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"T were doubt if that dark form could truly feel, To slumber in her vales that basking lie Or were indeed a shape and soul of steel.
In the luxurious azure of her sky;
On Saint or Virgin, such as Raphael dream'd, With that from North and South an ireful train
In almost blameless fond idolatry, Forth came that mighty Culprit to arraign,
Speechless to gaze, and bow the adoring knee; The First was as a savage Horseman bold,
In the soul's secret chambers to prolong
Music was in her steps, and all her eye
Rapine her charge-of Florence' princely halls, And on the waves of his broad banner's fold
And that fall’n Empress by old Tiber's side An old barbaric Capital he bore,
Rest of the sole sad relics of her pride; Like some tall grove of pinnacle and spire,
For the iron conqueror ravish'd from her walls Or snowy white, or gleaming rich with gold :
Those shapes that in their breathing colours warm But the red havoc of upspringing fire
In tall arcade or saintly chapel lived, A fatal flood of glory seem'd to pour;
And all wherein the soul of Greece survived And still from gilded roof or dome upbroke
The more than human of each marble form. In dusky pillars huge the cloudy smoke.
Of the proud bridegroom of the Adrian Sea, Nor word that Horseman spake, but as he came
Once like his bride magnificent and free, Waved his grim standard like a pall of flame.
Sunk to a bond-slave's desperate apathy. And next came one all trim in fearful grace
And him the Holiest deem'd, the chosen of God, And tall majestic symmetry of war,
Beneath an earthly lord bow'd down to kiss the rod Musquet and bayonet flashing bright and far; And next came one, the bravery of whose front Deliberate valour in his slow firm pace,
Crested hereditary pride; his arms
Of Sovereign young he spake, by wizard charms
Of two fair worlds to felon durance lured, of the base minion to a despot's hate—*
A King in narrow prison walls immured ; Then blanch'd the Soldier's bronzed and furrow'd And some rude islander's soul-groveling son cheek,
Set up to be a princely nation's Lord :While of coarse taunting outrage he 'gan speak, But then the Spaniard with fierce brow and bright To her the beautiful, the delicate,
Brandish'd the cloudy flaming of his sword; The queenly, but too gentle for a Queen
Full was his soul of Zaragoza's fight,
And the high Pyrenean snows o'erleap'd,
The brother of his wrongs and of his wrath
Was with him in the triumph of his path. The next like some old Baron's lordly son
He of his exile Prince 'gan loudly boast; Bore what a rich imperial crown had been,
To be a sceptred slave, a pageant King, But from its stars the pride of light was gone ;
He scorn'd, and on his fleet bark's gallant wing The joy of vengeance on that warrior's mien
For kingly freedom the wild ocean crost. Was chasing the red hues of ancient shame :
Whom saw I then in port and pride a Queen, Not of Marengo's fair-fought field he told,
Come walking o'er her own obsequious sea ? Nor the wide waves of blood huge Danube rollid;
I knew thee well, the valiant, rich, and freeBut him that in strong Ulm play'd that soul game,
As when old Rome, her Roman virtue tame, Bartering his country and his soul for gold :
Gazed, when in arms that bold Dictator came; And that fair royal Maid, by battle won
With the iron ransom of her Capitol Like thing that hath nor will nor sense, and borne
Startled to flight the fierce insulting GaulA bright and beauteous trophy to adorn
Camillus of mankind! thy regal mien The brittle grandeur of an upstart's throne.
Gladden'd all earth; the nations from their rest Next came a stately Lady, once was she
Joyful upleap'd : with modest front elate, Queen of the Nations : of her despot sway
Like one that hath proud conscience in her breast, Earth boasted, every flood and every sea
Thou brakest the blank silence—“Woe and hate Water'd her tributary realms, and day
To this bad man for those my good and great, Rose only on her empire : now it seem'd
That sleep amid the Spaniard's mountains rude That she had cast her cumbrous crown away
In the sad beauty of the hero's fate.
To this bad man immortal gratitude, • Alluding to a governor being set over the King of Prussia
For he hath taught, who slaves the free of earth in Berlin.
Fettereth the whirlwind: hath given glorious birth
To deeds that dwarf my old majestic fame, Thrice did the indignant Nations league their might, Make BLAKE and MARLBOROUGH languid sound Thrice the red darkness of the baule night and tame
Folded the recreant terror of their flight. To Nelson and that Chief to whom defeat Realms sack'd and ravaged empires soothid my toils, Is like an undiscover'd star-hath shown
And Satrap Chiefs were Monarchs from my spoils.
In solitude of freedom that rich Queen
From cliff and beach, dominion in their motion,
I saw her stately navies' broad array, That precious gem in ocean's azure robe,
Like jealous lords at watch, that none but they Cast Freedom's banner down, by force or guile Adulterate with their fair majestic ocean.
Master'd, and forfeit earth's renown and love, And cries I heard like frenzy and dismay
And her bright visions of high meed above." Of Nelson, Nelson deepening on their way. Then all at once did from all earth arise
But what to me though red the western deep Fierce imprecations on that man of sin;
With other fires than of the setting sun ? And all the loaded winds came heavy in
And what to me though round Trafalgar's steep With exultations and with agonies.
My haughty pennon'd galleys, one by one, From the lone coldness of the widow's bed,
Come rolling their huge wrecks on the waves' sweep! The severish pillow of the orphan's head,
Go rule thy brawling and tumultuous sea, From dying men earth's woful valleys heaping,
Briton, but leave the servile earth to me. From smouldering cities in their ashes sleeping,
And what to me though in my dungeons deep Like the hoarse tumbling of a torrent flood
By this new Charlemagne dark deeds were done Mingled the dismal concord—" blood for blood.”
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,
Like evil spirits on the blasted heath The mournful beauty of her face for shame.
By the drear torchlight iron men were met. And is this she whose sprightly laughing mirth
The mockery of justice soon was past; Was like the blithe spring on the festal earth;
Again the drum its dismal warning beat : Aye dancing at the moonlight close of day,
Then flashing, musquets deathsul lustre cast 'Mid purple vineyards, graceful, light, and gay ;
A moment on the victim; he sedate Or in high pomp and gallant pride of port
In calm disdain of even a felon's fate, Holding rich revel in her gorgeous court ?—
His royal breast bared to the soldier's mark, Abrupt her speech and wild—“When I 'gan wake
Seeming to pity with his steady sight From that my sleep of madness, all around
Those poor mechanic murderers—then 't was dart, Of human blood a broad and livid lake
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
Mean crimes that would a petty tyrant shame, 'Gainst the Blasphemer of fair Freedom's name,
For still in glory's cradle was I rock'd, Heaven gave no hope, for heaven I dared disclaim.
Mine eagle eyrie crown'd the steep of fame.
Nought heeded I, that the proud Son of Spain, “ High in the Aaming car of Victory riding,
Like a fierce courser that has burst his chain, From Alp to Alp his chamois warriors guiding Shook the base slavery from his floating mane, The peril of wild Lodi's arch bestriding,
And that new British Arthur's virgin shield
Won its rich blazon on Vimeira's field.
For lo, my cities throw their portals wide ;
Gorgeous my festal streets, as when of old The bright and baleful Meteor I adored,
The monarchs met upon the plain of goldLow bow'd I down, and said — Be thou my Lord!' Lo, on my throne a bright and royal bride.
Vain all my pomp, imperial beauty vain Like old and ruinous towers, the ancient thrones The reveller in battles to restrain.
Crumbled, and dynasties of elder time; The banners of my conquest-plumed sons
And at his word, as at the fabled wand Flouted the winds of many a distant clime: of old magician, from the teeming land, On necks of vanquish'd kings I fix'd my seat,
Myriad on myriad, harness'd warriors rise; And the broad Rhine rollid vassal at my feet. The earth was darken'd with excess of light,
Line after line, insufferably bright;
Fear not that in his abject heart he show The black artillery, in their cloudy might,
That martyr fortitude, that smiles in woe. Impious defiance lanch'd against the skies. By him shall that great secret be betray'd, With tamer sounds did that wild Heathen* vaunt
Of what poor stuff are earth's dread tyrants made. Amid his thund'rous heavens high Jove to daunt. Oh, let him live to be despised, to see Day after day I saw their pomp depart;
France happy, and the glorious nations free; Then said the haughty frenzy of my heart,
th were delight to that deep misery!"When o'er this world thy victor wheels are driven, Wilt thou go vanquish the bright stars of Heaven?
Then did that kingly conclave, with one voice,
Pass the dread sentence on the gloomy man; And lo, the rival nations hurrying
In his soul's icy deadness he alone
From land to land the penal tidings ran;
Earth lifted up her rich face to rejoice, Now, now the northern skies are all on fire
The bright blue heavens bade wintry warring cease, As with some mighty Empire's funeral pyre! Why bring they not proud Catherine's trophies home? And spring came dancing o'er a world at peace I hear the sound of wheels, They come, they come.' A solitary sound—no pomp of war One dastard pale accomplice of his flight,
ALEXANDER TUMULUM ACHILLIS INVIHe comes, whom earth, and all earth's sons obey,
CANCELLARII PRÆMIO DONATUM, ET IN THEATRO Was glory to his lone and hurrying car.
SHELDONIANO RECITATUM DIE JUN. XXXmo. A.D. 1813 I ask'd for those in fight, in triumph tried,
Jam puer Emathius Thebarum nigra favilla The partners of his peril and his pride.
Menia, Cadmeamque arcem, jam Palladis urbem He, in a tyrant's mockery of my woe,
Immemorem famæ, pronamque in jussa tyranni Bade me go seek them in the Scythian snow.
Fregerat; at victas gentes partosque triumphos
Spernit atrox animi, et pacem fastidit inertem.
Europes angusta pati confinia nescit
The satellite of one man's wayward spleen Poscit in arma orbem; jam transilit Helles pontum, The remnant of my fair, my young, my brave, Purpureique Asiæ proceres atque agmina regum, Were rent once more to forge the adamant chain Sceptrigeri quotquot stipant Babylonia Medi
Burst by the nations, who with one accord Atria, Grajugenûm horrescunt nota arma virorum, Shook the bright vengeance of the freeman's Myrmidonumque graves, fatalia tela, sarissas, sword
Confertos clypeos, inconcussamque phalangen.Another year—and the broad Rhine again Shrouded the sceptred sugitive's pale train,
At simul ac Phrygiæ campos, Priameia regna, Then turn'd a rebel, roll'd her free waves to the main. Conspicit, et Graiæ latè loca conscia fame
Gramineosqueducum tumulos, subit undique Achivum And now the banners of the embattled world
Gloria et adversis bellantia numina in armis, Their folds of vengeance on my vales unfurld. Et Lacedæmoniâ sævæ pro conjuge clades. Oh, bloody was the evening of thine ire,
Omne igitur lustrare juvat, quod mente dolores Thou gorgeous comet of disastrous fire!
Iliacos renovet, Danaumque resuscitet iras. I wont to see, as from some quiet star,
Spumeus hic Xanthus nemoroså pronus ab Ida, Deluging slaughter this fair earth o'erwhelm,
Non galeas, non scuta virûm, sed proruta saxa On the rich bosom of my sunny realm
Arboreosque rapit violento flumine truncos.
Hic, ubi luxuriat flaventi campus aristâ, Gave quarry to the ravening dogs of war.
Laomedonteum fuit Ilion, undique nullæ But mercy shone upon the merciless !
Reliquiæ apparent muri, fractæve columnæ, Strong but to save and valiant but to bless,
Oblita non musco viridanti saxa, Pelasgi No ruthless Ceesars clad in blood and flame,
Usque adeo miseras 'Troja invidere ruinas. Royal in virtue the Avengers came.
Rhæteasque procul rupes, tumulumque capacem, Those whom I spoil'd, no spoilers came to me, Ajacis, vastà elatum super æquora mole I said, · Be slave, 0 earth!" but they— O France, be Cernere erat-sed nulla quies—sed fervidus Heros free.'
Stare loco nescit, flagratque cupidine pugnæ. For yon dark chief of woe, and guilt, and strife,
Devenit at tandem, Sigeo ubi littore collis O sceptred judges! punish him with life.
Eminet apricus, quem suavè olentia circum Fear not he seek with the old Roman pride,
Serpylla, et viridi cingunt dumeta corona. That weakness to the noble soul allied,
Hunc et Abydenus sea mollem navita Leshon, To die as Cato, and as Brutus died.
Pampineamve Chion, Samiæve altaria Diva
Invisit, radiante orientis lumine solis
Suave aliqnod carmen secum meditatur, et hæret Quadrijugos, Lydoque equitavit fulgidus auro,
Deinde coloratos, qualis Jovis ales, ad Indos,
Et matutinæ rosea incunabula lucis
Unus Alexander victo dominabitur orbi.
Impatiens fali, et Graiæ vim provocat ultro
Non æquas, Darie, malo pelis omine pugnas!
Ibat ovans ferrum Argolicis flammasque carinis Tum lecti comites instaurant sacra, et odori
Insanâ virtute ferens Priameius Hector. Rite coronatis fumant altaribus ignes.
Illum ergo Illiacæ rediturum vespere sero Fervet opus, latices pars vivo e fonte, Lyæo
Speravere nurus, Pelide cæde madentem Immistos roseo, sinceraque flumina lactis
Atque Agamemnonios agitantem ad Pergama currus. Auratis libant pateris, pars forea, circum
Speravere diu-crines procul ille venusios Serta, et odoriferos dispergunt veris honores.
Formosumque caput fædabat pulvere in atro Quin et gramineam niveus mactatur ad aram Sordidus, Argivisque dabat ludibria nautis. Taurus, et humectat sacratam sanguine arenam.
“ Tartareas fauces reserabit et horrida claustra At procul Idæo spectat de vertice pompam
Rex Erebi, utque meam videat coram invidus hastam
Vidi egomet, nisi vana oculos illusit imago,
Priamidas, nigrumque auratis Memnona bigis.
Vidi egomet, neque vana fides, atroque sub Orco
Immortalem animam tangit laus sera nepotum, At Rex Emathius nodosæ innititur hastæ
Famaque Tartareis sonat haud ingrata sub umbris. Majestate minax, tacitâ, ceu numine plenus
Felix Æacida! tacitas inglorius isses Fatidico vates, e pectore protinus amens
Ad sedes Erebi, cæcâque oblivia nocte Excutit ille Deum, pulcher furor occupat ora, Invida pressissent nomen, quod barbarus Istri Terror inest oculis, procerior emicat ingens
Potor, et Herculeis gens si qua admota columnis Forma viri, fluitant agitatæ in casside cristæ.
Novit, et Æthiopes non æquo Sole calentes.
At tibi Mæonides, seu quis Deus, aurea Olympi
• Et nobis quandoque dabunt hæc ultima dona Victorem, cursuque suos prævertere currus.
Dii, quibus Emathium decus et mea gloria cure. Jam Susa, et præclara auro niveoque elephanto
Exoriare aliquis, nostrum qui nomen, Homerus, Ecbatana, et frustra patriorum ope freta Deorum
Pellæosque feras ad sæcula sera triumphos,
Exoriare, novus plectro non deerit Achilles."
Jotonuere, simul nemorosa remugiit Ida.
Exsiluit, fatique pavens præsagia iniqui
By valour mingled with the Gods above,
FROM THE ITALIAN OF GUIDI.
A LADY, like to Juno in her state,
Upon the air her golden tresses streaming,
And with celestial eyes of azure beaming,
In purple and fine linen was she pallid,
The splendour of the Indian emerald.
Of beauty and of haughtiness,
And from her inmost bosom sent,
Officious and intent
And“ Place,” she said, “thy hand within my hair,
And all around thou'lt see Delightful chances fair
On golden feet come dancing unto thee. Me Jove's daughter shalt thou own,
That with my sister Fate
Sits by his side on state
In vain, in well-appointed strength secure,
The assaulting billows to endure;
The Æolian caverns under
And with my hand I burst asunder
And in its fount the horrid restless fire
I quench ere it aspire
“My royal spirits oft
Their solemn mystic round
On Rome's great birib-day wound : And I the haughty Eagles sprung aloft Unto the Star of Mars upborne,
Till, poising on their plumy sails,
They 'gan their native vales
That Senate House of Kings convened,
Ever the Roman counsels lean'd
Afric a captive, and through me Nile flow'd
Did every native land of every wind become,
And when I had o'ercorne
The vanquish'd world in one great gift to Rome. “I know that in thine high imagination,
Other daughters of Great Jove Have taken their Imperial station,
And queen-like thy submissive passions move;
From them thy haughty verse presages
And with their glorious rages
On courser fleet, or winged bark,
While in shepherd hamlet dark Thou livest, with want within, and raiment coarse
Gentle regard; I, I alone
• This is the hand that forged on Ganges' shore
The Indians' empire; by Orontes set The royal tiar the Assyrian wore; Hung jewels on the brow of Babylon,
By Tigris wreath'd the Persian's coronet,
The triumph and the song
When he through Asia swept along,
A torrent swift and strong ;
"A blissful lady and immortal, born From the eternal mind of Deity (I answer'd bold and free), My soul hath in her queenly care ; She mine imagination doth upbear,
And steeps it in the light of her rich morn, That overshades and sicklies all thy shining; And though my lowly hair