SIBYLLINE LEAVES. I. POEMS OCCASIONED BY POLITICAL EVENTS OR FEELINGS CONNECTED WITH THEM. WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. But dearly must we prize thee; we who find WORDSWORTH. Τὸ μέλλον ἤξει. Καὶ σὺ μην τάχει παρὼν E CHYL. Agam. 1225. ARGUMENT. The Ode commences with an Address to the Divine Providence, that regulates into one vast harmony all the events of time, however calamitous some of them may appear to mortals. The second Strophe calls on men to suspend their private joys and sorrows, and devote them for a while to the cause of human nature in general. The first Epode speaks of the Empress of Russia, who died of an apoplexy on the 17th of November, 1796; having just concluded a subsidiary treaty with the Kings combined gainst France. The first and second Antistrophe describe the Image of the Departing Year, &c., as in a vision. The second prophesies, in anguish of spirit, the downfall of this country. I. SPIRIT who sweepest the wild Harp of Time! It is most hard, with an untroubled ear *This Ode was composed on the 24th, 25th, and 26th days of December, 1795; and was first published on the last day of that year. Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear! Yet, mine eye fixed on Heaven's unchanging clime, Long had I listened, free from mortal fear, With inward stillness, and submitted mind; When lo! its folds far waving on the wind, I saw the train of the DEPARTING YEAR! Starting from my silent sadness Then with no unholy madness Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight, I raised the impetuous song, and solemnized his flight. II. Hither, from the recent Tomb, From Distemper's midnight anguish ; And thence, where Poverty doth waste and languish ; Ye Woes! ye young-eyed Joys! advance! Raises its fateful strings from sleep, And each domestic hearth, And with a loud and yet a louder voice, Still echoes the dread NAME that o'er the earth Justice and Truth! They too have heard thy spell, III. I marked Ambition in his war-array! I heard the mailed Monarch's troublous cry"Ah! wherefore does the Northern Conqueress stay? 'Groans not her chariot on its onward way?" Fly, mailed Monarch, fly! Stunned by Death's twice mortal mace, The insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye! Ye that gasped on WARSAW's plain! When human ruin choked the streams, Fell in conquest's glutted hour, Mid women's shrieks and infants' screams! Sudden blasts of triumph swelling, Rush around her narrow dwelling! The exterminating fiend is fled (Foul her life, and dark her doom) Mighty armies of the dead Dance like death-fires round her tomb! Then with prophetic song relate, Each some tyrant-murderer's fate! IV. Departing Year! 'twas on no earthly shore Thou storied'st thy sad hours! Silence ensued, Whose locks with wreaths, whose wreaths with glories shone. From the choired Gods advancing, The SPIRIT of the EARTH made reverence meet, V. Throughout the blissful throng, Till wheeling round the throne the LAMPADS seven, (The mystic Words of Heaven) Permissive signal make: The fervent Spirit bowed, then spread his wings and spake ! "Thou in stormy blackness throning 66 66 "Love and uncreated Light, By the Earth's unsolaced groaning, By Peace, with proffered insult scared, 66 By Years of Havoc yet unborn! "And Hunger's bosom to the frost-winds bared! "But chief by Afric's wrongs, 66 66 Stranger horrible, and foul! By what deep guilt belongs "To the deaf Synod, 'full of gifts and lies!' "By Wealth's insensate laugh! by Torture's howl! 66 Avenger, rise! "For ever shall the thankless Island scowl, "Her quiver full, and with unbroken bow? 66 Speak! from thy storm-black Heaven O speak aloud! "And on the darkling foe "Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud! VI. The voice had ceased, the vision fled; No stranger agony confounds The Soldier on the war-field spread, (The strife is o'er, the day-light fled, And the night-wind clamours hoarse! See the starting wretch's head Lies pillowed on a brother's corse!) VII. Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile, Echo to the bleat of flocks; Has social Quiet loved thy shore ; Or sacked thy towers, or stained thy fields with gore. VIII. Abandoned of Heaven! mad Avarice thy guide, Of central fires through nether seas upthundering O Albion thy predestined ruins rise, IX. Away, my soul, away! In vain, in vain the Birds of warning singAnd hark! I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind! Away, my soul, away! I unpartaking of the evil thing, Have wailed my country with a loud Lament. Now I recentre my immortal mind In the deep sabbath of meek self-content; Cleansed from the vaporous passions that bedim God's Image, sister of the Seraphim. FRANCE. AN ODE. I. YE Clouds that far above me float and pause, Ye Woods! that listen to the night-bird's singing, Through glooms, which never woodman trod, My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound, By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound! And O ye Clouds that far above me soared! Thou rising Sun! thou blue rejoicing Sky! Yea, every thing that is and will be free! Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be, With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty. |