faint eye,

virtuous grew.

Loud songs of triumph! O ye spirits of Fresh flowerets rose, and many a foodful

Hover around my mortal agonies!' But wan her cheek, her footsteps in-
She spake, and instantly faint melody

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


350 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 artyr'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,

from heaven 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, anon

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


and there
All mingled lay beneath the common Within a ruined sepulchre obscure

Found hiding-place.
Death's gloomy reconcilement ! O'er the

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

along unblamed

The Bothnic coast, or southward of the Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happi

Line, ness.

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, O 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 ;

causeless War, And gay thy grassy altar piled with And War, his strained sinews knit

, fruits.


anew, But boasts the shrine of Dæmon 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,


a And know not why the simple peasants

exhaled crowd

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 some 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 ear ;

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

emerged defeats,

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

laurels bound.

421 440

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

I leaven! 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

where shores,

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.

1796. Heaven. Warmed with new influence, the un

wholesome plain Sent up its foulest fogs to meet the ODE ON THE DEPARTING morn :

The Sun that rose on Freedom, rose in
Blood !

Ιου ιού, ώώ κακά.

Υπ' αυ με δεινός ορθομαντείας πόνος • Maiden beloved, and Delegate of

Στροβεί, ταράσσων φροιμίοις εφημίοις.
Heaven !

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,

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 yast ever-acting Energy! having just concluded a subsidiary treaty



I heard the mailed Monarch's troub-5 %,



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

birth, I

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 !

And now advance in saintly Jubilee Yet, mine eye fixed on Heaven's un

Justice and Truth! They too have heard changing clime Long had I listened, free from mortal

thy spell, fear,

They too obey thy name, divinest 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!

from my silent sadness Then with no unholy madness

“Ah ! wherefore does the Northern ConEre yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight,

40 queress stay!

Groans not her chariot on its onward I raised the impetuous song, and solem

? nized his flight.

Fly, mailed Monarch, fly!

Stunned by Death's twice mortal

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,
Love illumines Manhood's maze; Fell in conquest's glutted hour, 50
Or where o’er cradled infants blend- | Mid women's shrieks and infants’screams !

Spirits of the uncoffined slain,
Hope has fixed her wishful gaze; Sudden blasts of triumph swelling,
Hither, in perplexed dance,

Oft, at night, in misty train,
Ye woes ! ye young-eyed Joys! ad- Rush around her narrow dwelling !

The exterminating fiend is fled-
By time's wild harp, and by the hand (Foul her life, and dark her doom)
Whose indefatigable sweep

Mighty armies of the dead
Raises its fateful strings from Dance, like death-fires, round her

tomb !
I bid you haste, a mixed tumultuous Then with prophetic song relate, бо
'band !

Each some tyrant-murderer's fate !


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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, Whose locks with wreaths, whose wreaths

Rise, God of Nature ! rise.' with glories shone. Then, his eye wild ardours glancing,

VI From the choired gods advancing, The Spirit of the Earth made reverence 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,
Cold sweat-drops gather on my limbs ;

My ears throb hot; my eye-balls start;

My brain with horrid tumult swims; Throughout the blissful throng,

Wild is the tempest of my heart ;
Hushed were harp and song :

And my thick and struggling breath
Till wheeling round the throne the Lam-

Imitates the toil of death ! pads seven,

No stranger agony confounds (The mystic Words of Heaven)

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 ! Thou in stormy blackness throning (The strife is o'er, the day-light fled,

dead ! Love and uncreated Light,

And the night-wind clamours hoarse! By the Earth's unsolaced groaning, Seize thy terrors, Arm of might !

See ! the starting wretch's head

Lies pillowed on a brother's corse !) By Peace with proffer'd insult scared, Masked hate and envying scorn !

By years of havoc yet unborn !
And Hunger's bosom to the frost-winds Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile,
bared !

O Albion ! O my mother Isle !
But chief by Afric's wrongs,

Thy vallies, fair as Eden's bowers,
Strange, horrible, and foul !

Glitter green with sunny showers; By what deep guilt belongs

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 della By Wealth's insensate laugh! by Torture's Proudly ramparted with rocks) howl !

And Ocean mid his uproar wild
Avenger, rise !

Speaks safety to his Island-child !






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