That an accursed thing it is to gaze On prosperous tyrants with a dazzled eye; Nor-touched with due abhorrence of their guilt
For whose dire ends tears flow, and blood is spilt,
And justice labors in extremity-- Forget thy weakness, upon which is built, O wretched man, the throne of tyranny!
THE FRENCH ARMY IN RUSSIA
HUMANITY, delighting to behold A fond reflection of her own decay, Hath painted Winter like a traveller old, Propped on a staff, and, through the sullen day,
In hooded mantle, limping o'er the plain, As though his weakness were disturbed by pain;
Or, if a juster fancy should allow An undisputed symbol of command, The chosen sceptre is a withered bough, Infirmly grasped within a palsied hand. These emblem suit the helpless and forlorn, But mighty Winter the device shall scorn. For he it was dread Winter! who beset, Flinging round van and rear his ghastly net, That host, when from the regions of the Pole 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,
He smote the blossoms of their warrior youth;
He called on Frost's inexorable tooth Life to consume in Manhood's firmest hold; Nor spared the reverend blood that feebly
THE GERMANS ON THE HEIGHTS OF HOCK HEIM.
ABRUPTLY paused the strife;- the field throughout
Resting upon his arms each warrior stood, Checked in the very act and deed of blood, With breath suspended, like a listening scout.
O Silence! thou wert mother of a shout
That through the texture of yon azure dome Cleaves its glad way, a cry of harvest home Uttered to Heaven in ecstacy devout! The barrier Rhine hath flashed, through battle-smoke,
On men who gaze heart-smitten by the view, As if all Germany had felt the shock! -Fly, wretched Gauls! ere they the charge
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flow Of states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe, Insensible. He sits deprived of sight, And lamentably wrapt in twofold night, Whom no weak hopes deceived: whose mind ensued,
Through perilous war, with regal fortitude, Peace that should claim respect from the lawless Might.
Dread King of Kings, vouchsafe a ray divine To his forlorn condition! let thy grace Upon his inner soul in mercy shine; Permit his heart to kindle, and to embrace (Though it were only for a moment's space) The triumphs of this hour; for they are THINE!
WHEN the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch
On the tired household of corporeal sense, And Fancy, keeping unreluctant watch, Was free her choicest favors to dispense: I saw, in wondrous pérspective displayed, A landscape more august than happiest skill Of pencil ever clothed with light and shade; An intermingled pomp of vale and hill, City, and naval stream, suburban grove, Nor wanted lurking hamlet, dusky towns, And stately forest where the wild deer rove; And scattered rural farms of aspect bright; And, here and there, between the pastoral downs,
The azure sea upswelled upon the sight. Fair prospect, such as Britain only shows! But not a living creature could be seen Through its wide circuit, that in deep repose, And, even to sadness, lonely and serene, Lay hushed; till-through a portal in the sky Brighter than brightest loop-hole, in a storm, Opening before the sun's triumphant eye- Issued, to sudden view, a glorious Form! Earthward it glided with a swift descent: Saint George himself this Visitant must be; And, ere a thought could ask on what intent He sought the regions of humanity, A thrilling voice was heard, that vivified City and field and flood ;-aloud it cried—
"Though from my celestial home, Like a Champion, armed I come; On my helm the dragon crest, And the red cross on my breast; I, the Guardian of this Land, Speak not now of toilsome duty; Well obeyed was that command- Whence bright days of festive beauty; Haste, Virgins, haste!-the flowers which summer gave
Have perished in the field:
But the green thickets plenteously shall yield Fit garlands for the brave,
That will be welcome, if by you entwined; Haste, Virgins, haste; and you, ye Matrons
Those palms and amaranthine wreaths Unto their martyred Countrymen decreed, In realms where everlasting freshness breathes!"
And lo! with crimson banners proudly streaming,
And upright weapons innocently gleaming, Along the surface of a spacious plain Advance in order the redoubted Bands, And there receive green chaplets from the
Of a fair female train
Maids and Matrons, dight
In robes of dazzling white:
(Albeit of effect profound)
It was and it is gone! Victorious England! bid the silent Art Reflect, in glowing hues that shall not fade, Those high achievements, even as she With second life the deed of Marathon arrayed
Upon Athenian walls;
So may she labor for thy civic halls: And be the guardian spaces Of consecrated places
As nobly graced by Sculpture's patient toil; And let imperishable Columns rise Fixed in the depths of this courageous soil; Expressive signals of a glorious strife, And competent to shed a spark divine
While from the crowd bursts forth a rap- Into the torpid breast of daily life;—
Records on which, for pleasure of all eyes, The morning sun may shine With gratulation thoroughly benign!
And the whole world, not envious but ad- Hence hath your prowess quelled that im
DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould Uprisen-to lodge among ancestral kings; And to inflict shame's salutary stings On the remorseless hearts of men grown old In a blind worship; men perversely bold Even to this hour,-yet, some shall now forsake
Their monstrous Idol if the dead e'er spake, To warn the living; if truth were ever told By aught redeemed out of the hollow grave: O murdered Prince! meek, loyal, pious, brave!
The power of retribution once was given : But 'tis a rueful thought that willow bands So often tie the thunder-wielding hands Of Justice sent to earth from highest Heaven!
pious crew. Heroes -for instant sacrifice prepared; Yet filled with ardor and on triumph bent 'Mid direst shocks of mortal accidentTo you who fell, and you whom slaughter spared
To guard the fallen, and consummate the event,
Your country rears this sacred Monument!
SIEGE OF VIENNA RAISED BY JOHN
O, FOR a kindling touch from that pure flame
Which ministered, erewhile, to a sacrifice Of gratitude, beneath Italian skies, In words like these, "Up, Voice of song! proclaim
Thy saintly rapture with celestial aim: For lo! the Imperial City stands released From bondage threatened by the embattled East,
And Christendom respires; from guilt and shame
Redeemed, from miserable fear set free By one day's feat, one mighty victory.
Chant the Deliverer's praise in every tongue!
The cross shall spread, the crescent hath waxed dim;
He conquering, as in joyful Heaven is sung, HE CONQUERING THROUGH GOD, AND GOD BY HIM.'
IMAGINATION-ne'er before content, But aye ascending, restless in her pride From all that martial feats could yield To her desires, or to her hopes present- Stooped to the victory, on that Belgic field, Achieved this closing deed magnificent,
And with the embrace was satisfied. -Fly, ministers of fame, With every help that ye from earth and heaven may claim!
Bear through the world these tidings of delight!
-Hours, Days, and Months, have borne them in the sight
Of mortals, hurrying like a sudden shower That land-ward stretches from the sea,
"From all this world's encumbrance did himself assoil."
O genuine glory, pure renown!
And well might it beseem that mighty Town Into whose bosom earth's best treasures flow,
To whom all persecuted men retreat; If a new Temple lift her votive brow High on the shore of silver Thames-to greet
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