That host, -as huge and strong as e'er defied He smote the blossoms of the warlike youth; He called on Frost's inexorable tooth Life to consume in manhood's firmest hold; Nor spared the reverend blood that feebly runs; And sacred home-ah, why should hoary age be bold? Fleet the Tartar's reinless steed, But fleeter far the pinions of the wind, Which from Siberia's caves the monarch freed, No pitying voice commands a halt,— VIII. SONNET ON THE SAME OCCASION. FEBRUARY 1816. YE storms, resound the praises of your king! And loud and long of Winter's triumph sing! Sing ye, with blossoms crowned, and fruits and flowers, And the dire flapping of his hoary wing! Knit the blithe dance upon the soft green grass, With feet, hands, eyes, looks, lips, report your gain; And to the aërial zephyrs as they pass, That old decrepit Winter-he hath slain That host which rendered all your beauties vain! IX. ON THE DISINTERMENT OF THE REMAINS OF THE DUKE D'ENGHIEN DEAR reliques! from a pit of vilest mould In a blind worship-men perversely bold By aught surrendered from the hollow grave: X. ODE. WHO rises on the banks of Seine, And binds her temples with the civic wreath? And twinkling in the light, And stands on tiptoe, conscious she is fair, But she through many a change of form hath gone, Whose panoply is not a thing put on, But the live scales of a portentous nature, That, having wrought its way from birth to birth, Stalks round-abhorred by Heaven, a terror to the earth. I marked the breathings of her dragon crest; So did she daunt the earth, and God defy! 254 From shades-her chosen place of short-lived rest, Is this the only change that Time can show? How long shall vengeance sleep? Ye patient heavens, Of nations wanting virtue to be strong And daring not to feel the majesty of right! Weak spirits are there who would ask, Of herbs and lovely flowers, That man may be accomplished for a task In worse than former helplessness, and lie [him. The same weak wish returns-that had before deceived But Thou, supreme Disposer! mightst not speed The course of things, and change the creed Which hath been held aloft before man's sight, Since the first forming of societies! Whether, as bards have told in ancient song, Built up by soft seducing harmonies,- XI. ELEGIAC VERSES. FEBRUARY 1816. "REST, rest, perturbed Earth! O rest, thou doleful mother of mankind!" A spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the wind; "From regions where no evil thing has birth I come thy stains to wash away, Thy cherished fetters to unbind, To open thy sad eyes upon a milder day! -The heavens are thronged with martyrs that have risen The penal caverns groan With tens of thousands rent from off the tree Unpitied havoc-victims unlamented! But not on high, where madness is resented, The choirs of angels spread triumphantly augmented. "False parent of mankind! I sprinkle thee with soft celestial dews, Scattering this far-fetched moisture from my wings, Of which the rivers in their secret springs, Shall be attended with a bolder prayer- Be chained for ever to the black abyss ! The spirit ended his mysterious rite, Poems on the Naming of Places. ADVERTISEMENT. By persons resident in the country and attached to rural objects, many places will be found unnamed or of unknown names, where little incidents will have occurred, or feelings been experienced, which will have given to such places a private and peculiar interest. From a wish to give some sort of record to such incidents, or renew the gratification of such feelings, names have been given to places by the author and some of his friends, and the following poems written in consequence. I. Ir was an April morning: fresh and clear Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice Of waters which the winter had supplied Was softened down into a vernal tone. The spirit of enjoyment and desire, And hopes and wishes, from all living things Of various green were hind'rances that stood Yet leafless, seemed as though the countenance That could not cease to be. Green leaves were here; "Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild nook, My Emma, I will dedicate to thee." -Soon did the spot become my other home, My dwelling, and my out-of-doors abode. And, of the shepherds who have seen me there, Have told this fancy, two or three, perhaps, II. TO JOANNA. AMID the smoke of cities did you pass Your time of early youth; and there you learned, The living beings by your own fire-side With such a strong devotion, that your heart Is slow towards the sympathies of them Who look upon the hills with tenderness, And make dear friendships with the streams and groves Yet we, who are transgressors in this kind, Dwelling, retired in our simplicity, Among the woods and fields, we love you well, |