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Does yet the unheard-of Vessel ride the wave?
Or is she swallowed up, remote from ken
Of pitying human-nature ? Once again
| Meihinks that we shall hail thee, Champion brave,

Redeemed to baftle that imperial Slave,
And through all Europe cheer desponding men
With new-born hope. Unbounded is the might
Of martyrdom, and fortitude, and right.
Hark, bow thy Country triumphs !--Smilingly
The Eternal looks upon her sword that gleams,
Like his own lightning, over mountains high,
Oa rampart, and the banks of all her streams.

What hope, what joy can sunshine bring to thee,
Or the soft breezes from the Atlantic sea,
The dews of morn, or April's tender shower!
Stroke merciful and welcome would that be
Which should extend thy branches on the ground,
If never more within their shady round
Those lofty-minded Lawgivers shall meet,
Peasant and Lord, in their appointed seat,
Guardians of Biscay's ancient liberty.

NDIGNATION OF A HIGH-MINDED SPANIARD.

Ix due observance of an ancient rite,
The rude Biscayans, when their Children lie
Dead in the sinless time of infancy,
Attire the peaceful Corse in vestments white;
And, in like sign of cloudless triumph bright,
They bind the unoffeading Creature's brows
With happy garlands of the pure white rose :
This done, a feslal Company unile
In choral song; and, while the uplifted Cross
Of Jesus goes before, the Child is borne
Uncovered to bis grave. Her piteous loss
The lonesome Mother cannot choose but mourn;
1 Yet sooo by Christian faith is grief subdued,
And joy attends upon her fortitude.

1810.
We can endure that He should waste our lands,
Despoil our temples, and by sword and flame
Return us to the dust from which we came;
Such food a Tyrant's appetite demands:
And we can brook the thought that by his hands
Spain may be overpowered, and he possess,
For his delight, a solemn wilderness,
Where all the Brave lie dead. But when of bands,
Which he will break for us, he dares to speak,
Of benefits, and of a future day
When our enlightened minds shall bless his sway,
Then, the strained heart of fortitude proves weak;
Our groans, our blushes, our pale cheeks declare
That he has power to inflict what we lack strength to bear.

FEELINGS OF A NOBLE BISCAYAN Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind

In men of low degree, all smooth pretence!
AT ONE OF THESE FUNERALS. 1810

I better like a blunt indifference
Yrr, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes

And self-respecting slowness, disinclined With firmer soul, yet labour to regain

To win me at first sight: and be there joined Our ancient freedom; else 't were worse than vain Patience and temperance with this high reserve, To gather round the Bier these festal shows.

Honour that knows the path and will not swerve; A garland fashioned of the pure white rose

Affections, which, if put to proof, are kind; Becomes not one whose Father is a Slave :

And piety tow'rds God. Such Meu of old Oh, bear the Infant covered to his Grave!

Were England's native growth; and, throughout Spain, These vencrable mountains now enclose

Forests of such do at this day remain; A People suok in apathy and fear.

Then for that Country let our hopes be bold; If this endure, farewell, for us, all good!

For matched with these shall policy prove vain,
The awful light of heavenly Innocence

Her arts, her strength, her iron, and her gold.
Will fail to illuminate the Infant's bier;
And guilt and shame, from whicb is no defence,
Desceod on all that issues from our blood.

1810.
O'ERWeening Statesmen have full long relied

On fleets and armies, and external wealth:
THE OAK OF GUERNICA.

But from within proceeds a Nation's bealth;

Which shall not fail, though poor men cleave with pride The ancient oak of Guernica, says Laborde io his account of Biscay. To the paternal floor; or turn aside,

in a test venerable natural monument. Ferdinand and Isabella, lo che thronged City, from the walks of gain,
in the year 14-6, after bearing mass in the Church of Santa Ma- As being all unworthy to detain
ria de la Antigua, repaired to this tree, under which they sworo

A Soul by contemplation sanctified.
to the Biscayans to maintain their fueros (privileges). What
other interest belongs to it in tbe minds of this people will ap- There are who cannot languish in this strife,
pear from the following

Spaniards of every rank, by whom the good
SUPPOSED ADDRESS OF TAE SAME. 1810.

of such high course was felt and understood;

Who to their Country's cause have bound a life, Ook of Guernica! Tree of holier power

Erewhile by solemn consecration given Than that which in Dodopa did enshrine

To labour, and to prayer, to pature, and to heaven.' (So faith too fondly dcemned) a voice divine, Heard from the depths of its aerial bower,

"See Laborde's Character of the Spanish People: from him the How canst thou flourish at this blighting hour?

sentiment of these last two lines is taken.

THE FRENCH AND THE SPANISH GUERILLAS. Nor, louched with due abhorrence of their guilt

For whose dire ends tears flow, and blood is spilt, Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast

And justice labours in extremity,
From bleak hill-iop, and length of march by night Forget thy weakness, upon which is built,
Through heavy swamp, or over snow-clad height, O wretched Man, the throne of Tyranny!
These hardships ill sustained, these dangers past,
The roving Spanish Bands are reached at last,
Charged, and dispersed like foam: but as a flight

THE FRENCH ARMY IN RUSSIA. 1812-13.
Of scattered quails by signs do reunite,
So these, -and, heard of once again, are chased

Humanity, delighting to behold With combinations of long-practised art

A fond reflection of her own decay, And newly-kindled hope; but they are fled,

Hath painted Winter like a Traveller-old, Gone are they, viewless as the buried dead;

Propped on a staff--and, through the sullen day, Where now? — Their sword is at the Foeman's heart! In hooded mantle, limping o'er the Plain, And thus from year to year his walk they thwart,

As though his weakness were disturbed by pain: And hang like dreams around his guilty bed.

Or, if a juster fancy should allow
An undisputed symbol of command,

The chosen sceptre is a witbered bough,
SPANISH GUERILLAS. 1811.

Infirmly grasped within a palsied hand.

These emblems suit the helpless and forlorn,
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led,

But mighty Winter the device shall scorn.
Shirink not, though far outnumbered by their Foes :
For they have learnt to open and to close

For he it was-dread Winter! who beset,
The ridges of grim War; and at their head

Flinging round van and rear his ghastly pet, Are Captains such as erst their Country bred

That lost, —when from the regions of the Pole Or fostered, self-supported Chiefs, - like those

They shrunk, insane ambition's barren goal, Whom hardy Rome was fearful to oppose,

That lost, as huge and strong as e'er defied Whose desperate shock the Carthaginian tled.

Their God, and placed their trust in human pride! Ja one who lived unknown a Shepherd's life

As fathers persecule rebellious sons, Redoubted Viriatus breathes again;

He smote the blossoms of their warrior youth;
And Mina, nourished in the studious shade,

He called on Frost's inexorable tooth
With that great Leader' vies, who, sick of strife Life to consume in manliood's firmest hold;
And bloodshed, longed in quiet to be laid

Nor spared the reverend blood that feebly runs;
In some green Island of the westera main.

For why, unless for liberty enrolled
And sacred home, ah! why should boary Age be bold?

1811.
The power of Armies is a visible thing,
Formal, and circumscribed in time and space;
But who the limits of that power shall trace
Which a brave People into light can bring
Or hide, at will,—for Freedom combating,
By just revenge inflamed ? No foot may chase,
No eye can follow to a fatal place
Tliat

power, that spirit, whether on the wing
Like the strong wind, or sleeping like the wind
Within its awful caves.-From year to year
Springs this indigenous produce far and near;
No craft this subtle element can biud,
Rising like water from the soil, to find
In every nook a lip that it may cheer.

Fleet the Tartar's reinless steed,
But tleeter far the pinions of the Wind,
Which from Siberian caves the Monarch freed,
And sent him forth, with squadrops of his kind,
And bade the Snow their aniple backs bestride,

And to the battle ride.
No pitying voice commands a halt,
No courage can repel the dire assault;
Distracted, spiritless, benumbed, and blind,
Whole legions sink-and, in one instant, find
Burial and death : look for them--and descry,
When moru returns, beneath the clear blue sky,
A soundless waste, a trackless vacancy!

1811.

Here pause: the Poet claims at least this praise,
That virtuous Liberty hath been the scope
Of his pure song, which did not shrink from hope
In the worst moment of these evil days;
From hope, the paramount duty that Heaven lays,
For its own honour, on man's suffering heart.
Never may from our souls one truth depart,
That an accursed thing it is to gare
On prosperous Tyrants with a dazzled eye;

ON THE SAME OCCASION.
Yx Storms, resound the praises of your King!
And ye mild Seasons-io a sunny clime,
Midway on some high hill, while Father Time
Looks on delighted---meet in festal ring,
And loud and long of Winter's triumph sing!
Sing ye, with blossoms crowned, and fruits, and flowers,
Of Winter's breath surcharged with sleety showers,
And the dire tlapping of his hoary wing!
knit the blithe dance upon the soft green grass;
With feet, hands, eyes, looks, lips, report your gain;
Whisper it to the billows of the main,
Add to the aerial zephyrs as they pass,
That old decrepit Winter-He hath slain,
That Host, which rendered all your bounties vain!

1 Sertorius.

On the remorseless hearts of men grown old By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze

In a blind worship; men perversely bold Of dreadful sacrifice; by Russian blood

Even to this hour; yet at this bour they quake; Lavished in fight with desperate hardihood;

And some their monstrous Idol shall forsake, 'The unfeeling Elements no claim shall raise

jf, to the living, Truth was ever told To rob our Human-nature of just praise For what she did and suffered. Pledges sure

By aught surrendered from the hollow grave :

O murdered Prince! meek, loyal, pious, brave! Of a deliverance absolute and pure

The power of retribution once was given; She fave, if Faith might tread the beaten ways

But 't is a rueful thought that willow-bands Of Providence. But now did the Most High

So often tie the thunder-wielding hands
Exalt his still small Voice;-to quell that Host

Of Justice, sent to earth from highest Heaven!
Gathered his Power, a manifest Ally;
He whose heaped waves confounded the proud boast
Of Pharaoh, said to Famine, Snow, and Frost,

OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO. Finish the strife by deadliest Victory!

(The last six lines intended for an Inscription.)

FEBRUARY, 1816.
THE GERMANS ON THE HEIGHTS OF
HOCK HEIM.

INTREPID sons of Albion! not by you

Is life despised; ah no, the spacious earth ASRUPTLY paused the Strife ;—the field throughout Ne'er saw a race who held, by right of birılı, Resting upon his arins each Warrior stood,

So many objects to which love is due.
Checked in the very act and deed of blood,

Ye slight not life-to God and Nature true;
With breath suspended, like a listening Scout. But death, becoming death, is dearer far,
O Silence! thou wert Mother of a shout,

When duty bids you bleed in open war:
That through the texture of yon azure dome

Hence hath your prowess quelled that impious crew. Cleaves its glad way, a cry of harvest-bome

Heroes! for instant sacrifice prepared, l'uered to Heaven in ecstasy devout!

Yet filled with ardour, and on triumph bent,
The barrier Rhine hath flashed, through battle-smoke, Mid direst shocks of mortal accident,
On men who gaze heart-smitten by the view,

To

you who fell, and you whom slaughter spared, As if all Germany had felt the shock!

To guard the fallen, and consummate the event,
Fly, wretched Gauls! ere they the charge renew Your Country rears this sacred Monument!
Who have seen (themselves delivered from the yoke)
The unconquerable Stream his course pursue.'

FEBRUARY, 1816.
NOVEMBER, 1813.

0, FOR

For a kindling touch of that pure flame

Which taught the offering of song to rise Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,

From thy lone bower, beneath Italian skies, Our aged Sovereigo sits; to the ebb and flow

Great FilicaTA! With celestial aim Of seates and kingdoms, to their joy or woe,

It rose- thy saintly rapture to proclaim, losensible; he sils deprived of sight,

Then, when the imperial Cily stood released And lamentably wrapt in twofold night,

From bondage threatened by the embattled East, Whom no weak bopes deceived; whose mind ensuci, And Christendom respired; from guilt and share Through perilous war, with regal fortitude,

Redeemed, from miserable fear set free Peace that should claim respect from lawless Might. By one day's feat, one mighty victory. Dread King of Kings, vouchsafe a ray divine

--Chant the Deliverer's praise in every tongue! To his forlorn condition! let thy grace

The cross shall spread, the crescent hath waxed dim, l'pon his inner soul in mercy shine;

He conquering, as in Earth and Heaven was sung, Permit his heart to kindle, and embrace

HE CONQUERING THROUGH GOD, AND GOD BY HIM." (Though were it only for a moment's space) The triumphs of this hour; for they are Tuine!

OCCASIONED BY THE SAME BATTLE. ON THE DISINTERMENT OF THE REMAINS OF

FEBRUARY, 1816.
THE DUKE D'ENGHIEN.

The Bard, whose soul is meek as dawning day,

Yet trained to judgments righteously severe;
DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould
C'prises-lo lodge among ancestral kings;

Fervid, yet conversant with boly fear,

As recognizing one Almighty sway: And so intlict sbame's salutary stings

Ond' è ch' lo grido e griderò: giugnesti, ! The event is thus recorded in the journals of the day: When the Austrians took Hochheim, in one part of the engagement they

Guerregiasti, e vincesti;

Si, si, viocesti, o Campion forte e pio, poi to ibe brow of the bill, whence they bad their first view of the

Per Dio vincesti, e per te vinse Iddio. Bhinn, They instantly balted-ot a gun was fired---not a voice board: they stood gazing on the river, with those feelings which See Filicaia's Canzone, addressed to John Sobieski, king of Poland, ibe events of the last ofteen years at once called up. Prioca upon his raising the siege of Vieppa. This, and his other poems on Schwartzenberg rodo up to know the cause of this sudden stop: the some occasion, are superior, perhaps, to any lyrical pieces that tbay ibru gave three cheers, rushed after the enemy, and drove contemporary events have ever given birth to, those of the Hebrew tlax m into the water..

Scriptures only excepted.

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He whose experienced eye can pierce the array Saint George himself this Visitant may be;
Of past events,-to whom, in vision clear,

And, ere a thought could ask on what intent
The aspiring heads of future things appear,

He sought the regions of humanity, Like mountain-tops whose mists have rolled

away: A thrilling voice was heard, that vivified Assoiled from all incumbrance of our time,'

City and field and flood, -aloud it cried,
He only, if such breathe, in strains devout
Shall comprehend this victory sublime;

Though from my celestial home,
And worthily rehearse the hideous rout,

Like a Champion, armed I come; Which the blest Angels, from their peaceful clime

On

helm the dragon crest, Beholding, welcomed with a choral shout.

And the red cross on my breast;
I, the Guardian of this Land,

Speak not now of toilsome duty-
EMPERORS and Kings, how oft have Temples rung

Well obeyed was that command, With impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!

Ilence bright days of festive beauty; How oft above their altars have been hung

Haste, Virgins, haste!- the flowers which summer gave Trophies that led the Good and Wise to mourn

Have perished in the field; Triumphant wrong, battle of battle born,

But the green thickets plenteously shall yield
And sorrow that to fruitless sorrow clung!

Fit garlands for the Brave,
Now, from Heaven-sanctioned Victory, Peace is sprung; That will be welcome, if by you entwined !
In this firm hour Salvation lifts her horn.

llaste, Virgins, haste;-avd you, ye Matrons grave, Glory to arms! but, conscious that the nerve

Go forth with rival youthfulness of mind,
And gather what ye

find
Of popular Reason, long mistrusted, freed
Your Thrones, from duty, Princes ! fear to swerve;

Of hardy laurel and wild holly boughs,
Be just, be grateful; nor, the Oppressor's creed To deck your stern defenders' modest brows!
Reviving, heavier chastisement deserve

Such simple gifts prepare,
Than ever forced unpitied hearts to bleed.

Though they have gained a worthier meed;

And in due time shall share
Those palms and amaranıbine wreaths

Unto their martyred Countrymen decreed,
ODE,

io realms wliere everlasting freshness breathes!»
COMPOSED IN JANUARY, 1816.

And lo! with crimson banners proudly streaming,
Carmina possumus

And upright weapons innocently gleaming,
Donare, et pretium dicere muneri.

Along the surface of a spacious plain
Non incisa nouis marmora publicis,

Advance in order the redoubted bands,
Per quæ spiritus et vita redit bonis
Post mortem ducibus

lod there receive green chaplets from the hands
clarius indicant

Of a fair female train,
Laudes, quam
Pierides ; neque

Maids and Matrons-dight
Si chartæ sileant quod bene feceris,

In robes of dazzling while,-
Mercedem tuleris. llor. Car. 8, Lib. 4.

While from the crowd bursts forth a rapturous poise

By the cloud-capt bills retorted, When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch

And a throng of rosy boys On the tired household of corporeal sense,

In loose fashion tell their joys,And Fancy, keeping upreluctant watch,

And grey-haired Sires, on staffs supported, Was free her choicest favours to dispense;

Look round-and by their smiling seem to say, I saw, in wondrous perspective displayed,

Thus strives a grateful Country to display
A landscape more august than happiest skill

The mighly debt which nothing can repay!
Of pencil ever clothed with light and shade;
An intermingled pomp of vale and hill,

Anon before my sight a Palace rose,
City, and naval stream, suburban grove,

Built of all precious substances, --so pure And stately forest where the wild deer rove;

And exquisite, that sleep alone bestows Nor wanted lurking hamlet, dusky towns,

Ability like splendour to endure : And scattered rural farms of aspect bright,

Entered, with streaming thousands, through the gate, Avd, here and there, between the pastoral downs,

I saw the banquet spread beneath a Dome of state, The azure sea upswelled upon the sight.

A lofty Dome, that dared to emulate Fair prospect, such as Britain only shows!

The leaven of sable night
But not a living creature could be seen

With starry lustre; and had power to throw
Through its wide circuit, hushed in deep repose, Solemn effulgence, clear as solar light,
Yea, even to sadness, quiet and serene !

Upon a princely Company below,
Amid this solitude of earth and sky,

While the Vault rang with choral harmony, Through portal clear as loop-bole in a storm

Like some Nymph-haunted Grot beneath the roariug sea. Opening before the Sun's triumphant eye,

- No sooner ceased that peal, than on the verge Issued, to sudden view, a radiant Form!

Of exultation hung a dirge, Earthward it glided with a swift descent:

Breathed from a soft and lonely instrument,

That kindled recollections
From all tbis world's encumbrance did himself assoil.

SPESTEN.

Of agonized affections;

1

And, though some tears the strain attended,

The mournful passion ended lo peace of spirit, and sublime content!

THANKSGIVING ODE.

JANUARY 18, 1816.

ADVERTISEMENT.

-Bat garlands wither,-festal slows depart, Like dreams themselves; and sweetest sound,

Albeit of effect profound,

It was-and it is gone!
Victorious Englaod! bid the silent Art
Retiect, in glowing hues that shall not fade,
These high achievements, even as she arrayed
With second life the deed of Marathon,

Upon Athenian walls:
So may she labour for thy civic halls;

And be the guardian spaces

Of consecrated places,
As nobiy graced by Sculpture's patient toil;
And let imperishable structures grow
Fired in the depths of this courageous soil;
Expressive signals of a glorious strife,
Aød competent to shed a spark divine
loto the torpid breast of daily life;
Records on which the morning sun may shine,

As changeful ages tlow,
With gratulatiou thoroughly benign!

And ye, Pierian Sisters, sprung from Jove And sage Mnemosyne, full long debarred From your first mansions,-exiled all too long From many a hallowed stream and grove, Dear native regions where ye

wont to rove, Chanting for patriot beroes the reward

Of never-dying song! Now (for, though Truth descending from above The Olympian summit bath destroyed for aye Your kindred Deities, ye live and move, And exercise unblamed a generous sway) Now, on the margin of some spotless fountain, Or top serene of unmolested mountain, Strike audibly the noblest of your lyres, And for a moinent meet my soul's desires! That I, or some more favoured Bard, may hear What ye,

celestial Maids! have often sung
Of Britain's acts, --may catch it with rapt ear,
And give the treasure to our British longue!
So shall the characters of that proud page
Support their miglity theme from age to age;
And, in the desert places of the earth,
When they to fulure empires have given birth,
So shall the people gather and believe
The bold repori, transferred to every clime;
And the whole world, not envious but admiring,

And to the like aspiring,
Own that the progeny of this fair Isle
Had power as lofty actions to achieve
As were performed in Man's heroic prime;
Nor wanted, when their fortitude lad lielu
lis even tenour, and the foe was quclled,
A corresponding virtue to beguile
Tlie hostile purpose of wide-wasting Time;
That not in vain they laboured to secure,
For thrir great deeds, perpetual meinory,
And fame as largely spread as land aod sea,
By works of spirit higla and passiou pure!

Woolly unworthy of touching upon the momentous subject here treated would that Poet be, before whose eyes the present distresses under which this kingdom labours could juterpose a veil sufficiently thick to hide, or even to obscure, the splendour of this great moral triumph. If the author has given way to exultation, unchecked by these distresses, it might be sufficient to protect him from a charge of insensibility, should he state his own belief that the sufferings will be transitory. On the wisdom of a very large majority of the British nation rested that generosity which poured out the treasures of this country for the deliverance of Europe: and in the same national wisdom, presiding in time of peace over an energy not inferior to that which has beca displayed in war, they confide, who encourage a firm bope, that the cup of our wealth will be gradually replenished. There will, doubtless, be no few ready to indulge in regrets and repinings; and to feed a morbid satisfaction, by aggravating these burthens in imagination, in order that calamily so coofidently prophesied, as it has not taken the shape which their sagacity allotted to it, may appear as grievous as possible under another. But the body of the nation will not quarrel with the gain, because it might have been purchased at a less price: and, acknowledging in these sufferings, which they feel to have been in a great degree unavoidable, a consecration of their noble efforts, they will vigorously apply themselves to remedy the evil.

Nor is it at the expense of rational patriotism, or in disregard of sound philosophy, that the author bath given vent to feelings tending to encourage a martial spirit in the bosoms of his countrymen, at a time when there is a general outcry against the prevalence of these dispositions. The British army, both by its skill and valour in the field, and by the discipline which has reodered it much less formidable than the armies of other powers to the inhabitants of the several countries wlicre its operations were carrried on, has performed services ihat will not allow the language of gratitude and admiration to be suppressed or restrained (whatever be the temper of the public mind) through a scrupulous dread lest the tribute due to the past should prove an injurious incentive for the future. Every man deserving the name of Briton adds his voice to the chorus which extols the exploits of his countrymen, with a consciousness, at times overpowering the effort, that they transcend all praise.—But this particular sentiment, thus irresistibly excited, is not sufficient. The nation would crr grievously, if she suffered the abuse which other states have made of military power, to prevent her from perceiving that no people ever was, or can be, independent, free, or secure, much less great, in any sane application of the word, without martial propensities and an assiduous cultivation of military virtues. Nor let it be overlooked, that the benefits derivable from these sources are placed within the reach of Great Britain, under coo. ditions peculiarly favourable. The same insular position

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