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TO IRELAND

II

BEAR witness, Erin! when thine injured | He drew on a boot to hide his hoof,
He drew on a glove to hide his claw,

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And flitted round Castlereagh, When they snatched the Patriot's heart, that his grasp

VIII

A Priest, at whose elbow the Devil Had torn from its widow's maniac clasp, during prayer, And fled at the dawn of day.

XIII

Fat-as the reptiles of the tomb,

That riot in corruption's spoil, That fret their little hour in gloom, And creep, and live the while.

XIV

Fat as that Prince's maudlin brain,
Which addled by some gilded toy,
Tired, gives his sweetmeat, and again
Cries for it, like a humoured boy.

XV

For he is fat, his waistcoat gay,
When strained upon a levee day,
Scarce meets across his princely
paunch,

And pantaloons are like half moons
Upon each brawny haunch.

XVII

The Devil, (who sometimes is called nature,)

For men of power provides thus well, Whilst every change and every feature, Their great original can tell.

XVIII

Satan saw a lawyer, a viper slay,

That crawled up the leg of his table,
It reminded him most marvellously,
Of the story of Cain and Abel.

XIX

The wealthy yeoman, as he wanders,
His fertile fields among,
And on his thriving cattle ponders,
Counts his sure gains, and hums a
song;

Thus did the Devil, thro' earth walking,
Hum low a hellish song.

XX

For they thrive well, whose garb of gore,
Is Satan's choicest livery,

And they thrive well, who from the
poor,

XVI

XXIII

How vast his stock of calf! when plenty Oh! why is the Father of Hell in such
Had filled his empty head and heart,
Enough to satiate foplings twenty,

Could make his pantaloon seams

start.

Have snatched the bread of penury, And heap the houseless wanderer's store, On the rank pile of luxury.

XXI

The Bishops thrive, tho' they are big,
The Lawyers thrive, tho' they are thin;
For every gown, and every wig,

Hides the safe thrift of Hell within.

XXII

Thus pigs were never counted clean,
Altho' they dine on finest corn;
And cormorants are sin-like lean,
Altho' they eat from night to morn.

glee,

As he grins from ear to ear?
Why does he doff his clothes joyfully,
As he skips, and prances, and flaps
his wing,

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APPENDIX

UGOLINO

From Dante's Inferno, Canto xxxiii. 11. 22-75.

Translated by Medwin, with aid from Shelley.

Shelley's contributions are printed in Roman type, Medwin's portion in italics.

Now had the loophole of that dungeon still Which bears the name of Famine's Tower from me,

And where 'tis fit that many another will Be doomed to linger in captivity, Shown through its narrow opening in my cell,

Moon after moon slow waning, when a sleep

That of the future burst the veil, in

dream, Visited me. It was a slumber deep And evil; for I saw-or I did seem To see that tyrant lord his revels keep, The leader of the cruel hunt to them, Chasing the wolf and wolf-cubs up the steep

Ascent that from the Pisan is the screen Of Lucca. With him Gualandi came, Sismondi, and Lanfranchi, bloodhounds lean,

Trained to the sport and eager for the game,

Wide ranging in his front. But soon

were seen,

Though by so short a course, with spirits tame

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