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And exquisite, that sleep alone bestows

Ability like splendor to endure:

Entered, with streaming thousands, through the

gate,

I saw the banquet spread beneath a Dome of state, A lofty Dome, that dared to emulate

The heaven of sable night

With starry lustre; yet had power to throw
Solemn effulgence, clear as solar light,

Upon a princely company below,

While the vault rang with choral harmony,

Like some Nymph-haunted grot beneath the roaring sea.

No sooner ceased that peal, than on the verge Of exultation hung a dirge

Breathed from a soft and lonely instrument,

That kindled recollections

Of agonized affections;

And, though some tears the strain attended,
The mournful passion ended

In

peace

of spirit, and sublime content!

IV.

But garlands wither; festal shows depart,
Like dreams themselves; and sweetest sound
(Albeit of effect profound)
It was, and it is gone!

Victorious England! bid the silent Art

Reflect, in glowing hues that shall not fade,

Those high achievements; even as she arrayed

With second life the deed of Marathon
Upon Athenian walls;

So may she labor for thy civic halls:
And be the guardian spaces

Of consecrated places

As nobly graced by Sculpture's patient toil;
And let imperishable Columns rise,
Fixed in the depths of this courageous soil;
Expressive signals of a glorious strife,
And competent to shed a spark divine
Into the torpid breast of daily life;
Records on which, for pleasure of all eyes,
The morning sun may shine

With gratulation thoroughly benign!

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V.

And ye, Pierian Sisters, sprung from Jove And sage Mnemosyne, full long debarred From your first mansions, exiled all too long From many a hallowed stream and grove, Dear native regions where ye wont to rove, Chanting for patient heroes the reward

Of never-dying song!

Now (for, though Truth descending from above
The Olympian summit hath destroyed for aye
Your kindred Deities, ye live and move,

Spared for obeisance from perpetual love
For privilege redeemed of godlike sway)
Now, on the margin of some spotless fountain,
Or top serene of unmolested mountain,

Strike audibly the noblest of your lyres,
And for a moment meet the soul's desires!

That I, or some more favored Bard, may hear What ye, celestial Maids! have often sung catch it with rapt ear,

Of Britain's acts,

may

And give the treasure to our British tongue!
So shall the characters of that proud,page
Support their mighty theme from age to age;
And, in the desert places of the earth,

When they to future empires have given birth,
So shall the people gather and believe
The bold report, transferred to every clime;
And the whole world, not envious, but admiring,
And to the like aspiring,

Own, that the progeny of this fair Isle
Had power as lofty actions to achieve
As were performed in man's heroic prime;
Nor wanted, when their fortitude had held
Its even tenor, and the foe was quelled,
A corresponding virtue to beguile

The hostile purpose of wide-wasting Time,-
That not in vain they labored to secure,
For their great deeds, perpetual memory,
And fame as largely spread as land and sea,
By Works of spirit high and passion pure!

XL.

FEELINGS OF A FRENCH ROYALIST, ON THE DISINTERMENT OF THE REMAINS OF THE DUC D'ENGHIEN.

DEAR Relics! from a pit of vilest mould
Uprisen, to lodge among ancestral kings,
And to inflict shame's salutary stings
On the remorseless hearts of men grown old
In a blind worship,- men perversely bold
Even to this hour, — yet some shall now forsake
Their monstrous Idol, if the dead e'er spake
To warn the living; if truth were ever told
By aught redeemed out of the hollow grave:
O murdered Prince! meek, loyal, pious, brave!
The
power of retribution once was given:
But 't is a rueful thought, that willow bands
So often tie the thunder-wielding hands
Of Justice sent to earth from highest Heaven!

XLI.

OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO.

(The last six lines intended for an inscription.)

FEBRUARY, 1816.

INTREPID Sons of Albion! not by you
Is life despised; ah no! the spacious earth

Ne'er saw a race who held, by right of birth,
So many objects to which love is due:

Ye slight not life, — to God and Nature true;
But death, becoming death, is dearer far,
When duty bids you bleed in open war:
Hence hath your prowess quelled that impious crew.
Heroes! for instant sacrifice prepared,

Yet filled with ardor and on triumph bent
'Mid direst shocks of mortal accident,

To you who fell, and you whom slaughter spared To guard the fallen, and consummate the event, Your Country rears this sacred Monument!

XLII.

SIEGE OF VIENNA RAISED BY JOHN SOBIESKI.

FEBRUARY, 1816.

O FOR a kindling touch from that pure flame
Which ministered, erewhile, to a sacrifice
Of gratitude, beneath Italian skies,

In words like these: "Up, Voice of song! proclaim
Thy saintly rapture with celestial aim:

For lo! the Imperial City stands released

From bondage threatened by the embattled East, And Christendom respires; from guilt and shame Redeemed, from miserable fear set free,

By one day's feat, one mighty victory.

Chant the Deliverer's praise in every tongue! The cross shall spread, the crescent hath waxed dim;

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