts so light and gay 

As then shall meet in thee ! 



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AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL. 

Oue task is done ! on Gunga's breast 
The sun is sinking down to rest ; 
And, moor'd beneath, the tamarind bough, 
Our bark has found its harbour now. 

Wlf.li I'.irkcl tall and painted side 
Behold the tiny frigate ride. 
Upon her deck, 'n.id ulmreoal gleams, 
The Moslem's savoury supper steams ; 
While all apart beneath the wood, 
The Hindoo cooks bis simpler food. 

Come walk with me the jungle through. 
If yonder hunter told us true, 
Far off in desert dank and rude, 
The tiger holds its solitude ; 
Nor (taught by recent harai to shun 
The thunders of the English gun) 
A dreadful guest 'unit Tiirdv seen, 
Returns to scare the village gram. 
Come boldly on ! no venom'd snake 
Can shelter in so cool a brake. 
Child of the Sun 1 he loves to lie 
'Midst Nature's embers, parch' d and dry, 
Where o'er some tower in ruin laid, 
The peepul spreads its haunted shade ; 
Or round a tomb his scales to wreathe 
Fit warder in the gate of Death. 



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i MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 

Come on ! yet pause ! Behold us now 
Beneath the bamboo's arched bough, 
Where gemming oft that sacred gloom 
Glows the geranium's scarlet bloom.*, 
And winds our path through many a boner 
Of fragrant tree and giant flower ; 
The Ceiba's crimson pomp display'd 
O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade. 
And dusk anana's prickly glade ; 
While o'er the brake, so wild and fair 

Tilt brti:l lvnves his crest in air. 

With pendent train and rushing wings 

Aloft the gorgeous peacock springs ; 

And he the bird of hundred dyesf , 

Whose plumes the dames of Ava prize. 

So rich a shade, so green a sod 

Our English fairies never trod ! 

Yet who in Indian bowers has stood, 

But thought on England's " good greenwood ! 

And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade, 

Tier hazel and her hawthorn glade, 

And breath 'd a prayer, (how oft in vain !) 

To gaze upon her oaks again ? 

A truce to thought,— the jackal's cry 

Resounds like sylvan revelry ; 

And through the trees yon failing ray 

Will scantly serve to guide our way, 

Yet mark, as fade tin; upper sk;<;j. 



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MIM^T.LANKOt.'S I'OL-Jlt:-. 

Each thicket opes tea thousand eyes. 

Before, beside us, and above. 

The fire-fly lights his lamp of love, 

Retreating, chasing, sinking, soaring, 

The darkness of the copse exploring. 

While to this cooler air confest, 

The broad Dhatura bares her breast, 

Of D-iiirnut scent and virgin while, 

A pearl around the locks of night ! 

Still as we pass in soften'd bum 

Along the breezy alleys come 

The village song, the horn, the drum. 

Still as we pass, from bush and briar, 

The shrill Cigala strikes his lyre ; 

And, what is she whose liquid strain 

Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ? 

I know that soul-cut ranting swell. 

It is — it must be — Philomel ! 

Enough, enough, the rustliuir tre^s 

Announce a shower upon the breeze, 

The flashes of the summer sky 

Assume a deeper, ruddier dye ; 

Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, 

Prom forth our cabin sheds its beam ; 

And we must early sleep to find 

Betimes the morning's healthy wind. 

But oh 1 with thankful hearts confess 

E'en here there may be happiness ; 

And He, the bounteous Sire, has given 

His peace on earth, — his hope of Heaven ! 



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CARMEN S.ECULARE. 



Felices Britonum curas, atque addita yitre 
Commoda, et inventas artes, belliqne triumphos, 

l:\[>ci!:;vm : Vus, An^liaui: cliirisr.hr;a aenlis 
Lumina, queis mundi rerumque arcana retexit 
Ipsa volens Nature; et vos, qui martia passi 
Vnl]'icr;i, pro pulria jus-tis randislis in armis, 
Mngnanimi heroes ! vestras date floribus urnas 
Spargere, nee nostras conamina temnite mus;e ! 

Sit mihi fas audita loqui, sit facta refcrre, 
Tardaque hi? di-nis volvuiriu rempora lusi-ris 
Respicere ; liumrmi^ licrt irijuora turbida vi'ir- 
Itusa gemat circ-umspectaiis, suaimque revolvat 
Mcesta homiimm scelera, et parvo aub pectOTe fluctus 
Irarum ingentes, et corda oblita futuri. 

Inde graves nasci luetus, et bella per orbem, 
Et diras passim ca?des, et mille doloris, 
Mille mali facies, fuso Discordia crine 
Funeream aweiidcns tii'dam, insatiata cruore 
Vindicta, et desolatas bacchata per urbes 
Ambitio, et Culpa: merito comes addita Pcena. 



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Nam Pater oni'iipincns hnsotis logibu; orbem 
Temperat, et denso noctis velatus amictu, 
Sceptra tenet, nobis, credo, neqtie machina rerum 
Tota patet, certive arcana volumnia fati. 

Haud tamen, haud nostrum est rerum alteexquirere causas , 
Tantum adeo aversamur opus, magis acta referre, 
Et patriam aggredimur laudem, vocat altior armis, 
Altior ingenio Britannia, ssecla parentum 
Exsuperana faraa, et majoribus inclyta cceptis. 

Depietaa alii voces, Cadmeia signa* ; 
Et Batavumf curas, calami qua; liedia primum, 
Et scriptie docuere moras odisse tabellte j 
Mirando ductas alii magaete carinas, 
Nilralosque ignoa cele brunt, iniitataque Divum 
Fulmina, vim quorum contra nihil ipsa valeret 
Lories Madden, aut elypei scptemplicis orbes ; 
At cccli doculsse vias, quo eoncita motu 
Sulera a^ant cltui aortunias le^e cinyeas ■ 
Qui cursus anni ; quo sol moderavnine ilo;ial 
Errantes Stellas, medii ad preetoria mundi 
Regius ipse st'dens ; coeundi quanta cupido, 
Ordine quaxjue suo teneai ; quo turbidus iEstu 
Invadat terrain ductus, fugiatque vicissim, 



iro pe by Cadmus. 

- The discovery r>f printing (limrtvrer the fnuifl r,f John Fausnis may have 

nsferred a part of the praise to Menti) appears to belong to Hollind. 



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Mb CARMEN S^CULARB. 

Luna, tuum comitatus iter ; qua? splendida lucis 
Materies ; septomque Iris trahat unde colores ; 
Laus erit hasc saltern, nostroque htec gloria sado. 

Quanquam etenim haud nostris illuxit prima diet 
Vis animi, Newtone, tui, et felicior astas 
Ingenii eximios jactet nascentis honores ; 

Scd vidisse lamcn, mil et Liudivissi: aW'ntem 
Te, decus patrise ! Nature magne sacerdos ! 
Contigit kuic aaclo, et circumflevisse sepulchrum. 

Nee vero, interea, nobis non utilis unda*, 

SLi|q)us:iis llaumiis modi'-oqiK! :u:eensa ealore, 
Mirum adeo tulit auxiliiiin, stat turns ad auras, 
Sulphurea nebula, et fumosis cincta luie'rjris ; 
Pendet abhinc vastamque extrudit in acia roolem 
Ferratis trabibus cent unique iimcxa eaiunis 
Macbina, quin su'it-i? eale'k-ui sii'vit aqua- v 



Alta petens, gulidmn tern: 
Quk simul accepit gremi 
Desertumque super spati 



de culmine nympham 
p, condensa residit, 

atria linqult, 



Nec mora, — pracipiti tend ens in inania curat, 
Irruit, et portam obstantem. circuinfluus ffither 
Deprimit, hinc motu alterno surgitque caditque 
Libra ingens, molesque graves impostaque teranit 
Pondera; quin tali liumeiit is penetralia terru! 
Auxilio ingredimur qua divitis ima metalli 
Vena latefc, tali domitum molimine ferrum 



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Tn viirius cogit forma 5, finsntqi.n; prcuicndo 
Malleus ; at veniet tempus, cum viribi-s illis 
Adverse- tardas urgebit flumine cyrnbaa 
Navita, et obstantes scindet sine remige ductus. 

Sed neque nos ignota latent tua tenuia regna*, 
Aura levis ! quantoa ibi nc-stri mira trhrmphos 

Vis Uilit ingcnii ! lustnilani lnivibus astbram, 
Littoribua longe patriis terraque rellcta, 
Vidimus, cl iiiajnii. auperatitpp mfimia mmidi 
Icarias bominea ausoa contemnere pcenas. 

Guin et scire datar quo crebris ignibus aerf 
Innocuum raicet, ardentem quo fulroims alum 
Ducat docta manus, certoque in tramite flammam 

Dii'ijiaL ; aa;nosco base noatris concessa diebua 
Arcana, et longos proavis ignota per annos ! 
Nonne rides ! nimborum inter weliqiie tumultus, 

Tra'-scrlpf.!) cclcres conrummt online ilnmi:i;c, 
J'orrigir. f.\."iUu!ii qua 1'ei'cea vir^ii IridcuLuin 
Servatrix ; tutis assurgimt terapla celuniii^ 
Tniwea, vi'^umqui: domus atque aurea teota. 

HJnc etiam variis aptat raedicamina morbis { 
Naturai experhii sapiens, renin- at que trementum 
Corpora fracta suuim, et tristi languentia nocte 



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298 CARMEN SJECULARE. 

Lamina; jam vitreo circumvolvcutc cyJiiiili-o 
Igneus exsiluit vigor, et penetrabilis art us 
Percurrit calor, et venia se immiscuit iinis. 

Quid referam servain v.wdh, ercplLiqui! lellio * 
Corpora, cum stevia Aeherontis faucibus ha^sit 
Eluctans anima, et vultus et livida circum 
Tempora diriguil (.■uut-riilo liumhic sanguis? 



Atque ea dum in patrio molimina tanta 
Rite solo, iulerca hand segnes aliena per arva 
Iuseqiiimur iamsiiL, iiLcriia^iiij aiigemus honores. 
Voa fortunati ! primam quibus ausa carina 
Spernere casruleos tines, et limina rerum 
Antiqua, et magno nova qusrere littora ponto ! 
Talibus incceptis olioi tua flumina, Amazon, 
Inventique Cuba; sc'pul.i, (t\ ;;na?que f paludes, 
Visaque tharifcris % pulchenima Florida pratis. 

Non tamen Hesperius duetor §, non classis Ibera, 
Non quos bellipotens emisit Lisboa nautas, 
Laudibus Angliaci M'rtw.t duris, illc aonantes 
Annyanis || SL-opulos- .inter, ™l;u:iataque ponti 
Claustra viam tenuit, non ilium terruit Arctos 



X Affording to the Span! 



seniime for Hie »t™ifs if Hi=Jiri:ig. 



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CARMEN SM COL ARE. Z\ 

Parrhaais, atque snis Bos-ens s;',:vissimus oris, 
Nic miiras immites ftuctus et littora vidit 
Auatrali vieinu polo, qua i'riiddu pundit 
Cseruleoa Maloitiu* sums, atque altera nostris 
Subjecta iraper:'j. k-rrar unique ultima Tludi; f . 
Quern non dira fames auri, 11011 impia diixit 
Ambitio, aut saiva? fallax pietatis imago ; 
S-d jiiiiriij: diviiiiLs amor; sed vivida virtus 
Impidit, 1,1. monti.e luudis £Cii.(tos(i rupido. 

Nee lustra re via? tan turn traetusque hdente 
-Equoris audaces jnssit Britannia puppes ; 
Scilicet oceani imperium invictumqiie tridentem 
Classe yirisque potens, tenet, setermimque tenebit 
Ilia, maris regina ; en ! Plata sonantibus xindis, 
Ultimus, en, Daonas {, et fulvas Tigris arena 
Pundit ope; vnr'ns, piu'dmrpie assueta Malaya 
Submisso nostras veneratur acinaee leges. 
Quid timings ii i nn on iii ivsiporium, quid sabdita regna 
jEthiopum, primoque rubentia littora sole, 
Et quibus assiduo curru jam lenior oris 
Erfundit fossa tandem vis sera diet? 
Nobis, cuos rap-do soiudi; Lauren this amne 
b'oucus paront eampi, et. rp:n plurlma lianas 
l:i%n:i In vat., pnsitii- armis oor.kTi-ila paei/m 
Birraa petit, gens dura virum petiere Marattse. 

■ The Spanish name for Falkland's Islands. 

T So Billed by Capiiin Cook, as being the most southern known land. 

* Tbs river of Ava. 



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Quid Javse referam montes, quid saxa Mysoree? 
Uuteque nimis tepido consurgia proxima soli, 
Taprobavie, lsetasque tuas, Caffraria, vites? 
Tuque etiam immeritis Gallorum erepta catenis, 
Anglorum lseto fluitaiitia signa triumpho 
Vidisti tandem, Mclite! tuque, mclyta Calpe ! 
Eirma manes, nostris dudum decorata tropais, 
CAuffi rupe Hemilc-ii, qua: miiitc tuta Britanno 
Hispanumque minas et inania despicia arma. 
Interea, quascunque viam tenuere per imdas, 
(Sceva licet nostro minitetur Gallia regno, 
Et conjuratis Europe ferveat armis) 
Submittunt humiles nobis vexilla carina?. 

Nee tamen lias tantum meruit Britannia laudea, 
Magna armis, — major pietate ; — hinc Hie * remotos 
{lUe, decus nostrum, et meritie pars optima famse) 
Lustvavit populos, et dissita regua tyrannum, 
Panderet ut mcestas arces invitaque Phoebe 
Limina, qua nigris late sonuere cavernis 
Assidui gemitus et iniqui pondera fern. 

Hinc etiam Lybico f consurgunt littore tunes, 
Nostneque incultis monstrantur gentibus artes, 
Hesperidum scopulos ultra et desert a Siiiiarfe 
Fceda situ : nee longa dies, cum servus iniqua 
Vincula rumpat ovans, et pictas Gambia puppes 
Et nova arenosis miretur mcenia ripia ! 



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CABMEN SECULARS. < 

patria 1 felix nimium ! seu. pace volentes 
Alma regas populoa et juata lege ferocea 
Arbitra compeacas, seu belli tela corusces 
Fulmmea metuenda manu ; tu, maxima, ponto, 
Tu circumfusia victrix, duminaberis ilhiIih ! 

Citicta eteiiim patria frondentia tempora quercu 
Te comitem adjunxit, nostroque in littore sedem 
Aurea Libertaa posuit, non ilia furentes 
Sueta animos, cceciquc inccndere pectora vulgi ; 
Qualis Sarmaticoa olim bacchata per agros 
Effera,— sanguinea, — aut qualem nunc Gallia plorat 
Maternia sparsam lacrymia et c&de suorum : — 
At populia, Alurede, tuia qua Candida primum 
Illuxit, e»b' soboles, qu* aawa Britannum 
.Kntnant ccrda et torvis metuenda tyrannis 
Jura dedit, longos illinc deducta per annos 
Imperia, et trino concordia fffidere regna. 

Marlburioa teator cineres, effusaque Galli 
Agmina (cum luctu pallena Lodoicua et ira, 
Undiquc diirjcctas acies fcedataque flevit 
Lilia, vix media demum securus in urbe.) 
Quid Libertatis potuit divinitus ardens 
Flamma, quid invicti teator potuere Britaimi ! 

Nee jam magnorum proles oblita parentum 
Naacimur; hand adeo dirimia pectoria ardor, 
Martiaque edonnit virtus ; — Tua flumina, Nile, 
Testor, quasque Tagus dives devolvit arenas ! 



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302 CARMEN S.ECULARE. 

Scilicet ct fnictns vidisti, Tcxck*, classes, 
Et apes abniptas, atque irrita tela tuorum ! 
Quid referam claras victrici classc call-in la', 
Qua viridem Armoricam inter Dumnoniaque arva 
Hesperio resonant Uxantia littora flucta ? 

Cum spreto malesana Deo totmnque per orbem 
Gallia, cceca, furens, eimctas sibi subdere gentes 
Sperabat, solioque sacros detrudere Eeges, 
Reppulit ipsa suo venientcm liti.nre pestcm 
Anglia, et his saltern vetuit consUtere terris. 
Ergo inter medias Europe illsesa ruinas 
Constitit, baud rerum tantis labefacta procellis, 
Devictos inter populos, et diruta late 
Imperia: lias cotiril Pitt sis coiilerritn secies, 
Has antiqua Fides ;— atque, O, ni tristia fati 
Jura vctcut, orbis prinnnn eoliiberti tvraimos 
Nostrum erit, eversoque iterum succurrere steclo. 



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MOTES OS 'TiLEsTIM-:.' 1 



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NOTES ON " PALESTINE." 



untnins of Palestine are full oi 
d one or other of the methods 1 



The imtameable spirit, feodal customs, and affection for K:m.] 
l-.'.uli distinguish i;ii.- iixiraordlnnry i-aiw n-]to boast themselves 
remnant of the Crusaders, are well described in rages. The at 



V.,I::-||.:,.; first Disc, to the t 



And vnTtstmm'd tin gtntrota vialagefjws. 
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itr ami I'ag,!,. 



OTijiir '■ ':;v :i. :-: l;- > .-^a] .1 : ■11; iku'Ji^ :^i lln' A'li^.'. C'»'r: 
TavtvuiCi 1 ;mi Kaleigll. 



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30G NOTES OM "PALESTINE. 

P. 8, L 26. 

Through Nature? t nns i~mi<kfd wuxmj 
The Arabian mythology respecting Solomon is in il 
is so Illustrative of tlie present state of tHe country, i 
ji^T'iinMi: to SiTipluii', tint it vai iud^ed iinpi-op.-.r I 
of it, though it* wildness might have operated as an i 



;iugs ix. 2 Citron, viii.) and l ; :j i-.-.-r-.: il. tradition marks him out, I 
it probability, a3 the found. :■ i:f linlLrr. KsUUmr is also atlriln 






w lovely were thy Unts, 



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NOTES ON " Imi.k.stim;. 



glory ol the LorI i]:i'm llii: 1:.. .!■;■, :!.;■;. ■ ha.vinl I] HJ li no I w i ',\itb 1 
IS to the ground upon the ua.veme[n. and ^-'jr^l]ii>]iuil. ,: iljljii'ii. V 






Weep for yoo.r eoaatryjor : 



tl:,:y F.s.vih"i »■! Iai-.u ,l s)ifiif r.j Til 115. l-'nr tin' lu.mbin ilnrailn of his 

onn:l:ha!, :h'il 5.i ■.-■: -TifSw ;.i''>i t. Lfi.i.'jV'T. Wi e-ras'Ki 11 sTecssi nij 
raisuurii; and that after all was iiivr, in rolii hiiMil and rarriimoiir, he 
taO:brat':d iiis 1;::::l:.:i':i '^:i :u!ay will: -inilar sa-.Tiixoa ; we can hardly 
donbl a- tn Hi'.: natari' of tliat i:r,;..|.l i/riini/. '.]iii:h ili^Uuhial tl:-j rlyiru: 
moments of "the darlini; of 11m human raw." After all, the cnidlits 
of this man are nroraihij- safer..".! in tin' high jirii'st's narrative. The 
fill of ,1 era sali: iu nearly resembles that of Zaragoza, hut it is a Morln 



The Temple of the sepulc 



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The invasions of the civilised parts of Asia by the Arabiai 

Turk iili Mahometans. 

r. is, 1. as. 

Tin vunwkriag hermit waked the ft-trm ti/Kjr. 
Prtcr the Hermit. The KOrld lias lioon 5,1 long accustnnied to 
tlie Crusades wnsjiifiwi as 1!ic height of frenzy and injustice, il 

of geni'mus couth.!??. Hi." wbalc. of Kuroj* 'voulil [.crliaps have i 
?L-irl Chri^tiauHv' l.ci'ri buried in tin 1 niiri-. Ir was not, as Voltoii 
falsely or weakly aasurtrl, :: <■ ^iliaoy of n.ljbers; it wag not a 

aimed at the heart of a m«t i 11 ■»■ or fill a:ni active enemj. Had n 



Tiielans, Italy, and 


ttesci 


ity iv.m:ian 


: of Chsisti: 


jtftyin 


Spun, 


iiL-ain ii.ivt' jall.n 


Into thei 




IFraMhoi 


self hai 




the boiiiL^iii ami g 




ne of a Ch 








Bnbingation. 




P.14,1.1 


,s 








itardlm 










rs»u 


■Whig** 


'«■«"* 


i«««r»j ^ 


F». 




S« 


iVertol, 


Hist. Chev. 


de Malta, 1 


[T.l. 





Bremras, and Tamerlan 



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P. 14,1.18. 

/■:.'.-'■; 1.1:', b:,»;i i-::ir. 
The lin-3 i>:.?..'jrrt A-l a- ?J'.V ), sownLing (r, Sir Walter Ha 



La divisa ilal Tu.jriil.., ultima Irlaiida. 

Tasso, fllernaa Lib, i. 



I will multiply ft 
And they shall bs 



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f."'ij.!i\'.. tin bright ['■'.aon of iKirerain^jioiv. 
it piv.it. dily, (lie luily Jerusalem, descending ou 
ii-iii;; thu gl'jry of God. 1 ' licv. uL 10. 



^;,W .'.■ '.'■,■> r^>r;>>. V. 

■■.1 I s.w lid h:iii|ili.' liii.''uiii : for tie f.ifd God almighty ai 
are tin: tempi! tf it. And Uiecity hud no need ol' (he. sira, n 
moon, to shim! in it: for t.Eie slory of Cod did light*!! it, a! 
is the light thereof," Rev. ixi. 22. 



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■ri ils iiiiirio fi'.ni the j]^L!;libi'iiriii^ 
lost dreadful Blaugtilvir lr'..k ].1;K': 
author "hail, a few weefcs before ha-? 
Ihiv i-^lol:-r;i-i ; <l -7\tl:[. 



,- I .i'iii|-- I:' 1:1. i:li.'i\, "Iii.t, !:y I -i;r l! j n I , j-| ill 1 .- and ili 
.■ V.-ILI'I lUi.'ll ■>:' ai:v ;.ii\>\> Kl. :■::. ■:.:! -la:.":. Ill llie |jar- 

if Spain, however, li is a, hope which the author has not 



religion- 



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of Prussia, who fell gloriously w 






tl:™- Iwi! LINlI TTiSlVll-lumffl, 
1 A.iK.re.i.-IJo. la Clude, Hisi 



laslsm teeshrs qf;!i,:!r Sliding ;«•■/. 
*ho under Pelagius flint opposed tl 



»<&, simmi :■-.:,' of Sf-nix's li.-.-i.k- n'w, 

*"■ !|M («-otIi;i;im£Epfi;itiiiT]i "ivcnliy iiishop Percy in lits Eeliques; 

ami Uio mure accural e '.rui.iljtiu]::; li' V.i. R.jdd, in his Civil Wars of 



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NOTES OS "J.X;!'JJ.T.:." 



The Gothic monarchy in S['.*.iii "«i (ivi-rUimifn tiy the Mussulr 
at the hnttle of Xeres, the Christian amy being defeated with drei 
slaughter, and the death of their king, the unhappy and licenr 






historians: win, di::'<sit.rd, in:.; jn;;;i;r f the Sjiaiiisl: i -.unseM, nii.l this 

jri-iivsc anttiurity of Mariana, llu; yliule terse, of Charlemagne and the 
i'viilvo poors if ['r.\m'i', :il. i'..i:. ,>. 'illus. liimiM-iii :1'1 C.i:;:in, t E 1 1> son 
of Ailing'* -l-|:.t-, XimoTi.v ^:i:: Lis grs-n-;ii : n 1 1 ■ 1 according to Don 

"-^ r l:';ir iin: :n .:':!■ ■■■ -.'I < -":i:i iI:t!i.! !7ti»: v,i-. linoiiMr^'.L. :iri:l ' : Ve Ai-I i.lli >: 

r.nly viiiMiirnbl" in the hmiV :■! ^i!/-r.i '■l.iHi In' ..c:V: ai'iay;; iron shucs, 

Mr. S.iiiiln'y's I'll ■■on irl.; of the ( ill ; a ivort rcplotc iritli po-ivorfii) (loscriii- 



nullmn quod tetigit non ornavit." 



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notes os " TAmnrr.,''' 



leChssti 



Thcpoistd Sotajice, w™Mm;» .ili'fl v>Wif<ile. 
i- iuiiuiO'] liv.in i;ni: in Mr. ]':j-i'jj '^ :;:j:-lt^d v 
nt of Ihe 1'rcnch revolution. 

P. 33, 1. 23. 



Milton, Paradise Regained. 



1'. rii : 1. La. 
Judith. 



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NOTES ON "THE PASSAGE OF THE RED S 



. U-.:>,\-..— S- nr--.nr. M'firac. 






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ni- L'LNMAK 



The. frsiYtK n'lh thai tormented three, 
ib three were Sisyphus, Titytis, and Ixion. The author of the 

i?Cy, Or, at least, of tljal. ;ir.:;.^L'v; m IlL:-Il ilv-ir-l'r-, I III' |iuliisli:ri<.T>t* 
iTLtalus. assi^'iH liirn an etonrity uf hunger, thirst, and disappoint- 
, Which of thcso .i|'ir-.-::n- i -. r:,..-; ^;:,:-,.ut, is neither very easy 
r nry material ti decide. The impending root of Pindar is perhaps 
5 appropriate, but smvly a ioi.iv ;i>r\i:. .;.ii.; ui.'.lc r.: p'nilsbm.iu . 



■jt ivhethiir it may still be traced. 



P. 113, L 20. 
god, who behaldeth thee end aU thy deeds. 

] i::.n'.t iT:d.-d 1 .. 11-----.-! 'i-lilt 'In: <>lyn|i./ :it". :1 otlKT &r."< 
iri|:::::f.r.ci-. iirli-.i'iLi i! -■■> :l-.ri by II.'': s:atcsmcn andirarr. 
as is prfteTidcil by ll>; sophist; of !:iti™ ai'iii: ly.it 1'bfn 



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N' THE TKANSLATIO.VS OF FISDAR. Si: 



ta»B who presided over l.i'- region of I'm:.-,- hopes and fi:ir- ; a BORiple 
irr.iifindiijL' wit!: tin' Ii.iljbiiiicsl u.-.tii :i.h oi" Uic 1 r . : ■ : 1 , 1 1 .1 ..: IVjni. Thy 
icimi-s ..:i:.j ImIIoil- |'iv-r:i! .'. r'l iikir.,'7 :i:-.i-|,., i.'v r.. rju : - :i:v!h'!-u7 
' Ilirinr, :n- 1 ul' tin ;'.viii.t:l1 herd :? < ; r . -ri. : . li |i.j.1i, v. !i.'io 7..::n i- ^i 
il ililijliiir t:i tr.il rin> .■■.L|;fi;mi <t[viu[(y if Pindar, a.! lie nlic/l.-.n if 
'inriiir [lin-.i 11" t:i!ls linn if tFm tfrnnn-ss : i r i . ; 1 1 : , . p ■..■ - ' > ,:f i^vvi'iti.m. 
'l.i HiiiTh*!™ .hi- tb<s.c Ijlcnsmisn dic'riurs with those of Hindustan 



is admitted »iUi so miu'li dilliciilty into the inlands of tlie Messed 
this was considered tn the time of Pindar as sufficient to ssclo 



likely that rimiar's peculiarities should escape crit 
mper such as to bea-r it with a very even mind. He 
assailants Kith st least a sufllelent portion of disds 



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318 NOTES ON THE TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR. 



. ir Ti-i i_i 1 j..l1 r!vii- r Pcibap,; ini[^.\l Ell^ M 
.: "^■::i'-.^-" l,:[:i-\iLai:f. ;:r I'm. 1 ■ h.-.-m? of Uh: 

those who knew tlif imiirrtsiifc ol" such » jirPsent. Tie ll;-,n:rl;::n^n 
or Atlisitin ivgi.'in, ii-liicli ft.nnrmally iwiU'd in iirpporti™ aft T.vrupe 



r. 125, i. 12,-1:1 

*■>.:■: r.v.w !■}■: j ',■.'.'' l.\- .■■■'.■' 

ci. n:i:- celebrated at Lemnos by Its oupltable qtreen Hyptifplle, as i Let 
beaded, and ttujii/'i'io :l::rii^.l by Ibn i.niriiiinn womiMi ::i:l':-i: I.;: >im 



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NOTES OB THE TRANSLATIONS 07 PINDAR. 319 



]•. i;a, i.vi- 







A,,,)J>:-7, : ,U: 


t tOur clasp oimj 












That riuMyprwdd her . 


iHH*Hf 


ride. 






I Font 


ice 


in the present 


insfnrw.; 1 


o tram 


[ate "xi 


*«(," i 


tcLtsp, 


bacMMli 








'.I'.! IT I'lLL^l:' 








•Hit. 




run by a 


horse's ■ 








'I, re"**. 


aft" 


ton, appended i 




of Hen 


uleB,wM 


















l:i.li ri?n'il'if[]S 


mentions 


1*. 














paaaage nude 


rstand -thy the 


pregnant Eradue- 


ihouliei 


munbei 


herself 



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NOTES TO THE "MORTE D ARTHUII. 

Me at the flame time. Jim ttirs round ami cup-like form of ai 



T^Jutw, £veen efdeitia- 
S:n:i !■:■ ■:!_■ ■■ a-; llii^ ?;■;■■: r to ttmv.,, t'-.^t, :l nt :1c Oili.a o!' l : ii:.la- 
inslviiii ■■!' l>.:i':. : : -^1 . - : i . ■ . ■ : I li i -: I . i: . 111 ■ I li> a i.- ;■■■!-■ I : ; ■■: hired :]:iL:.[. , :rLi'^ 

anil .inl.T., ]u tli.' abanrd and irn|i '--il'le mai ■ I'ri^i ndeil I'y tlio later 

(iredail v.r'.;,r- VI;,, a;' :■- -I. .I----7II--. ■ !l : i':".' , :[|-.^ ")]a'r '.iv,-|l . : .i:ti. :.litLL'i i- ill 
man;- illE-an,:,:- apparent), Mro rlTifoii by li„; va>cf himself sitting, (Ms 
iron cnair was long n^rrvial at 13 civile!',; aiai accampauied by one m- 
lnarc nivlKLfiiills, such a- the Tla:b.):i ,hru,-,:; ulm-su In) her): o-.oqilimmis. 



Olvranle nri7') baa ;]"t ii.vn so gi'-arly overrated by poels ai 
rjuarieSj and that it waa indeed " a i:ii"i ina-e valuable ttiao a ] 



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£ b'ginniiig of Elm si^lb i^Tilurv 



J/.d >>.-■:•:■.*, ahosB lady' a loyalty 
was the only Knight of the Round TaM 



:ii5r\r ilijii;i:u 7 rii ,t»™ i"r::m tiiK imdu S[r Mark nf Com' 



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