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Too long the assembly (he was pleased

to dread), And take up rather more time than a

day, To name his works—he would but cite a

few“Wat Tyler ”—“ Rhymes on Blen

heim "_" Waterloo." He had written praises of a regicide; He had written praises of all kings

whatever ; He had written for republics far and

wide, And then against them bitterer than

ever ; For pantisocracy he once had cried Aloud, a scheme less moral than 'twas

clever ; Then grew a hearty anti-JacobinHad turn'd his coat-and would have

turn'd his skin.

Which seemd to hold all verse in detes

tation : The angels had of course enough of song

When upon service; and the generation Of ghosts had heard too much

in life, not long Before, to profit by a new occasion : The monarch, mute till then, exclaim'd,

“What! what ! Pye come again? No more no more of

that!" The tumult grew; an universal cough Convulsed the skies, as during a de

bate, When Castlereagh has been up long

enough (Before he was first minister of state, I mean—the slaves hear now); some cried

* Off, off!” As at a farce ; till, grown quite des

perate, The bard Saint Peter pray'd to interpose Himself an author) only for his prose. The varlet was not an ill-favor'd knave :

A good deal like a vulture in the face, With a hook nose and a hawk's eye,

which gave A smart and sharper-looking sort of

grace To his whole aspect, which, though

rather grave, Was by no means so ugly as his case ; Bat that, indeed, was hopeless as can be, Quite a poetic felony “ de se." Then Michael blew his trump, and stillid

the noise With one still greater. as is yet the mode On earth besides ; except some grum

bling voice, Which now and then will make a slight

inroad Cpon decorous silence, few will twice Lift up their lungs when fairly over

crow'd ; And now the bard could plead his own

bad cause, With all the attitudes of self-applause. He said-(I only give the heads)-he

said, He meant no harm in scribbling ; 'twas

his way Upon all topics; 'twas, besides, his

bread, of which he butter'd both sides ;

'twould delay

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Saint Peter, who has hitherto been

known For an impetuous saint, unpraised his

keys, And at the fifth line knock'd the poet

down ;

1 From letters addressed to Mr. Murray, or to Thomas Moore.

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Oh, talk not to me of a name great in

story; The days of our youth are the days of

our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two

and-twenty. Are worth all your laurels, though ever

so plenty.

So we'll go no more a roving

So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving,

And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.

February 28, 1817. 1830. The world is a bundle of hay,

Mankind are the asses who pull ; Each tugs it a different way, And the greatest of all is John Bull.

November 5, 1820. 1830.

What are garlands and crowns to the

brow that is wrinkled ? 'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew

be-sprinkled. Then away with all such from the head

that is hoary? What care I for the wreaths that can

only give glory! Oh, FAME!--if I e'er took delight in thy


1 See the note on page 254.

'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sound

ing phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear

one discover, She thought that I was not unworthy to

love her.

There chiefly I sought thee, there only I

found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that

surround thee ; When it sparkled o'er aught that was

bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.

November, 1821. 1830.



The hope, the fear, the jealous care,

The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share,

But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus--and 't is not hereSuch thoughts should shake my soul,

nor now,
Where glory decks the hero's bier,

Or binds his brow.
The sword, the banner, and the field,

Glory and Greece, around me see !
The Spartan, borne upon his shield,

Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece—she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through

whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,

And then strike home! Tread those reviving passions down,

Unworthy manhood !-unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown

Of beauty be,
If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live ?

The land of honorable death
Is here :-up to the field, and give

Away thy breath!
Seek out—less often sought than found-

A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground,

And take thy rest. At Missolonghi, January 22. 1824. October 29, 1824.

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,

Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved,

Still let me love!

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are

gone ;
The worm, the canker, and the grief

Are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys

Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze-

A funeral pile.



** Complete Works, edited by II. Buxton Forman, 8 volumes. Works, Hited by R. H. Shepherd, 4 volumes. * Complete Poetical Works, edited by G. E. Woodberry, 4 volumes, Houghton, Mifflin & Co. Aldine Poets, 5 volumes, The Macmillan Co. Riverside Edition, 2 volumes, Houghon, Mifflin & Co. * Globe Edition, edited by Edward Dowden, 1 volume, The Macmillan Co. Cambridge Edition, edited by G. E. Woodberry, I volume, Houghton, Mifflin & Co.


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