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The sons of France shake off the tyrant yoke ;
BARRERE (mounts the Tribune). I have, as much as lies in mine own arm,
For ever hallow'd be this glorious day, Hurl'd down the usurper.—Come death when it will, When Freedom, bursting her oppressive chain, I have lived long enough.
Tramples on the oppressor. When the tyrant, [Shouts without. Hurl'd from his blood-cemented throne by the arm
Of the almighty people, meets the death Jlark! how the noise increases ! through the gloom He plann'd for thousands. Oh! my sickening heart of the still evening-harbinger of death,
Has sunk within me, when the various woes Rings the tocsin! the dreadful generale
Of my brave country crowded o'er my brain Thunders through Paris
In ghastly numbers—when assembled hordes, [Cry without—Down with the Tyrant! Dragg'd from their hovets by despotic power,
Rush'd o'er her frontiers, plunder'd her fair hamlets Enter LECOINTRE.
And sack'd her populous towns, and drench'd with
blood So may eternal justice blast the foes
The reeking fields of Flanders.-When within, Of France! so perish all the tyrant brood, Upon her vitals prey'd the rankling tooth As Robespierre has perishd! Citizens,
Of treason; and oppression, giant form, Cesar is taken.
Trampling on freedom, lett the alternative (Loud and repeated applauses. Of slavery, or of death. Even from that day, I marvel not, that with such fearless front,
When, on the guilty Capet, I pronounced He braved our vengeance, and with angry eye The door of injured France, has Faction rear'd Scould round the hall defiance. He relied
Her haied head amongst us. Roland preach'd On Henriot's aid—the Commune's villain friendship, of mercy—ihe uxorious dotard Roland, And Henriot's boughten succors. Ye have heard
The woman-govern'd Roland dursi aspiro How Henriot rescued him-how with open arms To govern France; and Petion talk'd of virtue, The Commune welcomed in the rebel tyrant And Vergniaud's eloquence, like the honey'd tongue How Fleuriot aided, and seditious Vivier
Of some soft Syren, wooed us to destruction. Stirr'd up the Jacobins. All had been lost
We triumph'd over these. On the same scaffold The representatives of France had perishd Where the last Louis ponr'd his guilty blood, Freedom had sunk beneath the tyrant arm
Fell Brissot's head, the womb of darksome treasons, of this foul parricide, but that her spirit
And Orleans, villain kinsman of the Capet, Inspired the men of Paris. Henriot callid
And Heberi's atheist crew, whose maddening hand " To arms” in vain, whilst Bourdon's patriot voice Hurl'd down the altars of the living God, Breathed eloquence, and o'er the Jacobins
With all the infidel's intolerance. Legendre frown'd dismay. The tyrants fled The last worst traitor triumph'd--triumph'd long, They reach'd the Hotel. We gather'd round-we Secured by matchless villany. By turns callid
Defending and deserting each accomplice, For vengeance! Long time, obstinate in despair,
As interest prompted. In the goodly soil With knives they hack'd around them. Till foreboding of Freedom, the foul tree of treason struck The sentence of the law, the clamorous cry
Its deep-fix'd roots, and dropt the dews of death Of joyful thousands hailing their destruction, On all who slumber'd in its specious shade. Each sought by suicide to escape the dread
lle wove the web of treachery. Ile canght of death. Lebas succeeded. From the window
The listening crowd by his wild eloquence, Leapt the younger Robespierre, but his fractured limb His cool ferocity, that persuaded murder
, Forbade to escape. The self-willid dictator
Even whilst it spake of mercy !-Never, never Plunged often the keen knife in his dark breast, Shall this regenerated country wear Yet impotent to die. He lives all mangled
The despot yoke. Though myriads round assail, By his own tremulous hand! All gash'd and gored, And with worse fury urge this new crusade He lives to taste the bitterness of Death.
Than savages have known; though the leagued Even now they meet their doom. The bloody Couthon,
despots The fierce St-Just, even now attend their tyrant Depopulate all Europe, so to pour To fall beneath the ax. I saw the torches
The accumulated mass upon our coasts, Flash on their visages a dreadful light
Sublime amid the storm shall France arise, I saw them whilst the black blood rollid adown And like the rock amid surrounding waves Each stern face, even then with dauntless eye
Repel the rushing ocean.-She shall wield Scowl round contemptuous, dying as they lived,
The thunderbolt of vengeance—she shall blast Fearless of fate!
The despot's pride, and liberate the world! [Loud and repeated applauses.
PROSE IN RHYME: OR EPIGRAMS, MORALITIES, AND THINGS WITHOUT A NAME
It is picce may be found, as originally published, under another title, at page 28.
Or rather say at once, within what space
She wept with pity and delight,
I heard her breathe my name.
Her bosom heaved—she stept aside,
She fled to me and wept.
She half inclosed me with her arms,
WORK WITHOUT HOPE.
LINES COMPOSED 21ST FEBRUARY, 1827.
ALL Nature seems at work. Stags leave their lair Twas partly Love, and partly Fear,
The bees are stirring—Birds are on the wingAnd partly 't was a bashful art,
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, And so I won my Genevieve,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. My brighi and beauteous Bride.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrightend, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE,
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
YOUTH AND AGE.
VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a beeIn selfish forethought of neglect and slight.
Both were mine! Life went a-maying O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed,
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, Wkile, and on whom, thou mayest—shine on! nor heed
When I was young! Whether the object by reflected light
When I was young ?—Ah, woful when! Return thy radiance or absorb it quite;
Ah for the change 'twixt now and then! And though thou notest from thy safe recess
This breathing house not built with hands, Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
This body that does me grievous wrong, Love them for what they are: nor love them less,
O'er airy cliffs and glittering sands,
How lightly then it flash'd along :-
That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Nought cared this bedy for wind.or weather,
When Youth and I lived in 't together
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like,
Friendship is a sheltering tree; And such a feeding calm its presence shed,
O the joys, that came down shower-like, A tender love so pure from earthly leaven
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty, That I unnethe the fancy might control,
Ere I was old! Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven
Ere I was old ? Ah woful Ere, Wooing its gentle way into my soul !
Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! But ah! the change-It had not stirr’d, and yet
O Youth! for years so many and sweet, Alas! that change how fain would I forget!
"Tis known, that thou and I were one, That shrinking back, like one that had mistook!
I'll think it but a fond conceitThat weary, wandering, disavowing Look!
It cannot be, that thou art gone! Twas all another, feature, look, and frame,
Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd :-
And thou wert aye a masker bold !
To make believe that thou art gone?
I see these locks in silvery slips, ls 't history ? vision ? or an idle song ?
This drooping gait, this alter'd size :
But springtide blossoms on thy lips,
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
He seeth with the heart.
REFLECTIONS ON THE ABOVE.
A DAY DREAM.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS
OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope, And thee, and me, and Mary there. Soon shall I now before my God appear, O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
By him to be acquitted, as I hope ;
A wild-rose roofs the ruin'd shed,
Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed,
Be of good cheer, meek soul! I would have said. Two dear names carved upon the tree! I see a hope spring from that humble fear, And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow: All are not strong alike through storms to steer Our sister and our friend will both be here lo-morrow. Right onward. What though dread of threaten'd
death 'T was day! But now few, large, and bright, And dungeon torture made thy hand and breath
The stars are round the crescent moon! Inconstant to the truth within thy heart? And now it is a dark warm night,
That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice The balmiest of the month of June !
didst start, A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife, Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet Or not so vital as to claim thy life : fountain.
And myriads had reach'd Heaven, who never knew
Where lay the difference 'twixt the false and true! O ever-ever be thou blest! For dearly, Asra! love I thee!
Ye who, secure 'mid trophies not your own, This brooding warmth across my breast, Judge him who won them when he stood alone,
This depth of tranquil bliss—ah me! And proudly talk of recreant BERENGAREFount, tree and shed are gone. I know not whither, O first the age, and then the man compare ! But in one quiet room we three are still together. That age how dark! congenial minds how rare!
No host of friends with kindred zeal did burn!
No throbbing hearts awaited his return!
He only disenchanted from the spell,
That did but guide the night-birds to their prey ? Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play The ascending Day-star with a bolder eye "Tis Mary's hand upon my brow!
Hath lit each dew-drop on our trimmer lawn! But let me check this tender lay,
Yet not for this, if wise, will we decry Which none may hear but she and thou! The spots and struggles of the timid Dawn! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Lest so we tempt th' approaching Noon to scorn Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women! The mists and painted vapors of our Morn.
HAVE NO SOULS.
TO A LADY,
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT WOMEN From his brimstone bed at break of day
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To visit his little snug farm of the earth,
And see how his stock went on.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And backwards and forwards he swish'd his long tail
As a gentleman swishes his cane.
And how then was the Devil drest?
Oh! he was in his Sunday's best :
His jacket was red and his breeches were blue.
And there was a hole where the tail came through
He saw a LAWYER killing a Viper
CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT. And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Of Cain and his brother, Abel.
Or veer or vanish, why shouldst thou remain
The only constant in a world of changeA POTHECARY on a white horse
O yearning THOUGHT, that livest but in the brain ? Rode by on his vocations,
Call to the HOURS, that in the distance play, And the Devil thought of his old Friend
The fairy people of the future day,
Fond THOUGHT! not one of all that shining swarm
Till when, like strangers shelt'ring from a storm, He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
Hope and Despair meet in the porch of Death! A cottage of gentility!
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see,
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Some living love hefore my eyes there stood,
With answering look a ready ear to lend, Quoth he! we are both of one college; I mourn to thee and say—“Ah! loveliest friend! For I myself sate like a cormorant once
That this the meed of all my toils might be, Fast by the tree of knowledge.*
To have a home, an English home and thee!
Vain repetition! Home and thou art one. Down the river there plied with wind and tide,
The peacefull'st cot the moon shall shine upon, A pig, with vast celerity ;
Lull’d by the thrush and waken'd by the lark, And the Devil look’d wise as he saw how the while, Without thee were but a becalmed Bark, It cut its own throat. There ! quoth he, with a smile, Whose helmsman on an ocean waste and wide Goes" England's commercial prosperity."
Siis mute and pale his mouldering helm beside.
And art thou nothing? Such thou art, as when As he went through Cold-Bath Fields, he saw
The woodman winding westward up the glen A solitary cell,
At wintry dawn, where o'er the sheep-track's maze And the Devil was pleased, for it gave him a hint
The viewless snow-mist weaves a glist'ning haze, For improving his prisons in Hell.
Sees full before him, gliding without tread,
An imaget with a glory round its head;
Nor knows, he makes the shadow he pursues !
He saw with consternation,
THE SUICIDE'S ARGUMENT.
ERE the birth of my life, if I wish'd it or no
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try, . And all amid them stood the Tree of Life High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit
And to live on be YES; what can No be? to die.
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope, Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope. Sat like a cormorant.- Par. Lost, IV.
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ? The allegory here is so apt, that in a catalogue of various Make out the Invent’ry ; inspect, compare! rendings obtained from collating the MSS. one might expect to Then die-if die you dare ! find it noted, that for “ Life" Cod. quid habent, “ Trade." 'Though indeed the trade, i. e. the bibliopolic, so called, xài' cxbxnv, may be regarded as Life sansu eminentiori: a Buggestion, which I owe to a young retailer in the hosiery line, he might have been mistaken, and most certainly he did not who ou hearing a description of the net profits, dinner parties, hear any names mentioned. In simple verity, the Author never country houses, etc. of the trade, exclaimed, Ay! that's meant any one, or indeed any thing but to put a concluding what I call Life now!"--This “Life, our Death," is thus stund to his doggerel. happily contrasted with the fruits of Authorship.--Sic nos non
† This phenomenon, which the Author has himself expenobis mellificamus Apes,
rienced, and of which the reader may find a description in one Of this poem, with which the Fire, Famine and Slaughter of the earlier volumes of the Manchester Philosophical Transfirst appeared in the Morning Post, the three tirst sianzas, which actions, is applied figuratively in the following passage of the are worth all the rest, and the ninth, were dictated by Mr. Southey. Between the ninth and the concluding stanza, two or
Aids to Reflection: three are omitted as grounded on subjects that have lost their on different characters, holds equally true of Genius: As mans
"Pindar's fine remark respecting the different effects of music interest and for better reasons. If any one should ask, who General - meant, the Author The beholder either recognizes it as a projected form of his own
as are not delighted by it are disturbed. perplexed, irritated. bega leave to inform him, that he did once see a red-faced per- Being. that moves before him with a Glory round its head, or toa in a dream whom by the dress he took for a General; but recoils from it us a spectre."'--Aids to Reflection, p. 220