Act. 11

And Vice reluctant quits th’ expected | The strange misfortunes, oh! what words prey.

can tell ?

Tell! ye neglected sylphs! who lap-dogs Cease, thou lorn mother! cease thy Why snatch'd ye not away your precious

guard, wailings drear;

ward ? Ye babes! the unconscious sob

Why suffer'd ye the lover's weight to fall forego;

On the ill-fated neck of much-loved Ball ? Or let full gratitude now prompt the

The favourite on his mistress casts his tear

eyes, Which erst did sorrow force to flow.

Gives a short melancholy howl, andUnkindly cold and tempest shrill

dies. In life's morn oft the traveller chill,

Sacred his ashes lie, and long his rest! But soon his path the sun of Love shall

Anger and grief divide poor Julia's breast. warm;

Her eyes she fixt on guilty Florio first : And each glad scene look brighter for the

On him the storm of angry grief must storm!



The storm he fled: he wooes a kinder JULIA


Whose fond affections no dear puppies [IN CHRIST'S HOSPITAL BOOK]

share. Medio de fonte leporum

'Twere vain to tell, how Julia pin'd away: Surgit amari aliquid.

Unhappy Fair! that in one luckless

dayJULIA was blest with beauty, wit, and From future Almanacks the day be crost!grace:

At once her Lover and her Lap-dog lost. Small poets loved to sing her blooming

1789. face. Before her altars, lo! a numerous train Preferr'd their vows; yet all preferr'd in


Till charming Florio, born to conquer,

O! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos ! And touch'd the fair one with an equal OH! might my ill-past hours return flame.

again! The flame she felt, and ill could she con- No more, as then, should Sloth around ceal

me throw What every look and action would reveal. Her soul-enslaving, leaden chain! With boldness then, which seldom fails No more the precious time would I to move,

He pleads the cause of Marriage and of In giddy revells, or in thoughtless joy,

A present joy producing future woe.
The course of Hymeneal joys he rounds,
The fair one's eyes danc'd pleasure at the But o'er the midnight Lamp I'd love to

Nought now remain'd but ‘Noes'-how I'd seek with care fair Learning's depths
little meant !

to sound,
And the sweet coyness that endears con- And gather scientific Lore:

Or to mature the embryo thoughts in-
The youth upon his knees enraptur'd fell :


That hall-conceiv'd lay struggling in my

I saw when from the turtle feast mind,

The thick dark smoke in volumes The cloisters' solitary gloom I'd round.

rose !

I saw the darkness of the mist 'Tis vain to wish, for Time has ta'en his

Encircle thee, O Nose! flight

Shorn of thy rays thou shott'st a fearful For follies past be ceas'd the fruitless

gleam tears:

(The turtle quiver'd with prophetic Let follies past to future care incite.

fright) Averse maturer judgements to obey Gloomy and sullen thro’ the night of Youth owns, with pleasure owns, the

steam : Passions' sway,

So Satan's Nose when Dunstan urged But sage Experience only comes with

to flight, years.

1789. Glowing from gripe of red-hot pincers MS.


Athwart the smokes of Hell disastrous THE NOSE

twilight shed! YE souls unused to lofty verse Who sweep the earth with lowly

The Furies to madness my brain de

Like sand before the blast disperse--

In robes of ice my body wrap!
A Nose! a mighty Nose I sing !

On billowy flames of fire I float,
As erst Prometheus stole from heaven

IIcar ye my entrails how they snap? the fire

Some power unseen forbids my lungs to

breathe! To animate the wonder of his hand; Thus with unhallow'd hands, O muse,

What fire-clad meteors round me aspire,

whizzing fly! And from my subject snatch a burn

I vitrify thy torrid zone beneath, ing brand !

Proboscis fierce! I am calcined ! I

die ! So like the Nose I sing—my verse shall glow

Thus, like great Pliny, in Vesuvius' fire, Like Phlegethon my verse in waves of I perish in the blaze while I the blaze

admire. fire shall flow !


Light of this once all darksome spot

Where now their glad course mortals

Tho' no bold flights to thee belong; First-born of Sirius begot

And tho' thy lays with conscious fear, Upon the focus of the sun

Shrink from Judgement's eye severe, I'll call thee ! for such thy earthly | Yet much I thank thee, Spirit of my name

song! What name so high, but what too low For, lovely Muse! thy sweet employ must be?

Exalts my soul, refines my breast, Comets, when most they drink the solar Gives each pure pleasure keener zest, flame

And softens sorrow into pensive Joy. Are but faint types and images of thee! From thee I learn'd the wish to bless, Burn madly, Fire! o’er earth in ravage From thee to commune with my heart; run,

From thee, dear Muse! the gayer part, Then blush for shame more red by fiercer To laugh with pity at the crowds that outdone!




Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Such scenes no more demand the tear Folly spun,

humane; Whose hues gay-varying wanton in the I see, I see! glad Liberty succeed sun.

1789. With every patriot virtue in her train!

And mark yon peasant's raptured DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE


Secure he views his harvests rise; I

No fetter vile the mind shall know, HEARD'ST thou yon universal cry,

And Eloquence shall fearless glow.

Yes! Liberty the soul of Life shall And dost thou linger still on Gallia's

reign, shore ?

Shall throb in every pulse, shall flow Go, Tyranny! beneath some barbarous

thro' every vein! sky Thy terrors lost and ruin'd power

VI deplore! What tho’through many a groaning Shall France alone a Despot spurn?

Shall she alone, O Freedom, boast age Was felt thy keen suspicious rage,

thy care? Yet Freedom roused by fierce Dis- Lo, round thy standard Belgia's heroes dain

burn, Has wildly broke thy triple chain,

Tho' Power's blood-stain'd streamers And like the storm which earth's deep

fire the air, entrails hide,

And wider yet thy influence spread, At length has burst its way and spread

Nor e'er recline thy weary head, the ruins wide.

Till every land from pole to pole

Shall boast one independent soul!

And still, as erst, let favour'd Britain be IV

First ever of the first and freest of the

free! In sighs their sickly breath was spent;

? 1789. each gleam Of Hope had ceased the long long day

to cheer;
Or if delusive, in some flitting dream, WITH A POEM ON THE FRENCH
It gave them to their friends and

children dear
Awaked by lordly insult's sound

[Probably the preceding verses.]
To all the doubled horrors round,

Much on my early youth I love to Oft shrunk they from Oppression's

dwell, band

Ere yet I bade that friendly dome fareWhile anguish raised the desperate

well, hand

Where first, beneath the echoing cloisters For silent death; or lost the mind's con

pale, troll,

I heard of guilt and wondered at the Thro' every burning vein would tides of

tale ! Frenzy roll.

Yet though the hours flew by on careless

wing, V

Full heavily of Sorrow would I sing. But cease, ye pitying bosoms, cease to Aye as the star of evening flung its beam bleed !

In broken radiance on the wavy stream,




My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom If Smiles more winning, and a gentler Mourned with the breeze, O Lee Boo!1

Mien o'er thy tomb.

Than the love-wildered Maniac's brain Where'er I wandered, Pity still was near,

hath seen Breathed from the heart and glistened in Shaping celestial forms in vacant air, the tear :

If these demand the empassioned Poet's No knell that tolled but filled my

careanxious eye,

If Mirth and softened Sense and Wit And suffering Nature wept that one

should die !

The blameless features of a lovely mind;
Then haply shall my trembling hạnd

assign Thus to sad sympathies I soothed my

No fading wreath to Beauty's saintly breast,


40 Calm, as the rainbow in the weeping Nor, Sara! thou these early flowers West:

refuseWhen slumbering Freedom roused with

Ne'er lurk'd the snake beneath their high Disdain

simple hues; With giant fury burst her triple chain !

No purple bloom the Child of Nature Fierce on her front the blasting Dog-star

brings glowed; Her banners, like a midnight meteor,

From Flattery's night-shade: as he feels

he sings.

September 1792.
Amid the yelling of the storm-rent skies !
She came, and scattered battles from her

Then Exultation waked the patriot fire

As late I journey'd o'er the extensive And swept with wilder hand the Alcæan


[stream, lyre:

Where native Otter sports his scanty Red from the Tyrant's wound I shook Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain, the lance,

The glorious prospect woke me from And strode in joy the reeking plains of

the dream. France !

At every step it widen'd to my sight, Fallen is the oppressor, friendless, ghastiy, Wood, Meadow, verdant Hill, and low,

dreary Steep. And my heart aches, though Mercy Following in quick succession of delight, struck the blow.

Till all--at once--did my eye ravish'd With wearied thought once more I seek

sweep! the shade, Where peaceful Virtue weaves the Myrtle May this (I cried) my course through Life braid.


[display, And 0 ! if Eyes whose holy glances roll,

New scenes of wisdom may each step Swift messengers, and eloquent of soul ; And knowledge open as my days

advance! 1 Lee Boo, the son of Abba Thule, Prince of

Till what time Death shall pour the unthe Pelew Islands, came over to England with

darken'd ray, Captain Wilson, died of the small-pox, and is

My eye shall dart thro' infinite expanse, buried in Greenwich church-yard. See Keate's Account of the Pelew Islands. 1788.

And thought suspended lie in rapture's 2 Southey's Retrospect.

blissful trance.



Cut. A





[FIRST VERSION, IN CHRIST'S HOSPITAL Nemo repente turpissimus

DEEP in the gulph of Guilt and

Cold penury repress'd his noble rage,

And froze the genial current of his soul.
Leaps man at once with headlong

Now prompts the Muse poetic Him innate Truth and Virtue

lays, guide,

And high my bosom beats with Whose guards are Shame and con

love of Praise ! scious Pride.

But, Chatterton! methinks I hear thy In some gay hour Vice steals into the

name, breast;

For cold my Fancy grows, and dead Perchance she wears


each Hope of Fame. Virtue's vest.

When Want and cold Neglect had By unperceiv'd degrees she tempts to

chill'd thy soul, stray,

Athirst for Death I see thee drench the Till far from Virtue's path she leads the

bowl ! feet away.

Thy corpse of many a livid hue

On the bare ground I view,
Yet still the heart to disenthral

Whilst various passions all my mind
Will Memory the past recall,

engage; And fear before the Victim's eyes

Now is my breast distended with a Bid future woes and dangers rise.

sigh, But hark! their charms the voice, the

And now a flash of Rage lyre, combine-

Darts through the tear, that glistens in Gay sparkles in the cup the generous

my eye. Wine

Is this the land of liberal Hearts ! The mazy dance, and frail young

Is this the land, where Genius ne'er Beauty fires

in vain
And Virtue vanquish'd, scorn'd, with
hasty flight retires.

Pour'd forth her soul-enchanting strain?
Ah me! yet Butler 'gainst the bigot

foe But soon to tempt the pleasures Well-skill'd to aim keen Humour's cease;

dart, Yet shame forbids return to peace,

Yet Butler felt Want's poignant And stern necessity will force

sting; Still to urge on the desperate course.

And Otway, Master of the The drear black paths of Vice the

Tragic art, wretch must try,

Whom Pity's self had taught to Where Conscience flashes horror on


Sank beneath a load of Woe ; Where Hate—where Murder scowl- This ever can the generous Briton where starts Affright!

hear, Ah! close the scene -ah! close -— for And starts not in his eye th' indignant dreadful is the sight.

Tear? 1790.



each eye,

Se fundos crilicama ni

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