ILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: M Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. HEN I have borne in memory what has tamed When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee; we who find And I by my affection was beguiled : HE world is too much with us; late and soon, Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The winds that will be howling at all hours Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. NCE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty! She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she has seen these glories fade, When her long life hath reached its final day; TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE. JOUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men! His beams around thee, or thou rest thy head Wilt thou find patience? Yet die not; do thou Powers that will work for thee: air, earth and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. |