Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime, In the deep night, that all is well. If so he types this work of time Within himself, from more to more; Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipped in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die. CXXV What ever I have said or sung, Yet Hope had never lost her youth, She did but look through dimmer eyes; Or Love but play'd with gracious lies, Because he felt so fix'd in truth; And if the song were full of care, He breathed the spirit of the song; 5 periodic (in a large sense) 8 represent, properly CXXVII And all is well, tho' faith and form Proclaiming social truth shall spread, And justice, even tho' thrice again But ill for him that wears a crown, And molten up, and roar in flood; And compass'd by the fires of hell; While thou, dear spirit, happy star, IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ+ All along the valley, where thy waters flow, 1830, resulting in the overthrow of Charles X. I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years | All night have the roses heard Walk'd in the garden with me, The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd I said to the lily, "There is but one, With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away. I said to the rose, "The brief night goes In babble and revel and wine. Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast O young lord-lover, what sighs are those, one of the three. Nightingales sang in his woods, The Master was far away; Nightingales warbled and sang Of a passion that lasts but a day; For one that will never be thine? 18 26 And the soul of the rose went into my blood, Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of And long by the garden lake I stood, courtesy lay. Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well When can their glory fade? THE CAPTAIN A LEGEND OF THE NAVY He that only rules by terror Doeth grievous wrong. Deep as hell I count his error. Let him hear my song. Brave the captain was; the seamen Made a gallant crew, Gallant sons of English freemen, Sailors bold and true. But they hated his oppression; Stern he was and rash, So for every light transgression Day by day more harsh and cruel Secret wrath like smother'd fuel Burnt in each man's blood. So they past by capes and islands, Sailing under palmy highlands Far within the South. On a day when they were going O'er the lone expanse, In the north, her canvas flowing, Then the Captain's colour heightened, Joyful came his speech; But a cloudy gladness lighten 'd In the eyes of each. "Chase," he said; the ship flew forward, And the wind did blow; Stately, lightly, went she norward, Till she near'd the foe. Then they look'd at him they hated, Had what they desired; Mute with folded arms they waited Not a gun was fired. But they heard the foeman's thunder Roaring out their doom; All the air was torn in sunder, Crashing went the boom, Spars were splinter 'd. decks were shatter'd, . Bullets fell like rain; Over mast and deck were scatter'd Blood and brains of men. Spars were splinter 'd; decks were broken; Every mother's son Down they dropt-no word was spoken Each beside his gun. On the decks as they were lying, Were their faces grim. In their blood, as they lay dying, Those in whom he had reliance For his noble name With one smile of still defiance Sold him unto shame. Shame and wrath his heart confounded, Pale he turn'd and red, Till himself was deadly wounded Dismal error! fearful slaughter! Years have wandered by; Side by side beneath the water There the sunlit ocean tosses O'er them mouldering, And the lonely seabird crosses THE REVENGE* A BALLAD OF THE FLEET I At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a flutter'd bird, came flying from far away; "Spanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted fifty-three!'' See Sir Walter Raleigh's account, p. 208. And they blest him in their pain, that they were not left to Spain, 20 To the thumb-screw and the stake, for the glory of the Lord. IV He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight |