The heaven of sable night With starry lustre; yet had power to throw While the vault rang with choral harmony, Like some Nymph-haunted grot beneath the roaring sea. -No sooner ceased that peal, than on the verge Breathed from a soft and lonely instrument, Of agonised affections; And, though some tears the strain attended, In peace of spirit, and sublime content! IV. But garlands wither; festal shows depart, Like dreams themselves; and sweetest sound— (Albeit of effect profound) It was-and it is gone! Victorious England! bid the silent Art Those high achievements; even as she arrayed Upon Athenian walls; So may she labour for thy civic halls: Of consecrated places, As nobly graced by Sculpture's patient toil; Fixed in the depths of this courageous soil; Expressive signals of a glorious strife, With gratulation thoroughly benign! And V. 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 heroes the reward Of never-dying song! Now (for, though Truth descending from above When they to future empires have given birth, So shall the people gather and believe Own-that the progeny of this fair Isle XL. FEELINGS OF A FRENCH ROYALIST, ON THE DISINTERMENT OF THE REMAINS OF THE DUKE 'D'ENGHIEN. DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould By aught redeemed out of the hollow grave: XLI. OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO. (The last six lines intended for an Inscription.) FEBRUARY, 1816. INTREPID sons of Albion! not by you Ye slight not life—to God and Nature true; Yet filled with ardour and on triumph bent To you who fell, and you whom slaughter spared VOL. III. a XLII. SIEGE OF VIENNA RAISED BY JOHN SOBIESKI. FEBRUARY, 1816. O, FOR A kindling touch from that pure flame Of gratitude, beneath Italian skies, In words like these: Up, Voice of song! proclaim 'Thy saintly rapture with celestial aim: 'For lo! the Imperial City stands released 'From bondage threatened by the embattled East, 'And Christendom respires; from guilt and shame 'Redeemed, from miserable fear set free 'By one day's feat, one mighty victory. '-Chant the Deliverer's praise in every tongue! 'The cross shall spread, the crescent hath waxed dim; 'He conquering, as in joyful Heaven is sung, 'HE CONQUERING THROUGH GOD, AND GOD BY HIM*.' XLIII. OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO. FEBRUARY, 1816. THE Bard-whose soul is meek as dawning day, *See Filicaia's Ode. |