Lingering and wandering on as loth to die;
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty !
There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee
Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven: Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee.
Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be
That Mountain floods should thunder as before, And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful Voice be heard by thee!
ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC
ONCE did She hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea.
And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid
When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away.
TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE
TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now
Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ;
O miserable Chieftain! where and when
Wilt thou find patience? Yet die not; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow:
Though fallen thyself, never to rise again,
Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
WRITTEN IN LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1802
O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think that now our life is only drest
For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,
groom !-We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more :
The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
MILTON! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, with pomp of waters, unwithstood,'
Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good
Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake; the faith and morals hold. Which Milton held.-In every thing we are sprung Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.
WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
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