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Euter BISHOP WILLI
His Majesty, if I misinterpret not. Sailing athwart St. Margaret's.
Hail, fleet herald Strafford. 'Twere politic and just of tempest! that rude pilot who shall that Williams taste
Beyond the shot of tyranny,
Beyond the curses, calumnies, and lies
Athwart its zones of tempest and of calm,
land! All sense of all distinction of all persons, Like floating Edens cradled in the All thoughts but of the service of the
Of sunset, through the distant mist of Bishop of Lincoln!
years Williams. Peace, proud hierarch! Touched by departing hope, they gleam! I know my sentence, and I own it just.
lone regions, Thou wilt repay me less than I deserve, Where power's poor dupes and victims In stretching to the utmost
yet have never Propitiated the savage fear of kings With purest blood of noblest hearts;
whose dew SCENE IV.-HAMPDEN, PYM, CROM,
Is yet unstained with tears of those who well, his Daughter, and young Sir HARRY VANE.
To weep each day the wrongs on which Hampden, England, farewell! thou
it dawns; who hast been my cradle, Whose sacred silent air owns yet no Shalt never be my dungeon or my grave! echo I held what I inherited in thee, Of formal blasphemies; nor impious As pawn for that inheritance of freedom
rites Which thou hast sold for thy despoiler's Wrest man's free worship, from the God smile:
who loves, How can I call thee England, or my To the poor worm who envies us his country?—
love! Does the wind hold ?
Receive, thou young of Paradise, Vane.
The vanes sit steady | These exiles from the old and sinsul Upon the Abbey towers. The silver world!
lightnings Of the evening star, spite of the city's This glorious clime, this firmament, smoke,
whose lights Tell that the north wind reigns in the Dart mitigated influence through their upper air.
veil Tark too that flock of fleecy-winged Of pale blue atmosphere; whose tears clouds
The pavement of this moist all-feeding The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
“There was no leaf upon the forest bare, Repelling invasion from the sacred
No flower upon the ground, towers,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound. **
THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE
Of glory and of good, the Sun sprang To which the eagle spirits of the free, L forth Which range through heaven and earth, | Rejoicing in his splendour, and the and scorn the storm
mask of time, and gaze upon the light of of darkness fell from the awakened truth,
EarthReturn to brood on thoughts that cannot
| The smokeless altars of the mountain die And cannot be repelled.
Flamed above crimson clouds, and at Like eaglets floating in the heaven of
the birth time, They soar above their quarry, and shall of light, the Ocean's orison arose, stoop
To which the birds tempered their Through palaces and temples thunder
matin lay. proof.
All flowers in field or forest which an.
close SCENE V.
Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of Archy. I'll go live under the ivy day, that overgrows the terrace, and count Swinging their censers in the element, the tears shed on its old roots as the With orient incense lit by the new ray [wind) plays the song of
Burned slow and inconsumably, and “ A widow bird sate mourning
sent Upon a wintry bough."
Their odorous sighs up to the smiling [Sings]
air; Heigho! the lark and the owl !
And, in succession due, did continent, One fies the morning, and one lulls the night:
Isle, ocean, and all things that in them Only the nightingale, poor fond soul,
wear Sings like the fool through darkness The form and character of mortal mouli, and light.
| Rise as the Sun their father rose, to
bear “A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Their portion of the toil, which he of Upon a wintry bough;
Took as his own, and then imposed on Thick strewn with summer dust, and a them:
great stream But I, whom thoughts which must re. Of people there was hurrying to and main untold
Numerous as gnats upon the evening Had kept as wakeful as the stars that
gleam, gem The cone of night, now they were laid | All hastening onward, yet none seemed asleep
to know Stretched my faint limbs beneath the Whither he went, or whence he came, hoary stem
or why Which an old chestnut Aung athwart | He made one of the multitude, and so the steep
Was borne amid the crowd, as through Of a green Apennine : before me fled T
the sky The night; behind me rose the day; one of the million leaves of summer's the deep
| Mixed in one mighty torrent did appear, Which was not slumber, for the shade | Some flying from the thing they feared, it spread
and some Was so transparent, that the scene came
Seeking the object of another's fear; through As clear as when a veil of light is drawn
And others as with steps towards the
tomb, O'er evening hills they glimmer; and I
Pored on the trodden worms that crawled knew
beneath, That I had felt the freshness of that | And others mournfully within the gloom
dawn, Bathed in the same cold dew my brow of their own shadow walked and called and hair,
it death; And sate as thus upon that slope of And some fled from it as it were a lawn
ghost, Under the self-same bough, and heard
and heard Half fainting in the affliction of vain
breath: as there The birds, the fountains and the ocean But more, with motions which each hold
other crost, Sweet talk in music through the en- | Pursued or shunned the shadows the amoured air,
clouds threw, And then a vision on my brain was Or birds within the noonday ether lost, rolled.
| Upon that path where flowers never As in that trance of wondrous thought
grew, — I lay,
And, weary with vain toil and saint for This was the tenour of my waking thirst, dream :
Heard not the fountains, whose melodiMethought I sate beside a public way
This walayance of
Out of their mossy cells for ever burst; The guidance of that wonder-winged Nor felt the breeze which from the
team; forest told
The shapes which drew it in thick Of grassy paths and wood-lawns inter lightnings spersed
Were lost :- I heard alone on the air's
soft stream With overarching elms and caverns cold, And violet banks where sweet dreams The music of their ever-moving wings. brood, but they
All the four faces of that charioteer Pursued their serious folly as of old. Had their eyes banded ; little profit
brings And as I gazed, methought that in the way
Speed in the van and blindness in the The throng grew wilder, as the woods
rear, of June
Nor then avail the beams that quench When the south wind shakes the extin
the sun guished day,
Or that with banded eyes could pierce And a cold glare, intenser than the the sphere noon,
Or all that is, has been or will be done ; But icy cold, obscured with blinding
So ill was the car guided-but it past light The sun, as he the stars. Like the
With solemn speed majestically on. young moon
The crowd gave way, and I arose aghast, When on the sunlit limits of the night
Or seemed to rise, so mighty was the Her white shell trembles amid crimson
trance, " | And saw, like clouds upon the thunder
blast, And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might
The million with fierce song and maniac Doth, as the herald of its coming, bear
dance The ghost of its dead mother, whose
Raging around-such seemed the jubilee
| As when to greet some conqueror's dim form Bends in dark ether from her insant's
advance chair, —
Imperial Rome poured forth her living So came a chariot on the silent storm
sea of its own rushing splendour, and a From senate - house, and forum, and Shape
theatre, So sate within, as one whom years
upon the free deform,
Had bound a yoke, which soon they Beneath a dusky hood and double cape,
stooped to bear. Crouching within the shadow of a tomb : Nor wanted here the just similitude And o'er what seemed the head a cloud- | | Of a triumphal pageant, for where'er like crape
The chariot rolled, a captive multitude Was bent, a dun and faint ethereal gloom | Was driven ;-all those who had grown Tempering the light. Upon the chariot old in power beam
Or misery, -all who had their age subA Janus-visaged Shadow did assume
By action or by suffering, and whose Throw back their heads and loose their hour
streaming hair ; Was drained to its last sand in weal or And in their dance round her who dims woe,
the sun, So that the trunk survived both fruit and flower ;
Maidens and youths Aing their wild
arms in air All those whose fame or infamy must As their feet twinkle; they recede, and grow
now Till the great winter lay the form and Bending within each other's atmosphere,
name Of this green earth with them for ever Kindle invisibly—and as they glow,low ;
Like moths by light attracted and
repelled, All but the sacred few who could not
Oft to their bright destruction come and tame Their spirits to the conquerors—but as
go, • soon
| Till like two clouds into one vale imAs they had touched the world with
pelled, living flame,
That shake the mountains when their Fled back like eagles to their native lightnings mingle noon,
And die in rain-the fiery band which Or those who put aside the diadem
held Of earthly thrones or gems...
Their natures, snaps-while the shock Were there, of Athens or Jerusalem,
still may tingle ; Were neither 'mid the mighty captives One falls and then another in the path seen,
Senseless—nor is the desolation single, Nor 'mid the ribald crowd that followed them,
Yet ere I can say where - the chariot Nor those who went before fierce and
Past over them—nor other trace I find obscene.
But as of foam after the ocean's wrath The wild dance maddens in the van, and those
Is spent upon the desert shore ;- behind, Who lead it--fleet as shadows on the Old men and women foully disarrayed, green,
Shake their gray hairs in the insulting Outspeed the chariot, and without repose Mix with each other in tempestuous | And follow in the dance, with limbs measure
decayed, To savage music, wilder as it grows,
Seeking to reach the light which leaves They, tortured by their agonising
them still pleasure,
| Farther behind and deeper in the shade. Convulsed and on the rapid whirlwinds
But not the less with impotence of will spun Of that fierce spirit, whose unholy leisure They wheel, though ghastly shadows
interpose Was soothed by mischief since the Round them and round each other, and world begun,