Изображения страниц

To heaven he knelt before the crucifix, Might die in the same moment. Nor in
While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore vain
Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced So prayed he:-as our chronicles report,
Along the beach of this small isle and Though here the hermit numbered his last

day. Of his companion, he would pray that both Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved friend, (Now that their earthly duties were ful. Those holy men both died in the same filled)


Sonnets Dedicated to Liberty.


What hardship had it been to wait an

hour? CALAIS, AUGUST, 1802.


Shame on you, seeble heads, to slavery Fair star of evening, splendour of the West,


COMPOSED NEAR CALAIS, Star of my country!-on the horizon's TO A FRIEND.

ON THE ROAD LEADING TO ARDRES, Thou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sink


AUGUST 7, 1802. On England's bosom: yet well pleased to JONES! while from Calais southward you Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crest and I

(way Conspicuous to the nations. Thou, I Urged our accordant steps, this public think,

(shouldst wink, Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous Shouldst be my country's emblem; and day,*

(liberty: Bright star! with laughter on her banners, When faith was pledged to new-born drest

(spot A homeless sound of joy was in the sky; In thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky | The antiquated earth, as one might say, Beneath thee, it is England; there it lies. Beat like the heart of man: songs, garBlessings be on you both ! one hope, one lands, play, lot,

Banners, and happy faces, far and nigh!
One life, one glory! I with many a fear And now, sole register that these things were,
For my dear country, many neartfelt sighs, Two solitary greetings have I heard,
Among men who do not love her, linger. Good morrow, citizen !'' a hollow word,

As if a dead man spake it! Yet despair
Touches me not, though pensive as a bird

Whiose vernal coverts winter hath laid bare.

1801. Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind, Or what is it that ye go forth to see?

I GRIEVED for Bonaparte, with a vain Lords, lawyers, statesmen, squires of low And an unthinking grief! for, who aspires degree,

(and blind, To genuine greatness but from just desires, Men known, and men unknown, sick, lame, And knowledge such as he could never Post forward all, like creatures of one


[train kind,

[the knee Tis not in battles that from youth we With first-fruit offerings crowd to bend The governor who must be wise and good, In France, before the new-born majesty.

And temper with the sternness of the brain Tis even thus. Ye men of prostrate mind! Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanA seemly reverence may be paid to power; Wisdom doth live with children round her


knees : But that's a loyal virtue, never sown lo haste, nor springing with a transient shower :

14th July, 1790.--[The day on which the

(flown, unfortunate Louis XVI. took the oath of fidelity When truth, when sense, when liberty were to the new constitution.)

Books, leisure, perfect freedom, and the If fall they must. Now, whither doth it talk

(walk tend? Man holds with week-day man in the hourly And what to him and his shall be the end ? Of the mind's business: these are the That thought is one which neither can appal degrees

I the stalk Nor cheer him : for the illustrious Swede By which true sway doth mount ; this is hath done

aboie True power doth grow on; and her rights The thing which ought to be: he stands are these.

All consequences ; work he hath begun
Of fortitude, and piety, and love,

Which all his glorious ancestors approve
CALAIS, AUGUST 15, 1802.

The heroes bless him, him their rightful son. FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names: This is young Bonaparte's natal day, And his is henceforth an established sway,

TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE. Consul for life. With worship France ToUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men! proclaims

[games. Whether the whistling rustic tend his plough Her approbation, and with pomps and Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Heaven grant that other cities may be gay! Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless Calais is not : and I have bent my way

den; To the sea-coast, noting that each man O miserable chieftain ! where and when frames

Wilt thou find patience? Yet die noi ! do His business as he likes. Far other show thou My youth here witnessed, in a prouder Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : time ;

Though fallen thyself, never to rise again, The senselessness of joy was then sublime ! Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left Happy is he, who, caring not for pope,


(and skies : Consul, or king, can sound himself to know Powers that will work for thee, air, earth, The destiny of man, and live in hope. There's not a breathing of the common


That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN | Thy friends are exultations, agonies, REPUBLIC.

And love, and man's unconquerable mind. ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in

(worth And was the safeguard of the West : the

SEPTEMBER I. 1802. Or Venice did not fall below her birth, Among the capricious acts of tyranny that disVenice, the eldest child of liberty.

graced these times, was the chasing of all She was a maiden city, bright and free ; negroes from France by decree of the govern No guile seduced, no force could violate ;

ment: we had a fellow-passenger who was And when she took unto herself a mate,

one of the expelled. She must espouse the everlasting sea ! Driven from the 'soil of France, a female And what is she had scen those glories fade, Thosetitles vanish, and that strength decay: From Calais with us, brilliant in array, Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid negro woman like a lady gay, When her long life hath reached its final Yet downcast as a woman fearing blame : day :

(the shade Meek, destitute, as seemed, of hope or aim Men are we, and must grieve when even She sate, from notice turning not away, Of that which once was great, is passed But on all proffered intercourse did lay away.

A weight of languid speech, -or at the

Was silent, motionless in eyes and face. THE KING OF SWEDEN.

Meanwhile those eyes retained their tropic The voice of song from distant lands shall fire, call

(youth Which, burning independent of the mind, To that great king; shall hail the crowned Joined with the lustre of her rich attire Who, taking counsel of unbending truth, To mock the outcast-0 ye heavens be By one example hath set forth to all

kind! How they with dignity may stand ; or fall; | And feel, thou earth, for this afflicted race!

fee ;



(it be



COMPOSED IN THE VALLEY, NEAR DOVER, | Then cleave, oh, cleave to that which still ON THE DAY OF LANDING.

is left ;

For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would HERE, on our native soil we breathe once That mountain floods should thunder as

that sound before, The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, Of bells,-those boys who in yon meadow- And neither awful voice be heard by thee! ground

(the roar In white-sleeved shirts are playing, -and Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore. WRITTEN IN LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1802. All, all are English. Oft have I looked round


O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must With joy in Kent's green vales ; but never For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,

look Myself so satisfied in heart before. Europe is yet in bonds ; but let that pass. For show; mean handy-work of craftsman,

To think that now our life is only drest Thought for another moment. Thou art


(brook free, My country! and 'tis joy enough and pride in the open sunshine, or we are unblest :

Or groom !-We must run glittering like a For one hour's perfect bliss, to tread the The wealthiest man among us is the best ;

grass of England once again, and hear and see,

No grandeur now in nature or in book
With such a dear companion at my side.

Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
This idolatry; and these we adore ;
Plain living and high thinking are no niore;

The homely beauty of the good old cause

Is gone ; our peace, our fearful innocence INLAND, within a hollow vale, I stood ; And pure religion breathing household laws And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear,

(how near ! The coast of France, the coast of France

LONDON, 1802. Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood. MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this I shrunk, for verily the barrier flood

hour : Was like a lake, or river bright and fair, England hath need of thee ; she is a fen A span of waters; yet what power is there ! or stagnant waters ; altar, sword, and pen, What mightiness for evil and for good ! Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Even so doth God protect us if we be Have forfeited their ancient English dower Virtuous and wise. Winds blow, and of inward happiness. We are selfish men; waters roll,

Oh! raise us up, return to us again ; Strength to the brave, and power, and deity, And give us manners, virtue, freedom, Yet in themselves are nothing ! One decree

power. Spake laws to them, and said that by the soul Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Only the nations shall be great and free! Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like

the sea ;

Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGA- So didst thou travel on life's common way, TION OF SWITZERLAND.

In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart

The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Two voices are there ; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains ; each a mighty

GREAT men have been among us : hands In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, that penned

(none : They were thy chosen music, liberty ! And tongues that uttered wisdom, better There came a tyrant, and with holy glee The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly Young Vane, and others who called Milton

(driven, friend. Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art These moralists could act and comprehend : Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. They knew how genuine glory was put on ; Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been berest; Taught us how rightfully'a nation shone


In splendour : what strength was, that Shed gentle favours ; rural works are there would not bend

['tis strange, And ordinary business without car But in magnanimous meekness. France, Spot rich in all things that can soothe and Hath brought forth no such souls as we please!

(dearth had then.

How piteous then that there should be such Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change ! Of knowledge ; that whole myriads should No single volume paramount, no code,


(despite : No master spirit, no determined road ; To work against themselves such fell But equally a want of books and men Should come in frensy and in drunken


Impatient to put out the only light It is not to be thought of that the flood

Of liberty that yet remains on earth! Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Huh flowed, " with pomp of waters un- There is a bondage worse, far worse, to

bear withstood,"

(and wall, Roused though it be full often to a mood

Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, Which spurns the check of salutary bands, Pent in, a tyrant's solitary thrall ; That this most famous stream in bogs and Tis his who walks about in the open air sands

One of a nation who, henceforth, must wear Should perish ; and to evil and to good

Their fetters in their souls. For who could Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung

be, Armoury of the invincible knights of old :

Who, even the best, in such condition, free We must be free or die, who speak the From self-reproach, reproach which he tongue

(morals hold must share That Shakspeare spake: the faith and With human nature? Never be it ours Which Milton held. In everything we

To see the sun how brightly it will shine, are sprung

And know that noble feelings. manly Of earth s first blood, have titles manifold. powers,

(and pine, Instead of gathering strength, must droop

And earth with all her pleasant fruits and WHEN I have borne in memory what has flowers tamed

[depart Fade, and participate in man's decline Great nations. how ennobling thoughts When men change swords for ledgers, and

OCTOBER, 1803. desert

(unnamed The student's bower for gold, some fears , THESE times touch moneyed worldlings I had my country!-am I to be blamed ?

with dismay:

(air But when I think of thee, and what thou Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the art,

With words of apprehension and despair : Verily, in the bottom of my heart.

While tens of thousands, thinking on the Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.

affray, But dearly must we prize thee; we who Men unto whom sufficient for the day find

And minds not stinted or untilled are given, In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; Sound, healthy children of the Gort of And I by my affection was beguiled.

heaveu, What wonder if a poet now and then,

Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. Among the many movements of his mind, What do we gather hence but firmei faith Felt for thee as a lover or a child ?

That every gift of noble origin (breath?
Is breathed upon by hope's perpetual

That virtue and the faculties within
OCTOBER, 1803.

Are vital,--and that riches are akin
One might believe that natural miseries

To fear, to change, to cowardice and

death ! Had blasted France, and made of it a land Unfit for men ,

and that in one great band Her sons were bursting forth, to dwell at | ENGLAND! the time is come when thou

shouldst wean But 'tis a chosen soil, where sun and breeze Thy heart from its emasculating food ;



like snow,

pets blow!

The truth should now be better understood ;; ANTICIPATION. OCTOBER, 1803.
Old things have been unsettled ; we have Shout, for a mighty victory is won!

[been Fair seedtime, better harvest might have The breath of Heaven has drifted them

On British ground the invaders are laid low: But for thy trespasses; and at this day, If for Greece, Egypi, India, Africa,

And left them lying in the silent sun, Aught good were destined, thou wouldst Never to rise again ! the work is done. step between.

Come forth, ye old men, now in peaceful England ! all nations in this charge agree :

show, But worse, more ignorant in love and hate, And greet your sons ! drums beat and trumFar, far more abject is thine enemy : Therefore the wise pray for thee, though Make merry, wives ! ye little children, stun the freight

Your grandames' ears with pleasure of your Of thy offences be a heavy weight :

noise ! Oh, grief! that earth's best hopes rest all Clap. infants

, clap your hands ! Divine

(must be with thee!

That triumph, when the very worst, the pain,

(slain, OCTOBER, 1803.

And even the prospect of our brethren

Had something in it which the heart WHEN, looking on the present face of things,

enjoys :--I see one man, of men the meanest too!

In glory will they sleep and endless sanctity. Kaised up to sway the world, to do, undo, With mighty nations for his underlings,

NOVEMBER, 1806. The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow, I find nothing great; ANOTHER year !-another deadly blow! Nothing is left which I can venerate ; Another mighty empire overthrown ! So that almost a doubt within me springs And we are left, or shall be left, alone ; Of Providence, such emptiness at length

The last that dare to struggle with the foe. Seems at the heart of all things. But, great "Tis well! from this day forward we shall God!

know I measure back the steps which I have trod: That in ourselves our safety must be sought; And tremble, seeing whence proceeds the That by our own right hands it must be strength (sublime wrought,

(low. Of such poor instruments, with thoughts That we must stand unpropped, or be laid I tremble at the sorrow of the time,

O dastard whom such foretaste doth nol

cheer !

We shall exult, if they who rule the land TO THE MEN OF KENT. OCTOBER, 1803. Be men who hold its many blessings dear, VANGUARD of liberty, ye men of Kent, Wise, upright, valiant ; not a servile band, Ye children of a soil that doth advance Who are to judge of danger which they Her haughty brow against the coast of fear, France,

And honour which they do not understand. Now is the time to prove your hardiment ! To France be words of invitation sent !

ODE. They from their fields can see the coun. tenance

[lance, Who rises on the banks of Seine, of your fierce war, may ken the glittering And binds her temples with the civic And hear you shouting forth your brave wreath? intent.

What joy to read the promise of her mien ! Left single, in bold parley, ye of yore, How sweet to rest her wide-spread wings Did from the Norman win a gallant wreath; beneath! Confirmed the charters that were yours

But they are ever playing, before ;

I breath ; And twinkling in ihe light, No parleying now! In Britain is one And if a breeze be straying, We all are with you now from shore to That breeze she will invite; shore :

And stands on tiptoe, conscious she is fair, Ye men of Kent, 'tis victory or death! And calls a look of love into her face,

« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »