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In 'pride of place here last the eagle flew,
And when they smiled because he deem'd it near, Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain,
His heart more truly knew that peal too well Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through; Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, Ambition's life and labours all were vain;
And roused the vengeance bloou alone could He wears the shatter'd links of the world's broken quell : chain.
He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell
Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, Did nations combat to make One submit;
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, Or league to teach all kings true sovereignty?
And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago What I shall reviving thraldom again be
Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; The patch'd-up idol of enlighten'd days?
And tl:ere were sudden partings, such as press Shall we, who struck the Lion down, shall we
The iife from out young hearts, and choking sighs Pay the Wolf homage? proffering lowly gaze
Which ne'er might be repeated : who would guess And servile knees to thrones? No; prove before
If ever more should ineet those mutual eyes, ye praise !
Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could XX.
Xxv. If not, o'er one fallen despot boast no more! In vain fair cheeks were furrow'd with hot tears And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed. For Europe's flowers long rooted up before The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, The trampler of her vineyards; in vain years Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, Of death, depopulation, bondage, fears,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; Have all been borne, and broken by the accord And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; Of roused-up millions : all that most endears And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Glory, is when the myrtle wreathes a sword Koused up the soldier ere the morning star; Such as Harmodius drew on Athens' tyrant lord. While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb,
Or whispering, with white lips—'The soe! They XXI.
come! they come ! There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then
XXVI. Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
And wild and high the •Cameron's gathering The lainps shone o'er fair women and brave men;
rose, A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Music arose with vits voluptuous swell,
Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, foes : And all went merry as a marriage bell ;!
How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills But hush ! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which knell
fills XXII. Did ye not hear it ?-No; 'twas but the wind,
Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring which instils Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ;
The stirring memory of a thousand years, On with the dance ! let joy be unconfin'd;
And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clans. No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure
man's ears!" ineet
XXVII. To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
And Ardennes waves above thein her green Put harki-that heavy sound breaks in once
Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before !
Over the unreturning brave, -alas!
Ere evening to be trodden like the grass
Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
In its next verdure, when this fiery mass
Of living valour, rolling on the foe,
And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and
low. And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear;
* Sir Evan Cameron, and his descendant Donald, 'In pride of place' is a term of falconry, and the gentle Lochiel' of the forty-five.' means the highest pitch of fight. See Macbeth, etc. + The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a rem
. An eagle towering in his pride of place,' etc. nant of the forest of Ardennes, famous in Boiardo's + See the famous song on Harmodius and Aristo- Orlando, and immortal in Shakspeare's As You Like giton. The best English translation is in Bland's An. It. It is also celebrated in Tacitus, as being the spot thology, by Mr. (now Lord Chief Justice) Denman: of successful defence by the Germans against the
With myrtle my sword will I wreathe,' etc. Kornan encroachments. I have ventured to adopt
On the night previous to the action, it is said that the name connected with nobler associations than a ball was given at Brussels.
those of mere slaughter.
The Archangel's trump, not glory's, must awake Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of
The fever of vain longing, and the name
So honour'd, but assumes a stronger, bitterer claun. The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent
They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, Rider and horse,-friend, foe,-in one red burial mourn: blent!
The tree will wither long before it fall:
The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; XXIX.
The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine;
In niassy hoariness; the ruin'd wall Yet one I would select from that proud throng,
Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone; Partly because they blend me with his line,
The bars survive the captive they enthral; And partly that I did his s're some wrong,
The day drags through though storms liecp out the And partly that bright names will hallow song ;
sun; And his was of the bravest, and when shower'd
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on: The death-bolts deadliest the thinn'd files along, Even where the thickest of war's tempest lower'd,
XXXIII. They reach'd no nobler breast than thine, young,
Even as a broken mirror, which the glass gallant Howard !
In every fragment multiplies; and makes
A thousand images of one that was,
The same, and still the more, the more it breaks ;
And thus the heart will do which not forsakes, thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ;
Living in shatter'd guise, and still, and cold, But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree,
And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
Yet withers on till all without is old,
Showing no visible sign, for such things are untok!. With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring
There is a very life in our despair, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not Vitality of poison,-a quick root bring. *
Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were
As nothing did we die; but life will suit
Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit,
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shiore, And one as all a ghastly gap did make
All ashes to the taste : Did man compute In his own kind and kindred, whorn to teach
Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake;
Such hours 'gainst years of life,-say, would he name threescore?
XXXV. * My guide from Mont St. Jean over-the field seemed intelligent and accurate. The place where Major Howard fell was not far from two tall and solitary
The Psalmist number'd out the years of man; trees (there was a third, cut down, or shivered, in the They are enough: and if thy tale be true, battle), which stand a few yards from each other at a Thou, who didst grudge him even that fleeting span, pathway's side. Beneath these he died and was buried. The body has since been removed to Eng.
More than enough, thou fatal Waterloo ! land. A small hollow for the present marks where it
Millions of tongues record thee, and anew lay, but will probably soon be effaced; the plough has Their children's lips shall echo them, and say, been upon it, and the grain is. After pointing out the
Here, where the sword united nations drew, different spots where Picton and other gallant men had perished, the guide said, 'Here Major Howard Our countryinen were warring on that day!' lay: I was near him when wounded.' I told him my And this is much, and all which will not pass away. relationship, and he seemed then still more anxious to point out the particular spot and circumstances The
XXXVI. place is one of the most inarked in the field, from the peculiarity of the two trees above mentioned. I went There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men, on horseback twice over the field, comparing it with Whose spirit antithetically mixt my recollection of similar scenes. As a plain, Waterloo seems marked out for the scene of some great action,
One moment of the mightiest, and again though this may be mere imagination. I have viewed On little objects with like firmness fixt; with attention those of Platea, Troy, Mantinea, Leuctra, Extreme in all things I hadst thou been betwix!, Chæronea, and Marathon, and the field around Mont
Thy throne had still been thine, or St. Jean and Hougoumont appears to want little but
been; a better cause, and that undefinable but impressive halo which the lapse of ages throws around a cele. * The (fabled) apples on the brink of the lake AS brated spot, to vie in interest with any or all of these, phaltes were said to be fair without, and within ashes. except perhaps the last mentioned.
Vide TACITUS, Histor, lib. v. 7.
For daring made thy rise as fall: thou seek'st
XLII Even now to reassume the imperial mien,
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And shake again the world, the Thunderer of the And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire scene!
And motion of the soul, which will not dwell XXXVII.
In its own narrow being, but aspire Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou ! Beyond the fitting medium of desire; She trembles at thee still, and thy wild name
And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Was ne'er more bruited in men's minds than now Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire That thou art nothing, save the jest of Fame, Of aught but rest; a fever at the core, Who woo'd thee once, thy vassal, and became Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore. The flatterer of thy fierceness, till thou wert A god unto thyself; nor less the same
XLIII. To the astounded kingdoms all inert,
This makes the madmen who have made men mad Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst
By their contagion! Conquerors and Kings, assert. XXXVIII.
Founders of sects and systems, to whom add Oh, more or less than man-in high or low,
Sophists, Bards, Statesinen, all unquiet things Battling with nations, flying from the field;
Which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs,
And are themselves the fools to those they fool; Now making monarchs' necks thy footstool, now More than thy mcanest soldier taught to yield :
Envied, yet how unenviable ! what stings
Are theirs ! One breast laid open were a school An empire thou couldst crush, command, re
Which would unteach mankind the lust to shine or build,
And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife,
That should their days, surviving perils past, Yet well thy soul hath brook'd the turning tide
Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With that untaught innate philosophy,
With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Which, be it wisdom, coldness, or deep pride,
Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste Is gall and wormwood to an enemy.
With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, When the whole host of hatred stood hard by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously. To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled
XLV. With a sedate and all-enduring eye;
He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child, The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled. He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
Though high above the sun of glory glow,
And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Ambition steel'd thee on too far to show
Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow That just habitual scorn, which could contemn Contending tempests on his naked head, Men and their thoughts; 'twas wise to feel, not so
And thus reward the toils which to those summits To wear it ever on thy lip and brow,
led. And spurn the instruments thou wert to use
XLVI. Till they were turn'd unto thine overthrow :
Away with these! true Wisdom's world will be 'Tis but a worthless world to win or lose ;
Within its own creation, or in thine,
Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ?
Tliere Harold gazes on a work divine,
A blending of all beauties; streams and dells, Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, corn-field, mountain, Such scorn of man had help'd to brave the shock ; vine, But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne,
kind of his want of all community of feeling for or Their adiniration thy best weapon shone ;
with them; perhaps more offensive to human vanity
than the active cruelty of more trembling and suspiThe part of Philip's son was thine, not then
cious tyranny. Such were his speeches to public (Unless aside thy purple had been thrown) assemblies as well as individuals; and the single ex. Like stern Diogenes to mock at men;
pression which he is said to have used on retuming
to Paris after the Russian winter had destroyed his For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.*
army, rubbing his hands over a fire, this is
pleasanter than Moscow,' would probably alienate * The great error of Napoleon, if we have writ inore favour from his cause than the destruction and our annals true,' was a continued obtrusion ou man-reverses which led to the remark.
And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells But o'er the blacken'd memory's blighting dream From grey but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly Thy waves would rainly roll, all sweeping as they dwells.
Yet not insensible to all which here
Awoke the jocund birds to early song Or holding dark communion with the cloud. In glens which might have made even exile dear: There was a day when they were young and Though on his brow were graven lines austere, proud,
And tranquil sternness which had ta'en the place Banners on high, and battles pass'd below; Of feelings fierier far but less severe, But they who fought are in a bloody shroud, Joy was not always absent from his face,
And those which waved are shredless dust ere now, But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient
Nor was all love shut from him, though his days Beneath these battlements, within those walls, Of passion had consumed themselves to dust. Power dwelt amidst her passions; in proud state
It is in vain that we would coldly gaze Each robber chief upheld his armed halls,
On such as smile upon us; the heart must Doing his evil will, nor less elate
Leap kindly back to kindness, though disgust Than mightier heroes of a longer date.
Hath wean'd it from all worldlings : thus he felt, What want these outlaws conquerors should have For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust But History's purchased page to call them great ? In one fond breast, to which his own would melt, A wider space, an ornamented grave?
And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt. Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full as brave.
And he had learn'd to love, I know not why, In their baronial feuds and single fields,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood, What deeds of prowess unrecorded died:
The helpless looks of blooming infancy, And Love, which lent a blazon to their shields, Even in its earliest nurture; what subdued, With emblems well devised by amorous pride,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued Through all the mail of iron hearts would glide ;
With scorn of man, it little boots to know; But still their flame was fierceness, and drew on
But thus it was; and though in solitude Keen contest and destruction near allied,
Small power the nipp'd affections have to grow, And many a tower for some fair mischief won,
In him this glow'd when all beside had ceased to Saw the discolour'd Rhine beneath its ruin run.
And there was one soft breast, as hath been said, But Thou, exulting and abounding river !
Which unto his was bound by stronger ties Making thy waves a blessing as they flow
Than the church links withal; and, though unwed, Through banks whose beauty would endure for That love was pure, and, far above disguise, ever,
Had stood the test of mortal enmities Could man but leave thy bright creation so,
Still undivided, and cemented more Nor its fair promise from the surface mow
By peril, dreaded most in female eyes ; With the sharp scythe of conflict-then to see
But this was firm, and from a foreign shore Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know
Well to that heart might his these absent greetings Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to
pour! me Even now what wants thy stream !-that it should
The castled crag of Drachenfels Lethe be.
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, LI.
Whose breast of waters broadly swells
Between the banks which bear the vine,
And hills all rich with blossom'd trees,
And fields which promise corn and wine, ranks :
# The castle of Drachenfels stands on the highest Their very graves are gone, and what are they?
summit of The Seven Mountains,' over the Rhine Thy tide wash'd down the blood of yesterday, banks; it is in ruins, and connected with some singular And all was stainless, and on thy clcar streain traditions. It is the first in view on the road from Glass'd with its dancing light the sunny ray;
Bonn, but on the opposite side of the river. On this bank, nearly facing it, are the remains of another,
called the Jew's Castle, and a large cross commemno. • What wants that knave that a king should have ?' rative of the murder of a chief by his brother. The was King James's question on meeting Johnny Arm- number of castles and cities along the course of the strong and his followers in full accoutrements.-See Rhine on both sides is very great, and their situations the Ballard.
And scatter'd cities crowning these,
LVIII. Whose far white walls along them shine,
Here Ehrenbreitstein, with her shatter'd wall Have strew'd a scene, which I should see
Black with the miner's blast, upon her tieight With double joy wert thou with me!
Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball And peasant girls, with deep-blue eyes,
Rebounding idly on her strength did light ;
A tower of victory ! from whence the flight
Of baffled foes was watch'd along the plain: Above, the frequent feudal towers
But Peace destroy'd what War could never Through green leaves lift their walls of grey,
blight, And many a rock which steeply lours,
And laid those proud roofs bare to Summers And noble arch in proud decay,
rainLook o'er this vale of vintage bowers;
On which the iron shower for years had pour'd
in vain. But one thing want these banks of Rhine,Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
LIX. I send the lilies given to me;
Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long, de. Though long before thy hand they touch,
lighted, I know that they must wither'd be,
The stranger fain would linger on his way!
Thine is a scene alike where souls united
Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray;
And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey And guide thy soul to mine even here, 1
On self-condenining bosoms, it were here,
Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay,
Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere,
Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year. The river nobly foams and hows,
Adieu to thee again ! a vain adieu !
There can be no farewell to scene like thine ; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
The mind is coloured by thy every hue; Through life to dwell delighted here;
And if reluctantly the eyes resign Nor could on earth a spot be found
Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine! To nature and to me so dear,
: 'Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise : Could thy dear eyes in following mine
More mighty spots may rise-more glaring shine. Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine !
But none unite in one attaching maze
The brilliant, fair, and soft ;-the glories of cld days L.VI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground,
Republic) still remains as described. The inscrip
tions on his monument are rather too long, and not There is a small and simple pyramid,
required-his name was enough, France adored, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound; and her enemies admired; both wept over him. His Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid,
funeral was attended by the generals and detacij: Our enemy's.--but let not that forbid
ments from both armies. In the same grave Generi
Hoche is interred, a gallant man also in every sense Honour to Marceau! o'er whose carly tomb of the word; but though he distinguished himself Tears, big tears, gush'd from the rough soldier's greatly, in battle, he had not the good fortune to die
there : his death was attended by suspicions of poison. lid,
A separate monument (not over his body, which is Lamenting and yet envying such a doom, buried by Marceau's) is raised for him near AnderFalling for France, whose rights he battled to nach, opposite to which one of his most memorable
exploits was performed, in throwing a bridge to an resume.
island on the Rhine. The shape and style are difLVII.
ferent from that of Marceau's, and the inscription Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,-more simple and pleasing: The Army of the Sambre
and Meuse to its Commander-in-Chief, Hoche.' This His mourners were two hosts, his friends and is all, and as it should be. Hoche was esteemed foes ;
among the first of France's earlier generals, before And fitly may the stranger lingering here
Bonaparte monopolized her triumphs. He was the Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose ;
destined commander of the invading army of Ireland.
• Ehrenbreitstein, i.e. 'the broad stone of honour, For he was Freedom's champion, one of those, one of the strongest fortresses in Europe, was disThe few in number, who had not o'erstept mantled and blown up by the French at the truce of
Leoben. It had been, and could only be, reduced The charter to chastise which she bestows
by famine or treachery. It yielded to the former, On such as wield her weapons; he had kept aided by surprise. After having seen the fortficaThe whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him tions of Gibraltar and Malta, it did not much strike
by comparison; but the situation is commanding. wept.
General Marceau besieged it in vain for some time :
and I slept in a room where I was shown a window at The monument of the young and lamented which he is said to have been standing, observing the General Marceau (killed by a rifle-ball at Alterkirchen progress of the siege by moonlight, when a ball on the last day of the fourth year of the French struck immediately below it.