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And would be all or nothing—nor could wait
Without an ark for wretched man's abode,
1 What from this barren being do we reap ?
Lest their own judgments should become too bright, And their free thoughts be crimes, and earth have too
And thus they plod in sluggish misery,
Within the same arena where they see
I speak not of men's creeds--they rest between
1 An eloquent summary of the causes of human error. These causes of error are well summarised by Bacon in • Adv. of Learning.'
And the intent of tyranny avowed,
of him who humbled once the proud, And shook them from their slumbers on the throne; Too glorious, were this all his mighty arm had done.
Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,
On infant Washington ?3 Has Earth no more
But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime, And fatal have her Saturnalia” been To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime ; Because the deadly days which we have seen, And vile Ambition, that built up between Man and his hopes an adamantine wall, And the base pageant last upon the scene, Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrall Which nips life’s tree, and dooms man's worst-his second
Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
ams like the thunder-storm against the wind ; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ;
1 The edict of Earth's rulers.] Refers to the Holy Alliance in 1815—a reaction towards the establishment of legitimate despotism. See Age of Bronze.' •D. J.' xiv. 83 : 'Ship off the Holy Three to Senegal.'
2 Columbia.] The independence of Columbia was achiered by Bolivar, 1819.
3 Washington was born in America 1732, died 1799.
4 Crime.] And no greater crime than the deification of Marat by Danton—the divine Marat.'
5. Saturnalia.] The Roman holiday for slaves. A time of great licence,
Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind,
Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North ;
There is a stern round tower of other days,
What was this tower of strength ? within its cave
But who was she, the lady of the dead,
What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear ? :
What daughter of her beauties was the heir ?
Where meaner relics must not dare to rot,
Was she as those who love their lords, or they
To the soft side of the heart, or wisely bar
2 The tomb of Cecilia Metella, d. of Metellus Creticus, and wife of the triumvir Crassus. Her sarcophagus is in the Farnese Palace at Rome.
3 Cornelia.] The great mother of the Gracchiếabout 169 B.C.and sister of Scipio Africanus the Elder,
Perchance she died in youth :1 it may be, bowed With woes far heavier than the ponderous tomb That weighed upon her gentle dust, a cloud Might gather o'er her beauty, and a gloom In her dark eye, prophetic of the doom Heaven gives its favourites—early death ; yet shed A sunset charm around her, and illume With hectic light, the Hesperus’ of the dead, Of her consuming cheek 3 the autumnal leaf-like red.
Perchance she died in age-surviving all,
Thus much alone we know-Metella died,
I know not why-but standing thus by thee
Till I had bodied forth the heated mind
And from the planks, far shattered o'er the rocks,
1 Perchance she died in youth.] • Whom the gods love die young'-a Greek gnome or aphorism.
2 Hesperus.] The evening star, premonitory of the night.
3 Hectic and consuming cheek imply consumption as the disease spoken of.
To battle with the ocean and the shocks Of the loud breakers, and the ceaseless roar Which rushes on the solitary shore Where all lies foundered that was ever dear : But could I gather from the wave-worn store Enough for my rude boat, where should I steer? There woos no home, nor hope, nor life, save what is here.1
CVI Then let the winds howl on! their harmony Shall henceforth be my music, and the night The sound shall temper with the owlets' cry, As I now hear them, in the fading light Dim o'er the bird of darkness' native site, Answering each other on the Palatine, With their large eyes, all glistening gray and bright, And sailing pinions.-Upon such a shrine What are our petty griefs ?-let me not number mine.
Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown
From her research hath been, that these are wallsBehold the Imperial Mount ! 'tis thus the mighty falls.
There is the moral of all human tales ;
barbarism at last,
| From his sensitiveness to English praise, no man could less say, . omnia mea mecum porto.
? Palatine.] The earliest site of Rome; “the Imperial Mount' (cvii. 9).
3 Freedom and then Glory.] The well-marked stages through which Rome passed.