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To heaven he knelt before the crucifix, Might die in the same moment. Nor in
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.
COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE, NEAR
What hardship had it been to wait an CALAIS, AUGUST, 1802.
Shame on you, seeble heads, to slavery Fair star of evening, splendour of the
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!
As if a dead man spake it! Yet despair
Whose 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
[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 reference may be paid to power; | Wisdom doth live with children round her
[knees : But that's a loyal virtue, never sown In haste, nor springing with a transient shower:
14th July, 1790.-[The day on which the
(flown, unfortunate Louis XVI. took the vath 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
the stalk Nor cheer him : for the illustrious Swede By which true sway doth mount ; this is hath done
(above True power doth grow on; and her rights The thing which ought to be: he stands are these.
All consequences; work he hath begun
Which all his glorious ancestors approve :
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 not! 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 1, 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 governNo guile seduced, no force could violate ;
ment: we had a fellow-passenger who was
one of the expelled. And when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea ! DRIVEN from the soil of France, a female And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay: From Calais with us, brilliant in array, Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid A negro woman like a lady gay, When her long life hath reached its final Yet downcast as a woman searing 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-Oye 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!
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 mare.
(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 or England once again, and hear and see, Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
No grandeur now in nature or in book With such a dear companion at my side.
This is idolatry; and these we adore ;
The homely beauty of the good old cause
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 ! Of 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.
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 striven.
(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 bereft : 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 cars, 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 Hath flowed, with pomp of waters un- There is a bondage worse, far worse, to 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 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
(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 Bui 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?
That virtue and the faculties within
Are vital, -and that riches are akin
To fear, to change, to cowardice and Had blasted France, and made of it a land
death! 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;
Unfit for men ,
The truth should now be better understood ; ANTICIPATIOX. 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,
like snow, If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa, Aught good were destined, thou wouldst Never to rise again! the work is done.
And left them lying in the silent sun, step between.
Come forth, ye old men, now in peacesul 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
pets blow! 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 When looking on the present face of Had something in it which the heart
enjoys :things, I see one man, of men the meanest too !
In glory will they sleep and endless sanctity. Raised up to sway the world, to do. undo, With mighty nations for his underlings, The great events with which old story rings
NOVEMBER, 1806. 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 ! froin 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 not
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.
(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 Kert 'tis victory or death! And calls a look of love into her face,