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STROPHE a i
Prophesyings which grew articulate - Freedom and thee? thy shield is as a They seize me- I must speak them—be mirror they fate!
To make their blind slaves see, and with
To turn his hungry sword upon the Naples! thou Heart of men which ever
A new Actæon's error Naked, beneath the lidless eye of Shall theirs have been--devoured by heaven!
their own hounds Elysian City which to calm enchantest Be thou like the imperial Basilisk The mutinous air and sea: they round Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds! thee, even
Gaze on oppression, till at that dread As sleep round Love, are driven !
risk Metropolis of a ruined Paradise
Aghast she pass from the Earth's disk: Long lost, late won, and yet but half Fear not, but gaze—for freemen mightier regained !
grow, Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice, And slaves more feeble, gazing on their Which armèd Victory offers up un
If Hope and Truth and Justice may To Love, the flower-enchained !
avail, Thou which wert once, and then didst Thou shalt be great-All hail !
cease to be, Now art, and henceforth ever shalt be,
ANTISTROPHE B 2 free, If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can
From Freedom's form divine, avail,
From Nature's inmost shrine, Hail, hail, all hail !
Strip every impious gawd, rend Error
veil by veil: STROPHE B 2
O'er Ruin desolate,
O'er Falsehood's fallen state, Thou youngest giant birth
Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Which from the groaning earth
Destroyer pale! Leap'st, clothed in armour of impene.
And equal laws be thine,
And winged words let sail,
Freighted with truth even from the
throne of God: gressors Pleadest before God's love! Arrayed in
That wealth, surviving fate,
Be thine.-All hail !
ANTISTROPHE ay Though from their hundred gates the Didst thou not start to hear Spain's leagued Oppressors,
thrilling paan With hurried legions move! From land to land re-echoed solemnly, Hail, hail, all hail!
Till silence became music? From the
To the cold Alps, eternal Italy What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare Starts to hear thine! The Sea blaspheme
1 Ææa, the island of Circe.
Which paves the desert streets of Venice The serene Heaven which wraps our laughs
The Anarchs of the North lead forth By moonlight spells ancestral epitaphs,
their legions Murmuring, where is Doria ? fair Like Chaos o'er creation, uncreating; Milan,
An hundred tribes nourished on strange Within whose veins long ran
religions The viper'sl palsying venom, lifts her And lawless slaveries,- down the aërial heel
regions To bruise his head. The signal and Of the white Alps, desolating, the seal
Famished wolves that bide (If Hope and Truth and Justice can
Blotting the glowing footsteps of old Art Thou of all these hopes. -O hail!
Their dull and savage lust
On Beauty's corse to sickness sati-
atingOf cities fairest one,
They come! The fields they tread look Blushes within her bower for Freedom's
black and hoary expectation:
With fire- from their red feet the streams From eyes of quenchless hope
Great Spirit, deepest Love !
Which rulest and dost move For the high prize lost on Philippi's All things which live and are, within the shore :
Italian shore; As then Hope, Truth, and Justice did
Who spreadest heaven around it, avail,
Whose woods, rocks, waves, surSo now may Fraud and Wrong! O
round it; hail !
Who sittest in thy star, o'er Ocean's
western floor, EPODE I B
Spirit of beauty! at whose soft command Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born The sunbeams and the showers distil Forms
its foison Arrayed against the ever-living Gods ? From the Earth's bosom chill; The crash and darkness of a thousand O bid those beams be each a blinding storms
brand Bursting their inaccessible abodes Of lightning ! bid those showers be Of crags and thunder-clouds ?
dews of poison ! See ye the banners blazoned to the day; Bid the Earth's plenty kill! Inwrought with emblems of barbaric Bid thy bright Heaven above, pride ?
Whilst light and darkness bound it, Dissonant threats kill Silence far away,
Be their tomb who planned
To make it ours and thine! 1 The viper was the armorial device of the Visconti, tyrants of Milan.
Or, with thine harmonising ardours fill
And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone Ye, follow the bier horizon
Of the dead cold year, Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with And make her grave green with tear on fire
tear. Be man's high hope and unextinct desire, The instrument to work thy will divine !
THE WANING MOON Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leopards,
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, And frowns and fears from Thee, Who totters forth, wrapt in a gauzy veil,
Would not more swiftly flee Out of her chamber, led by the insane Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian And feeble wanderings of her fading shepherds.
brain, Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine The moon arose up in the murky east, Thou yieldest or withholdest, Oh, A white and shapeless mass.
let be This city of thy worship ever free!
TO THE MOON
AUTUMN: A DIRGE
Art thou pale for weariness
Among the stars that have a different The bare boughs are sighing, the pale birth,flowers are dying,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye And the year
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Thou chosen sister of the spirit,
That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...
Of the dead cold year,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Death has set his mark and seal
On all we are and all we feel, The blithe swallows are flown, and the On all we know and all we fear, lizards each gone
To his dwelling;
Our hopes, and then our fears—and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
From city to hamlet thy dawning is Dust claims dust-and we die too.
cast, And tyrants and slaves are like shadows
of night All things that we love and cherish,
In the van of the morning light. Like ourselves must fade and perish, Such is our rude mortal lot
SUMMER AND WINTER Love itself would, did they not.
It was a bright and cheersul afternoon, LIBERTY
Towards the end of the sunny month of
When the north wind congregates in The fiery mountains answer each other;
crowds Their thunderings are echoed from The floating mountains of the silver zone to zone;
clouds The tempestuous oceans awake one
From the horizon- and the stainless sky another,
Opens beyond them like eternity. And the ice-rocks are shaken round All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the Winter's throne,
weeds, When the clarion of the Typhoon The river, and the corn-fields, and the is blown.
The willow leaves that glanced in the From a single cloud the lightning flashes, and the firm foliage of the larger trees.
light breeze, Whilst a thousand isles are illumined around,
It was a winter such as when birds die Earthquake is trampling one city toashes, In the deep forests; and the fishes lie An hundred are shuddering and totter- Stiffened in the translucent ice, which ing; the sound
makes Is bellowing underground.
Even the mud and slime of the warm
A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and But keener thy gaze than the lightning's when, glare,
Among their children, comfortable men And swifter thy step than the earth-Gather about great fires, and yet feel quake's tramp;
cold : Thou deafenest the rage of the ocean; Alas then for the homeless beggar old !
thy stare Makes blind the volcanoes; the sun's
THE TOWER OF FAMINE bright lamp To thine is a fen-fire damp. Amid the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle, and is now the
grave From billow and mountain and exhala- of an extinguished people ; so that pity
tion The sunlight is darted through vapour Weeps o'er the shipwrecks of oblivion's and blast;
wave, From spirit to spirit, from nation to There stands the Tower of Famine. It nation,
Upon some prison homes, whose dwellers
And many pass it by with careless For bread, and gold, and blood : pain,
tread, linked to guilt,
Not knowing that a shadowy Agitates the light flame of their hours,
Tracks every traveller even to where the Until its vital oil is spent or spilt :
Wait peacefully for their companion There stands the pile, a tower amid the
new ; towers
But others, by more curious humour led And sacred domes; each marble-ribbed
Pause to examine,- these are very roof,
few, The brazen-gated temples, and the And they learn little there, except to bowers
That shadows follow them where'er they Of solitary wealth; the tempest-proof
go. Pavilions of the dark Italian air, Are by its presence dimmed—they stand THE WORLD'S WANDERERS
And are withdrawn -So that the world
Tell me, thou star, whose wings of is bare,
light As if a spectre wrapt in shapeless terror
Speed thee in thy fiery flight, Amid a company of ladies fair
In what cavern of the night Should glide and glow, till it became a Will thy pinions close now?
mirror Of all their beauty, and their hair and hue,
Tell me, moon, thou pale and gray The life of their sweet eyes, with all its Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way, error,
In what depth of night or day Should be absorbed, till they to marble
Seekest thou repose now?
Weary wind, who wanderest
Like the world's rejected guest,
On the tree or billow ?
SONNET life Which we all tread, a cavern huge and Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye gaunt;
there, Around it rages an unceasing strife Ye restless thoughts and busy purposes Of shadows, like the restless clouds that of the idle brain, which the world's haunt
livery wear? The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted Oh thou quick heart which pantest to high
possess Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky. All that pale expectation feigneth fair !