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for joy:

That crowd away before the driving wind, Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed More ardent as the disk emerges more,

ears Resemble most some city in a blaze,

And tail cropped short, half lurcher and Seen through the leafless wood. His slant

half cur, ing ray

His dog attends him. Close behind his Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale,

heel And tinging all with his own rosy hue, Now creeps he slow; and now with many From every herb and every spiry blade

a frisk Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field. Wide scampering, snatches up the drifted Mine, spindling into longitude immense, 11

snow In spite of gravity, and sage remark

With ivory teeth, or ploughs it with his That I myself am but a fleeting shade,


50 Provokes me to a smile. With eye askance Then shakes his powdered coat, and barks I view the muscular proportioned limb Transformed to a lean shank. The shape- | Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl less pair,

Moves right toward the mark; nor stops As they designed to mock me, at my side

for aught, Take step for step; and as I near ap- But now and then with pressure of his proach

thumb The cottage, walk along the plastered wall, To adjust the fragrant charge of a short Preposterous sight! the legs without the

tube man.

20 That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing The verdure of the plain lies buried deep

cloud Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents | Streams far behind him, scenting all the And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest,

air. Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Now from the roost, or from the neighbourConspicuous, and in bright apparel clad,

ing pale, And fledged with icy feathers, nod superb. Where, diligent to catch the first faint The cattle mourn in corners where the

gleam fence •

Of smiling day, they gossiped side by side, Screens them, and seem half-petrified to Come trooping at the housewife's wellsleep

known call

61 In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait The feathered tribes domestic. Half on Their wonted fodder, not like hungering wing,


And half on foot, they brush the fleecy Fretful if unsupplied, but silent, meek,

flood, And patient of the slow-paced swain's de Conscious, and fearful of too deep a plunge. lay.

The sparrows peep, and quit the sheltering He from the stack carves out the accus

eaves tomed load,

To seize the fair occasion. Well they eye Deep-plunging, and again deep-plunging The scattered grain, and thievishly resolved oft,

To escape the impending famine, often His broad keen knife into the solid mass ;

scared Smooth as a wall tbe upright remnant | As oft return, a pert voracious kind. stands,

Clean riddance quickly made, one only care With such undeviating and even force Remains to each, the search of sunny nook, 71 He severs it away: no needless care

Or shed impervious to the blast. Resigned Lest storms should overset the leaning pile To sad necessity, the cock foregoes Decidaous, or its own unbalanced weight. His wonted strut, and wading at their head Forth goes the woodman, leaving uncon With well-considered steps, seems to resent cerned

His altered gait and stateliness retrenched. The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the How find the myriads that in summer cheer axe

The hills and valleys with their ceaseless And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear,

songs From morn to eve his solitary task. | Due sustenance, or where subsist they now?




Earth yields them nought: the imprisoned The likeness of some object seen before. worm is safe


Thus Nature works as if to mock at Art, Beneath the frozen clod; all seeds of herbs And in defiance of her rival powers; Lie covered close; and berry-bearing thorns By these fortuitous and random strokes That feed the thrush (whatever some sup Performing such inimitable feats, pose)

As she with all her rules can never reach. Afford the smaller minstrels no supply. Less worthy of applause, though more adThe long-protracted rigour of the year

mired, Thins all their numerous flocks. In chinks Because a novelty, the work of man, and holes

Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ! Ten thousand seek an unmolested end, Thy most magnificent and mighty freak, 130 As instinct prompts, self-buried ere they The wonder of the North. No forest fell die.

When thou wouldst build; no quarry sent The very rooks and daws forsake the fields,

its stores Where neither grub nor root nor earth-nut To enrich thy walls; but thou didst hew now

the floods, Repays their labour more; and perched And make thy marble of the glassy wave.

In such a palace Aristæus found By the wayside, or stalking in the path, Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale Lean pensioners upon the traveller's track, Of his lost bees to her maternal ear: Pick up their nauseous dole, though sweet | In such a palace poetry might place to them,

The armoury of Winter; where his troops, Of voided pulse or half-digested grain. The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy The streams are lost amid the splendid

140 blank,

Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail, O’erwhelming all distinction. On the flood, And snow that often blinds the traveller's Indurated and fixed, the snowy weight

course, Lies undissolved; while silently beneath, And wraps him in an unexpected tomb. And unperceived, the current steals away. 100 Silently as a dream the fabric rose; Not so, where scornful of a check it leaps | No sound of hammer or of saw was there. The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel, Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts And wantons in the pebbly gulf below: Were soon conjoined, nor other cement No frost can bind it there; its utmost force

asked Can but arrest the light and smoky mist Than water interfused to make them one. That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide. Lamps gracefully disposed, and of all hues, And see where it has hung the embroidered Illumined every side; a watery light 150 banks

Gleamed through the clear transparency, With forms so various, that no powers of

that seemed art,

Another moon new risen, or meteor fallen The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene ! From heaven to earth, of lambent flame Here glittering turrets rise, upbearing high

serene. (Fantastic misarrangement !) on the roof u So stood the brittle prodigy; though smooth Large growth of what may seem the spark And slippery the materials, yet frostbound ling trees

Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within, And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops That royal residence might well befit, That trickle down the branches, fast con For grandeur or for use. Long wavy gealed,

wreaths Shoot into pillars of pellucid length, Of flowers, that feared no enemy but And prop the pile they but adorned before.

warmth, Here grotto within grotto safe defies

Blushed on the panels. Mirror needed The sunbeam; there embossed and fretted


160 wild,

Where all was vitreous; but in order due The growing wonder takes a thousand Convivial table and commodious seat shapes

(What seemed at least commodious seat) Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain 120 | were there,


Sofa and couch and high-built throne au Than human passions please. In every heart 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 ; scene

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


210 Of undesigned severity, that glanced 190 Soon, by a righteous judgment, in the line (Made by a monarch) on her own estate, Of his descending progeny was found Ou 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

son. At building human wonders mountain high. His art survived the waters; and ere Some have amused the dull sad years of


220 180 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


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

The onset, and irregular. At length 230 To extort their truncheons from the puny One eminent above the rest, for strength,

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 cbief, whom times of To all the nations. Ample was the boon

peace, He gave them, in its distribution fair 200 Which bave their exigencies too, and call 240 And equal, and he bade them dwell in peace. For skill in government, at length made Peace was awhile their care: they ploughed

king. and sowed,

King was a name too proud 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, move.

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


300 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 astrut 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

will, 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 same.

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

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 terraqueous 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


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,

praise ?




340 |

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 serve

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.1 But recollecting still that he is man,

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

more 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 his slaves.

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

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,


390 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 400 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 sound 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,

1 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 stigmaIs 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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