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possess, ? Perhaps connected with that immediately preceding.-ED.
God save our Queen !
God save the Queen !
AN ODE: TO THE ASSERTORS Be her eternal throne
ARISE, arise, arise !
There is blood on the earth that Canopied seats of gold ;
denies ye bread; She sits enthroned of old
Be your wounds like eyes
To weep for 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,
Be the cold chains shaken
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,
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
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 !
| Peace! the abyss is wreathed with scorn
At your presumption, atom-born !
What is heaven? and what are ye
Who its brief expanse inherit ?
What are suns and spheres which flee
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.
ODE TO THE WEST WIND1
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
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!
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,