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WHO rises on the banks of Seine,

And binds her temples with the civic wreath?
What joy to read the promise of her mien!
How sweet to rest her wide-spread wings beneath!
But they are ever playing,
And twinkling in the light, —
And if a breeze be straying,

That breeze she will invite;

And stands on tiptoe, conscious she is fair,

And calls a look of love into her face

And spreads her arms as if the general air
Alone could satisfy her wide embrace.

Melt, Principalities, before her melt!

Her love hailed her wrath have felt!
But She through many a change of form hath gone,
And stands amidst you now, an armed Creature,

Whose panoply is not a thing put on,

But the live scales of a portentous nature;

That, having wrought its way from birth to birth, abhorred by Heaven, a terror to the

Stalks round




Threatened her foes,


I marked the breathings of her dragon crest; My soul in many a midnight vision bowed Before the meanings which her spear expressed; Whether the mighty Beam, in scorn upheld,

or, pompously at rest,

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Seemed to bisect the orbit of her shield,
Like to a long blue bar of solid cloud,
At evening stretched across the fiery West.


So did she daunt the Earth, and God defy! And, wheresoe'er she spread her sovereignty, Pollution tainted all that was most pure.

- Have we not known—and live we not to tell That Justice seemed to hear her final knell ? Faith buried deeper in her own deep breast Her stores - and sighed to find them insecure! And Hope was maddened by the drops that fell From shades-her chosen place of short-lived rest, Which, when they first received her, she had blest: Shame followed shame-and woe supplanted woeIs this the only change that time can show? How long shall vengeance sleep? Ye patient Heavens, how long?

-Infirm ejaculation! from the tongue
Of Nations wanting virtue to be strong
Up to the measure of accorded might, -
And daring not to feel the majesty of right!


Weak Spirits are there who would ask,
Upon the pressure of a painful thing,
The Lion's sinews, or the Eagle's wing;
Or let their wishes loose, in forest glade,

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Among the lurking powers

Of herbs and lowly flowers,

Or seek, from Saints above, miraculous aid;
That Man may be accomplished for a task
Which his own Nature hath enjoined
and why?
If, when that interference hath relieved him,
He must sink down to languish
worse than former helplessness and lie
Till the caves roar, — and, imbecility
Again engendering anguish,

The same weak wish returns

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But Thou, Supreme Disposer! might'st not speed The course of things, and change the creed, Which hath been held aloft before Men's sight Since the first framing of societies, Whether, as Bards have told in ancient song, Built up by soft seducing harmonies, Or pressed together by the appetite, And by the power, of wrong!





WHEN the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch
On the tired household of corporeal sense,
And Fancy in her airy bower kept watch,
Free to exert her kindliest influence;
I saw (but little boots it that my verse
A shadowy visitation should rehearse,

For to our Shores such glory hath been brought,
That dreams no brighter are than waking thought—)

I saw, in wondrous pérspective displayed,

A landscape richer than the happiest skill
Of pencil ever clothed with light and shade;
An intermingled pomp of vale and hill,
Tower, town, and city - and suburban grove,
And stately forest where the wild deer rove;
And, in a clouded quarter of the sky,
Through such a portal as with chearful eye
The traveller greets in time of threatened storm,
Issued, to sudden view, a radiant Form!

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