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Wilder her enemies
In their own dark disguise,

God save our Queen !
All earthly things that dare
Her sacred name to bear,
Strip them, as kings are, bare ;

God save the Queen !

AN ODE: TO THE ASSERTORS Be her eternal throne

Built in our hearts alone
God save the Queen !

ARISE, arise, arise !
Let the oppressor hold

There is blood on the earth that Canopied seats of gold ;

denies ye bread; She sits enthroned of old

Be your wounds like eyes
O'er our hearts Queen.

To weep for the dead, the dead,

the dead.

What other grief were it just to pay ? VI

Your sons, your wives, your brethren, Lips touched by seraphim

were they ; Breathe out the choral hymn

Who said they were slain on the battle "God save the Queen!”

day? Sweet as if angels sang,

Awaken, awaken, awaken ! Loud as that trumpet's clang

Thc slave and the tyrant are twinWakening the world's dead gang,

born foes;
God save the Queen !

Be the cold chains shaken
To the dust where your kindred

repose, repose : SONNET : ENGLAND IN 1819 Their bones in the grave will start and

move, As old, mad, blind, despised, and dying When they hear the voices of those they

love, Princes, the dregs of their dull race, Most loud in the holy combat above.

who flow Through public scorn, -mud from a Wave, Wave high the banner! muddy spring,-

When Freedom is riding to conRulers who neither see, nor feel, nor

quest by : know,

Though the slaves that san her But leech-like to their fainting country | Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh cling,

for sigh. Till they drop, blind in blood, without And ye who attend her imperial car, a blow,

Lift not your hands in the banded war, A people starved and stabbed in the But in her defence whose children ye untilled field,

are. An army, which liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who Glory, glory, glory, wield

To those who have greatly suffered Golden and sanguine laws which tempt

and done! and slay ;

Never name in story Religion Christless, Godless-a book Was greater than that which ye shall sealed ;

have won. A Senate, – Time's worst statute unre. Conquerors have conquered their foes pealed,

alone, Are graves, from which a glorious Whose revenge, pride, and power they Phantom may

have overthrown : Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day. Ride ye, more victorious, over your own,

king, —

pine :

Bind, bind every brow

| And swist stars with flashing tresses ; With crownals of violet, ivy, and And icy moons most cold and bright,

And mighty suns beyond the night, Hide the blood-stains now

Atoms of intensest light. With hues which sweet nature has made divine :

Even thy name is as a god, Green strength, azure hope, and eter- Heaven! for thou art the abode nity :

Of that power which is the glass
But let not the pansy among them be; Wherein man his nature sees.
Ye were injured, and that means Generations as they pass

Worship thee with bended knees.

Their unremaining gods and they

Like a river roll away :

Thou remainest such alway.

Gather, O gather,

Second Spirit Foeman and friend in love and peace!

Thou art but the mind's first chamber, Waves sleep together

Round which its young fancies clamber, When the blasts that called them to

Like weak insects in a cave, battle, cease.

Lighted up by stalactites; For sangless Power grown tame and!

But the portal of the grave, mild

Where a world of new delights Is at play with Freedom's fearless

Will make thy best glories seem

But a dim and noonday gleam The dove and the serpent reconciled !

From the shadow of a dream !


Thiri Spirit

| Peace! the abyss is wreathed with scorn

At your presumption, atom-born !

What is heaven? and what are ye

Who its brief expanse inherit ?
First Spirit

What are suns and spheres which flee
PALACE-Roof of cloudless nights! With the instinct of that spirit
Paradise of golden lights!

Of which ye are but a part? Deep, immeasurable, vast,

Drops which Nature's mighty heart Which art now, and which wert Drives through thinnest veins ! Dethen

part! Of the present and the past, Of the eternal where and when,

What is heaven? a globe of dew, Presence-chamber, temple, home,

Filling in the morning new Ever-canopying dome,

Some eyed flower whose young leaves Of acts and ages yet to come!


On an unimagined world : Glorious shapes have lise in thee,

Constellated suns unshaken, Earth, and all eartli's company; Orbits measureless, are furled

Living globes which ever throng In that frail and fading sphere, Thy deep chasms and wildernesses ; With ten millions gathered there,

And green worlds that glide along ; ! To tremble, gleam, and disappear.


Shook from the tangled boughs of

Heaven and Ocean,


() Wild West Wind, thou breath of Angels of rain and lightning: there are Autumn's being,

spread Thou, from whose unseen presence the On the blue surface of thine airy surge, leaves dead

Like the bright hair uplifted from the Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter head fleeing,

Of some fierce Mænad, even from the Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic dim verge red,

Of the horizon to the zenith's height Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 0 thou, | The locks of the approaching storm. Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed Thou dirge The winged seeds, where they lie cold of the dying year, to which this closing and low,

night Each like a corpse within its grave, Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, until

Vaulted with all thy congregated might Thine azure sister of the spring shall Dlow

Of vapours, from whose solid atmos

phere Iler clarion o'er the dreaming earth, Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: and fill

Oh hear! (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed

in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill:

| Thou who didst waken from his summer

dreams Wild Spirit, which art moving every. The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, where;

Lulled by the coil of his crystalline Destroyer and preserver; hear, Oh streams, hear! II

Beside a pumice isle in Baia's bay, Thou on whose stream, ʼmid the steep

| And saw in sleep old palaces and sky's commotion,

| Quivering within the wave's intenser Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves

day, are shed, 1 This poem was conceived and chiefly written A overgrown with azure moss and in a wood that skirts the Arno, near Florence,

flowers and on a day when that tempestuous wind, whose temperature is at once mild and animat.

So sweet, the sense saints picturing them! ing, was collecting the vapours which pour down

Thou the autumnal rains. They began, as I foresaw, | For whose path the Atlantic's leve! at sunset with a violent tempest of hail and rain, attended by that magnificent thunder and light.

powers ning peculiar to the Cisalpine regions.

The phenomenon alluded to at the conclusion Cleave themselves into chasms, while of the third stanza is well known to naturalists. The vegetation at the bottom of the sca, of

far below rivers, and of lakes, sympathises with that the sea-blooms and the cozy woods of the land in the change of seasons, and is

which wear consequently influenced by the winds which announce it.

| The sapless foliage of the ocean, know


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Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with Scatter, as from an unextinguished fear,

hearth And tremble and despoil themselves : Ashes and sparks, my words among Oh hear!

mankind !

Be through my lips to unawakened IV

earth If I were a dead leal thou mightest bear;

The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind, IN I were a swist cloud to fly with thee; If Winter comes, can Spring besar, A wave to pant beneath thy power, and

behind ? share

AN EXHORTATION The impulse of thy strength, only less free

CHAMELEONS feed on light and air : Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

Poets' food is love and fame : I were as in my boyhood, and could be If in this wide world of care

Poets could but find the same The comrade of thy wanderings over

With as little toil as they, heaven,

Would they ever change their hue As then, when to outstrip thy skiey

As the light chameleons do, speed

Suiting it to every ray Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er

Twenty times a day? have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore

Poets are on this cold earth,

| As chameleons might be, need.

| Hidden from their early birth Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

In a cave beneath the sea; I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed !

: | Where light is, chameleons change: A heavy weight of hours has chained and! Where love is not, poets do: bowed

Fame is love disguised: if sew One too like thee: tameless, and swift, | Find either never think it strange and proud.

That poets range.

Yet dare not stain with wealth or power Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: A poet's free and heavenly mind: What if my leaves are falling like its | If bright chameleons should devour own!

Any food but beams and wind, The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

| They would grow as earthly soon

| As their brother lizards are. Will take froin both a deep, autumnal Children of a sunnier star, tone,

Spirits from beyond the moon, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Oh refuse the boon!

spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

THE INDIAN SERENADE Drive my dead thoughts over the uni.

verse Like withered leaves to quicken a new I ARISE from dreams of thee birth!

In the first sweet sleep of night, And, by the incantation of this verse, I When the winds are breathing low,

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