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Thy call an abject Nation can restore,
And, tired with sport, wouldst sink asleep
Dread Minister of wrath!
Back flows the willing current of my Song:
- Rold Goddess! range our Youtlı among;
What though this ancient Earth be trod
And die hushed farewell of an eye
- But oh! what transports, what sublime reward,
But, if such homage thou disdain
But thou, O Goddess ! in thy favourite Isle (Freedom's impregnable redoubt, The wide Earth's store-liouse fenced about With breakers roaring to the gales That stretch a thousand thousand sails) Quicken the Slothful, and exalt the Vile! | Thy impulse is the life of Fame; Glad Hope would almost cease to be If torn from thy society; And Love, when worthiest of the name, Is proud to walk the Earth with thee!
If there be movements in the Patriot's soul, From source still decper, and of higher worth, T is the the quickening impulse to control, And in due season send the mandate forth;
A verse may catch a wandering Soul, that flies
Of Liberty, and smote the plausive string
Till the check'd torrent, proudly triumphiug,
Now seek upon the heights of Time the source DURING the month of December, 1820, I accompanied of a Holy River, op whose banks are found a much loved and honoured Friend in a walk through Sweet pastoral flowers, and laurels that have crowad different parts of his Estate, with a view to fix upon Full of the unworthy brow of lawless force; the site of a New Church which he intended to erect. Where, for delight of him who tracks its course, It was one of the most beautiful mornings of a mild Immortal amaranth and palms abound. season, – our feelings were in harmony with the cherishing influences of the scene; and, such being our purpose, we were naturally led to look back upon past events with wonder and gratitude, and on the future
CONJECTURES. with hope. Not long afterwards, some of the Sonnets which will be found towards the close of this Series If there be Prophets on whose spirits rest were produced as a private memorial of that morning's What Powers, presiding o'er the sacred Well
Past things, reveal'd like future, they can tell occupation. The Catholic Question, which was agitated in Parlia- with its first bounty. Wandering through the West,
Of Christian Faith, this savage Island bless'd ment about that time, kept my thoughits in the same course; and it struck me that certain points in the
Did holy Paul' a while in Britain dwell, Ecclesiastical History of our Country might advan- And call the Fountain forth by miracle, tageously be presented to view in Verse. Accordingly Or He, whose bonds dropped off, whose prison doors
And with dread signs the nascent Stream invest? I took up the subject, and what I now offer to the
Flew Reader was the result.
by an Angel's voice unbarrd ? When this work was far advanced, I was agreeably Storm-driven, who, having scen the cup of woe
Or some of humbler name, to these wild shores surprised to find that my Friend, Mr Southey, was engaged, with similar views, in writing a concise History The precious Current they had taught to flow?
Pass from their Master, sojourn'd here to guard
TREPIDATION OF THE DRUIDS.
Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the SeamexiRydal Mount, January 24, 1822.
Where angurs stand, the future questioning,
Slowly the Cormorant aims her heavy flighet,
That, in the lapse of ages hath crept o'er
Haughty the Bard ;-can these meek doctrines blight
His transports? wither his heroic strains ?
But all shall be fulfilld ;-The Julian spear
A way first open'd: and, with Roman chains,
The tidings come of Jesus crucified ; I, who accompanied with faithful
They come—they spread the weak, the suffering, hear; Cerulean Duddon from his cloud-fed spring,
Receive the faith, and in the hope abide.
Stillingfleet adduces mans arruments in support of this oplak. I, who essay'd the nobler Stream to trace
but they are unconvincing. The latter part of this Sonnet refers to
a favourite notion of Catholic Writers, that Joseph of Arimatha For the convenience of passing from one point of the subject to and his companions brought Christianity into Britain, and bala another without shocks of abruptness, this work has taken the shape rude Church at Glastonbury; alluded to bereafter, in a passage apa of a series of Sonnets : but the Reader, it is hoped, will find that the op the dissolution of Monasteries. pictures are often so closely connected as to have the effect of a
* This water-fowl was, among the Druids, an emblem of those poem in a form of stanza, to which there is no objection but one that traditions conuected with the deluge that made an important part bears on the Poet only-its difficulty.
of their mysteries. The Cormorant was a bird of bad omce.
Even so, in many a re-constructed fane,
Have the Survivors of this Storm renew'd Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road,
Their holy rites with vocal gratitude : Thou wretched Outcast, from the gift of fire
And solemn ceremonials they ordain And food cut off by sacerdotal ire,
To celebrate their great deliverance ; From every sympathy that man bestow'd !
Most feelingly instructed 'mid their fear, Yer shall it claim our reverence, that to God,
That persecution, blind with rage extreme, Ancient of days ! that to the eternal Sire
May not the less, through Heaven's mild countenance, These jealous Ministers of law aspire,
Even in her own despite, both feed and cheer;
TEMPTATIONS FROM ROMAN REFINEMENTS. Glimmers through many a superstitious form
WATCH, and be firm! for soul-subduing vice,
Heart-killing luxury, on your steps await.
And temples tlashing, bright as polar ice,
Their radiance through the woods, may yet suffice DARENESS surrounds us; secking, we are lost
To sap your hardy virtue, and abate On Snowdon's wilds, amid Brigantian coves,
Your love of him upon whose forehead sato Or where the solitary Shepherd roves
The crown of thorns; whose life-blood flow'd, the price Along the Plain of Sarum, by the Ghost
of your redemption. Shun the insidious arts Of Time and Shadows of Tradition, crost;
That Rome provides, less dreading from her frown And where the boatman of the Western Isles
Than from her wily praise, her peaceful gown, Slackens his course—to mark those holy piles
Language and letters ;-these, though fondly viewd Which yet survive on bleak Jona's coast.
As humanizing graces, are but parts
And instruments of deadliest servitude!
That heresies should strike (if truth be scann'd
Is natural as dreams to feverish sleep.
Lo! Discord at the Altar dares to stand
Uplifting tow'rd high leaven her fiery brand, Works busy as the lighting; but instinct
A cherished Priestess of the new-baptized! With malice pe'er to deadliest weapon link'd,
But chastisement shall follow peace despised.
The Pictish cloud darkens the enervate land Which God's ethereal storebouses afford :
By Rome abandon'd; vain are suppliant cries, Against the followers of the incarnate Lord
prayers that would undo her forced farewell, It rages ;—some are smitten in the field
For she returns not. — Awed by her own knell, Some pierced beneath the incffectual shield
She casts the Britons upon strange Allies,
Soon to become more dreaded enemies
Than heartless misery call'd them to repel.
STRUGGLE OF THE BRITONS AGAINST THE By Nature decked for holiest sacrifice.
Rise!-they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask
How they have scourg'd old foes, perfidious friends : As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain
The spirit of Caractacus defends
The Patriots, animates their glorious task;Their cheerfulness, and busily retrim
Amazement runs before the lowering casque Their nests, or chaupt a gratulating hymn
Of Arthur, bearing through the stormy field To the blue cther and bespangled plain;
The Virgin sculptured on his Christian shield :*This hill at St Alban's must have been an object of great inter- Stretch'd in the sunny light of victory bask est 10 the imagination of the venerable Bede, who ibus describes it The hosts that follow d Urien as he strode with a delicate ferlin: delightful to meet with in that rode age, traces of which are freqoror in bis works ; « Variis barbarum flori- O'er heaps of slain ;- from Cambrian wood and moss breze dopictus imò aqurquaque vestitas in quo nibil reprotè ar Druids descend, auxiliars of the Cross; atau pihil prorceps, ahitabruptum, quem lateribus longe lateque Bards, nursed on blue Plinlimmon's still abode, drdartum in modum quoris natura complanat, digoum videlicet eam pro insita sibi sperie venustatis jam olim reddeus, qui beati Push on the fight, to harps preferring swords, taartyris cruore dicaretur,
And everlasting deeds to burning words!
Angli by name; and not an Angel waves
His wing who seemeth lovelier in Heaven's eye Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid
Than they appear to holy Gregory; Of Hallelujahs' tost from hill to hill —
Who, having learnt that name, salvation craves For instant victory. But Heaven's high will
For Them, and for their Land. The earnest Sire, Permits a second and a darker shade
His questions urging, feels in slender ties Of Pagan night. Afflicted and dismayed,
Of chiming sound commanding sympathies;
DE-IRIANS-he would save them from God's fre;
Glad Hallelujahıs to the eternal king!
For ever hallowed be this morning fair,
Blest be the unconscious shore on which ye trcad,
Of martial banner, in procession bear;
The Cross preceding Him who floats in air,
The pictured Saviour !-By Augustin led, Tue oppression of the tumult-wrath and scorn
They come-and onward travel without dread, The tribulation-and the gleaming blades
Chanting in barbarous ears a tuneful prayer, Such is the impetuous spirit that pervades
Sung for themselves, and those whom they would free! The song of Taliesin ; 4--Ours shall mourn
Rich conquest waits them :-the tempestuous sea
These good men humble by a few bare words,
1 From their known course, or vanish like a dream; Another language spreads from coast to coast;
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall,
Where thoughtful Edwin tutored in the school
Mark him, of shoulders curved, and stature tall,
Black bair, and vivid eye, and meagre cheek,
A Man whose aspect doth at once appal, Of a sad market, ranged for public sale,
And strike with reverence. The Monarch leans Where Tiber's stream the immortal City laves;
Towards the truths this Delegate propounds,
Repeatedly liis own deep mind be sounds " Allading to the victory gained under Germanus.-See Bede. • The last six lines of this Sonnet aro chictly from the prose of With careful liesitation, then convenes Daniel ; and here I will stato (though to the Readers whom this A synod of his Counsellors ;--- give car, Poem will chiefly interest it is unnecessary), that my obligations to And what a pensive Sage doth ulter, hear! other Prose Writers are frequent, -obligations which, even if I had not a pleasure in courting, it would have been presumptuoos to shun, in treating an bistorical subject. I must, however, particularise Fuller, to whom I am indebted in the Sonnet upon Wicliffe,
PERSUASION. and in other instances. And upon the Acquitual of ibo Seren Bishops I have done littlo more than versify a lively description of that Man's life is like a Sparrow, ' mighty King! Event in the Memoirs of the first Lord Lonsdale,
That, stealing in while by the fire you sit 1. Etbolforth reached the Convent of Bangor, he perceived the Monks, twelve hundred in number, offering prayers for tbe success * The person of Paulinus is thus described by Bede, from the se of their Countrymen: 'If they are praying against us,' he exclaim- mory of an eye-witness : • Longæ slaturæ, paululum incurras, Bre: ed, they are fighting against us ;' and he ordered them to be first gro capillo, facie macielenta, vaso adunco, pertemui, venerabilis si attacked: they were destroyed; and, appalled by their fate, the mul et terribilis aspectu.. courage of Brocmail wavered, and he fled from the field in dismay. * See the original of this speech in Bede. - The Conversion of Tbus abandoned by tbeir leader, bis army soon gave way, and Edwin, as related by him, is highly interesting—and the breaking Eibelforth obtained a decisive conquest. Ancieni Bangor itself up of this Council accompaniud with an event so striking abd cher soon fell into his hands, and was demolished ; the noble monastery racteristie, that I am tempted to give it at length, in a translation. was levelled to the ground; its library, which is mentioned as a • Who, exclaimed the king, wben the Council was ended, skall large one, the collection of ages, the repository of the most precious first desecrate the Altars and the Templos! I, answered the clief monuments of the ancient Britops, was consumed; half-ruined Priest, for wbo more fit than myself, through the wisdom which walls, Gates, and rubbish, were all that remained of the magni- the true God baub given mo to destroy, for the good example of ficent edifice. - See Turner's valuable History of the Anglo- others, what in foolisboces I worshipped? Immediately, casting
away vain superstition, he besought the king to graat him, what The account Bede gives of this remarkable event, suggests a most the laws did not allow to a priest, arms and a courser ; which striking warning against National and Religious prejudices.
mounting, and furnished with a sword and laner, be proceeded to • Taliesin was present at the battle which preceded this desola- destroy the Idols. The crowd, seeing this, thought him bad- be tion.
however balted pot, but, approaching, he profaned the Teapte,
Housed with rejoicing Friends, is seen lo dit
With the vain world ; who, outwardly as bare
OTHER INFLUENCES. PROMPT transformation works the novel lore,
A1, when the Frame, round which in love we clung, The Courcil closed, the Priest in full career
Is chilled by death, does mutual service fail? Rides forth, an armed man, and hurls a spear
Is tender pity then of no avail ? To desecrate the Fane which licretofore
Are intercessions of the fervent tongue He served folly.- Woden falls-and Thor
A waste of hope!- From this sad source lave sprung is overturned ; the mace, in battle heaved
Rites that console the spirit, under grief So might they dream) till victory was achieved,
Which ill can brook more rational relief : Drops, and the God himself is seen no more.
llence prayers are shaped amiss, and dirges sung Temple and Altar siok, to hide their shame
For those whose doom is fixed! The way is smooth Amid oblivious weeds. « O come to me,
For Power that travels with the human heart: Ye heavy laden!» such the inviting voice
Confession ministers, the pang to soothe lleard dear fresh streams, '-aod thousands, who rejoice Jo him who at the ghost of guilt doth start. To the new Rite--the pledge of sanctity,
Ye holy Men, so earnest in your care, Shall, by regenerate life, the promise claim.
Of your own mighly instruments beware!
PRIMITIVE SAXON CLERGY. 2 How beautiful your presence, how benign,
CONTINUED. Servants of God! who not a thought will share
METAinks that to some vacant Hermitage tauting against ie the lance which be bad held in his band, and, My feet would rather turn-10 some dry nook Lulling in acknowledgment of the worsbip of the true God, ho Scooped out of living rock, and near a brook ordered this companions to pull down the Temple, with all its ep
Ilurled down a mountain-cove from stage to stage, elaseres. The place is shown where those idols formerly stood, not far frota York, at the source of the river Derwent, and is at ibis day
Yet tempering, for my sight, its bustling rage called Gormond Gabam..
In the soft heaven of a translucent pool; • The early properators of Christianity were accustomed to preach Thence creeping under forest arches cool, peer rivers for the convenience of baptism.
Fit haunt of shapes whose glorious equipage * laring spoken of the zeal, disinterestedness, and temperance of the clergy of those times, Bodo thus proceeds: • L'nde etio mag
Would elevate my dreains. A beechen bowl, na erat veneratione tempore illo religionis habitus, ita ut ubicun- A maple dish, my furniture should be ;
cdericus aliquis, aut monachus adveniret, gaudenter ab omnibus Crisp, yellow leaves any bed; the hooting Owl tənquarn Dei famulus exciperetur. Etiam si in itinere persons in- My night-watch: nor should e'er the crested Fowl raivetar, accurrebant, et flexá cervice, vel manu sigoari, vel ore ittias so besedici, gaudebaut. Vorbia quoque horum exfioritoriis from thorp or vill his matins sound for me, diligenter auditum pabebant.. Lil.iil, cap. 26.
Tired of the world and all its industry,