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HERE pause: the pcet claims at least this praise,
THE FRENCII ARMY IN RUSSIA. 1812–13.
Fleet the Tartar's reinless steed,
Which from Siberian caves the Monarch freed,
And to the battle ride.
YE Storms, resound the praises of your King!
mild Seasons, in a sunny clime, Midway on some high bill, while father Time Looks on delighted, meet in festal ring, And loud and long of Winter's triumph sing! Sing ye, with blossoms crown'd, and fruits, and flowers Of Winter's breath surcharged with sleety showers, And the dire flapping of his hoary wing! Knit the blithe dance upon the soft green grass ; With feet, hands, eves, looks, lips, report your gain; Whisper it to the billows of the main, And to th' aörial zephyrs as they pass, That old decrepit Winter — He hath slain That Host which render'd all your bounties vain!
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze
“Finish the strife by deadliest victory!” OCCASIONED BY THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO. FEBRUARY, 1816.
THE Bard whose soul is meek as dawning day,
Fervid, yet conversant with holy fear,
MEMORIALS OF A TOUR ON THE CONTINENT.
FISH-WOMEN. ON LANDING AT CALAIS. 1820.
INCIDENT AT BRUGES.
IN Bruges town is many a street FOR THE BOATMEN, AS THEY APPROACH Whence busy life hath fled;
THE RAPIDS UNDER THE CASTLE Where, without hurry, noiseless feet
OF HEIDELBERG. The grass-grown pavement tread.
JESU! bless our slender Boat, There heard we, halting in the shade By the current swept along; Flung from a Convent-tower,
Loud its threatenings, - let them not A harp that tuneful prelude made
Drown the music of a song To a voice of thrilling power.
Breathed Thy mercy to implore,
Where these troubled waters roar! The measure, simple truth to tell, Was fit for some gay throng;
Saviour, for our warning, seen Though from the same grim turret fell
Bleeding on that precious Rood; The shadow and the song.
If, while through the meadows green When silent were both voice and chords,
Gently wound the peaceful food, The strain seem'd doubly dear,
We forgot Thee, do not Thou Yet sad as sweet, - for English words Disregard thy Suppliants now! Had fallen upon the ear.
Hither, like yon ancient Tower It was a breezy hour of eve;
Watching v'er the River's bed, And pinnacle and spire
Fling the shadow of Thy power, Quiver'd and almost seem'd to heave, Else we sleep among the dead; Clothed with innocuous fire;
Thou who trodd'st the billowy sea, But, where we stood, the setting Sun, Shield us in our jeopardy!
Show'd little of his state;
Guide our Bark among the waves; 'Twas through an iron grate.
Thro’ the rocks our passage smooth,
Where the whirlpool frets and raves Not always is the heart unwise,
Let Thy love its anger soothe: Nor pity idly born,
All our hope is placed in Thee;
NEAR THE OUTLET OF THE LAKE OF And opening life to thee?
THUN. Such feeling press'd upon my soul,
Aloys Reding was Captain-General of the
Swiss forces, which, with a courage and A feeling sanctified
perseverance worthy of the cause, opBy one soft trickling tear that stole
posedl the flagitions and too successful From the Maiden at my side:
attempt of Buonaparte to subjugate Less tribute could she pay than this,
their country. Borne gaily o'er the sea,
AROUND a wild and woody hill Fresh from the beauty and the bliss A gravell’d pathway treading, Of English liberty?
We reach'd a votive Stone that bears
The name of Aloys Reding. 1 This occurred at Bruges in 1828. Mr. Well judged the friend who placed it there Coleridge, my daughter, and I made a tour together in Flanders, upon the Rhine, For silence and protection; and returned to Holland. Dora and I, And haply with a finer care while taking a walk along a retired part of dutiful affection. of the town, heard the voice as herc described, and were afterwards informed it was a Convent in which were many En- The Sun regards it from the West; glish. We were both much touched, I And, while in summer glory might say affected, and Dora moved 'as appears in these verses. - Author's Notes, He sets, his sinking yields a type 1843.
or that pathetic story:
These crowded offerings as they hang
To Thee, in this aërial cleft,
And hence, O Virgin Mother mild!
Even for the Man who stops not here,
Nor falls that intermingling shade
But on!-a tempting downward way,
THE CHURCH OF SAN SALVADOR, SEEN
FROM THE LAKE OF LUGANO. This Church was almost destroyed by lightning a few years ago, but the altar and the image of the Patron Saint were untouched. The Mount, upon the summit of which the Church is built, stands amid the intricacies of the Lake of Lugano; and is, from a hundred points of view, its principal ornament, rising to the height of 2000 feet, and, on one side, nearly perpendicular. The ascent is toilsome; but the traveller who performs it will be amply rewarded. Splendid fertility, rich woods and dazzling waters, seclusion and continement or
And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss
COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC
DOOM'D as we are our native dust
Pain enter'd through a ghastly breach;
OUR LADY OF THE SNOW.
2 Mount Righi, that is, the Queen Mountain.