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O England !-dearer far than life is dear, Wherever fruits are gathered, and where'er If I forget thy prowess, never more

The upturned soil receives the hopeful seedBe thy ungrateful son allowed to hear While the Sun rules, and cross the shades Thy green leaves rustle, or thy torrents

of nightroar!

The unwearied arrow hath pursued its But how can He be faithless to the past,

flight! Whose soul, intolerant of base decline, The eyes of good men thankfully give heed, Saw in thy virtue a celestial sign,

And in its sparkling progress read That bade him hope, and to his hope cleave How virtue triumphs, from her bondage fast!

freed! The nations strove with puissance; - at Tyrants exult to hear of kingdoms won,

length

And slaves are pleased to learn that mighty Wide Europe heaved, impatient to be cast,

feats are done; With all her living strength, Even the proud realın, from whose distracted With all her armed powers,

borders Upon the offensive shores. This messenger of good was launched in air, The trumpet blew a universal blast! France, conquered France, amid her wild But thou art foremost in the field ;—there

disorders, stand:

Feels, and hereafter shall the truth declare, Receive the triumph destined to thy Hand! That she too lacks not reason to rejoice, All States have glorified themselves ;—their And utter England's name with sadlyclaims

plausive voice. Are weighed by Providence, in balance even; And now, in preference to the mightiest names,

Preserve, O Lord! within our hearts To Thee the exterminating sword is given.

The memory of thy favour, Dread mark of approbation, justly gained !

That else insensibly departs,
Exalted office, worthily sustained !

And loses its sweet savour!
Lodge it within us !--As the power of light

Lives inexhaustibly in precious gems,
Imagination, ne'er before content, Fixed on the front of Eastern diadems,
But aye ascending, restless in her So shine our thankfulness for ever bright!
pride,

What offering, what transcendant monument
From all that man's performance could Shall our sincerity to Thee present ?
present,

-Not works of hands; but trophies that Stoops to that closing deed magni

may reach, ficent,

To higheat Heaven—the labour of the soul: And with the embrace is satisfied. That builds, as thy unerring precepts teach, --Fly ministers of Fame,

Upon the inward victories of each, Whate'er your means, whatever help ye Her hope of lasting glory for the whole.

claim,

-Yet might it well become that City now, Bear through the world these tidings of Into whose breast the tides of grandeur flow,

delight!

To whom all persecuted men retreat; Hours, Days and Months, have born them If a new temple lifts its votive brow

in the sight Upon the shore of silver Thames—to greet Of mortals, travelling faster than the shower, The peaceful guest advancing from afar? That landward stretches from the sea, Bright be the distant fabric, as a star The morning's splendors to devour;

Fresh risen-and beautiful within !- there But this appearance scattered extasy,

- meet And heart-sick Europe blessed the healing Dependance infinite, proportion just;

power.

A pile that grace approves, and time can The shock is given the Adversaries

trust. bleed

But if the valiant of this land Lo, Justice triumphs ! Earth is freed! In reverential modesty demand, Such glad assurance suddenly went forth- That all observance, due to them, be paid It pierced the caverns of the sluggish Where their serene progenitors are laid ;

North

Kings, warriors, high-souled poets, saintIt found no barrier on the ridge

like sages,
Of Andes-frozen golphs became its bridge-1 England's illustrious sons of long, long ages;
The vast Pacific gladdene with the freight- Be it not unordained that solemn rites,
Upon the Lakes of Asia 'tis bestowed Within the circuit of those Gothic walls,
The Arabian desert shapes a willing road Shall be performed at pregnant intervals;
Across her burning breast,

Commemoration holy that unites
For this refreshing incense from the West! The living generations with the dead;
Where snakes and lions breed,

By the deep soul-moving sense
Where towns and cities thick as stars appear, | of religious eloquence,

se.

By visual pomp, and by the tie For a brief moment, terrible;
of sweet and threatening harmony; But to thy sovereign penetration fair,
Soft notes, awful as the omen Before whom all things are, that were,
Of destructive tempests coming, All judgments that have been, or e'er shall be,
And escaping from that sadness Links in the chain of thy tranquillity!
Into elevated gladness;

Along the bosom of this favoured nation,
While the white-rob'd choir attendant, Breathe thou, this day, a vital undulation !
Under mouldering banners pendant, Let all who do this land inherit
Provoke all potent symphonies to raise Be conscious of Thy moving spirit!
Songs of victory and praise,

Oh, 'tis a goodly Ordinance,—the sight, For them who bravely stood unhurt-or bled Though sprung from bleeding war, is one With medicable wounds or found their graves

of pure delight; Upon the battle-field - or under Ocean's Bless thou the hour, or ere the hour arrive,

waves;

When a whole people shall kneel down in Or were conducted home in single state,

prayer, And long procession-there to lie,

And, at one moment, in one spirit, strive Where their sons sons, and all posterity, With lip and heart to tell their gratitude Unheard by them, their deeds shall celebrate! For thy protecting care,

Their solemn joy-praising the Eternal Lord

For tyranny subdued, Nor will the God of peace and love

And for the sway of equity renewed, Such martial service disapprove.

For liberty confirmed, and peace restored ! He guides the Pestilence-the cloud Of locusts travels on his breath; The region that in hope was ploughed

But hark—the summons !-down the placid

Lake His drought consumes, his mildew taints

Floats the soft cadence of the Church-towerwith death;

bells; He springs the hushed Volcano's mine,

Bright shines the Sun, as if his beams might He puts the Earthquake on her still design,

wake Darkens the sun, hath bade the forest sink,

The tender insects sleeping in their cells; And, drinking towns and cities, still can drink

Bright shines the Sun – and not a breeze Cities and towns -- 'tis Thou - the work is

to shake Thine! -The fierce Tornado sleeps within thy

The drops that point the melting icicles :

10! enter now his temple-gate!
courts-
He hears the word-he flies-

Inviting words-perchance already flung,

(As the crowd press devoutly down the aisle And navies perish in their ports;

or some old minster's venerable pile) For Thou art angry with thine enemics!

From voices into zealous passion stung,
For these, and for our errors,
And sins that point their terrors,

While the tubed engine feels the inspiring

blast, We bow our heads before Thee, and we land

| And has begun-its clouds of sound to cast laud

Towards the empyreal Heaven, And magnify Thy name, Almighty God!

As if the fretted roof were riven. But thy most dreaded instrument,

Us, humbler ceremonies now await; In working out a pure intent,

| But in the bosom, with devont respect, Is Man-arrayed for mutnal slaughter,

| The banner of our joy we will erect, Yea, Carnage is thy daughter! Thou cloth'st the wicked in their dazzling

And strength of love our souls shall elevate:

For to a few collected in his name mail,

Their heavenly Father will incline his car, And by thy just permission they prevail;

Hallowing himself the service which they Thine arm froin peril guards the coasts

frame;Of them who in thy laws delight:

Awake! the majesty of God revere! Thy presence turns the scale of doubtful

Go—and with foreheads meekly bowed

fight, Tremendous God of battles, Lord of Hosts!

Present your prayers -- go — and rejoice

aloudThe Holy One will hear!

And what 'mid silence deep, with faith sinTo THER-To Thes

cere, On this appointed Day all thanks ascend, Ye, in your low and undisturbed estate, That thou hast brought our warfare to an Shall simply feel and purely meditate

Of warnings—from the unprecedented might, And that we need no further victory! Which, in our time, the impions have disHa! what a ghastly sight for man to see ;

closed; And to the heavenly saints in peace who And of more arduous duties thence imposed

dwell,

| Upon the future advocates of right;

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Of mysteries revealed,

Infirmly grasped within a palsled hand. And judgments unrepealed,

These emblems suit the helpless and forlorn; Of earthly revolution,

But mighty Winter the device shall scorn. And final retribution

For he it was-dread Winter who beset To his omniscience will appear

Flinging round van and rear his ghastly net, An offering not unworthy to find place, That host, — when from the regions of the On this high DAY OF THANKS, before the

Pole
Throne of Grace! They shrunk, insane ambition's barren goal,

That host-as huge and strong as e'er defied
Their God, and placed their trust in human

pride!

As Fathers persecute rebellious sons,
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He smote the blossoms of their warrior youth;

He called on Frost's inexorable tooth
WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.

Life to consume in manhood's firmest hold;

Nor spared the reverend blood that feebly I HEARD a thousand blended notes,

runs,While in a grove I sate reclined,

For why, unless for liberty enrolled In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts And sacred home, ah! why should hoary Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

age be bold ?

Fleet the Tartar's reinless steed, To her fair works did Nature link

But fleeter far the pinions of the Wind, The human soul that through me ran; Which from Siberian caves the monarch And much it grieved my heart to think

freed, What man has made of man.

And sent him forth, with squadrons of his

kind, Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, And bade the Snow their ample backs The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

bestride, And 'tis my faith that every flower And to the battle ride ;Enjoys the air it breathes.

No pitying voice commands a halt

No courage can repel the dire assanlt,The birds around me hopped and played : Distracted, spiritless, benumbed and blind, Their thoughts I cannot measure :

Whole legions sink- and, in one instant, find But the least motion which they made, Burial and death: look for them--and descry, It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

When morn returns, beneath the clear blue

sky, The budding twigs spread out their fan, A boundless waste, a trackless vacancy, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.

If I these thoughts may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

ELEGIAC STANZAS,

SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE-CASTLE:
IN A STORM, PAINTED BY SIR GEORGE

BEAUMONT.

I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! COMPOSED

Four summer-weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:

I saw thee every day; and all the while IN RECOLLECTION OF THE EXPEDITION OF THE | Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.

FRENCH INTO RUSSIA.

HUMANITY, delighting to behold

So pure the sky, so qniet was the air! A fond reflexion of her own decay,

So like, so very like, was day to day! Hath painted Winter like a shrunken, old, Whene'er I look'd, thy Image still was there; And close-wrapt Traveller - through the It trembled, but it never pass'd away.

weary dayPropped on a staff, and limping o'er the

plain,

How perfect was the calm! it seem'd no As though his weakness were disturbed by

sleep; pain;

No mood, which season takes away, or Or, if a juster fancy should allow

brings: An undisputed symbol of command, I could bave fancied that the mighty Deep The chosen sceptre is a withered bough, I Was even the gentlest of all gentle Things

Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,

hand,

And frequent sights of what is to be born! To express what then I saw; and add the Such sights, or worse, as are before me gleam,

here.The light that never was, on sea or land, Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. The consecration, and the Poet's dream;

I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Amid a world how different from this!
Beside a sea that could not cease to smile;

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On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss :

composed at GRASMERE, during a walk, one oven

ing, after a stormy day, the Author having just Thou shouldst have seem'd a treasure-house, read in a newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. a mine

Fox was hourly expected. of peaceful years; a chronicle of heaven:Of all the sunbeams that did ever shine

Loup is the Vale! the Voice is up The very swectest had to thee been given.

With which she speaks when storms are

gone,

A mighty Unison of streams !
A Picture had it been of lasting case,

Of all her Voices, One.
Elysian quiet, without toil or strife;
No motion but the moving tide, a breeze,
Or merely silent Nature's breathing life. Loud is the Vale ;- this inland Depth

In peace is roaring like the Sea;
Such, in the fond illusion of my heart,

Yon Star upon the mountain-top

Is listening quietly. Such Picture would I at that time have

made : And seen the soul of truth in every part; Sad was I, ev'n to pain depress’d, A faith, a trust, that could not be betray'd. Importunate and heavy load!

The Comforter hath found mc bere,
So once it would have been,-'tis so no more ;

no more: Upon this lonely road;
I have submitted to a new control :
A power is gone, which nothing can restore ; | And many thousands now are sad,
A deep distress hath humaniz'd my Soul. Wait the fulfilment of their fear ;

For He must die who is their Stay,
Not for a moment could I now behold | Their Glory disappear.
A siniling sea and be what I have been :
The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old;

A Power is passing from the earth
This, which I know, I speak with mind

To breathless Nature's dark abyss; serene.

But when the Mighty pass away

What is it more than this : Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would bave

been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, | That Man, who is from God sent forth, This work of thine I blame not, but com- Doth yet again to God return

mend;

Such ebb and flow must ever be, This sea in anger, and that dismal shore. Then wherefore should we mourn?

Oh 'tis a passionate work!- yet wise and

well; Well chosen is the spirit that is here; That hulk which labours in the deadly swell, 1

ADDRESSED TO ,
Tbis rueful sky, this pageantry of fear!

ON THE LONGEST DAY.
And this huge Castle, standing here sublime,
I love to see the look with which it braves. LET ns quit the leafy arbour,
Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time. And the torrent murmuring by;
The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling Sol has dropped into his harbour,

waves.

Weary of the open sky.

Farewell, farewell the Heart that lives alone, Evening now unbinds the fetters
Hous'd in a dreain, at distance from the Kind! Fashioned by the glowing light;
Such happiness, wherever it be known, All that breathe are thankful debtors
Is to be pitied; for 'tis surely blind.

To the harbinger of night.

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And, while shades to shades bucceeding
Steal the landscape from the sight,
I would urge this moral pleading,

LAMENT OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS, Last forerunner of “Good night!”

ON THE EVE OF A NEW YEAR.
SUMMER ebbe ;- each day that follows
Is a reflux from on high,

SMILE of the Moon !—for so I name
Tending to the darksome hollows

That silent greeting from above; Where the frosts of winter lie.

A gentle flash of light that came

From Her whom drooping captives love; He who governs the creation,

Or art thou of still higher birth ? In his providence assigned

Thou that didst part the clouds of earth, Such a gradual declination

My torpor to reprove! To the life of humankind.

Bright boon of pitying Heaven-alas, Yet we mark it not;-fruits redden,

I may not trust thy placid cheer!

Pondering that Time to-night will pass Fresh flowers blow as flowers have blown

The threshold of another year;
And the heart is loth to deaden
Hopes that she so long hath known.

For years to me are sad and dull;

My very moments are too full Be thou wiser, youthful Maiden!

of hopelessness and fear. And, when thy decline shall come,

And yet, the soul-awakening gleam, Let not flowers, or boughs fruit-laden,

That struck perchance the farthest cone Hide the knowledge of thy doom.

Of Scotland's rocky wilds, did seem

To visit me, and me alone; Now, even now, ere wrapped in slumber,

Me, unapproach'd by any friend, Fix thine eyes upon the sea

Save those who to my sorrows lend That absorbs time, space, and number,

Tears due unto their own. Look towards Eternity!

To-night, the church-tower-bells sball ring, Follow thou the flowing River

Through these wide realms, a festive peal; On whose breast are thither borne

To the new year a welcoming ; All Deceiv'd, and each Deceiver,

A tuneful offering for the weal Through the gates of night and morn;

of happy millions lulled in sleep;

While I am forced to watch and weep,
Through the years' successive portals ;

By wounds that may not heal.
Through the bounds which many a star
Marks, not mindless of frail mortals

Born all too high, by wedlock raised
When his light returns from far.

Still higher-to be cast thus low:

Would that mine eyes had never gaz'd
Thus, when Thou with Time hast travellid On aught of more ambitious show
Tow'rds the mighty gulph of things, Than the sweet flow 'rets of the fields !
And the mazy Stream unravellid

-It is my royal state that yields With thy best imaginings;

| This bitterness of woe.

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