The awe-struck shout of the unboasting conqueror. Hark-hark! It breaks-it severs-it is on the earth. The smother'd fires are quench'd in their own ruins: And it is now no more, Even so shall perish, HYMN. Even thus amid thy pride and luxury, Oh Earth! shall that last coming burst on thee, When that Great Husbandman shall wave his fan, Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away: Still to the noontide of that nightless day, Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain. And marriage feasts begin their jocund strain: And Heaven his presence own, all red with furnace heat. The hundred-gated Cities then, The courtly bowers of love and ease. ye the destiny of them? Go gaze on fallen Jerusalem! Yea, mightier names are in the fatal roll, 'Gainst earth and heaven God's standard is unfurl'd, The skies are shrivell'd like a burning scroll, And the vast common doom ensepulchres the world Oh! who shall then survive? Oh! who shall stand and live? When all that hath been, is no more: In the sky's azure canopy; When for the breathing Earth, and sparkling Sea, Lord of all power, when thou art there alone Needs not the perish'd sun hor moon: The dead of all the ages round thee wait: Like forest leaves in the autumn of thine ire: NOTES. Note 1. Advance the eagles, Caius Placidus. Placidus, though not expressly mentioned as one of the Roman generals engaged, had a command previously in Syria. Note 2. A mount of snow fretted with golden pinnacles! Τοῖς γε μὴν εἰσαφικνουμένοις ξένοις, πόρρωθεν ὅμοιος ὄρει χιόνος πλήρει κατεφαίνετο, καὶ γαρ καθὰ μὴ κεχρυ OWTO XEUKÓTATOS v. JOSEPHUS, lib. v. c. 5. See the whole description. Note 3. Thy brethren of the Porch, imperial Titus. Mr. Reginald Heber's "Stoic tyrant's philosophic pride" will occur to the memory at least of academic readers Note 4. Let this night Our wide encircling walls complete their circuit. "The days shall come upon thee when thine enemies shall cast a trench about thee, and compass thee round, and keep thee in on every side." LUKE, xix, 43. For the remarkable and perfect completion of this prophecy, see the description of the wall built by Titus. JOSEPHUS, lib. v, ch. 12. Note 5. I should give to the flame Whate'er opposed the sovereign sway of Cæsar. Terentius, or Turnus Rufus, is marked with singular detestation in the Jewish traditions. Note 6. Sweet fountain, once again I visit thee! The fountain of Siloe was just without the walls. The upper city, occupied by Simon (JOSEPHUS, v, 6.), ended nearly on a line with the fountain. Though, indeed, Simon had possession of parts also of the lower city. Josephus, v, 1. Note 7. Let Gischala, let fallen Jotapata. Gischala and Jota pata, towns before taken by the Romans. Note 8. Our bridal songs, etc. It must be recollected, that the unmarried state was looked on with peculiar horror by the Jewish maidens. By marriage there was a hope of becoming the mother of the Messiah. Note 9. Did old Mathias hold. Simon put to death Mathias the High Priest and his sons, by whom he had been admitted into the city. Note 10. Ye want not testimonies to your mildness. Titus crucified round the city those who fled from the famine and cruelty of the leaders within.(JOSEPHUS, v, ch. 13.) Sometimes, according to JoSEPHUS, (lib. v, c. 11,) 500 in a day suffered. Note 11. Even on the hills where gleam your myriad spears. The camp of Titus comprehended a space called the "Assyrian's Camp." Note 12. A javelin to his pale and coward heart! Josephus gives more than one speech which he addressed to his countrymen. They only mocked and once wounded him. Note 13. Behold, oh Lord! the Heathen tread, etc. See Psalm 1xxx, 7, etc. Note 14. Even in the garb and with the speech of worship. This was the mode in which John surprised Eleazar, who before was in possession of the Temple. Note 15. There hath be held the palace of his lusts. Γυναικιζόμενοι δὲ τὰς ὄψεις, ἐφόνων ταῖς δεξιαῖς, θρυπτόμενοι δὲ τοῖς βαδίσμασιν, ἐξαπίνης ἐγίνοντο πολε μiorai. JOSEPHUS, lib. iv, c. 9. There is a long passage to the same effect. No. 16. And where is now the wine for the bridegroom's rosy cup. In the prophecy of our Saviour concerning the destruction of Jerusalem and that of the world, it is said that "as in the days of Noe, they shall marry and be given in marriage."-MATTHEW, XXIV. Note 17. That when the signs are manifest. The prodigies are related by Josephus in a magnificent page of historic description. Note 18. To the sound of timbrels sweet. The bridal ceremonies are from Calmet, Harmer, and other illustrators of scripture. It is a singular tradition that the use of the crowns was discontinued, after the fall of Jerusalem. A few peculiarities are adopted from an account of a Maronite wedding in Harmer. Note 19. The tender and the delicate of women. "The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness, her eye shall be evil toward the husband of her bosom, and toward her son and toward her daughter, and toward her young one that cometh out from between her feet, and toward her children which she shall bear; for she shall eat them for want of all things secretly in the siege and in the straitness, wherewith thine enemy shall distress thee in thy gates." (Deuter. xxvii, 56 and 57.) See also Lamentations, ii. 20. The account of the unnatural mother is detailed in Josephus. Note 20. Break into joy, ye barren that ne'er 'ore! "And woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck in those days."-MATTHEW Σχίν, 19. Miscellaneous Poems. THE BELVIDERE APOLLO: A PRIZE POEM, Oft breathless list'ning heard, or seem'd to hear, RECITED IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD, IN THE YEAR Closed her dim eyes, herself benumb'd to stone. MDCCCXII. HEARD ye the arrow hurtle in the sky? Heard ye the dragon monster's deathful cry? Proud of his might, yet scornful of the slain, The heav'nly Archer stands*-no human birth, Youth blooms immortal in his beardless face, In deathless glory lives the breathing stone. Bright kindling with a conqueror's stern delight, His keen eye tracks the arrow's fateful flight; Burns his indignant cheek with vengeful fire, And his lip quivers with insulting ire: Firm fix'd his tread, yet light, as when on high He walks th' impalpable and pathless sky : The rich luxuriance of his hair, confined In graceful ringlets, wantons on the wind, That lifts in sport his mantle's drooping fold Proud to display that form of faultless mould. Mighty Ephesian!† with an eagle's flight Thy proud soul mounted through the fields of light, View'd the bright conclave of Heaven's blest abode, And the cold marble leapt to life a God: Contagious awe through breathless myriads ran, And nations bow'd before the work of man. For mild he seem'd, as in Elysian bowers, Wasting in careless ease the joyous hours; Haughty, as bards have sung, with princely sway Curbing the fierce flame-breathing steeds of day; Beauteous as vision seen in dreamy sleep By holy maid on Delphi's haunted steep, 'Mid the dim twilight of the laurel grove, Too fair to worship, too divine to love. Yet on that form in wild delirious trance With more than rev'rence gazed the Maid of France, Day after day the love-sick dreamer stood With him alone, nor thought it solitude! To cherish grief, her last, her dearest care, Her one fond hope-to perish of despair. Oft as the shifting light her sight beguiled, Yet love in death a sickly strength supplied: JUDICIUM REGALE, AN ODE. I SLEEP, and as in solemn judgment court The sceptred of the world: their legal port Show'd lords of earth; and as on empires' fate They communed, grave each brow, and front serene, Holy and high their royalty of mien: Seem'd nor pale passion, nor blind interest base Abroad were sounds as of a storm gone past, Of plain or mountain, listening sate and lone Lay mute and breathless as a summer sea. To the Universal Judge, that conclave proud Left wither'd splendour dim, nor old renown The hollow semblance of intrepid grief, That even from misery wrings a proud relief; Nor the dark pride of haughty spirits of ill, That from the towering grandeur of their sin, Wear on the brow triumphant gladness still, Heedless of racking agony within; Nor penitence was there, nor pale remorse, Blushing she shrunk, and thought the marble smiled: And warrior glory in his sun-like course, *The Apollo is in the act of watching the arrow with which he slew the serpent Python. † Agasias of Ephesus. Fortune his slave, and Victory his mate. The foregoing fact is related in the work of M. Pinel sur l'Insanite. "T were doubt if that dark form could truly feel, With that from North and South an ireful train Uncouth his rude attire, his bearing wild; As seeming war some merry sport to hold: A fatal flood of glory seem'd to pour; And next came one all trim in fearful grace Of the base minion to a despot's hate-* Then blanch'd the Soldier's bronzed and furrow'd While of coarse taunting outrage he 'gan speak, The queenly, but too gentle for a Queen But in sweet pride upon that insult keen To slumber in her vales that basking lie Rapine her charge-of Florence' princely halls, Of the proud bridegroom of the Adrian Sea, And him the Holiest deem'd, the chosen of God, Were dark and dinted by rude battle's brunt: But then the Spaniard with fierce brow and bright She smiled then drooping mute, though broken- And other Pavias with Frank carnage heap'd. hearted, To the cold comfort of the grave departed. The next like some old Baron's lordly son Bore what a rich imperial crown had been, Nor the wide waves of blood huge Danube roll'd; Like thing that hath nor will nor sense, and borne Next came a stately Lady, once was she Alluding to a governor being set over the King of Prussia in Berlin. The brother of his wrongs and of his wrath Whom saw I then in port and pride a Queen, Startled to flight the fierce insulting Gaul- Joyful upleap'd: with modest front elate, For he hath taught, who slaves the free of earth To deeds that dwarf my old majestic fame, TO NELSON and that Chief to whom defeat More than the Macedonian victories vain Be one man's appanage; or my fair isle, Then all at once did from all earth arise Fierce imprecations on that man of sin; Once had she been a peerless princely dame; Was in my splendid cities; mound on mound Rose peopled with my noble princely dead : And o'er them the fell anarch, Murther, stood Grimly reposing in his weary mood— I turn'd, all trembling turn'd, my guilty head: There humankind had leagued their arms of dread 'Gainst the Blasphemer of fair Freedom's name, Heaven gave no hope, for heaven I dared disclaim. "High in the flaming car of Victory riding, From Alp to Alp his chamois warriors guiding The peril of wild Lodi's arch bestriding, I saw yon Chieftain in his morn of fame; Cities and armies at his beck sank down, And in the gaudy colours of renown The fabling Orient vested his young nam. The bright and baleful Meteor I adored, Low bow'd I down, and said-Be thou my Lord!' Like old and ruinous towers, the ancient thrones Crumbled, and dynasties of elder time; The banners of my conquest-plumed sons Flouted the winds of many a distant clime: On necks of vanquish'd kings I fix'd my seat, And the broad Rhine roll'd vassal at my feet. Thrice did the indignant Nations league their might, From cliff and beach, dominion in their motion, And cries I heard like frenzy and dismay By this new Charlemagne dark deeds were done→→ Will the stones start and babble to the sun How that bold Briton Wright, and Pichegru sleep? At noon of night I heard the drum of death, By the drear torchlight iron men were met. Again the drum its dismal warning beat: Then flashing musquets deathful lustre cast A moment on the victim; he sedate In calm disdain of even a felon's fate, His royal breast bared to the soldier's mark, Seeming to pity with his steady sight Those poor mechanic murderers-then 't was dark, All but yon crown'd Assassin's visage bright, Who waved his torch in horrible delight. O blood of Condé! could thy spirit rest In thy tame country's cold ungrateful breast? Yet in my drunkenness of pride I mock'd Mine eagle eyrie crown'd the steep of fame. Nought heeded I, that the proud Son of Spain, Like a fierce courser that has burst his chain, Shook the base slavery from his floating mane, And that new British Arthur's virgin shield Won its rich blazon on Vimeira's field. For lo, my cities throw their portals wide; And at his word, as at the fabled wand |