Few, few shall part where many meet; 179. A British War-Song. QUIT the plough, the loom, the mine; Strike, oh strike at tyranny. For our homes, our all, our name! Lo! the shades of Britons proud! § 180. The Lotos of Egypt. T. MAURICE. EMBLEM sublime of that primordial power, That brooded o'er the vast chaotic wave, Accept my duteous homage, holy flower, But from his flaming bed, refulgent, springs, And cleaves, with bolder plume, the sapphire skies. What mystic treasures in thy form conceal'd Perpetual transport to the sage supply; Where Nature, in her deep designs reveal'd, Awes wondering man, and charms th' exploring eye! In thy prolific cup and fertile seeds, Are trac'd her grand regenerative powers; Life springing warm from loath'd putrescence breeds, [flowers. And lovelier germs shoot forth, and brighter Nor food to the enlighten'd mind alone, Substantial nutriment thy root bestow'd; In famine's vulture-fangs did Egypt groan, From thy rich, bounteous horn abundance flow'd. Hence the immortal race in Thebes rever'd, Thy praise the theme of endless rapture made, Thy image on a hundred columns rear'd, And veil'd their altars with thine hallow'd shade. But, far beyond the bounds of Afric borne, Thy honors flourish'd mid Thibetian snows; Thy flowers the Lama's gilded shrine adorn, And Boodh and Bramah on thy stalk repose. Where'er fair Science dawn'd on Asia's shore, Where'er her hallow'd voice Devotion rais'd, We see thee graven on the golden ore, And on a thousand sparkling gems emblaz'd. Child of the sun, why droops thy withering head, As in thy favorite flood my limbs I lave. From Ethiopia's lofty mountains roll'd, Where Nile's proud stream through glad-With Egypt's glory is thy glory fled, While high in Leo flames thy radiant sire? den'd Egypt pours, [old, In raptur'd strains thy praise was hymn'd of And with her genius quench'd thy native fire? And still resounds on Ganges' faithful shores! For, direr than her desert's burning wind, Gaul's furious legions sweep yon ravag'd Within thy beauteous coral's full-blown bell Long since the immortals fix'd their fond abode ; There day's bright source, Osiris, lov'd to dwell, While by his side enamour'd Isis glow'd. Hence, not unconscious, to his orient beam At dawn's first blush thy radiant petals spread, Drink deep the effulgence of the solar stream, And, as he mounts, still brighter glories shed. When, at the noon-tide height, his fervid rays In a bright deluge burst on Cairo's spires, With what new lustre then thy beauties blaze, Full of the god, and radiant with his fires! Brilliant thyself, in store of dazzling white Thy sister-plants more gaudy robes unfold; This flames in purple-that, intensely bright, Amid th' illumin'd waters, burns in gold. To brave the tropic's fiery beam is thine, Till in the distant west his splendors fade; Then, too, thy beauty and thy fire decline, With morn to rise in lovelier charms array'd. Thus, from Arabia borne, on golden wings, The phoenix on the sun's bright altar dies; vale; [hind, Death stalks before, grim Famine howls beAnd screams of horror load the tainted gale. Nile's crimson'd waves with blood polluted roll; Her groves, her fanes, devouring fire con sumes; But, mark, slow-rising near the distant pole, A sudden splendor all her shores illumes. Fatal to Gaul, 'tis Britain's rising star, That in the south the bright ascendant gains, Resplendent as her Sirius shines from far, And with new fervors fires the Libyan plains. A race as Egypt's ancient warriors brave, For her insulted sons indignant glows; Defies the tropic storm, the faithless wave, And hurls destruction on their haughty foes. Exulting to his source, old Nilus hears The deep'ning thunders of the British line: Again its lovely head the Lotos rears, Again the fields in rainbow glories shine. Still wider, beauteous plant! thy leaves extend, Nor dread the eye of an admiring muse; In union with the rising song ascend, Spread all thy charms, and all thy sweets diffuse. Of that bold race beneath the Pleiads born, To chant thy praise a northern bard aspires; Nor with more ardor erst at early dawn The Theban artists smote their votive lyres. For, oh! can climes th' excursive genius bound? No; 'mid Siberia bursts the heaven-taught strain; At either pole the Muse's songs resound, And snows descend and whirlwinds rage in vain. ; Four thousand summers have thy pride survey'd, [tombs Thy Pharaohs moulder in their marble Oblivion's wings the pyramids shall shade, But thy fair family unfading blooms! Still, 'mid these ruin'd tow'rs, admir'd, rever'd, Wave high thy foliage, and secure expand; These vast, but crumbling, piles by man were rear'd; But thou wert form'd by an immortal hand! With Nature's charms alone thy charms shall fade; With Being's self thy beauteous tribe decline; Oh! living, may thy flow'rs my temple shade, And decorate, when dead, my envied shrine ! § 181. Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene. M. G. LEWIS. A WARRIOR so bold, and a virgin so bright, "And, ah!" said the youth, "since to-morrow I go, To fight in a far-distant land, He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder'd her brain, He caught her affections, so light and so vain, And carried her home as his spouse. And now had the marriage been blest by the priest, The revelry now was begun; The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feast, Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceas'd, When the bell of the castle toll'd-ONE! "Twas then with amazement fair Imogene found A stranger was placed by her side; His air was terrific, he utter'd no sound, He spoke not, he mov'd not, he look'd not around, But earnestly gaz'd on the bride. His vizor was clos'd, and gigantic his height, His armor was sable to view; All laughter and pleasure were hush'd at his The dogs, as they eyed him, drew back with sight, [affright, And the lights in the chamber burnt blue. His presence all bosoms appear'd to dismay, The guests sat in silence and fear; At length spoke the bride, while she trembled "I pray, Sir Knight, that your helmet aside you would [lay, And deign to partake of our cheer." The lady is silent-the stranger complies, And his vizor he slowly unclos'd. Oh gods! what a sight met fair Imogene's eyes, What words can express her dismay and surprise, When a skeleton's head was expos'd! All present then utter'd a terrified shout, And turn'd with disgust from the scene; The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, And sported his eyes and his temples about, Your tears for my absence soon ceasing to flow," Behold me, thou false one! behold me!" he Some other will court you, and you will bestow On a wealthier suitor your hand." “Oh, hush these suspicions," fair Imogene said, "So hurtful to love and to me; For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin that none in your stead Shall husband of Imogene be. "And ife'er for another my heart should decide, Forgetting Alonzo the Brave, God grant that, to punish my falsehood and pride, To Palestine hasten'd the warrior so bold: But scarce had a twelvemonth elaps'd, when, behold, A baron, all cover'd with jewels and gold, His treasure, his presents, his spacious domain, cried; [pride, "Behold thy Alonzo the Brave. God grants that, to punish thy falsehood and My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side, Should tax thee with perjury,claim thee as bride And bear thee away to the grave." This saying, his arms round the lady he wound, While fair Imogene shriek'd with dismay; Then sunk with his prey through the wide yawning ground; Nor ever again was fair Imogene found, Or the spectre that bore her away. Not long liv'd the baron; and none since that time To inhabit the castle presume: For chronicles tell, that, by order sublime, There Imogene suffers the pains of her crime, And mourns her deplorable doom. At midnight, four times in each year, does her sprite, When mortals in slumber are bound, Array'd in her bridal apparel of white, While they drink out of skulls newly torn Dancing round them pale spectres are seen: Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave They howl: "To the health of Alonzo the Brave, And his consort, the false Imogene." § 182. Sonnet. SHAKSPEARE. WHEN I do count the clock that tells the time, Since sweets and beauties do themselves for- And die as fast as they see others grow; defence, Save breed, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. § 183. Sonnet. SHAKSPEARE. And from the forlorn world his visage hide, 184. Sonnet. SHAKSPEARE. THUS is his cheek the map of days out-worn, 185. Sonnet. SHAKSPEARE. more strong, § 186. Sonnet. SHAKSPEARE. Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; § 187. Sonnet. DRUMMOND. brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, I long to kiss the image of my death. 188. Sonnet. DRUMMOND My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, For which be silent as in woods before: § 189. Sonnet. SIDNEY. BECAUSE I oft, in dark abstracted guise, They deem, and of their doom the rumor flies, Bends all his powers, even unto Stella's grace. § 190. Sonnet. SIDNEY. J WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies; 1 How silently, and with how wan a face! § 191. Sonnet composed upon Westminster § 192. Sonnet. The World is too much THE world is too much with us; late and soon, Little we see in Nature that is ours; §193. Sonnet. Thought of a Briton on the Two voices are there; one is of the sea, Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it $194. Sonnet. London, 1802. Wordsworth. sea; Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, $195 Sonnet. BOWLES Promis'd, methought, long days of bliss sincere? Most like soft music that might sometimes cheat of Hope. Of love and social scenes it seem'd to speak, slope Might walk with peace, and cheer the tranquil| Ah me! the prospect sadden'd as she sung; She cried, "No peace be thine: away, away!" 196. Sonnet. BOWLES. As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds, §197. Sonnet. At a Convent. BOWLES. Should ask who sleeps beneath this lonely bed, Of ruthless love: yet still her look serene As the pale moonlight in the midnight aisle. Her voice was soft, which yet a charm could Like that which spoke of a departed friend, rest. § 198. Sonnet. BOWLES. O TIME, thou know'st a lenient hand to lay § 199. Sonnet. BOWLES. EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend, The lonely battlement, and farthest hill Retiring, wander mid thy lonely haunts Should smile like you, and perish as they smile! $200. Sonnet. Dover Cliffs. BOWLES. To-morrow; of the friends he lov'd most dear; Soon would he quell the risings of his heart, $201. Sonnet. On the Rhine. BOWLES. (Hung with the blushes of the bending vine) spire, [slow. Mid the bright landscape's tract, unfolding Here, dark with furrow'd aspect, like despair, Hangs the bleak cliff; there, on the wood land's side, [tide; The shadowy sunshine pours its streaming $202. Sonnet. LAMB. O! I could laugh to hear the midnight wind, That, rushing on its way with careless sweep, And I could weep Scatters the ocean waves. Like to a child. For now, to my raised mind Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a On wings of winds comes wild-eyed Phantasy And her rude visions give severe delight. cure! |