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S. Walker + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Gustavus Vasa + and other poems + +Author: W. S. Walker + +Release Date: February 12, 2006 [EBook #17754] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GUSTAVUS VASA *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Taavi Kalju and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<h1>Gustavus Vasa,<br /> +AND<br /> +<i>OTHER POEMS</i>. +</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>W.S. WALKER.</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> + <td align='left'>—Tentanda via est, qua me quoque possim</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align='left'>Tollere humo.</td> +</tr> +</table></div> + + +<h4>London:</h4> + +<h4>PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER ROW.</h4> + +<h4>1813.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h5>J.G. BARNARD, SKINNER-STREET, LONDON.</h5> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<h2> +TO<br /> +THE RIGHT HONOURABLE<br /> +THE BARONESS HOWE.<br /> +</h2> + + +<p>It would be a sufficient reason for sanctioning this work with your +Ladyship's name, that it is an offering of gratitude, presented because +there is nothing worthier to give.</p> + +<p>But there is another cause. He who celebrates a patriot, cannot address +himself to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span> any one more properly than to the daughter of a patriot; of +one who was for years the naval sun of England, and from whom the young +and enterprising caught the unextinguishable rays of patriotism and +courage.</p> + +<p>For actions and glory such as his, the female mind is not formed; but in +the calm and active virtues of private life, which are almost equally +honourable to the possessor, your Ladyship maintains the dignity of your +race. I call to witness those whom you have soothed in affliction, and +those whom you have honoured with your friendship. They will vindicate +me from the charge of flattery, and support my assertion, that your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span> +patronage is as glorious to me, as any I could possibly have chosen.</p> + +<p>With the hope, that the virtues of your excellent daughter, and your +son, whom I am proud to call my friend, may answer your fullest +expectations,</p> + +<p> +I remain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your Ladyship's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Most obliged</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And devoted Servant,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">W.S. WALKER.</span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> +<h2>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p>As the author of these Poems is only seventeen, some apology may be +required for offering them to the public.</p> + +<p>Many precedents may be quoted in favour of early publication; and the +practice perhaps is not in itself blameable, except when the advice of +good judges is unasked, or the work itself uncorrected and negligent. To +neither of these charges is the author liable. These poems, as well as +the design of publishing them, have been approved of by many sincere and +judicious<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span> friends; and the work has been altered in many parts, in +conformity to the advice of the same persons. The author has made no +improper sacrifice to the Muse: he has deserted no duty, and neglected +no necessary employment. Influenced by these motives, he appears before +the bar of criticism, not indeed without diffidence, but unconscious of +having deserved censure. If his verses are bad, he is content to sink +into oblivion; and if the public confirms the favourable judgment of his +friends, he does not deny that it will give him real satisfaction.—He +is sensible, that if he delayed till time had matured his judgment, and +reflection perfected his ideas, the "<i>scribendi cacoëthes</i>," perhaps an +unfortunate inclination, would take a firm and unalterable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span> possession +of his mind. He is therefore determined to try the public opinion; that +he may be enabled either to pursue his poetical studies under their +encouragement, or to desist in time from an useless employment. This +volume is not intended to challenge approbation, but to be the precursor +of something which may challenge it in future: it is not an attempt to +gain the prize, but a specimen of his powers, which may entitle him to +the honour of standing candidate for that prize. The reader will here +find the genuine effusions of a youthful fancy, free, yet not +uncontrolled; a collection of pieces, exempt from negligence and +inaccuracy, though not from the usual and inevitable faults of early +compositions. To offer less than this would be arrogant,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span> and to require +more than this would be unreasonable.</p> + +<p>"Gustavus Vasa" was originally planned (the reader will smile) at eleven +years of age. When the author began to know what poetry was, his first +design was to write an epic poem—no matter of what sort or character, +so it was an epic poem. The subject was soon chosen; and the progress of +the work was various: sometimes hurried on with all the ardour of hope +and enterprize, sometimes relinquished for more lively pursuits, and +left to sleep for months in the leaves of a portfolio. In this manner +were six long cantos completed. At length the author, in his thirteenth +year, perceived numerous faults and extrava<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span>gances in his early +composition. He destroyed the manuscript: and some time after +recommenced his poem on a new and more rational plan. Accordingly, the +first and part of the second book, were written in 1810, and the rest of +the work which is published in this volume, principally in 1812. All +that is yet completed of this production (except the sequel of the +fourth book, and the whole fifth, which are yet uncorrected) is here +presented to the public; and on its success the continuation of +"Gustavus Vasa" depends.</p> + +<p>It was designed to embrace the whole actions of the hero, from his first +signalizing himself under Steen Sture, to his death in 1560; but as all +this could not be regularly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> related without destroying the unity of the +poem, it was thought most convenient to begin with his introduction +among the Dalecarlians at Mora, and conclude with his first election to +the royalty, in 1523; the rest being introduced by means of narration, +anticipation, and episode.</p> + +<p>It will be doubtless objected, that the enterprize is beyond his powers, +and that he acted rashly in undertaking it. But this is no light scheme; +no work, begun for want of other amusement, and deserted when a more +specious or pleasing subject for poetry presented itself. He has +considered it seriously; the subject appears full of poetical +capabilities, and superior to many others which offered themselves; and +if the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span> opinion of the world coincides with his own in this point, he +has resolved to make it the favourite employment of his maturer years, +and to reduce it as far as possible to perfection. Part of his plan for +continuing the poem, will be found in the Notes.</p> + +<p>The smaller pieces are selected from a large number of original +compositions; they are not chosen as his favourites, but as what he +esteems most faultless. This appeared the safer method; since it is +impossible that "the flimsy productions of a youth of seventeen," as +Kirke White expresses it, should be free from considerable errors; and +we are apt to think our most irregular flights, our most vigorous ones. +On these<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> pieces, however, he places little stress; his principal +reliance is on "Gustavus Vasa." The Latin Poems have been honoured by +the approbation of different Masters at Eton.</p> + +<p>The Author may be accused of arrogance in saying too much of himself. +But he felt strongly that early publication, and the design of writing a +long epic poem, would naturally be censured by many well-meaning +persons; he thought it his duty to state his motives; and was less +solicitous to avoid the possible charge of self-conceit, than the +certain one of folly and presumption.</p> + +<p>Any resemblance to former writers, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span> may occur in the course of the +work, are generally unintentional. Thus the lines—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Touch'd the abyss, and, lest his eyes might view<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The abandon'd shore, into its depths withdrew,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>were written before the author had seen Persius's description of a +totally abandoned man:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—nescit quid perdat, et, alto<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Demersus, summâ rursus non bullit in undâ.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span></p> +<p><i>The Author has to express his sincere gratitude for a numerous and +respectable list of Subscribers. It is far beyond his expectations; and +it encourages his hope, that the reception of the present volume will +authorize his continuing in the same pursuit.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span></p> +<h2> +A<br /> +LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS<br /> +TO THE<br /> +<i>1st MARCH, 1813.</i><br /> +</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE REGENT.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF CUMBERLAND.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS AUGUSTA.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS MARY.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS SOPHIA.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Andrews, Rev. Charles, Hempton</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Abercrombie, Mrs., County Terrace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Atkinson, Mr., Eton</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ashton, Arthur, Esq., Wood Street</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Atkinson, Joseph, Esq., Tower</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Anstey, John, Esq.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Appleby, Miss, Thirsk</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ambrose, Mr., Eton</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Alderson, Edward H. Esq., Temple</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aylmer, G.W. 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Philip, Prebend of Ely</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yonge, Charles, Esq., Master at Eton College</td><td align='left'><i>10 Copies</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yellowly, Dr., M.D.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yorke, ——, Esq., Wimpole</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yorke, Mrs., Wimpole</td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h2>Gustavus Vasa.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> +<h2>ARGUMENT.</h2> + + +<p><i>State of Sweden at the commencement of the Poem—A +Council—Trollio—Bernheim—Ernestus—Christiern proposes the reduction +of Dalecarlia—Ernestus opposes him, is committed to prison—Christiern +takes his measures to oppose a rebellion just arisen in Denmark.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> +<h2>Gustavus Vasa,</h2> + +<h3>A POEM.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>BOOK I.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Swede I sing, by Heaven ordain'd to save<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His country's glories from a Danish grave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Restore her laws, her Papal rites efface,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fix her freedom on a lasting base.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Celestial Liberty! by whom impell'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From early youth fair honour's path he held;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whose strong aid his patient courage rose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Superior to the rushing tide of woes,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span><span class="i0">And at whose feet, when Heaven his toils repaid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His brightest wreaths the grateful hero laid:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me too assist; with thy inspiring beam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aid my weak powers, and bless my rising theme!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i2">Stockholm to Christiern bow'd her captive head;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">By Treachery's axe her slaughter'd senate bled,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And her brave chief was numbered with the dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Piled with her breathless sons, th' uncultured land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With daily ravage fed a wasteful band;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ruthless Christiern, wheresoe'er be flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around his steps a track of crimson drew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Already, by Heaven's dark protection led,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Dalecarlia Sweden's hero fled;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, with a pious friend retired, unknown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He mourn'd his country's sorrows, and his own.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those mountain peasants, negatively free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sole surviving friends of Liberty,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><span class="i0">Unbought by bribes, still trample Christiern's power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wait in silence the decisive hour.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">'Twas morn when Christiern bade a herald call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His secret council to the regal hall—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those whom his skill, selecting, had combined<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To share the deep recesses of his mind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In these the prince unshaken trust reposed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To these his intricate designs disclosed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their counsel, teeming with maturest thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His ripening plans to full perfection brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each enterprise with proper means supplied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stemm'd strong difficulty's threatening tide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The summons heard, th' obedient train attend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Collect, and hastening toward the palace bend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">First of their order, as in rank and fame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Superior, Upsal's haughty prelate came;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><span class="i0">Erect in priestly pride, he stalk'd along,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tower'd supreme o'er all the princely throng.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A soul congenial, and a mind replete<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ready artifice and bold deceit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To suit a tyrant's ends, however base,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Christiern's friendship had secured his place.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His were the senator's and courtier's parts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the statesman's magazine of arts;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His, each expedient, each all-powerful wile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To thwart a foe, or win a monarch's smile:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nicely-plann'd and well-pursued intrigue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The smooth evasion of the hollow league;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The specious argument, that subtly strays<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' winding sophistry's protracted maze:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The complicated, deep, immense design,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That works in darkness like a labouring mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unknown to all, 'till, bursting into birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its wide explosion shakes th' astonish'd earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His was the prompt invention, fruitful still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In means subservient to the varying will:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><span class="i0">The flexible expertness, smooth and mean,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That glides thro' obstacles, and wins unseen:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The quick discernment, that with eagle eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sees distant storms in ether darkly rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And active vigour, that arrests their course,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or to a different aim diverts their force.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He, in a happier land, by freedom bless'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had hallow'd virtue dawn'd upon his breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had done some glorious deed, to stamp his name<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High on the roll of ever-during fame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Snatch'd from Oppression's jaws some victim realm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or fix'd in stable peace his country's wavering helm.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But baleful Guilt usurp'd with fatal care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A heart which Virtue had been proud to share;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And turn'd to hateful dross the radiant ore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose lustre might have gilded Sweden's shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the red dog star, Autumn's fiery eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shines eminent o'er all the spangled sky,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span><span class="i0">While thro' th' afflicted earth his torrid breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Darts glowing fevers and a cloud of death:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Trollio shone, in whose corrupted mind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Transcendent genius and deep guilt combined;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Placed all his arduous aims within his reach,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet fix'd the stamp of infamy on each.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Providence, whose undiscover'd plan<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lies deeper than the wiliest schemes of man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can bare the sty designer's latent guilt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And crush to dust the structures he has built;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can disappoint the subtle tyrant's spite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stem the billows of his stormy might;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confound a Trollio's skill, a Christiern's power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blast presumption in its haughtiest hour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Christiern found—and Trollio found it true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Unwelcome truth, to his experience new!)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he, who trusts in guilty friendship, binds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His fortune to a cloud, that shifts with veering winds.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><span class="i0">Throned in Religion's seat, he scorn'd her laws,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with a cool indifference view'd her cause:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, might her earthly treasures feed the fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of wild ambition, or base gain's desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He could assume, at will, her fairest dress—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could plunge in Superstition's dark recess—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or the red mask of Bigotry put on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fiercest champion, where there needed none.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, should she cross some glittering enterprise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her pleas, her awful threats, he could despise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oaths, lightly sworn, and now forgotten things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vanish'd, like smoke before the tempest's wings.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At interest's call, when danger's sudden voice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Extinguish'd hope, nor left a final choice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His sacred honours he renounc'd, and fled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hide in silent solitude his head:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At interest's call, he calmly thrust aside<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each bond of conscience that opposed his pride,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><span class="i0">And, deeming every scruple out of place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Back posted to his dignified disgrace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Next, with a lofty step advancing, came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A martial chieftain—Otho was his name:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Denmark born, of an illustrious line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose glories, now effaced, had ceased to shine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he was but unanxious to redeem<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those honours, in his eyes a worthless dream.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trained in licentious customs, he despised<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All virtue's rules, and pleasure only prized;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, faithful as the magnet, turn'd his head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To follow fortune wheresoe'er it led:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' hostile justice rear'd her loftiest mound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bar his passage o'er forbidden ground.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift o'er all impediments he flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strain'd his eyes to keep the prize in view.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Religion, virtue, sense, to him were nought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hated none, yet none employ'd his thought,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span><span class="i0">Save when he glitter'd in their borrowed beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To gain preferment, or to court esteem.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The minister, not tool, of Christiern's will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He serv'd his measures, yet despis'd him still:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scann'd with impartial view th'encircling scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glancing o'er all an eye exact and keen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Advantage to descry; and seldom fail'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Virtue's cause by Fortune's will prevail'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On virtue's side his valour to display,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er forsake it, but for better pay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, e'en when Danger round his fenceless head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her threatening weight of mountain surges spread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He, like a whale amid the tempest's roar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiled at the storm, nor deign'd to wish it o'er.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas dull instinctive boldness—like a fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pent up in earth, whose forces ne'er expire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By grossest fuel nourished, but immured<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dingy night, shine heavy and obscured;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sustain'd by this thro' all the scenes of strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose dark succession form'd his chequer'd life,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><span class="i0">He ne'er the soul's sublimer courage felt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That warms the heart, and teaches it to melt;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That nurses liberty's expanding seeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And teems prolific with the noblest deeds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To guide the storm of battle o'er the plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Condense its force, expand it, or restrain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To turn the tide of conquest to defeat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By stratagems too fatally complete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or freeze it by delay; to aim at will<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The well-timed stroke that mars all adverse skill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To range, in order firm, th'embattled line;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or shape, as regular, the bold design;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All these were his—yet not all these could claim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exemptions from the lot of penal shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or snatch from glory's plant one servile wreath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To deck the waste of crimes, that frown'd beneath.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Harden'd in villany, with fate unfeign'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He mock'd at warning, scorn'd reproach, nor deign'd<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span><span class="i0">To answer either, and remorse's dart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recoil'd from his impenetrable heart:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save in those hours when darkness or when pain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recals its force, and guilt recedes again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When passion, vice, and fancy quit their sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lawless pleasure trembling shrinks away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While black conviction's rushing whirlwinds quench<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her smoky torch, and leave a sickening stench;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thro' the soul's chill gloom, fierce conscience pours<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His fiery arrows in resistless showers.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, as accumulated guilt oppress'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With stronger obstacles his hardening breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faint and more faint the dread awakenings grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And their subsiding terrors soon withdrew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like traces on the mountain's giant form<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imprinted by the finger of the storm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They vanish'd; fierce atrocity return'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Triumphant, and the galling shackles spurn'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span><span class="i2">Him closely following, with a thoughtful pace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And slow, the young Ernestus took his place;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Bernheim, graced with an illustrious birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But hapless Sweden was his native earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His father sunk by death's untimely doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His youthful mother followed to the tomb,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to a honour'd friend's paternal care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bequeath'd her only hope, her infant heir.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With wary steps had Harfagar pass'd o'er<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The world's wide scene, and learn'd its various lore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, with religion's pole-star for his guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Serenely voyaged life's tempestuous tide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in Ernestus' mind his skilful sense<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Observ'd no dawn of future excellence;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He found no early graces to adorn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of springing life the inauspicious morn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No prompt benevolence, no sacred flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of purest feeling taught his heart to glow;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><span class="i0">But virtue's native influence was in him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A wintry sun-beam, not extinct, but dim.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet Harfagar with kind attention tried<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rouse the warmth her hidden beams supplied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, wheresoe'er his penetrating eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One bud of distant promise could descry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There all his toil was bent, to fix the root<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmoved, and spread secure the growing shoot.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He watch'd the rising blossoms as they grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Preserv'd with constant care their lively hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread o'er each flow'ret a protecting veil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shelter it from trial's rougher gale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clear'd, with strenuous and unceasing toil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From each insidious weed th' improving soil.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His patient diligence had won at length<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A partial triumph over nature's strength:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' unsuppress'd th' internal weakness still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With frequent bias pois'd the wavering will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still losing ground, it seem'd to die away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like nightly storms before advancing day:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span><span class="i0">When thrice seven rolling years matured his age,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And call'd him forth to life's eventful stage.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">'Twas now the time, when all the northern land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was sinking under Christiern's ruthless hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When patriotism from Sweden's hills sublime<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With tearful eyes o'erlook'd the subject clime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And saw where Stenon and a matchless few,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To her bright race unalterably true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Regardless of the thunders launch'd by Rome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Self-titled arbitress of future doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er a waste realm her shatter'd flag unfurl'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conspicuous to the whole applauding world.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ernestus' sire in Sweden's state before<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High eminence and ample influence bore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And public hope call'd forth the willing youth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To join the cause of liberty and truth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet here his wary diffidence look'd round<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For due support—but no support was found,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">For Harfagar, whose strong unconquer'd mind<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">The tyrant knew, unmatch'd among mankind,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Caught in his snares, was now in chains confined.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sudden blow his resolution shook;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deliberate fortitude his heart forsook;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pile of hope, that many a year had rear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem'd sunk in air, and now no more appear'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stenon had welcomed him, benign and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With warm and undissembling amity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enroll'd him in the list of friends select<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He singled out his measures to direct—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And e'en his life was in Ernestus' power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Christiern saw, and urg'd the fatal hour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With bribes and honours he the youth attack'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With promised secrecy his proffers back'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tried smooth persuasion's most effectual strain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And added threats, not likely to be vain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong was th' assault; he arm'd his hopeless breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And summon'd all his forces to the test.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span><span class="i0">His unassisted strength awhile withstood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With desperate energy, th' invading flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the pale victim of all-conquering death<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With one faint effort struggles yet for breath.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His courage soon beneath th' encounter bent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Languid before, and now by efforts spent;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He yielded—his brave chief to death betray'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Stenon's blood dyed treachery's reeking blade.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">'Twas done; and peace the traitor's bosom left,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of every comfort, every joy bereft.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rack'd by despair, in vain he sought repose:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round all his steps a cloud of horror rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From keen reflection's maddening sting he fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rush'd on further crimes devoid of dread;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Touch'd the abyss, and lest his eye might view<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' abandon'd shore, into its depths withdrew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">'Twas night; the cheerless moon's o'erclouded ray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shone dim; the breeze's murmurs died away:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><span class="i0">On his wan brow unwonted slumbers creep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drench his soul in visionary sleep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! deep thunders on his startled ear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Successive roll, and shadowy forms appear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As thro' the misty vale at morning rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A row of trees before the traveller's eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His father's, from the first of time, arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their country's friends, and terror of her foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who factions quell'd, or legal justice plann'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or bade fair science brighten o'er the land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They came; they stopp'd—an angry eye they cast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the pale slumberer, and in silence pass'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Again the thunder roll'd; the lightning flew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His country's form appear'd before his view:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All stain'd with gore appear'd her azure vest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her dim eyes unusual grief confess'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gloomy phantom on Ernestus frown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with her sceptre touch'd the yawning ground:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A boundless space, with mourning myriads spread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Appear'd below, and thus the vision said:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span><span class="i0">"Behold th' abode of traitors! Sylla here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And guiltier Cæsar, mourn their mad career;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here Curio gnaws his chain—Ernestus! see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A darker grave;—a grave reserv'd for thee!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The widening chasm around him seem'd to grow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His kindred spirits call'd him from below;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! it closed—and from heaven's opening height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A brilliant ray burst on his dazzled sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And broke the dream.—In deep amazement lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumber'd thoughts his feverish bosom cross'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope, wonder, fear, and penitence combined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For many a hour oppress'd his varying mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till now in heaven's blue space the lamp of day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was hung serene: he hail'd the cheering ray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus began: "Eternal beam, give ear!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth, air, and thou, all-ruling Monarch, hear!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd forth by thee from the deep maze of ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I haste, to work the mandates of thy will.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span><span class="i0">This hour, this moment, unappall'd by shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The servitude of guilt I will disclaim;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, if eternal mercy deign to spare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The forfeit life she rescued from despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis mine to watch my country's hapless cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with fix'd soul defend her injured laws.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hear, Stenon, hear! from heaven's bright arch bend down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sapphire glories of thy radiant crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Accept th' atonement with propitious brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thro' the courts of heaven proclaim my vow!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Thus spoke Ernestus, and in silence sought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The council hall, involved in careful thought.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">These occupied a more distinguished seat;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A chosen train the monarch's list complete.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There unsubmitting Brask's proud genius shone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There Bernheim's might, in many a contest known;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><span class="i0">There Theodore: a bold ungovern'd soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rapacious, fell, and fearless of control:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A harlot's favour rais'd him from the dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rise the pander of tyrannic lust:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Graced with successive gifts, at length he shone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With wondering Trollio on the sacred throne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With pleasure's arts, and sophistry's refined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alike he pleas'd the body and the mind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skilful alike to cheat the wandering soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or mix luxurious pleasure's midnight bowl.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All these, and more, at Christiern's sudden call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(A shining conclave) fill the towering hall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Ere yet they enter'd, Trollio left the rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' advancing monarch met, and thus address'd:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Hear, Christiern, hear! th' unwelcome news attend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forced from the lips of an unwilling friend.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><span class="i0">Nor think 'tis from a mean suspicious heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I speak my message from our friends apart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know their general worth, in duty tried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in one man I tremble to confide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">False to his country, to himself, and thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sick of success, and tired of infamy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ernestus now prepares to burst your yoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And win his freedom by some glorious stroke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know him well; his ever-varying soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now searches earth, now looks beyond the pole;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Successive schemes usurp his changeful breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That seeks for toil, and languishes in rest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a frail bark, the sport of every breeze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That floats unguided on the boundless seas.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en now I mark'd him—struggling passions play'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On his pale forehead, and alternate sway'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this no more.—Our friends, dread prince, have sent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Advices, that concern your government.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><span class="i0">The factious souls, that late, o'eraw'd by you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their inward rancour hid from open view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are rous'd afresh, and gathering all their power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the smiles of this auspicious hour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reports and whispers, toss'd about, ferment<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ceaseless breath the tide of discontent.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Each vile complainer casts his grievance in,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">The common clamours to augment, and win<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">His share of future spoils, reward of clamorous din.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The torrent of sedition swells amain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disloyalty invades the firmest Dane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Christiern's arm, outstretch'd without delay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alone has power to prop his tottering sway.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haste, while in momentary bounds is kept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The struggling flood, which else may intercept<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your passage; haste! your new dominions quit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their care to some experienced chief commit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haste, and by speediest means secure your crown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere violence and treason tear it down!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span><span class="i2">While thus he spoke, the tyrant's mien express'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The troubled sea that roll'd within his breast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By hopes, and doubts, and fears, his mind was torn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From thought to thought irregularly borne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus the swift traveller, whose successful haste<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has many a hill, and many a wood o'erpast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembling beholds new mountains touch the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wider forests all around him rise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His mind, unsettled by the sudden shock,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length recovering, to his friend be spoke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy counsels, Trollio, thy inventive soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have gain'd me half my power, secured the whole:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Display thy talents now; exert them all:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rewards and honours wait without a call.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dread Ernestus; and my cautious fear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These tidings would conceal, while he can hear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myself, ev'n now, some fair pretence will frame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From this assembly to erase his name.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span><span class="i0">But haste, my friend, to council—should we stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Suspicion might comment on our delay!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">This said, they enter'd—at the monarch's side<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sate lordly Trollio, in accustom'd pride.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mute attention still'd each listening man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till, rising from his throne, the prince began.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Friends of my heart! to whom your monarch owes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The brightest honours his kind fate bestows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My empire, unconfirm'd, imperfect still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet asks the aid of your auspicious skill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' Sweden's general voice consents to own<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me the true master of her triple throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' her disputed crown adorns my brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tributary millions round me bow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One bold, one stubborn province, yet defies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My brandish'd arm, and to my threats replies;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span><span class="i0">In face of all the realm denies my right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And challenges three kingdoms to the fight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Dalecarlia's wide uncultured ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With rugged hills, and mineral riches crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A race, endued with native freedom, dwell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A race, that stood, when total Sweden fell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their strong and unremitting bands explore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In earth's dark caverns her metallic store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, from laborious days extracting health,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rest satisfied, and ask no other wealth:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rough and unyielding, like their native soil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hardy sons of Nature and of Toil;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resistless vigour, resolute and warm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strings every nerve, and braces every arm.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Foremost to vindicate the righteous cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from th' oppressor guard their injur'd laws,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' many a rolling century these have shone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' unfailing champions of the Swedish throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now with all my forces singly cope,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweden's last bulwark, and her choicest hope.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span><span class="i0">No trivial loss their courage will alarm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No threatening martial show their minds disarm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bribes, those glittering, oft successful darts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will find no entrance to their guarded hearts.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No—fields must smoke, and blood in torrents flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere all our force can master such a foe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">More had he said, but, with indignant heat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inspired, Ernestus started from his seat:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His soul's resistless ardour bade him rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His kindling soul came rushing to his eyes—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Yes! fresh domains to ruin must succeed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fresh cities sink in flame, fresh thousands bleed!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What want'st thou more, thou prodigal of guilt!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oppression's sword is buried to the hilt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In unoffending blood—what want'st thou more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou sanguinary pest of an unhappy shore?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span><span class="i0">Far as thy sight can stretch, look round, and see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Sweden piled with monuments of thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold her provinces with slaughter strown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her ruined fields, her castles overthrown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold—But ah! more glaring than the rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In me thy brightest trophy stands confess'd!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes—prompt each fatal mandate to fulfil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perpetual slave of thy tyrannic will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I stood, to sovereign infamy preferr'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The meanest of thy mercenary herd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy crimes I copied—for thy worthless gold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My monarch's life, my country's freedom sold!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cloud of wrath that veils in thickening gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thee and those partners of thy crimes and doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In its black scope involv'd me—not a ray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shot thro' the ambient night one glimpse of day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till heaven's own mercy offer'd to my view<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From its dark sphere, a radiant avenue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheer'd with fresh hope, its limits I forsook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, wing'd with new-born speed, a fresh direction took.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><span class="i0">If Heaven prohibit not the blow, my fate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lies in thy hands; my transitory date<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This hour may close; and thou, e'en thou, mayst be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The doom'd assertor of his wrath on me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So let it be! E'en so, thy friendly hate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will snatch its victim from a heavier fate:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when the storms of vengeance, that impend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er thee and thine, collected shall descend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bolt that shakes your haughty souls with dread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall roll innocuous o'er my shelter'd head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Safe in that mansion of unbroken rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which neither lightnings strike nor winds molest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus then in brief, relentless tyrant, take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fix'd resolve, thou hast no power to shake.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let wily Trollio try his utmost art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Join'd with thy power, on this determined heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let sorrows round me like an ocean flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let earth dividing yawn my grave below,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span><span class="i0">Bribes, threats, nor torments, more shall bid me own<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy sway, or bow to thy detested throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dread power! whom, prompt to succour and to bless,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reverent I name, yet confident address,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do thou the marks of former guilt efface,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speed every just resolve, and every terror chase!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Ernestus ceas'd. The listening senate heard;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On every face derision's smile appear'd.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Yet some less harden'd bosoms heav'd a sigh,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Like the faint breezes of an evening sky,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">That curl the rippled wave and on its surface die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reproach, familiar to the monarch's ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might move contempt, but ne'er excited fear:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">It cross'd his mind, like streams of melted snow,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">That o'er a cavern'd rock's cold surface flow,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">But soften not their stony bed below.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><span class="i0">His haughty bosom with impatience burn'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He smiled contemptuous, and in brief return'd—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What! hast thou then exhausted all thy store<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of sounding words? and is the tempest o'er?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haste, noble Trollio, fetch my guards, and send<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' incautious hero to his wiser friend!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Swift as the word obsequious Trollio speeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to the secret hall the soldiers leads.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The youth, resign'd, bow'd down his thoughtful head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And calmly silent follow'd where they led.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Such be the fate of all," the monarch cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Who, born to meanness, swell with worthless pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, glad with nobler men to be preferr'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rise, by officious guilt, above the vulgar herd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Obtrude their ready service on the great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And deem their talents fit to rule a state!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, my brave friends, I meant this recreant fool<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as a means, a momentary tool.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><span class="i0">To push my purpose to a readier end,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the dust my worn-out weapon send.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But leave we this; far weightier themes arise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' occasion told all waste of words denies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In my own realm, our trusty spies report,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Christiern lingers in a Swedish court,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once more Sedition rears her batter'd crest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And plants her snakes in every loyal breast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wide o'er the realm the growing tumults swell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ask immediate force their rage to quell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let valiant Bernheim, with a chosen band,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Use all his speed to reach his native land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There countermining each insidious plot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By hostile Craft and Treachery begot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prepare my way; while I thro' Sweden lead<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A wider army, with inferior speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, as I pass, the trembling cities awe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Display my terrors, and confirm my law;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, entering Denmark, pour my eager host,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An unexpected torrent, on the coast.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><span class="i0">Thou, Trollio, strait to Soren Norbi send,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our faithful subject, and unfailing friend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid him with speed his gallant fleet dispose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To man our ports against invading foes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(My own brave troops will guard the conquests made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who every province, every town pervade)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thyself to Norbi constant help afford,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with thy prudence guide brave Otho's sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you, my friends, to second each design.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your arts, your counsels, and your arms combine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">And now (what time the westering orb of day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shot thro' the purpled clouds a mellower ray)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soldiers, with their charge, the tower had gain'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, wrapt in fetters, Harfagar remain'd—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whose tall top the eye unbounded threw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er all the subject town its ample view,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><span class="i0">O'er crowded streets, and marts, and sacred spires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That glitter'd with the day's declining fires.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, round his limbs a length of chain they threw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strict charge enjoin'd, and to their posts withdrew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tranquil captive press'd the rugged ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiled on his chains, and gazed the prison round;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And here," he cried, "the fates, relenting, give<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Freedom back; again to her I live!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am once more a patriot—fix once more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My foot on rectitude's deserted shore!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Sweden! tho' by me to death betray'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Accept these tears, thou dear maternal shade!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy image shall my lonely dungeon cheer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in dark slumbers to my soul appear:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While hopes of thee shall every terror brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gild the gloomy confines of the grave.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><span class="i0">Tho' snatch'd by cleaving earth to central gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or buried in the Ocean's watery tomb,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet should my soul in exile pant for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lightly prize all meaner misery!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down his warm cheeks the tears unbidden roll,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And speak the silent language of his soul.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Meanwhile the council closed; the peers withdrew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Trollio's dome the prince impatient flew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There saw at large the hostile plot disclosed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his own plans with silent care disposed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Bernheim bade his quarter'd troops prepare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At earliest dawn the toils of war to share.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The weak he strengthen'd, and confirm'd the brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arranged each band, and due directions gave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><span class="i2">Then to their stations baste the joyful powers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cheat with various sport the midnight hours.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some brighten up their arms to polish'd flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shake the sword, as in the field of fame:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some crown the bowl, to chase dull fears away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And end in long debauch the task of day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some court the aid of sleep, whose soft relief<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weighs down the eye of care, and smooths the thorns of Grief.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enfolded in his golden wings they lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fancied triumphs swell in every eye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each bounds in thought the airy champaign o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grasps the prize, distain'd with streaming gore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now move the summoned peers, a shining train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To where the palace glitters o'er the plain.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><span class="i0">The opening gate receives the pompous throng;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence to the festive room they move along,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where tapers, rang'd in lofty rows, display<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An added splendour, and nocturnal day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, till the close of night, the bowls go round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the full board with luxury is crown'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOOK II.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> +<h2>ARGUMENT.</h2> + + +<p><i>Soliloquies of Ernestus and Harfagar in prison—Christiern in a +conversation with his peers throws further light on the rebellion of +Prince Frederic in Denmark—He employs Olaus to carry Ernestus and +Harfagar, in a boat, into the sea, and there assassinate them—Death of +Olaus and Harfagar—Ernestus is ordered by the genius of Sweden, to seek +Gustavus Vasa, hero of the poem, in Dalecarlia—Character of Admiral +Norbi.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOOK II.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Day's golden eye had closed, his ruddy light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expiring on the bosom of the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And solitary twilight's deepening shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dusky robe the firmament array'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moon, resplendent, fill'd her glittering throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tipp'd with yellow gems all ether shone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The breeze was silent on the glassy deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And half the world was sinking into sleep:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save where the shepherd led his fleecy train<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To crop the verdure of the moon-light plain;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span><span class="i0">Save where the warder on the turret's height<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trimm'd his weak lamp, and watch'd the bell of night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the lone captive, in the dungeon's gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With beating pulse look'd forward to his doom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Still Harfagar refused the gift of rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His country's cares lay brooding in his breast:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many a gloomy pang his heart assail'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But fortitude at each assault prevail'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So stands in British woods a broad-bough'd oak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That braved three centuries every stormy stroke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While howling winds the scatter'd forest rend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He rears his aged trunk, and scorns to bend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So stood, serenely stood the godlike man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus, deep musing, inwardly began.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Now silent night, the parent of repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er half the earth her shadowy pinion throws.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span><span class="i0">Hail, sleep, restorer of the tortured mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Balm of the soul, and friend to human kind!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The toils and tumults of our earthly scene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Subside, and melt into thy sway serene.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life's sweetest cup, with purest blessings fraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were, without thee, a vapid joyless thought!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My fellow captives all thy pleasures taste;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Their fears, their sorrows, all in sleep are past;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Oh! be it peaceful still, for this may be the last!<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Now, borne in vision to those airy plains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where fancy undisturb'd by reason reigns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where thron'd in rainbow light she sits serene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flings her sportive glories o'er the scene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first tumultuous ocean wafts them o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lands them safe upon the flowery shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This seems to see his utmost wishes crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rebellion spread to Sweden's farthest bound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath his banners the whole country flies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On swarming myriads, swarming myriads rise:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><span class="i0">He leads the van: the tyrant shrinks for fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hides in his native den, and trembles there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This, weary of our present vale of tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draws back the chain of time five thousand years:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Delightful visions swim before his view,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Of peaceful pleasures, joys for ever new,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">When time was young, and mortals were but few:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When man, content, his freedom never sold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor fear'd for poverty, nor hoped for gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joyful he wanders, and expects to see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ten centuries of peace and liberty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This seems to meet within some moonlight glade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His ancient friend, but now an empty shade:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The beckoning phantom stretches toward the skies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He strives to follow, and the vision flies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This bold ferocious spirit, madly strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Supporter of his country e'en to wrong,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span><span class="i0">Impetuous to extremes, now longs to dart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The point of vengeance into Christiern's heart:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">A whetted dagger in his hand display'd<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">He waves in air, and, o'er and o'er survey'd,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Smiles grimly at the visionary blade.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Thrice happy you! for fancy's shadowy power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unfailing friend of sorrow's darkest hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er your dim state a transient gleam can throw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like twilight glimmering on a waste of snow!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"But me, condemn'd alone to wake and weep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My country's doubtful ills forbid to sleep:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each night the agonizing theme renews,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bathes my cheek in sorrow's bitterest dews.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where art thou, Stenon? whose resistless hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stretch'd like a shield o'er this deserted land!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say, does that hand still turn a nation's doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or sleeps its valour in the silent tomb?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span><span class="i0">Heroes and chieftains! whither are ye fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose powerful arm collected Sweden led?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw you glorious, from the field of fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Denmark shrunk before your stormy might:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now, perhaps, your buried ashes sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er your honour'd tombs your country's sorrows weep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Illustrious senators! whose wisdom view'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' approaching storm, and oft its strength subdued:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou, young Vasa! once renown'd in war,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy country's hope, and freedom's northern star:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too true, alas! I fear, a tyrant's hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has swept your glories from the darken'd land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why else these walls resign'd to Christiern's powers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I a captive in these mournful towers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stockholm once lost, can Sweden yet remain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or freedom linger in her desert plain?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span><span class="i0">Yet, unextinguish'd by the conquering foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some spark in distant provinces may glow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(As the swift lightning, weary of its course,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On some low distant cloud collects its scatter'd force)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prepared ere long to burst in tenfold wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dart destruction on the hostile path.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Thou too, Ernestus! what protecting doom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has guided thee thro' fate's tremendous gloom?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unhappy relic of a patriot line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dost thou with all their ancient glory shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, unappall'd by labour or by fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lift for thy country the protecting spear?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, wrapt in fetters, and in darkness lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say, dost thou languish for thy native coast?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps, unnoted, by the tyrant's eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In unknown solitude secure he lies—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er his fate, nor terror's base control,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor hostile bribes, can e'er have moved his soul,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><span class="i0">No! taught by me, Ernestus nobly spurns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each vulgar aim, and for his country burns.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Why art thou sad, my soul? the eye divine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still looks on all; to grieve is to repine!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tho' destruction cover all the shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' heroes, kings, and statesmen be no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' Stenon, vainly mild, and vainly brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fill the dark bosom of the dreary grave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' Sweden's sons no earthly hope retain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' not one spark of ancient fire remain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' hostile banners crowd her blazing sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stretch'd in dust her smoking castles lie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, Lord of all! from ruin's blackening ware,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy arm is till omnipotent to save:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy arm can stop the whirlwind's rushing breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And light with hope the funeral shades of death!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"The gloom dissolves! and Sweden's glories old<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With added lustre to my sight unfold;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span><span class="i0">He comes! the doom'd deliverer, from afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gathers his rushing thousands to the war!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His generous might uniting factions greet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And crush'd oppression groans beneath his feet:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From each bright year successive glories spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shouting millions hail a patriot king!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"For me—these joys assured, in calm repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With trembling hope, I wait my end of woes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long vers'd in sufferings, I no more complain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor shall one tear my former patience stain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long, long, has time, slow rolling, swept away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dear companions of my earlier day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So long, that memory scarce their names retains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blank oblivion o'er my bosom reigns.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ernestus, now, alone sustains their part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Loved more than all) within this widow'd heart:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou, my God, wilt hear my prayers, and spread<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A guardian veil o'er youthful virtue's head.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span><span class="i0">Thy hand supreme, an ever watchful guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has steer'd me safe o'er life's uncertain tide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has led me on thro' danger's various forms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' faithless sunshine, and thro' whelming storms:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy kind indulgence now unfolds the page<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of future time to my desponding age.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On thee I call, with grateful joy oppress'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To speed my passage to eternal rest!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am alone on earth—at heaven's bright gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps my friends their kindred spirit wait;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'n now they wait, to bid my labours cease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And point my journey to the realms of peace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the swift eagle seeks the fields of light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When rolling clouds invest his mountain height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soul, on fiery pinion, upward flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And swell'd with grateful hope anticipates the skies."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Nor less Ernestus, from his friend apart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In lengthen'd thought explored his secret heart.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span><span class="i0">Far from the rest, in fetters wrapt he lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the wan moonlight threw a slanting ray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' the dim grate; his rapture beaming eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On this he fixes, and in transport cries—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Oh, sacred lamp! since last on thee I gazed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What joy unthought this drooping soul has raised!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In deep amaze I view my alter'd state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scarce believe the wonders of my fate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My heart, so late the slave of vice and fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now smiles at death, and thinks no fate severe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drop, infamy from thy neglecting hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My name; deny it a perennial brand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cast a friendly veil on the disgrace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A deed like mine entails on human race.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What said I? No.—Pour all thy floods of shame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' future ages on Ernestus' name;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say, that with cool untrembling hand he spilt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His master's blood, and gloried in his guilt:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So shall the sons of earth in other times,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Know my disgrace, and tremble at my crimes.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><span class="i0">Oh Stenon! could my ceaseless tears restore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thee, patriot chief to Sweden's widow'd shore!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How would I joy, amidst thy martial train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To mow the adverse ranks, and sweep along the plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tread in thy daring steps with equal fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or at thy feet triumphantly expire!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But vain the wish—let hope's unfading ray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lead my firm steps in duty's arduous way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pain, shame, and death, at heaven's all righteous call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I meet, and in its strength shall conquer all."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">So mused the captives; while, in lordly state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiling amidst his peers the monarch sate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the vast roof, with gilded rafters gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumber'd lamps effused a mingled ray:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dancing glory fill'd the spacious hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Play'd on the roof, and cheer'd the pictured wall,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><span class="i0">With glancing beams the golden goblets shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The red light trembles on the sparkling wine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here sat the chiefs, in stormy war renown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or with the senate's peaceful honours crown'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On various themes their mingled converse ran,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till Trollio to the monarch thus began.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Your nice experience, prince, and art combined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Famed thro' the north, long charmed my wondering mind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This morn, I deem'd it lost; and scarce believ'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' unwonted words my doubtful ear receiv'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can then a mighty monarch eye with fear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The feeble motions of the mountaineer?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is Christiern dazzled with the empty boast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Dalecarlia, and her rugged host?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fiery race, undisciplined and loud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They move to war, no army, but a crowd:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span><span class="i0">Hot from the bowl they stagger to the fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rush impetuous with ungovern'd might.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall such resist us? I expect as soon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A midnight rainbow, or a star at noon.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their quickly muster'd force will quickly yield,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And quit in momentary flight the field.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or if some deep-mouth'd demagogue should blow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flame of war, and bid its fury glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet well-told fiction and inventive art<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With milder force can turn the vulgar heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rais'd by a breath their swelling clamours rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with a breath their vain opinion dies."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He spoke; attention sat on every eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all in silence watch'd their king's reply.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Sees not my Trollio thro' the thin disguise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Form'd only to deceive Ernestus' eyes?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vers'd in the changeful temper of mankind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From day to day I watch'd his varying mind;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span><span class="i0">I saw, where'er he roved, unsettled thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his weak mind a storm of passion wrought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length, this morn, he cast a scowling eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his prince, and pass'd disdainful by.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This theme, I knew, the moody youth would fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rouse to rage his long collected ire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enough of this; a weightier care demands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our keen reflection, and our active hands.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While here we feast, increasing dangers lower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And artful Frederic shakes my tottering power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Impatient of their lawful monarch's sway<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full twenty towns sedition's flag display.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' ambitious brother of my martial sire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In every bosom fans the growing fire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His throne he rais'd on Jutland's faithless coast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence o'er the country spread his factious host.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each day, each hour, the ripening tumult grows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And discord's torch with added fuel glows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ev'n now, perhaps, their midnight council wait<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till their wise chief shall close some dark debate.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><span class="i0">Of this let Trollio tell: my anxious breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft worn with thought, demands its wonted rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thro' yon western window's chequer'd height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The setting planets shoot a ruddier light.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He spoke; departing thro' the unfolded gate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The long procession glides in lordly state;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then each, with eyes in balmy slumber closed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the day's revels and its cares reposed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Among the ruffians that, allured by gain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lurk'd round the dwellings of the royal Dane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The horrid eminence a Swede might claim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lawless wretch—Olaus was his name:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His name, with darkest brand exalted high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glared on the towering pitch of infamy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twice, o'er his head ere thirty suns had roll'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With shameless hand his freedom had he sold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And twice in battle drawn his venal sword<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against a generous and forgiving lord.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span><span class="i0">Successive crimes o'er nature soon prevail'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Denmark's king the perfect villain hail'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bade his known skill each midnight treason guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er each murdering band preside.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Him to a room the tyrant call'd by night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where thick and gloomy grates shut out the light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the low roof a smoky taper hung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wide around its fitful lustre flung.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Haste, brave Olaus!" (Scandia's monarch spoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the ruffian cast a gracious look)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Haste, to the castle's lofty walls repair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And find Ernestus, lock'd in fetters there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him and his friend from their dark cell convey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lead them secret o'er the watery way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou know'st the rest." No more the tyrant said;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, at his word, th' obedient felon sped.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><span class="i2">The stars now gliding down th' ethereal blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er earth and air a shadowy lustre threw;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, by relentless avarice led to fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Olaus issued from the royal gate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ruffian centinels their brother knew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at his word the portals open flew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the tower he moved with silent speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And smiled, exulting in the future deed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">So to the town where weary riot sleeps<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On purple clouds some dark contagion creeps:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From eastern climes proceeding swift and fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where torrid suns the ripen'd poison swell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Borne on infected gales along the skies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' ethereal store of vast destruction flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er interposing deserts wins its way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blasts the green vale, and withers cheerful day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then settling on the walls, with steaming breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pours thro' the thicken'd air disease and death.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span><span class="i2">And now in view the ancient castle frown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With many a dim-appearing turret crown'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, round the gloomy doors, the warder-band<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(A watchful train) in silent order stand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The jarring gates unfold: two torches play<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' the broad gloom, and point the darksome way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First to Ernestus' cell his way he took,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from th' astonish'd youth his fetters shook.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Next to the sage, now wrapp'd in slumber, sped,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Loos'd his firm chain, and rais'd his sleeping head;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And thro' the echoing valves the noble captives led.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With kindling eye the hoary sire survey'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stars careering thro' the nightly shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fix'd on the long-lost heavens his raptured sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drank with joy the flowing gale of night.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Then thus Olaus: "To my anxious king,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Illustrious Swedes, your nightly steps I bring.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><span class="i0">He knows your worth, and deems his power were vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should souls like your's a captive doom sustain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Secret his purpose, to the farther coast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Bothnia's gulph he leads his gather'd host.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When first gray twilight spread her glimmering shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the broad main his streamers were display'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soon th' auspicious breeze shall waft you o'er<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To meet your monarch on the destined shore."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">He spoke, but neither answer'd—wonder hung<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On either mind, and silenced either tongue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fix'd for a space, each other's form they view'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, wrapp'd in thought, their unknown guide pursued.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the dark streets with half-extinguish'd beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The scatter'd lamps diffused a quivering gleam;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At distant intervals the ruddy light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half mingles with the dusky robe of night:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><span class="i0">While, as they past, with loud repeated stroke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A midnight bell the solemn stillness broke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">At length they reach the borders of the deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where a selected band in silence keep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perpetual watch. Before Olaus' stride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere yet he spoke, th' obedient crowd divide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lonely boat amidst the harbour stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cast its shadow o'er the neighbouring flood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This from the strand he loos'd, and bade the sail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread its white bosom to th' indulgent gale:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They take their seats, and from the lessening shore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It flies; the parted billows foam before:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On each wan cheek the freshening breezes play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And speed their passage o'er the watery way.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">The silver splendors of the lunar beam<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Dance on the waves, and in the quiet stream<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">The twinkling stars with faint reflection gleam<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><span class="i0">Now on the guide Ernestus turn'd his eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gloomy look, and the gigantic size;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now on his friend, involv'd in new amaze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fix'd the keen ardour of his silent gaze:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each thought reflected on his brow was seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all his soul seem'd centred in his mien.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Meanwhile the felon, exercised in ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watch'd the due time to work his master's will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length his sable robe aside he threw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from its dark concealing mantle drew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A dagger's well-tried point. The moonshine play'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the smooth surface of the polish'd blade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ernestus saw: his heart-blood quicker flow'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On his bold cheek the mounting courage glow'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inspired by Heaven, a sudden vigour strung<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His youthful limbs; high from the deck he sprung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grasp'd the steel, then, wheeling swiftly round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the astonish'd ruffian dealt a wound:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><span class="i0">Th' unerring blade, with nervous force impell'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep thro' his neck its bloody passage held,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prone falls the staggering wretch: the wary foe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With added strength inflicts a second blow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then heaves his prostrate bulk with forceful strain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hurls him headlong in the flashing main.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High o'er his head the booming surges sweep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his soul bursts amidst the roaring deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now on the deck distain'd with recent blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Involv'd in thought the silent victor stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And turn'd to Harfagar—when on his view<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Successive wonders burst, and all around him grew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faint and more feint the billowy roar became,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sunk, and died at last.—With lessening flame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The starry host along th' ethereal way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unknown the cause, successive die away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For yet the morn was far, nor had the sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With reddening blush proclaimed the solar glory nigh.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><span class="i0">Amidst the swiftly-changing scene, amazed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They stood, and on the brightening ether gazed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They gazed, but trembled not: some power unseen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confirmed their hearts to meet the awful scene.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the wide skies, and o'er the ocean's bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A growing stream of wavy splendor spread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if another sun with bright control<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had changed heaven's motions, and revers'd the pole.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Nature was in alarm: with sudden dread<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">To his dark nook the screaming sew-mew fled:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">The murmurs of the midnight breeze were dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wider and wider spread th' unusual glare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the last cloud at length dispers'd in air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, as a flame bursts broad thro' azure smoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the bright cloud a dazzling vision broke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some tall dome, that shoots its towers on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His airy stature mingled with the sky:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><span class="i0">Terror and might stood blended in his mien,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his blue eye-balls shone with flames serene.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A wreath of light his fulgent brows array'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That, shifting, with a thousand colours play'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His star-bespangled robe, of sparkling blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er sea and air reflected glories threw:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moon, the skies, the golden stream of rays,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem'd lost and dimm'd in that all-conquering blaze.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His yellow locks sail'd on the clouds afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er his temples flamed the northern star.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His better hand sustain'd a spacious shield,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round as nocturnal Cynthia's argent field;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On whose enormous surface stood emblazed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mighty realm, with towers and turrets rais'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, a broad lake in mimic waves extends;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, a tall mountain's sloping summit bends.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er many a river many a navy rode,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With commerce rich, and thro' the yielding flood<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><span class="i0">With outspread sails proceeded—all around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huge untamed rocks, and giant castles frown'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The vault above serenely calm appear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cloudless light the short-lived summer cheer'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, fell marauders wasting far and near<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread their wild ravage o'er the yellow year:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, towers and walls and lofty works extend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Victorious legions the scaled walls ascend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Last stretch'd along a valley's shadowy length,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Appear'd two realms' consolidated strength.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wide fly the glowing balls, swift falchions glare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whizzing arrows hide the clouded air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sculptured kings pursue their trembling foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, where they move, the imaged tumult grows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another scene—the toil of war is past;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This seems to triumph, that to groan his last:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blood covers all, refulgent trophies rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shouts of conquest seem to rend the skies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><span class="i2">In silent reverence stood each wondering Swede,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmoved by terror: thrice the youth decreed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To speak, and thrice upon his fetter'd tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Restrain'd by awe, th' imperfect accents hung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the dread form the boundless stillness broke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ocean and air stood listening as he spoke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"The power who reins the whirlwind's stormy force,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And guides the wheeling planets in their course,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Provoked by crimes, o'er Sweden's guilty land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stretch'd wide the terrors of his flaming hand:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her venal priests, her kings in luxury lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her factious nobles, and seditious host,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd down th' unwilling bolt; and many a year<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld it blaze, and shrunk beneath its flames severe.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">His angry thunder on a blasted shore<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Has wreak'd its vengeance; the collected store<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Of wrath is spent, and the last peal is o'er.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now o'er the land, rich with a new-born spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Returning Mercy waves her golden wing:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Obedient fate draws back its sable line,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">And bright events in long succession shine:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Consenting years roll on, and crown the great design.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumber'd arts, more glorious from decay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rise one by one, and gild the land with day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more shall Sweden mourn her fetter'd doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sport of despots, and the slave of Rome:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slanderers of Heaven, betrayers of mankind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By passion bloated, and to reason blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her prelates shall oppress the land no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Liberty, with charms unknown before,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Break forth effulgent; and protecting Peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a long age, bid battle's trumpet cease.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Her guardian genius, from th' empyreal plain<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">I come, to bid primeval blessings reign,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And exiled Science lift her sacred lamp again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Thou, Harfagar, allied to earth no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pursue my flight, and seek our friendly shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy term of care is past: thy clouded day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dissolves at length in heaven's eternal ray.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' almighty Parent calls thee, from on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fill the seats of immortality.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His eyes the labours of mankind regard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And suffering virtue claims her late reward.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There may'st thou sit, and far removed from thence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the clouds of passion and of sense:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smile at the tumults of the world below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And triumph in the weakness of thy foe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"And thou, Ernestus—thou, to whom 'tis given<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bear the tidings of benignant Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><span class="i0">Aided by me, pursue the watery road,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seek Gustavus in his dark abode.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where swift Dal-Elbe his wandering current leads<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' barren mountains and uncultured meads,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resign'd to cold despair, the hero lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor knows the favour of th' indulgent skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For twenty months unwearied has he traced<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The town, the province, and the watery waste:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No aiding friend his patriot labours found;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fear master'd all, and all were slaves around.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each hope of liberty and Sweden lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He now resolves to seek a foreign coast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Albion or in Gaul secure to rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cling to Freedom's warm maternal breast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such his intent—Ernestus! be it thine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tear the warrior from the rash design!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid him to arms the free-born peasants move,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Safe in the conduct of the powers above!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><span class="i0">Swift as from hill to hill the beacon flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In every heart the patriot flame shall rise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Wermeland's hills the war-cry shall rebound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Sudermania echo back the sound:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The frank Westmanian's generous heart shall glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And join the sterner Goth to crush the foe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid him his standard in mid Sweden rear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And check th' oppressor in his fell career:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Say, that, impatient of unjust command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Indignant Denmark spurns him from her land!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He builds a lofty tower; the basis stands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fix'd in the stormy ocean's moving sands:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The turrets in unstable grandeur rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The baseless fabric shoots into the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon shall the glories of the ponderous hall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come thundering down, to crush him in their fall!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><span class="i2">"Cheer'd with this hope let gallant Vasa raise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His daring soul, to meet immortal praise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Graced with hereditary virtue shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vindicate the glories of his line.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From age to age that generous line shall reign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'And sons succeeding sons the lasting race sustain.'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The mighty seraph ceas'd. While thus he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without a sigh, the old man's spirit fled.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere yet, enfranchis'd, thro' the air it past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the lov'd youth one parting look it cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gazed on Sweden, then, no more confined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soar'd thro' the clouds, and mingled with the wind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' angelic power his sacred arm applied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To push the vessel o'er the yielding tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And swifter than the eagle's noon-day flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It flew: while, melting from the dazzled sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the wide heavens a radiant line he drew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The track still glittering where the glory flew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><span class="i2">And now 'twas silence all: the pale stars shone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moon, declining, fill'd her ruddy throne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But wrapt in deepest trance Ernestus lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till Phosphor's lamp restored the purple day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Meanwhile, ere yet on Stockholm's towery height<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The morning-planet shed its trembling light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A troop, with Bernheirn, thro' the portals past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose polish'd arms a glimmering splendor cast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No single breath the general stillness stirr'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their trampling feet alone the warder heard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And follow'd with his sight the dusty cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in its mantle wrapp'd the marching crowd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er crackling bushes scud the warrior train<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pass with haste the solitary plain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till the broad sun discover'd from afar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dawning lustre of his golden car.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><span class="i0">Beneath the covert of a neighbouring wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They paus'd awhile, and their swift march renew'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now, driven by force celestial o'er the tides,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lightning speed the rapid pinnace glides:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till, having finish'd its predestined way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its winged motions silently decay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now, from slumber rous'd, Ernestus spied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A river, branching from the ocean tide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mighty stream roll'd on its darksome flood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' mossy cavern and thro' tangled wood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence in soft mazes drew its humid train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To feed the verdure of a lonely plain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He furl'd the sail, and grasp'd the labouring oar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sped to Dalecarlia's welcome shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The oar, light-stretching, breaks the sparkling tide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scatters the reflected sunbeam wide.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span><span class="i2">And now, by Trollio sent, without delay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Stockholm's towers a herald took his way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst his idle fleet where Norbi slept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the ocean's verge his station kept.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst those peers, whom matchless talents rais'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shine in Christiern's court, their names emblazed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With glittering infamy, and splendid shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This naval chief held no inglorious fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his firm heart ambition fix'd her reign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But led celestial mercy in her train.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While others joy'd to crush the yielding foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bid the torch of ruin ceaseless glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas his alone, to bid th' uplifted dart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recoil unsated from the victim's heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wounds of misery and despair to heal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And smile upon the griefs he could not feel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lawless pirate, by his king's command<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His numerous navy on the hostile strand<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span><span class="i0">Pour'd their incessant force, and o'er his head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her wings for many a year bold triumph spread:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till, doom'd at length the chance of war to feel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Entangled in ambition's broken wheel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crush'd by his falling master's hapless fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Awhile he struggled with th' opposing weight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vain; of every hope and power bereft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expell'd from Sweden, and by Denmark left,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chief whose barks once hid the Baltic wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Russian fetters pined a haughty slave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From lord to lord by envious fortune toss'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He join'd at last imperial Charles's host.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An exile, doom'd to waste in joyless strife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The poor remainder of an ill-spent life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There long he mourns—and adverse fates deny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His last remaining wish, with fame to die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Condemn'd amidst the vulgar dead to fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sink obscure beneath a foreign wall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So perish all, impell'd by thirst of fame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To seek in crimes the lustre of a name;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span><span class="i0">Who the bright path of genuine greatness seek,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, having found it, take a course oblique,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where glittering rainbows rise from far, to cheat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their wondering eyes, and tempt their eager feet;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">And lead them forward o'er forbidden ground,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Where pleasures still decrease, and pains abound,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Till in a miry lake, or whelming torrent, drown'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus form'd by art, a fancied meteor flies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On glowing wings, and sails along the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shoots to the stars with imitative blaze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of feeble splendor, rivalling their rays;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With many a glittering track indents its way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wastes as it shines, and sparkling fades away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till having spent at length its noisy fires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mimic glory drops, and in a flash expires.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOOK III.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> +<h2>ARGUMENT.</h2> + + +<p><i>Ernestus enters Dalecarlia—View of the scene round Mora—Transition to +Gustavus Vasa, who it represented as reclining under a tree near his +friend, the pastor's house, and retracing past events in his mind—His +soliloquy—After briefly recounting the late disasters of Sweden, and +the arguments which induced him to resolve to quit his country, he +concludes with a prayer—Ernestus then appears, and delivers his message +from the Genius of Sweden—Gustavus treats his mission as a fiction, +upbraids him as a traitor, and attempts his life, but is prevented by +apparent prodigies, which, however, do not entirely convince him or +alter his resolution.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOOK III.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Auspicious Spirit, whosoe'er thou art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who warm, exalt, and fill, the Poet's heart:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who bade young Homer pour the martial strain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And led the Tuscan bard thro' hell's profound domain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whom unequal Camöens, borne along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A torrent-stream, majestic, wild, and strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sung India's clime disclosed, and fiery showers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bursting on Calicut's perfidious towers:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whom soft Maro caught Mæonian fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And plaintive Ossian tuned his Celtic lyre:—<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><span class="i0">If still 'tis thine o'er Morven's heaths to rove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tago's green banks, or Meles' hallow'd grove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Assist me thence—command my growing song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To roll with nobler energy along!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before me Life's extended vale appears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward I hasten thro' the gulf of years,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soon must sink beneath them; let my name<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With one bright furrow of recording fame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mark my brief course!—If led by thee I stray'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In youth's sweet dawn beneath the hazel shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While over head clear shone the sunny beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And noon's weak breeze scarce curl'd the tepid stream:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still aid me, gentle Spirit! still inspire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My <i>first</i> bold task, and add diviner fire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Thou too, eternal Freedom! Britain's friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To British strains thy wonted influence lend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fire my kindling mind, while I display<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy own Gustavus in unclouded day.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span><span class="i0">From where, on vast Nevada's icy brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enthroned in clouds, thou view'st the realm below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lusian, Gaul, and Albion's warring train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clash of arms, and tumult of the plain;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">From thence I call thee—rouse thy name once more,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">And to an equal theme thine aid implore,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Since Spain is now, what Sweden was before.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">And now with transport wild Ernestus spies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dalarne's continuous coast before him rise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere yet he reach'd the bank, the toiling oar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He dropp'd, and sprung impatient to the shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before him wide the dark-brow'd forests frown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And morn's still hour hush'd all the space around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save where the whispers of the changeful breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half waved the summits of the towering trees.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alone, and guided by a straggling beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hastened onward, where the murmuring stream<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span><span class="i0">Cut thro' the woods its liquid way, and laved<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The grass, that round their trunks luxuriant waved.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The willing woods an easy passage yield,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his glad footsteps reach the bordering field.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">O'er many a hill he pass'd, and many a plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the steep sun toiled up heaven's blue domain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length, o'erspent with labour, he descries<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A spire white-glistening in the morning-skies;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Around, a hundred cots in order rose,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">And mingling trees a shadowy scene compose;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">A mighty wood, o'er all, its dark protection throws.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On vale, on village, and protecting wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The southern sun shot down his fiery flood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recent from toil, the weary peasant-train<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reclined their languid limbs along the plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or dragg'd their idle steps along the soil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To watch the mountain-miner's distant toil.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span><span class="i0">Here first Ernestus paused, and gazing round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Traced the wide scene, and measured all the ground.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length, his search determined to delay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till deepening twilight quench the crimson ray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the cool grass his weary limbs he threw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While future years rose imaged to his view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From hope to hope his mind enraptur'd pass'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every hope seem'd brighter than the last.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So the swift eagle, with exulting wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Freed from his cage, thro' echoing ether springs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Towers, cities, hills recede, untired he flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cleaves the blue space, and gains upon the skies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There wantons in the warm expanse of day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drinks, with kindling eyes, the sun's accustomed ray.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Meanwhile the guardian genius round him pours<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Celestial dews, and nature's strength restores;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><span class="i0">His swimming eyes to balmy sleep resign'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fancy bore sweet visions to his mind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">'Twas now the time, when sober Evening sheds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her dusky mantle o'er the grassy meads:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet the pale stars trembled thro' the trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sparkling quiver'd on the inconstant seas;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet the moon illumed the solemn scene:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fields were silent, and the heavens serene.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sheep had sought the fold; nor yet arose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Night's listless bird from her dull day's repose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When in a vale with shadowy firs replete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose broad boughs rustled thro' the dark retreat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath a pine that sunk to slow decay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unseen, Gustavus pass'd the hours away.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">From earliest morn, ere day's third glass was run,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">The chief had mused, nor mark'd the rising son;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And the retiring day appear'd as just begun.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><span class="i0">Each flattering argument his mind revolved,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each gleam of patriot hope yet undissolved,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Traced to its dubious source each meteor-light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till the last spark went out, and all was night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Convinced at length, he spoke: the woods around<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With solemn awe return'd the mournful sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And souls of patriots listen'd from on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Uncertain yet of Sweden's destiny.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Yes, thou must fall! oh once o'er earth renown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Queen of the North, with choicest blessings crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While martial glory waited on thy voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wealth and power seem'd rivals for thy choice!<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Ye fond survivors of a ruined state,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Here quit, at length, your hopes of happier fate,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And view your country's fix'd unalterable date!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span><span class="i0">You were not made to fear a tyrant's frown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To gild with tributary wealth his crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To welcome some deputed robber's sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And watch his wavering will from day to day:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No—once o'erwhelm'd beneath a tyrant's blow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each following age will bring increase of woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every sigh, that loads the Swedish air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will fly the herald of a patriot's care!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"How art thou changed, oh fate! since smiling Time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bore on his noiseless wings my youthful prime!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By my paternal castle-gate reclined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I caught the murmurs of the evening wind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, leaning o'er the rampire's battled height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cast my young eye, with ever-new delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er rocks, o'er vallies rich with many a flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lake blue-glistening, and the snowy tower:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While my sire joy'd on days long past to dwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How Haquin triumph'd, or how Birger fell—<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span><span class="i0">'That land,' he said, 'thy gallant fathers won<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From realms that glow beneath a brighter sun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their beacons blazing on each snow-clad height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The yelling sons of Odin rush'd to fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rent the eagles of invading Rome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose power had changed a hundred nations' doom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vain the Empress of the Northern Zone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With arts on arts high piled her ill-gained throne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stern Engelbert trod Usurpation down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the thirteenth Eric tore the crown.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet may my country fall—earth's works decay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heaven's high laws expect the annulling day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"While yet a youth, by venturous hope impell'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' foreign climes my devious course I held;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And came at last, where high in ether shine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The golden towers of sceptred Constantine.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span><span class="i0">There Palæologus the kingdom sway'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And willing Greece his mild commands obey'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the town with antique splendours crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The martial force, the crowded ports around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The peopled fields, with waving harvests fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And deem'd, security and peace were there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Onward I pass'd in youthful ardour bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till o'er the changeful earth four suns had roll'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Stockholm's towers and Meler's native stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of every vision, every thought the theme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recall'd my steps.—Returning thence, I saw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Byzantium sunk beneath a victor's law:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the high walls barbaric ensigns wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Red with the recent carnage of the brave:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On quarter'd camps the sun his red beam flings;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' night's dim arch the shrill-toned Ezzau rings;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span><span class="i0">Buried in dust the Christian altars lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And exiled Science seeks another sky.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Thus, Sweden, mayst thou fall! in ruin lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each hope of aid by swift destruction cross'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy blazing domes may feed a tyrant's ire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy shrines; unwilling, burn with Danish fire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy latest king, like Constantine, in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May join his slaughtered subjects on the plain!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Handmaid of Science, and by Science fed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each vice already rears its blooming head:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Already Treason digs his silent mine;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">With, civil follies, foreign wars combine;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And raging Faction waits to give th' appointed sign.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! in that hour, when growing dangers rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the weak trembles, and the faithless flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gustavus, fight for her! for Sweden fight!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For her employ the day, outwatch the night!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span><span class="i0">Untouch'd by grief, by terror, or dismay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urge thro' surrounding ills thy fearless way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let useless torture and defeated hate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confess the triumphs of a hero's fate:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let tranquil courage in each act be seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tyrants tremble at thy dying mien!'<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"He spoke no more. O'er my astonish'd soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I felt a flood of high emotions roll:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Toss'd on the mighty stream of future time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My young heart shook with ecstasies sublime!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Oh, look not from thy skies, lamented shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor view that land to misery betray'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ignorance can cloud immortal sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be Sweden's fortunes wrapp'd in tenfold night!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou saw'st not Devastation sweep her shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her forests smoke, her rivers roll in gore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou saw'st not half her woes. Her senate low,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou thought'st her people would revenge the blow;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span><span class="i0">And hope shone kindling in thy dying eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That some new sun would rise to light her starless sky.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas then, when Christiern thought the axe too slow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And watch'd with eager transport every blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drank each murmur that to death consign'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noblest, wisest, bravest of mankind,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When ev'n the gazing crowd was doom'd to feel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fury of his yet unsated steel,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas then thou met thy fate,—unshared by me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou fell'st, and with thee Sweden's liberty!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy spouse, thy daughter, wrapp'd in fetters lie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy son, self-exiled, quits his native sky!"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">He paused, and starting from the verdant ground<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With hurried footsteps paced the forests round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stung with fierce grief, 'till the full tide of woes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Subsiding sunk, and calmer thoughts arose.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span><span class="i2">While yet he roams beneath the shady groves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tears gush forth at every step he roves;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep's humid vapours lessening on his eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ernestus rose, and mark'd the changing skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now a furze-clad eminence he found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wide o'erlook'd the immensity of ground:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From this, with eye insatiate, he admires<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woods, hamlets, fields, and awe-commanding spires.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seeks where first to steer his fateful flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Safe under covert of the quiet night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wide to the left the blue-tinged river roll'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And faintly tipped with eve's departing gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The village rose: half-shaded, on the right<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A sloping hill appeared to bound the sight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From its hoar summit to the midmost vale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumbered boughs waved floating in the gale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imbrown'd with ceaseless toil, a smiling train<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whirl the keen axe, and clear the farther plain,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><span class="i0">The intruding trees and scatter'd stems o'erthrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And form a grassy theatre below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hundred piles beneath the moon's wan beams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er rock and valley shed their lengthening streams;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three youths at each their joyous station keep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In festive contest bent to banish sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strive which first shall see the morn arise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With pale-red streamer waving thro' the skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sequester'd from the rest a shaded dome<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arose, the son of Eric's rural home:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On its low roof the light appear'd to rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The last green light that trembled in the west.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thither, by Heaven impell'd, he took his way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sought the spot where Sweden's hero lay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Meanwhile beneath an oak, ere day was met,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The village-chiefs, a rustic council, met;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom ancient custom bade with annual care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ensuing day's festivities prepare.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><span class="i0">Thro' their dark locks cold sigh'd the evening wind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their dogs upon the dewy plain reclined<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beside them lay. In their afflicted thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each proof of Christiern's fell oppression wrought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each deed, each menace: gloomy bodings swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In every bosom—not a tongue can dwell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On sports, on prizes, or on social games:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er their wide vallies doom'd to hostile flames,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er their devoted domes, their eyes they throw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dimm'd with the rising tear that dares not flow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length a veteran chief, Olafsen named,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In early youth for fiery valour famed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By labour unimpaired, unchilled by age,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still in battle more than counsel sage—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length Olafsen rose, and darting round<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His eyes, where rage and resolution frown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Arouse!" he cried, "delay were madness here!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let all who dare in arms, in arms appear!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><span class="i0">Enough our eyes have track'd the conquering foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in calm torpor watch'd each new o'erthrow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yon troop of peasants, ignorantly gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who waste in careless sports the passing day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon shall behold the waving sheets of fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sent from their peaceful domes, to heaven aspire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each year, each month, new towns with ruin smoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And province after province feels the yoke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Already on our conquer'd castle's height<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Danish watchfires redden all the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon, soon, their inroads will our fate decide—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haste, let us spread th' eventful tidings wide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arm every hand, provoke the lingering fight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And woe to him, that joys not at the sight!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By this dread tree, which many an age has stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unshaken, and survived the subject wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which never pruner's steel has dared invade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor venturous woodman lopp'd the hallow'd shade;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span><span class="i0">By this dread tree I swear, no peace to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till conqueror, captive, or in death laid low!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arouse, and conquer, by my zeal inspired!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">He spoke, and speaking every bosom fired.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From one to one the patriot ardour flows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As on the ruffled deep the watery circle grows.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i2">First rose his generous son, Adolphus named,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">For martial sports and manly courage famed,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">A youth, who once in war the palm of honour claimed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus express'd his mind: "To-morrow's dawn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will see assembled on our spreading lawn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chiefs of Dalecarlia's mountain-land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all their following train, a countless band.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">To that vast crowd let some bold youth proclaim<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Eternal war on Denmark's hated name,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And say, "From Mora's chiefs this martial challenge came."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><span class="i0">Their valiant clans will gather at the sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And squadrons people all the dales around.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! did one fearless heart, of those who died<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When reeking Stockholm pour'd a crimson tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did one, but one, remain, his country's shield,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To lead our warriors to the deathful field;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then might the angry king his legions tire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waste on these rocks his ineffectual ire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scowl at his freeborn foes, and vainly try<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To plant his silken standards in our sky!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Struck with the welcome thought, from man to man<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mingled with praise, assenting murmurs ran<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unequal—So in night's tempestuous roar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The waves successive lash the stony shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bold advice, by inexperience moved,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All seem'd applauding, yet not all approved;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">And old Adalfi thus: "Tho' hopes remain;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Tho' dauntless rashness may oft-times attain<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">What wisdom's wiliest arts had sought in vain;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><span class="i0">He, whose wild counsels risk a nation's fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For public fame, may meet with public hate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps, ev'n now, to the victorious Dane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dalarne has yielded half her rich domain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall we to Denmark's slaves our hopes disclose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And court with frantic haste Oppression's rushing woes?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft have our sires the work of war delay'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till signs aërial promised heavenly aid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft pitch'd their idle lances in the plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While south-winds held their unpropitious reign.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Remember too the word disclosed from high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sacred word of ancient prophecy,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When gather'd mists from Denmark's sky shall crowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blot the North with one continued cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then shall a second sun to Sweden rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with unchanging glory gild her skies."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reflect on this, and let my words have way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor spurn the needful counsels of delay.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span><span class="i0">Should all our province with united strength<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Assail the foe, the foe may yield at length,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And backward shrink, while in the favouring hour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Sweden aids us with collective power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hope that yet remains our care should guard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor blast by rashness, nor by fears retard.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere yet the assembled chiefs our fate decide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let chosen spies among the council glide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To every speech a listening ear incline,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sound each heart, and fathom each design.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let the skill'd augur Heaven's high will explore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all with suppliant fear Heaven's Lord adore:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So may success our fearless efforts guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Heaven auspicious fight on Sweden's side.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But see! the red-haired sun to ocean bends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And purple twilight on the heath descends.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haste to your homes—shake anxious care away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, fresh with slumber, wait the long laborious day."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><span class="i2">Adalfi spoke; and bade ere noon of night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sacred spells and many a mystic rite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Invoke the Power Divine, and seek from high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dark events of dread futurity.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Thus they; while, stretch'd beneath the sheltering wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The son of Eric thus his thoughts pursued.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Yes—'tis decreed! in heaven's recording hall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her guardian Spirit wrote my country's fall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When first red faction burn'd thro' all her shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And icy Meler blush'd with civil gore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our ills began. As whirling Maelstrom sweeps<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shrieking sailor to the boundless deeps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wide and more wide the increasing ruin grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all our hopes into its vortex drew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vain the statesman thro' laborious days<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Piled plan on plan, and maze involved in maze;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span><span class="i0">In vain Süante, and either Stenon, fought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In vain my arm a transient succour brought:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Almighty Fate on all our labours frown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Athwart each scheme the thread of error wound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our efforts with an unseen chain controll'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perplex'd the prudent, and dismay'd the bold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fate urges on—Her adamantine shield<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Protects our destined Conqueror in the field;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To his own seas by War and Famine driven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Furious he mounts, nor heeds the frowns of heaven:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fresh hosts appear, unnumber'd standards rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From town to town his gather'd vengeance flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His banner each ambitious prelate rears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In arms for him each factious Lord appears.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still, as around the blackening tempest grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From cloud to cloud my ardent spirit flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watch'd every gleam of sunshine as it pass'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hoped the darkness would dissolve at last:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><span class="i0">But Time now hasten'd to the dread event!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In fruitless toil my days, my nights were spent;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our chiefs deputed felt the treacherous chain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And faith was lost, and victory was vain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Saved from the captive crowd for death designed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many a dark month, in slavery's gloom I pined.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To seek, with hopeless eyes, my native ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hear, in thought, the din of battle sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To watch each passing beam, and think it falls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On slaughter'd armies and unpeopled walls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was all my life—Suspense still waved a dart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of death-like terror o'er my throbbing heart.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I was not there, when thou, my Stenon, fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cheer thee with a soldier's kind farewell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At once to lay thy base betrayer low,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pour full vengeance on the astonished foe!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy spirit, from its earthly home released,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy patriot spirit entered in my breast;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><span class="i0">That soul ev'n now my toil-worn bosom fires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prompts every deed, and every wish inspires!—<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Stung with fresh hope, I burst the involving chain,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Sought the sad relics of my friends in vain,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And roam'd o'er Sweden's now subdued domain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the swift flame alike unquench'd remains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In air's clear space, and earth's dark cavern'd veins,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' every change burn'd on my great design;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The crowded trade-ship, and the starless mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The forest now, and now the mountain-cave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From following foes alternate refuge gave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now my bold purpose boldly I pursued,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd Sweden's sons to arms, and all my hopes renew'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now the thick storm of danger shunn'd, and fled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hide in darkness my devoted head:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><span class="i0">Now fierce to conquer, now content to live,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A patriot now, and now a fugitive.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' province, town, and hamlet, on I pass'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where virtue, or where freedom, yet might last;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With keen reproach the lagging spirit fired,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The weak with hope, the bold with praise inspired.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all was changed! and Sweden but a name!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her rocks and mountains only were the same!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"In toil and danger nurs'd, the peasants cried—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Hence, mighty victor! o'er the Baltic tide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To other realms thy noisy projects bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor vex our humble state with hope and fear:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whoe'er is master, we are still forgot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And harmless poverty is still our lot.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They spoke, and shunn'd me, as a rebel hurl'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Heaven's red vengeance from the starry world.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, as they turn'd, a deep, a long-drawn sigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deplored their ruined joys and ravish'd liberty:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span><span class="i0">They wept for blessings once bestow'd in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mourn'd the good they hoped not to regain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The venal noble spurn'd me from his board,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or 'midst his smiles suborn'd the treacherous sword:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">While the proud prelate and his titled foe,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">(As reconciled by fellowship in woe)<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Alike resolved no patriot Swede to know.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All, all was Christiern's—and the haughtiest fear'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That voice, her peasants late with scorn had heard.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alone amidst my country's wreck I stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A little bark surrounded by the flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hung suspended o'er the rolling wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose every surge disclosed a gaping grave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time to give superfluous toils a close,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seek the friendly haven of repose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To foreign realms I fly, a peaceful guest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ev'n Denmark's friends will give Gustavus rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An exiled youth with cheap protection shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And glad with comfort him they dare not aid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><span class="i2">"What help, what hope to Sweden now remains?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imperial Charles with kindred power sustains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her fell oppressor: his o'erwhelming hosts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Awe the wide North, and deluge Europe's coasts;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor could our forces Pavia's victor brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' the fierce Dane were left without a slave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still arm'd for battle, watchful Norbi sweeps<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With many a prow her subjugated deeps.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark Trollio, deep in all the craft of hell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who with one art a hundred hosts might quell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conducts her foes: his active prudence schools<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The veteran leaders, and their courage rules.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumber'd legions swarm thro' all her coast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scarce the land supports its conquering host.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Experienced Otho o'er the troops presides,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And parts their plunder, and their fury guides.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her trembling people, as when winds conspire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wrap some capital in clouds of fire,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span><span class="i0">Now here, now there, for hopeless succour fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, chill'd with dread, in pale submission lie.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ev'n Dalecarlia's fierce untutored train<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In arms a sullen slow defence maintain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor meet the foe; but from their summits dare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His coming steps, and menace useless war.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon will the hostile steel, wide-conquering, mow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their strength, and Sweden's last defence lie low.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more is left to fate: the fix'd decree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stands on the tablets of eternity:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">And many a towering empire may decay,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">And many an age roll its slow years away,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Ere Freedom light again her once-extinguished ray.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Away with vain regrets, and useless tears!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One labour more, one final task appears;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From all my joys with calmness to depart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The last brave effort of a hero's heart:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><span class="i0">The smiles of partial Conscience to enjoy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since erring Hope no longer can decoy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, high on Resolution's pinions borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look down on fate, and all its evils scorn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes—o'er my head whatever sun may roll,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scorch'd at the line, or freezing at the pole,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still will I guard, untired, some righteous cause,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still shield some country's violated laws;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many a joy, that Christiern cannot taste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall cheer Gustavus thro' misfortune's waste.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enough for me, with honour to perform<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My destined course, and face the allotted storm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That done, who will may snatch the wreath of fame:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oblivion, close for ever on my name!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The souls of heroes shall frequent my stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In torrents buried, or with moss o'ergrown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, while all else forget me, shall proclaim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To kindred spirits their Gustavus' name.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span><span class="i2">"Ye faithful warriors, fearless hearts, farewell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who fought with me, and for your country fell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er your cold dust I wept not; hurrying war<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forbade all pause.—Yet, oh! whatever star,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Sacred to patriot worth, and valour's crown,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Contain you now,—from heaven's bright noon look down,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Visit an exile's dreams, and blunt misfortune's frown!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Thou too, farewell! my country! since in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I strove to snatch thee from the eternal chain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou, of whose glory future tongues shall tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mother of kings and heroes—fare thee well!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What human thought and prudence could sustain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thee I proved, and proved that all was vain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And could my single toils protection give,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Armies might sleep, and Stenon yet might live.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">For thee I could refuse with fame to fall,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">When glorious death stood ready at my call;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">For thee I rush'd thro' ills, for thee despised them all.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell!—thy rocks, thy skies, thy mountains blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where'er I turn, shall seem to meet my view;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Hope, unterrified by all the past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall pierce thro' future years, and view thee free at last!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"God of my sires! if studious to fulfill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In every point thy uncontested will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I long have struggled, careless to escape,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ills of every size, of every shape;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If still from Superstition's darkness free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My heart has breathed a purer prayer to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While erring millions with vain worship stained<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy holy altars, and thy praise profaned;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><span class="i0">If now, obeying thy implied command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I quit at length this long-disputed land:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Assist me still!—and grant my native shore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One hour of rest, one tranquil season more!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enough her ancient crimes have teem'd with woes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let her long griefs be paid with short repose:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, if I seek that kind reprieve in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let future years, at least, dissolve her chain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Protect my honoured mother: and assuage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The woes that wreck my sister's youthful age:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If yet on earth the beauteous flow'ret bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wither'd moulder in the silent tomb,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must not know—Enough—thy gracious will<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Divides, with equal measure, good and ill!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To them, if aught I merit, be it given;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grant them peace on earth, or bliss in heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will not name them more—the mournful name<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would damp with grief my soul's reviving flame.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><span class="i0">To safe retreats my fellow-patriots lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reward their labours, and their vows succeed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let one soul repine he ever fought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For virtuous praise, or deem it dearly bought!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Scarce had he finish'd, when o'er rock and dell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A sudden stream of yellow splendour fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if a star, with sunlike lustre crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dropp'd instantaneous thro' the blue profound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His heaving breast the joyful omen cheer'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now thro' parting clouds the moon appear'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Beneath her glimmering light the chief survey'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A stranger-youth advancing thro' the shade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His stately air, his gold-embroider'd vest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And towering step superior birth confess'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But time, and mental storms, had changed a mien<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By godlike Vasa once with pleasure seen:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' recent hope and transport half effaced<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lines, which sorrow had so lately traced.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><span class="i2">Unaw'd by fear the courteous hero stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And near the shady confines of the wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now met the youth. "Whoe'er thou art," he cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Beneath our roof the tranquil morn abide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For see, the red stars rise, and all around<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dew falls heavy on the silent ground."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Hear, gallant guardian of an injured state!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(Replied the certain messenger of fate)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For well I know thee, once in battle seen:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No length of years can change a hero's mien,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unalter'd as his soul; since in his lines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stamp of Heaven's own hand distinguish'd shines."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">On him, in speechless wonder, Vasa gazed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">New feelings, by uncertain memory raised,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rose indistinct: now rage, he knew not why,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fired all his spirit; now the half-felt sigh<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><span class="i0">Of ancient friendship in his breast renew'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urged its slow course, whilst thus the youth pursu'd:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Ask not my name—lest rising wrath prevent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hurried speech, and hinder Heaven's intent.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confined by Christiern's doom, I saw, with dread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The axe hang glaring o'er my fated head:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Escaped, thro' nightly seas I held my way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till starry midnight verged on purple day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When instant at my prow a form appear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Array'd in splendours, and the darkness cheer'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Genius of Sweden (such his sacred name)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From heaven's high arch the lucid herald came.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">He bade me instant cross the watery road,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">And seek Gustavus in his dark abode,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Where swift Dal-Elbe thro' rocky mountains flow'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then thus: "To him, Ernestus! is decreed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To govern nations by his valour freed,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><span class="i0">Oppression's fiercest efforts to subdue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at his feet contending factions view.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Indignant Denmark mourns her laws o'erthrown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And spurns her monarch from his iron throne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon as Gustavus blows the loud alarms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each town, each province will arise to arms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Wermeland's tribes Westmania's shall unite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Gothland's answering shouts provoke the fight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid him, who now in sluggish languor lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor knows the favour of the indulgent skies,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Rise and avenge! for him Heaven's laws ordain<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">The lengthen'd blessings of a peaceful reign,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And sons succeeding sons, his glory to maintain."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He spoke, and swifter than the falcon's flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ship shot instant thro' the seas of night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The vision vanish'd from my earnest view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er me sleep his drowsy mantle threw:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span><span class="i0">'Till, roused by morning's beam, my bark I steer'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where full in sight your mountain-land appear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cut thro' the bordering groves my rapid way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And reach'd your rural dome by close of day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Propitious Heaven my guide." While yet he spoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Vasa's breast the storm of fury woke:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each phrase accustomed, each familiar tone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proclaim'd the wretch for daring treasons known.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With giant grasp he seiz'd the youth, whose mind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor hoped, nor sought to shun the death design'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And comest thou then, young veteran in deceit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make thy work of perfidy complete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To earn by Vasa's death one title more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And revel in another patriot's gore?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think'st thou still to flatter and deceive,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By fables madness only can believe?—<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><span class="i0">Thy wealth is useless now—this ruined state<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has long in vain required her traitor's fate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She bids me, when I can, avenge her woes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wreak her wrongs where'er I meet her foes!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brave Stenon quits the mansions of the dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And calls down lightning on his murderer's head!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confirm my deed, ye all-attesting skies!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweden! accept the grateful sacrifice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That stains thy thirsty soil!" He spoke, and raised<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His long-tried sword; high o'er the youth it blazed—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Accept the sacrifice!" with voice serene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The youth re-echoed, and unalter'd mien:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! that practised arm, which once could rear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ponderous mace, and couch the winged spear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That arm, by some superior force unsteel'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shook, and the sword dropp'd idly on the field.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><span class="i0">Again he raised the point; again essay'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bury in his heart the reeking blade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! a sudden whirlwind scour'd the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seiz'd the descending falchion, and on high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In whirling eddies bore it, while around<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Low thunders rattled thro' the heavens profound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Awhile in dumb suspense the hero stood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then sought the falchion thro' the dusky wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resolved the seeming wonder to explore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And search the depths of fate's mysterious lore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">His changing mien the youth intent survey'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And slowly follow'd thro' the winding shade.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOOK IV.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOOK IV.</h2> + + +<p>[<i>The Argument to the Fourth Book, of which this is only the +commencement, will be found in the Notes.</i>]</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Observant of the deepening maze of fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High on his throne of stars the Eternal sate:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence his broad eyes the changeful earth survey'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rolling seas, the sun, the infernal shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all his worlds. In one collected beam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven's various rays around his temples gleam,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><span class="i0">Yet veil with dusky cloud the lustre pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose fulness no archangel can endure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In bright obscurity he sits sublime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tranquil looks thro' all the stream of time.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Around the throne a blue expanse of light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Extended past the reach of angel sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There heaven's superior spirits made abode,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Foremost in power, and nearest to their God.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst the azure sea like stars they shone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And circled in an hundred orbs the throne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those who o'er states preside, and those whose hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sheds war, or peace, or famine o'er a land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who guide the uncertain tempest in the pole,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watch the red comet, and the stars control.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Thro' the bless'd orders, as in ranks they rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Power on Earth's bright guardians turn'd his eyes.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><span class="i0">The attendant Spirit knew the mystic sign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ever seated near the throne divine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He saw his sovereign's will by looks express'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Suecia's guardian angel thus address'd:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Haste, faithful Spirit! to the nether skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Dalecarlia's misty mountains rise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Danish fort on the rude frontier stands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pregnant with war, and all the land commands:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With specious safety lull the band to rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unstring each nerve, and weaken every breast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The peasant-tribes with new-born strength inspire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid ev'n the fearful glow with martial fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sudden hope their cold despondence quell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And patriot grief with patriot ire dispel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence bend thy way to Denmark's stormy coast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where princely Frederic heads his secret host.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let fears and jealousies each town alarm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Denmark's boldest tribes for Frederic arm.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><span class="i0">That done, on Eric's hero-son attend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each motion guide, and each design befriend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to his sight in broader view unfold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bright events to young Ernestus told.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such be thy task: the rest in silence wait,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till changeful time shall work the will of fate."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Before the throne th' obedient Seraph bows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And veils the star that glitters on his brows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then thro' the blue abyss impetuous flies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where starr'd with suns heaven's ample pathway lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its radiant limit: thro' that path he springs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shoots smooth-gliding on refulgent wings.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Far in the void of heaven a secret way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leads from the mansions of empyreal day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wanders devious from the road of light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And deepens gradual into central night:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><span class="i0">By this dim path he sought the dark profound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of utmost hell, Creation's flaming bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw the far-distant gleam, and heard the roar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dashing surges on the burning shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With hasty steps he trod the deep descent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' the gross air, that brighten'd as he went,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And call'd a spirit from the gulphs below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven's scourge, and minister of human woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The summon'd fiend forsook the fiery wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Sweden's Genius thus his mandate gave:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"To Dalecarlia's tented fields repair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seek the Danish host assembled there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With seeming safety and false hopes destroy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their watchful care, and melt them down to joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, while they sleep in the delusive charm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unstring each nerve, and weaken every arm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So shall their fears, not Vasa, strike the blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ready Conquest meet the coming foe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><span class="i2">He spoke. Incumbent on the boundless night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To upper air they wing their echoing flight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence swift to earth their airy voyage bend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the cold North's unmeasured tracts extend:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er pine-clad Norway's wilderness of snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the huge Dofrine's cloudy tops they go,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' many a fertile province urge their flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on Dal-Elbe's uncultured plains alight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Thro' the majestic forest's leafy pride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The murmurs of the recent tempest sigh'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shades of eve were closed, and pattering showers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shed added gloom o'er midnight's starless hours.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep in his downy car o'er Mora rode,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soft-winged Silence ruled the calm abode.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lull'd by the distant gale's unequal sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The peasants press their beds, with rushes crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><span class="i0">From daily toil and fear a respite steal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dream of joys the waking may not feel.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">High blazing on the Danish castle's brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The beacon redden'd all the fields below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From its tall battlements, o'er moat and dell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chequering the light, uncertain shadows fell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On high, the warder tunes his martial song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rocks, the dales, the cheerful notes prolong.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">On a broad plain the rising structure stands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The work of Dalecarlia's mountain bands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In ancient years, ere Margaret ruled the clime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Majestic still it stands, and unimpair'd by time.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Western height primeval rocks inclose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Low-murmuring to the south a river flows:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rest with towers and tower-like works was crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cast a various shadow o'er the ground.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><span class="i0">Unnumber'd outworks, lessening by degrees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sloped to the plain: wide quivering to the breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Danish standard, on the heights unrolled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inflames the air with many a waving fold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stupendous gates the massy fabric crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rough with iron studs impervious frown'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft had the rocky cattle's rugged form<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From its steep sides roll'd off the martial storm:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whirlwinds, wasting all the neighbouring plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spent their loud anger on its walls in vain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lofty it stood, impregnated with war,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seem'd a craggy mountain from afar.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Fast by a fire, whose half-extinguished rays<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shot here and there a fluctuating blaze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The warriors' languid eyes in slumber closed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their arms, beside them, gleam'd as they reposed.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">The guards alone, still cautious of surprise,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Watch'd at each gate, and gazing on the skies,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Repell'd unwilling slumber from their eyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Five hundred Danish youths this post maintain'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fight alike, and hardy ravage train'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prepared the fiercest mountain-host to dare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dash from many a battlement the war;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prepared to hurl the whizzing lance, to pour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The missive flame, or dart the arrowy shower:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young Eric the selected squadron led,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Count Bernheim's son, in camps and contests bred;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fiery spirit, never at a stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With martial projects teeming night and day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alike by terror, pity, and remorse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Untouch'd, he held, thro' crimes, his fearless course;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><span class="i0">Proud, like his king, to conquer and oppress,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In action rash, and haughty with success.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">While thus deep slumber half the troop oppress'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ev'n the waking found a pause of rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The joyful demon, with malignant look,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er all the host his sable mantle shook.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Instant before the slumbering soldier's eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreams of past joy and sweet illusions rise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he whose ardent spirit late engaged<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In airy wars, and bloodless battles waged,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mountain-chief in every vision slew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the yielding rear still foremost flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, sudden, sees each fading phantom changed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels every care and thought from war estranged,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeks the lost quiet of his native shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mourns the lengthen'd toils, he gloried in before:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><span class="i0">Burns with impetuous pleasure's feverish fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or trembles in the tumult of desire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The drowsy watch a sullen vigil keep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scarce oppose the invading hand of sleep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ev'n Eric, watchful still, and us'd to bear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His destined weight of military care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ev'n Eric feels his soul's wild tumult fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bows to softer sleep his restless head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before him visionary glories roll,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fancied victories dilate his soul.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Here, to complete his task, low-hovering stay'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fiend; while, mingling with the nightly shade,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Intent his generous purpose to fulfil,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">The radiant herald of th' eternal will<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">Thro' the wide province flies, and darts from hill to hill.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> +<h2>SONG FOR THE FOURTH BOOK OF GUSTAVUS VASA:</h2> + +<h3>SUPPOSED TO BE HEARD BY A DALECARLIAN HERMIT.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Circling ages swept away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweden's kings of ancient sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hid their race from sight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circling ages bring again<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To that race the long-lost reign,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Time revokes his flight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their star shall rise with brighter beam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From slumbering in the ocean-stream.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><span class="i0">Dalecarlia, grasp the spear!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hail thy great Deliverer near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To alter Sweden's doom!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Born to raise her darken'd name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heir of all her former fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And source of all to come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Past and future glories shine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Centred in the youth divine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweden, rise! I bid thee brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unappall'd, War's dubious wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Till the doom'd period close!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">War in vain shall spend his rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prelude to a peaceful age<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That shall redress his woes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweden! rouse thy martial band;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis thy Guardian Power's command!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the slow-emerging sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First dispels the shadows dun,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span><span class="i2">And his whole circle rears:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the north-wind's stormy breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shakes the mountain, sweeps the heath,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The clouded ether clears:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Own the signal of the sky!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hail the great Deliverer nigh!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE RIVER TICINUS:</h2> + +<h3>FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF SILIUS ITALICUS.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cœruleas Ticinus aquas et stagna vadoso<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perspicuus servat turbari nescia fundo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ac nitidum viridi latè trahit amne liquorem:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vix credas labi; ripis tam mitis opacis,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Argutos inter volucrum certamina cantus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Somniferam ducit lucenti gurgite lympham.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thro' these fair scenes the smooth Ticinus glides,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in soft murmurs rolls his slumbering tides:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span><span class="i0">No mud disturbs the mirror calm and deep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clouds upon its stilly bosom sleep:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The varied beauties of the flowery scene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chequer the azure light, and paint the floods with green.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce seems the wave to roll, so sweetly flows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tranquil stream, inviting soft repose:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While on its side, in tuneful contest gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their mellow notes the feather'd songsters play.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p> +<h2>JUPITER THUNDERING IN DEFENCE OF ROME:</h2> + +<h3>FROM THE TENTH BOOK.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ipse refulgebat Tarpeiæ culmine rupis,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Elatâ quatiens flagrantia fulmina dextrâ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jupiter, ac lati fumabant sulphure campi,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et gelidis Anio trepidabat cœrulus undis:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et densi ante oculos iterùmque iterùmque tremendum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vibrabant ignes....<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">High on the rock, the God, with furious look,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From side to side his burning thunder shook:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span><span class="i0">Now here, now there, the scattering lightnings broke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the wide vallies flamed, and glowed with sulphurous smoke:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Contagious terror roll'd from plain to plain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cold Anio trembled in his watery reign;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dazzled by the withering flames, o'eraw'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chief shrunk back, and own'd the present God.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> +<h2>FRAGMENT, IN IMITATION OF WALTER SCOTT.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">1.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where are the kings of ancient sway?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are the terrors of their day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The chiefs that with glory bled?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon, soon their little sun was o'er;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, hurried to oblivion's shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their very names are fled!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span><span class="i0">Yet can the Muse from fate redeem<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her favourites here below;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can check Time's all-devouring stream<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In its eternal flow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can catch the quickly-passing beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid it for ever glow!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">2.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The darkly-gathering clouds of night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had quench'd the red remains of light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the hill and o'er the plain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She held her dim and shadowy reign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the distant billows of the main<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In boundless darkness roll'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er land and sea, it was silence all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No breezes waved the pine-wood tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or swept the lonely wold:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The murmurs of the lake had died,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The reeds upon its plashy side<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span><span class="i2">No rustling motion felt;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But o'er the world, as life were fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Nature thro' her world were dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Portentous stillness dwelt.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">3.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On a rock of the sea young Carthon stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his lamp shone faint on the ocean-flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As with both his hands he toiled to raise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The seaward beacon's ruddy blaze:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye the warrior, far and near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Explored the dark profound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye the warrior's cautious ear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was watching every sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the air of night was mirk and dread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all was silent around his head.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">4.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At length, uncertain murmurs rose<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Athwart the billows grey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breaking the night-air's still repose,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><span class="i2">And deepening on their way:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He beard the dashing of the oar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the long surge whitening to the shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now the broad-sailed bark appear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now to the silvery beach it steer'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And anchored in the bay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">5.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news of Lochlin's king?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Chief of Lona cried:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Tidings of war and death I bring,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ocean-scout replied.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A dreadful vow has King Haquin vow'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To spread in Albin his banners proud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disperse o'er forest, field, and fold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His hundred troops of warriors bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till every rock with gore shall smoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every castle own the yoke.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The keen remains of recent hate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet burn thro' all the Northern state,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><span class="i0">And many an age's gather'd ire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With added fury fans the fire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">6.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Twas under the shade of dark midnight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They met at his hall, in armour dight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king and his chieftains proud;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their lances at their sides were hung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the oak-tree, blazing 'midst the throng,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Across the hall, with flashes long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A broad uncertain lustre flung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a red and shifting cloud.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas here, to all before concealed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Monarch his design revealed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">7.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Their answering clamours shook the ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Gormul's mountain far around<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From all his rocks flung back the sound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pierced by the monarch, with struggling yell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A bull at Odin's altar fell;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span><span class="i0">The priest in a bowl received the gore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And round the troop the chalice bore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eager, as he the wine-cup quaffed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each chief caroused the sable draught,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The pledge of martial faith;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not a word the stillness broke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As thus, in turn, each chieftain spoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With slow and solemn breath:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">8.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'When the fiery-mantled Sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sees the glorious fight began,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He shall see its stubborn course<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burn with unabated force!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swords shall clatter, javelins sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrows whistle from the string,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not a step be turned to flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not a warrior wish for night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till the burning star of day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quenches his declining ray<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span><span class="i0">In the darkness of the main,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And throughout the purple plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaped with slaughter, piled with death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not a foeman draws his breath.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who well performs his vow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Monarch Odin, shield him thou!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who shrinks from hostile blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hela! scourge the wretch below<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thy ninefold house of woe!'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">9.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O'er hill and field the war-drum peal'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">High flamed the beacon-flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And each noble peer, from far and near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Haquin's standard came.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw ten thousand lances gleam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the winter's swart sun-beam!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They hide old Gormul's snow-capt height,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They hide the craggy dell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I hastened thro' the waves of night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tidings of war to tell."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE EXILE:</h2> + +<h3>A POEM.</h3> + +<h4>—Superanda omnis fortuna ferendo est.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas night: the stars denied one cheering ray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wrapp'd in clouds the lunar splendours lay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No lightest zephyr brush'd the silent floods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or swept the bosom of the lofty woods:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each human heart the general calm confess'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The childless sire had hush'd his cares to rest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he, the victim of his country's laws,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The base deserter of her awful cause,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Whose eyes no more in earthly sleep shall close,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Yet sunk oppress'd, and drank in calm repose<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">A short, a deep oblivion of his woes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Diffusing verdure o'er a lonely glade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fountain with eternal murmurs play'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hard by, an ancient forest's leafy brow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cast a brown horror o'er the stream below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the green margin of the quiet flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With looks of woe, a time-worn Exile stood:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the dim wave he cast a gloomy look,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then thus in low and troubled accents spoke:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Dear native stream! and thou, thrice happy lawn!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where once I roved, in youth's first joyous dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While every wind a holy silence kept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And peaceful on the flood the sunbeam slept:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I now return, and ask of your kind wave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The last unenvied gift, a quiet grave!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span><span class="i0">From scene to scene of varied misery toss'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each hope, each joy, each cheerful prospect lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With cares and labours many a year oppress'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hail the dawn of everlasting rest!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' worn with sufferings, my distracted soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce bows to former reason's firm controul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere yet I sink to death's secure repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once more let me retrace my ancient woes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And count those various pangs, which now shall cease<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the calm bosom of unchanging peace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Smooth roll'd my vernal years, while on my head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fate's early smiles a meteor-lustre shed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No painful fear, no troubles, then had power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To break the current of one peaceful hour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft as I trod the meadow's verdant round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or pierced the echoing forest's gloomy bound,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><span class="i0">Or traced the willowy margin of the stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lost in the wildering maze of Fancy's dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before me Life's long years in prospect rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By fears unbroken, undisturb'd by woes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes! I remember well,—my dizzy brain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels those bright hours not yet effaced by pain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still on my soul they cast a distant light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gild with transitory gleams the night!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Yet then, ev'n then, the powers of fate below<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prepared for me their gather'd stores of woe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tempest watch'd to blot my peaceful day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And silent in their beds the thunders lay!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Short was my date of joy: the yawning tomb<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Snatch'd my loved parents to eternal gloom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With fearful awe my shuddering soul survey'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The untried path of misery display'd,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><span class="i0">Gazed wild upon Misfortune's unknown form,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And watch'd the coming terrors of the storm.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Soon burst the cloud, and far away was borne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The last faint gleam of Life's deceitful morn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For fancied crimes expell'd my native shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And doom'd alone to measure ocean o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I left those scenes where joy for ever reigns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Secure to find her on no other plains.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Dark rose the morn: the wind in every wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Howl'd, and the meteors glancing o'er the flood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flash'd a portentous light. Before the gale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With streaming eyes I spread my little sail:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift o'er the sounding waves the vessel flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cliff after cliff receding from my view:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chill ran my heart—the swelling sails I furl'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While yet emerging from the watery world<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">One headland rose—O'er all the boundless main.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">I cast my shuddering view—I wept in vain—<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">I wrung my hands in agonizing pain:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><span class="i0">O'er my dim eyes increasing darkness hung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No low, faint murmurs, trembled on my tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A deadly torpor every limb oppress'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weak were my sinews, and unmann'd my breast:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! a voice, that struck my inmost heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem'd, thro' the wavering storm, to cry, 'Depart!'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembling with awe, I turn'd my aching view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And spread the flying sail, and o'er the billows flew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"On foreign shores, to poverty resign'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An exile, friendless and alone, I pined.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope and Content inspired my toils no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! I left them on my native shore!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stern Want around me pour'd her chilling woes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And no faint beam, to cheer my winter, rose.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"At length, when years, with slow-revolving round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had half assuaged my soul's eternal wound,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><span class="i0">And rural peace my humble efforts bless'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With one short calm of momentary rest;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Sudden, the demons of tyrannic war<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Whirl thro' our peaceful haunts his rapid car,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And waving standards kindle all the air:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In crackling heaps the flaming forests rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The smoking cities darken half the skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' burning woods and falling towers I sprung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While torches hiss'd, and darts around me sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, still expectant of some happier time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought distant refuge in another clime.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"My term of sorrows came not: black Despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lawless Force, and shrinking Fear, were there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woes, yet unfelt, were nigh;—fell Slavery shed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her night of sorrows on my hapless head:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doom'd each imperious order to fulfil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And watch a ruthless master's various will.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span><span class="i0">Five years, exposed to unremitted pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I languish'd there—'till Friendship broke my chain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i2">"Now o'er my head full fifteen suns had burn'd,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Since from my native rocks my eyes I turn'd:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And practised now in woe, my soul no longer mourn'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sought my patron, and (a bark supplied)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His fortunes follow'd o'er the foamy tide.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"From these dire shores our rapid course we held;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Auspicious gales the flying canvas swell'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And joy's faint sunshine kindled in my eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the last mountain mingled with the skies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, by conflicting winds together driven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A night of clouds involved the starless heaven;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><span class="i0">Fierce and more fierce th' increasing tempest blew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thunder rattled, and the lightning flew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon, borne at random o'er the watery way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The yawning rocks our guideless ship betray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My shrieking comrades sink.—Some power unseen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Preserved me, trembling, thro' the deathful scene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I rode th' opposing waves, and from the steep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld the vessel plunge into the flashing deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3">"Beneath a sheltering wood all night I lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till morn had chased the flying stars away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then sought the wave-worn strand.—The storm was dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Silence o'er the deep her pinions spread.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All—all were gone!—I saw my doom severe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, dull with suffering, scarcely dropp'd a tear!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span><span class="i2">"There, by the murmurs of the sea's hoarse wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scorch'd on the rock, or shivering in the cave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long, long I stay'd: Fate yet prolong'd my day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Grief and Famine spared their willing prey.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A roving bark at length approach'd, and bore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The suppliant stranger to fair India's shore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"With wondering steps I traced the sunny strand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mark'd each giant work of nature's hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw towering oaks th' aërial tempest brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mighty rivers roll the sea-like wave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amaze, unmix'd with joy, my soul possess'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What beauteous scene can charm an Exile's breast?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sadly I saw primeval forests frown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, in each foreign stream, still sought my own.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span><span class="i2">"No bright success my rising labours crown'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sunbeam wither'd, or the deluge drown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each growing hope: my frame seem'd worn with care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Death still hover'd in the feverish air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stern Famine o'er my solitary gate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread her cold wings, and watch'd in sullen state.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life yet was dear—Each visionary night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Restored my ancient dwelling to my sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every gale, that swept the valley o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Appear'd to point me to my native shore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Soon as the morning waved her banner red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With bounding heart the winged sail I spread.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Again the tempest roars, the meteors play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And struggling clouds repel the rising ray.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet nought disturb'd my unprophetic soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resign'd to joy, impatient of control,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><span class="i0">I seem'd new-born: Creative Hope again<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Restored the sense of pleasure, and of pain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tumultuous transport, now no more suppressed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shone from my eyes, and wanton'd in my breast.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Soon did the storm subside: before the breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smooth flew the boat, across the summer seas.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The brightening sunbeam on the waters danced,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the blue clouds a stream of radiance glanced.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"As the fleet swallow, eager to attain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her well-known regions, scuds o'er land and main;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So, wing'd with hope, I flew: my eager sail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stemm'd many a sea, and waved in many a gale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While, ardent still one object to pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I shunn'd the rock, and thro' the tempest flew:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span><span class="i0">And still, with rapture's mingled tear and smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mark'd, as it pass'd, each dim receding isle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From each fair view my swimming eyes declined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fairer views rose imaged in my mind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Swift o'er the waves I flew; and many a day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the smooth wings of joy had roll'd away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, half-discover'd 'mid the clouds of night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My native cliffs rose beauteous to my sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With beating heart I furl my sail, and sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With rapid oar the smooth-dividing deep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The well-known bay a ready entrance gave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And safe return'd me from the stormy wave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Now Night, advancing up th'etherial plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drew slowly her broad veil o'er land and main.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With falling tears I bathed the sacred ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thro' the viewless darkness gazed around:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span><span class="i0">But air's blank waste deceived my ardent sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hills were dark, the rivers roll'd in night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet swift imagination, uncontroll'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ranged o'er the scene, and tinged it all with gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'And here,' I cried, 'amid this piny grove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In winter's morn my lonely steps shall rove;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there, beneath yon' poplar's silver shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At summer noon my weary limbs be laid.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yon azure stream, that parts the fruitful scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall see my cottage on its banks of green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long-cherish'd friends shall charm each livelong day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And jocund children, more beloved than they:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My sun thro' ambient clouds shall set more fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thirty years of grief be lost in air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, happy long-lost land! once more receive<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy time-worn Exile, and his cares relieve!'<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span><span class="i2">"The gathered mists roll'd slowly from the lawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fading stars announced the silent dawn:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hill, that tower'd above the bounded heath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I climb'd, and gazed upon the scene beneath.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The beams of morning woke no living eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid this vast and cheerless vacancy:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They only pour'd their ineffectual light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On a bleak prospect, better hid in night!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where'er I look'd, outstretch'd in long survey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A huge unmeasured waste of ruins lay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">War's fiery steps had mark'd the beauteous scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mingled ravage show'd where death had been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fallen cottage, and the mouldering tower—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A dreary monument of wrathful power!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stream that once, diffused in lucid pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw towers, and woods, and hamlets, on its side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now choked with weeds, in mossy fragments lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dragg'd a slow current o'er the mournful coast.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><span class="i0">My friends, my foes, were fled—not one of all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Remain'd, to see his country's hapless fall!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the wild plain the useless zephyrs blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wasted suns unprofitably glow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This ancient forest now remain'd alone:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath its shade I sat me down to moan;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Resign'd to dumb despair, without a tear,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Prostrate I lay, or slowly wander'd, here,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And, wandering, thought upon the things that were:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till crowding thoughts a sudden lustre flung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my wild heart with desperate hope was strung.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Hence, vain regrets! unmanly tears, away!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time to close my melancholy day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiling with peace, or brilliant with delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eternity lies open to my sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I go, a fearless soul, unstain'd by crimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To seek the rest denied in earthly climes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><span class="i2">"Ye righteous Powers, whoe'er ye are, who guide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's changeful tumult, and its cares divide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who rule mankind with absolute decree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grace the bless'd with good, unknown to me:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">To you I pray not: Your afflicting hand<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Has given the sign to quit this earthly strand:<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">I bow with joy to your implied command!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes—in the bosom of eternal fate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some real joys, perhaps, my soul await:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some peace may yet be mine—some powerful rock,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmoved by terror, or misfortune's shock;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some vale of calmness, some sequester'd shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where hope, and fear, and sorrow, are no more.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"My soul, thro' endless ages doom'd to live,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A quenchless flame, must every sphere survive:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence, then, these sorrows in her mortal times;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chain'd down to woe, ere yet involved in crimes?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span><span class="i0">This cloud unpierced, that darkens all her way?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is this the dawn of an eternal day?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death, death alone, can chase th' unfathom'd gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And light the mazes of my doubtful doom!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">He spoke; and gazing on the watery grave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Approach'd with tranquil step the fatal wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the green verge with easy slope descends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, rippling on the sand, the water ends.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! some power, with deep resistless force,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Check'd his firm soul, and stopp'd his fearless course;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He felt its languid influence thro' his breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, stretch'd in sleep, the grassy margin press'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His weary soul to balmy rest resign'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fancy bore these visions to his mind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">On a broad bank, alone, he seem'd to stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose flowery limit closed a spacious land.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><span class="i0">Around, the cultured plains appeared to glow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With various hues: a river roll'd below:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unvex'd by storms, the tranquil waters ran:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On heaven's blue verge calm shines the mounting sun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As waken'd from a dream of woe, amazed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On woods, and skies, and murmuring streams, he gazed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calm, silent raptures flow'd thro' all his breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seem'd the foretaste of eternal rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">His eye, now settled, mark'd a little boat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which on the nearest waves appear'd to float:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its airy sail with snow-white radiance blazed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its blue prow tinged the waters.—As he gazed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! the clouds opened, and with sudden glare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A dazzling form descended thro' the air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift as a sea-bird darting o'er the deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or meteor hovering with aërial sweep,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><span class="i0">He flew, and lighting radiant on the helm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cast a bright shadow o'er the watery realm.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He waved his hand; the Exile took the sign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Embark'd, and join'd the messenger divine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Smooth o'er the liquid plain the vessel steers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A faint-reflected sun on every wave appears.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift o'er the stream it steers: on either side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In murmurs low th' advancing waves divide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' cloudless skies the radiant orb of day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enthroned in light, held on his heavenly way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A line of light along the ocean streams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The white sails glisten in the golden beams.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still, as they roll, the river's waters lave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ceaseless flow the lily of the wave:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The willow-forests on its verdant side<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bathe their green tresses in the crystal tide:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bending alders paint the floods, and seem<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A waving curtain o'er the glassy stream.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><span class="i0">Thro' the wide clouds and thro' the watery way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calm Light and Silence held their boundless sway.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now vanish'd from their eyes the lessening shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nearer grew the ocean's sullen roar:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when the sun-heaven's topmost dome had scaled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The green-tinged waters of the deep they sailed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The orb of day, faint-glittering from afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now veil'd in gradual gloom his beamy car:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hollow murmur thro' the blackening skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rolls dismal on, and loudens as it flies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The watery birds fly screaming from the steep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And darkness settles on the shivering deep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wondering Exile, from the deck, beheld<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tempest grow, and clouds on clouds impell'd:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><span class="i0">Far to the south their dusky legions bend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thence o'er heaven a gloomy line extend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He heard th' approaching tempest's hollow sigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cold despondence trembled in his eye—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lo, it bursts! the boundless whirlwinds sweep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Toss the light clouds, and tear the staggering deep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sheer from its lowest caves—the smoking rain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bursts in white torrents o'er the echoing main:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fiery bolts uninterrupted roll<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From sky to sky, and shake the stedfast pole:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Red volleying o'er the heavens with curving beam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fitful lightnings dart a quivering gleam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, glancing thro' the raven plumes of night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shed o'er the deep a pale sepulchral light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Swift to the Power unknown his eyes he rear'd—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No sign of comfort in the Power appear'd:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><span class="i0">Silent he stood—when lo! another blast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rends the strong sail, and shakes the tottering mast!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, by the mounting billows upward swung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembling amid the darksome sky they hung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now seem'd to touch the fountains of the deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where in eternal rest the waters sleep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now beneath a milder tempest's sway<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward the rapid vessel bounds away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, lo! again—as if with thundering fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Descended to the deep heaven's loosen'd wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yells the fierce storm: beneath the furious shock,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torn from its roots, the long-resisting rock<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falls prone; the sands, driven by the whirling sweep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Boil up, and darken the discolour'd deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Still o'er the stormy waste they labour on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' bowling deserts and thro' paths unknown—<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span><span class="i0">A long, long way! the lightnings flame around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And winds and billows mix their mournful sound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still on they fare—'till thro' the ambient night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bursts a third whirlwind with redoubled might;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The congregated clouds in one vast sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It drives, and bares the bosom of the deep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sail flies loose, the mast in fragments torn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the black surface of the waves is borne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Louder, and longer, over heaven's wide field<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' the rent clouds the bellowing thunders peal'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In one blue sheet the streamy lightnings glare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand demons ride the flaming air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the dark waves a deeper horror cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And howl between the pauses of the blast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now 'twas silence all—a sulphurous smell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread round: a cloud arose with sudden swell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slow o'er the ocean's trembling waves it past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from its bosom, indistinct and vast,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span><span class="i0">A giant form advanced across the gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of air, and pointed to the watery tomb.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Shuddering with fear, he turn'd.—His guide was gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A broad chaotic cloud appear'd alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His limbs no more their chilly weight sustained,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A deathlike torpor o'er his bosom reign'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His stony eyeballs fix'd in silent trance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Met the terrific Spectre's withering glance.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lo! the Phantom waves, with sudden glare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His burning sceptre thro' the starless air!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High o'er the bark the booming billows spread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The deafening waves were closing o'er his head;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When rushing clouds the towering form involved,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the vision into air dissolved.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like mist that flits before the solar car,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or the wan splendours of a falling star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The scene dispers'd; and at his side, return'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heavenly Guide in all his radiance burn'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><span class="i2">A smile, with love and calm affection fraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Seraph gave, as by the hand he caught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' admiring Exile: then the earth forsook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thro' dividing clouds his easy journey took.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Above the skies on silent wings upborne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They seek the quarter of the rising morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, wheeling thro' the stars their level flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On a tall mountain's cloudless top alight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Beneath, a boundless realm in prospect lay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair as the regions of perpetual day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wide stretch'd the peaceful vale. A brighter sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' purer skies his azure course begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, uneclips'd, along th' etherial road<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A host of stars with rival splendours glow'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far to the west, with dewy spangles gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long tracts of meads reflect the orient ray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Collected fragrance breathes in every gale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And harvests nod on every yellow dale.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><span class="i0">The southern plain a lordly city crown'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its ample range with marble turrets frown'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The golden spires with pointed radiance glow'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From tower to tower the pure effulgence flow'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lofty gates for ever open stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er the region pour'd a living flood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their dusky sides by piny groves conceal'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A range of snow-capp'd hills the north reveal'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst the dark-brow'd woods with murmurs hoarse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand torrents took their foamy course.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The eastern limit show'd a spacious bay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blue Ocean redden'd in the morning ray:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reflected lustre crown'd the chalky steep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stately navies darkened half the deep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the tall hill, beneath the sunny beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three rivers, issuing, pour a various stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now thro' the lawns in parted currents glide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now, uniting, spread an equal tide.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><span class="i0">Unnumber'd tints the forest-boughs unfold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the bright waters seem to roll in gold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Successive wonders on the Exile's breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A visionary strange amaze impress'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">New hopes, new fears, his trembling bosom throng,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doubt follows doubt, and thought drives thought along.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When now the Angel, with that awful grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That waits on spirits of celestial race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the pale mortal lost in dark surprize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fix'd the keen radiance of his sun-like eyes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mild were his looks: yet, when his accents flow'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It seem'd as thunder shook the bursting cloud.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Beneath the weight of earthly evil bent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In varied toils and woes thy days were spent;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till cold Misfortune, with unceasing lower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weigh'd down thy soul, and deaden'd every power,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><span class="i0">Reflection's lamp withdrew her guiding ray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fail'd to point thee on thy darkling way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thy wild soul prepared to launch alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Night's dark bosom into worlds unknown:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, sent by Heaven thy earthly deeds to guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er thy term of varied life preside,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I check'd thy course: and Providence by me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unfolds her secret train of destiny.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Oh, ignorant! to deem thyself the first<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of mortals with unmingled troubles curs'd!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast not yet the height of woe attain'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor every cup of human sorrow drain'd.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">Thy path of suffering has been trod alone;<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">No following friend, no consort, hast thou known,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">To double all thy sorrows with their own:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No artful foe has doom'd thy humble name<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To public enmity, or public shame;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><span class="i0">And last, and worst of all, the pangs of woe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hell can inflict, or vengeful Heaven bestow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Relentless Conscience has not shed on thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her poison'd darts,—her stings of misery!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy virtue shone thro' the dim vale of earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And toils and dangers proved thy blameless worth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For this, my hand its timely aid bestow'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To draw thee back from error's devious road.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"All, all are equal: Heaven's impartial mind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One bliss, one woe allots to all mankind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he whose morn seem'd wrapp'd in cloudy night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall see his evening glow with placid light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' calm prosperity's serenest sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The approaching gales of adverse fortune sigh;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when Affliction whets her keenest dart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hurls it, flaming, at the shrinking heart,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><span class="i0">Celestial Hope with golden wing attends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heals every wound, and every toil befriends:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The horrors vanish; gleams of light divine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Illume the cloud, and thro' its openings shine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the bow, herald of ethereal peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiles thro' the storm, and makes the tempest please.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"To sway the whirlwind, gathering clouds control,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrest the sun, or shake with storms the pole,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven gives to none:—nor have the mightiest power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To stop the current of one changeful hour:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resistless Fate with even course proceeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er their levell'd pomp her thundering chariot leads.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all can solace their afflicted mind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With temperate wishes, and a will resign'd,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><span class="i0">Can cheer the sad, improve the prosperous hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With meek Humility, and Virtue's power:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With these, terrestrial pleasures never cloy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fear is lost in peace, and sorrow turns to joy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Yet oft' the brave resisting soul, like thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At random borne across Life's wintery sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When various tempests, with successive force,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still drive her devious from her destined course,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With labour worn, at last the helm resigns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in deep anguish at her lot repines;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Despair throws round impenetrable gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Death invites her to the ready tomb.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Let faithful Memory tell (for Memory can)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How thy first years in even current ran;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How every pleasure, every good, combined<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To feast with countless sweets thy tranquil mind:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><span class="i0">Each passing joy a kindred joy pursued,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ask'd the aid of sad vicissitude.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift flew thy boat, thro' isles with verdure crown'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven's smile above, and prosperous seas around:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the smooth waves Hope's cheering zephyr pass'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every wave seem'd smoother than the last.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Soon fled those halcyon days. The storm began;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From pole to pole the doubling thunder ran.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet still with patient toil I saw thee urge<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy fearless passage o'er the gloomy surge;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still Faith discern'd the harbour of repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And panting Hope look'd forward to the close.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"As vapours, slowly thickening, blot away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beam after beam, the sacred orb of day;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><span class="i0">So woes on woes in long continuance blind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sense, and blunt the vigour of the mind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till, by some sudden gust of misery cross'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the mad ocean of despondence toss'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reason herself, once bold, acute, and strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more discerns the bounds of right and wrong:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lost, in the mist of fear, her Heavenly Guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She deems all efforts vain, and sinks beneath the tide.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"But shrink not thou from earth's malignant power!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope builds on high an everlasting tower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strength divine supports the suffering good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As lasting ramparts break the torrent-flood.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Sustain'd by this, with resolute control<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Mental Hero curbs his struggling soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bids with new fire his pure affections glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And calls his lingering wishes from below.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span><span class="i0">Refined by slow degrees, his passions rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soar from the earth, and gain upon the skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A light, unbought by all the joys of Sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheers his wide soul, and brightens all within:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, though mankind his pious peace molest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mock the sigh that struggles half suppress'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho', leagued with man, the hostile powers of hell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid round his head the maddening tempest swell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ever fix'd on worlds beyond the pole,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nought else can move his heaven-directed soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis his with tearless fortitude to feel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bigot fury of a tyrant's steel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis his with cool untempted eye to gaze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Wealth's bright pomp, and Beauty's brighter blaze:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, as the stream its equal current leads<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' dusky forests and thro' flowery meads,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Serene he treads Misfortune's thorny soil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor on surrounding pleasures wastes a smile—<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><span class="i0">Whate'er events the tide of time may swell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His only care, to act or suffer well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What tho' malignant foes innumerous scowl,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' mortals hiss, and fiends around him howl?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, higher powers, the guardians of his life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sacred transport watch the godlike strife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet Heaven, with all her thousand eyes, looks down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And binds her martyr with a deathless crown.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"When the last pang the struggling spirit sends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far from the circle of his mourning friends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, bathed with many a tear, the hallow'd bust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Protects the mouldering body of the just;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! with what rapture, mounting, he descries<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scenes of unutterable glory rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With trembling hope bows to his heavenly Lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hears with awful joy th' absolving word!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><span class="i0">Oh! with what speed he flies, dismiss'd to stray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' the vast regions of eternal day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creation's various wonders to explore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A radiant sea of light, without a shore!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, too, that spark of intellectual fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which burn'd thro' life, and never shall expire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which, oft' on earth deplored its bounded view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still from sphere to sphere excursive flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mind, upborne on intuition's wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' Truth's bright regions, momentary, springs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, piercing at one view the maze of fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiles at the darkness of her former state!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"The varied pleasures of yon' smiling plain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would feebly image Joy's eternal reign.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As that bright prospect, still to beauty true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Presents new charms at every varied view,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here towns and waving forests rise reveal'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the blue deep, and here the golden field;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span><span class="i0">Such and so boundless are the joys decreed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those, whom Truth from all their chains has freed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor time shall limit, nor dull space control<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The winged motions of th' immortal soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From star to star to spread her restless wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Learn each dread law, and trace each mighty spring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To mix with angels, and renew the hours<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of earthly friendship in celestial bowers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Source of All, undazzled, to survey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His triumphs join, and his commands obey:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To span Futurity with raptured sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Age after age interminably bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While with one tranquil all-enlightening beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The past, the present, and the future gleam:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still, as the joyful ages run their race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Progressive glories ripening as they pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With new perfections, new desires, to shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her will reflected by the will divine:—<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span><span class="i0">To see new suns arise, and see their flame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lost and extinct in night, herself the same:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such the soul's hopes; and such the blessings given<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Virtue's sons,—the brightest stars of heaven!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Oft, ev'n on earth, by Heaven's unfathom'd doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She breaks thro' her dark fortune's circling gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thro' the dim-dissolving cloud of woe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Refulgent mounts, and gilds the world below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pale Envy pines, and sickens in the dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gazing nations learn that Heaven is just.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Such are the truths thy vision would relate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And such the secret of thy doubtful fate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Go, then—thy God has fix'd thy future doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And light and transient are thy woes to come:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><span class="i0">Those sorrows past, ev'n Earth has joys in store;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Heaven expects thee on her happy shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Go—and, by chilling grief no more oppress'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hold firm thy heart—to stand, is to be bless'd!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Quick-glancing from his sight the Seraph sped,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the dream in gay confusion fled.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft o'er the wave the summer-breezes sigh'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moon play'd quivering on the restless tide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He rose, and now with new ideas fraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Revolv'd the vision in his alter'd thought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An eye of meek contrition upward cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stretch'd in lonely prayer, bewail'd the past;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Traced all his years, and with a tranquil eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exulting scann'd his promised destiny;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then steer'd his bark, with Providence his guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To realms unknown, and oceans yet untried.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p> +<h2>TO THE COMET, 1811.</h2> + +<h3>WRITTEN ON ITS APPEARANCE.</h3> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Be ye not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are +dismayed at them. <span class="smcap">Jer. x.</span> 2.</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Comet! who from yon' dusky sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dart'st o'er a shrinking world thy fiery eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Scattering from thy burning train<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Diffusive terror o'er the earth and main;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What high behest dost thou perform<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Heaven's Almighty Lord? what coming storm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of war or woe does thy etherial flame<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To thoughtless man proclaim?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><span class="i2">Dost thou commissioned shine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silent harbinger of wrath divine?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or does thy unprophetic fire<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thro' the wide realms of solar day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mad Heat or purple Pestilence inspire?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' all her lands, Earth trembles at thy ray;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And starts, as she beholds thee sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With fiery wing Air's far-illumined deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Eternal gave command, and from afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From realms unbless'd with heat or light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mournful kingdoms of perpetual Night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unvisited but by thy glowing car,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Radiant and clear as when thy course begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift as the flame that fires th'etherial blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' the wide system, like a sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy moving glories flew.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou shinest terrific to the guilty soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But not to him, who calmly brave<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Spurns earthly terror's base control,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And dares the yawning grave:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><span class="i2">To one superior Will resigned,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He views with an unanxious mind<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Earth's passing wonders,—and can gaze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With eye serene on thy innocuous blaze,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As on the meteor-fires, that sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er the smooth bosom of the deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or gild with lustre pale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The humid surface of some midnight vale.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> +<h2>FROM THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF STATIUS' THEBAID.</h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Jamque in pulvereum, furiis hortantibus, æquor Prosiliunt, &c. +403—407, 409—423.</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soon as both armies from the field withdrew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fierce to the fight the rival brothers flew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each warrior his auxiliar fiend inspires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Directs his arm, and pours in all her fires:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round the bright reins their snaky locks they twine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with each swelling mane their glittering folds combine.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span><span class="i0">The horns were hush'd: the drums no longer peal'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A death-like stillness brooded o'er the field:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thrice hell's monarch rock'd the ground below,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thrice his thunders shook the realms of woe.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No martial power was there: the God of War<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whirl'd from the hated field his heavenly car:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Indignant Pallas sought th'ethereal climes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Furies learn'd to blush at human crimes.<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎧</div> +<span class="i0">The thronging people, from the stately crown<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎨</div> +<span class="i0">Of each tall turret, look with horror down,<br /></span> +<div class="sidenote">⎩</div> +<span class="i0">And general grief overwhelms th' unhappy town:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The old deplore their late remains of light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mothers lead their infants from the sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ghosts of Cadmus' race, an impious crew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This prodigy of kindred guilt to view,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span><span class="i0">Sent from the mansion of eternal hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(A dark assembly) crowd Bæotia's hills;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er day's fair face a gloomy twilight cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And smile with joy to see their crimes surpass'd.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> +<h2>FROM THE NINTH BOOK OF KLOPSTOCK'S MESSIAH.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where, in the midst of vast Infinitude,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The arm creative stopp'd,—dread bound of space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alien to God, and from his sight exil'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hell rolls her sulph'rous torrents. There, nor law<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of motion, nor eternal Order reigns;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But anarchy instead, and wild uproar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ruinous tumult. Now with lightning speed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' accursed sphere, with all its flames, flies up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the void abrupt, and with its roar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With groans commixt, and shrieks, and boundless yells,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><span class="i0">Astounds the nearest stars: calm now and slow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dreadful peace the universal waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of sulphur roll, and pour a mightier flood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On those tormented, their eternal crimes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Avenging with fresh pain and sharper darts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of never-dying torture.—They meanwhile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The caitiff and his puissant guide, on wing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Impetuous, skirt creation's flaming waste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And suns innumerable, and with prone flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Descending down, light sheer upon the coast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of outmost Night. The guard seraphic knows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That power ministrant, ——<br /></span> +<span class="i0">—— and with quick despatch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unfolds the Stygian doors, that jarring hoarse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slow on their adamantine hinges turn'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And open'd to their ken the dread abyss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unfathomably deep, mother of woes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not mountains pil'd on mountains would close up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Th' infernal entrance: they would but increase<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its native ruggedness. No path leads down<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span><span class="i0">To those abhorred deeps. Close by the gate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Impendent rocks with fiery whirlwinds cleft<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ever fell into the deep abyss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Continuous ruin. ——<br /></span> +<span class="i0">—— On the hideous brink<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this great tomb, where Death nor sleeps, nor dies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dreadful silence, with the wretch hell-doom'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stood the Death-angel. ——<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p> +<h2>BEGINNING OF THE THIRTEENTH ILIAD,</h2> + +<h3>TRANSLATED IN IMITATION OF WALTER SCOTT.</h3> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Ζεὺς δ' ἐπεὶ οὔν Τρῶάς τε καὶ Ἑκτορα νηυσὶ πέλασσε, &c.</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">1.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From Ida's peak high Jove beheld<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tumults of the battle-field,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fortune of the fight—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He marked, where by the ocean-flood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stout Hector with his Trojans stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mingled in the strife of blood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Achaia's stalwart might:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><span class="i0">He saw—and turn'd his sunbright eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Thracia's snow-capped mountains rise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Above her pastures fair:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Mysians feared in battle-fray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With far-famed Hippemolgians stray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A race remote from care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unstained by fraud, unstained by blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The milk of mares their simple food.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thither his sight the God inclines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor turns to view the shifting lines<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Commix'd in fight afar:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He deemed not, he, that heavenly might<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would swell the bands of either fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he forbade the war.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">2.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not so the Monarch of the Deep:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Samothracia's topmast steep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The great Earth-shaker stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose cloudy summit viewed afar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The crowded tents, the mingling war,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><span class="i0">The navy dancing on the tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The leaguered town, the hills of Ide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all the scene of blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There stood he, and with grief surveyed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His Greeks by adverse force outweighed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He bann'd the Thunderer's partial will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hastened down the craggy hill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i6">3.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Down the steep mountain-slope he sped,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mountain rocked beneath his tread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And trembling wood and echoing cave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sign of immortal presence gave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three strides athwart the plain he took,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three times the plain beneath him shook;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fourth reached Ægæ's watery strand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, far beneath the green sea-foam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was built the monarch's palace-home,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Distinct with golden spire and dome,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And doom'd for aye to stand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +<span class="i6">4.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He enters: to the car he reins<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His brass-hoofed steeds, whose golden manes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A stream of glory cast:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His golden lash he forward bends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrayed in gold the car ascends;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And swifter than the blast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Across th' expanse of ocean wide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Untouched by waves, it passed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The waters of the glassy tide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joyful before its course divide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor round the axle press:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around its wheels the dolphins play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attend the chariot on its way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And their great Lord confess.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p> +<h2>LATIN POEMS.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>I.</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Ἤρπαζον—οὐκ ἔχοντός πω αἰσχύνην τούτου τοῦ ἔργου, φέροντος δέ τι, +καὶ δόξης μᾶλλον. <span class="smcap">Thuc.</span> Lib. 1.</p></div> + + +<h4>Pirata loquitur.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Quid nos immeritâ, turba improba, voce lacessis,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sanguineasque manus, agmina sæva vocas?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quidve carere domo, totumque errare per orbem<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Objicis, et fraudem cæcaque bella sequi?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non nobis libros cura est trivisse Panætî,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nec, quid sit rectum, discere, quidve malum;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><span class="i0">Hæc quærant alii: toto meliora Platone<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Argumenta manu, qui gerit arma, tenet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et tamen, ut primi repetamus sæcula mundi,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Omnibus hæc populis pristina vita fuit:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lege orbis caruit: leges ignavior ætas<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Excoluit, patrium descruitque decus.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ut culpent homines, Dîs hæc laudare necesse est;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nec pudet auctores fraudis habere Deos.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ætheriam bello rapuisti, Jupiter, arcem;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quam, dicat genitor si tibi, Redde; neges.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fertur Atlantiades, nobis venerabile numen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Surripuisse omni plusve minusve Deo.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Legiferos alii celebrent justosque poëtæ;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mæonides nostri nominis auctor erit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sisyphium canit ille ducem, canit inclyta Achillis<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pectora: prædonum ductor uterque fuit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lyrnessum Æacides, Ciconas vastavit Ulysses:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Num facta est tali gloria clade minor?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tu quoque pro raptâ pugnabas, Romule, turbâ,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Et fur imperium furibus ipso dabas.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><span class="i0">Armiger ipse Jovis, qui prædâ vivit et armis,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Inter aves primum nomen habere solet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At vaga turba sumus. Vaga erat Tirynthia virtus;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quam tamen in cœlum sacra Camæna vehit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Anne viro, lucrum trans æquora longa secuto,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dedecori est tantas explicuisse vias?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Si genus in toto quæris felicius orbe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Falleris: est nobis æmula vita Deûm.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nec fora, nec leges colimus; nec aratra subimus;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Prædandi est solus militiæque labor:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seu ruimus per aperta maris, seu cingimus igne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mænia, seu cultis exspatiamur agris.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oppida quum positis florent ingloria bellis,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fortia pax altâ corda quiete tenet:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At nobis medio Fama est quæsita periclo,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quòque magis durum est, hôc magis omne placet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plurima quid referam? Si tu ista refellere nescis,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vicimus, inque auras crimen inane fugit.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p> +<h2>II.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">[Greek: —— Ἀντολὰς ἐγω<br /></span> +<span class="i2">ἄστρων ἔδειξα τάς τε δυσκρίτους δύσεις. <span class="smcap">Æsch.</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Densantur tenebræ: subsidunt ultima venti<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Murmura, tranquillumque silet mare: Somnus ab alto<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Advehitur gelidis, spargitque silentia pennis.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Musarum intentus studiis, taciturna per arva<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deferor, herbosamque premunt vestigia vallem<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Somnus babet pecudes: humili de cespite culmen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Apparet rarum, et sparsæ per pascua quercus.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fons sacer, irriguos ducens cum murmure flexus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vicinum reddit fluvio nemus: æquore puro<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vibrantes cerno stellas, atque ordine longo<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lucida perspicuis simulacra natantia lymphis.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span><span class="i2">Fulgore assiduo et vario convexa colore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ardebant nuper: rapidi violentia cœli<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torrebat pecudes, et languida rura premebat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nunc sedata novos spirat Natura decores,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Regalique magis formâ nitet. Æthere toto<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Se stellæ agglomerant: micat almo lumine campus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cærulus, et densis variantur nubila signis.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sic quondam ruptum subiti miracula mundi<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Effudit Chaos, et primi exsiluere planetæ<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cursibus, atque novum stupuerunt sæcula Solem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tunc radiis fulsere Arcti, secuitque profundas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Orion tenebras: molli et formosior igne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Luna per æquoreos radiavit pallida fluctus.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quâcunque aspicio, tremulus per cœrula crescit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ardor, et innumeros stupeo lucescere soles.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Talia miranti sacrâ formidine tota<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mens rapitur: videor stellantia visere templa<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span><span class="i0">Numinis, argenteamque domum, lucisque recessus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Solus ubi in vacuo regnat Pater orbis, et, igne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cinctus inexhausto, devolvit stamina fati,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Æquatoque regit varium discrimine mundum.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">At tu corporeis anima haud retinenda catenis,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Libera quæ letho perrumpis claustra sepulchri,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sublimi spectes etiam nunc lumine mundum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sideraque, et longo fulgentes limite soles:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hæc tua sunt: toto hôc quondam versaberis orbe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Devia, et in cunctis pandes regionibus alas.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Erroris fugient nebulæ; fatique licebit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Explorare vias, unumque per omnia Numen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Barbarus evictis referat Sesostris ab Indis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Signa; triumphanti se jactet in axe Philippus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Læteturque suum spectans Octavius orbem:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Te majora manent: nullis obnoxia curis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Regna petis, domitâque nitet victoria morte.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p> +<h2>III.</h2> + +<h3>DIVI PAULI CONVERSIO.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Humentes abiere umbræ, et jam lampada opaco<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Extulit Oceano Phœbus, noctemque fugavit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jamque, brevem excutiens somnum, rapit arma Saülus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ingrediturque iter; hunc denso circum undique ferro<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Agmina funduntur, strictisque hastilibus horret<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Omne solum, et tremulus telorum it ad æthera fulgor.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Corripuere viam celeres: jamque alta Damasci<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mænia cernuntur, raræque ex æquore turres.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lætatur spectans, immensaque pectore versat<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span><span class="i0">Funera, sanguineumque videt fluere undique rivum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Invisamque unâ gentem miscere ruinâ<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Posse putat: summâ veluti de rupe leæna<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sopitas prospectat oves, ubi plurima toto<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Incumbit nox campo, illunemque æthera condit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haud aliter furit, et flammantia lumina torquens<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Talia voce refert: "Magni regnator Olympi,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ultricem firma dextram, justoque furori<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Annue, et ipse novam spira in mea pectora flammam.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Robora da gladiis insueta, adde ignibus iras,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sic ego templa tua et sacros spernentia ritus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pectora confundam; fausto sic numine lætus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Relliquias vincam sceleris: vastam ipse ruinam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aspicies, pater, et stellanti summus ab arce<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Accipies gemitus morientûm, et fulmine justum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confirmabis opus: lætabitur æthere toto<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sancta cohors, magnique ibunt longo ordine patres<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Visuri exitium, et pravorum fata nepotum!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span><span class="i2">Dixerat; interea medium Sol attigit orbem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et totum jubar explicuit: quum creber ad auras<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Auditur fragor, et volucres per inania cœli<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hinc atque hinc fugiunt nubes: dant flumina murmur<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Insolitum, vastæque tremunt sine flamine sylvæ.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Obstupuere omnes: subito quum lumine nimbus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Signat iter cœlo, et radiis totum æthera complet:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Collesque fluviique micant, pulsisque tenebris<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lætantur sylvæ: veluti quum Luna coruscam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Extendit per aperta facem. Sacer erubuit Sol,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Agnovitque Deum, densisque recessit in umbris.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attoniti siluere viri, manibusque remissis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sponte cadunt tela: insolito ferus ipse timore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Diriguit ductor, stravitque in pulvere corpus.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quum subitò nova vox, mille haud superanda procellis,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Excidit, et juveni trepidantia pectora complet:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Quo gressus, vesane rapis? quæve effera menti<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span><span class="i0">Impulit infandum dementia inire laborem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et gentes vexare piàs? Huc flecte superbos,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huc oculos; ego sum, quem vanâ fraude lacessis,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tartarei domitor regni, prolesque Tonantis.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flecte viam ventis, motâ quate littora dextrâ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Siste maris cursum, aut medio rape sidera cœlo;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non tamen hoc facies; neque enim gens concidet unquam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nostra, nec humani patietur damna tumultûs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cæde Deo tandem, et cæptos compesce furores."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Tum vero ingenti pressus formidine mentem<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Intremuit juvenis, rupitque has pectore voces:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Cedo equidem, victusque abeo: tu, maxime rerum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Suffice consilia, atque errantes dirige gressus.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Immanes fugere animi, et quà ducis eundum est.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sit modo fas te, Christe, sequi!" Nec plura locuto<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Intonuere poli, et mediam inter fulgura vocem<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span><span class="i0">Audiit: "Infaustos animis depone timores,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vicinamque urbem et celsæ pete tecta Damasci.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ipse adero, rerumque oculis arcana recludam.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eia age, carpe viam, et permissis utere fatis."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Hoc Deus, et sese nubis caligine septum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Claudit inaccessâ; tellus tremit, et sonat æther,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Terque per attonitos vibrantur fulmina campos.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jamque novæ exierant flammæ, et Sol redditus orbi:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Assistunt Domino turmæ, gelidamq. resurgens<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Linquit humum Saulus: sed non redit ossibus ardor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non oculis lumen; subitis exterrita monstris<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haud aliter juveni stupuerunt pectora, quàm cùm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fulmina si flammis straverunt forte bisulcis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Coniferam pinum, aut surgentem in sidera quercum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Agricola exsurgit conterritus, et pede lustrat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exustum nemus, et pallentes sulphure campos.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span><span class="i0">Explorat latè noctem, cæcosq. volutat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hinc atq. hinc oculos, et ab omni nube Tonantes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expectat vocem. Intereà regione viarum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Progreditur notâ, et Syriam defertur ad urbem:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non, oriens qualem nuper Sol viderat, acri<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non animo stragem intentans, non ense coruscus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fulmineo: supplex, oculosque ad sidera tendens,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Demissâ sine fine trahit suspiria mente,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Immiscetq. preces. Tres illic septus opacâ<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nube dies peragit, tolidem sine sidere noctes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Intereà nova paulatim sub pectore flamma<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nascitur, æthereoq. viget nutrita calore:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Erroris fugiunt nebulæ; sacer ingruit ardor<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cœlestisque fides; dant corda immitia pacem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mutanturq. animi: placido ceu murmure labens<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Æternos ducit per saxa rigentia cursus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fons sacer, et fluvio tacitè mollescit opaco.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Quin etiam, ut perhibent, animam sine corpore raptam<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span><span class="i0">Flammifero alati curru avexere ministri,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ad superasq. domos, et magni tecta Parentis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fulmineæ rapuere rotæ: medio æthere vectus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Miratur sonitum circumvolventis Olympi,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sideraq., et rutilo flagrantes igne Cometas;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inde cavi superans flammantià mænia mundi,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Elysias spectat sedes, et casta piorum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Regna, ubi cæruleâ vestitus luce superbit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Latè æther, aliis ubi fulgent ignibus astra,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Atq. alii volvunt lætantia sæcula Soles:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et puro cernit volitantes aëre Manes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quos rutilâ cingit jubar immortale coronâ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oblitas terrarum animas, venerabile vulgus.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Tertia jamq. diem expulerat nox humida cælo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et medios tenuit per vasta silentia cursus:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cæsarie subito et vittâ venerabilis albâ<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Visus adesse senex, talesq. effundere voces:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Surge, age, nate: tibi nam vitæ certa patescit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Semita, teque Deus cœlo miseratus ab alto est.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span><span class="i0">Ipse ego, quæ tristes hebetant caligine visus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eripiam nubes, exoptatumq. revisent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Solem oculi." Divinâ hæc talia voce loquentem<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Involvere umbræ, tenuisq. refugit imago,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Excutiturq. sopor. Nova dum portenta renarrat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Auditasq. refert voces; fugit æquora currus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Solis, et ignotus tacitum subit advena limen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Compellatq. viros: eadem altâ in fronte sedebat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Majestas, îsdemq. albebant crinibus ora.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Agnovit vocem juvenis; nam cætera nigræ<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eripuere oculis tenebræ. Tum talibus Annas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aggreditur senior: "Patriæ te, Saule, petitum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Linquo tuta domûs, ac mille pericula ferri<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Invado, sævumque adeo imperterritus hostem.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nam, qui te medio errantem de tramite vertit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imperat ipse Deus, perq. alta silentia noctis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ingeminat mandata monens. Nunc accipe lucem<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amissam, munusq. Dei. Nec plura locutus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pallentes oculos dextrâ premit: atra fugit nox<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cœlestes tactus, aciemq. effusa per omnem<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span><span class="i0">Irruit alma dies: primi nova lumina Solis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haurit inexpletùm, et fugientia sidera lustrat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sed major puro accendit divina calore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lux animos, atq. exsultantia pectora complet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ante oculos nova se rerum fert undique imago:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deletas veterum leges, renovataque cernit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jura homini, et pactum divino sanguine fœdus;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Edomitam mortem, raptique arcana sepulchri,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perpetuamq. diem, atq. æterni vulnera leti.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Explorat tacitus sese, et vix cernere credit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quæ mens alta videt; tantâ formidine vasta<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exterret rerum species, mixtoq. voluptas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ingruit alta metu: velut insuetum mare pastor<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Observans oculis, vastiq. silentia ponti,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Horret, et ignoto perculsus corda timore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hinc atq. hinc oculos jacit, æternùmq. volutos<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Miratur fluctus, tantarum et murmur aquarum.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Exsurgit tandem, rumpitq. silentia voce:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Æterni salvete ignes! salve aurea nostris<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span><span class="i0">Reddita lux oculis! Tuq. O, qui primus inane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rupisti, et variâ jussisti effervere flammâ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Adsis nunc, pater, et placidus tua numina firmes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Da mihi vitai casus, sævosq. labores<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perferre, et cunctis tua nomina pandere terris,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Magne parens! et quum gelidis inamabilis alis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Summa dies aderit, tardæ prænuntia mortis,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cunctanti adspires animo, justosq. timores<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imminuas, ducasq. animam in tua regna trementem!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Vix ea fatus erat; per nubes ales apertas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Devolat ætherio demissus ab axe satelles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alloquiturq. virum, placidoq. hæc incipit ore:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Macte novâ, Isacide, virtute; opus excipe magnum;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Afflatuq. Dei et præsenti; numine fortis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perge, viamq. rape invictam per littora mundi.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Non tumidum mare, non sævi violentia belli,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span><span class="i0">Nec populi rabies, circùmq. volantia tela,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Immotos quatient animos; sacrum omnia vincet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Auxilium, et præsens favor omnipotentis Olympi.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Graia tibi excussâ cedet Sapientia cristâ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ore tuo devicta; trement regna excita latè<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cecropis, et vario splendentia numine templa.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Te mæsti æterno reboantia murmure ponti<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Agnoscent Melitæ saxa, et quæ pulcher Orontes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arva secat, fluvioq. vigens Tiberinus amæno,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et vix Ausonium passura Britannia regnum.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Audiet Ionii littus maris, atq. ubi fluctus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ægæi sonat, atq. ubi turbidus Hellespontus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sævit, et angustâ populos interstrepit undâ.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O nimium dilecte Deo, cui concidit ingens<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oceani fragor, et rabidæ silet ira procellæ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pacatusq. cadit, infecto vulnere, serpens.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perge, atq. immensum laudes diffunde per orbem.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Per freta, per flammas, per mille pericula, vade<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span><span class="i0">Impavidus; miseros refice, atq. petentibus almam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Da requiem populis; animam pater ipse, laborum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Defunctam, Christumq. pari jam morte secutam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Excipiet, cæloq. novum decus inseret alto.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p> +<h2>IV.</h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="center">Cœlestis Sapientia. <span class="smcap">Hor.</span></p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Qualem in profundi gurgitibus maris<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Undæque, ventique, et scopuli graves<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nautam lacessunt, et trisulca<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Quæ volitat per inane flamma,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quum nulla amicis dat pharon ignibus<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fortuna; dum Nox signa per horridas<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Diffundat auras, et benignâ<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Luna face imminuat tenebras:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sic prima cæcam gens hominum tulit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ignara vitam: regna nec Elysî<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Novere nec valles opacas<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tartareæ timuere sedis;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span><span class="i0">Non spes futuri, non reverentia<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cœlestis aulæ; culpa piaculis<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Vacavit, Eleique luci<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Fatidicæ siluere frondes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Donec reclusâ cælicolûm domo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jussu parentis, dicitur huc cohors<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Venisse Musarum, capillos<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Castaliâ redimita lauro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sacramque qui Delum et Pataram regit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cyrrhæque turres: increpuit lyram<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thalia, divinoque canta<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tristia personuere regna;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quo bruta tellus, quo volucres vagæ, et<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dura improbarum pectora tigridum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Regesque, bellanterque turmæ<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Insolitâ tacuere curâ.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Informe primùm vox cecinit Chaos,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Terrasque natas, Iäpeti et genus<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Infame, Phlegræamque pugnam,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Et triplici data jura mundo:<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span><span class="i0">Panduntur arcana, et Superûm domus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Virtusque, legesque, et ratio boni,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oræque Cocyti dolentis,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Et placidæ loca amœna Leuces.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, quæ coruscam concutis ægida,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Frangens tyrannorum arma minacium,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Regina Pallas, dona nobis<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Cælicolûm inviolata serva,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quam misit æterni arbiter ætheris<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Terras in omnes, ut Sapientiæ<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Accensa duraret per ævum<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Stella, nec in tenebras abiret!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Te novit Argos, cultaque divitis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sedes Corinthi; Cecropias modò<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Turres et Ilissi colebas<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Pascua, floriferosque saltus;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nunc Martialis mænia Romuli,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Et regna Tuscis subdita montibus;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nunc arva terrarum remota, et<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Æquorei scopulos Britanni.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span><span class="i0">Tu, Diva, rerum detegis ordinem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaudesque primis nubila gentibus<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Obducta, nulli pervia astro,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Et Stygiâ graviora nocte<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rupisse. Frustrà dissociabile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Objecit atrox Oceani fretum<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Neptunus, insanique rauco<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Turbine confremuere fluctus:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vicit furentes, te duce, navita<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ventosque, et undas, clanstraque saxea<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Perrupit, extremumque mundi<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Impavidus penetravit axem.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>NOTES ON <i>GUSTAVUS VASA</i>.</h2> + + +<p>I have prefixed to this fragment the title of Epic Poem, though epic +poems are growing out of fashion; because, in the structure, plan, and +metre, the heroic model is followed. My authorities for facts, dates, +and characters, are Vertot and Puffendorff. The latter I have only read +in an English translation, dated 1702: the former I quote from a small +Amsterdam edition, printed for Stephen Roger, in 2 vols. 1722.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>BOOK THE FIRST.</h2> + + +<p class="center">Line 3.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— her papal rites efface.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Gustavus, by his prudent and vigorous measures, effectually abolished +Popery in Sweden, and established the disciples and doctrine of Luther.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">9, 10.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And at whose feet, when Heaven his toils repaid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His brightest wreaths the grateful Hero laid.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Many have attributed the efforts which Gustavus made use of to deliver +his country, to ambition, and a desire of reigning. Yet, since his +elevation produced much good to Sweden, and no evil, it is surely +allowable, if not just, to attribute them to a purer motive: at any +rate, a poet is at liberty to set his hero's character in the fairest +light he can, consistently with history.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">14.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By Treachery's axe her slaughter'd senate bled.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Alluding to the celebrated massacre of Stockholm. For an account of it, +see notes on the Third Book.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">15.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And her brave chief was numbered with the dead.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Steen Sture, Poeticè Stenon, was the son of Suante Sture, administrator +of Sweden, who reduced John the Second of Denmark to conclude a treaty +with him, and who is greatly extolled by historians for the +extraordinary spirit, skill, and moderation, with which he governed a +turbulent kingdom for many years. Sture, though a young man, was +admitted his successor, being duly elected on the 21st of July, 1513, +after a violent struggle with his competitor, Eric Trolle, the senator, +which laid the foundation of the enmity between him and Gustavus Trolle, +the famous Primate of Sweden. On that prelate's arrival from Rome, +however, he welcomed him to his see, and behaved to him in the most +courteous manner. This behaviour was repaid by Trolle with almost open +hostility; but the young administrator had spirit enough to resist his +encroachments. Arcemboldi, the Pope's Legate, and merchant of +indulgences, when passing through Sweden, in execution of his gainful +office, was well received by Sture, who encouraged him in his exactions, +from a political motive, and even exempted him from the duty which +former venders of indulgences had been accustomed to pay to the Kings +and Governors of Sweden. In the war commenced by Christiern the Second +against Sweden, he signalized his courage and military talents on many +occasions, and was killed in an engagement with Otho Crumpein's army, +near Bogesund in East Gothland.</p> + +<p>Inferior to his father as an Administrator, he appears to have equalled +him only in courage and the art of war. He was one of those men who are +born to adorn, though not defend, a declining state: and, in the words +of the French writer, was "fitter to command a party, than govern an +empire." His death happened in the beginning of 1519.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">18.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— ruthless Christiern ——<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Christiern the Second was perhaps the worst king that ever disgraced the +Danish throne. It is difficult to find any thing estimable or admirable +in his character; he had neither the moderation of a Pisistratus, the +talents of a Cæsar, nor the political prudence of an Augustus. He +succeeded his father John in 1512, and declared war against Sweden, in +which he was assisted by Trolle. Having made a descent on the coast, he +was repulsed by Steen Sture, and reduced to extremities. Wishing to +treat with Sture, he demanded hostages for his safety; some of the +principal nobles were sent to him in that quality, and among them +Gustavus Vasa. With these he immediately sailed away, and on his return, +confined them in the castle of Copenhagen, excepting Gustavus, who was +committed to the custody of Eric Banner. He made a second attack upon +Sweden, and, after the death of Steen Sture, was crowned King of Sweden. +Under false pretences, he put to death the whole Swedish senate, and +exercised innumerable barbarities on the townsmen and peasants. +(Puffendorff, passim.) Being afterwards expelled from Denmark by his +uncle Prince Frederick, and from Sweden by Gustavus Vasa, after many +fruitless attempts to regain possession of either kingdom, he was at +last seized by Frederick, August 2, 1532, and confined in the Castle of +Coldinger, where he died some years after.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">27.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas morn, when Christiern, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>This poem begins in January, 1521, immediately before the introduction +of Gustavus in the assembly of Mora.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">41.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— Upsal's haughty Prelate ——<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Gustavus Trolle, son of Eric the rival of Steen Sture, was sent when +young to Rome (where it is supposed he learned the art of political +finesse), and was there consecrated Archbishop of Upsal by Leo the +Tenth. On his return to Sweden, he treated with great haughtiness Steen +Sture, who came to congratulate him on his elevation. He joined in +Christiern's attempts on Sweden, and, being convicted of treason by the +assembled Swedish States, retired from his archiepiscopal throne to a +monastery. On the successes of Christiern, however, he quitted his +retirement, and, regardless of his oaths of abdication, resumed his +former office. His forcible deposition was one of the pretexts for the +massacre of Stockholm. He opposed Gustavus Vasa in his patriotic +endeavours, and once circumvented the hero with a troop of Danes, so +that he narrowly escaped with his life. Vasa, however, soon retorted the +same stratagem on his enemy; and he was at last obliged to retire into +Denmark, where he with difficulty escaped death from the resentment of +his master. A wound, received in an engagement with the troops of +Christiern the Third, terminated the existence of one of the most +restless caballers, and most accomplished statesmen, of his time.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">119.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Otho.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Otho Crumpein, one of the most celebrated generals of the North, was +employed by Christiern in his war with Steen Sture, and gained many +signal victories over the Danes; and afterwards, by his master's orders, +invested Stockholm. He was at length removed to Denmark by the tyrant, +who was jealous of his talents.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">191.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ernestus.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Ernestus and Harfagar are fictitious characters. Puffendorff, however, +reports that Steen Sture was killed by the treachery of one of his +confidential friends.—The hint of the vision, l. 281-311, is taken from +Lucan.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">335.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Brask's proud genius.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Brask, Bishop of Lincoping, was secretly a partisan of Christiern's, and +escaped the massacre of Stockholm by an artful contrivance. When the +order for Trolle's arrest was signed by the Senate and Bishops, at the +instigation of Steen Sture, he added his name to the rest, but secretly +slipped under the seal a note, declaring his dissent: of this he +informed Christiern, when under the edge of the axe. On Gustavus's +insurrection, he at first remained neutral: afterwards, being besieged +in his castle by Gustavus, he came over to him. But his invincible +obstinacy and factious disposition were a great obstacle to Gustavus in +the introduction of Lutheranism into his kingdom.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">336.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bernheim.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Bernheim is a fictitious character.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">337.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Theodore.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Theodore, Archbishop of Lunden, is thus characterized by Vertot:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"L'Archevêque de Lunden avoit beaucoup de part dans sa confiance. +C'étoit un homme de basse naissance, sans érudition, et même sans +habileté; mais savant dans l'art d'inventer de nouveaux plaisirs, +et qui en connoissoit également tous les sécrèts et les +assaisonnemens. Il étoit redevable de sa faveur et de son élevation +à Sigebritte (the well-known mistress of Christiern): elle l'avoit +d'abord introduit à la cour pour lui servir d'espion: il passa +ensuite tout d'un coup (here we must suspect some exaggeration), +par le crédit de cette femme, de la fonction de Barbier du Prince à +la dignité d'Archevêque, et il se maintint dans sa faveur en +presentant à Christierne des plaisirs qu'il savoit accommoder à son +goût." P. 108, 109, Amst. ed.</p></div> + +<p>Christiern, having first employed Theodore in an official commission, +appointed him Administrator of Sweden in his absence. On the news of the +Swedish rebellion, that prelate, fearful of losing the ample +opportunities he now possessed of indulging his voluptuousness and +rapacity, sent an immediate express to his master, who ordered him to +assemble his army, and attack the insurgents. In conformity to these +orders, he occupied an advantageous post on the banks of the river +Brunebec: Gustavus was on the opposite side, and he intended to dispute +the passage with him. But, through natural cowardice, or a sudden fit of +alarm, he quitted his station, like Hector; and flying for safety from +one fortress to another, was at last obliged, like Trolle, to take +refuge in Denmark.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">371.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The factious souls, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>While Christiern was exercising his cruelty towards the Swedes, the +Danish nobility, offended at his usurping absolute power, combined +against him under the auspices of Prince Frederic, and finally succeeded +in expelling him from Denmark. The rebellion began in Jutland.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">429.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Their strong and persevering bands explore, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Such is the character usually given of the inhabitants of Dælarne or +Dalecarlia.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>BOOK THE SECOND.</h2> + + +<p class="center">Line 300.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So to the town, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Klopstock, Book 3.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">425, &c.</p> + +<p>This passage may remind the reader of Burns's vest of Coila, in his +"Vision, Duan First." The resemblance was unintentional.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">475, 6.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Slanderers of Heaven, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The character here given of the Romish Bishops of Sweden at the time of +the grand revolution, is supported by the historical accounts of Trolle, +Brask, and others.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">479, 480.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— and protecting Peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' a long age, bid battle's trumpet cease.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Gustavus was disturbed during the first years of his reign, by the +restless machinations of Christiern and Trolle: but from 1532 to 1560, +when he died (Sept. 29), the kingdom enjoyed a profound peace. The same +may be said of the earlier part of his son Eric's reign.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">537.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The mighty seraph ceas'd ——<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>This speech, and the whole intervention of the Guardian Genius of +Sweden, is introduced in order to elevate the subject, by ascribing the +calamities of Sweden to a supernatural arm, and by giving, as it were, a +divine direction to the sword of Gustavus. Its more immediate use is to +bring about the main design of the poem, by persuading Gustavus to +relinquish his design of self-banishment, and renew his patriotic +efforts.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">544, 545.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Th' angelic Power his sacred arm applied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To push the vessel o'er the yielding tide—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Virg. Æn. 10.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">584.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Norbi.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Soren Norbi (Gallicè Severin), one of the most renowned adherents of +Christiern, was employed by him on many occasions, during the war with +Steen Sture. It was by his intercession that Christina, the widow of +that Governor, was saved from death. According to Vertot, he wished to +marry her, and, by the means of her influence and his master's +unpopularity, procure himself elected Administrator. He also concealed +many Swedish gentlemen from the rage of Christiern. He defeated the +generals of Gustavus in their first attempt upon Stockholm, and +afterwards routed one of that hero's armies in Finland. But his fleet +was at last burnt by the Lubeckers, under the command of Gustavus, and +he was compelled to retire to Gothland, where he purposed to erect an +independent kingdom of his own. This design being defeated, he continued +to harass Gustavus and the Lubeckers in various ways, 'till they at +length expelled him from Sweden. He now collected his remaining forces, +and retreated to Narva, where he was seized and imprisoned by the +Russians. After remaining some time in confinement, he was at length +released at the instance of Charles the Fifth of Germany, in whose +service he died, at the siege of Florence. According to Puffendorff, his +death happened in 1539.</p> +<p> </p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>BOOK THE THIRD.</h2> + + +<p class="center">Line 7.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— sulphurous showers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bursting on Calicut's perfidious towers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lusiad, Book 8.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">24.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My first bold task ——<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>See Preface.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">40.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Before him wide the dark-browed forests frown'd—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>According to Pinkerton, forests are frequent in Dalecarlia. This remark +seemed necessary, to obviate the objection against placing woods in a +mineral soil.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">92.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gustavus.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Gustaf Wase, or Gustavus Vasa, was the son of Eric Vasa, governor of +Halland, and was cousin-german to Steen Sture. Being the grand nephew of +King Canutson, he was descended from the ancient kings of Sweden. Before +his confinement by Christiern, he was one of the moving springs of the +state; he assisted Sture with his counsels, which were bold and +judicious, and gained a signal victory over the Danes. Christiern, +receiving him as a hostage, caused him to be arrested and carried him to +Denmark, where, by the request of Eric Banner, he was entrusted to the +care of that nobleman. From his custody, however, he soon escaped, and +traversed the various provinces of Sweden, in hopes of exciting at least +some of them to assert their independence. His efforts, however, +surprising and unwearied as they were, did not avail, 'till he arrived +in the remote province of Dalecarlia. His unexpected appearance there +among the peasants excited the whole province to revolt, and an army, +assembled in haste, stormed the Governor's castle, and destroyed the +greater part of the garrison. After this beginning, his successes +gradually increased, and Angermanland, Helsingland, Gestricia, and other +governments almost immediately came over to his party. He sustained a +war against the whole powers of Christiern for some years in a most +skilful and indefatigable manner, and succeeded at last in expelling +Christiern, Trolle, and Norbi, from the land of which he was now elected +monarch. A task, scarcely less difficult, remained—to extirpate the +Catholic religion from Sweden. This he effected, and established +Lutheranism on so firm a basis, that it has resisted all attempts to +shake it. After a long and really glorious reign, he was succeeded by +his son Eric the Fourteenth, in 1560. In him were combined all the +qualities necessary to constitute a hero; he was enterprising, vigilant, +proof against pleasures, brave, prudent, and generous. He erected Sweden +to a degree of power and respectability unknown before, and laid the +foundation for the victories of Gustavus Adolphus and Charles the +Twelfth. For the particular events of his life and reign, see Vertot, +Puffendorff, the Encyclopædia Britannica, and most modern histories.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">128.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How Haquin triumph'd, or how Birger fell—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Haquin and Birger were common names among the earlier kings of Sweden.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">135.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— the Mistress of the Northern Zone.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Margaret, who united the three northern kingdoms, and whose empire, like +Alexander's, did not long survive after the death of its founder.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">138.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— the thirteenth Eric.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The successor of Margaret. He is called the thirteenth by Vertot, though +according to other accounts he was but the tenth or eleventh.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">198.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas then, when, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The Massacre of Stockholm, as it is commonly called, happened on the 8th +of November, 1520. Of this almost unparalleled act of baseness and +cruelty, Vertot (p. 113, 114, 115, Amst. ed.) gives the following +account, from Zigler, who was an eye-witness, and many other authors of +credit. The pretext for this execution was the demolishing of Stecka, a +castle belonging to the traitor Trolle, which the Swedish States had +ordered to be rased, contrary to the bull of Leo the Tenth.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Le nouveau Roi fit ensuite inviter tout ces Seigneurs à une fête +magnifique qu'il fit dans le château, pour marquer la joie de son +avènement a la couronne. Le Sénat en corps, et ce qu'il y avoit de +Seigneurs de la première noblesse, à Stocolme, ne manquèrent pas de +s'y rendre: ce ne fut pendant les deux premiers jours que festins, +que jeux, que plaisirs; Christierne affectoit des manières pleines +de bonté et de familiarité; il sembloit qu'on eût enseveli dans la +bonne chère la haine et l'aversion que les deux parties avoient +fait paroître si long-tems l'une contre l'autre; tout le monde +s'abandonnoit tranquillement à la joie, lors que, le troisième +jour, les Suédois furent tirés de cet excès de securité, d'une +maniere bien funeste."</p></div> + +<p>He then proceeds to relate the proceedings of the Danish Monarch against +the Nobility, in the way of accusation, by means of his ministers the +Danish Bishops, and the Pope's Bull; and having described their pleas, +&c. thus continues:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Ce Prince sortit ensuite de l'Assemblée, comme s'il cut voulu +laisser la liberté aux commissaires de délibérer: mais en même tems +on vit entrer une troupe de soldats de ses gardes, qui arrêtoient +la veuve de l'Administrateur (Christina), les Senateurs, les +Evêques même, et tout ce qui se trouva de Seigneurs et de +Gentilshommes Suédois dans le château.</p> + +<p>"Les Evêques Danois, commissaires du Pape, commencèrent à instruire +leur procès comme à des héretiques, et comme s'ils eussent êté en +pays d'inquisition; mais la procedure étant trop longue pour des +gens qui étoient déjà condamnés, Christierne, dans la crainte qu'il +ne se fît quelque revolte en leur faveur, leur envoya des bourreaux +sans autre formalité, pour leur annoncer qu'il falloit mourir.</p> + +<p>"Le huitième de Novembre fut destiné pour leur supplice; on +entendit dès le matin des trompettes et des hérauts de la part du +Prince, qui défendoient à qui que ce fût de sortir de la ville, +sous peine de la vie: toute la garrison étoit sous les armes: il y +avoit des corps de garde aux portes, et dans toutes les places. Le +canon prêt à tirer étoit dans la grande place, la bouche tournée +contre les principals rues; tout le monde étoit dans une profonde +consternation; ou ne savoit à quoi aboutiroient ces mouvemens +extraordinaires, lorsque sur le midi ou vit ouvrir les portes du +château, et, au travers de deux files de soldats, des illustres +prisonniers, la plupart encore avec les marques de leur dignité, +conduits à la mort par des bourreaux.</p> + +<p>"Si-tôt qu'ils furent arrivés au lieu de leur supplice, un officier +Danois lût tout haut la bulle du pape, comme l'arrêt de leur +condemnation, et il ajouta que dans le châtiment des coupables, le +Roi ne faisoit rien que par l'ordonnance des commissaires +apostoliques, et que suivant le conseil de l'Archevèque d'Upsal. +Les Evêques condamnés, et les autres prisonniers, demandèrent avec +instance des confesseurs; mais Christierne leur refusa cette +consolation avec beaucoup d'inhumanité, soit que ce Prince trouvât +un rafinement de vengeance à étendre son ressentiment sur les +choses de l'autre vie, où qu'il ne voulût pas qu'on traitât en +Catholiques des gens qu'on venoit de condamner comme héretiques: il +sacrifia par la même politique ses amis et ses partisans, pour +n'être pas soupçonné d'avoir fait périr ses ennemis: toute l'ardeur +et tout le zêle que les Evêques de Stregnez et de Scara avoient +fait paroître pour ses interêts, ne purent les exempter de la mort, +la qualité de Sénateurs leur coûta la vie, et la signature qu'ils +avoient mise à la condamnation de l'Archevêque avec les autres +Sénateurs, fut la prétexte de leur supplice."</p></div> + +<p>(He mentions here the stratagem of Bishop Brask, related in a former +note.)</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"On exécuta ensuite" (i.e. after the execution of the Bishops) +"tous les Senateurs seculiers: on commença par Eric Vasa, père de +Gustave; les Consules et les Magistrats de Stocolme, et +quatre-vingt quatorze Senateurs, qui avoient été arrêtés dans le +Chateau, eurent la même destinée.</p> + +<p>"Le Roi n'apprit qu'avec un violent chagrin qu'on n'avoit pû faire +périr quelques Seigneurs qu'il avoit proscrits particulièrement, et +qu'on croyoit qu'ils étoient cachés dans la ville. La crainte +qu'ils n'échappassent, et l'espérance de décourrir la rétraite de +Gustave, qu'il soupçonnoit d'être caché dans Stocolme, lui fit +confondre les innocens avec les coupables. Il abandonna la ville à +la fureur de ses troupes: les soldats se jettèrent d'abord sur le +peuple qui étoit accoura à ce triste spectacle: ils frappoient et +ils tuoient indifferemment tous ceux qui étoient assez malheureux +pour se rencoutrer à leur chemin: ils passèrent ensuite dans les +meilleurs maisons de la ville, sous prétexte de chercher Gustave et +les autres proscrits; ils poignardoient les bourgeois jusque dans +les bras de leur femmes; les maisons furent mises au pillage, et la +pudicité des femmes et des filles exposée à la brutalité des +soldats. Rien ne fut épargué que la laideur et la pauvreté: tout le +reste devint la proie du soldat furieux, qui, sous les ordres et à +l'exemple de son souverain, se faisoit un mérite de sa fureur et de +son emportement."</p></div> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">236.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And strive which first shall see the morn arise—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>All the transactions recorded in the Third Book are supposed to have +taken place on the evening and night preceding the annual festival of +Dalecarlia, a day so memorable in Swedish history.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">364.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And icy Meler blush'd with civil gore.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>A most bloody engagement took place in 1464, on the lake Meler, when +frozen over, between Bishop Catil and the partizans of the twice deposed +Canutson. The Bishop was victorious.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">371.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Suante.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>See the account of Steen Sture, in the note on line 15 of the First +Book.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">406.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His patriot spirit entered in my breast.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>My precedent for this is Lucan, who says of the soul of Pompey,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— in sancto pectore Bruti<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sedit, et invicti posuit se mente Catonis.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lib. ix. l. 17.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">433.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— we are still forgot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And harmless poverty is still our lot.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Gustavus appeared in a public assembly of the Sudermanian Peasants, and +exhorting them to revolt, was repulsed with the following answer: "We +want neither salt nor herrings under the reign of the King of Denmark, +and another King could not give us more: besides, if we take arms +against so great a Prince, we shall unavoidably perish." The Swedish +peasantry, however, soon felt that the cruelty and tyranny of Christiern +were something more than a mere report.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">460.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Imperial Charles, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Charles-Quint entroit dans les intèrêts du Roi de Danemarck avec +une chaleur que la seule alliance ne produit guère entre les +potentats. On prétend que ce prince, le plus ambitieux de son +siècle, n'avoit accordé la princesse sa sœur à Christierne, qu'à +condition qu'il le reconnoitroit pour son successeur aux couronnes +du Nord, en cas qu'il mourât sans enfans. Cette succession étoit +une pièce importante au dessein de la monarchiæ universelle: on +sait assez que ce fut l'idole et la vision de ce Prince." P. 110, +Amst. ed.</p></div> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">489.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ere Freedom light again her once extinguished ray.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>I beg leave to quote the animated lines of Lord Byron:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A thousand years scarce serve to form a state:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An hour may lay it in the dust: and when<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall man its shatter'd vigour renovate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recal its glories back, and vanquish Time and Fate?<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">539.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My spirit breath'd a purer prayer to thee—<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Alluding to his profession of Lutheranism, which he probably embraced +while in Steen Sture's army.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">564.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scarce had he finish'd ——<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The foregoing soliloquy is introduced for many reasons: first, to +illustrate the character of the hero: secondly, to shew the +difficulties which opposed, and were still destined to oppose, his +memorable enterprize: thirdly, to account for his determination (Book +ii. l. 509.) to leave his country: and, fourthly, to give the reader +some idea of the prior calamities of Sweden, which are to be developed +in a future book. These, and other motives, induced me to insert this +soliloquy, which may appear rather long, but the prolixity of which the +good-natured reader will excuse.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">567.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rush'd instantaneous ——<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>For the use of this word, I have many authorities in cattie:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Flowers instantaneous spring—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With instantaneous gleam, illumed the vault of night—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An instantaneous change of thought—&c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2> +PLAN<br /> +FOR THE<br /> +<i>SEVEN NEXT BOOKS</i><br /> +OF<br /> +GUSTAVUS VASA. +</h2> + + +<h4>BOOK THE FOURTH.</h4> + +<p>The Supreme Being commands the Genius of Sweden to lull the Danish +garrison of Dalecarlia into false security, to invigorate the drooping +spirits of the Dalecarlians, and to assist and increase the army of +Prince Frederic of Denmark by means of various rumours, &c.—The Genius +dispatches a fiend to execute the first commission, while he hastens to +perform the second.—Transition to Gustavus.—He finds his sword, but +misses Ernestus, by means of a storm which the whirlwind had +excited.—His reflections.—Taking shelter under the roof of a cottage; +he there overhears a party of young men, with Adolphus at their head, +exclaiming against the dilatory measures of the seniors, and resolving +on more vigorous plans.—He joins them, without disclosing himself, and +bids them report to the council, that a stranger will appear in the +public assembly of Dalecarlia, the following day, and notify things +which may influence their counsels.—He retires: Adolphus follows him +unseen.—The youths, returning to the assembly, find their elders +watching the event of an augury, mentioned in the Third Book.—Its +process described—the result.—The young men announce their +message.—Reflections of the Dalecarlians on it.—Gustavus meets +Ernestus, and prepares to attack him, but is prevented by a miraculous +sign.—The Genius of Sweden, after having revived the spirits of the +Dalecarlians, passes to Denmark, where he influences the Danes to join +the standards of Prince Frederic of Oldenburg.—Description of that +Prince's court, and of the state of Denmark.—The Genius returns through +Sweden.—Account of what was passing there.</p> + + +<h4>BOOK THE FIFTH.</h4> + +<p>The Genius arrives at Mora.—Gustavus is convinced of the truth.—His +reflections on the occasion.—He concludes a friendship with +Ernestus.—He meets Adolphus, whom he recognizes as one of his former +soldiers, and whom he dispatches to the Danish fortress, to observe the +motions of the enemy.—They return to the house of the Priest of Mora, +under whose protection Gustavus then remained, and relate the recent +events.—The Curate's reply.—They retire to rest.</p> + +<p>The Dalecarlian convention described.—Their proceedings prior to the +arrival of Gustavus among them.—He announces himself in the +morning.—Their joy.—The augury miraculously fulfilled.—Gustavus takes +measures to prevent the treacherous designs of some of the Dalecarlian +tribes.—He is saluted king and general by the whole assembly.—They +request him to relate his adventures.</p> + + +<h4>BOOK THE SIXTH.</h4> + +<p>Gustavus recounts the causes of the war, and its progress, prior to the +capitulation of Stockholm; which will afford much room for detail. This +narration is necessary, to acquaint the reader with what happened before +the commencement of the action, and is therefore similar in design to +the second and third Æneid, and the four narrative books of the Odyssey. +Christiern, Steen Sture, Archbishop Trolle, Otho, Norbi, and other +distinguished characters, will make a figure in this relation. The hero +describes the massacre of Stockholm, from the account of an eye-witness +of that catastrophe.—He enlarges on the death of his father Eric. Some +reflections on this event may be introduced, in imitation of +Lucan.—Fate of Gustavus's wife and sister; whose death, and the +intercession made by Christiern with Gustavus for their preservation, +will afterwards form one of the principal episodes.—He then relates +part of his numerous adventures in the different provinces of Sweden.</p> + + +<h4>BOOK THE SEVENTH.</h4> + +<p>He continues his recital, and concludes with his arrival in Dalecarlia, +and adventures there. He then exhorts them to assist in his patriotic +design. (See his speech in Vertot.) The Dalecarlians applaud his +harangue, which is also attended by favourable omens. A body-guard of +400 men is appointed him; Adolphus is chosen captain, having now +returned, and disclosed the supineness and neglect of the Danish +garrison. Gustavus declares his intentions of storming the castle; +arranges the troops, and bids all be ready by midnight. They retire.</p> + + +<h4>BOOK THE EIGHTH.</h4> + +<p>The proceedings of Christiern, Trolle, and Norbi, from the conclusion of +Book 4, severally described.—Gustavus secretly dismisses the unfaithful +tribes.—The Genius of Sweden appears to him in a dream; foretels his +future exaltation, and the disgraceful end of Christiern and his party. +He then shews him the reward of patriots in heaven.—Ancient Swedish +kings and heroes.</p> + + +<h4>BOOK THE NINTH.</h4> + +<p>He now shews him, "in a sort of Pisgah-sight," as Pope expresses it, but +on a new plan, the future history of Sweden: its wars, arts, manners, +&c.—Gustavus Adolphus.—Christina.—Charles the Twelfth.—Puffendorff, +Oxenstiern, Linnæus, &c.—Part of the Danish history may be mentioned, +as connected with that of Sweden.—Gustavas the Fourth.—Siege of +Copenhagen by the English.—Bernadotte.—The Genius concludes with an +exhortation, and directions for prosecuting the war.—Gustavus's +prayer.—The army described.—Their leaders.</p> + + +<h4>BOOK THE TENTH.</h4> + +<p>Parting of the Dalecarlians with their kindred: briefly delineated, like +the scene in the 5th Lusiad. Some episode may naturally be here +introduced.—The Genius blows his angelic trumpet, as a prelude to the +war: its effects.—The army of Gustavus, increased on its way by new +multitudes, reaches the castle at midnight.—Negligence of the +guard.—Gustavus, Ernestus, and Adolphus, signalize themselves. Valour +of the Governor.—The fort is stormed.—General slaughter of the Danes +by the incensed Dalecarlians.—Clemency of Gustavus to the Governor, +and all he could save from the fury of his soldiers.—The tribes who had +adhered to Christiern, send intelligence to Stockholm of the +revolt.—Trolle, in the absence of Christiern, calls a council.</p> + +<p>The action, from the council in Book 1, to the taking of the castle, in +Book 10, occupies four days.</p> + +<p>The remaining books, ten or fourteen in number, will be occupied with a +detail of the long and various war waged by Gustavus against Christiern, +and the poem will conclude with his coronation. Many events afford great +scope for poetry; such as the hero's constancy under his defeat by +Trolle, his subsequent victory over that prelate, the adventures of +Steen Sture's widow, the death of Gustavus's mother and sister, the +burning of Norbi's fleet, the coronation of Gustavus, &c.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>NOTES ON THE <i>OTHER POEMS</i>.</h2> + + +<p>1. Where, in the midst of vast infinitude, &c.</p> + +<p>This is the conclusion of the 9th hook of the Messiah, where Obaddon, or +Sevenfold Revenge, one of the angels of death, carries the Soul of Judas +Iscariot to hell.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— Where, in the midst, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Orig. "Where God has set bounds to infinitude:" an expression authorized +by Milton: "stood vast Infinitude confined."</p> +<p> </p> + +<p>2. From Ida's peak high Jove beheld, &c.</p> + +<p>An intelligent person suggested to the author, that to compose a new +version of Homer, in the style and measure of Scott's Marmion, would be +a feasible idea. He observed, that Scott's style, and his circumstantial +descriptions, bore much resemblance to those of Homer and that the +rapid flow of Scott's verse was happily accommodated to the swift +succession of events, and fiery impetuosity of the Iliad; corresponding +with the dactylic hexameter of the old poet. These hints induced the +author to attempt the above translation.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p>3. Through these fair scenes, &c.</p> + +<p>This description has been preferred to that of the fountain of Narcissus +in Ovid. Crucius, Lives of the Roman Poets.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p>4. Quid nos Immeritâ, &c.</p> + +<p>An ironical defence of piracy.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p>5. D. Pauli Conversio, 94. Quin etiam, ut perbibent, &c.</p> + +<p>Alluding to his transportation into the third heaven.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— 142. Æterni vulnera leti.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The scripture phrase "eternal death."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— 178. Britannia.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>He is said by some to have passed into Britain.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—— 184. Pacatusque.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Alluding to the miracle on the coast of Melita.</p> + + +<h4>THE END.</h4> + +<h5>J.G. BARNARD, SKINNER-STREET, LONDON.</h5> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Gustavus Vasa, by W. S. 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