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(Mid which the May-thom blends its blossoms white)
IMITATED FROM OSSIAN.
In Lumin's flowery vale:
Slow-waving to the gale.
Nor wake me with thy sighing! The honors of my vernal day
On rapid wing are flying.
Who late beheld me blooming :
The dreary vale of Lumin."
My wonted haunts along,
The Youth of simplest song.
The voice of feeble power;
In Slumber's nightly hour.
IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER.
O PEACE! that on a lilied bank dost love
Last night as I my weary head did pillow
THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHOMA How long will ye round me be swelling,
Oye blue-tumbling waves of the Sea ? Not always in Caves was my dwelling,
Nor beneath the cold blast of the Tree.
In the steps of my beauty I stray'd;
And they blessed the white-bosom'd Maid!
A Ghost! by my cavern it darted!
In moon-beams the Spirit was drestFor lovely appear the departed
When they visit the dreams of my rest! But, disturbid by the Tempest's commotion,
Fleet the shadowy forms of DelightAh cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean!
To howl through my Cavern by Night.
Sleep. softly-breathing God! his downy wing
IMITATED FROM THE WELSH With pathless wound it pierced him to the heart.
IF, while my passion I impart, Was there some magic in the Elfin's dart?
You deem my words untrue, Or did he strike my couch with wizard lance ?
O place your hand, upon my heart, For straight so fair a Form did upwards start
Feel how it throbs for you! (No fairer deck'd the Bowers of old Romance) That Sleep enamour'd grew, nor moved from his
Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim, sweet trance !
In pity to your lover!
That thrilling touch would aid the flame My Sara came, with gentlest look divine ;
It wishes to discover.
TO AN INFANT.
An cease thy tears and Sobs, my little Life! That I the living Image of my Dream
I did but snatch away the unclasp'd Knife : Fondly forgot. Too late I woke, and sighd Some safer Toy will soon arrest thine eye, *0! how shall I behold mv Lore at eventide !” And to quick Laughter change this peevish »
You roused each gentler sense As, sighing o'er the Blossom's bloom, Meek Evening wakes its soft perfume
With viewless influence.
Poor Stumbler on the rocky coast of Woe,
And hark, my Love! The sea-breeze moans
In bold ambitious sweep,
With mimic thunders deep.
Dark reddening from the channell’d Isle* (Where stands one solitary pile
Unslated by the blast)
Rude cradled on the mast.
O thou that rearest with celestial aim
Even there— beneath that light-house tower-
Ere Peace with Sara came,
And watch the storm-vex'd flame.
But why with sable wand unbless'd
Dim-visaged shapes of Dread ?
And hovers round my head!
The tears that tremble down your cheek, Shall bathe my kisses chaste and meek
• The Holmes, in the Bristol Channe.
In Pity's dew divine ;
Despised Galilæan! For the Great
With a peculiar and surpassing light
Shines from the visage of the oppress'd good Man
When heedless of himself the scourged Saint How oft, my Love! with shapings sweet
Mourns for the Oppressor. Fair the vernal Mead I paint the moment we shall meet!
Fair the high Grove, the Sea, the Sun, the Stars, With eager speed I dart
True impress each of their creating Sire! I seize you in the vacant air,
Yet nor high Grove, nor many-color'd Mead,
Nor the green Ocean with his thousand Isles,
Nor the starr'd Azure, nor the sovran Sun, 'Tis said, on Summer's evening hour
E'er with such majesty of portraiture
Imaged the supreme beauty uncreate,
As thou, meek Savior! at the fearful hour
When thy insulted Anguish wing'd the prayer When all the heart's big ecstasy
Harp'd by Archangels, when they sing of Mercy! Shoots rapid through the frame !
Which when the Almighty heard from forth his
Heaven's hymnings paused and Hell her yawning
Closed a brief moment.
Lovely was the death Away, those cloudy looks, that laboring sigh,
Of Him whose life was love! Holy with power The peevish offspring of a sickly hour!
He on the thought-benighted sceptic beam'd Nor meanly thus complain of Fortune's power,
Manifest Godhead, melting into day When the blind Gamester throws a luckless die. What floating mists of dark Idolatry
Broke and misshaped the Omnipresent Sire : Yon setting Sun flashes a mournful gleam
And first by Fear uncharm'd the drowsed Soul." Behind those broken clouds, his stormy train :
Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel Tomorrow shall the many-color'd main
Dim recollections : and thence soar'd to Hope, In brightness roll beneath his orient beam! Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good
The Eternal dooms for his immortal Sons.
All self-annihilated it shall make
And bless'd are they,
Who in this fleshly World, the elect of Heaven, Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile
Their strong eye darting through the deeds of Men, Survey the sanguinary Despot's might,
Adore with sted fast unpresuming gaze And haply hurl the Pageant from his height,
Him Nature's Essence, Mind, and Energy! Lowept to wander in some savage isle.
And gazing, trembling, patiently ascend There, shiv'ring sad beneath the tempest's frown,
Treading beneath their feet all visible things Round his tir'd limbs to wrap the purple vest ;
As steps, that upward to their Father's Throne And mix'd with nails and beads, an equal jest!
Lead gradual-else nor glorified nor loved.
They nor Contempt embosom nor Revenge.
Alike from all educing perfect good.
Theirs too celestial courage, inly arm’d-
Dwarfing Earth's giant brood, what time they muse
On their great Father, great beyond compare ! WRITTEN ON THE CHRISTMAS EVE OF 1794.
And marching onwards view high o'er their heads This is the time, when most divine to hear,
His waving Banners of Omnipotence.
Who the Creator love, created might
Dread not: within their tents no terrors walk. The vision of the heavenly multitude, Who byzon'd the song of Peace o'er Bethlehem's
* Το Νοητον διηρηκασιν εις πολλων felds !
θεων ιδιοτητας. Yet thog more bright than all the Angel blaze,
Damas. de Myst. Ægypt. That hartanger'd thy birth, Thou, Man of Woes !
For they are holy things before the Lord,
Parts and proportions of one wondrous whole!
Our charities and bearings. But 't is God
Diffused through all, that doth make all one whole; Fear, the wild-visaged, pale, eye-starting wretch, This the worst superstition, him except Sure-refuged hears his hot pursuing fiends
Aught to desire, Supreme Reality! Yell at vain distance. Soon refresh'd from Heaven, The plenitude and permanence of bliss ! He calms the throb and tempest of his heart. O Fiends of Superstition ! not that oft His countenance settles ; a soft solemn bliss The erring Priest hath staind with brother's blood Swims in his eye-his swimming eye upraised ; Your grisly idols, not for this may wrath And Faith's whole armor glitters on his limbs! Thunder against you from the Holy One! And thus transfigured with a dreadless awe, But o'er some plain that steameth to the sun, A solemn hush of' soul, meek he beholds
Peopled with Death ; or where more hideous Trade All things of terrible seeming: yea, unmoved Loud-laughing packs his bales of human anguish: Views e'en the immitigable ministers
I will raise up a mourning, O ye Fiends! That shower down vengeance on these latter days. And curse your spells, that film the eye of Faith, For kindling with intenser Deity
Hiding the present God; whose presence lost, From the celestial Mercy-seat they come,
The moral world's cohesion, we become And at the renovating Wells of Love
An anarchy of Spirits ! Toy-bewitch'd,
No common centre Man, no common sire
Through courts and cities the smooth Savage roams, Thus from the Elect, regenerate through faith,
Feeling himself, his own low Self the whole ;
When he by sacred sympathy might make Pass the dark Passions and what thirsty Cares
The whole one Self! Self that no alien knows! Drink up the spirit and the dim regards Self-centre. Lo they vanish! or acquire
Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel !
Self, spreading still! Oblivious of its own,
Yet all of all possessing ! This is Faith!
This the Messiah's destin'd victory!
But first offences needs must come! Even now Darkling he fixes on the immediate road
(Black Hell laughs horrible-to hear the scoff!) His downwand eye: all else of fairest kind Thee to defend, meek Galilæan! Thee Hid or deform'd. But lo! the bursting Sun! And thy mild laws of love unutterable, Touch'd by the enchantment of that sudden beam, Mistrust and Enmity have burst the bands Straight the black vapor melteth, and in globes Of social Peace; and listening Treachery lurks of dewy glitter gems each plant and tree; With pious Fraud to snare a brother's life; On every leaf, on every blade it hangs!
And childless widows o'er the groaning land Dance glad the new-born intermingling rays, Wail numberless; and orphans weep for bread; And wide around the landscape streams with glory! Thee to defend, dear Savior of Mankind !
Thee, Lamb of God! Thee, blameless Prince of
Peace! There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind,
From all sides rush the thirsty brood of War! Omnific. His most holy naine is Love.
Austria, and that foul Woman of the North, Truth of subliming import! with the which
The lustful Murderess of her wedded Lord ! Who feeds and saturates his constant soul,
And he, connatural Mind! whom (in their songs He from his small particular orbit flies
So bards of elder time had haply feign'd)
Some Fury fondled in her hate to man,
Bidding her serpent hair in mazy surge
Lick his young face, and at his mouth inbreathe This is indeed to dwell with the Most High!
Horrible sympathy! And leagued with these
Each petty German princeling, nursed in gore ! Cherubs and rapture-trembling Seraphim
Soul-harden'd barterers of human blood !
• January 21st, 1794, in the debate on the Address to his And that in his vast family no Cain
Majesty, on the speech from the Throne, the Earl of Guild. Injures uninjured (in her best-aim'd blow
ford moved an Amendment to the following effect :-"That
the House hoped his Majesty would seize the earliest opporVictorious Murder a blind Suicide),
tunity to conclude a peace with France," etc. This motion Haply for this some younger Angel now
was opposed by the Duke of Portland, who "considered the Looks down on Human Nature: and, behold ! war to be merely grounded on one principle--the preservatio A sea of blood bestrew'd with wrecks, where mad
of the Christian Religion." May 30th, 1794, the Duke o.
Bedford moved a number of Resolutions, with a view to the Embottling Interests on each other rush
Establishment of a Peace with France. He was opposed With unhelm'd rage !
(among others) by Lord Abingdon in these remarkable words. - The best rond to Peace, my Lords, is War! and W'ar car
ried on in the same manner in which we are taught to worship "T is the sublime of man, our Creator, namely, with all our souls, and with all ou Our nentide Majesty, to know ourselves
minds, and with all our hearts, and with all our strength.”
Death's prime Slave-merchants ! Scorpion-whips of When, stung to rage by Pity, eloquent men
Have roused with pealing voice unnumber'd tribes Nor least in savagery of holy zeal,
That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind Art for the yoke, the race degenerate,
These hush'd awhile with patient eye serene, Whom Britain erst had blush'd to call her sons ! Shall watch the mad careering of the storm; Thee to defend the Moloch Priest prefers Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush The prayer of hate, and bellows to the herd And tamne the outrageous mass, with plastic might Tha: Deity, Accomplice Deity
Moulding Confusion to such perfect forms, In the fierce jealousy of waken'd wrath
As erst were wont, bright visions of the day! Will go forih with our armies and our fleets, To float before them, when, the Summer noon, To scatter the red ruin on their foes ?
Beneath some arch'd romantic rock reclined, O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds
They felt the sea-breeze list their youthful locks ; With blessedness!
Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve,
Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
The wasted perfumes, and the rocks and woods From everlasting Thou! We shall not die.
And many-tinted streams and setting Sun These, even these, in mercy didst thou form,
With all his gorgeous company of clouds Teachers of Good through Evil, by brief wrong
Ecstatic gazed! then homeward as they stray'd Making Truth lovely, and her future might
Cast the sad eye to earth, and inly mused Magnetic o'er the fix'd untrembling heart.
Why there was Misery in a world so fair.
Ah sar removed from all that glads the sense, In the primeval age a dateless while
From all that softens or ennobles Man,
The wretched Many! Bent beneath their loads The vacant Shepherd wander'd with his flock, Pitching his tent where'er the green grass waved.
They gape at pageant Power, nor recognize
Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree But soon Imagination conjured up An host of new desires : with busy aim,
Of Knowledge, ere the vernal sap had risen Each for himself, Earth's eager children toild.
Rudely disbranch'd! Blessed Society!
Filliest depictured by some sun-scorch'd waste, So Property began, two-streaming fount, Whence Vice and Virtue flow, honey and gall,
Where oft majestic through the tainted noon
The Simoom sails, before whose purple pomp Hence the soft couch, and many-culor'd robe, The timbrel, and arch'd dome and costly feast,
Who falls not prostrate dies! And where by night
Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs
The lion couches ; or hyena dips
Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws • learnt to forget the grossness of the end,
Or serpent plants his vast muon-glittering bulk, Best pleasured with its own activity.
Caught in whose monstrous twine Behemoth* yells And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm,
His bones loud-crashing !
O ye numberless, That vex and desolate our mortal life.
Whom foul Oppression's ruffian gluttony Wide-wasting ills! yet each the immediate source Drives from life's plenieous feast ! ó thou por Of mightier good. Their keen necessities
wretch, To ceaseless action goading human thought Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want, llare made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord ; Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand Dost lift to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed form, Strong as an host of armed Deities,
The victim of seduction, doom'd to know Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.
Polluted nights and days of blasphemy;
Who in lothed orgies with lewd wassailers From Avarice thus, from Luxury and War
Must gaily laugh, while thy remember'd home Sprang heavenly Science ; and from Science Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart ! Freedom.
O aged Women! ye who weekly calch Oer waken'd realms Philosophers and Bards
The morsel toss'd by law-forced Charity, Spread in concentric circles: they whose souls, And die so slowly, that none call it murder! Conscious of their high dignities from God, O loihely Suppliants ! ye, that unreceived Brook not Wealth's rivalry! and they who long
Totter heart-broken from the closing gates Enamoord with the charms of order hate
Of the full Lazar-house : or, gazing, stand The unseemly disproportion : and whoe'er Sick with despair ! O ye to Glory's field Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death, And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse
Bleed with new wounds beneath the Vulture's beak On that blest triumph, when the patriot Sage O thou poor Widow, who in dreams dost view Caild the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing cloud, Thy Husband's mangled corse, and from short dozo And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the earth Start'st with a shriek ; or in thy half-thatch'd ont Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er
Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold, Measured firm paces to the calming sound
Cow'rst o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day,
• Behemoth, in Hebrew, signifies wild beasts in general. Art thou not from everlasting, O Lord, mine Holy one ? Some believe it is the elephant, some the hippopotamus; some We shall not die. O Lord thou hast ordained them for judg. firm it is the wild bull. Poetically, it designates any large bent, etc.- Habakkuk.