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PAGE BabyloH - - 1 Notes - - - - 27 The Jack Daw at Home - - 43 Notes . . - - _ 55 The taking of the Bastille - - 61 On the Spaniards - - - - 67 The Highland Soldier . - - 69 Notes - - - - 72 The Grave of Henry - - 74 The Irish Exile - - - 77 The Grave of Bums - - . 79 Lines written in the Ruins of Kenilworth Castle, Warwickshire - - - 81 On the Death of General Sir John Moore, at the Battle of Corunna - - 83 The Battles of the Danube - - 85 Erin (io Bragh - - - 88 Epitaph - - - 90 The Hunters of St. Gothard - - 91 Stanzas - - - 93 Lines on the Approach of Spring - 95 The Land of III) Forefathers - - 97 Souff imitated from the Italian of Metastasio 99 Tiii CONTENTS. PAGE Sonnet written on the Sea at Sidmouth, Devon- shire - - - 101 Sonnet, supposed to be written inLochleven Castle - - - 102 Song - - - - 104 Mucruss Abbey. Written on seeing some very beautiful Views of Mucruss Abbey, Lake of Killarney, Ireland - - 105 Lines written October 18lh, 1809, the Anniver- sary of Henry the Second's landing at Waterford, when he went over to subdue Ireland, 1172 - - 108 Song on St. Patrick's Day - - in Lines addressed to the Satirist, on the first Anniversary of its publication, October 1, 1808, - - - 113 Elegy written in a ruined Abbey - lie Sonnet on leaving afavorite Place of Residence 119 Epitaph - - - 120 The Shamrock - - - - 122 Lines occasioned by observing at a large assem- bly, a beautiful Painting of a Captive in a Dungeon - - - - 124 Elegy - - - 126 To the Moon - - - i28 The Triumphs of Death, a Fragment - 130 Notes - - 139 Pi? ADVERTISEMENT. Part of this small volume (Babylon), having been printed, and read in a circle of acquaintance last Spring, and having by chance been mentioned in the Critical Review, and spoken of in a manner which I little expected ; I have been induced to send it again to the press, with the addition of some short Pieces, for which 1 solicit the indul- gence of the Reader. A. H. Glo'sler-place, Port man-square, January 1st, 1811. H17im BABYLON. " Chi mi dark la voce e le parole *' Convenient! a si nobil soggetto ? " Chi Talc al verso prestera ?" Abiosto. ARGUiMENT. Introduction Creation of the World Garden of Eden Ex- pulsion thence Deluge Noah ^Tower of Babel Gran- deur of Babylon Nebuchadnezzar Belshazzar's impious Feast His false security Prophecies relating to the De- struction of Babylon, and the Restoration of the Jews Taking of Babylon by Cyrus Death of Belshazzar His Descent into Hell Desolation of Babylon Fate of the Pilgrim who loses his way in that Desert Conclusion. BABYLON. VV HERE Shiaar's plain extends its barren sands, Where e'en no Arabs rove in lawless bands; Where no gay flow'rs display their varying hues, Where no clear rill the fainting Pilgrim views, No golden harvests cheer the lab'ring swain, But desolation rules the burning plain ; No temples there in orient pomp arise, No priests attend the glitt'ring sacrifice; No hailow'd vases from Judca's shore Adorn the spoils which Babel's Monarch bore:* No courtiers, prostrate at the Tyrant's throne. Or ful!a empires, there, subjection own, 6 BABYLON. But monsters howl, and hissing serpents glide, Where tower'd the kingdom's glory, Chaldee's pride* When from th' empyrean height the angels fell, By dire transgression, to the depths of Hell, To a new race another world was giv'n, Not yet so curst as Hell so blest as Heav'n Order from chaos rose from darkness light, O'er the wild waste of waters beaming bright^ From the Almighty's fhrone a ray was shed. He spake, " Let all be light" and darkness fled.* Then Eden rose in blooming beauty young, Then first from earth a race immortal sprung : Oh ! blissful days of innocence and joy. Ere the base Serpent tempted to destroy ; Then roses bloom'd beneath the purple vine, Where blossoms, fruits, in social clusters twine ; Each crimson'd raorn gave glowing flow'rets birth, And vernal fragrance clad the dew-gemm'd earth : The flocks around the lion's cavern stray'd, With the weak kid the harmless tiger play'd ; BABYLON. 7 No wint'ry storms then rent the troubl'd air, No victims sunk beneath the lightning's glare; No cries of war then swell'd the whisp'ring gale, Nor fires destructive gleara'd along the vale: But short the dale of Eden's happier hour, Transient as leaves in autumn's fading bow'r ; Too soon th' Almighty's image ' vs^as assail'd, Too soon the Serpent over Man prevail'd. For the first time the blasted flow'rs decay'd, And on the kid the now fierce tiger prey'd ; The flocks fled trembling from the lion's roar, Dark lower'd the storm and Edenbloom'd no more ! The flaming sword red meteors shot from far. Denouncing death, remorse, and endless war Silent and sad the erring pair withdrew * With God their guide the world before their view. Year roll'd on year, and crime succeeded crime, Till vengeance hover'd o'er each guilty clime; Then on the wasted world the Deluge pour'd Its foaming flood, and Chaos was restor'd ; 8 BABYLON. One race aloue,^ preserv'd in this dread hour, (Who still had bow'd to Heav'n's almighty pow'r,) Trusting in him omnipotent to save, Launch 'd their frail bark upon the mountain wave. As some sad mourner o'er the world has rang'd In search of peace, too long, alas ! estrang'd. Finds no blest spot on which his soul to rest, By vary'd ills and keen despair opprest. So fled the Dove from forth the sheltering Ark, Yet still return'd when seas and skies were dark ; She rested not on some tall flow'ring palm, God had not said " Ye billowy waves be calm." At length the fury of the storm is o'er. The Dove departs, and now returns no more; The green hills rear their heads above the vale. Their heights with joy th'imprison'd wand'rers hail,* Tre^id on the land, and rest in fragrant bow'rs, Inhale the breath of aromatic flow'rs, And praise that God wlio bore them on the wave. Who was who is triumphant o'er the grave ! BABYLON. 9 And now the friendly arch appears in Heav'n, A sign of peace to erring mortals giv"n; Yet man, presumptuous Man, with sinful pow'r Kais'd on Chaldean plains proud Babel's tow'r. Oh ! could I strike Isaiah's haUow'd lyre, Would some blesTspirit touch my lips with fire ' Then should my Muse ascend the noblest height, Nor shun the blaze of empyrean light; Then should ray verse in strains of triumph tell. From what proud heights of glory Babel fell. " Oh ! vain the pomp those haughty tow'rs display 'd When ev'ry hand was faint, each heart dismay'd; ** Vain captive nations on her mandates hung. And trembling knelt her glitt'ring courts among; That tributary monarchs throng'd around, By Babel's tyrants trampl'd to the ground ; Vain all the wealth of Ophir's'3 dusky cave, Shall Kedar's " flocks, or Saba's'^ iuccnsc save ? 10 BABYLON. The purple dyes which Tyriaa looms unfold, Her brazen gates, or idols rich in gold ; Vain the bright gems that ships of Tarshish '* bring, And sweets of which Arabia robs the spring. As one stern tyrant of Chaldea's throne, 'i Condemn'd to wander 'midst the wilds unknown, To whom, in wrath, th' Almighty's word was giv'n. To feed with beasts, be wet with dews from Heav'n ; For gazing on his tow'rs of regal state, With sinful pride his erring heart elate. The Monarch spoke " To me these walls belong, " Where courtiers, slaves, in humble myriads throng. " Is not this Babylon ? that mighty tow'r, " Rais'd by my arm protected by my pow'r ?" He spoke ;'8 " from Heav'n a voice that instant fell, " Behold ! with beasts thou art condemn'd to dwell ; " From thee the kingdom's torn, till thou shalt own *' That pow'r resides in the Most High alone !" Thus from their thrones succeeding kings were driv'n, The nation's scorn the still accurs'd of Heav'n. BABYLON. 13 On the high mountain be the banner rais'd,'* Exalt the voice, Jehovah's name be prais'd ! Too long o'er Judah had Chaldea reign'd, Too long her sons by iron fetters chain'd, Had wept their Temple's fall, their Salem's fate ; (Mark'd by the terrors of the heathen's hate;) No more by them were Sion's glories sung. Their tuneless harps on Babel's willows hung, But now on Carmel's cliffs shall glory beam, On Sharon's plain Jehovah's bounties stream ; His awful presence blast Judea'sfoes, And the dry Desert blossom as the rose. " Proud was the feast Asyria's" lords prcpar'd, And proudly they the King of Armies dar'd; They dar'd the hallow'd vases to profane," The sacred relics of Judea's reign; The haughty despot'^ there appear'd on high In regal state defiance in his eye; The cymbals clash, the brazen trumpets sound, His thousand nobles throng the tyrant round. 12 3ABYLON. Arabia's incense breathes Sidonian dyes, With glitt'ring gems, in orient splendor rise? Soft strains of music float upon the air, While Salem's golden cups the heathen bear, And hail the sparkling vintage of the isles, Where, rich in Nature's bounty, summer smiles Their golden images on high they raise. With impious voice their sculptur'd idols ^* praise, And breathe defiance to that God whose pow'r On Babel bids the storm of vengeance low'r ; That God, who calls the Persian troops from far. To pour on Babel's walls the storm of war. The torches blaze, the banners wave on high, Assyria's haughty trophies glitter nigh, The Hebrew captives weep, but weep no more, Judah is free, and Babel's reign is o'er ! What palsy'd horror on the tyrant hung ! The half-form'd accents died upon his tongue ; His thoughts were troubl'd, and his visage chang'd,'* (From scenes of blood and warfare long estrang'd,) BABYLON. 13 When from the wall a hand appear'd to rise, And unknown letters trace before his eyes * " Go seek astrologers," the monarch cried, " Chaldean priests in wisdom often tried, " And he who can this hidden sentence clear, " A chain of gold, and scarlet robe shall wear." Diviners throng around ; but ah ! in vain. No human learning can those lines explain : The nobles shrink, the tapers fainter burn, Like glimm'ring lamps before the fun'ral urn; At length is Daniel call'd, that awful seer, Whose powerful voice e'en Babel's tyrants fear ; In virtue dauntless, 'midst the guilty good, Before the throne the Hebrew prophet stood, " Thy kingdom's number'd, and thy reign is o'er," " And thou shalt fall, oh king ! to rise no more: " Lo ! in Jehovah's balance thou art weigh 'd, " And wanting found thy kingdom to the Mede " And Persian now is giv'n for thou would'st own " No pow'r, oh king ! but thy right arm alone !' 14 BABYLON. Yet vain the warning which the prophet spoke, No pray'rs th' Almighty's sentence shall revoke ; Before Chaldean gods still incense burns, Belshazzar to the impious banquet turns. A watchman set upon the topmost tow'r,9 May view from high the storm of battle low'r; To rouse Assyrian princes from afar, Whene'er on Babel pours the tide of war : Yain, treach'rous ease ! th'Almighty's word is past. These hours of freedom, Babel, are thy last ; While Judah's w ither'd boughs again shall spread, And floods of glory brighten Carmel's head. Declare ye 'mongst the nations; bend the bow. Set up a standard 2 lay the mighty low ; 'Gainst Babel rise, ye princes, in array. And smite her haughty rulers with dismay ; Since God"s dread vengeance for his people slain, And plunder'd Temple of Judea"s reign, On Babel rushes with unsparing ire, Th'exterrainatinjr ansrel shall not tire. BABYLON. 15 Elam arise i^' ye Median troops draw near, The counsel of the Lord 'gainst Babel hear; The golden city shall be strong no more, Her pomp, her treasures, and her feasts are o'er. For thee, oh Babylon ! a snare is laid, 3* Thy nobles sleep, thy princes are betray 'd; Oh ! thou that dwellest upon many waves, 3 Euphrates' streams are dry thy gardens graves ; The nations tremble when thy plagues they hear, No man shall pass thy desert cities near, '* Thy streets are piled with mountains of the dead, For Israels blood by thee unpitying shed ; Jehovah to his people's cries shall bend. For Israel's wrongs triumphant succour lend, His shepherd Cyrus'^ shall restore the fold; The Hebrew slaves their Salem's walls behold. Kneel in their long lost Temple's sacred fane ; Chaunt in th'Almighty's praise their hallow'd strain; W ho bade the dews of heav"n his vine restore, And spread her blooming branch from shore to siiore. 16 BABYLON. Arise, ye princes, and anoint your shields, The Lord to you Chaldea's empire yields ; The stars burn dim thick darkness veils the earth. The constellations fade to war go forth ; The moon her trembling light no longer sheds. No watch-fires blaze upon the mountain heads; Deep silence hangs o'er yon devoted tow'rs, All hush'd in sleep at midnight's weary hours. As Israel once from Misraim's stranger land. Trod on the billowy waves by Heav'n's command," Those waves retreating at the prophet's call,^* Rear'd o'er the wand'rers' heads a foaming wall, And back return'd with more than tenfold force. To whelm proud Pharoah in his guilty course. So fled Euphrates, 39 when the Median host Reach 'd, in triumphant pride, the trembling coast; Their banner'd squadrons part the trumpets sound. They seize the brazen gates, and walls around ; Reach the proud palace of Assyria's lord,*" Who sinks beneath the Persian's vengeful sword. BABYLON. 17 As flee the roes when chas'd by wolves afar, So fled the hireling troops from Babel's war,*' Each to his country tum'd, from Babel fled. Babel, now number 'd with the silent dead ; Her reign is o'er, her scenes of glory close. And Judah triumphs o'er Chaldea's woes ! Is this the man who made the nations fear,** Whose pallid corpse is stretch 'd neglected here ? Is this the man who shook the trembling earth, Allien road ambition pour'd his myriads forth ? Lo ! slain, upon the barren earth he lies, With no kind friend to close his dying eyes; As some torn branch, he from the grave is cast,*' Of a long line of ancestors the last. The nations freed rejoicing in thy fate. Triumph o'er Babel now laid desolate: On Lebanon, the cedars, fir-trees rise,** No feller tears their branches from the skies Since thou art gone the utmost isles rejoice. The world at rest exalts a grateful voice; C 18 BABYLON. " How has th' oppressor's golden city ceas'd,*' " How are Chaldea's mighty men decreas'd! " The Lord the ruler's sceptre shall destroy, " No more the tyrant's staflf the just annoy ; " For he who smote the nations with dismay, " Is now oe'rwhelm'd, and none his fall de lay." '*^ The earth is glad, and hell's dark realm beneath. Is raov'd to meet him thro' the shades of death : ^ High on his throne, with iron sceptre grac'd, Of human kind the foe, is Satan plac'd ; His fall'n angels near their sov'reign bend, Prompt his imperious mandates to attend To turn their course tow'rds earth on deeds of ill. Soar on chaotic winds, or climb the hill, Which to those mournful realms sad entrance forms, Where captive spirits rove 'midst endless storms ; A glimm'ring light of pallid blue is shed O'er these drear mansions of the wand'ring dead; Thro' the dank gloom their shadowy forms appear, Dim-seen as fading stars when clouds are near. BABYLON. 19 Loud burst the iron gates Hell's vaults around With sullen roar reverberate the sound ; Half from his throne, the dark-rob'd monarch rears His awful form amidst encircling spears: As an electric flash the sky illumes, More fiercely gleaming 'midst tempestuous glooms; So beam'd a sullen and malignant 1 ght Of joy on Satan, when athwart the night. He view'd the fall'n lord of Babel's throne, Seek his dark realms, unfriended and alone. Rous'd from their thrones, the chief ones*' of the earth, To meet Chaldea's monarch, now go forth ; The scepter'd kings of nations from afar, WTio trembl'd at the sound of Babel's war, Exulting rise: " Art thou now weak as we,* " Thou, who bad'st all the conquer'd nations flee? " Lo! to the grave at length thou art brought down, " Thy pomp, thy splendor, aud thy boasted crown; " The worms are spread above thee and below j " Howl, all ye kingdoms, for Chaldea's woe. 20 BABYLON. " Son of the morning, Lucifer, from heav'n " How art thou fall'n ! to whom it once was giv'n " To weaken all the nations, kings, around ; " How art thou, Tyrant, levell'd to the ground ! " Say, is it thou that desert laid the world, " That aU its cities into ruin hurl'd ; " Who open'd not thy pris'ner's narrow cell, " That bade thy enemies in sorrow dwell ; " Who boasted by thy might and pow'r alone, " Above the stars of God to place thy throne ; " Into th' empyrean heights of heav'n to rise, " Ascend the mount, and triumph o'er the skies ? " Yet now to hell thy glory is brought low, " Scarce can we Babel's haughty tyrant know ; " Thou hast not join'd thy fathers in the tomb, " Thine are the horrors of a despot's doom ; " While other monarchs, each in glory lies, ^ " And pyraraidic trophies o'er him rise, " Thou in no sculptur'd monument shalt sleep, " For thee no sorrowing friends shall ever weep ; BABYLON. 21 " Thy corpse lies stretch'd on Babel's dreary plain, '* For thee no torches blaze ! no priestly train " Winds round Euphrates' stream, in solemn pride; " No incense burns, as when thy fathers died : " Around thy urn no courtiers, vassals throng, " For thee no glitt'ring trophies bear along; " Since, Tyrant, thou thy people's blood hast shed,'* " Judea's cruel scourge, each nation's dread, " The world rejoicing triumphs in thy woe, " Mercy thou hast not shewn thou shalt notknow !" To Babylon is sore destruction giv'n Her dreadful judgment reaches unto heav'n: Howl, Sheshach,'^ howl, thy kingdom now must end, No more to thee will prostrate nations benil: Transient thy vict'ry over Judah's state. As Salem once, thou nw art desolate; Salem again shall rise in awful might. Once more her temple beam with heav'nly light, Th' Almighty's presence bless his favor'd land. And Salem flourish thro' hisfost'ring hand; 22 BABYLON. While glory never more in dazzling pride, Shall crown the landwhichheav'n's dread Lord defied^ Now lone the plain where Babel's tow'rs arose, A dreary waste the realm of Judah's foes ; No more her gardens, palaces, arise, Or lofty turrets menacing the skies; For o'er her prostrate walls, from age to age, With dreadful vengeance hangs Jehovah's rage; The Lord of Hostshath sworn,'^ the curseshall stand. Which he hath purposed on Shinar's land. And who shall dare to pow'r Almighty say, " Thy right hand slacken, or thy wrath delay !" No shepherds there shall pen their ev'niiig fold. Nor wand'ring Ismaelites, in search of gold, E'er pitch their tents upon the desert plain, ^* But there shall cormorants and bitterns reign ; Lo ! owls shall build within her empty tow'rs, Her pleasant palaces, and blooming bow'rs; Each horrid monster in her courts shall dwell. And vengeful spirits from the depths of hell ; '* BABYLON. 2S From Babei is cut off the remnant, name,** No traces left of all her former fame; The nobles shall they call, but none be there, '^ The guilty kingdom's peopl'd with despair. No more Euphrates rolls his silver tide, Round Babel's lofty walls in wealthy pride; His waves now fertilize a stranger's lands, '^ And pools of water moisten Shinar's sands: *' Each mom the son shall rise, each evening beam With burning lustre on a scanty stream ; The moon shall gUmmeron the panther's den. And light to deeds of death the foes of men :* Around the ruin> deadly scorpions rove. And serpents haunt Belshazzar's impious grove:" The vulture screams the gloomy marsh around, And dragons wander o'er the thorny ground; Each savage beast that shuns the blaze of light. And spirits hov'ring 'midst the glooms of night. To them Chaldea's wasted plain is giv'n, The dreadful guardians of the wrath of heav'n.^^ 24 BABYLON. Should e'er some hapless pilgrim thither stray. When fades on western hills the ev'ning ray ; If faint and weary'd from some realm afar, He drooping views grey twilight's glimra'ring star; While noxious dews their baleful influence shed, And night's dark shadows o'er the desert spread; Silent he stands ; and trembling, dreads to wake ^^ The deadly vengeance of the poison'd snake ; Despairing hears the wild beasts' fearful cries, And vengeful bowlings that around him rise ; No more for him shall breathe spring's balmy gale. And aromatic blossoms scent the vale ; No more for him theredd'ning morn shall rise, Or moonlight radiance cheer the midnight skies His wife may count theling'ring hours in vain, His children ne"er shall view their sire again; In vain each eut'ring caravan to greet. They trembling seek the commerce-crowded street. Alas ! for him who never can return, Prepare the solemn dirge ^the fun'ral urn, BABYLON. 25 Your father husband lies on Shinar's plain ; Mourners, ye watch and weep, and watch in vain ! Father omnipotent! whose dread command, Has dried the waves, and mov'd the trembling land. Whose vengeful thunders with impetuous force, Have whelm'd the guilty in their impious course ; And once tremendous on a sinful world. The angry billows of the deluge hurl'd; Father omnipotent ! by thy decree, O'er Shinar's plain rolls on a foaming sea;''* The spot where Babel rose now desert land. And howling monsters guard the burning sand; Such were the judgments, when in guilty pride. Babel's proud prince the Lord of Hosts defied. And such the curse till time be ever o'er. That still must blast Chaldea's rebel shore. Tremble ye nations, who in haughty state, Like her may yet be rendered desolate, Whose crimes may call descending fire from heav'n In (lod's revenge to guilty countries giv'n. 26 BABYLON, Ye nations bow to pow'r supreme your head, The wine press of his wrath is yet to tread;" The Lamb, victorious o'er the grave and hell. In vain on earth may yet triumphant dwell, If stubborn pride your sinful hearts obey. Tremble, ye nations, at Jeho\ah's sway ! On Arma-^eddon''* shall his wrath be pour'd, His scatter'd people be at length restored; Another Babylon in ruins fall, *'' In vain for aid shall trembling sinners call; They stand before that judge on earth deny'd, No mountains cover them no caverns hide;** While captive Falem, from each distant land. Again shall flourish on Judea's strand ; Again shall rise in heav'niy glory bright, Her God her Saviour /^ and 7 the Lamb her light! [27] NOTES. ' Alludijcg to the ressels consecrated to the Lord in the Temple of Jerusalem, and transported to Baby- lon at the taking of the former city by Nebuchad- nezzar. * " And Babylon, the glory of kingdoms, the beauty of the Chaidee's excellency, shall be as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah." Isaiah xiii. V. 19. ' " And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters." Genesis i. v. 2. * " And God said. Let there be light and there was light." Gen. i. v. 3. * "And God said, Lotus make man in our image." Gen. i. v. 26. * ' The world was all before them, where to choose " Their place of rest, and Providence theirguide." Milton, P. L. Noah and his family. * The niouutaius of Ararat in Armenia, on which the ark rested. 28 NOTES. 9 The tower of Babel was built on the spot on which Babylon was afterwards founded, on the plain of Shinar. Alluding to the inspiration of Isaiah, who in c. vi. V. 6, says, " Then flew one of the Seraphims unto " me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had " taken with the tongs from off the altar, and he laid " it upon my mouth, and said, Lo ! this hath touched " thy lips, and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy " sin purged." " Babylon, or Babel, was a city of immense wealth and grandeur; it was above 60 miles in circumfe- rence J and from its power, size, beauty, and cele- brated hanging gardens, was reckoned one of the wonders of the world ; its gates of brass are mentioned in the Scriptures, and its walls, which were so wide that six chariots could drive abreast on them. (Vide Bishop Newton on the Prophecies, and Prideaux's Connection.) " " Therefore shall all hands be faint, and every " man's heart shall melt." Isaiah, xiii. v. 7. '3 Supposed to be the island of Sumatra in the East Indies. * A district of Arabia Felix, situated in the north, '* A city of Arabia Felix, in the neighbourhood of NOTES. 29 -wbich are found a great variety of frankincense, rayrrh, and other species of odoriferous plants; to Babylon, as the great emporium of wealth, the pro- duce of these different countries was conveyed. '* A city of great state, which sent a navy every three years with gold, silver, ivory, &c. to Solomon. ' Nebuchadnezzar. Daniel, chap. iv. from verse 28 to verse 33. '9 " Lift ye up a banner upon the high raoun- " tain, exalt the voice unto them." Isaiah c. xiii. T. 2. * " And the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as " the rose." Isaiah, chap. xxxv. v. 1. ' The kings of Assyria were kings also of Ba- bylon. ' This profanation of the vessels consecrated to the Almighty, was one great cause of the wrath of God falling upon Belshazzar : " II ne prefera pas " seulement ses fausses divinites au vrai et unique " Dieu : il crut encore I'avoir vaincu parcc qu'il avait " dans son pouvoir les vaisseaux qui avaient servi a " son culte; et, comme pour lui insulter, il affecta de " les destiner a des usages profanes. C'est ce qui mit " le comble a la colere de Dieu." Rollin, Ilistoire ancicnne, Tom. 1. p. 445, Paris, 1740. 80 NOTES. 3 Belshazzar, * The Babylonians were the first idolators ; they worshipped the moon, sun, stars, and rarious other idols: the custom of human sacrifices originated with them, and from thence passed, into other Eastern countries. *5 These letters being written in the Hebrew cha- racter, (now called the Samaritan) was the reason they could not be read by the Babylonians, who were ig- norant of Hebrew. * " In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's " hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon " the plaister of the wall of the king's palace : and * the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. " Then the king's countenance was changed, and his " thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his " loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against " another." Daniel chap. v. v. 5 and 6. 7 " And the king spake, and said to the wise men " of Babylon, whosoever shall read this writing, and " shew me the interpretation thereof, shall be clothed " with scarlet, and have a chain of gold about his " neck." Daniel, c. v. v. 7. * " And this is the writing that was written mene, " MENE, TEKEL, uPHARiiN. This is the interpretation NOTES. 31 " of the thing: mene, God hath numbered thy king- " dorn, and Hnished it. Tekel, thou art weis^hed in "the balances, and art found wanting. Peres, thy " kingdom is divided, and given to the Medcs, and Persians."' Daniel, c. v. v. 25 to 29. *' The extraordinary ease, and false security, into which Belshazzar and his princes relapsed, after Da- niel's interpretation of the vision, are particularly noticed by historians and the Scriptures. " Preparis " the table, watch in the watch-tower, eat, drink." Isaiah xxi. v. 5. '" " Declare ye among the nations, and publish, " and set up a standard." Jeremiah, chap. 1. v. 2. " An ancient name for Persia. " " I have laid a snare for thee, and thou art also " taken, oh Babylon ! and thou wast not aware." Je- remiah, chap. 1. v. 24. ' " Oh thou that dwellest upon jnany waters, " abundant in treasures, thine end is come, and the " measure of thy covetousness." Jeremiah, chap. li. T. 13. 3* " Her cities are a desolation, a dry land, and a " wilderness, a land wherein no man dwelleth, neither " doth any son of man pass thereby." Jeremiah, c. li. v. 43. 32 NOTES. 5 " That saith of Cyrus, he is my shepherd." Isaiah, c. xlv. V. 28. ^* " Arise, ye princes, and anoint the shield." Isaiah, c. xxi. v. 5. ^' Alluding to the passage of the Red Sea. '* Moses. ' 39 " Babylone comptaitquel'Euphrate seulpouvait " la rendre iraprenable, et elle etait toute 'fiere de se " voir ainsi defendue, par un fleuve si profond: qua; " habitas super aquas multas; c'estDieurnSraequil'a " definie de lasorte. Et ce sera I'Euphrate qui serala " cause de sa ruine. Cyrus, par un stratageme qui " n'avoit point eu d'exeraple jusques-la, et qui n'en a " point eu dcpuis, detournera le cours de ce fleuve, " mettra son lit a sec, et par la s'ouvrira un passage " dans la ville Rollin Histoire ancienne." Tom. I. p. 449, Paris 1T40. * In the same night that the vision of the hand ap- peared, Cyrus entfered Babylon, and Belshazzar was slain. * " Audit shall be as the chased roe, and as a sheep " that no man taketh up : they shall every man turn " to his own people, and flee every one to his own "land." Isaiah, chap. xiii. v. 12. This Prophecy relates to the troops in the pay of the Babylonian NOTES. 33 government to defend the city, who were not natives of Bab} Ion, and who escaped to their own countries. The vengeance of Heaven being destined to fall upon the Babylonians only. *' Isaiah, chap. xiv. v. 16. ^ " But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abo- " minable branch." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 19. * " Yea, the fir trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars " of Lebanon, saying. Since thou art laid down, no " feller is come up against us." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 8. *^ " How hath the oppresser ceased the golden ' city ceased." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 4. ** Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 5 and 6. *' " Hell from beneath is moved for thee, to meet " thee at thy coming." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 9. *' " It stirreth up the dead for thee, even ail the " chief ones of the earth ; it hath raised up from " their thrones all the kings of the nations." Isaiah, c. xiv. V. 9. Vide Isaiah, chap. xiv. from v. 10 to 16 for this and the eighteen following lines. 4 " All the kings of the nations, even all of them, *' lie in glory, every one in his own house." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 18. ' " Thou shall not be joined with them in burial, I) 34 NOTES. * because thou hast destroyed thy land, and slain thy " people." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 20. Another name for Babylon. " " This is the purpose, that is purposed upon the " whole earth : and this is the hand that is stretched " out upon all nations. For the Lord of Hosts hath " purposed, and who shall disannul it? and his hand is *' stretched out ; and who shall turn it back ?" Isaiah, chap. xiv. verses 26 and 27. s* " It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be "dwelt in from generation to generation: neither " shall the Arabian pitch tent there; neither shall the " shepherds make their fold there." Isaiah, c. xiv. " V. 20. s* " But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; *' and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; " and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs (or evil spirits) " shall dance there, and the wild beasts of the islands " shall cry in their desolate houses, and dragons in " their pleasant palaces: and her time is near to " come; and her days shall notbe prolonged." Isaiah, c. xiii. verses 21 and 22. ** For I will rise up against them, saith the Lord " of Hosts, and cut off from Babjlon the name and " remnant." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 22. NOTES. 55 " They shall call the nobles thereof to the king- " dom, but none shall be there." Isaiah, c. xxxv. V. 12. * " L'Euphrate qui la traversait n'alant plus ua " canal libre, prit avec le terns son cours aillcurs ; et " il ne restait au terns de Theodoret qu'un filet d'eau, " qui coulait a traversles masures, etqui n'aiant plus " de pente ni d'ecouleraent libre, degenerait neces- " sairement en un marais." Rollin, Histoire ancienne, Paris 1740, Tom I. p. 457. M " I will also make it a possession for the bittern, " and pools of water." Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 23. ' Evil spirits or demons, which are signified in the Scriptures by satyrs. > " Les serpens et les scorpions demeurerent; et " elle devint un lieu redoutable pour ceux qui au- " raicnt eu quelque curiosite pour visiter ses anti- " quites," RoUiu, Histoire ancienne, Tom. I. p. 457. Paris, 1740. '' How transient is the existence of even the most powerful empires! how unstable the foundation of all earthly grandeur .' In the records of history, no state exhibits a greater proof of this truth than that of Babylon This city liad bocu for ajcs, the capital 36 NOTES. of an extensive dominion, to which it had given a name here was situated the palace of the mighty kings of Assyria ; who styled themselves the kings of kings and here all the traders of the East resorted. Nor was it in wealth and splendor alone that Babylon excelled, but in the cultivation of science also ; the first observations in astronomy were made by the Chaldeans, who were the priests, astronomers, philo- sophers and astrologers of the Babylonians by them the zodiack was first divided into twelve signs, and the year into twelve months ; and Callisthenes gave Aristotle a register of celestial observations begun by them soon after the building of the tower of Babel, and continued to the taking of Babylon by Alexander, including a period of 1903 years. Some authors doubt the very great progress of the Babylonians in astronomy, as they supposed the shape of the earth to be that of a boat, and that one side of the moon was dark, and the other side light, independent of the sun; however, it is certain their knowledge in astro- nomy was great for those ages; and that they had likewise made considerable progress in mechanics, manufactures, mathematics, dying, engraving on metal, &c. and that Babylon was raised to the greatest NOTES. 37 height of glory ; but the wrath of the Almighty fell upon that city, chiefly in consequence of the cruel treatment the Jews experienced there, and the sacri- legious impiety of the king. Cyrus, by turning the course of the Euphrates, entered Babylon (B. C. 538) with his army through the bed of the river, in the same night in which the hand writing appeared on the wall of Bclshazzar's palace ; the troops of dif- ferent nations who guarded the city fled to their own countries, the native inhabitants were put to the sword, Belshazzar himself slain, and his dead body cast out unburied on the plain. Cyrus resided prin- cipally at Babylon, but after his death it was neg- lectcd by the kings of Persia, and fell gradually into decay. It was here that Alexander died after having subdued the East, inconsequence, as some suppose, of poison administered to him by a Macedonian, in re- venge for the preference shewn by him to the Per- sians; or, as others imagine, owing to excessive drinking. So wonderfully are tlie prophecies of Isaiah fulfil- led respecting Babylon, that Pliny represents it in his time as a desolate wilderness; and at present no traces remain bv which a traveller could sav " here 38 NOTES. stood Babylon!" And indeed the immense number of scorpions, and other venomous animals, which over- run that part of the country at this day, deter any person from even attempting to explore its anti- quities. ' For the Lord of Hosts hath purposed 5 and who " shall disannul it? and his haixd is stretched out, and " who shall turn it back ?" Isaiah, c. xiv. v. 27. t3 u Where at each step the stranger fears to wake *' The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake" Goldsmith's Deserted Village. ** " The sea is come up upon Babylon, she is covered " with the multitude of the waves thereof." Jere- miah, c. li. v. 42. *^ Revelations, c. xiv. verse 19 and 20. *^ " And he gathered them together into a place *' called in the Hebrew tongue Armageddon." Reve* lations, c. xvi. v. 16. ^ " And he cried mightily with a strong voice, " saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is " become the habitation of devils !" Revelations, c. xviii. V. 2. ** Revelations, c. vi. verses 15, 16, and 17. NOTES. 39 *9 ' And God shall wipe away all tears from their " eyes." Revelations, c. xxi. v. 4. '" " For the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof." Revelations, c. xxii. V. 23 THE JACK-DAW '' ATHOMEr [43] THE JACK-DAW '' AT HOME:' ^OME poets have sung of a grasshopper's feast, And others, the ball of a bird or a beast; But they all have forgotten the second grand rout, Which was giv'n to those who before were left out ; The Jack-Daw, to whom, the Peacock so proud, Sent no card of admission to thicken the crowd, Enrag'd at such rudeness, and swelling with spite. Cried, " A much better party 111 give them some night ; " From tliis moment a bird of great fashion I'll be, " And the prouJ strutting Peacock my splendor shall sec." 44 THE JACK-DAW "aT HOME." Now spring, gentle spring, had resum'd her bright reign, " And cowslips and primroses deck'd the sweet plain," The forests were budding the streams gently flow'd ; In May's vernal coloring the wild vallies glow'd ; And the Jack-Daw resolv'd all the wint'ry storms past, He would send out his cards for the gala at last. When these cards were dispers'd, all the tenants of air, Excepting the Peacock, delighted repair; Who wish'd to be ask'd, notwithstanding his pride, To see the Jack-Daw, and his manners deride. The Game-Ciiicken and Bantum wou'd neither be there. Tor at the last rout, 'midst the birds of the air. Those few who lov'd scandal had made a great pother 'Bout the spurs of the one, pantaloons of the other. The Swallow from trav'lling, just landed at home, Felt far too much weari"d for pleasure to roam. The Halcyon ' was nursing her brood on the wave, The Raven was screaming his dirge o'er a grave. THE JACK-DAW " AT HOME." 45 The CccKOO possessing no nest of her own, Where she rambl'd at present to all was unknown. The Her'n on Killarney preferr'd his lone nest. And the Eagle reraain'd upon Mangerton's' crest; But the rest of the warblers were all on the wing, To hail with this gala the beauties of spring. First, Alderman Turkeycock eagerly came, (Of the supper he heard a most excellent fame), While his spouse at his elbow led on a young pout, Who now, for the first time, was ask'd to a rout. Thus they trimra'd up their feathers and hasten'd away, And with them Dame Partlet, the Dcck, and the Jay. The TuRTLE-DovE found she was reckon'd a jest, For living sequester'd within her own nest; So, (as folly too often leads virtue to wrong By example and laughter), she follow'd the throng. And grave Justice Gander, the dread of the rabble. With his Lady, the Goose, came engag'd in a gabble. From Scotia's wild glens and plains of dark heather. Laird Ptarmica.n^ came with some birds of his feather; 46 THE JACK-DAW " AT HOME." The Grouse, Capercailye,* or Cock of the^YooD, And the Eider Duck* fresh from th' Orcadian flood ; To taste the good things denied their own shore, True sons of the north they to Albion came o'er Baron Woodcock from Norway from Sweden Count Snipe, Seem'd each, as they flew, to be smoking a pipe; Doctor Dodo' came next, with the gout in his toes, Which disorder from sauces and ragouts arose, His patients he starv'd upon water and bread, Buttheirfees were well paid and himself thus well fed. A Heathcock of Connaught, in Ireland, heard How the Jack-Daw prepar'd a great feast for each bird: The foremost in impudence, freedom, and fun, He resolv'd, tlio' unask'd, at the ball to make one. With Commodore Puffin^ he landed in Wales, And came up post-haste with the Holyhead mails. That Nabob the Paradise-bird' was invited, Because the Jack-Daw with his <;old was delighted : THE JACK-DAW " AT HOME." 47 And hop'd in the bustle some wealth to secure, For which he would gladly the trouble endure; In the circles of fashion how often 'tis known, That guests pay at cards for a feast not their own. Some otlier gay birds arriv'd from Molucca, From Cornwall and Devon, the Chough '" and Goat- sucker." The Solan Goose " quitted the wide Frith of Forth, The Kitt'wake " and Bittern came up from the north : From woodlands romantic the Nightingale came, With the Lark, Thrush, and Blackbird, all birds of great fame. The Nightingale warbles beneath the moon's beam. The Lark, when Aurora illumines the stream. Soaring high in the air, as herald of morn Proclaims the fresh beauties which mantle the dawn; The Hawk and the Martin, the Fieldfare and Widgeon, Came along with the Partridge, the Pheasant, and Pigeon. 48 THE JACK-DAW " AT HOME.*' Tho' the Hawk is by nature a keen bird of prey, His talents for pouncing he laid by that day : From the wild shores of Afric the Pelican "* flew, The MocKBiRD '5 from Canada's forests withdrew ; The gay-painted Roller ^^ from Germany came, And with him he brought some birds of his name; Two Woodpeckers also he met on the road, And together they went to the Jack-Daw's abode: The .Ostrich, unusually bold, ventur'd o'er, (Tho' his plumes have at parties, been oft seen before ;) A Bishop'' arriv'd from the climes of the west. And a Cardinal'^ also, adorn'd with a crest. The Hoopoo," the Titmouse, the Bustard, and Rail,' Arriv'd with the Flycatcher, Ouzel," and Quail. But should I attempt all their names to recall, No account could I give of this wonderful ball. In the midst of a ruin, where long unmolested, Philosopher Bat had in solitude rested. tHB JACK-DAW "aT HOME." 49 The Jack-Daw delighted, heard all their wings ruslle, And receiA^'d his fine guests with a risible bustle. The elms waving round, and the grass mantl'd court, Were the scene of their concert, their ball, and their sport. To open the concert, the Mockbiro began, Through various divisions his melody ran; And they all with unbounded astonishment heard. The tones ably mimick'd of each warbling bird : The Canary sang next, and they all cry'd encora, When tliis wond'rous Canary perforra'd a bravura; In Italy taught, with the Bullfinch he came, Tho' the last at Vienna acquir'd his fame. The Parrot began a duet with the Owl, But none could endure such a liorrible howl; Mrs. Goose loudly hiss'd ; Lady Cockatoo star'd, For a strain so discordant not one was prepar'd ; Thus, asham'd of the laughter their folly excited. They both took the wing very far from delighted The Bishop was heard with great rapture by all, (Tho' bishops ouglit not to be seen at a ball), E 50 THE JACK-DAW "aT HOME." Then the Blackbird and Thrush began their sweet song, And the melody floated the dark aisles along ; The Nightingale join'd, and the Skylark sang loud, And this glee was applauded by all the gay crowd. The concert was clos'd by a chorus at last, And some were impatient to seek the repast; But others insisted the ball should begin ; So the music was instantly all sumraon'd in. The ball was commenc'd by the Partridge and Quail, And in the same set, danc'd the Bustard and Rail, The Chatterer, the Starling, Ring Ouzel and Crow, Join'd the rest, with the Redwing, and Bully legros. This dance being ended, they rested awhile, Refreshments were brought causing many a smile. Highland reels then began, with the true Highland fling. And the birds from Columbia danc'd all in a ring ; THE JACK-DAW "AT HOME." 51 For oft they beheld from their shelt'ring brakes, The natives dance thus on the banks of the lakes. Then the birds who from Germany's forests came o'er, Danc'd their own native waltzes on Albion's shore ; All the rest were delighted, surpriz'd, and amaz'd, And their elegant dancing was very much prais'd. The Magpie at length, in a note very loud, Announc'd that the table was spread to the crowd ; So all with one impulse abandon'd the ball, And rush'd where the supper was serv'd in the hall. The Jack-Daw display'd such confusion and flurry. He upset a rich dish of stew'd grubs in his hurry. The feast was compos'd of each dainty in season, But a quarter of these was sufficient for reason ; Some behav'd quite politely the others were rude. And dar'd on the plates of their neighbors intrude. " I beg you'll be quiet," Lady Cockatoo said, " Such noise, and such tumult,distractmypoorhead; " I scarcely have tasted a morsel to-night." " Ton honour, your Ladyship's much in the right," 52 THE JACK-DAW "aT HOME." Said a dashing Cock Sparrow, who snatch'd from her plate, A cherry quite ripe she intended to eat. The Blackbird was ask'd, if he'd give them a song, Buthis voice wasnot clear and too noisy the throng, Tho' the fact was, he wish'd some more fruit to devour, For he did not imagine the cherries were sour: Yet, scarce had he ventur'd to ask for his share, When lo ! all these cherries were vanished in air : The Blackbird was angry, he flutter'd his wings, (And 'tis well known that Blackbirds are passionate things) ; He declar'd he would fight any bird who would meet him, And ventur'd to bet, he was certain to beat him. But, alas! he forgot in the heat of his passion, fMidst the wild bogs of Ireland, fighting's the fashion, And that Paddy the Heathcock sat close by his side, Who instantly drubb'd hira, till loudly he cry'd. THE JACK-DAW "aT HOME." 53 III short t'was a scene of the greatest disorder, The Jack-Daw in vain strove to keep them in order: So fatigu'd with his rout to the Paradise-bird (Whose conduct that ev'ning was truly absurd) He then made a sign, and led hira away, With a few games at cards his guest to betray Which the Paradise-bird will not quickly forget Since he lost all his feathers of gold at piquet. The Mag-pye, who always was up to such things, Saw the Daw hide a card under one of his wings ; And prone to make mischief, to all who were there, Declar'd how the Jack-Daw had play'd thus unfair; And hot-blooded Paddy vehemently swore, That the Jack-Daw his ill-gotten plumes should restore, Who exclaim'd, while his guest kick'd him rudely about, " May I die if I ever again give a rout." At length, all this clamor, confusion, and noise. From the luimlets adjacent invited the boys; 54 THE JACK-DAW " AT HOME." Who ran out in haste, and observ'd with surprise, The birds in such numbers obscure all the skies ; For the shouts of the villagers put them to flight. Before they could say to each other good night. And the Jack-Daw himself was rejoic'd in his soul, To escape from his visitors into a hole ; And deplor'd his sad fate, and his folly right hearty, That ever induc'd him to give a grand party. [55] NOTES. * The King-fisher, an aquatic bird, called Halcyon by the ancients. * Herons are in great numbers on the lake of Kil- lamey in Ireland. ^ A mountain on the borders of Killarney where the eagle is found. There is another called from this bird the Eagle's Nest. * This bird is sometimes called the White Game; it is a native of the highest hills in the Hebrides; it is likewise found at Hudson's Bay. ' A large bird of the pheasant kind ; it is found in Scotland, though rather scarce. ^ The fine down known by the name of Eider down is plucked off by this bird from its breast to line its nestwith, and is taken away by the inhabitants of the place of which it is a native, as it forms a con- siderable article of commerce. The eider ducks are most numerous in Greenland, Norway, and Iceland; but are likewise natives of t lie Hebrides. ' The Dodo is a native of the Isle of France, and a bird of a strange unwieldy figure. 56 NOTfiS. The Puffin is also called the Northern Duck; it is a bird of passage in these islands, arriving about April , and departing in August. 9 A most beautiful bird of the pie species, a native of the Molucca islands: there are eight diflFerent kinds. '" A species of the Mag-pie, a native of Cornwall and the viestern parts of England. " A bird of passage; it derives its name from hav- ing been supposed formerly to subsist by sucking the blood of goats. " The Solan Goose, a native of Scotland. *^ The Kittiwake, a native of Aberdeen, and of many parts of the north of England. "' The Pelican is a native of Africa ; the ancients supposed this bird fed its young with its blood ; but on the contrary it is very neglectful of them. '* The Mockbird is a native of America, and is so called from the power it possesses of imitating the notes of all other birds, from the screams of the eagle to the chirping of the sparrow ; its natural note is far superior to the nightingale's. '* The Roller is of the species of the Mag-pie, is found in most parts of Europe, but is more particu- larly a native of Germany. NOTES. 57 * The Bishop is a native of the West Indies, and has a very sweet note. '* There are two species of the Cardinal bird, the Dominican and the Crested : it is a very beautiful bird. Both the kinds are natives of America. A distinct genus of birds: the common Hoopoo is a native of England, and has a very beautiful crest. " There are two species of the Rail, the laud and water Rail. The first is a bird of passage, and very common in the Orkneys. " The Ouzel is the family name of the black-bird. " The Chatterer is a separate genus of birds, of Mhich there are only two species, the Chatterer of Bohemia and that of Carolina. The former sometimes visits this country, and is very common in the High- lands of Scotland, where they are seen in great num- bers feeding on the berries of the mountain ash. THE TAKING OF THE BASTILLE. [61 ] TAKING OF THE BASTILLE. Farewell the flow'ry meads where late I stray'd. The wand'ring streamlet and the lonely glade ; Farewell the glen, where oft at day's decline, I rov'd t'invoke the still reluctant Nine ; While deep'uing twilight o'er the valley spread, And the last heam ilium'd the mountain's head. far nobler themes shall now my soul engage. From faithful mem'ry's historic page, For freedom claims my song, that heav'nly pow'r Which pourd her radiance on Columbia's shore, When patriot heroes o"cr th' Atlantic wave, Liishealhd their lilfriiiTio wore away with countless sighs the hours, -A ad thought, perhaps, of Languedoc's gay bow'rs, Wept for their southern breeze to fan his cheek. Some well-known voice the silent gloom to break, Wept for those friends condemn'd to meet no more. Who far away his unknown fate deplore. Hut vengeance comes the dungeon bars are vain, Luug-bauish'd Freedom claims her ancient rei;jn. 64 THE TAKING OF THE BASTILLEi As threat'ning thunders shake the world below, When fierce in air the fires electric glow, So the deep groans to Heav'n's high throne preferr'd. The People's voice that pow'rful voice, are heard, Loud peals the drum, the standards float on high, The bayonets of vengeance glitter nigh ; Pale Launay i trembles, from the topmost tow'r He views the gath'ring storm of freedom low'r; The draw-bridge sinks, the guarded chains give way, Hope to the captive darts a dubious ray. The volley'd thunder flies one effort more. And slav'ry's triumph is for ever o'er. Peace to your manes who with patriot sword, The first of blessings to your land restor'd, Who burst the pris'ner's iron bonds, decreed No more the guiltless should for tyrants bleed ; Seiz'd the dread Bastille, in whose dongeon keep Captives no more shall unlaraented weep, 1 The governor of the Bastille at the time it was taken. THE TAKING OF THE BASTILLE. 65 Peace to your shades as year succeeds to year, To freedom's sons be still your mem'ry dear: Tho' seas of blood have delug'd France in vain, And fiery coursers trarapl'd ev'ry plain Tho' war's wild cries have rent the troubl'd air, Tho' midnight view'd th' assassins' torches glare, Tho' thousands died their rauch-lov'd land to save, Tho' murder, insult, triumph 'd o'er their grave, Tho' Freedom, first best gift by nature giv'n Once more has fled to seek her native heav'n Yet shall your mem'ry live, ye gallant few. For first in Freedom's cause your thunders flew; And, oh ! blest spirits; of your sacred fire May one faint spark your injur'd sons inspire; Oh ! may they teach their tyrant lord to fear The well-known terrors of a patriot's spear: While Europe's coward sons their slav'ry own, And pallid minions tremble round his throne, Some soul of fire shall bid the despot feel The tardy triumph of th'avenging steel, 66 THE TAKING OP THE BASTILLE. Plant Freedom's standard, torn and bath'd in gore. Once raore victorious on the Gallic shore Burst the stern fetters of the captive slave. And high in air his crirason'd falchion wave. [67] ON THE SPANIARDS. V HERE the dark Pyrenees tremendous rise, Whose cloud-capt summits meet tlieir austral skies. Where Douro rolls his rapid waves along, Where Manganares heard the poet's song," Where blooms the vine, and where the olive shades The wood-land paths, where wild flow'rs scent the glades, Where Moorish chiefs their paynim squadrons led, And Roncevalle's fabl'd heroes bled, To Gallic arms to Gallic arts a prey. Long sunk in sloth the injur'd natives lay, Till rouz'd at length they courted war's alarais I'eal'd the loud drum, and grasp'd their glilt'riog arms. 1 Lopez cli Vega, born at Madrid. as ON THE SPANIARDS. Oh ! when of late at Freedom's sacred call, Her standard wav'd on Prague's devoted wall. Why, faithless Vict'ry, on thy crimsou'd car For base assassins did'st thou crown the war, Bade Freedom crouch to slav'ry's galling chain, And vainly bath'd in blood Sarmatia's plain? Oh ! then atone, and on Iberia's shore Bid stern oppression sink to rise no more, Steep'd in the blood by murder'd millions shed. Snatch thine own laurel from the despot's head. To bloom untarnish'd on that patriot's* brow. Who laid on Baylen's plain th' invaders low : May then the tyrant to the dust be hurl'd. The cause aveng'd of Europe and the world ; Bid glory beam on that degraded name, And crown Iberia's sons with deathless fame. 2 General Castanos, who defeated the French at the battle of Baylen. [69] THE HIGHLAND SOLDIER. Soldier, whither art thou roaming, " O'er this wide and dreary moor, " Homeward, soldier, art thou turning, " To thine own, thy native shore ?" " Faraway my native valley, *' Stranger, would'st thou wish to know, " 'Tis where Moidart's ' mountains rising, " Shade the glen that winds below : " There my careless childhood sported " Freely the wild woods among, " There of Caledonia's glory " Oft in artless verse 1 sun";. 70 THE HIGHLAND SOLDIER. " Ne'er by sorrow was I daunted, " Till that sad that fatal day, " When by British numbers vanquish'd " Charles's gallant troops gave way. " Morning's sun beheld us marching: " From our native Straths " so dear, " The pale moon at ev'ning glimmer'd " On the shatter'd Highland spear. " 'Midst the dusky woods we wander'd " Till the ev'ning's fading ray, " Bade our Charles withdraw for ever ^ " From his Highland hills away. " Fast the tears fell at our parting, *' Yet short time had we to mourn, " Sadly to my native valley " Did my fainting footsteps turn. THE HIGHLAND SOLDIER. 71 ** Soon I reach'd that well-known mountain " Tow'ring o'er the bushy glen, ' Little thinking to behold it, " Death-place of our gallant clan. " Struck I stood in speechless horror, " Where the blue lake winding flow'd, " For reflected on its bosom, " Britain's vengeful fires glow'd.* " Cumberland,* remorse attend thee, " Cruel scourge of Albin's* race, " Tho' her hapless sons were conquer'd, " Glory crown'd them in disgrace. " Death has spread his mantle o'er them, " 0"er ray gallant friends so dear, " Pardon then my story faulfring, " Ah ! forgive this bitter tear. 72 THE HIGHLAND SOLDIER. " Forc'd to fly from Scotia's mountaius- " From the cottage once my own, " Now 1 rove a houseless stranger, " Drooping desolate undone. NOTES. ' A district of the Highlands, where Prince Charles (the Pretender) first set up his standard in 1745, in his last attempt to regain the crown of these kingdoms. " Strath is an appellation applied in the Highlands to .the openings between the mountains which runpa- rallel to each other, and are inhabited by the different clans, which certainly took their origin from this na- tural formation of the country. ^ After his defeat, and the total dispersion of all his followers, two or three alone excepted. Prince Charles fled to the sea coast, where he embarked, and after many hardships and dangers escaped to France. * After the battle of Culloden, Avhich entirely de- feated the hopes of the rebels, and subdued the whole tounlryto the British troops, the latter totally wasted NOTES. 73 it by fire and sword, peaceful hamlets were laid in ashes, and their unfortunate inhabitants slaughtered ; -so dreadful is the fate of war, which too often con- founds the innocent with the guilty. ' William Duke of Cumberland, who commanded as general of the forces against the followers of Prince Charles, and after his defeat behaved with great se- verity towards the vanquished rebels. * The Erse name for the Hijrhlands. [74] THE GRAVE OF HENRY. Within yon ancient ivy'd tow'r. Where no intrusive step may tread, Where beams the moon at ev'ning hour, Repose the ashes of the dead. There, there, is calm'd the troubl'd breast, There sorrow's tears may cease to flow. The peasant and the prince must rest, Secur'd alike from human woe. Yet pity still may grant a tear, Where youth and genius find a tomb, And friendship mourn upon the l)ier, Lamenting Henry's early doom. THE GRAVE OF HENRY. 75 From Snowdon's cliffs, that awful rise, The moon with tranquil lustre beams. On the cold grave where Henry lies. By dark Llanberris' wand'ring streams. Her earliest sweets shall spring bestow. And roses deck the hallow'd ground ; WTiile softest music breathes below, And guardian angels hover round. And oft, when eve's dark shade descends The village swains shall gather there. While o'er the grave some tenant bends, And murmurs many a brok'n pray'r : Or should some pilgrim wander near, And pause to view thcsculptur'd tomb, To virtue, honor, genius dear, He'll sigh to think of Henrv's doom. 76. THE GRAVE OF HENRY. Yet sighing say tho' short his date. Blasted by death each earthly joy, Kind Heav'n will grant a happier fate. Which death shall ne'er again destroy- 177] THE IRISH EXILE. Erin, farewell, o'er the wild ocean roaming. How oft to past transports shall raem'ry turn. And when yon bright orb in the western wave sinking, With its parting beams gilds the mountains of Mourne. Then, alas ! it will shine on ray lov'd native valley, Where first these sad eyes view'd the glory of day. On my humble roofd cot tho' forlorn and deserted. It will smile as it wont in the ev'nings of Jlay. My Norah perhaps on the thresliold reclining, Its splendor shall view in sick'ning despair. And think on her Dermot, a hrart-brok'n stranger, Far away doora'd to wander the victim of care. 78 THE IRISH EXILE. Ah, never, ray Norah, again shall your Derraot, 'Midst the green vales of Erin so carelessly roam, Far away is my country, my cottage, my true love. Far away the wild mountains which shelter my home. And, oh ! when I rove thro' Columbia's vallies, 'Midst wild pathless deserts, and forests so drear, A sigh I shall waft o'er the dark-heaving ocean, For my Norah, my country, shall fall the fond tear ; And when worn with grief, the pale victim of sorrow, I sink on ray couch, to my bard fate resign'd, To thee, oh ! my Norah, my last thoughts will wander, And thine the last siijh of an agonizd mind. [79] THE GRAVE OF BURNS. Lo Scotland mourns her star of genius fled. Where Burns her native bard reclines his head, Sunk in the grave his toils of life are o'er, And want assails and genius fires no more, Clos"d is that eye whence ne'er again shall start The sad effusions of a gen'rous heart. And mute that tongue which nature taught to please, Wth rustic numbers and with sportive ease: No more o'er Scotland's rocks and healh'ry plains, Shall echo waft his wild harp's plaintive strains; \o more along the blooming banks of Ayr, The list'ning ploughman leans upon his share, Leans the sad tale of injurd love to hear, While pity greets the sulT'rcr Mith a tear, 80 THE GRAVE OP BURNS. The winding braes of Ballochrayle shall mourn For him who neiVer never can return : Montgom'ry's tow'rs, which crown the lonely dale, And the wild scenes of Ayr's romantic vale, In mournful sadness their lost bard deplore, And the swains weep of Evan's wild-wood shore; Yet still wherever genius finds a home, From Orkney's northern isles to tow'ring Rome, The Cotter's mem'ry shall be wafted there, And the world hail the peasant swain of Ayr. [81 ] LINES IN THE RUIXS OF KEMLWORTH CASTLE, WARWICKSHIRE. IVIii.D thro' yon arch the sun's declining ray Gilds the calm close of Autumn's vari'd day, The light-wing'd bat, the tenant of the tow'r, Wheels its slow flight at cv'ning's dusky hour. Still as the grave the length'ning shadows fall; " Where the long grasso'ortops tlie niould'ring wall;' Here oft the peasant, as ho homeward speeds Across the slo|ting hills and dewy meads, In fanc) views sad spectres glide along. While terror checks the rustic's jocund song. 82 LINES ON THE RUINS, &C. Lost Kenilworth ! how chang'd thy tow'rs appear, Since the proud time when Leicester goveru'd here ; No more thy trophi'd hall with spoils is hung, Gain'd from the hardy chase these woods among ; No more the blazing fire illumes thy halls. But sadness hovers o'er thy mould'ring walls. The ivy now around thy tow'rs is spread, And far away the scenes of grandeur fled, Efliblem of human fate thy swift decay. Proves the short date of splendor's little day. [83] ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL SIR JOHN MOORE; THE BATTLE OF CORUNNA. Hark ! 'tis the knell of death, a spirit fled, And Moore lies numbered with th' illustrious dead ; Greatly he died Iberia long shall tell In vicfry's hour the youthful hero fell: Tho' press'd by squadrons num'rous as the host Of Pharoah's locusts on the Memphian coast, Retreating he still urg'd his daring way, And gain'd the laurels of a doubtful day; Rut laurels steep'd, alas I in many a tear, Since England mourns her soldier's early bier. 84 ON THE DEATH OF SIR JOHN MOORE. And now, whene'er Corunna's ' tow'rs arise In proud perspective to a Spaniard's eyes, O'er Moore's cold ashes shall his tears be shed, To think for him the hero fought and bled : And as joung Hannibal on Ebro's shore Eternal hatred to the Romans swore, So shall Iberia's sons, victorious now. Unceasing hate to Gallia's tyrant vow ; Moore's shade shall urge them to each gloriousdeed, Teach them alike to conquer or to bleed. From realms of light view freedom's flag imfurl'd, And Spaniards rise deliv'rers of a world, 1 Sir John Moore was buried in the citadel of Corunna. [85] BATTLES OF THE DANUBE. Blest be the day when bright on Danube's shore, The glorious dawn of liberty arose, Blest be the raera'ry of lamented Moore, Who died victorious 'midst retreating foes. Blest be the soldier, who on honor's bed, For freedom fightini;, bravely dares to die, Blest be each patriot number'd with the dead, Sacred the spot where Valor's doom'd to lie. Blest be the warriors who iu hostile ranks. Now nobly strive on Spain's romantic shore, And those who toiling on tiie Danube's banks, Bravely defy the robber-chieftaiu's pow'r. 86 THE BATTLES OF THE DANUBE. That giant pow'r -which palsi'd ev'ry arm, Unnerv'd the strong, and laid the valiant low, And as some potent necromancer's charm, Benumb'd all Europe with torpedo blow. But now the hour is come, by Heav'n decreed, When injur'd Freedom shall lament no more, And Tyranny herself be doom'd to bleed, Defeated on the rocky Danube's shore. Yet hark! what sounds are those assail my ear, Ye dreams of glory liberty adieu, The loud laments of Austria's fate I hear. Her brok'n standards flying squadrons view. Gay smil'd the morn on Danube's sparkling tide, Austria's proud lances glitter'd in the beam The sun dechn'd, that sparkling wave was dyed In Austria's blood her heroes swell'd the stream. THE BATTLES OF THE DANUBE. 87 And shall no Wallace Sidney Bruce return- No Kosciusko bid our bosoms glow ? Must we still weep o'er valor's fruitless urn, And mourn the thousands tyranny laid low ? Is it for this that England fought so well On Vimiera and Corunna's plain ? Tor this her sons at Talavera fell In the lost cause of liberty and Spain ? For peace will now her olive wreath extend O'er smoking ruins plains laid waste by war, Napoleon bids (fierce foe, insidious friend), That peace eternalchainsfor Europe shall prepare. [88] ERIN GO BRAGH. When from the lov'd cot where my forefathers dwelt, Erin ma voiirneen slan lasrht go brash,* Oppression remov'd me, keen an:^iiish I felt, Erin ma vourneen slan laght go bragh. Oh ! Ireland, I cherish'd thy lakes and wild mountains, Thy dark waving forests, thy clear bubbling fountains, But no more Til behold thy forests or mountains, Erin ma vourneen slan laght go bragh. Howfastfellmy tears, when from Ireland they tore me, Erin ma vourneen slan laght go bragh. Across the wide ocean distracted they bore rae, Erin ma vourneen slan laght go bragh. ' Ireland, ray darling, for ever adieu 1 ERIN GO BRAGH. 89 As the wild rocks of Antrim withdrew from my sight, Farewell, 1 exclaim"d, ye false dreams of delight. No more these lov'd hills shall arise in my sight, Eria ma TOurDeen slaa laght go bragh. [90] EPITAPH. 1 F ever genius claim'd affection's tear, If ever friendship wept an early bier, If ever worth and youth together grew, Henry, to thee, this mournful tribute's due ; Thine was the heart, that knew no dark disguise, From whence each godlike feeling learnt to rise, Thine, native worth that shone 'midst ev'ry scene, Bright or tempestuous, clouded or serene. That e'en in death the full assurance gave Of endless bliss beyond the silent grave. Yet still we weep tho' tow'rds Ih' immortal shore Where virtue smiles, and grief laments no more. Thy sainted shade is now for ever flown To rest in peace beside th' Almighty's throne. Where kindred spirits shall again return, Hio more to part, and ne'er again to mourn. [91 ] HUNTERS OF ST. GOTHARD. Come, Albert, come, the sun-beams bright Already gild St. Gothard's height. The savage wolf we chase to-day. O'er Alpine mountains far away. Soon, soon, his forfeit head we'll gain. And bear in joy to Uri's ' plain ; Then, Albert, haste no more delay, The sun-beams on St. Gothard play. Hark ! from the woods and glens around, Their horns the early huntsmen sound ' Uri is the canton of Switzerland in which the mountain of St Gothard is situated. 92 THE HUNTERS OF ST. GOTHARD. Gaily the slipp'ry paths they tread, Tho' threat'ning cliflFs o'ertop their head, To wild St. Gothard's steeps they hie, Ere the sun gains the noontide sky, TJien, Albert, haste no more delay, The huntsmen's bugles call away. When ev'ning comes with joyful beam. We'll hail the moon illumin'd stream ; We'll hail the stars, whose friendly light Conducts us, 'midst the dews of night, To where the hamlet's cheerful glow Gleams on the pale and crusted snow ; Then, Albert, haste no more delay. The sun-beams on St. Gothard play. [93] STANZAS. Wh e >' o'er the ocean night's dark shades arise, And howling winds proclaim a tempest near, The mariner oft turns his anxious eyes To where some distant watch-tow'r may appear; Then if athwart the gloom pale streams of light Reveal the wish'd-for haven to his sight, Fraught with fresh hope, he plies the lab'ring oar, Defies the surge, and gains the friendly shore. Thus in the voyage of life, when griefs assail. When dark, and dreary cvry scene appears, Misfortunes press remorseless foes prevail. And Hope, delusive pow'r, no longer cheers; V4 STANZAS. If friendship's star beams forth with heav'nly light. And pours its radiance on our raptur'd sight, Misfortune's baleful tribe fade swift away. And grief no longer clouds the op'ning day. [95] LINES THE APPROACH OF SPRING. JLet others hail the near approach of spring. And view with gay delight the length 'aing days. To me those days no dawn of comfort' bring, My hopes return not with the sun's bright rays. Torn from the scenes where once I joy'd to roam, Destin'd no more those mucli lov'd groves to view, Shelt'ring the turrets of my native home That nod above the glen of dusky hue, Condenm'd, when summer paints the plain, no more To wander blithe along the dewy vale, To watch the white wave dash the sounding shore, Or pluck the primrose and the cowslip pale. 96 ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING. The purple vi'let sweetest chilil of morn. For me no more shall scent the vernal air. Nor fragrant musk-rose peep beneath the thora. The humbler lily or the snow drop fair. [97] LAND OF MY FOREFATHERS. Hicn beat my heart, when thy cloud-cover'd moun. tains, Land of my forefathers, rose in ray view. Where oft they have conquer'd and bled in thy battles, And staia'd thy dark streams with their sword's sanguine hue. But sunk are the halls where their glory resounded. The harper enliv'ns their castles no more. Thro' the grass-manll'd courts the loud winds are whistling, And no sound is heard, save the tempest's deep roar. U 98 THE LAND OP MY FOREFATHERS. And fled are the chieftaias, the pride of thy mountains, No longer to glory they lead thy brave clans, Deserted and silent the forts in thy vallies, Extinguish'd the spirit which liberty fans. Pale vassal of England, the proud boast of freedom Is heard not, alas! o'er St. George's wild wave, And liberty now her last sigh is breathing On the mould'riug records of Roderick's grave. Since chang'd thus I find thee, sweet isle of the oceaOi The charm of thy beauties romantic is o'er, Lost the ardor I felt for the deeds of old story. The land of my forefathers glads me no more. 1 Roderick O'Connor, last king of Ireland. [99] SONG IMITATED FROM THE ITALIAN OP METASTASIO. Xh e sailor vows, that to the treach'rous main He ne'er will trust with easy faith again; But when he views the billows calmly glide, Forgets his vow, and once more tempts the tide. The warrior too, his martial ardor o'er. Resolves to wield his much-lov'd arms no more, But, should he chance a trumpet's sound to hear, Flies to the field, and grasps his laurell'd spear. ORIGINAL. Giura il nocchier, che al mare, Non prestera piu fede. Ma, se tranquillu il vede, Corre di nuovo al mar. 100 SONG. Di non trattar piii I'armi, Giura il guerrier talvolta, Ma, se una tromba ascolta, Gia non si sa freuar. [ 101 ] SONNET WRITTEN ON THE SEA AT SIDMOUTH, DEVONSHIRE. Bright on the dancing waves the 8un-beams play, The cool breeze whistles in the swelling shroud, The sea-gull o'er the billows wheels his way, Lost are the murmurs of the bustling crowd: The curling hamlet smoke between the trees, Peering above the cliflF's aerial height. In distance fade, while launching on the seas. The pomp of ocean bursts upon our sight: So sink the scenes in life's declining vale. When age has dimm'd the eye, and quench 'd the ear. The melody of birds no more we hear, Nor scent the musky rose and vernal gale : But then to virtue, Heav'n's bright glories rise. And angel spirits beckon from the skies. [102] SONNET, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN LOCHLEVEN CASTLE. How still, how calm, this tranquil midnight hour, While the moon hearas o'er Leven's glassy lake; And the grey owl from yonder hallow'd tow'r, Alone disturbs the silence of the brake : In these damp cells, from light and life iramur'd, Scotland's lost Mary heav'd the anguish'd sigh ; Till youthful Douglas ' late to war innur'd, Ply'd the tough oar bade her from slav'ry fly; ' Mary Queen of Scots was carried a prisoner to Lochleven Castle by the confederate Scotch lords, where she was treated with great rigor; she however prevailed upon George Douglas, a boy of eighteen, brother to the keeper of the castle, to attempt her release, which he effected. Soon after followed the battle of Langside, where her forces were totally routed, and she her- self fled to Dundrcnan in Galloway, and from thence retired to England. 90NNET. 103 Unhappy Queen ! tho' thou art now no more, (Thro' death at length has ceas'd thy weary woes), And in the peaceful grave all sorrows close; Yet shall thy fate be mourn 'd till hist'ry's o'er: Successive ages shall lament thy doom. And pity blossom o'er thy early tomb. [ 104 ] SONG. Far as the Indian world extends, To distant climes unknown, Where 'midst wild woods the plantain bends, That sigh of thine is flown. While thus on ocean's whisp'ring breeze Thy balmy sigh is borne, By fancy wafted o'er the seas, Another shall return. [105] MUCRUSS ABBEY. WRITTEN ON SEEING SOME VERY BEAUT IFOL VIEWS OF MITCRVSS ABBEY, LAKE OF KILLARNEY, IRELAND. Ye antique tow'rs, ye close-embow'ring glades, Which scarce a sun-beam gilds at fervid noon, How sweet to wander 'midst your sacred shades, Beneath the pale light of the midnight moon. Time was when thro' yon cloister'd arches fair, By the wild ivy closely now entwin'd, At midnight would the lurid torches glare. And pealing anthems swell th' enraptur'd mind. Or haply too at day's declining hour, When o'er the lake slow toH'd the vesper bell, Same way-woru pilgrim sought this hallow'd tow'r, Within it* sacred shades his griefs to tell. 106 MUCRUSS ABBEY. But now, alas ! those days no more return, When heav'n-born charity unclos'd the door. With pitying smile forbade the wretch to mourn, And calm devotion trod Killarney's shore. Yet still amidst these scenes to nature dear, As o'er Mangerton steals the twilight gloom, Some way-worn pilgrim oft may wander here To breathe a sigh o'er virtue's silent tomb. For here, perhaps, some noble heart may rest Unknown to peace, while doom'd to dwell below, Which oft has bled to hear of worth distrest, And bade the tear of gen'rous pity flow. Where tops the arbutus yon cloister'd wall. And its wild branches deck a flow'r-strewn grave, Some form may rest beneath the darksome pall, Whom neither genius virtue youth could save : MUCRUSS ABBEY. 107 Nor weeping kindred mourning o'er the bier, Nor friendship's tear, nor love's heart-rending sigh, All, all were vain ! then, pilgrim, linger here, Reflect, ere long 'twill prove thy turn to die. Now homeward wheeling at the close of day, The heron screams along Killarney's shore, Hush'd is the pipe of joy, the minstrel's lay, The hamlet's busy hum is heard no more. On Glena's bay a deep'ning shadow low'rs From the dark mountain's wood-invested brow ; High o'er his cliff the monarch eagle tow'rs To view the setting sun's last vivid glow. In shades like these reflection holds her reign, 'Midst woods and mountains, cloister'd arches drear; Mirth crown'd with flow'rs may revel in the plain. But iorrow's vot'ries seek their refuge here. [ 108 ] LINES WRITTEN OCTOBER 18th, 1809, THE ANNIVERSARY OF HENRY II. LANDING AT WATERFORD, WHEN HE WENT OVER TO SUBDUE IRELAND, 1172. Deep midnight long had past, and from the tow'r The chiming bells announc'd the morning hour, The wav'ring taper in the socket play'd, And brighter blazing speedily decay'd ; No crimsoh'd east, no glory-beaming ray Smil'd on the dawn of Erin's fatal day, The morning rose in clouds the shrouded moon Left the skies cheerless as night's darkest noon, When starting I beheld with mute surprise A pallid unknown form before me rise; Across her arms an unstrung harp she bore. Around her brows a faded shamrock wore, ON HENRY II. LANDING AT WATER FORD. 109 Her raven tresses o'er her shoulders spread, Her dark eyes flashed thro' tears, as low she said, " Before thee now Hibernia's Genius see, " Oh ! think on all my wrongs, and weep for note. " Albion may smile on this ill-fated morn, " That a fresh conquest to her crown was borne ; ** But Erin weeps in tears of blood the hour " When first she sunk beneath Britannia's pow'r. " Not always thus I wander'd lost alone " Once in my green isle Freedom held her throne, " Now far is fled that eldest born of Heav'n, " To whom all genius virtue truth are giv'n, " 'Midst scenes of death and horror still ador'd, " Guiding the poet's song, the patriot's sword : " Fall'n are the brave, Tyrone, alas ! no more " Defends the birthright of his native shore, " No steel-clad chieftains lead a warrior train, " Firm as their mountains to the tented plain, " To crush the stern oppressor's iron pride, *' Redress their wrongs, and cast his yoke aside; 110 ON HENRY II. LANDING AT WATERFORD. " Fled are the bards whose heav'n-descended fire " Bade my brave sons to noblest deeds aspire, " No warning voice is heard ; amidst the gloom " Pale and unheeded, rises Freedom's tomb, " 'Midst towerless castles desolation reigns, " Deep sadness hovers o'er deserted plains, " While stern-brow'd tyranny and want are there, " And mis'ry's last sad refuge, deep despair : " Yet still may Heav'n's all just avenging arm, *' Smite Erin's tyrant foes with late alarm, " Burst their dread bonds, give vict'ry to the brave, " Chains to the tyrant, freedom to the slave ; " Heav'n's bitterest vengeance on oppressors fall, " And one unbounded ruin circle all." She paus'd a crimson'd ray of light was shed Bright on Hibernia's Genius ere she fled. C 111 3 SONG ON ST. PATRICK'S DAY. While Wales owns her David, and England her And St. Andrew of Scotland's the boast, [George, Oh ! the isle that is wash'd by th' Atlantic's wild surge Has a saint for her own rocky coast. When Erin arose from the waves of the west, St. Patrick by Heav'n's decree, Ordain'd her the isle of the saints and the blest,* Brightest gem of the silver sea. The Rose and the Thistle united may bloom. And the tyrant of Europe defy ; But their glories would fade in the night of the tomb. Should the Shamrock her friendship deny. ' Ireland has been sometimes supposed to be one of the sacred islands of the Hindoos situated in the west. 112 ON ST. Patrick's day. May thy blessing, St. Patrick, then freedom restore, Hurl ruin and death on our foes. While the Shamrock, and Thistle of Scotland's shore, Shall twine with England's Rose. [ 113 ] LINES ADDRESSED TO THE SATIRIST ox THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF ITS PUBLICATION, OCTOBER 1st, 1808. Hail to the Satirist ! the glorious sun Once thro' the signs his annual course has run; Since first, of virtue friend, of vice the foe, Thy high command bade wit and satire flow, To lash the follies of this senseless age. Chastise the press, and renovate the stage: Then still j)ur-.ue thy daring, hold career. Bid vice, bid folly, tremble, yet revere. .And oh ! as once at llome, in Rome's proud hour. When half the subject world confess d her pow'r, A poet rose, who, energetic, strong. With satire's rod appall'd the guilty throng-, 1 114 LINES ADDRESSED TO And still to distant ages, distant climes. Preserves the record of degen'rate times, Did'st thou arise, and may'st thou from our shore Chase vice and folly, to return no more ; Tho' crirason'd conquests on our arms attend, Tho' well-poiz'd laws our liberties defend, Tho' temp'rate suns our groves and plains adorn, Tho' blest with balmy eve and roseate morn, Still in the Briton's breast extremes are known. Our minds the frigid or the torrid zone, 'Tis thus when fashion holds her sovereign sway, And reigns the tyrant of her little day, The grave, the gay, the wealthy, and the poor, Throng round her shrine, and senselessly adore; But thou, oh ! Satirist, change this decree, Reform the green isle of the northern sea ; Bid talents, virtue, taste, assert their pow'r. No more let vice or folly rule the hour, With wit, with satire banish far the race Who blast Britannia's realm with dire disgrace. THE SATIRIST. 115 Oh ! reign triumphant; may each rolling year Thy name to genius, learning, worth endear, And distant ages hail th' auspicious morn When thou, the scourge of guilty times, wert born. ELEGY WRITTEN IN A RUINED ABBEY. Husu'd is the pipe of joy the village throng No more assemble to the minstrel's song, All hush'd in sleep, deep silence reigns around, While slow I tread this consecrated ground ; Thro' high-arch'd casements the pale moon-beams throw Uncertain lustre on each form below, Here mould'ring tombs, long left without a name, Prove the short date of all terrestrial fame, Prove truly transient are the hopes of man, His age, his raem'ry, dwindl'd to a span. Yet love must weep, yet drooping friendship mourn O'er genius, worth, and youth's untimely urn, ELEGY. 117 Still the pale marble fond affection rears, 'Graves the iov'd name, bedews it with her tears; Still thro' long aisles, each anxious suflF'ring o'er, To throb at joy's or pitj's touch no more. With nodding plumes and banners waving slow, The fun'ral train proceeds vain pomp of woe, For earthly grandeur can no charm impart To soothe the anguish'd feelings of the heart, Or bid the callous breast with pity glow. And sadly sympathize in other's woe. The humbler peasant, who at dawn of day From his thatch'd cottage speeds his destin'd way. O'er dew-bespangl'd heaths and moors to roam, Till crirason'd ev'ning warns him to his home, When sumraon'd from the world he yields his breath. And his eye closes in the sleep of death, His weeping neighbors round his cottage throng, To bear him the lone churchyard path along. And tears more genuine o'er his turf arc shed, Than oer the tombs where kings repose their head. 118 BLEGY. Yes still 'tis ever thus, in trophi'd vaults Are virtues blazon'd,and forgotten faults : The rough hewn cross beneath yon yew tree's shade. Still points the spot where some lov'd form is laid. And uncouth rhymes, descriptive of our end, Still guard the sacred relics of a friend, When e'en the strokes of labour'd art decay, And monumental records fade away. Remembrance still shall live thro' ev'ry clime, And bloom uninjur'd by the lapse of time. Yes, mem'ry shall recall e'en long fled years, Bedew the turf with fond affection's tears, Lament those virtues friendship could not save. And plant undying myrtle on the grave. [' 119 ] SONNET OJ LEAVING A FAVORITE PLACE OP RESIDENCE. Farewell, blest shades for rae no more shall bloom Your woodland walks bedeck'd with fairest flow'rs, For me no more, when glow the vertic hours, Shall the cool gale breathe thro' the dell's deep gloom ; \o more at crirason'd eve or early dawn. Blithe as the lark to hail the rising day, I cheerful brush the glitt'ring dews away, By fancy guided o'er the flow'ry lawn ; Yet oer these scenes tho' ever lost to me. Remembrance lingers with a sadd'ning tear, Recalling hours to faithful friendship dear, Fled as the moon-beams on the billowy sea. And now, Iho' o'er the world forlorn I rove, Your wild-wood walks and calm retreats 1 love. [ 120 ] EPITAPH. OwEET child of nature, beauty's darling child, On thee the heav'nly beams of genius srail'd, But smil'd in vain no joy could these impart To soothe deep anguish bury'd in the heart; Tho' blest with charms unknown on earth before, Tho' blest with all the Muses' boundless store, Yet cold and cheerless as the wint'ry sea, Was ev'ry future scene ordain'd for thee. But thou art now no more, the silent bier Has hush'd thy sorrows, clos'd thy sad career ; No more the tear shall tremble in thine eye, No more thy bosom heave the anguish'd sigh, No more thy plaintive lyre to grief be strung, Clos'd are thine eyes, and mute thy tuneful tongue, EPITAPH. 121 But in yon bright eternal realms of rest, Shall halcyon peace prove inmate of thy breast, The partial Muse in brighter colors glow, And hope's sweet rose supplant the thorn of woe. [ 122] THE SHAMROCK. OuecEss to the Shamrock, wherever it grows, 'Midst Libya's parch'd deserts, or Zembla's snows, How oft round the red crest of war it has twin'd, While the foes of lerne ' have fled far behind. When the battle-steeds rush'd like the thunder of Heav'n, And to Innisfail's' heroes was vicl'ry giv'n, With the laurel it wreath'd on the warrior's brow, But, alas ! it is wither'd and trampl'd on now. How green once it bloom'd, of lerne the pride, When the sun-beam of glory could cheer, 1 The ancient name of Ireland. * Another name for Ireland. THE SHAMROCK. 123 But that sun-beam is set in oppression's dark tide, And the storm of wild discord is near ; And the harp which once rung throughout Tara's^ wide hall, \o longer re-echoes its strain, Now silent it sleeps on the moss-cover'd wall Till a hero awake it again. When the banners of Freedom on Innisfail wave, When some hero arises his country to save, The harp's notes of triumph shall swell on the gale, From Mourne's* lofty mountains to Baltimore's' vale ; On Vi. fry's brow then the shamrock shall bloom, \o longer lie with'ring on Roderick's tomb ; The day-spring of glory on Innisfail beam. And freedom no more be to Erin a dream. 9 Tarawas the place of consultation of the princes of Ireland; very maeniticent accounts arc given of it by the Irish historians. * The Mourne mountains arc some of the most northern in Ireland. Baltimore is a town by the sea, situated nearly in the most southern extremity of Ireland, in the county Cork. L 124] LINES OCCASIONED BY OBSERVING AT A LARGE ASSEMBLY A BEAUTIFUL PAINTING OF A CAPTIYE IN A DUNGEON. li o ! thro' yon grated arch, one trembling ray Of light faint streaming sheds a doubtful day, Revealing to our sight the mournful cell Where horror, want, and pining sickness dwell. Where keen despair implores of death relief. Or madness laughs at agonizing grief; Sure these are scenes to strike impressive awe. View the sad captive on his bed of straw, View his clench'd hands, his wild dishevell'd hair, His visage pale and worn with ceaseles care: Oh ! pause awhile from yonder giddy throng, And, borne no more by fashion's tide along. LINES. 125 Gaze on this product of the painter's art. And think on Howard's worth on Howard's heart, Who in the lowly hut where niis'ry dwelt. Beside the couch of pain and sorrow knelt, While gen'rous pity bade his tears te flow. At sight of human guilt or human woe. Yes, pause awhile ,tho' gay the scene around, Tho' the hall rings with pleasure's festive sound, Tho' blazing tapers shed a mimic day, And fashion's pow'r presides with sov'reign sway, Reflect how many now by mis'ry led, Seek till the morn some poor and roofless shed. How many, sunk within a dungeon's gloom, Behold no ray of comfort but the tomb ; Then think ye great, as gay ye dance along, Cheerd by the sound of mirth, and pleasure's song, That to your charge both wealth and pow'r are giv'n, As guardians to a trust reposd by Heav'n, To soothe the toiling weary sons of care, And shield the wretched from the fiend despair. I 126] ELEGY/ Oh ! calm beams the moon on the grave of my Henry, Sad and sweet the lone nightingale warbles aroimd, From yon tall waving elms she pours her sad ditty, While the soft-murm'ring streamlet but adds to the sound. Ah ! now is the hour for pale sorrow to wander, Far, far from the proud haunts of guilt and of pain, O'er scenes of past transport with mem'ry to ponder, As she roves all alone on the wide dewy plain. Far sweeter the time to remembrance devoted, Tho' it mourns o'er the urn of a long-cherish 'd friend, Than pleasures by fashion's vain circle afforded, Which shortly with life's fleeting meteor must end. 1 These lines arc set to music by Mr. F. W. Crouch. ELEGY. 127 Yes, Henry, 'tis sweeter at ev'ning's still hour. To lament o'er thy virtues, to weep o'er thy doom. My vows of still ardent affection to tender. Beneath the dark cypress that shadows thy tomb. But shortly may death in his mercy unite me, With thee, my dear Henry, beside yon wild wave, Where the pale moon, which now o'er thy turf is sleeping, May placidly beam on my cold silent grave. [ 128 ] TO THE MOON* Hail, pensive Moon whose pallid beam With gentlest lustre cheers the stream, And silvers o'er the glade, Not all the golden blaze of day Can e'er surpass thy soften'd ray, Thy calm, thy tranquil shade. And now from out the rosy bow'r. Where erst they pass'd the sultry hour, The sportive elves repair To dusky grove or flow'ry hill, (Where gently winds the purling rill,) Beneath the midnight air. These lines are arranged as a glee by Mr. GrifBn. TO THE MOON. 129 Where blazing Sol exalted shines O'er Indian worlds Potosi's mines, Or Afric's burning plain, There nations bless thy milder ray, To soothe the sultry heat of day Far o'er the western main. K [ISO] THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. A FRAGMENT. Ih this wide globe, from either distant pole, Wherever climes extend, or oceans roll, Wherever life in vary'd form appears. Still Death demands the tribute of our tears ; As a stern tyrant he pursues his way, Nor scorns to seize an unresisting prey. In Eden's wilds, ere pity learnt to mourn. Or grief bedew'd with tears the sculptur'd urn; Ere slow disease consum'd the rose of health. Or thousands sunk the anxious preys of wealth, Ere guilt, sad ling'ring in a prison's gloom. With conscious horror view'd the yawning tomb. THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. 131 Ere mad ambitioD sought the gleaming plain, Or base assassins dyed their strords for gain; Death was unknown that fatal, sev'ring blow, Which lays the mourner's hopes for ever low ; Could cause no anguish then the bright sun smil'd, Aud calm content the peaceful hours beguil'd. But now no more those joys on earth are known, Peace life and virtue seek some happier zone, While Death remains to blast each roseate bow'r. Chill ev'ry hope and wither ev'ry flow'r; Ten thousand agents of destruction wait, And ev'ry avenue is barr'd by fate. Lo ! upon gay Sicilia's southern shore. Around whose coast the foaming billows roar, Where ancient Pharos ' from the rocky strand, Gleams o'er the waves, and lights the tow'ring laud, Death struck one sudden sad decisive blow, Which laid Catanea's stately structures low.' 132 THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. Fair beam'd the morn all nature smil'd serene, But Death. dark hover'd o'er the flatt'ring scenes On the calm surface of the land-lock'd bay, ' The sails unruffl'd by the zephyrs lay ; The drooping herds to shadowy vales retir'd, But e'en those vales no balmy breeze inspir'd ; The fierce meridian ray assail'd the groves. And parch 'd the verdure of the green alcoves: In the deep centre of the dusky woods A moan was heard resembling falling floods,* O'er the grey sand roU'd on th' impetuous sea, Thick vap'rous clouds portended heav'n's decree ; In dread suspense Catanea waits her doom. While fires electric light her to the tomb ; The earth, which some internal war deforms. Heaves as the billowy ocean vext with storms, E'en ancient Pharos totters to its base, And ceaseless shocks the trembling tow"rs deface ; At length the earth convuls'd with hideous groan, Catanea sinks its place no longer known. THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. 133 Where wild Calabria boasts her cloudless skies, The fiery columns of Vesuvius rise, Stern minister of Death, whose lavas throw Returning ruin on the plain below ; Oft on the bay begirt with glitt'ring spires,* Descend in threatening rage the liquid fires ; In vain the mother on her anxious breast Attempts to lull her weeping babe to rest. In vain the son his aged sire to guide. Traces those well-known paths so often tried ; Vain their attempts to fly dark midnight low'rs, They sink beneath the lava's burning show'rs; Loud shrieks of horror rend the darken'd air, All, all is agony or mute despair. While sulph'rous clouds of smoke ascending high,' Mock the calm radiance of a moonlight sky. Where alps on alps with glacieres mark the scene, And azure lakes and vallies wind between. To till the rock the peasant deems no toil, For here no tyrant master rules the soil; 134 THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. Freedom and industry join hand in hand. And rich with plenty crown the happy land. ' How gay with peace the smiling cots appear, Oftperch'd on ledges of the cliffs that rear Their steep ascents o'er wild St. Gothard's vale,* Blest with each product of the vernal gale ; Here, when still ev'ning o'er the landscape falls, And the glad rustic to the hamlet calls. Behind St. Gothard as the sun declines. How bright in borrow'd hues the valley shines, While the clear glacieres, dazzling to the sight, Glow in the lustre of reflected light,? How soothing then, as o'er the rugged steeps, Thro' trackless woods his way the wand'rer keeps, When starry hosts in heav'n's clear azure glow, And the moon glitters on the crusted snow ; Beside some cliff with knotty chesnuts crown'd, And pines that cast a solemn shade around, THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. 135 To hear the village-pipe's melodious strains, That charms the goat>herds of theneighb'ring plains, And marks some hospitable hamlet near. Whose social board his drooping soul may cheer. Here on the sraooth'shorn green the peasants throng. In fix'd attention to the minstrel's song, Here too the weary'd wand'rer who strays The slipp'ry steeps, or threads the forest's maze, Still finds a blazing hearth a welcome home, For ev'ry virtue crowns their humble dome, And ne'er shall wand'ring weary'd pilgrim fail, To bless the peasants of St. Gothard's vale : Yet here, e'en here, stern Death dominion keeps, And sways with iron pow'r St. Gothard's steeps Oft in the dead of night, when silence reigns. And sleep suspended o'er the dark'ning plains. Has hush'd thepipe of joy the sigh of care, And yields repose to all but keen despair; From tow'ring cliffs th' oppressive weight of snow" Bursts down the vale, o'erwhelraing all below. 136 THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. The sleeping swains, unconscious of their fate. Dream o'er the pleasures they enjoy'd so late. Till crush'd from high they fail with thund'ring sound, The hollow caverns of the rocks rebound, And the grey morn beholds a desert plain. Where death and horror o'er a chaos reign. Yes! 'midst these vales, tho' Freedom holds her sway, Still Death's fell pow'r Helvetia's wilds display. Not the dire Avalanche here reigns alone. Nor glacieres rifted from their cloud-capt throne. But on the lakes, when gentlest breezes blow Curling the tide; from mountains topp'd with snow A sudden blast beneath the rippling wave Consigns the wand'rer to a wat'ry grave.** Bright sunk the sun on Zurich's glitt'ring spires, The sleeping billows glow'd with western fires, Whenfrom the scene, by Gallic fury spread With countless numbers of unbury'd dead. TBJB TRIUMPHS OF 0ATH. 137 Conrad retura'd, with hope, with joy elate, (Alas ! how dark the stero decrees of fate). Four years an alien from his native shore. He heard unraov'd the tide of battle roar ; But oft at midnight, when with labour spent, Each weary'd soldier sought his shelt'ring tent, Conrad slow wand'ring o'er the silent ground, Where quiv'ring watch-fires dimly gleam'd around. Returned in thought to Zurich's native plain, And view'd his friends his social home again; Ah ! vainly sav'd from war's tempestuous toil, Since doom'd to perish on his native soil, Conderan'd no more his friends, his home to view, Nor Emma, to her Conrad ever true, Fir'd with fond hope, he gaily ply"d the oar. Soon rose the spires on Zurich's rocky shore. When a dark whirlwind ev'ry nerve unstrung, And death's cold damps on hapless Conrad hung ; Yet, as o'erwhelra'd beneath the yawning wave. No kind hand near his sinking bark to save. 138 THE TRIUMPHS OF DEATH. On op'ning joys for ever fled, he sigh'd Cali'd on his Ernma blest her name, and died. [ 139] NOTES. ' The Pharos of Messina is a light-house, situated on Cape Faro, in the strait between Italy and Sicily i near Messina; the tide hereebbs and flows every six hours with great rapidity. The earthquake which overthrew Catanea in Sicily happened in the year 1 693 : Sicily was the most inj ured by its violence, but it was likewise felt in England, Germany, and France : " The walls were dashed from " their foundations; and no less than fifty-four cities, " with an incredible number of villages, were either " destroyed or greatly damaged. The city of Catanea, " in particular, was utterly overthrown. A traveller, " who was on his way thither, at the distance of some " miles, perceived a black cloud, like night, hanging " over the place: the sea, all of a sudden, began to " roar, Mount Etna to send forth great spires of flame ^ " and soon after a great shock ensued, with a noise as " if all the artillery in the world had been at once " discharged. Our traveller being obliged to alight " instantly, felthimself raised a foot from the ground, *' and turning his eyes to the city, he with amazement 140 NOTES. " saw nothin but a thick cloud of dust in the air: " the birds flew about astonished ; the sun was dark- " ened; the beasts ran howhng from the hills; and, " although the shock did not continue above three " minutes, yet near nineteen thousand of the inhabi- " tants of Sicily perished in the ruins. Catanea, to " which city the describer was travelling, seemed the " principal scene of ruin ; its place only was to be " found, and not a footstep of its former magnificence " was to be seen remaining." Goldsmith's History of the Earth, vol. i. p. 94, London 1805. An earthquake is generally preceded by a deep and awful stillness, and an oppressive weight in the atmosphere; scarce a leaf is seen to stir, and the waves are perfectly calm and stagnant. * A hollow moaning is frequently heard in the woods before an earthquake. 5 The Bay of Naples. * In the most violent eruptions of Mount Vesuvius the heavens are perfectly serene, and occasionally through the thick volumes of smoke the moon may be seen shining in a clear blue sky. 7 This is unfortunately no longer applicable to Switzerland since the French have tyrannized over and destroyed that once free and happy country. NOTES. 141 The valley which bears the appellation of St. Gothard is not iu reality a fertile spot ; on the con- trary, it is extremely wild and dreary; but that of Urseren, contiguous to it, is beautiful, and the moun- tains are covered high up with pasture. " We turned " to the left and entered the valley of St. Gothard, " filled with the ruins of broken mountains, the Reuss, " a most rapid and vehement torrent, bursting through " it, on each side, immense shattered blocks of granite " of a beautiful greyish color (and of which the sum- " miU of these alps are composed) confusedly pile J " together. " The valley of St. Gothard, though not so wild as " that of Schoellenen, is yet exceedingly dreary. It " does not contain a single shed, or produce a single " tree, and the sides of the mountains are barely " sprinkled with short herbage. The extremity is " closed b J the still rude and naked rocksof the Feudo, " siippoiling in ils bol'ows vast masses of snow, while " the superb glaciere of the Locendro towers above " the adjacent heights. It is about two leagues from " I'rserea to lhi> place; l)ut the road, considering " the rugged nes>> ol the rocks, and the steepness of " the ascent, is not incommodious: it is from nine to " twelve feel broad; and is almost as well paved as 142 NOTES. the streets of London." Coxa's Travels in Switzer- land, vol. i. p. 317. London 1791. 9 When the sun sets, the glacieres and the snow-co- vered tops of the mountains are tinted with its rays, with a variety of beautiful colours. " These immense masses ofsnow called Avalanches, produce the most destructive eflFects; they roll from the tops of the mountains, burying beneath their weight, villages, flocks, herds, and whatever they meet in their passage. " As we were taking our re- " past, we were suddenly startled by a noise, like the " sound of thunder; occasioned by a large body of " snow falling from the top of the mountain, which, " in its precipitate descent, had the appearance of a " torrent of water reduced almost into spray. These ' avalanches (as they are called), are sometimes at- " tended with the most fatal consequences : for, when " they consist of enormous masses, they destroy every "thing in their course; and not unfrequently over- " whelm even a whole village. The best preservative ' against these effects being the forests, with which " tlie alps abound, there is scarcely a village, if situ- " ated at the foot of a mountain, that is not sheltered "by trees; which the inhabitants preserve with un- " common reverence, as their common protector. NOTES. 143 " Thus, Tfhat constitutes one of the principal beauties ", in the country, affords also security to the people." Co.xe's Travels in Switzerland, vol. i. p. 359, London 1791 ; besides the avalanches it very frequently hap- pens that a mountain falls from its place, and destroys the villages built on the declivity: the same author mentions the destruction of Plurs, a town subject to the Orisons, by the falling of Mount Conto, beneath which it was situated, August 25, 1618 " Contera- porary writers mention, that it contained three " churches, many large houses,andastone bridge over " the Maira; and that its population amounted to at "least 1500 inhabitants, who carried on no inconsi- " derable commerce. The valley in which it was situ- " ated is very narrow, and the whole town was buried " in one undistinguished ruin. A contemporary ac- " count relates, that the cloud of dust and rubbish " was so great as to cover the heavens like smoke, " and even to extend as far asChiavenna: the inhabi- " lants of Chiavenna, alarmed at this uncommon phc- " nomenon,were still more terrified at the disappear- " ance of the torrent Maira, which suddenly ceased " to flow by that town for near an hour! its course " being stopped by the fallen fragiuents of rocks. 144 NOTES. " until it forced its way over the ruins." Coxa's Travels in Switzerland, vol.ii. p. 16. London 1791, " Frequently on the lakes of Switzerland (in com- mon with other mountainous countries), when the waves are perfectly calm, a sudden blast of wind rushing through the openings of the mountains, swells the billows, creating a partial storm, and over- whelming whatever vessels are found within its in- fluence. London : Printed by W. 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