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That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His slant-


ray Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale, And tinging all with his own rosy bue, From every herb and every spiry blade Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field. Mine, spindling into longitude immense, 11 In spite of gravity, and sage remark That I myself am but a fleeting shade, Provokes me to a smile. With eye askance I view the muscular proportioned limb Transformed to a lean shank. The shape

less pair, As they designed to mock me, at my side Take step for step; and as I near ap

proach The cottage, walk along the plastered wall, Preposterous sight! the legs without the


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With ivory teeth, or ploughs it with his

snout; Then shakes his powdered coat, and barks

for joy: Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl Moves right toward the mark; nor stops

for aught, But now and then with pressure of his

thumb To adjust the fragrant charge of a short

tube That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing

cloud Streams far behind him, scenting all the

air. Now from the roost, or from the neighbour

ing pale, Where, diligent to catch the first faint

gleam Of smiling day, they gossiped side by side, Come trooping at the housewife's well

known call The feathered tribes domestic. Half on

wing, And half on foot, they brush the fleecy

flood, Conscious, and fearful of too deep a plunge. The sparrows peep, and quit the sheltering To seize the fair occasion. Well they eye The scattered grain, and thievishly resolved To escape the impending famine, often

scared As oft return, a pert voracious kind. Clean riddance quickly made, one only care Remains to each, the search of sunny nook, 7! Or shed impervious to the blast. Resigned To sad necessity, the cock foregoes His wonted strut, and wading at their head With well-considered steps, seems to resent His altered gait and stateliness retrenched. How find the myriads that in summer cheer The hills and valleys with their ceaseless

songs Due sustenance, or where subsist they now?

The verdure of the plain lies bnried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest, Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad, And fledged with icy feathers, nod superb. The cattle mourn in corners where the

fence Screens them, and seem half-petrified to

sleep In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait Their wonted fodder, not like hungering

man, Fretful if unsupplied, but silent, meek, And patient of the slow-paced swain's de

lay. He from the stack carves out the accus

tomed load, Deep-plunging, and again deep-plunging

oft, His broad keen knife into the solid mass; Smooth as a wall the upright remnant

stands, With such undeviating and even force He severs it away: no needless care Lest storms should overset the leaning pile Deciduous, or its own unbalanced weight. Forth goes the woodman, leaving uncon

cerned The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the





And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.

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Earth yields them nought: the imprisoned

worm is safe Beneath the frozen clod; all seeds of herbs Lie covered close; and berry-bearing thorns That feed the thrush (whatever some sup

pose) Afford the smaller minstrels no supply. The long-protracted rigour of the year. Thins all their numerous flocks. In chinks

and holes Ten thousand seek an unmolested end, As instinct prompts, self-buried ere they

die. The very

rooks and daws forsake the fields, Where neither grub nor root nor earth-nut Repays their labour more; and perched

aloft By the wayside, or stalking in the path, Lean pensioners upon the traveller's track, Pick

up their nauseous dole, though sweet

to them, Of voided pulse or half-digested grain. The streams are lost amid the splendid

blank, O’erwhelming all distinction. On the flood, Indurated and fixed, the snowy weight Lies undissolved; while silently beneath, And unperceived, the current steals away. 100 Not so, where scornful of a check it leaps The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel, And wantons in the pebbly gulf below: No frost can bind it there; its utmost force Can but arrest the light and smoky mist That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide. And see where it has hung the embroidered

banks With forms so various, that no powers of

art, The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene ! Here glittering turrets rise, upbearing high (Fantastic misarrangement !) on the roof in Large growth of what may seem the spark

ling trees And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops That trickle down the branches, fast con

gealed, Shoot into pillars of pellucid length, And prop the pile they but adorned before. Here grotto within grotto safe defies The sunbeam; there embossed and fretted

wild, The growing wonder takes a thousand

shapes Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain 120

The likeness of some object seen before.
Thus Nature works as if to mock at Art,
And in defiance of her rival powers;
By these fortuitous and random strokes
Performing such inimitable feats,
As she with all her rules can never reach.
Less worthy of applause, though more ad-

Because a novelty, the work of man,
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ!
Thy most magnificent and mighty freak, 130
The wonder of the North. No forest fell
When thou wouldst build; no quarry sent

its stores To enrich thy walls; but thou didst hew

the floods, And make thy marble of the glassy wave. In such a palace Aristæus found Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale Of his lost bees to her maternal ear: In such a palace poetry might place The

armoury of Winter; where his troops, The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy

sleet, Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail, And show that often blinds the traveller's

course, And wraps him in an unexpected tomb. Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there. Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts Were soon conjoined, nor other cement

asked Than water interfused to make them one. Lamps gracefully disposed, and of all hues, Illumined every side; a watery light Gleamed through the clear transparency,

that seemed Another moon new risen, or meteor fallen From heaven to earth, of lambent flame



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Sofa and couch and high-built throne au- Than human passions please. In every beart gust.

Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war; The same lubricity was found in all, Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze. And all was moist to the warm touch; a Cain had already shed a brother's blood ;

The Deluge washed it out, but left unOf evanescent glory, once a stream,

quenched And soon to slide into a stream again. The seeds of murder in the breast of Alas! 'twas but a mortifying stroke Of undesigned severity, that glanced Soon, by a righteous judgment, in the line (Made by a monarch) on her own estate, Of his descending progeny was found On human grandeur and the courts of kings. The first artificer of death; the shrewd 'Twas transient in its nature, as in show Contriver who first sweated at the forge, 'Twas durable ; as worthless as it seemed And forced the blunt and yet unbloodied Intrinsically precious ; to the foot

steel Treacherous and false; it smiled, and it was To a keen edge, and made it bright for war. cold.

Him, Tubal named, the Vulcan of old times, Great princes have great playthings. The sword and falchion their inventor claim, Some have played

And the first smith was the first murderer's At hewing mountains into men, and some At building human wonders mountain high. His art survived the waters; and ere Some have amused the dull sad years of

long, life,

When man was multiplied and spread Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad,

abroad With schemes of monumental fame; and In tribes and clans, and had begun to call sought

These meadows and that range of hills his By pyramids and mausolean pomp,

own, Short-lived themselves, to immortalize their The tasted sweets of property begat bones.

Desire of more ; and industry in some, Some seek diversion in the tented field, To improve and cultivate their just deAnd make the sorrows of mankind their

mesne, sport.

Made others covet what they saw so fair. But war 's a game, which, were their sub- Thus war began on earth; these fought for jects wise,

spoil, Kings would not play at. Nations would do And those in self-defence. Savage at first well

The onset, and irregular. At length To extort their truncheons from the puny One eininent above the rest, for strength, hands

For stratagem, or courage, or for all, Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds 190 Was chosen leader; him they served in war, Are gratified with mischief, and who spoil, And him in peace, for sake of warlike Because men suffer it, their toy the world.

deeds When Babel was confounded, and the Reverenced no less. Who could with him great

compare ? Confederacy of projectors wild and vain Or who so worthy to control themselves Was split into diversity of tongues,

As he whose prowess had subdued their Then, as a shepherd separates his flock,

foes ? These to the upland, to the valley those, Thus war affording field for the display God drave asunder, and assigned their lot Of virtue, made one chief, whom times of To all the nations. Ample was the boon

peace, He gave them, in its distribution fair Which have their exigencies too, and call 240 And equal, and he bade them dwell in peace. For skill in government, at length made Peace was a while their care: they ploughed king. and sowed,

King was a name too prond for man to wear And reaped their plenty without grudge or With modesty and meekness; and the strife.

crown, But violence can never longer sleep So dazzling in their eyes who set it on,







Was sure to intoxicate the brows it bound. And could discriminate and argue well It is the abject property of most,

On subjects more mysterious, they were That being parcel of the common mass,

yet And destitute of means to raise themselves, Babes in the cause of freedom, and should They sink and settle lower than they need.

fear They know not what it is to feel within 250 And quake before the gods themselves had A comprehensive faculty that grasps

made ! Great purposes with ease, that turns and But above measure strange, that neither wields,

proof Almost without an effort, plans too vast Of sad experience, nor examples set For their conception, which they cannot By some whose patriot virtue has prevailed,

Can even now, when they are grown maConscious of impotence, they soon grow

ture drunk

In wisdom, and with philosophic deeds With gazing, when they see an able man Familiar, serve to emancipate the rest ! Step forth to notice ; and besotted thus, Such dupes are men to custom, and so Build him a pedestal, and say, “Stand there,

prone And be our admiration and our praise.". To reverence what is ancient, and can They roll themselves before him in the plead dust,

A course of long observance for its use, Then most deserving in their own account That even servitude, the worst of ills, When most extravagant in his applause,

Because delivered down from sire to son, As if exalting him they raised themselves. Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing. Thus by degrees, self-cheated of their sound But is it fit, or can it bear the shock And sober judgment, that he is but man,

Of rational discussion, that a man, They demi-deify and fume him so,

Compounded and made up like other men That in due season he forgets it too.

Of elements tumultuous, in whom lust Inflated and astrit with self-conceit,

And folly in as ample measure meet He gulps the windy diet, and ere long, 269 As in the bosoms of the slaves he rules, 310 Adopting their mistake, profoundly thinks Should be a despot absolute, and boast The world was made in vain, if not for him. Himself the only freeman of his land ? Thenceforth they are his cattle : drudges Should, when he pleases, and on whom he

born To bear his burdens; drawing in his gears Wage war, with any or with no pretence And sweating in his service; his caprice Of provocation given or wrong sustained, Becomes the soul that animates them all. And force the beggarly last doit, by means He deems a thousand, or ten thousand lives, That his own humour dictates, from the Spent in the purchase of renown for him,

clutch An easy reckoning, and they think the Of poverty, that thus he may procure

His thousands, weary of penurious life, Thus kings were first invented, and thus A splendid opportunity to die? kings

Say ye, who (with less prudence than of old Were burnished into heroes, and became 280 Jotham ascribed to his assembled trees The arbiters of this terraqueons swamp; In politic convention) put your trust Storks among frogs, that have but croaked In the shadow of a bramble, and reclined and died.

In fancied peace beneath his dangerous Strange, that such folly as lifts bloated branch,

Rejoice in him, and celebrate his sway, To eminence fit only for a god

Where find ye passive fortitude ? Whence Should ever drivel out of human lips,

springs Even in the cradled weakness of the world! Your self-denying zeal that holds it good Still stranger much, that when at length To stroke the prickly grievance, and to mankind

hang Had reached the sinewy firmness of their His thorns with streamers of continual youth,

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We too are friends to loyalty. We love 'Tis pusillanimous and prone to flight. The king who loves the law, respects his But slaves that once conceive the glowing bounds,

thought And reigns content within them: him we Of freedom, in that hope itself possess

All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, Freely and with delight, who leaves us The scorn of danger, and united hearts, free:

The surest presage of the good they seek." But recollecting still that he is man,

Then shame to manhood, and opprobrious We trust him not too far. King though he be,

To France than all her losses and defeats, And king in England too, he may be weak, Old or of later date, by sea or land, 381 And vain enough to be ambitious still, Her house of bondage, worse than that of May exercise amiss his proper powers,

old Or covet more than freemen choose to Which God avenged on Pharaoh- the Basgrant:

tille. Beyond that mark is treason. He is ours, Ye horrid towers, the abode of broken To administer, to guard, to adorn the State,

hearts, But not to warp or change it. We are his, Ye dungeons, and ye cages of despair, To serve him nobly in the common cause, That monarchs have supplied from age to True to the death, but not to be bis slaves.

age Mark now the difference, ye that boast With music such as suits their sovereign

ears, Of kings, between your loyalty and ours: The sighs and groans of miserable men! We love the man, the paltry pageant you; There's not an English heart that would not We the chief patron of the commonwealth, leap You the regardless author of its woes; 350 To hear that ye were fallen at last; to We, for the sake of liberty, a king,

know You chains and bondage for a tyrant's sake. That even our enemies, so oft employed Our love is principle, and has its root In forging chains for us, themselves were In reason, is judicions, manly, free;

free. Yours, a blind instinct, crouches to the rod, For he who values liberty confines And licks the foot that treads it in the His zeal for her predominance within dust.

No narrow bounds; her cause engages him Were kingship as true treasure as it seems, Wherever pleaded. 'Tis the cause of man. Sterling, and worthy of a wise man's wish, There dwell the most forlorn of human I would not be a king to be beloved

kind, Causeless, and daubed with undiscerning Immured though unaccused, condemned unpraise,


tried, Where love is mere attachment to the Cruelly spared, and hopeless of escape. throne,

There, like the visionary emblem seen Not to the man who fills it as he ought. By him of Babylon, life stands a stump, Whose freedom is by suffrance, and at And, filleted about with hoops of brass, will

Still lives, though all its pleasant boughs Of a superior, he is never free.

are gone. Who lives, and is not weary of a life To count the hour-bell, and expect no Exposed to manacles, deserves them well.

change; The State that strives for liberty, though And ever as the sullen sonnd is heard, foiled,

Still to reflect, that though a joyless note And forced to abandon what she bravely To him whose moments all have one dull sought,

pace, Deserves at least applause for her attempt,

· The author hopes that he shall not be censured for And pity for her loss. But that's a canse

unnecessary warmth upon so interesting a subject. He Not often unsuccessful; power usurped 371 is aware that it is become almost fashionable to stigma. Is weakness when opposed; conscious of

tize such sentiments as no better than empty declama

tion; but it is an ill symptom, and peculiar to modern wrong,



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