To shield her and shelter her from the damp air." ROBERT SOUTHEY (1774-1843) FROM THE CURSE OF KEHAMA XIII. THE RETREAT O force of faith! O strength of virtuous will! Behold him in his endless martyrdom, Triumphant still! The curse still burning in his heart and brain, Patient the while, and tranquil, and content! 140 Such strength the will reveal'd had given And offer'd to her touch his speckled side; Or with arch'd back erect, and bending head, And eyes half-closed for pleasure, would he stand Courting the pressure of her gentle hand. Trampling his path through wood and brake, And canes which crackling fall before his way, And tassel-grass, whose silvery feathers play O'ertopping the young trees, On comes the Elephant to slake His thirst at noon in yon pellucid springs. Lo! from his trunk upturn'd, aloft he flings The grateful shower; and now Plucking the broad-leaved bough 160 THE CURSE OF KEHAMA 365 Of yonder plane, with wavy motion slow, Fanning the languid air, He moves it to and fro. 169 But when that form of beauty meets his sight, And when she pours her angel voice in song Entranced he listens to the thrilling notes, Till his strong temples, bathed with sudden dews, Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse. Well might they thus adore that heavenly Maid! Musk-spot, nor sandal-streak, nor scarlet 200 Nor trinketry on front, or neck, or breast, Marring the perfect form: she seem'd a thing Of Heaven's prime uncorrupted work, a child Of early nature undefiled, A daughter of the years of innocence. And therefore all things loved her. When she stood Beside the glassy pool, the fish, that flies Quick as an arrow from all other eyes, Hover'd to gaze on her. The mother bird, When Kailyal's step she heard, Sought not to tempt her from her secret nest, But hastening to the dear retreat, would fly To meet and welcome her benignant eye. 210 THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, "Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory. "I find them in the garden, The ploughshare turns them out! For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell me what 'twas all about," "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "My father lived at Blenheim then, So with his wife and child he fled, "With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then, But things like that, you know, must be II 18 24 30 36 42 48 CHARLES LAMB FROM A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO May the Babylonish curse "Straight confound my stammering verse, If I can a passage see In this word-perplexity, Or a language to my mind (Still the phrase is wide or scant), Half my love, or half my hate; And the passion to proceed More from a mistress than a weed. Sooty retainer to the vine! Bacchus' black servant, negro fine! 'Gainst women! Thou thy siege dost lay Thou in such a cloud dost bind us That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us; 367 IO 20 30 While each man, through thy heightening steam, Does like a smoking Etna seem; And all about us does express (Fancy and wit in richest dress) A Sicilian fruitfulness. ΙΟ Aped the true Hebrew miracle? 50 Bound with so playful and so light a foot, That the pressed daisy scarce declined her head. |