MANFRED;

A DRAMATIC POE M.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

MANFRED.

CHAMOIS HUNTER.

ABBOT OF ST. MAURICE.

MANUEL.

HERMAN.

WITCH OF THE ALPS.

ARIMANES.

NEMESIS.

THE DESTINIES.

SPIRITS, &c.

The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps-partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the Mountains.

MANFRED.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-A GOTHIC GALLERY.-TIME, MIDNIGHT.

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MANFRED (alone).

THE lamp must be replenish'd, but even then
It will not burn so long as I must watch:
My slumbers-if I slumber—are not sleep,
But a continuance of enduring thought,
Which then I can resist not in my heart
There is a vigil, and these eyes but close
To look within and yet I live, and bear
The aspect and the form of breathing men.
But grief should be the instructor of the wise :
Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most
Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,
The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
Philosophy and science, and the springs
Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world,
I have essay'd, and in my mind there is

A

power to make these subject to itself-
But they avail not: I have done men good,
And I have met with good even among men―
But this avail'd not: I have had my foes,
And none have baffled, many fallen before me—
But this avail'd not :-good or evil, life,
Powers, passions, all I see in other beings,
Have been to me as rain unto the sands,

Since that all-nameless hour. I have no dread,

And feel the curse to have no natural fear,

Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes,
Or lurking love of something on the earth.-

Now to my task.—

Mysterious agency!

Ye spirits of the unbounded universe!

Whom I have sought in darkness and in light—
Ye who do compass earth about, and dwell
In subtler essence-ye, to whom the tops
Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,

And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things—

I call upon ye by the written charm

Which gives me power upon you-Rise! appear !

[A pause.

They come not yet.-Now by the voice of him

Who is the first among you-by this sign,

Which makes you tremble-by the claims of him

Who is undying, rise! appear!-Appear!

[4 pause.

If it be so. Spirits of earth and air,
Ye shall not thus elude me: by a power,
Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spell,
Which had its birth-place in a star condemn'd,
The burning wreck of a demolish'd world,
A wandering hell in the eternal space;
By the strong curse which is upon my soul,

The thought which is within me and around me,

I do compel ye to my will.-Appear!

[A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery; il is stationary; and a voice is heard singing.

1st Spirit. Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd,

From my mansion in the cloud,

Which the breath of twilight builds,
And the summer sun-set gilds
With the azure and vermilion,

Which is mix'd for my pavilion ;

Though thy quest may be forbidden,
On a star-beam I have ridden,
To thine adjuration bow'd,
Mortal-be thy wish avow'd!

2d Spir. Mont-Blanc is the monarch of mountains,
They crown'd him long ago

On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,

With a diadem of snow.

Around his waist are forests braced,

The avalanche in his hand;
But ere it fall, that thundering ball
Must pause for my command.
The glacier's cold and restless mass
Moves onward day by day ;
But I am he who bids it pass,
Or with its ice delay.