Imágenes de páginas

Thy call an abject Nation can restore,
When but a single mind resolves to crouch no more.

And, tired with sport, wouldst sink asleep
Dpon the couchant Lion's mane!
With rolling years thy strength increased ;
And, far beyond thy native East,
To thee, by varying litles known,
As variously thy power was shown,
Did incense-bearing Altars rise,
Which caught the blaze of sacrifice,
From Suppliants panting for the skies!

Dread Minister of wrath!
Who to their destined punishment dost urge
The Pharaohs of the earth, the men of hardened heart!
Not unassisted by the flattering stars,
Thou strew'st temptation o'er the path
Which they in pomp depart,
With trampling horses and refulgent cars,
Soon to be swallowed by the briny surge;
Or cast, for lingering death, on unknown strands;
Or stifled under weight of desert sands-
An Army now, and now a living hill
Heaving with convulsive throes, -
It quivers—and is still;
Or to forget their madness and their woes,
Wrapt in a winding-sheet of spotless snows!

Back flows the willing current of my Song:
If to provoke such doom the Impious dare,
Why should ii daunt a blameless prayer?

- Rold Goddess! range our Youtlı among;
Nor let thy genuine impulse fail to beat
In hearts no longer young;
Still may a veteran Few have pride
Ja thoughts whose sternness makes them sweet;
In fixed resolves by reason justified ;
That to their object cleave like sleet
Whitening a pive-tree's northern side,
While fields are naked far and wide.

What though this ancient Earth be trod
No more by step of Demi-god,
Mounting from glorious deed to deed
As thou from clime to clime didst lead,
Yet still, the bosom heating high,

And die hushed farewell of an eye
| Where no procrastinating gaze
A last infirmity betrays,
Prove that thy heaveu-descended sway
Shall peer submit to cold decay.
By thy divinity impelled,
The Seripling seeks the teoted field;
The aspiring Virgin kneels; and, pale
With awe, receives the hallowed veil,
A soft and tender Heroine
Vowed 10 severer discipline;
Intlamed by thee, the blooming Boy
Makes of the wbisting shrouds a toy,
Aod of the Ocean's dismal breast
A play-ground and a couch of rest;
Thou to his dangers dost enchain,
Mid the blank world of snow and ice,
The Chamois-chaser, awed in vain
By chasm or dizzy precipice;
And hast Thou not with triumplı seen
llow soaring Mortals glide serene
From cloud to cloud, and brave the light
With bolder than Icarian flight?
Or, in their bells of crystal, dive
Where winds and waters cease to strive,
For po unboly visitings,
Among the monsters of the Deep,
And all the sad and precious things
Which there in ghastly silence sleep?
-Within our fearless reach are placed
The secrets of the burning Waste,-
Egyptian Tombs unlock their Dead,
Nile trembles at his fountain head;
Thou speak'se-aud lo! the polar Seas
Cabosom their last mysteries.

- But oh! what transports, what sublime reward,
Won from the world of mind, dost thou prepare
For philosophic Sage-or high-souled Bard
Who, for thy service trained in lonely woods,
Hath fed on pageants floating through the air,
Or calentured in depth of limpid floods;
Nor Cricves-tho' doomed, thro' silent night, to bear
The domination of his glorious themes,
Or strugcle in the pet-work of thy dreams!

[ocr errors]

But, if such homage thou disdain
As doth withi mellowing years agree,
One rarely absent from thy train
More humble favours may obtain
For thy contented Votary.
She, who incites the frolic lambs
In presence of their licedless dams,
And to the solitary fawn
Vouchisafes her lessons-bounteous Nymph
That wakes the breeze-the sparkling lympla
Doch hurry to the lawn;
She, who inspires that strain of joyance holy
Which the sweet Bird, misnamed the melancholy
Pours forth in shady groves, shall plead for me;
And verpal mornings opening bright
With views of undefined delight,
And cheerful songs, and suns that shine
Ou busy days, with thankful nights, be mine.

But thou, O Goddess ! in thy favourite Isle (Freedom's impregnable redoubt, The wide Earth's store-liouse fenced about With breakers roaring to the gales That stretch a thousand thousand sails) Quicken the Slothful, and exalt the Vile! | Thy impulse is the life of Fame; Glad Hope would almost cease to be If torn from thy society; And Love, when worthiest of the name, Is proud to walk the Earth with thee!

If there be movements in the Patriot's soul, From source still decper, and of higher worth, T is the the quickening impulse to control, And in due season send the mandate forth;

Ecclesiastical Sketches.'

A verse may catch a wandering Soul, that flies
Profounder Tracts, and by a blest surprise
Convert delight into a Sacribce.

[ocr errors]

Of Liberty, and smote the plausive string

Till the check'd torrent, proudly triumphiug,
Won for herself a lasting resting-place:

Now seek upon the heights of Time the source DURING the month of December, 1820, I accompanied of a Holy River, op whose banks are found a much loved and honoured Friend in a walk through Sweet pastoral flowers, and laurels that have crowad different parts of his Estate, with a view to fix upon Full of the unworthy brow of lawless force; the site of a New Church which he intended to erect. Where, for delight of him who tracks its course, It was one of the most beautiful mornings of a mild Immortal amaranth and palms abound. season, – our feelings were in harmony with the cherishing influences of the scene; and, such being our purpose, we were naturally led to look back upon past events with wonder and gratitude, and on the future

CONJECTURES. with hope. Not long afterwards, some of the Sonnets which will be found towards the close of this Series If there be Prophets on whose spirits rest were produced as a private memorial of that morning's What Powers, presiding o'er the sacred Well

Past things, reveal'd like future, they can tell occupation. The Catholic Question, which was agitated in Parlia- with its first bounty. Wandering through the West,

Of Christian Faith, this savage Island bless'd ment about that time, kept my thoughits in the same course; and it struck me that certain points in the

Did holy Paul' a while in Britain dwell, Ecclesiastical History of our Country might advan- And call the Fountain forth by miracle, tageously be presented to view in Verse. Accordingly Or He, whose bonds dropped off, whose prison doors

And with dread signs the nascent Stream invest? I took up the subject, and what I now offer to the

Flew Reader was the result.


by an Angel's voice unbarrd ? When this work was far advanced, I was agreeably Storm-driven, who, having scen the cup of woe

Or some of humbler name, to these wild shores surprised to find that my Friend, Mr Southey, was engaged, with similar views, in writing a concise History The precious Current they had taught to flow?

Pass from their Master, sojourn'd here to guard
of the Church in England. If our Productions, thus
unintentionally coinciding, shall be found to illustrate
each other, it will prove a high gratification to me,
which I am sure my Friend will participate.


Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the SeamexiRydal Mount, January 24, 1822.

As Mevai's foam; and tow'rd the mystic ring

Where angurs stand, the future questioning,

Slowly the Cormorant aims her heavy flighet,
Portending ruin to each baleful rite,

That, in the lapse of ages hath crept o'er
FROM THE INTRODUCTION OF CHRISTIANITY Diluvian truths, and patriarchal lore.

Haughty the Bard ;-can these meek doctrines blight

His transports? wither his heroic strains ?

But all shall be fulfilld ;-The Julian spear

A way first open'd: and, with Roman chains,

The tidings come of Jesus crucified ; I, who accompanied with faithful


They come—they spread the weak, the suffering, hear; Cerulean Duddon from his cloud-fed spring,

Receive the faith, and in the hope abide.
And loved with Spirit ruled by his to sing
Of mountain quiet and boon nature's grace;

Stillingfleet adduces mans arruments in support of this oplak. I, who essay'd the nobler Stream to trace

but they are unconvincing. The latter part of this Sonnet refers to

a favourite notion of Catholic Writers, that Joseph of Arimatha For the convenience of passing from one point of the subject to and his companions brought Christianity into Britain, and bala another without shocks of abruptness, this work has taken the shape rude Church at Glastonbury; alluded to bereafter, in a passage apa of a series of Sonnets : but the Reader, it is hoped, will find that the op the dissolution of Monasteries. pictures are often so closely connected as to have the effect of a

* This water-fowl was, among the Druids, an emblem of those poem in a form of stanza, to which there is no objection but one that traditions conuected with the deluge that made an important part bears on the Poet only-its difficulty.

of their mysteries. The Cormorant was a bird of bad omce.


Even so, in many a re-constructed fane,

Have the Survivors of this Storm renew'd Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road,

Their holy rites with vocal gratitude : Thou wretched Outcast, from the gift of fire

And solemn ceremonials they ordain And food cut off by sacerdotal ire,

To celebrate their great deliverance ; From every sympathy that man bestow'd !

Most feelingly instructed 'mid their fear, Yer shall it claim our reverence, that to God,

That persecution, blind with rage extreme, Ancient of days ! that to the eternal Sire

May not the less, through Heaven's mild countenance, These jealous Ministers of law aspire,

Even in her own despite, both feed and cheer;
As to the one sole fount whence Wisdom flow'd, For all things are less dreadful than they seem.
Justice, and Order. Tremblingly escaped,
As if with prescience of the coming storm,
That intimation when the stars were shaped ;
And still, 'mid yoo thick woods, the primal truth

TEMPTATIONS FROM ROMAN REFINEMENTS. Glimmers through many a superstitious form

WATCH, and be firm! for soul-subduing vice,
That fills the soul with unavailing ruth.

Heart-killing luxury, on your steps await.
Fair houses, baths, and banquets delicate

And temples tlashing, bright as polar ice,

Their radiance through the woods, may yet suffice DARENESS surrounds us; secking, we are lost

To sap your hardy virtue, and abate On Snowdon's wilds, amid Brigantian coves,

Your love of him upon whose forehead sato Or where the solitary Shepherd roves

The crown of thorns; whose life-blood flow'd, the price Along the Plain of Sarum, by the Ghost

of your redemption. Shun the insidious arts Of Time and Shadows of Tradition, crost;

That Rome provides, less dreading from her frown And where the boatman of the Western Isles

Than from her wily praise, her peaceful gown, Slackens his course—to mark those holy piles

Language and letters ;-these, though fondly viewd Which yet survive on bleak Jona's coast.

As humanizing graces, are but parts
Nor these, nor monuments of eldest fame,

And instruments of deadliest servitude!
Nor Taliesin's unforgotten lays,
Nor characters of Greek or Roman fame,
To an unquestionable Source have led;

Enough--if eyes that sought the fountain-lıead,
Jo vain, upon the growing Rill may gaze.

That heresies should strike (if truth be scann'd
Presumptuously) their roots both wide and deep

Is natural as dreams to feverish sleep.

Lo! Discord at the Altar dares to stand
LAMENT! for Diocletian's fiery sword

Uplifting tow'rd high leaven her fiery brand, Works busy as the lighting; but instinct

A cherished Priestess of the new-baptized! With malice pe'er to deadliest weapon link'd,

But chastisement shall follow peace despised.

The Pictish cloud darkens the enervate land Which God's ethereal storebouses afford :

By Rome abandon'd; vain are suppliant cries, Against the followers of the incarnate Lord


prayers that would undo her forced farewell, It rages ;—some are smitten in the field

For she returns not. — Awed by her own knell, Some pierced beneath the incffectual shield

She casts the Britons upon strange Allies,
Of sacred home ;- with pomp are others fored

Soon to become more dreaded enemies
And dreadful respile. Thus was Alban tried,
England's first Martyr, whom no threats could shake:

Than heartless misery call'd them to repel.
Self-offer'd Victim, for his friend he died,
And for the faith-nor shall his name forsake
That Hill, whose flowery platform seems to rise'

STRUGGLE OF THE BRITONS AGAINST THE By Nature decked for holiest sacrifice.


Rise!-they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask

How they have scourg'd old foes, perfidious friends : As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain

The spirit of Caractacus defends

The Patriots, animates their glorious task;Their cheerfulness, and busily retrim

Amazement runs before the lowering casque Their nests, or chaupt a gratulating hymn

Of Arthur, bearing through the stormy field To the blue cther and bespangled plain;

The Virgin sculptured on his Christian shield :*This hill at St Alban's must have been an object of great inter- Stretch'd in the sunny light of victory bask est 10 the imagination of the venerable Bede, who ibus describes it The hosts that follow d Urien as he strode with a delicate ferlin: delightful to meet with in that rode age, traces of which are freqoror in bis works ; « Variis barbarum flori- O'er heaps of slain ;- from Cambrian wood and moss breze dopictus imò aqurquaque vestitas in quo nibil reprotè ar Druids descend, auxiliars of the Cross; atau pihil prorceps, ahitabruptum, quem lateribus longe lateque Bards, nursed on blue Plinlimmon's still abode, drdartum in modum quoris natura complanat, digoum videlicet eam pro insita sibi sperie venustatis jam olim reddeus, qui beati Push on the fight, to harps preferring swords, taartyris cruore dicaretur,

And everlasting deeds to burning words!

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]


Angli by name; and not an Angel waves

His wing who seemeth lovelier in Heaven's eye Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid

Than they appear to holy Gregory; Of Hallelujahs' tost from hill to hill —

Who, having learnt that name, salvation craves For instant victory. But Heaven's high will

For Them, and for their Land. The earnest Sire, Permits a second and a darker shade

His questions urging, feels in slender ties Of Pagan night. Afflicted and dismayed,

Of chiming sound commanding sympathies;
The Relics of the sword flee to the mountains:

DE-IRIANS-he would save them from God's fre;
Owretched Land! whose tears have flowed like fountains; Subjects of Saxon ÆLLA—they shall sing
Whose arts and honours in the dust are laid,

Glad Hallelujahıs to the eternal king!
By men yet scarcely conscious of a care
For other monuments than those of Earth ; ?
Who, as the fields and woods have given them birth,

Will build their savage fortunes only there ;
Content, if foss, and barrow, and the girth

For ever hallowed be this morning fair,
Of long-drawn rampart, witness what they were.

Blest be the unconscious shore on which ye trcad,
And blest the silver Cross, which ye, instead

Of martial banner, in procession bear;

The Cross preceding Him who floats in air,

The pictured Saviour !-By Augustin led, Tue oppression of the tumult-wrath and scorn

They come-and onward travel without dread, The tribulation-and the gleaming blades

Chanting in barbarous ears a tuneful prayer, Such is the impetuous spirit that pervades

Sung for themselves, and those whom they would free! The song of Taliesin ; 4--Ours shall mourn

Rich conquest waits them :-the tempestuous sea
The unarmed Host who by their prayers would turn Of Ignorance, that ran so rough and high,
The sword from Bangor's walls, and guard the store And heeded not the voice of clashing swords,
Of Aboriginal and Roman lore,

These good men humble by a few bare words,
And Christian monuments, that now must burn and calm with fear of God's divinity.
To senseless ashes. Mark! how all things swerve

1 From their known course, or vanish like a dream; Another language spreads from coast to coast;

Only perchance some melancholy Stream
And some indignant llills old names preserve,

But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall,
When laws, and creeds, and people all are lost !

Where thoughtful Edwin tutored in the school
Of Sorrow, still maintains a heathen rule,
Who comes with functions apostolical ?

Mark him, of shoulders curved, and stature tall,

Black bair, and vivid eye, and meagre cheek,
A BRIGHT-HAIRED company of youthful Slaves, His prominent feature like au eagle's beak;
Beautiful Strangers, stand within the pale

A Man whose aspect doth at once appal, Of a sad market, ranged for public sale,

And strike with reverence. The Monarch leans Where Tiber's stream the immortal City laves;

Towards the truths this Delegate propounds,

[ocr errors]


Repeatedly liis own deep mind be sounds " Allading to the victory gained under Germanus.-See Bede. The last six lines of this Sonnet aro chictly from the prose of With careful liesitation, then convenes Daniel ; and here I will stato (though to the Readers whom this A synod of his Counsellors ;--- give car, Poem will chiefly interest it is unnecessary), that my obligations to And what a pensive Sage doth ulter, hear! other Prose Writers are frequent, -obligations which, even if I had not a pleasure in courting, it would have been presumptuoos to shun, in treating an bistorical subject. I must, however, particularise Fuller, to whom I am indebted in the Sonnet upon Wicliffe,

PERSUASION. and in other instances. And upon the Acquitual of ibo Seren Bishops I have done littlo more than versify a lively description of that Man's life is like a Sparrow, ' mighty King! Event in the Memoirs of the first Lord Lonsdale,

That, stealing in while by the fire you sit 1. Etbolforth reached the Convent of Bangor, he perceived the Monks, twelve hundred in number, offering prayers for tbe success * The person of Paulinus is thus described by Bede, from the se of their Countrymen: 'If they are praying against us,' he exclaim- mory of an eye-witness : • Longæ slaturæ, paululum incurras, Bre: ed, they are fighting against us ;' and he ordered them to be first gro capillo, facie macielenta, vaso adunco, pertemui, venerabilis si attacked: they were destroyed; and, appalled by their fate, the mul et terribilis aspectu.. courage of Brocmail wavered, and he fled from the field in dismay. * See the original of this speech in Bede. - The Conversion of Tbus abandoned by tbeir leader, bis army soon gave way, and Edwin, as related by him, is highly interesting—and the breaking Eibelforth obtained a decisive conquest. Ancieni Bangor itself up of this Council accompaniud with an event so striking abd cher soon fell into his hands, and was demolished ; the noble monastery racteristie, that I am tempted to give it at length, in a translation. was levelled to the ground; its library, which is mentioned as a • Who, exclaimed the king, wben the Council was ended, skall large one, the collection of ages, the repository of the most precious first desecrate the Altars and the Templos! I, answered the clief monuments of the ancient Britops, was consumed; half-ruined Priest, for wbo more fit than myself, through the wisdom which walls, Gates, and rubbish, were all that remained of the magni- the true God baub given mo to destroy, for the good example of ficent edifice. - See Turner's valuable History of the Anglo- others, what in foolisboces I worshipped? Immediately, casting

away vain superstition, he besought the king to graat him, what The account Bede gives of this remarkable event, suggests a most the laws did not allow to a priest, arms and a courser ; which striking warning against National and Religious prejudices.

mounting, and furnished with a sword and laner, be proceeded to • Taliesin was present at the battle which preceded this desola- destroy the Idols. The crowd, seeing this, thought him bad- be tion.

however balted pot, but, approaching, he profaned the Teapte,



Housed with rejoicing Friends, is seen lo dit
Safe from the storm, in comfort tarrying.
Here did it enter-there, on hasty wing
Flies out, and passes on from cold to cold;
But whence it came we know not, nor behold
Whither it goes. Even such that transient Thing,
The human Soul; not utterly unknown
While in the Body lodged, her warm abode;
But from what world She came, what woe or weal
On her departure waits, no tongue hath shown;
This mystery if the Stranger can reveal,
Ris be a welcome cordially bestowed !»

With the vain world ; who, outwardly as bare
As winter trees, yield no fallacious sign
That the firm soul is clothed with fruit divine !
Such Priest, when service worthy of his care
Has called him forth to breathe the common air,
Might seem a saintly Image from its shrine
Descended :-happy are the eyes that mcel
The apparition; evil thoughts are stayed
At his approach, and low-bowed necks entreat
A benediction from his voice or hand;
Whence grace, through which the heart can understand;
And vows, that bind the will, in silence made.


OTHER INFLUENCES. PROMPT transformation works the novel lore,

A1, when the Frame, round which in love we clung, The Courcil closed, the Priest in full career

Is chilled by death, does mutual service fail? Rides forth, an armed man, and hurls a spear

Is tender pity then of no avail ? To desecrate the Fane which licretofore

Are intercessions of the fervent tongue He served folly.- Woden falls-and Thor

A waste of hope!- From this sad source lave sprung is overturned ; the mace, in battle heaved

Rites that console the spirit, under grief So might they dream) till victory was achieved,

Which ill can brook more rational relief : Drops, and the God himself is seen no more.

llence prayers are shaped amiss, and dirges sung Temple and Altar siok, to hide their shame

For those whose doom is fixed! The way is smooth Amid oblivious weeds. « O come to me,

For Power that travels with the human heart: Ye heavy laden!» such the inviting voice

Confession ministers, the pang to soothe lleard dear fresh streams, '-aod thousands, who rejoice Jo him who at the ghost of guilt doth start. To the new Rite--the pledge of sanctity,

Ye holy Men, so earnest in your care, Shall, by regenerate life, the promise claim.

Of your own mighly instruments beware!

Non scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend
The Soul's eternal interests to promote ;
Death, darkness, danger, are our natural lot;
And evil Spirits may our walk attend
For aught the wisest know or comprehend ;
Then be good Spirits free to breathe a nole
Of clevation ; let their odours float
Around these Converts; and their glories blend,
Outshining nightly tapers, or the blaze
Of the noon-day. Nor doubt that golden cords
Of good works, mingling with the visions raise
The soul to purer worlds : and who the line
Shall draw, the limits of the power define,
That even imperfect faith to Man affords ?

LANCE, shield, and sword relinquished-at his side
A Bead-roll, in his hand a clasped Book,
Or staff more harmless than a Shepherd's crook,
The war-worn Chieftain quits the world, to bide
llis thin autumnal locks where Monks abide
In cloistered privacy. But not to dwell
In soft repose he comes. Within his cell
Round the decaying trunk of human pride,
At morn, and eve, and midnight's silent hour,
Do penitential cogitations cling:
Like ivy, round some ancient elm, they twine
In grisly folds and strictures serpentine ;
Yet, while they strangle without mercy, bring
For recompense their own perennial bowcr.

PRIMITIVE SAXON CLERGY. 2 How beautiful your presence, how benign,

CONTINUED. Servants of God! who not a thought will share

METAinks that to some vacant Hermitage tauting against ie the lance which be bad held in his band, and, My feet would rather turn-10 some dry nook Lulling in acknowledgment of the worsbip of the true God, ho Scooped out of living rock, and near a brook ordered this companions to pull down the Temple, with all its ep

Ilurled down a mountain-cove from stage to stage, elaseres. The place is shown where those idols formerly stood, not far frota York, at the source of the river Derwent, and is at ibis day

Yet tempering, for my sight, its bustling rage called Gormond Gabam..

In the soft heaven of a translucent pool; • The early properators of Christianity were accustomed to preach Thence creeping under forest arches cool, peer rivers for the convenience of baptism.

Fit haunt of shapes whose glorious equipage * laring spoken of the zeal, disinterestedness, and temperance of the clergy of those times, Bodo thus proceeds: • L'nde etio mag

Would elevate my dreains. A beechen bowl, na erat veneratione tempore illo religionis habitus, ita ut ubicun- A maple dish, my furniture should be ;

cdericus aliquis, aut monachus adveniret, gaudenter ab omnibus Crisp, yellow leaves any bed; the hooting Owl tənquarn Dei famulus exciperetur. Etiam si in itinere persons in- My night-watch: nor should e'er the crested Fowl raivetar, accurrebant, et flexá cervice, vel manu sigoari, vel ore ittias so besedici, gaudebaut. Vorbia quoque horum exfioritoriis from thorp or vill his matins sound for me, diligenter auditum pabebant.. Lil.iil, cap. 26.

Tired of the world and all its industry,

« AnteriorContinuar »