I used to think their slender tops It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heav'n 30 THE VICTORIAN PERIOD THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY 1800-1859 THE BATTLE OF NASEBY BY OBADIAH BIND-THEIR-KINGS-IN-CHAINS-AND-THEIR-NOBLESWITH-LINKS-OF-IRON, SERGEANT IN IRETON'S REGIMENT OH! Wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North, Oh evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit, For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong, It was about the noon of a glorious day of June, Like a servant of the Lord, with his Bible and his sword, 5 ΙΟ When a murmuring sound broke out, and swelled into a shout, 15 Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's right. And hark! like the roar of the billow on the shore, For God! for the Cause! for the Church, for the Laws ! 20 The furious German comes, with his trumpets and his drums, His bravoes of Alsatia, and pages of Whitehall; They are bursting on our flanks. Grasp your pikes, close your ranks; For Rupert never comes, but to conquer or to fall. They are here! they rush on! We are broken! we are gone! 25 O Lord, put forth thy might! O Lord, defend the right! Stout Skippen hath a wound; the centre hath given ground : Hark! hark! - What means this trampling of horsemen in the rear? 30 What banner do I see, boys? 'Tis he, thank God, 'tis he, boys, Bear up another minute; Brave Oliver is here. Their heads are stooping low, their pikes all in a row, Fast, fast, the gallants ride, in some safe nook to hide Ho! comrades, scour the plain, and, ere ye strip the slain, 35 40 Then shake from sleeves and pockets their broad-pieces and lockets, The tokens of the wanton, the plunder of the poor. Fools! your doubtlets shone with gold, and your and bold, hearts were gay When you kiss'd your lily hands to your lemans to-day; 45 And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks, Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey. Where be your tongues, that late mocked at heaven, and hell, and fate, 50 And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades, Down, down, for ever down with the mitre and the crown, And she of the seven hills shall mourn her children's ills, 60 JOHN HENRY NEWMAN 1801-1890 LEAD KINDLY LIGHT LEAD kindly light, amid th' encircling gloom, The night is dark, and I am far from home; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 5 I loved to choose and see my path; but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years! So long Thy Power hath blessed me, sure it still O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. ΙΟ 15 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING 1806-1861 SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE XXII WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong, 5 Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire Let us stay Rather on earth, Belovèd, — where the unfit, Contrarious moods of men recoil away And isolate pure spirits, and permit With darkness and the death-hour rounding it. |