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GREAT MEN have been among us; hands that penn'd
And tongues that utter'd wisdom, better none:
The later Sydney, Marvel, Harington,

Young Vane and others who call'd Milton friend.
These moralists could act and comprehend:
They knew how genuine glory was put on;
Taught us how rightfully a nation shone

In splendour: what strength was, that would not bend
But in magnanimous meekness. France, 'tis strange,
Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then.
Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change!

No single volume paramount, no code,
No master spirit, no determined road;
But equally a want of books and men!

IT is not to be thought of that the flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
Hath flow'd, with pomp of waters unwithstood"-
Road by which all might come and go that would,
And bear out freights of worth to foreign lands;
That this most famous stream in bogs and sands
Should perish, and to evil and to good
Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung
Armoury of the invincible knights of old:
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakspeare spake the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held. In everything we're sprung
Of earth's first blood, have titles manifold.

WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my country!-am I to be blamed?
But when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart,

Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.

But dearly must we prize thee; we who find
In thee a bulwark of the cause of men ;
And I, by my affection, was beguiled.
What wonder if a poet now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child.

OCTOBER, 1803.

ONE might believe that natural miseries
Had blasted France, and made of it a land
Unfit for men; and that in one great band
Her sons were bursting forth, to dwell at ease,
But 'tis a chosen soil, where sun and breeze
Shed gentle favours; rural works are there;
And ordinary business without care;

Spot rich in all things that can soothe and please!
How piteous, then, that there should be such dearth
Of knowledge; that whole myriads should unite
To work against themselves such fell despite ;
Should come in frenzy and in drunken mirth,
Impatient to put out the only light

Of liberty that yet remains on earth!

THERE is a bondage which is worse to bear
Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,
Pent in, a tyrant's solitary thrall:

"Tis his who walks about in the open air,

One of a nation who, henceforth, must wear

Their fetters in their souls. For who could be,

Who, even the best, in such condition, free

From self-reproach, reproach which he must sharo
With human nature? Never be it ours
To see the sun how brightly it will shine,
And know that noble feelings, manly powers,

Instead of gathering strength must droop and pine,
And earth, with all her pleasant fruits and flowers,
Fade, and participate in man's decline.

OCTOBER, 1803.

THESE times touch money'd worldlings with dismay :
Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air
With words of apprehension and despair:
While tens of thousands, thinking on th' affray,
Men unto whom sufficient for the day

And minds not stinted or untill'd are given,
Sound, healthy children of the God of heaven,
Are cheerful as the rising sun in May.
What do we gather hence but firmer faith
That every gift of noble origin

Is breathed upon by hope's perpetual breath :
That virtue and the faculties within

Are vital,-and that riches are akin

To fear, to change, te cowardice, and death?

ENGLAND the time is come when thou shouldst wean Thy heart from its emasculating food;

The truth should now be better understood;

Old things have been unsettled; we have seen
Fair seed-time, better harvest might have been
But for thy trespasses; and, at this day,

If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa,

Aught good were destined, thou wouldst step between.
England, all nations in this charge agree!

But worse, more ignorant in love and hate,
Far, far more abject is thine enemy:

Therefore the wise pray for thee, though the freight
Of thy offences be a heavy weight:

Oh grief! that earth's best hopes rest all with thee!

OCTOBER, 1803.

WHEN, looking on the present face of things,
I see one man, of men the meanest too!
Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo,
With mighty nations for his underlings,
The great events with which old story rings
Seem vain and hollow: I find nothing great;
Nothing is left which I can venerate;

So that almost a doubt within me springs
Of Providence, such emptiness at length

Seems at the heart of all things. But, great God !
I measure back the steps which I have trod,
And tremble, seeing, as I do, the strength

Of such poor instruments; with thoughts sublime
I tremble at the sorrow of the time.

TO THE MEN OF KENT, OCTOBER, 1803.

VANGUARD of liberty, ye men of Kent!
Ye children of a soil that doth advance
Its haughty brow against the coast of France,
Now is the time to prove your hardiment !
To France be words of invitation sent !
They from their fields can see the countenance
Of your fierce war, may ken the glittering lance,
And hear you shouting forth your brave intent.
Left single, in bold parley, ye, of yore,
Did from the Norman win a gallant wreath :
Confirm'd the charters that were yours before.
No parleying now! In Britain is one breath;
We all are with you now from shore to shore:
Ye men of Kent, 'tis victory or death!

P

OCTOBER, 1803.

SIX thousand veterans practised in war's game,
Tried men, at Killicrankie were array'd
Against an equal host that wore the plaid,

Shepherds and herdsmen. Like a whirlwind came
The Highlanders, the slaughter spread like flame;
And Garry, thund'ring down his mountain-road,
Was stopp'd, and could not breathe beneath the load
Of the dead bodies. 'Twas a day of shame
For them whom precept and the pedantry
Of cold mechanic battle do enslave.
Oh! for a single hour of that Dundee
Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Like conquest would the men of England see:
And her foes find a like inglorious grave.

ANTICIPATION, OCTOBER, 1803.

SHOUT, for a mighty victory is won!

On British ground the invaders are laid low;
The breath of Heaven has drifted them like snow,
And left them lying in the silent sun,

Never to rise again!-the work is done.

Come forth ye old men now, in peaceful show,

And greet your sons! drums beat and trumpets blow!
Make merry, wives! ye little children stun

Your grandame's ears with pleasure of your noise!
Clap, infants, clap your hands! divine must be
That triumph, when the very worst, the pain,
And e'en the prospect of our brethren slain,
Hath something in it which the heart enjoys:
In glory will they sleep, and endless sanctity.

NOVEMBER, 1806.

ANOTHER year! another deadly blow!
Another mighty empire overthrown!
And we are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dares to struggle with the foe.
"Tis well! from this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought:
That by our own right hands it must be wrought,
That we must stand unpropp'd, or be laid low.
O dastard, whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant; not a venal band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour, which they do not understand.

Sonnets dedicated to Liberty,

FROM 1807 To 1813.

ON A CELEBRATED EVENT IN ANCIENT HISTORY.

A ROMAN master stands on Grecian ground,
And to the concourse of the Isthmian games
He, by his herald's voice, aloud proclaims
"The liberty of Greece:"-the words rebound
Until all voices in one voice are drown'd;
Glad acclamation by which air was rent!
And birds, high flying in the element,
Dropp'd to the earth, astonish'd at the sound!
A melancholy echo of that noise

Doth sometimes hang on musing Fancy's ear;
Ah! that a conqueror's words should be so dear;
Ah! that a boon could shed such rapturous joys!
A gift of that which is not to be given

By all the blended powers of earth and heaven.

UPON THE SAME EVENT.

WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn
The tidings pass'd of servitude repeal'd,

And of that joy which shook the Isthmian field,
The rough Etolians smiled with bitter scorn.

""Tis known," cried they, "that he who would adorn
His envied temples with the Isthmian crown,

Must either win, through effort of his own,

The prize, or be content to see it worn

By more deserving brows. Yet so ye prop,

Sons of the brave who fought at Marathon,

Your feeble spirits. Greece her head hath bow'd,

As if the wreath of liberty thereon

Would fix itself as smoothly as a cloud

Which, at Jove's will, descends on Pelion's top!"

TO THOMAS CLARKSON, ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE
ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE, MARCH, 1807.
CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb:
How toilsome, nay, how dire it was, by thee
Is known-by none, perhaps, so feelingly;
But thou, who, starting in thy fervent prime,
Didst first lead forth this pilgrimage sublime,
Hast heard the constant voice its charge repeat,
Which, out of thy young heart's oracular seat,
First roused thee, O true yoke-fellow of time.
With unabating effort, see, the palm

Is won, and by all nations shall be worn!
The bloody writing is for ever torn,

And thou henceforth shalt have a good man's calm,
A great man's happiness; thy zeal shall find
Repose at length, firm friend of human kind!

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