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Mildew and blast on his unshelter'd head;
As lions fierce, as forest-cedars tall, His brain was smitten by the sun at noon,
And terrible as torrents in their fall, [hurid, His heart was wither'd by the cold night-moon. Headlong from rocks through vales and vineyards
These men of prey laid waste the eastern world. “ 'Twas Cain, the sire of nations ;-Jubal knew His kindred looks, and tremblingly withdrew;
They taught their tributary hordes to wield (field,
The sword, red-flaming, through the death-strown He, darting like the blaze of sudden fire,
With strenuous arm the uprooted rock to throw, Leap'd o'er the space between, and grasp'd the lyre:
Glance the light arrow from the bounding bow, Sooner with life the struggling bard would part,
Whirl the broad shield to meet the darted stroke, And ere the fiend could tear it from his heart,
And stand to combat, like the unyielding oak. He hurl'd his hand, with one tremendous stroke,
Then eye from eye with fell suspicion turn'd, O'er all the strings; whence in a whirlwind broke
In kindred breasts unnatural hatred burn'd; Such tones of terror, dissonance, despair,
Brother met brother in the lists of strife, As till that hour had never jarr'd in air.
The son lay lurking for the father's life; Astonish'd into marble at the shock,
With rabid instinct, men who never knew Backward stood Cain, unconscious as a rock,
Each other's face before, each other slew; Cold, breathless, motionless through all his frame;
All tribes, all nations learn'd the fatal art, But soon his visage quicken’d into flame,
And every hand was arm’d to pierce a heart. When Jubal's hand the crashing jargon changed
Nor man alone the giant's might subdued ; To melting harmony, and nimbly ranged
- The camel, wean'd from quiet solitude, From chord to chord, ascending sweet and clear,
Grazed round their camps, or slow along the road,
Midst marching legions, bore the servile load.
With flying forelock and dishevell'd mane,
They caught the wild steed prancing o'er the plain, “ Slowly recovering from that trance profound, For war or pastime rein'd his fiery force; Bewilder'd, touch'd, transported with the sound, Fleet as the wind he stretch'd along the course, Cain view'd himself, the bard, the earth, the sky, Or loudly neighing at the trumpet's sound, While wonder flash'd and faded in his eye,
With hoofs of thunder smote the indented ground. And reason, by alternate frenzy crost,
The enormous elephant obey'd their will, Now seem'd restored, and now for ever lost.
And, tamed to cruelty with direst skill, So shines the moon, by glimpses, through her
Roar'd for the battle, when he felt the goad,
And his proud lord his sinewy neck bestrode,
“ Thus while the giants trampled friends and foes, Of strange emotions hurrying o'er his face,
Amongst their tribe a mighty chieftain rose;
What strange events his infancy befell.
“ A Goatherd fed his flock on many a steep, Pour'd through the sufferer's breast delicious balm, Where Eden's rivers swell the southern deep; And soothed remembrance till remorse grew calm,
A melancholy man, who dwelt alone, Till Cain forsook the solitary wild,
Yet far abroad his evil fame was known, Led by the minstrel like a weaned child.
The first of woman born, that might presume
To wake the dead bones mouldering in the tomb,
And, from the gulph of uncreated night,
Call phantoms of futurity to light. But hush !—thenceforward when recoiling care
'Twas said his voice could stay the falling flood, Lower'd on his brow, and sadden'd to despair,
Eclipse the sun, and turn the moon to blood, The lyre of Jubal, with divinest art,
Roll back the planets on their golden cars, Repell’d the demon, and revived his heart.
And from the firmament unfix the stars. Thus song, the breath of heaven, had power to bind
Spirits of fire and air, of sea and land, In chains of harmony the mightiest mind;
Came at his call, and flew at his command; Thus music's empire in the soul began,
His spells so potent, that his changing breath
Open’d or shut the gates of life and death.
THE GIANT CHIEFTAIN. “ When war, that self-inflicted
of man, His boldest crime and bitterest curse,-began ;
Obey'd his mandate:-Lord of all the rest,
Till sky and water wide around were spread; Man more than all his hidden art confess’d,
-Straight to the sun he thought his voyage led, Cringed to his face, consulted, and revered
With shouts of transport hail'd its setting light, His oracles,--detested him and fear'd.
And follow'd all the long and lonely night:
But ere the morning-star expired, he found
His stranded bark once more on earthly ground.
When in the east he saw the sun arise: [burn'd
Pride quickly check'd them :
ambition For thus he feign'd in his ecstatic mood
For bolder enterprize, as he return'd.
“ Through snares and deaths pursuing fame and
He scorn'd his flock from that adventurous hour,
And, leagued with monsters of congenial birth,
Began to scourge and subjugate the earth.
Meanwhile the sons of Cain, who will’d the soil,
By noble arts had learn’d to lighten toil;
Wisely their scatter'd knowledge he combined ;
Yet had an hundred years matured his mind, Midst rocks and glens, in savage solitude,
Ere with the strength that laid the forest low,
And skill that made the iron furnace glow,
His genius launch'd the keel, and sway'd the helm,
(His throne and sceptre on the watry realm,) And torrid suns his flexile limbs embrown'd:
While from the tent of his expanded sail,
He eyed the heavens and flew before the gale,
The first of men whose courage knew to guide He roam'd the vallies with his browsing fock,
The bounding vessel through the refluent tide.
Then swore the giant, in his pride of soul,
To range the universe from pole to pole,
Rule the remotest nations with his nod,
To live a hero, and to die a god.”
ICE-BLINK AND AURORA BOREALIS.
'Tis sunset: to the firmament serene
The Atlantic wave reflects a gorgeous scene:
The keen clear air grows palpable to sight,
Embodied in a fush of crimson light,
Through which the evening star, with mildergleam,
Descends to meet her image in the stream.
Far in the east, what spectacle unknown
Allures the eye to gaze on it alone?
-Amidst black rocks, that lift on either hand
Their countless peaks, and mark receding land;
Amidst a tortuous labyrinth of seas,
That shine around the arctic Cyclades;
Amidst a coast of dreariest continent,
The Ice-Blink rears its undulated head,
On which the sun, beyond th' horizon shrined,
Piled on a hundred arches, ridge by ridge,
O'er fix'd and fluid strides the Alpine bridge,
Whose blocks of sapphire seem to mortal eye
Hewn from cerulean quarries of the sky;
With glacier-battlements, that crowd the spheres,
The slow creation of six thousand years,
WRITTEN AT LEAMINGTON, IN 1817, ON VIEWING
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-Winter's eternal palace, built by Time:
Greenland their world, and all was strange beside; All human structures by his touch are borne Elsewhere they wander'd; here they lived and died. Down to the dust;-mountains themselves are worn At length a swarthy tribe, without a name, With his light footsteps; here for ever grows,
Unknown the point of windward whence they came; Amid the region of unmelting snows,
The power by which stupendous gulphs they cros'd, A monument; where every flake that falls
Or compass'd wilds of everlasting frost, Gives adamantine firmness to the walls.
Alike mysterious ;-found their sudden way The sun beholds no mirror in his race,
To Greenland; pour'd along the western bay That shews a brighter image of his face;
Their straggling families; and seized the soil The stars, in their nocturnal vigils, rest
For their domain, the ocean for their spoil. Like signal fires on its illumined crest;
Skraellings the Normans callid these hordes in scorn, The gliding moon around the ramparts wheels,
That seem'd created on the spot,-though born And all its magic lights and shades reveals; In trans-Atlantic climes, and thither brought Beneath, the tide with idle fury raves
By paths as covert as the birth of thought;
They were at once;—the swallow-tribes in spring
As if the air, their element of flight,
Brought forth new broods from darkness every night;
Slipt from the secret hand of Providence, Midnight hath told his hour; the moon, yet young, They come we see not how, nor know we whence. Hangs in the argent west her bow unstrung;
A stunted, stern, uncouth, amphibious stock, Larger and fairer, as her lustre fades,
Hewn from the living marble of the rock, Sparkle the stars amidst the deepening shades: Or sprung from mermaids, and in ocean's bed, Jewels more rich than night's regalia gem
With ores and seals, in sunless caverns bred, The distant Ice-Blink's spangled diadem;
They might have held, from unrecorded time, Like a new morn from orient darkness, there
Sole patrimony in that hideous clime,
So lithe their limbs, so fenced their frames to bear
Nimble, and muscular, and keen to run
To climb the slippery cliffs, explore their cells, Spun with the tissue of a million lines,
And storm and sack the sea-birds' citadels; Glistening like gossamer the welkin shines:
In bands, through snows, the mother-bear to trace, The constellations in their pride look pale
Slay with their darts the cubs in her embrace, Through the quick trembling brilliance of that veil: And while she lick'd their bleeding wounds, to brate Then suddenly converged, the meteors rush Her deadliest vengeance in her in most care: O'er the wide south; one deep vermilion blush Train'd with inimitable skill to float, O'erspreads Orion glaring on the flood,
Each, balanced in his bubble of a boat,
With dexterous paddle steering through the spray,
With poised harpoon to strike his plunging prey,
TIE PICTURE OF AN UNKNOWN LADY.
Image of oue, who lived of yore!
Hail to that lovely mien,
On land or ocean seen!
Were all earth's breathing forms to pass
But not extinct, they hold their way,
In glory through the sky:
Spirits, from bondage thus set free,
Vanish amidst immensity,
Where human thought, like human sight,
Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
Somewhere within created space,
Could I explore that round,
In bliss, or woe, there is a place,
Where she might still be found;
And oh! unless those eyes deceive,
I may, I must, I will believe,
That she, whose charms so meekly glow,
what she only seem'd below
An angel in that glorious realm,
Where God himself is king:
-But awe and fear, that overwhelm
Presumption, check my wings
Nor dare imagination look
Upon the symbols of that book,
Wherein eternity enrolls
The judgments on departed souls.
Of her of whom these pictured lines
A faint resemblance form;
_Fair as the second rainbow shines
Aloof amid the storm;
Of her this “ shadow of a shade"
Like its original must fade,
And she, forgotten when unseen,
Shall be as if she ne'er had been.
Ab! then, perchance, this dreaming strain,
Of all that e'er I sung,
A lorn memorial may remain,
When silent lies my tongue,
When shot the meteor of my fame,
Lost the vain echo of my name,
This leaf, this fallen leaf, may be
The only trace of her and me.
With one who lived of old, my song
In lowly cadence rose;
To one who is unborn, belong
The accents of its close:
Ages to come, with courteous ear,
Some youth my warning voice may hear;
And voices from the dead should be
The warnings of eternity.
When these weak lines thy presence greet,
Reader! if I am blest,
Again, as spirits, may we meet
In glory and in rest:
If not, and I have lost my way,--
Here part we;--go not thou astray;
No tomb, no verse my story tell!
Once, and for ever, fare thee well,
THE LAKE OF GENEVA,-CLARENS.
Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so
Not Inc His HE
A truth, which through our being then doth melt
Binding all things with beauty ;-'twould disarm The spectre Death, had he substantial power to barn.
Not vainly did the early Persian make
With Nature's realms of worsbip, earth and air, Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy pray'r!
It is the hush of night, and all between
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Orchirps the grasshopperone good-night carol more;
He is an evening reveller, who makes
Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
The sky is changed !-and such a change! Oh
night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue,
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
And this is in the night:- Most glorious night!
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
In us such love and reverence from afar,
selves a star.
Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirti, Asif they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake'sbirth.
The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scora, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb,And glowing into day: we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Lemao! may find room And food for meditation, nor pass by
All heaven and earth are still-though notin sleep,
But hath a part of being, and a sense
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above