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He through the portal takes his silent way, He looks on festal ground with fruits be-
And flowers are on his
thrown She perished : and, as for a wilful crime,
In boundless prodigality : By the just Gods whom no weak pity moved,
Nor doth the general voice abstain from prayer, Was doomed to wear out her appointed time,
Invoking Dion's tutelary care, Apart from happy Ghosts, that gather flowers As if a very Deity he were ! of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.
III. -Yet tears to human suffering are due ; Mourn, hills and groves of Attica! and mourn And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Ilissus, bending o'er thy classic urn! Are mourned by man, and not by man alone, Mourn, and lament for him whose spirit dreads As fondly he believes.-Upon the side
Your once sweet memory, studious walks and Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)
shades! A knot of spiry trees for ages grew
For him who to divinity aspired,
sacred laws That Ilium's walls were subject to their view, Framed in the schools where Wisdom dweit The trees' tall summits withered at the sight: retired, A constant interchange of growth and blight!* Intent to trace the ideal path of right 1814.
(More fair than heaven's broad causeway paved
Which Dion learned to measure with sublime XXXII.
But He hath overleaped the eternal bars : (SEE PLUTARCH).
And, following guides whose craft holds no
With aught that breathes the ethereal element, SERENE, and fitted to embrace,
Hath stained the robes of civil power with blood, Where'er he turned, a swan-lıke grace
Unjustly shed, though for the public good. Of haughtiness without pretence,
Whence doubts that came too late, and wishes And to unfold a still magnificence,
vain, Was princely Dion, in the power
Hollow excuses, and triumphant pain; And beauty of his happier hour.
And oft his cogitations sink as low And what pure homage then did wait
As, through the abysses of a joyless heart, On Dion's virtues ! while the lunar beam The heaviest plummet of despair can goOf Plato's genius, from its lofty sphere,
But whence that sudden check? that fearful Fell round him in the grove of Academe,
start! Softening their inbred dignity austere
He hears an uncouth soundThat he, not too elate
Anon his lifted eyes With self-sufficing solitude,
Saw, at a long-drawn gallery's dusky bound, But with majestic lowliness endued,
A Shape of more than mo size Might in the universal bosom reign,
And hideous aspect, stalking round and round And from affectionate observance gain
A woman's garb the Phantom wore, Help, under every change of adverse fate.
And fiercely swept the marble floor,-
Like Auster whirling to and fro, Five thousand warriors- the rapturous day!
His force on Caspian foam to try :
Or Boreas when he scours the snow Each crowned with flowers, and armed with
That skins the plains of Thessaly,
Or when aloft on Mænalus he stops
Sweeping-vehemently sweepingPure transport undisturbed by doubt or fear No pause admitted, no design avowed ! The gazers feel ; and, rushing to the plain,
"Avaunt, inexplicable Guest!-avaunt," Salute those strangers as a holy train
Exclaimed the Chieftain-"let me rather see Or blest procession (to the Immortals dear)
The coronal that coiling vipers make : That brought their precious liberty again.
The torch that flames with many a lurid flake, Lo! when the gates are entered, on each hand, And the long train of doleful pageantry Down the long street, rich goblets filled with which they behold whom vengeful Furies wine
haunt : In seemly order stand,
Who, while they struggle from the scourge to On tables set, as if for rites divine
flec, And, as the great Deliverer marches by, Move where the blasted soil is not unworn,
And, in their anguish, bear what other minds * For the account of these long-lived trees, have borne!' see Pliny's Natural History, lib. xvi. cap. 44 : and for the features in the character of Pro But Shapes that come not at an earthly call tesilaus see the Iphigenia in Aulis of Euripides. Will not depart when mortal voices bid ;
Lords of the visionary eye whose lid,
Imprisoned 'mid the formal props
To feed the insatiate Prodigal !
Lawns, houses, chattels, groves and fields, The spots that to my soul adhere;
All that the fertile valley shields ; But should she labour night and day,
Wages of folly-baits of crime, They will not, cannot disappear;
Of life's uneasy game the stake, Whence angry perturbations, and that look Playthings that keep the eyes awake Which no Philosophy can brook!
Of drowsy, dotard s'ime ;
O care! O guilt !-O vales and plains,
Here, 'mid his own unvexed domains,
At once all memory of You,-
Mists that distort and magnify;
While the coarse rushes, to the sweeping Of monstrous crime !- that horror-striking
Sigh forth their ancient melodies !
List to those shriller notes !-that march And sylvan places heaved a pensive sigh : Perchance was on the blast, But in calm peace the appointed Victim slept, When, through this Height's inverted arch, As he had fallen in magnanimity ;
Rome's earliest legion passed! Of spirit too capacious to require
- They saw, adventurously impelled, Thai Destiny her course should change ; too
And older eyes than theirs beheld, just
This block-and yon, whose church-like frame To his own native greatness to desire
Gives to this savage Pass its name. l'hat wretched boon, days lengthened by mis
Aspiring Road ! that lov'st to hide trust.
Thy daring in a vapoury bourn, So were the hopeless troubles, that involved Not seldom may the hour return The soul of Dion, instantly dissolved.
When thou shalt be my guide : Released from life and cares of princely state,
And I (as all men may find cause, He left this moral grafted on his Fate ;
When life is at a weary pause, “Him only pleasure leads, and peace attends, And they have panted up the hill Him, only him, the shield of Jove defends, Of duty with reluctant will) Whose means are fair and spotless as his ends." Be thankful, even though tired and faint, 1316.
For the rich bounties of constraint:
THE PASS OF KIRKSTONE.
WITHIN the mind strong fancies work,
My Soul was grateful for delight
Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes!
By chasm or dizzy precipice :
And hast Thou not with triumph seen
How soaring Mortals glide between
For no unholy visitings, The various turns of Crusoe's fate)-
Among the monsters of the Deep; Ah, spare the exulting smile,
And all the sad and precious things And drop thy pointing finger bright
Which there in ghastly silence sleep? As the first flash of beacon light:
Or, adverse tides and currents headed,
In never-slackening voyagę go
Keep faith with Time on distant shores?
-Within our fearless reach are placed Among the starry courts of Jove,
The secrets of the burning Waste : And oft in splendour dost appear
Egyptian tombs unlock their dead, Embodied to poetic eyes,
Nile trembles at his fountain head: While traversing this nether sphere,
Thou speak'st--and lo ! the polar Seas Where Mortals call thee ENTERPRISE.
Unbosom their last mysteries. Daughter of Hope! her favourite Child,
- But oh! what transports, what sublime reward, Whom she to young Ambition bore,
Won from the world of mind, dost thou prepare When hunter's arrow first defiled
For philosophic Sage: or high-souled Bard The grove, and stained the turf with gore ;
Who, for thy service trained in lonely woods, Thee winged Fancy took, and nursed
Hath fed on pageants floating through the air, On broad Euphrates' palmy shore,
Or calentured in depth of limpid floods ; And where the mightier Waters burst
Nor grieves-tho' doom'd thro' silent night to
bear From caves of Indian mountains hoar! She wrapped thee in a panther's skin ;
The domination of his glorious themes, And Thou, thy favourite food to win,
Or struggle in the net-work of thy dreams! The flame-eyed eagle oft wouldst scare
111. From her rock-fortress in mid air,
If there be movements in the Patriot's soul, With infant shout; and often sweep,
From source still deeper, and of higher worth, Paired with the ostrich, o'er the plain ; 'Tis thine the quickening impulse to control, Or, tired with sport, wouldst sink asleep And in due season send the mandate forth; Upon the couchant lion's mane !
Thy call a prostrate nation can restore, With rolling years thy strength increased ; When but a single Mind resolves to crouch no And, far beyond thy native East,
more. To thee, by varying titles known
IV. As variously thy power was shown,
Dread Minister of wrath! Did incense-bearing altars rise,
Who to their destined punishment dost urge Which caught the blaze of sacrifice,
The Pharaohs of the earth, the men of hardened From suppliants panting for the skies !
Not unassisted by the flattering stars,
Thou strew'st temptation o'er the path
When they in pomp depart Mounting from glorious deed to deed
With trampling horses and refulgent cars – As thou from clime to clime didst lead ;
Soon to be swallowed by the briny surge ; Yet still, the bosom beating high,
Or cast, for lingering death, on unknown strands; And the hushed farewell of an eye
Or caught amid a whirl of desert sandsWhere no procrastinating gaze
An Army now, and now a living hill A last infirmity betrays,
That a brief while heaves with convulsive
throesProve that thy heaven-descended sway Shall ne'er submit to cold decay.
Then all is still ; By thy divinity impelled,
Or, to forget their madness and their woes, The Stripling seeks the tented field :
Wrapt in a winding-sheet of spotless snows! The aspiring Virgin kneels: and, pale With awe, receives the hallowed veil,
Back flows the willing current of my Song: A soft and tender Heroine
If to provoke such doom the Impious dare, Vowed to severer discipline :
Why should it daunt a blameless prayer? Inflamed by thee, the blooming Boy
- Bold Goddess' range our Youth among; Makes of the whistling shrouds a toy,
Nor let thy genuine impulse fail to beat And of the ocean's dismal breast
In hearts no longer young; A play-ground, -or a couch of rest;
Still may a veteran Few have pride 'Mid the blank world of snow and ice,
In thoughts whose sternness makes them sweet : Thou to his dangers dost enchain
In fixed resolves by Reason justified ; The Chamois-chaser awed in vain
That to their object cleave like sleet
Whitening a pine tree's northern side,
Of the untrodden lunar mountains ; When fields are naked far and wide,
Listen to their songs !-or halt, And withered leaves, from earth's cold breast
To Niphates' top invited, Up-caught in whirlwinds, nowhere can find rest.
Whither spiteful Satan steered ;
Or descend where the ark alighted, But, if such homage thou disdain
When the green earth re-appeared ; As doth with mellowing years agree,
For the power of hills is on thee, One rarely absent from thy train
As was witnessed through thine eye More humble favours may obtain
Then when old Helvellyn won thee For thy contented Votary.
To confess their majesty!
TO A YOUNG LADY,
LONG WALKS IN THE COUNTRY. choly,
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail! Pours forth in shady groves, shall plead for me ; - There is a nest in a green dale, And vernal mornings opening bright
A harbour and a hold; With views of undefined delight,
Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see And cheerful songs, and suns that shine
Thy own heart-stirring days, and be On busy days, with thankful nights, be mine. A light to young and old.
There, healthy as a shepherd boy, But thou, O Goddess ! in thy favourite Isle
And treading among flowers of joy (Freedom's impregnable redoubt,
Which at no season fade, The wide earth's store-house fenced about
Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, With breakers roaring to the gales
Shalt show us how divine a thing That stretch a thousand thousand sails)
A Woman may be made. Quicken the slothful, and exalt the vile !
Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, Thy impulse is the life of Fame;
Nor leave thee, when grey hairs are nigh, Glad Hope would almost cease to be
A melancholy slave ; If torn from thy society :
But an old age serene and bright, And Love, when worthiest of his name,
And lovely as a Lapland night, Is proud to walk the earth with Thee!
Shall lead thce to thy grave.
“Let me be allowed the aid of verse to de. Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazed
scribe the evolutions which these visitants From the watch-towers of Helvellyn;
sometimes perform, on a fine day, towards Awed, delighted, and amazed !
the close of winter."- Extract from the
Author's Book on the Lakes.
MARK how the feathered tenants of the flood, For blue Ether's arms, flung round thee,
With grace of motion that might scarcely seem Stilled the pantings of disinay.
Inferior to angelical, prolong.
Their curious pastime! shaping in mid air Lo the dwindled woods and meadows; (And sometimes with ambitious wing that soars What a vast abyss is there!
High as the level of the mountain-tops) Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows, A circuit ampler than the lake beneathAnd the glistenings--heavenly fair ! Their own domain : but ever, while intent And a record of commotion
On tracing and retracing that large round, Which a thousand ridges yield;
Their jubilant activity evolves Ridge, and gulf, and distant ocean Hundreds of curves and circlets, to and fro, Gleaming like a silver shield !
Upward and downward, progress intricate Maiden ! now take flight ;-inherit
Yet unperplexed, as if one spirit swayed
Their indefatigable flight. "Tis done
Ten times, or more, I fancied it had ceased ;
But lo! the vanished company again Sweep their length of snowy line;
Ascending: they approach-I hear their wings, Or survey their bright dominions
Faint, faint at first ; and then an eager sound, In the gorgeous colours drest
Past in a moment- and as faint again!
They tempt the sun to sport amid their plumes;
They tempt the water, or the gleaming ice, Thine are all the coral fountains
To show them a fair image: 'tis themselves, Warbling in each sparry vault
Their own fair forms, upon the glimmering plain,
Painted more soft and fair as they descend Was fashioned ; whether by the hand of Art, Almost to touch ;-then up again aloft, That eastern Sultan, amid flowers enwrought Up with a sally and a flash of speed,
On silken tissue, might diffuse his limbs As if they scorned both resting-place and rest! In languor ; or, by Nature, for repose 1812.
Of panting Wood-nymph, wearied with the
O Lady! fairer in thy Poet's sight
Than fairest spiritual creature of the groves,
name Derived from clouds and storms !) the amplest Blows keenly, it sends forth a creaking sound
This venerable Tree ; for, when the wind range Of unobstructed prospect may be seen
(Above the general roar of woods and crags) That British ground commands :-low dusky Distinctly heard from far-a doleful note!
As if(so Grecian shepherds would have deemed) tracts, Where Trent is nursed, far southward! Cam. The Hamadryad, pent within, bewailed brian hills
Some bitter wrong. Nor is it unbelieved, To the south-west, a multitudinous show ;
By ruder fancy, that a troubled ghost And, in a line of eye-sight linked with these,
Haunts the old trunk ; lamenting deedsof which The hoary peaks of Scotland that give birth
The flowery ground is conscious. But no wind To Tiviot's stream, to Annan, Tweed, and Not even a zephyr stirs ;-the obnoxious Tree
Sweeps now along this elevated ridge;
Is mute ; and, in his silence, would look down forth
O lovely Wanderer of the trackless hills,
On thy reclining form with more delight
Seem to participate, the while they view
Their own far-stretching arms and leafy heads And visibly engirding Mona's Isle
Vividly pictured in some glassy pool, That, as we left the plain, before our sight
That, for a brief space, checks the hurrying Stood like a lofty mount, uplifting slowly
stream! (Above the convex of the watery globe)
1819. Into clear view the cultured fields that streak Her habitable shores, but now appears
Show me the noblest Youth of present time, Do we behold the line of Erin's coast?
Whose trembling fancy would to love give birth: Land sometimes by the roving shepherd-swain Some God or Hero, from the Olympian clime (Like the bright confines of another world) Returned, to seek a Consort upon earth; Not doubtfully perceived. -- Look homeward Or, in no doubtful prospect, let me see now!
The brightest star of ages yet to be, In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene And I will mate and match him blissfully. The spectacle, how pure !-Of Nature's works, I will not fetch a Naiad from a flood In earth, and air, and earth-embracing sea, Pure as herself-(song lacks not mightier power) A revelation infinite it seems ;
Nor leaf-crowned Dryad from a pathless wood, Display august of man's inheritance,
Nor Sea-nymph glistening from her coral bower; of Britain's calm felicity and power.
Mere Mortals, bodied forth in vision still, 1813.
Shall with Mount Ida's triple lustre fill Black Comb stands at the southern extremity The chaster coverts of a British hill. of Cumberland.
" Appear !-obey my lyre's command !
Are Sisters in the bond of love;
Nor shall the tongue of envious pride
In you, which that fair progeny of Jove,
waving : To rocks, fields, woods. Nor doth our human A peerless Youth expectant at my side,
Breathless as they, with unabated craving Ask, for its pleasure, screen or canopy Looks to the earth, and to the vacant air; More ample than the time-dismantled Oak And, with a wandering eye that seems to chide, Spreads o'er this tuft of heath, which now,attired Asks of the clouds what occupants they hide : In the whole fulness of its bloom, affords But why solicit more than sight could bear, Couch beautiful as e'er for earthly use
By casting on a moment all we dare?