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Loud songs of triumph ! O ye spirits of Fresh flowerets rose, and many a foodful
secure, Melts on her ear, soothing and sad, and And anxious pleasure beamed in her
slow, Such measures, as at calmest midnight As she had newly left a couch of pain, heard
l'ale Convalescent! (yet some time to By aged hermit in his holy dream,
rule Foretell and solace death; and now they With power exclusive o'er the willing rise
world, Louder, as when with harp and mingled That blessed prophetic mandate then voice
fulfilledThe white-robed multitude of slaughtered Peace be on Earth!) An happy while, but saints
brief, At Heaven's wide-opened portals gratu
She seemed to wander with assiduous lant
feet, Receive some martyr'd patriot.
The And healed the recent harm of chill and harmony
blight, Entranced the Maid, till each suspended And nursed each plant that fair and sense
330 Brief slumber seized, and confused ecstasy.
But soon a deep precursive sound
moaned hollow : At length awakening slow, she gazed Black rose the clouds, and now (as in a around :
dream), And through a mist, the relict of that Their reddening shapes, transformed to trance
warrior-hosts, Still thinning as she gazed, an Isle Coursed o’er the sky, and battled in appeared,
mid-air. Its high, o'er - hanging, white, broad- Nor did not the large blood-drops fall breasted cliffs,
360 Glass'd on the subject ocean.
A vast Portentous ! while aloft were seen to plain
float, Stretched opposite, where
and Like hideous features looming on the mist,
Wan stains of ominous light! Resigned, The plough - man following sad his
yet sad, meagre team
The fair form bowed her olive-crowned Turned up fresh sculls unstartled, and
brow, the bones
Then o'er the plain with oft-reverted eye Of fierce hate-breathing combatants, Fled till a place of tombs she reached, who there
The delegated Maid Stept a fair form, repairing all she Gazed through her tears, then in sad might,
tones exclaimed ;Her temples olive-wreathed ; and where Thou mild-eyed Form! wherefore, ah! she trod,
wherefore fled ?
The Power of Justice like a name all The congregated husbandmen lay waste light,
The vineyard and the harvest. As Shone from thy brow; but all they, who
The Bothnic coast, or southward of the Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happi
Though hushed the winds and cloudless Ah! why, uninjured and unprofited,
the high noon, Should multitudes against their brethren Yet if Leviathan, weary of ease, "rush ?
In sports unwieldy toss his island-bulk, Why sow they guilt, still reaping misery? Ocean behind him billows, and before Lenient of care, thy songs, ő Peace! A storm of waves breaks foamy on the are sweet,
strand. As after showers the perfumed gale of And hence, for times and seasons bloody eve,
and dark, That flings the cool drops on a feverous Short Peace shall skin the wounds of cheek ;
410 And gay thy grassy altar piled with And War, his strained sinews knit fruits.
anew, But boasts the shrine of Damon War one Still violate the unfinished works of charm,
Peace. Save that with many an orgie strange But yonder look ! for more demands thy and foul,
view !' Dancing around with interwoven arms, He said : and straightway from the The Maniac Suicide and Giant Murder
opposite Isle Exult in their fierce union! I am sad, A vapour sailed, as when a cloud, And know not why the simple peasants
From Egypt's fields that steam hot Beneath the Chieftains' standard !' Thus
pestilence, the Maid.
Travels the sky for many a trackless
league, To her the tutelary Spirit replied : Till o'er so death - doomed land, • When Luxury and Lust's exhausted
distant in vain, stores
It broods incumbent. Forthwith from No more can rouse the appetites of
the plain, kings;
390 Facing the Isle, a brighter cloud arose, When the low flattery of their reptile And steered its course which way the lords
vapour went. Falls flat and heavy on the accustomed car ;
The Maiden paused, musing what this When eunuchs sing, and fools buffoonery
might mean. make,
But long time passed not, ere that And dancers writhe their harlot limbs in
brighter cloud vain ;
Returned more bright ; along the plain Then War and all its dread vicissitudes
it swept ; Pleasingly agitate their stagnant hearts ; And soon from forth its bursting sides Its hopes, its fears, its victories, its
A dazzling form, broad-bosomed, bold of Insipid Royalty's keen condiment !
eye, Therefore uninjured and unprofited And wild her hair, save where with (Victims at once and executioners), 400
Not more majestic stood the healing In will, in deed, Impulse of All to God,
All! When from his bow the arrow sped that whether thy Love with unrefracted ray slew
Beam on the Prophet's purged eye, or if Huge Python. Shriek’d Ambition's Diseasing realms the Enthusiast, wild of giant throng,
thought, And with them hissed the locust-fiends Scatter new frenzies on the infected that crawled
throng, And glittered in Corruption's slimy Thou both inspiring and predooming track.
460 Great was their wrath, for short they Fit instruments and best, of perfect end : knew their reign ;
Glory to Thee, Father of Earth and And such commotion made they, and
Ileaven !' uproar, As when the mad tornado bellows through
And first a landscape rose The guilty islands of the western main,
More wild and waste and desolate than What time departing for their native
The white bear, drifting on a field of Eboe, or Koromantyn's plain of palms,
ice, The infuriate spirits of the Murder'd | Howls to her sundered cubs with piteous make
rage Fierce merriment, and vengeance ask of And savage agony.
440 Warmed with new influence, the un
wholesome plain Sent up its foulest fogs to meet the ODE ON THE DEPARTING morn :
Ιου ιού, ώ ώ κακά.
Υπ' αυ με δεινός ορθομαντείας πόνος
Στροβεί, ταράσσων φροιμίοις εφημίοις.
Το μέλλον ήξει. Και συ μ' εν τάχει παρών (To her the tutelary Spirit said)
"Αγαν αληθόμαντιν οικτείρας έρείς. Soon shall the morning struggle into
Æschyl. Agam. 1215-18 ; 1240-41. day, The stormy morning into cloudless noon.
ARGUMENT Much hast thou seen, nor all canst understand
THE Ode commences with an address But this be thy best omen-Save thy to the Divine Providence, that regulates Country!'
into one vast harmony all the events of Thus saying, from the answering Maid time, however calamitous some of them he passed,
450 may appear to mortals. The second And with him disappeared the heavenly Strophe calls on men to suspend their Vision.
private joys and sorrows, and devote them
for a while to the cause of human nature Glory to Thee, Father of Earth and in general. The first Epode speaks of Heaven !
the Empress of Russia, who died of an All-conscious Presence of the Universe ! | apoplexy on the 17th of November 1796; Nature's vast ever-acting Energy! having just concluded a subsidiary treaty
with the Kings combined against France.
From every private bower, The first and second Antistrophe describe
And each domestic hearth, the Image of the Departing Year, etc., as Haste for one solemn hour ; in a vision. The second Epode pro
And with a loud and yet a louder phesies, in anguish of spirit, the downfall
voice, of this country.
O’er Nature struggling in portentous
Weep and rejoice !
Still echoes the dread Name that o'er the SPIRIT who sweepest the wild Harp of
earth Time ! It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
Let slip the storm, and woke the brood
of Hell : Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear ! Yet, mine eye fixed on Heaven's un
And now advance in saintly Jubilee changing clime
Justice and Truth! They too have heard
thy spell, Long had I listened, free from mortal
They too obey thy name, divinest fear, With inward stillness, and submitted
Liberty ! mind; When lo ! its folds far waving on the
I marked Ambition in his war-array ! I saw the train of the Departing Year!
I heard the mailed Monarch's troubStarting from my silent sadness Then with no unholy madness
“Ah! wherefore does the Northern ConEre yet the entered cloud foreclosed my
queress stay ! sight,
Groans not her chariot on its onward I raised the impetuous song, and solemnized his flight.
Fly, mailed Monarch, fly!
Stunned by Death's twice mortal II
mace, Hither, from the recent tomb,
No more on Murder's lurid face From the prison's direr gloom, The insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken
From distemper's midnight anguish ; And thence, where poverty doth waste
Manes of the unnumbered slain ! and languish;
Ye that gasped on Warsaw's plain! Or where, his two bright torches Ye that erst at Ismail's tower, blending,
When human ruin choked the streams,
Spirits of the uncoffined slain,
Oft, at night, in misty train,
Rush around her narrow dwelling ! vance!
The exterminating fiend is fled--
Mighty armies of the dead
tomb ! I bid you haste, a mixed tumultuous Then with prophetic song relate, бо 'band !
Each some tyrant-murderer's fate! I
For ever shall the thankless Island
scowl, Departing Year! 'twas on no earthly
Her quiver full, and with unbroken shore
bow? My soul beheld thy vision ! Where
Speak ! from thy storm-black Heaven, O alone,
speak aloud ! Voiceless and stern, before the cloudy
And on the darkling foe throne,
Open thine eye of fire from some uncerAye Memory sits : thy robe inscribed with
tain cloud ! gore,
O dart the flash ! O rise and deal the With many an unimaginable groan
blow ! Thou storied'st thy sad hours ! Silence The Past to thee, to thee the Future ensued,
cries ! Deep silence o'er the ethereal multi
Hark! how wide Nature joins her tude,
groans below! Whose locks with wreaths, whose wreaths
Rise, God of Nature ! rise.'
The voice had ceased, the vision fled ; meet,
Yet still I gasped and reeled with dread. And stood up, beautiful, before the cloudy And ever, when the dream of night seat.
Renews the phantom to my sight,
My ears throb hot; my eye-balls start;
My brain with horrid tumult swims;
Wild is the tempest of my heart;
And my thick and struggling breath
Imitates the toil of death !
No stranger agony confounds
The soldier on the war-field spread, Permissive signal make :
When all foredone with toil and wounds, The fervent Spirit bowed, then spread
Death - like he dozes among heaps of his wings and spake !
81 By the Earth's unsolaced groaning,
And the night-wind clamours hoarse Seize thy terrors, Arm of might !
See ! the starting wretch's head By Peace with proffer'd insult scared,
Lies pillowed on a brother's corse :) Masked hate and envying scorn !
O Albion ! O my mother Iste!
Thy vallies, fair as Eden's bowers,
Glitter green with sunny showers; By what deep guilt belongs 90 Thy grassy uplands' gentle swells To the deaf Synod, ‘full of gifts and Echo to the bleat of flocks ; lies !
(Those grassy hills, those glittering dells By Wealth's insensate laugh! by Torture's Proudly ramparted with rocks) howl!
And Ocean mid his uproar wild
Speaks safety to his Island-child !