Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, thro' Berkley's roofs that ring, 55 She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled Mate, From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs The Scourge of Heaven. What Terrors round him wait! 60 And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. II. 2 Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. 65 The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born? 70 Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, II. 3 Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast. Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. 75 80 Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, Twin'd with her blushing foe, we spread: Wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, brothers, bending o'er the accursed loom III. I 'Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove. The work is done.) — Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn! In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Ye unborn ages crowd not on my soul! No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail. All-hail, ye genuine kings, Britannia's issue, hail! III. 2 'Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear. In the midst a form divine! Her eye proclaims her of the Briton line; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. 'The verse adorn again III. 3 Fierce War and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, A Voice, as of the cherub-choir, Gales from blooming Eden bear; 115 120 125 With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. 130 And distant warblings lessen on my ear, That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou, yon sanguine cloud, 135 Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: With joy I see The different doom our fates assign. Be thine Despair, and scept'red Care, He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height ENG. POEMS- 9 140 WILLIAM COLLINS 1721-1759 A SONG FROM SHAKESPEARE'S CYMBELINE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, No withered witch shall here be seen; No goblins lead their nightly crew: And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell; The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore; And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead. ΙΟ 15 20 5 ODE TO EVENING IF aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Thy springs, and dying gales, O nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun With brede ethereal wove, . Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing thro' thy darkening vale, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return! For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, as his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in flowers the day, ΙΟ 15 20 And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car. 26 |