But if that spirit in his soul had place, And all that Englishmen enjoy and boast; He had no party's rage, no sectary's whim, Christian and countryman was all with him: True to his church he came; no Sunday shower Kept him at home in that important hour; In times severe, when many a sturdy swain Felt it his pride, his comfort, to complain; Isaac their wants would soothe, his own would hide, And feel in that his comfort and his pride. 6 And they are just ;—when young we give you all, Such were his thoughts, and so resigned he grew; Daily he placed the workhouse in his view; But came not there, for sudden was his fate; He dropped, expiring at his cottage gate. I feel his absence in the hours of prayer, Nor the pure faith, to give it force, are there: See also THE POORHOUSE (from The Village'—Book I.) 'Theirs is a house'-'can't deny.' . . . 'Here, on a matted flock'wears a smile.'. . . 'Now once again'- - the best of tyrants thou!' A STORM ON THE EAST COAST (from The Borough'-LETTER I.) 'View now the winter storm'- 'more to-night.' THE FOUNDER OF THE ALMSHOUSE (from The Borough'—LETTER A prince, who speaks no English, spares Bold Nairn's unshrinking head to give, Stanhope, in generous anger loud, Swore that his friend should live ; That neither title, pension, place, nor star, Should buy, from him, that head for Temple Bar. Sleek Walpole strove in vain to bring His bribes to bear; in vain the lout, Whom Whigs now call an English king, Threw German oaths about. Back from the fields of boyhood came The past, with all its hopes, once more; As, where the yellow river-lilies float, Once more he sees two lads, at eve, Who dream of glory, side by side; Too loving then to hide. And, rapt into the future, talk, To future sorrow blind : Then pale that well-known face seemed hovering nigh, And blood drops fell, as some one raised it high. 'I brook on this point no control,' To slay my earliest friend? our names Together at my dame's; Half of my past is his, half his is mine; When that word thundered through the throng Of supple slaves, they could not choose; A soldier-statesman he, too strong For clerks like them to lose. So Walpole, with the heart of stone, Our turn will come-we must not then forget 50 60 70 THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS [During the Chinese war some Sikhs and a private of the Buffs, named Moyse, in charge of the grog-carts, fell into the hands of the Chinese. Being ordered to prostrate themselves before the authorities, Moyse refused to bow before any Chinaman alive. He was immediately killed and thrown on to a dunghill.] LAST night among his fellow-roughs To-day beneath the foeman's frown Poor, reckless, rude, low-born, untaught, A heart with English instinct fraught Ay, tear his body limb from limb, He only knows that not through him * Lord Elgin was British Ambassador at Pekin in 1860. Far Kentish hop-fields round him seemed, The smoke above his father's door Yes, honour calls! with strength like steel, Let dusky Indians whine and kneel An English lad must die! And thus with eyes that would not shrink, Vain, mightiest fleets of iron framed, Who died as firm as Sparta's king, See also THE LOSS OF THE BIRKENHEAD 20 330 40 10 20 30 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE (1795-1820) FROM LINTON'S POETRY OF AMERICA.' WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, And set the stars of glory there; Majestic monarch of the cloud! Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest-trumpings loud, And see the lightning-lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven!— Child of the sun! to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free, Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance; And when the cannon-mouthings loud Heave in wild wreaths the battle-shroud, And gory sabres rise and fall, Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, Then shall thy meteor-glances glow, And cowering foes shall sink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death. Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendours fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? MICHAEL DRAYTON (1563-1631) THE BALLAD OF AGINCOURT FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance But putting to the main At Caux, the mouth of Seine, Landed King Harry. And taking many a fort, In happy hour; Skirmishing day by day With those that stopped his way Where the French general lay With all his power. JOHN DRYDEN (1631-1701) ALEXANDER'S FEAST Timotheus, placed on high With flying fingers touched the lyre: The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, And seems to shake the spheres. Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain.] Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; He sung Darius great and good, And weltering in his blood; The various turns of chance below; And tears began to flow. [The mighty master smiled, to see Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the goods the gods provide thee! The many rend the skies with loud applause; So Love was crowned, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, Sighed and looked, and sighed again: At length, with love and wine at once oppressed The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast.] 80 70 |