A dirge devoutly breathed o'er sorrows past: And to the attendant promise will give heed The prophecy,-like that of this wild blast, Which, while it makes the heart with sadness shrink, Tells also of bright calms that shall succeed. IX. HOFFER. OF mortal parents is the Hero born When dreary darkness is discomfited, worn. O Liberty! they stagger at the shock From van to rear-and with one mind would flee, But half their host is buried:-rock on rock Descends :-beneath this godlike Warrior, see! Hills, torrents, woods, embodied to bemock The Tyrant, and confound his cruelty. X. ADVANCE-Come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed; Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named! Through the long chain of Alps from mound to mound And o'er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound; Like Echo, when the hunter train at dawn Have roused her from her sleep and forestlawn, Cliffs, woods and caves, her viewless steps resound And babble of her pastime!-On, dread Power! With such invisible motion speed thy flight Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to height, Through the green vales and through the herdsman's bower ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest Of moral prudence, sought through good and ill; Or pains abstruse-to elevate the will, Shall blush; and may not we with sorrow say, A few strong instincts and a few plain rules, Among the herdsmen of the Alps, have wrought More for mankind at this unhappy day Than all the pride of intellect and thought? XIII. AND is it among rude untutored Dales, There, and there only, that the heart is true? And, rising to repel or to subdue, Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails? Ah no! though Nature's dread protection fails, By Palafox, and many a brave compeer, dealt. The bread which without industry they fina. XIV. Of awful prudence, keep the unvanquished soul: And when, impatient of her guilt and woes, Europe breaks forth: then, Shepherds! shall ye rise For perfect triumph o'er your Enemies. XVI. HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on Thy matchless worth to all posterity Dwells in the affections and the soul of Blood flowed before thy sight without re morse; Disease consumed thy vitals; War upheaved The ground beneath thee with volcanic force: Dread trials! yet encountered and sus- Till not a wreck of help or hope remained, XVII. SAY, what is Honor?-'Tis the finest sense Of perilous war her weightiest armies fail, ON THE FINAL SUBMISSION OF THE TYR- Glory, and triumph. Yet with politic skill Endangered States may yield to terms unjust; Stoop their proud heads, but not unto the A Foe's most favored purpose to fulfill: Were the wide fields, the hamlets heaped with slain. Yet see (the mighty tumult overpast) Austria a Daughter of her Throne hath sold! And her Tyrolean Champion we behold Murdered, like one ashore by shipwreck cast, Murdered without relief. Oh! blind as bold, To think that such assurance can stand fast! XIX. BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight From Prussia's timid region. Go, and rest With heroes, 'mid the Islands of the Blest, Or in the fields of empyrean light. A meteor wert thou crossing a dark night: Yet shall thy name, conspicuous and sublime, Stand in the spacious firmament of time, In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed. Have "perished by his choice, and not his fate!" Hence lives He, to his inner self endeared; That this great Servant of a righteous cause Must still have sad or vexing thoughts to endure, Yet may a sympathizing spirit pause, With new-born hope. Unbounded is the might Admonished by these truths, and quench all Of martyrdom, and fortitude, and right. Hark, how thy Country triumphs!-Smil pain In thankful joy and gratulation pure. XXI. LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paid And so hath gained at length a prosperous height, ingly The Eternal looks upon her sword that gleams, Like his own lightning, over mountains high, On rampart, and the banks of all her streams XXIV. IN due observance of an ancient rite, On fleets and armies, and external wealth: To the paternal floor; or turn aside, Erewhile, by solemn consecration, given HUNGER, and sultry heat, and nipping blast From bleak hill-top, and length of march by night Through heavy swamp, or over snow-clad height These hardships ill-sustained, these dangers past, The roving Spanish Bands are reached at last, Charged, and dispersed like foam. but as a flight Of scattered quails by signs do reunite, Of combinations of long-practised art Where now?Their sword is at the Foeman's heart! And thus from year to year his walk they thwart, And hang like dreams around his guilty bed. XXXI. SPANISH GUERILLA. 1811. THEY seek, are sought; to daily battle led, For they have learnt to open and to close fled. strife And bloodshed, longed in quiet to be laid In some green island of the western main. XXXII. 1811. THE power of Armies is a visible thing, Formal, and circumscribed in time and space; But who the limits of that power shall trace No eye can follow, to a fatal place Within its awful caves-From year to year XXXIII. 1811. HERE pause the poet claims at least this praise, That virtuous Liberty hath been the scope Of his pure song, which did not shrink from hope In the worst moment of these evil days; From hope, the paramount duty that Heaven lays, Never may from our souls one truth depart― For its own honor, on man's suffering heart. * Sertorius. |