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Yet not from Israel fled the friendly light, And every pause between, as Miriam sang, Or dark to them, or cheerless came the night, From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang, Still in their van, along that dreadful road, And loud and far their stormy chorus spread, Blazed broad and fierce the brandished torch of Shout, Israel, for the Lord bath triumphed !"
VILLE'S INSTALLATION AS CHANCELLOR. To them alone—for Misraim's wizard train Ye viewless guardians of these sacred shades,(4) Invoke for light their monster-gods in vain : Dear dreams of early song, Aonian maids ! Clouds heaped on clouds their struggling sight con- And you, illustrious dead! whose spirits speak fine,
In every flush that tints the student's cheek, And tenfold darkness broods above their line. As, wearied with the world, he seeks again Yet on they fare by reckless vengeance led, The page of better times and greater men; And range unconscious through the ocean's bed. If with pure worship we your steps pursue, Till midway now—that strange and fiery form And youth, and health, and rest forget for you, Showed his dread visage lightening through the (Whom most we serve, to whom our lamp burns storm;
bright With withering splendour blasted all their might, Through the long toils of not ingrateful night) And brake their chariot-wheels, and marred their Yet, yet be present !- Let the worldły train coursers' flight.
Mock our cheap joys, and hate our useless strain, "Fly, Misraim, fly!”—The ravenous floods they Intent on freighted wealth, or proud to rear see,
The fleece Iberian or the pampered steer ;-
Oh! welcome came the morn, where Israel stood Arise the saint, the hero, or the sage;
Upborne aloft on Plato's eagle flight,
Which Oxford honours, and which Grenville The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound:
loves ! And in fierce joy, no more by doubt supprest, -On, eloquent and firm!—whose warning high The struggling spirit throbbed in Miriam's breast. Rebuked the rising surge of anarchy, She, with bare arms, and fixing on the sky, When, like those brethren stars to seamen known, The dark transparence of her lucid eye, In kindred splendour Pitt and Grenville shone; Poured on the winds of heaven her wild sweet har- On in thy glorious course! not yet the wave mony.
Has ceased to lash the shore, nor storm forgot to " Where now," she sang,
" the tall Egyptian spear?
Go on! and oh, while adverse factions raise “On's sunlike shield, and Zoan's chariot, where? To thy pure worth involuntary praise ; "Above their ranks the whelming waters spread. While Gambia's swarthy tribes thy mercies bless, "Shout, Israel, for the Lord has triumphed !"And from thy counsels date their happiness;
Say, (for thine Isis yet recalls with pride
AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL. Thy youthful triumphs by her leafy side,) Say, hast thou scorned, mid pomp, and wealth,
OUR task is done! on Gunga's breast(6)
The sun is sinking down to rest; The sober transports of a studious hour?—
And moored beneath the tamarind bough, No, statesman, no !-thy patriot fire was fed
Our bark has found its harbour now. From the warm embers of the mighty dead;
With furled sail and painted side, And thy strong spirit's patient grasp combined
Behold the tiny frigate ride. The souls of ages in a single mind.
Upon her deck, 'mid charcoal gleams, -By arts like these, amidst a world of foes,
The Moslems' savoury supper steams, Eye of the earth, th’ Athenian glory rose ;
While all apart, beneath the wood, Thus, last and best of Romans, Brutus shone;
The Hindoo cooks his simpler food. Our Somers thus, and thus our Clarendon ;
Come walk with me the jungle through;
The tiger holds his solitude;
The thunders of the English gun,)
A dreadful guest but rarely seen,
Returns to scare the village green.
Can shelter in so cool a brake:
Child of the sun! he loves to lie
'Mid nature's embers parched and dry,
Where o'er some tower in ruin laid,
The peepul spreads its haunted shade,
Or round a tomb his scales to wreathe, For manly beauty decked his form,
Fit warder in the gate of death! His bright eye beamed with mental power ;
Come on! yet pause! behold us now Resistless as the winter storm,
Beneath the bamboo's arched bough, Yet mild as summer's mildest shower. Where gemming of that sacred gloom,
Glows the geranium's scarlet bloom, In war's hoarse rage, in ocean's strife,
And winds our path through many a bower For skill, for force, for mercy known;
Of fragrant tree and giant flower; Still prompt to shield a comrade's life,
The ceiba's crimson pomp displayed And greatly careless of his own.
O'er the broad plaintain's humbler shade,
And dusk anana's prickly blade;
While o'er the brake, so wild and fair,
The betel waves his crest in air.
With pendent train and rushing wings,
Aloft the gorgeous peacock springs; But hast thou known a father's care,
And he, the bird of hundred dyes,(7) Who sorrowing sent thee forth to sea; Whose plumes the dames of Ava prize. Poured for thy weal th' unceasing prayer,
So rich a shade, so green a sod, And thought the sleepless night on thee? Our English fairies never trod;
Yet who in Indian bower has stood, Has e'er thy tender fancy flown,
But thought on England's "good green wood ?' When winds were strong and waves were high, And blessed beneath the palmy shade, Where, listening to the tempest's moan,
Her hazel and her hawthorn glade, Thy sisters heaved the anxious sigh?
And breathed a prayer, (how oft in vain!) Or, in the darkest hour of dread,
To gaze upon her oaks again? Mid war's wild din, and ocean's swell,
A truce to thought! the jackal's cry Hast mourned a hero brother dead,
Resounds like sylvan revelry;
And through the trees, yon failing ray And did that brother love thee well ?
Will scantly serve to guide our way. Then pity those whose sorrows flow
Yet, mark ! as fade the upper skies, In vain o'er Shipley's empty grave !
Each thicket opes ten thousand eyes. -Sailor, thou weep'st :-Indulge thy wo; Before, beside us, and above,
Such tears will not disgrace the brave ! - The fire-fly lights his lamp of love,
Then on! Then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still,
O'er black Almorah's hill.
That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,
Nor mild Malwah-detain,
By yonder western main.
Across the dark blue sea,
As then shall meet in thee!
Retreating, chasing, sinking, soaring,
Enough, enough, the rustling trees
HAPPINESS. One morning in the month of May,
I wandered o'er the hill; Though nature all around was gay,
My heart was heavy still.
Can God, I thought, the just, the great,
These meaner creatures bless, And yet deny to man's estate
The boon of happiness ?
Ye blessed birds around,
Can bliss for man be found.
LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE,
WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA.
The birds wild carolled over head,
The breeze around me blew, And nature's awful chorus said
No bliss for man she knew.
Ir thou wert by my side, my love!
How fast would evening fail
Listening the nightingale!
My babies at my knee,
O'er Gunga's mimic sea !
When, on our deck reclined,
And woo the cooler wind.
My twilight steps I guide,
I miss thee from my side.
The lingering noon to cheer,
Thy meek attentive ear.
Beholds me on my knee,
Thy prayers ascend for me.
I questioned love, whose early ray,
So rosy bright appears,
His light was dimmed by tears.
And thus her answer gave-
Were withered in the grave !
Vice boasted loud and well,
The borrowed roses fell.
Could sooth the wounded breast;
For others' woes distressed !
I questioned virtue: virtue sighed,
No boon could she dispenseNor virtue was her name, she cried
But humble penitence.
Again, again, the pealing drum,
TO LIEUTENANT-GENERAL, SIR
ROWLAND HILL, K. B. Hill! whose high daring with renewed success Hath cheered our tardy war, what time the cloud Of expectation, dark and comfortless, Hung on the mountains; and yon factious crowd Blasphemed their country's valour, babbling loud! Then was thine arm revealed, to whose young
might, By Toulon's leaguered wall, the fiercest bowed Whom Egypt honoured, and the dubious fight Of sad Corunna's winter, and more bright Douro, and Talavera's gory bays; Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found.O still, young warrior, may thy toil-earned praise, With England's love, and England's honour
crowned, Gild with delight thy Father's latter days!
REFLECTED on the lake I love
To see the stars of evening glow; So tranquil in the heavens above,
So restless in the wave below.
Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright so e'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.
When eyes are beaming
What never tongue might tell, When tears are streaming
From their crystal cell; When hands are linked that dread to part, And heart is met by throbbing heart, Oh! bitter, bitter is the smar
Of them that bid farewell !
IMITATION OF AN ODE BY KOOD
RUT, IN HINDOOSTANEE. Ambition's voice was in mine ear, she whispered
yesterday, “How goodly is the land of Room,(9) how wide
the Russian sway! How blest to conquer either realm, and dwell
through life to come, Lulled by the harp's melodious string, cheered by
the northern drum!" But Wisdom heard; “O youth,” she said, " in
passion's fetter tied, O come and see a sight with me shall cure thee of
thy pride !" She led me to a lonely dell, a sad and shady
ground, Where many an ancient sepulchre gleamed in the
When hope is chidden
That fain of bliss would tell, And love forbidden
In the breast to dwell;
And “Here Secunder(10) sleeps," she cried ;-him to content himself with the composition of an" this is his rival's stone;
other. Of this diffidence his friends have reason And here the mighty chief reclines who reared the to complain, as it suppressed some elegant lines Median throne.(11)
of his own on the same occasion. Inquire of these, doth aught of all their ancient pomp remain,
Note 6, page 40, col. 1. Save late regret, and bitter tears for ever, and in The brave, the virtuous, and the young. vain?
Captain Conway Shipley, third son to the dean Return, return, and in thy heart engraven keep of St. Asaph, perished in an attempt to cut out an my lore;
enemy's vessel from the Tagus with the boats of The lesser wealth, the lighter load, -small blame his majesty's frigate La Nymphe, April 22, 1808, betides the poor."
in the 26th year of his age, and after nearly six
teen years of actual service; distinguished by every NOTES.
quality both of heart and head which could adorn
a man or an officer. Admiral Sir Charles Cotton, Note 1, page 38, col. 2.
and the captains of his fleet, have since erected a monument to his memory in the neighbourhood
of Fort St. Julian. Oasis. Sennaar.-Meroe.
Note 7, page 40, col. 2.
On Gunga's breast.
These lines were written at a small village on aboriginal Nubians, are so called. For their gi- in a pinnace, on his first visitation of his diocese, gantic stature, and their custom of ornamenting in August, 1824. themselves and their houses with the spoils of the elephant, see the account he gives of the person
Note 8, page 40, col. 2. and residence of one of their chiefs whom he visit
The bird of hundred dyes. ed on his departure from Ras el Feel.
“The Mucharunga—many coloured. I learned Note 3, page 38, col. 2.
at Dacca, that while we were at peace with the
Burmans, many traders used to go over all the The emerald, or whatever the ancients dignified tiful birds for the Golden Zennanah; at Ummera
eastern provinces of Bengal, buying up these beauby the name of smaragdus, is said to have been found in great quantities in the mountain now poora it was said that they were sometimes worth called Gebul Zumrud (the mount of emeralds.)
a gold mohur each." Note 4, page 39, col. 1.
Note 9, page 42, col. 2. Elim's well. It is interesting to observe with what pleasure The oriental name of the Turkish Empire. and minuteness Moses, amid the Arabian wilder
Note 10, page 43, col. 1. ness, enumerates the "twelve wells of water, and
Secunder. the “ threescore and ten palm-trees,” of Elim.
Alexander the Great.
Note 11, page 43, col. 1.
The mighty Chief who reared the Median throne. These lines were spoken (as is the custom of the university on the installation of a new chancellor) The founder of the Median throne was Kyby a young nobleman, whose diffidence induced Kaoos, or Deiioces.
The land of Room.
THE END OF HEBER'S POEMS.