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but love lim. ile is one wliom many wrongs
The balm of resignation, and inspires Have sicken'd of the world. There was a time
Will heavenly hope. Even as a child delights When he would weep to hear of wickedness,
To visit day by day the favourite plant And wonder at the tale; when for the opprest
llis hand has sown, to mark iis gradual growth, He felt a brother's pity, to the oppressor
And watch all-anxious for the proinised lower ; A good man's honest anger.
His quick eye
Thus to the blessed spirit in innocence Petray'il each rising feeling, every thou;ht
pure affections like a little child, Leapt to his congue. When first among mankind Sweet will it be to lover o'er the friends lle iningled, by himself he judged of them,
Beloved; then sweetest, if, as Duty prompts, And loved and trusted them, to Wisdom deaf,
With earthly care we in their breasts have sown And took them to his bosom, FALSENOOD met
The seeds of Truth and Virtue, holy llowers, Her unsuspecting victim, fair of front,
Whose odour reaclieclı lieaven. And lovely as Apega's ' sculptured form,
When my sick leart Like that false image caught bis warm embrace, (Sick with hope long delay'd,' than which no care Aud gored bis open breast. The reptile race
Weigles on the spirit licavier,) from itself Clung round his bosom, and with viper folds
Sceks the best comfort, ofteu have I deemd Encircling, stung; the fool who foster'd them.
That thou didst witness every inmost thought, His mother was SIMPLICITY, his sire
SEWARD! my dear, dead friend! For not iu vain, BENEVOLENCE; in earlier days lie bore
O carly summond on thy leavenly course! llis father's name; the world who injured him
Wastlıy brief sojourn liere : me didst thou leave
With strengthen'd step to follow the right path..
The deep regret of nature, with belief,
O EDMUND! that thine eye's celestial key
say, that not in the inmost beaveo ye dwell, Pervades me now, marking with no mean joy Gazing will eye remote on all the ways
The movements of the leart that loved thee well!
Such feelings Nature prompis, and hence your rites, Links you, yourselves the Spirits of the Dead.
Do AESTIC Gods! arose.
Wien for his son No mortal eye may pierce the invisible world,
With ceaseless grief Syroplancs bewail'd,
Mourning luis açcleft childless, and his wealth
Still on the imaged marble of the dead
Dwelt, pampering sorrow. Thither from his wrath, By that best touchistone, from whose test Deceit A safe asylum, fled the offending slave, Shirinks like the Arch-fiend at Ithuriel's spcar,
And garlanded the statue, and implored And Sophistry's gay glittering bubb!c hursts,
llis young lost lord to save: Remembrance then As at the spousals of the Nereid's son,
Soften' the father, and he loved to see Wlien that false Florimel, 2 by her prototype
The votive wreuth renew'il, and the rich smoke Display'd iu rivalry, with all lier charms
Curl from the costly censer slow and sweet.
From Egypt coon the sorrow-soothing rites
Divulging spread; before your idol forins 2
By every liearth the blinded Payan koelt;
Pouring his prayers to these, and offering there
With human blood your sanctuary deliled :
Ile lilliest, wlio for Freedom lived and died, And fil the sufferer for the coming woe,
The friend of humankind. Thieu did your feasts Some strange presage the Spirit breathes, and fills Frequent recur and blameless; and when came The breast with ominous fear, and disciplines
The solemn festival, 3 whose happiest rites For sorrow, pours into the aftlicted heart
Emblem EQUALITY, the holiest truth!
Crown'd with gay garlands were your statues seen, One of the ways and means of the tyrant Nabis. If one of his To you the fragrant censer smoked, to you subjects refused to lend him money, hs commanded bim to em
The rich libution flowd: vain sacrifice ! brace his Apego; the statue of a beautiful Woman so furiod as to clasp the victim to her breast, in which a pointed dagger was con
For not the poppy wreath nor fruits nor wine cealed.
Ye ask, PENATES! nor the altar cleanscd 2 Tben did be set her by that snowy one, Like the true saint beside the image set,
Hopo d forred maketh the beart sick.- Proverbs.
Qua non gravior mortalibus addita cura,
Sres ubi longa venit.
STATIUS. The enchaunted damsell vanish'd into nouzbt; Her snowy substance meltou as with beat;
: It is not certainly known under what fo:m the Penates were Ne of that goodly liew remayned ought
worshiped. Som assert, as wooden or brazen rods shaped like But the empty girdle which about ber wast was wroazhi. Trumpets; others, that they were represented as young meo.
* The Saturnalia.
With many a mystic form; ye ask the heart
pure, and by domestic Peace and Love Hallow'd to you.
Hearken your hymn of praise, PENATES! to your shrines I come for rest, There only to be found. Often at cve, Amid my wanderings I have seen far off The lonely light that spake of comfort there; It told my heart of many a joy of home, And my poor heart was sad. When I have gazed From some bigh eminence on goodly vales And cots and villages embower'd below, The thought would rise that all to me was strange Amid the scene so fair, nor one small spot Where my tired mind might rest, and call it home. There is a magic in that little word : It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit. Often has my heart Ached for that quiet liaven !-haven'd now, I think of those in this world's wilderness Who wander on and find no home of rest Till to the grave ibey go! them Poverty, Hollow-eyed fiend, the child of Wealth and Power, Bad offspring of worse parents, aye afflicts, Cankering with her soul mildews the child heart;Them Want with scorpion scourge drives to the den Of Guilt;-them SLAUGHTER for the price of death Throws to her raven brood. Oh, not on them, GOD OF ETERNAL JUSTICE! not on them Let fall thy thunder!
llousehold Detjes! Then only shall be lappiness on earth When an shall feel your sacred power, and love Your tranquil joys; then shall the city stand A buge void sepulclire, and rising fair Amid the ruins of the palace pile The olive grow, there shall the Tree of Peace Strike its roots deep and flourish. This the state Shall bless the race redeemd of Man, when WEALTH And Power and all their hideous progeny Shall sink annihilate, and all mankind Live in the equal brotherhood of love. llcari-calming hope, and sure! for hitherward Tend all the tumults of the troubled world, Its woes, its wisdom, and its wickelness Alike : so lle hath will'd, whose will is just.
The good old term appears. Ol! it looks ill
Meantime, all hoping and expecting all
WRITTEN FROM LONDON.
MARGARET! my cousin,-nay, you must not smile;
A DELICATE pinch! oh low it tingles up
Along a road whose wliitc intensity
Were it midnight, I should walk
Not a cloud nor brecze, () you most licathen Deities! if ever My boncs reach home (for, for de flesh upon them, It hath resolved itself into a dew,) I shall bave learnt owl-wisdom. Thou vile Plæbus, Set me a Persian sun-idolater Upon this turnpike road, and I'll convert him With no inquisitorial argument But ty own fires. Now woe be to me wretch, That I was in a hicretic country born! Else miglat some mass for the poor souls that lilcaclı, And burn away the calx of their offences lu thai great Purgatory crucible, lielp me. O Jupiter! my poor complexion! I am niade a copper-indian of already; And if no kindly cloud will parasol mc, My very cellular membrane will be changed, I shall be negrolied.
A brook! a brook! Oh what a sweet cool sound!
*T is very nectar! It runs like life through every strengthen'd limb! Nymph of the stream; now take a grateful prayer.
What is Peru and those Golcondan mines
up the nestrila, whien har, lead, and wiy
DURING A MIDSLINIER WALK.
O SPARE me-spare me,
Phicebus! if indeed Thou liast not let another Phaeton Drivc carılıward thy fierce steeds and fiery car; Mercy! I melt! I melt! No tree, no bush, No shelter! not a breath of stirring air East, West, or North, or South! Dear God of day, Put on thy nightcap. crop thy locks of light, And be in the fashion! turn thy back upon us, And let thy beams tlow upward! make it night Instead of noon! one little miracle, In pity, gentle Phoebus!
Wiat a joy, Oh what a joy, to be a seal and llounder On an ice island! or to have a den With the white bear, cavern'd in polar snow! It were a comfort to shake hands with death,He has a rare cold hand! to wrap one's self In the gift-shirt Deianeira sent, Dipt in the blood of Nessus, just to keep The sun off, or toast cheese for Beelzebub That were a cool employment to this journey
A COLLOQUIAL POEM.
Is he obstinate?
Perhaps, --hark Jacob! dost thou hear that horo? Led by the nose, embruted, and in the eye
Of Reason from their Nature's
purposes Their enemy is at hand.
Is miserably perverted.
Now could I soonetize thy piteous plight, Those eyes have taught the Lover flattery.
And prove how much my sympathetic heart Ilis face,-nay, Jacob, Jacob! were it fair
Even for the miscries of a beast can feel, To judge a Lady in hier disliabille?
In fourteen lines of sensibility. Fancy it drest, and with salıpetre rouged.
But we are told all things were made for man; Behold his tail, my friend, with curls like that
And I'll be sworn there's not a fellow here The wanton biop marries her stately spouse :
Who would not swear 'were hanging blasphemy So crisp in beauty Amorelta's hair
To doubt that truth. Therefore as thou wert born, Rings round her lover's soul the chains of love.
Bruin! for man, and mau makes nothing of ilice And what is beauty, but the aptiuide
In any other way - mosdogically OF parts harmonious? give thy fancy scope,
It follows, that thou must be born to dance; And thou will find that no imagined change
That that great spont of thine was form'd on purpose Cau beautify this beast. Place at huis end
To hold a ring; and that thy fat was given thec The starry glories of the Peacock's pride;
Ouly to make pomatum! Cive him the Swan's white breast; for his horn-hoofs
To demur Shape such a foot and ankle as the waves
Were heresy. And politicians say Crowded in eager rivalry to kiss,
(Wise men who in the scale of reason give When Vents from the enamoural sea arose;
No foolish feelings weigh), that thou art bere Jacob, thou canst but make a monster of him!
Far happier thau thy brother bears who roam All alteration man could ihink would nar
O'er Trackless snow for food; that being born
Inferior to thy leader, unto him
Rightly belongs dominion; that the compact
Was made between ye, wlicu ty clumsy feel Willi noble and right-reverend precedents,
First fell into the snare, and he jave up And slow by sanction of authority
llis right to kill, conditioning ily life That 't is a very lonourable thing
Should thenceforth be his property;- besisles, To thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest
*T is wholesome for thy morals to be brought On belter ground the unanswerable defence :
Fromn savage climes joto a civilized state, The Pig is a philosopher, who knows
Into the docencies of Christendom.No prejudice. Dirt? Jacob, what is diri?
Bear! Bear! il passes in the Parliament If matter,;--wliy the delicale dish that tempts
For excellent logic this! what if we say An o'ergorged Epicure to the last morsel
How barbarously man abuses power? 'That stuffs him to the throal-gates is no more. Talk of thy baiting, it will be replied, If matter be nol, but as Sages say,
Thy welfare is thy owner's interest, Spirit is all, and all things visible
But were dou bajted it would injure thee, Are one, the infinitely modified,
Therefore thou art not bited. For seven yers Think, Jacob, what that Pig is, and the inire
lear ii, o leaven, and give car, o Earılı! Wherein lie stands kuce-Jecp.
For seven los yours this precious Syilogism
And there! What breeze Mathi bafiled justice and luanity!
There is a magot there, --it is his house,
llis castle, ---oli commit not burglary! RECOMMENDED TO THE ADVOCATES FOR THE SLAVE- Sirip loin not naked, -t is his clothes, his shell,
Ilis bones, the case and armour of his life,
And thou shalı do no murder, Nicholas!
Or with thy crackers or thy double teeth,
But 't is not in the power of mortal man
To mnend the fracture of a filbert shell. Swaying from side to side'-The dancing-master There were two great men once amused themselves llath had as profiless a pupil in him
Watching two maggots run their wriggling race, As wlien he would have tortured my poor toes
And wagering on their speed; but Nick, to us
lioli out and then draw in his folds of Hill, Thou art but a clumsy biped !--and the mob
Like to some Barber's leathera powder-bag With noisy merrimcat mock lis lieavy pace,
herewith he feathers, frosts, or cauliflowers And laughi 10 sce laiu led by the nose!-themselves Spruce Beau, or Lady fair, or Doctor grave.
Enough of dangers and of enemies
Than this may change liis old flagitious heart.
not seen him in the balance weiglid, And there found wanting? On the stage of blood Foremost the resolute adventurer stood;
And when by many a battle won,
lle placed upon his brow the crown,
Then, like Octavius io old time,
Effacing many a stain of former crime.
Fool! the redemption proffer'd should he lose! Wheu llcaven such prace vouchsafed him that the way
To Good and Evil lay
DURING THE NEGOCIATIONS
BUONAPARTE IN JANUARY, 1814. Who counsels peace at this momentous lour, Whieu God hath given deliverance to elie oppress'd,
And to the injured power?
When innocent blood
For justice upon one accursed bread; When Freedom bath her holy banners spread
Over all patioas, now in ouc just cause
Europe throws off the yoke abhorrd,
Follow the avenging sword!
Put Evil was lois Good, For all too long in blood bad be been nurst, And uc'er was earth with fouler tyrant curst
Bold min and bad, Remorseless, godless, full of fraud and lies, Anil black with murders and with perjuries,
Ilimself in Bell's whole panoply lic clad; No law but liis own headstrong will lie knew,
No counscllor but his own wicked heart! From evil thus portentous strength die drew, And trampled under foot all human ties,
All holy laws, al natural charities. O France! beneath this fierce Barbarian's sway
Disgraced thou art 10 all succeeding times! Rapine and blood and fire have mark'd thy way,
All loutlısome, all anulterable crimes! A curse is on thee, France! from far and wide It hall gone up to leaven! All lauds have cried
For vengeance upon thy detested head! All mations curse thice, Francc! for whicresoc'er Ja peace or war ily banner latlı been spread, All forms of human woc have follow'd there.
The Living and the Dead Cry out alike ngiritist tice! Tlicy who bear Crouching beneail its weichit thine iron yoke,
Join in the bilierness of secret prayer
The voice of that innumerable throug, Whose slaughter'd spirits day and night invoke
The everlasting Judge of riglit and wrong, How long, O Lord! Holy and just, low long!
A merciless oppressor last thou been, Thyself remorselessly oppress'd mcantime; Greetly of war, when all that thou couldst gain Was but to dye thy soul with deeper crime, And rivet faster round thyself the chain. O blind to honour, and to interese blind,
When thus in abject servitude resign'd To this barbarian upstart, thou couldst brave
God's justice, and the heart of humankind! Madly thou thoughtest to enslave the world,
Thyself the while a miserable slave! Behold the flag of vengeance is unfurld? The dreadful armies of the North advance! While Eagland, Portugal, and Spain combined,
Give their triumphant banners to the wind, And stand victorious in the fields of France!
Woe, woe to England! woc and endless shame
If this heroic land,
Be suffer'd still to stand!
known!, What new and courtly plorases must we feign For Falsehood, Murder, and all monstrous crimes, If that perfidious Corsican maintain
Still lis detested reign, And France, who yearns even now to break her chain,
Beneath his iron rule be left to groan!
No! hy the indumerable dead, Whose blood hath for his lust of power been slied,
Death only can for leis foul deeds alouc! That peace
which Death and judgment can bestow, Thai peace be Buonaparte's,-that alone!
For sooner shall the Ethiop change his skin, Or from the Leopard sluier spots deparı,
One man liath been for ten long wretclied years The cause of all this blood and all these tears!