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Strength Raised up to sway the wo
The Source When, looking on the present face of things,
of all I see one man, of men the meanest too! October 7805 Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo,
° With mighty Nations for his underlings,
The great events with which old story rings
Seem vain and hollow; I find nothing great:
Nothing is left which I can venerate;
So that a doubt almost within me springs
Of Providence, such emptiness at length
Seems at the heart of all things. But, great God!
I measure back the steps which I have trod;
And tremble, seeing whence proceeds the strength
Of such poor Instruments, with thoughts sublime
I tremble at the sorrow of the time.
To the Men VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent,
of Kent Ye children of a Soil that doth advance
* Her haughty brow against the coast of France,
Now is the time to prove your hardiment !
To France be words of invitation sent!
They from their fields can see the countenance
Of your fierce war, may ken the glittering lance
And hear you shouting forth your brave intent.
Left single, in bold parley, ye, of yore, ,
Did from the Norman win a gallant wreath ;
Confirmed the charters that were yours before;
No parleying now! In Britain is one breath ;
We all are with you now from shore to shore:-
Ye men of Kent, 'tis victory or death!
What if our numbers barely could defy
The arithmetic of babes, must foreign hordes,
Slaves, vile as ever were befooled by words,
Striking through English breasts the anarchy
Of Terror, bear us to the ground, and tie
Our hands behind our backs with felon cords?
Yields every thing to discipline of swords?
Is man as good as man, none low, done high?
Nor discipline nor valour can withstand
The shock, nor quell the inevitable rout,
When in some great extremity breaks out
A people, on their own beloved Land
Risen, like one man, to combat in the sight
Of a just God for liberty and right.
Sıx thousand veterans practised in war's game, Let
Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayed
Against an equal host that wore the plaid,
Shepherdsand herdsmen.--Like a whirlwind came
The Highlanders, the slaughter spread like flame;
And Garry, thundering down his mountain-road,
Was stopped, and could not breathe beneath the load
Of the dead bodies.-—'Twas a day of shame
For them whom precept and the pedantry
Of cold mechanic battle do enslave.
O for a single hour of that Dundee,
Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Like conquest would the Men of England see ;
And her Foes find a like inglorious grave.
Anticipation SHOUT, for a mighty victory is won !
October, 1803 On British ground the Invaders are laid low;
The breath of Heaven has drifted them like snow,
And left them lying in the silent sun,
Never to rise again !-the work is done.
Come forth, ye old men, now in peaceful show it
And greet your sons ! drums beat and trumpets
Make merry, wives ! ye little children, stun
Your grandame's ears with pleasure of your noise!
Clap, infants, clap your hands! Divine must be
That triumph, when the very worst, the pain,
And even the prospect of our brethren slain,
Hath something in it which the heart enjoys :-
In glory will they sleep and endless sanctity.
After the ANOTHER year !-another deadly blow!
Battle of Another mighty Empire overthrown!
ho And We are left, or shall be left, alone;
1806 The last that dare to struggle with the Foe.
'Tis well! from this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought:
That by our own right hands it must be wrought; |
That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
O dastard whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant; not a servile band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand.
A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground, On a Cele-
And to the people at the Isthmian Games brated Event
Assembled, He, by a herald's voice, proclaims in. Ancient
The LIBERTY OF Greece :—the words rebound stop
Until all voices in one voice are drowned ;
Glad acclamation by which air is rent !
And birds, high flying in the element,
Drop to the earth, astonished at the sound !
Yet were the thoughtfulgrieved; and stillthat voice
Haunts, with sad echoes, musing Fancy's ear :
Ah! that a Conqueror's words should be so dear:
Ah! that a boon could shed such rapturous joy8 !
A gift of that which is not to be given
By all the blended powers of Earth and Heaven.
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn Upon the
The tidings passed of servitude repealed, same Event
And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field, 18107
The rough Ætolians smiled with bitter scorn.
“ 'Tis known,” cried they, “ that he, who would
His envied temples with the Isthmian crown,
Must either win, through effort of his own,
The prize, or be content to see it worn
By more deserving brow8.—Yet so ye prop,
Sons of the brave who fought at Marathon,
Your feeble spirits! Greece her head hath bowed,
As if the wreath of liberty thereon
Would fix itself as smoothly as a cloud,
Which, at Jove's will, descends on Pelion's top.”
To Thomas CLARKSON ! it was an obstinate hill to climb :
Clarkson How toilsome-nay, how dire—it was, by thee on the Abo- Is known: by none, perhaps, so feelingly : lition of the Slave Trade But thou, who, starting in thy fervent prime,
1807 Didst first lead forth that enterprise sublime,
Hast heard the constant Voice its charge repeat,
Which, out of thy young heart's oracular seat,
First roused thee.-0 true yoke-fellow of Time,
Duty's intrepid liegeman, see, the palm
Is won, and by all Nations shall be worn!
The blood-stained Writing is for ever torn;
And thou henceforth wilt have a good man's calm,
A great man's happiness ; thy zeal shall find
Repose at length, firm friend of human kind!
A Prophecy High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you ! February Thus in your books the record shall be found, soul “A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound
ARMINIUS !-all the people quaked like dew
Stirred by the breeze; they rose, a Nation, true,
True to herself—the mighty Germany,
She of the Danube and the Northern Sea,
She rose, and off at once the yoke she threw.
All power was given her in the dreadful trance ;
Those new-born Kings she withered like a flame.”
-Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame
To that Bavarian who could first advance
His banner in accursed league with France,
First open traitor to the German name!