Then gentle winds arose, With many a mingled close
Of wild Æolian sound and mountain odour keen. And where the Baian ocean
Welters, with air-like motion,
Within, above, around its bowers of starry green, Moving the sea-flowers in those purple caves, Even as the ever stormless atmosphere Floats o'er the elysian realm, It bore me, (like an angel, o'er the waves Of sunlight, whose swift pinnace of dewy air No storm can overwhelm).
I sailed where ever flows Under the calm serene
A spirit of deep emotion
From the unknown graves
Of the dead kings of melody. Shadowy Aornos darkened o'er the helm The horizontal ether; heaven stripped bare Its depths over Elysium, where the prow Made the invisible water white as snow; From that Typhæan mount, Inarime,
There streamed a sunlit vapour, like the standard Of some etherial host;
Whilst from all the coast,
Louder and louder, gathering round, there wandered Over the oracular woods and divine sea
Prophesyings which grew articulate
They seize me—I must speak them ;—be they fate!
NAPLES! thou heart of men which ever pantest Naked beneath the lidless eye of heaven! Elysian City, which to calm enchantest
The mutinous air and sea,-they round thee, even As Sleep round Love, are driven !
Metropolis of a ruined paradise
Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained! Bright altar of the bloodless sacrifice
Which armed Victory offers up unstained
To Love the flower-enchained!
Thou which wert once, and then didst cease to be, Now art, and henceforth ever shalt be, free, If Hope and Truth and Justice can avail,— Hail, hail, all hail !
STROPHE II. B.
Thou youngest giant birth
Which from the groaning earth
Leap'st, clothed in armour of impenetrable scale ! Last of the intercessors
Who 'gainst the crowned transgressors
Pleadest before God's love! arrayed in wisdom's mail, Wave thy lightning lance in mirth ;
Nor let thy high heart fail,
Though from their hundred gates the leagued oppressors With hurried legions move! Hail, hail, all hail!
What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blaspheme Freedom and thee? Thy shield is as a mirror To make their blind slaves see, and with fierce gleam To turn his hungry sword upon the wearer;
Shall theirs have been-devoured by their own hounds! Be thou like the imperial basilisk, Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds! Gaze on Oppression, till, at that dread risk Aghast, she pass from the earth's disk; Fear not, but gaze-for freemen mightier grow, And slaves more feeble, gazing on their foe. If Hope and Truth and Justice may avail, Thou shalt be great.-All hail ! ANTISTROPHE II. B.
From Freedom's form divine, From Nature's inmost shrine,
Strip every impious gawd, rend error veil by veil : O'er Ruin desolate,
O'er Falsehood's fallen state,
Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Destroyer pale! And equal laws be thine,
And winged words let sail,
Freighted with truth even from the throne of God! That wealth, surviving fate, be thine.-All hail ! STROPHE III. Y.
Didst thou not start to hear Spain's thrilling paan From land to land re-echoed solemnly, Till silence became music? From the Exan To the cold Alps, eternal Italy
Starts to hear thine! The sea
Which paves the desert streets of Venice laughs In light and music; widowed Genoa wan, By moonlight, spells ancestral epitaphs, Murmuring "Where is Doria?" fair Milan, Within whose veins long ran The viper's palsying venom, lifts her heel To bruise his head. The signal and the seal (If Hope and Truth and Justice can avail) Art thou of all these hopes.-Oh hail !
Blushes within her bower for Freedom's expectation: From eyes of quenchless hope Rome tears the priestly cope,
As ruling once by power, so now by admiration,— An athlete stripped to run
For the high prize lost on Philippi's shore :— As then Hope, Truth, and Justice, did avail, So now may Fraud and Wrong! Oh hail! EPODE I. B.
Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms Arrayed against the ever-living Gods? The crash and darkness of a thousand storms Bursting their inaccessible abodes
Of crags and thunder-clouds?
See ye the banners blazoned to the day, Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride? Dissonant threats kill silence far away;
The serene heaven which wraps our Eden wide With iron light is dyed.
The Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions, Like chaos o'er creation, uncreating;
An hundred tribes nourished on strange religions And lawless slaveries. Down the aërial regions Of the white Alps, desolating,
Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, Trampling our columned cities into dust, Their dull and savage lust
On Beauty's corse to sickness satiating
They come! The fields they tread look black and hoary With fire-from their red feet the streams 'run gory!
Great Spirit, deepest Love, Which rulest and dost move
All things which live and are within the Italian shore; Who spreadest heaven around it,
Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it; Who sittest in thy star, o'er ocean's western floor!— Spirit of Beauty, at whose soft command
The sunbeams and the showers distil its foison From the earth's bosom chill!-
Oh bid those beams be each a blinding brand Of lightning! bid those showers be dews of poison ! Bid the earth's plenty kill!
Bid thy bright heaven above,
Whilst light and darkness bound it, Be their tomb who planned
To make it ours and thine!
Or with thine harmonizing ardours fill
And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone horizon Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire! Be man's high hope and unextinct desire The instrument to work thy will divine!
Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leopards, And frowns and fears from thee,
Would not more swifty flee
Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shepherds.— Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine Thou yieldest or withholdest, oh let be This City of thy worship ever free!
SUMMER AND WINTER.
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon, Towards the end of the sunny month of June, When the north wind congregates in crowds The floating mountains of the silver clouds From the horizon, and the stainless sky Opens beyond them like eternity.
All things rejoiced beneath the sun,-the weeds, The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds,
The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze, And the firm foliage of the larger trees.
It was a Winter such as when birds die In the deep forests; and the fishes lie Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when, Among their children, comfortable men Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold: Alas then for the homeless beggar old!
LINES TO A REVIEWER.
ALAS! good friend, what profit can you see In hating such a hateless thing as me? There is no sport in hate, where all the rage Is on one side. In vain would you assuage Your frowns upon an unresisting smile, In which not even contempt lurks, to beguile Your heart by some faint sympathy of hate. Oh! conquer what you cannot satiate: For to your passion I am far more coy Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy
THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying And the Year
On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
Come, Months, come away, From November to May,
In your saddest array ; Follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.
The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling, The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone To his dwelling.
Come, Months, come away;
Put on white, black, and grey;
Let your light sisters play—
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear.
1. THE fiery mountains answer each other,
Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone;
The tempestuous oceans awake one another,
And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne, When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown.
2. From a single cloud the lightning flashes,
Whilst a thousand isles are illumined around;
Earthquake is trampling one city to ashes,
An hundred are shuddering and tottering,—the sound Is bellowing underground.
3. But keener thy gaze than the lightning's glare, And swifter thy step than the earthquake's tramp ; Thou deafenest the rage of the ocean; thy stare Makes blind the volcanoes; the sun's bright lamp To thine is a fen-fire damp.
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