But such terrific charms as these, I ask not yet: My sober mind The fainter forms of sadness please; My sorrows are of softer kind. Through this still valley let me stray, Rapt in some strain of pensive Gray: Whose lofty genius bears along The conscious dignity of song; And, scorning from the sacred store To waste a note on Pride or Power, Roves through the glimmering twilight And warbles round each rustic tomb: [gloom, He too, perchance (for well I know, His heart can melt with friendly woe), He too, perchance, when these poor limbs are laid, [ing shade. Will heave one tuneful sigh, and sooth my hover ODE VIII. ON THE FATE OF TYRANNY'. OPPRESSION dies: the tyrant falls: 1 This Ode is a free paraphrase of part of the 14th chapter of Isaiah, where the Prophet, after he has foretold the destruction of Babylon, subjoins a Song of Triumph, which, he supposes, the Jews will sing when his prediction is fulfilled. And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow, and from thy fear, and from the hard bondage wherein thou wast made to serve, that thou shalt take up this proverb against the King of Babylon, and say "How hath the oppressor ceased," &c. 1st Strophe, ver. 4, 5, 6. The son of Wrath, whose ruthless hand Hurl'd desolation o'er the land, [blood. Has run his raging race, has closed the scene of Chiefs arm'd around behold their vanquish'd [loyal sword. Nor spread the guardian shield, nor lift the lord; I. 2. He falls; and earth again is free, All Nature lifts the choral song. I. 3. Hell, from her gulf profound, Her shadowy heroes all, E'en mighty kings, the heirs of empire wide, Meet and insult thy pride. What, dost thou join our ghostly train, REFERENCES. 1st Antistrophe, 'The whole earth is at rest,' &c. ver. 7, 8, 1st Epode, Hell from beneath is moved for thee,' &c, ver. 9, 10, 11. Where is thy pomp, thy festive throng, Proud king! Corruption fastens on thy breast; share the feast. II. 1. Oh Lucifer! thou radiant star; Who saidst the distant poles shall hear me and obey. High o'er the stars, my sapphire throne shall glow, And, as Jehovah's self, my voice the heavens shall bow. II. 2. He spake, he died. Distain'd with gore, See, where his livid corse is laid. Surveys him long with dubious eye; And muses on his fate, and shakes his reverend head. Just heavens! is thus thy pride imperial gone? Is this poor heap of dust the King of Babylon? REFERENCES. 2d Strophe, How art thou fallen from Heaven,' &c. ver. 12, 13, 14. 2d Antistrophe, Yet thou shalt be brought down to Hell,' &c. ver 15, 16. II. 3. Is this the man, whose nod Made the earth tremble: whose terrific rod Saw her rich realms transform'd to deserts dry; While at his crowded prison's gate, Grasping the keys of fate, Stood stern Captivity. Vain man! behold thy righteous doom; Behold each neighbouring monarch's tomb; The trophied arch, the breathing bust, The laurel shades their sacred dust: While thou, vile outcast, on this hostile plain, Moulder'st a vulgar corse, among the vulgar slain. III. 1. No trophied arch, no breathing bust No laurel flourish o'er thy grave. For why, proud king, thy ruthless hand And crush'd the subject race, whom kings are born to save: Eternal infamy shall blast thy name, [shame. And all thy sons shall share their impious father's REFERENCES. 2d Epode, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble,' &c. ver. 16, 17, 18, 19. 3d Strophe, Thou shalt not be joined to them in burial,' &c. ver. 20. III. 2. Rise, purple slaughter! furious rise; Dart thy vindictive shafts around: III. 3. Thus saith the righteous Lord: My vengeance shall unsheath the flaming sword; While, sweeping o'er the plain, Destruction ends her work. Yes, on mine holy mountain's brow, From Judah's neck the galling yoke Spontaneous falls, she shines with wonted state; Thus by myself I swear, and what I swear is fate. REFERENCES. 3d Antistrophe, Prepare slaughter for his children,' ver. 21, 22. 3d Epode, 'Saith the Lord, I will also make it a possession for the bittern,' &c. ver. 22-27. |