He grew dull, harsh, sly, unrefined, XXVI. In the death-hues of agony Lambently flashing from a fish, 1 A famous river in the new Atlantis of the Dynastophylic Pantisocratists. 2 See the description of the beautiful colours produced during the agonizing death of a number of trout, in the fourth part of a long poem in blank verse, published within a few years. That poem contains curious evidence of the gradual hardening of a strong but circumscribed sensibility, of the perversion of a penetrating but panic-stricken understanding. The author might have derived a lesson which he had probably forgotten from these sweet and sublime verses: This lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows and what conceals, Never to blend our pleasure or our pride * Nature. + At the end of the eighth book of The Excursion is an account of two young anglers "laden with their spoil" : And, verily, the silent creatures made A splendid sight, together thus exposed: If this is the offence which Shelley meant to chastise (and I think it must be), stanza xxvi is quite hard enough upon it, without the note.-ED. XXVII. So in his Country's dying face He looked and lovely as she lay, XXVIII. And coolly to his own soul said ; 'Do you not think that we might make A poem on her when she's dead :— Or, no-a thought is in my head Her shroud for a new sheet I'll take. XXIX. 'My wife wants one.-Let who will bury XXX. And so his Soul would not be gay, But moaned within him; like a fawn Wounded and wasting, day by day, XXXI. As troubled skies stain waters clear, XXXII. For he now raved enormous folly, Of Baptisms, Sunday-schools, and Graves, 'Twould make George Colman melancholy, To have heard him, like a male Molly, Chaunting those stupid staves. XXXIII. Yet the Reviews, who heaped abuse 66 Praise him, for those who feed 'em. XXXIV. He was a man too great to scan ;- XXXV. As soon as he read that, cried Peter, 66 To make a better thing of metre Than e'er was made by living creature XXXVI. Then Peter wrote odes to the Devil;- The allusion is to a passage in Wordsworth's Thanksgiving Ode on the Battle of Waterloo :— Almighty God! But thy most dreaded instrument Is man arrayed for mutual slaughter: May Rapine and Famine, Thy gorge ever cramming, Glut thee with living and dead! XXXVII. 'May death and damnation, Flit up from hell with pure intent! Glasgow, Leeds and Chester; Drench all with blood from Avon to Trent. XXXVIII. "Let thy body-guard yeomen Hew down babes and women, And laugh with bold triumph till Heaven be rent. When Moloch in Jewry Munched children with fury, 1 It was thou, Devil, dining with pure intent." 1 PART THE SEVENTH. DOUBLE DAMNATION. I. THE Devil now knew his proper cue.- It is curious to observe how often extremes meet. Cobbett and Peter use the same language for a different purpose: Peter is indeed a sort of metrical Cobbett. Cobbett is, however, more mischievous than Peter, because he pollutes a holy and now unconquerable cause with the principles of legitimate murder; whilst the other only makes a bad one ridiculous and odious. If either Peter or Cobbett should see this note, each will feel more indignation at being compared to the other than at any censure implied in the moral perversion laid to their charge. To his friend Lord MacMurderchouse's, 66 II. Pray find some cure or sinecure; A friend of ours-a poet-fewer Have fluttered tamer to the lure Than he." His lordship stands and racks his III. Stupid brains, while one might count IV. "It happens fortunately, dear Sir, I hope I need require I can. No pledge from you, that he will stir That he'll be worthy of his hire." V. These words exchanged, the news sent off 1 Oliver, like Castles (see note at page 161), was a Government spy. He had been very prominent, two years before Peter Bell was published, in the Brandreth, Turner, and Ludlam case, which induced Shelley to write his Address to the People on the Death of the Princess Charlotte. See vol. i, page xlii. -ED. |