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diff --git a/38475-h/38475-h.htm b/38475-h/38475-h.htm index dc49db2..68c8f2a 100644 --- a/38475-h/38475-h.htm +++ b/38475-h/38475-h.htm @@ -1,13 +1,13 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<!DOCTYPE html> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<html lang="en"> <head> - <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8" /> + <meta charset="utf-8"> + <title> The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Poems of Philip Freneau (Volume I). </title> - <style type="text/css"> + <style> p { margin-top: .75em; text-align: justify; @@ -99,59 +99,95 @@ .poem span.i26 {display: block; margin-left: 26em; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;} .poem span.i8 {display: block; margin-left: 8em; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;} +.h1, .h2, .h3, .h4, .h5,.h6 { + text-align: center; + display: block; + margin-left: 0; + margin-right: 0; + font-weight: bold; +} +.h1 { + font-size: 2em; + margin-top: 0.67em; + margin-bottom: 0.67em; +} +.h2 { + font-size: 1.5em; + margin-top: 0.83em; + margin-bottom: 0.83em; +} +.h3 { + font-size: 1.17em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em; +} +.h4 { + font-size: 1em; + margin-top: 1.33em; + margin-bottom: 1.33em; +} +.h5 { + font-size: .83em; + margin-top: 1.67em; + margin-bottom: 1.67em; +} +.h6 { + font-size: .67em; + margin-top: 2.33em; + margin-bottom: 2.33em; +} + .smaller {font-size: smaller;} </style> </head> <body> <div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 38475 ***</div> -<h2>POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h2> - -<h2><span class="smcap">Volume I</span></h2> +<div class="h2">POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU</div> +<div class="h2"><span class="smcap">Volume I</span></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h2>THE</h2> -<h1>POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h1> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h1><span class="smaller">THE</span><br>POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h1> -<h3>POET OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION</h3> +<div class="h3">POET OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION</div> -<h4><small>EDITED FOR</small><br /> -<span class="smcap">The Princeton Historical Association</span></h4> +<div class="h4"><small>EDITED FOR</small><br> +<span class="smcap">The Princeton Historical Association</span></div> -<h4><small>BY</small><br /> -<big>FRED LEWIS PATTEE</big><br /> +<div class="h4"><small>BY</small><br> -<small>OF THE PENNSYLVANIA STATE COLLEGE, AUTHOR OF "A HISTORY OF AMERICAN LITERATURE"<br /> -"THE FOUNDATIONS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE" ETC.</small></h4> +<span style="font-size: larger">FRED LEWIS PATTEE</span><br> +<small>OF THE PENNSYLVANIA STATE COLLEGE, AUTHOR OF "A HISTORY OF AMERICAN LITERATURE"<br> +"THE FOUNDATIONS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE" ETC.</small></div> -<h3><span class="smcap">Volume I</span></h3> +<div class="h3"><span class="smcap">Volume I</span></div> -<h4><span class="smcap">Princeton N. J.</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">The University Library</span><br /> -1902</h4> +<div class="h4"><span class="smcap">Princeton N. J.</span><br> +<span class="smcap">The University Library</span><br> +1902</div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p class="center">Copyright 1902 by<br /> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p class="center">Copyright 1902 by<br> The Princeton University Library</p> -<p class="center"><i>C. S. Robinson & Co. University Press<br /> +<p class="center"><i>C. S. Robinson & Co. University Press<br> Princeton N. J.</i></p> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> +<h2><a id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> <p>The present edition of the poetical works of Philip @@ -185,7 +221,7 @@ all admirers of Washington echoed his epithet, "that rascal Freneau." Thus it has become the tradition to belittle his work, to vilify his character, and to sum up his whole career, as a prominent New Englander has -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span>recently done, by alluding to him as a "creature of the +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span>recently done, by alluding to him as a "creature of the opposition."</p> <p>Unprejudiced criticism, however, has always exalted @@ -223,7 +259,7 @@ task has been no slight one. It has necessitated a search through the files of a large proportion of the early newspapers and periodicals and a minute investigation of every other source of possible information.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> <p>Much material has been rescued that, as far as the public was concerned, had practically become extinct. I have introduced the unique fragment of an unpublished @@ -260,7 +296,7 @@ the Revolution, I have given variorum readings.</p> value, I have introduced very few poems not included in Freneau's collected editions of 1786, 1788, 1795, 1809 and 1815. Previous to 1795 the poet reprinted -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span>with miserly care almost all the verses which he had +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span>with miserly care almost all the verses which he had contributed to the press. In his later years he was more prodigal of his creations. I have, however, reprinted from newspapers very few poems not found @@ -300,75 +336,75 @@ depends.</p> <p><small><span class="smcap">State College</span>, Pa., Sept. 19, 1902.</small></p> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> <h2>CONTENTS</h2> <div class='center'> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><b>VOLUME I</b></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PREFACE"><span class="smcap">Preface</span></a></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_v">v</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><a href="#LIFE_OF_PHILIP_FRENEAU"><span class="smcap">Life of Philip Freneau</span></a></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_xiii">xiii</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><a href="#PART_I"><b>PART I</b></a><br /> -<i>Early Poems.</i> <i>1768-1775</i></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">History of the Prophet Jonah</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Adventures of Simon Swaugum</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Pyramids of Egypt</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Monument of Phaon</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Power of Fancy</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Prayer of Orpheus</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Deserted Farm-House</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Citizen's Resolve</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Dying Elm</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Columbus to Ferdinand</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Rising Glory of America</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On Retirement</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Discovery</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Pictures of Columbus</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Expedition of Timothy Taurus, Astrologer</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><a href="#PART_II"><b>PART II</b></a><br /> -<i>The First Poetic Period.</i> <i>1775-1781</i></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Political Litany</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">American Liberty, a Poem</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">General Gage's Soliloquy</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Midnight Consultations, or, A Trip to Boston</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Silent Academy</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Lines to a Coasting Captain</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">To the Americans</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Vernal Ague</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">General Gage's Confession</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Distrest Shepherdess</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mars and Hymen</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">MacSwiggen, A Satire</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The House of Night</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Jamaica Funeral</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Beauties of Santa Cruz</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_249">249</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On a Hessian Debarkation, 1776</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Jewish Lamentation at Euphrates</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">America Independent</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On Amanda's Singing Bird</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On the New American Frigate Alliance</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">On the Death of Captain Nicholas Biddle</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Captain Jones's Invitation</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Sea Voyage</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_293">293</a></td></tr> +<table style="border: none; padding: 4px; border-spacing: 0px;"> +<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><b>VOLUME I</b></td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"></td><td style="text-align: right;"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><a href="#PREFACE"><span class="smcap">Preface</span></a></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_v">v</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><a href="#LIFE_OF_PHILIP_FRENEAU"><span class="smcap">Life of Philip Freneau</span></a></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_xiii">xiii</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="#PART_I"><b>PART I</b></a><br> +<i>Early Poems.</i> <i>1768-1775</i></td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">History of the Prophet Jonah</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Adventures of Simon Swaugum</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Pyramids of Egypt</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Monument of Phaon</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Power of Fancy</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Prayer of Orpheus</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Deserted Farm-House</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Citizen's Resolve</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Dying Elm</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Columbus to Ferdinand</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Rising Glory of America</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">On Retirement</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Discovery</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Pictures of Columbus</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Expedition of Timothy Taurus, Astrologer</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span></td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="#PART_II"><b>PART II</b></a><br> +<i>The First Poetic Period.</i> <i>1775-1781</i></td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">A Political Litany</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">American Liberty, a Poem</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">General Gage's Soliloquy</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Midnight Consultations, or, A Trip to Boston</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Silent Academy</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Lines to a Coasting Captain</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">To the Americans</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Vernal Ague</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">General Gage's Confession</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Distrest Shepherdess</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Mars and Hymen</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">MacSwiggen, A Satire</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The House of Night</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Jamaica Funeral</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Beauties of Santa Cruz</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_249">249</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">On a Hessian Debarkation, 1776</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Jewish Lamentation at Euphrates</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">America Independent</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">On Amanda's Singing Bird</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">On the New American Frigate Alliance</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">On the Death of Captain Nicholas Biddle</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">Captain Jones's Invitation</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"><span class="smcap">The Sea Voyage</span></td><td style="text-align: right;"><a href="#Page_293">293</a></td></tr> </table></div> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span></p> -<h1>LIFE OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h1> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span></p> +<div class="h1">LIFE OF PHILIP FRENEAU</div> -<h2>1752-1832</h2> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span></p> +<div class="h2">1752-1832</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="LIFE_OF_PHILIP_FRENEAU" id="LIFE_OF_PHILIP_FRENEAU"></a>LIFE OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h2> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span></p> +<h2><a id="LIFE_OF_PHILIP_FRENEAU"></a>LIFE OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h2> <h3>I.</h3> @@ -398,14 +434,14 @@ became at once a leader in the little Huguenot Colony whose center was the quaint old church "du St. Esprit" on Pine street. He was soon in the midst of a thriving shipping business, dealing largely in imported wines, -and in 1710, three years after his arrival, he was able<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> +and in 1710, three years after his arrival, he was able<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> to furnish a beautiful home on Pearl street, near Hanover Square, for his young bride, Mary Morin, a daughter of Pierre Morin, of the French Congregation. Of the comfort and hospitality of this home there are many contemporary references. John Fontaine, the French traveller, was entertained here in 1716 and he speaks -highly of his host and his entertainment.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> +highly of his host and his entertainment.<a id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> <p>In 1721 Mrs. Fresneau died at the early age of twenty-seven, leaving behind a family of five children, @@ -433,7 +469,7 @@ S. C., need be mentioned.</p> <p>The home of the Freneau's was one of comfort and even refinement. There was a large and well selected -library, the pride of its owner. "There," he would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span> +library, the pride of its owner. "There," he would<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span> say to his visitors, pointing to his books, "use them freely, for among them you will find your truest friends." He delighted in men of refinement, and his @@ -467,7 +503,7 @@ and on Nov. 7, 1768, he entered the sophomore class at Princeton so well prepared that President Witherspoon is said to have sent a letter of congratulation to his mother.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span></p> <h3>II.</h3> @@ -504,13 +540,13 @@ dressed in American manufactures.</p> <p>Another circumstance made the period a notable one. On June 24, 1769, a little band of students, headed by Madison, Brackenridge, Bradford and Freneau, -organized an undergraduate fraternity to be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span> +organized an undergraduate fraternity to be<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span> called the American Whig Society. One year later The Well Meaning Club, a rival literary organization founded in 1765, became the Cliosophic Society. The act was the signal for a war, the echoes of which have even yet not died away at Princeton. There -exists a manuscript book,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> rescued from the papers of +exists a manuscript book,<a id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> rescued from the papers of William Bradford, in which are preserved the poetic tirades, called forth in this first onset. Its title page is as follows:</p> @@ -521,10 +557,10 @@ the former obtained a compleat Victory.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">—Arm'd for virtue now we point the pen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brand the bold front of shameless, guilty men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dash the proud Tory in his gilded Car<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bare the mean heart that hides beneath a star."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">—Arm'd for virtue now we point the pen<br></span> +<span class="i0">Brand the bold front of shameless, guilty men<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dash the proud Tory in his gilded Car<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bare the mean heart that hides beneath a star."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -533,24 +569,24 @@ which the ninth begins thus:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="r0">"Spring's Soliloquy that morning before he hung himself.<br /></span> +<span class="r0">"Spring's Soliloquy that morning before he hung himself.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O World adieu! the doleful time draws nigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot live and yet I fear to die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warford is dead! and in his turn Freneau<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will send me headlong to the shades below.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What raging fury or what baleful Star<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did find—ingulph me in the whiggish war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The deeds of darkness which my soul hath done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are now apparent as the noon-day sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Thousand things as yet remain untold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My secret practice and my sins of old."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O World adieu! the doleful time draws nigh<br></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot live and yet I fear to die<br></span> +<span class="i0">Warford is dead! and in his turn Freneau<br></span> +<span class="i0">Will send me headlong to the shades below.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What raging fury or what baleful Star<br></span> +<span class="i0">Did find—ingulph me in the whiggish war<br></span> +<span class="i0">The deeds of darkness which my soul hath done<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are now apparent as the noon-day sun<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Thousand things as yet remain untold<br></span> +<span class="i0">My secret practice and my sins of old."<br></span> </div></div> </div> <p>Then follow several satires by Freneau, full of fire and invective, but like the work of all the others, not -always refined or quotable in print. His satire,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span> +always refined or quotable in print. His satire,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span> "McSwiggen," printed in 1775, contains nearly half of the poems,—the only lines indeed which are of any real merit. The three concluding poems of the collection, @@ -577,12 +613,12 @@ Journey, | Till he once more returned safe to his native Land, as related | by his own mouth. | Written By B. H. and P. F.—1770.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">Mutato nomine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fabula de te narratur—<i>Hor.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i5">Mutato nomine<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fabula de te narratur—<i>Hor.</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i3">Change but the name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The story's told of you.<br /></span> -<span class="i3">MDVIILXX."<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Change but the name<br></span> +<span class="i0">The story's told of you.<br></span> +<span class="i3">MDVIILXX."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -592,7 +628,7 @@ close captive on a French man-of-war, but he is rescued by an Irish privateer, only to be taken for a wizard and thrown overboard in a cask which is finally washed ashore on the north coast of Ireland. It would be -useless to recount all of his adventures both afloat and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span> +useless to recount all of his adventures both afloat and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span> ashore. He finally succeeds in reaching Mecca, and in returning safely home to America. The final chapter recounts the details of his death and moralizes on his @@ -608,26 +644,26 @@ minor song, the opening stanzas of which are:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet are the flow'rs that crown the Vale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweet the spicy breathing Gale<br /></span> -<span class="i3">That murmurs o'er the hills:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how the distant lowing throng<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro' verdant pastures move along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or drink the Limpid Streams and crystal rills.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah see in yonder gloomy Grove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Shepherd tells his tale of Love<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And clasps the wanton fair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While winds and trees and shades conspire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fann with Love the Gentle Fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And banish every black and boding care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But what has Love to do with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown ashore, distress'd by sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Now hast'ning to the Tomb:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst here I rove, and pine and weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sav'd from the fury of the deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find alas on shore a harder doom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet are the flow'rs that crown the Vale<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sweet the spicy breathing Gale<br></span> +<span class="i3">That murmurs o'er the hills:<br></span> +<span class="i0">See how the distant lowing throng<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' verdant pastures move along,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or drink the Limpid Streams and crystal rills.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah see in yonder gloomy Grove<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Shepherd tells his tale of Love<br></span> +<span class="i3">And clasps the wanton fair:<br></span> +<span class="i0">While winds and trees and shades conspire<br></span> +<span class="i0">To fann with Love the Gentle Fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And banish every black and boding care.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But what has Love to do with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unknown ashore, distress'd by sea,<br></span> +<span class="i3">Now hast'ning to the Tomb:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst here I rove, and pine and weep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sav'd from the fury of the deep<br></span> +<span class="i0">To find alas on shore a harder doom.<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -637,7 +673,7 @@ President Witherspoon in his "Address to the Inhabitants of Jamaica," published in Philadelphia in 1772:</p> <p>"In the first year they read Latin and Greek, with -the Roman and Grecian antiquities, and Rhetoric. In<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span> +the Roman and Grecian antiquities, and Rhetoric. In<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span> the second, continuing the study of the languages, they learn a compleat system of Geography, with the use of the globes, the first principles of Philosophy, and the @@ -675,7 +711,7 @@ singing by the students there came:</p> <p>"6. An English forensic dispute on this question, 'Does ancient poetry excel the modern?' Mr. Freneau, -the respondent, his arguments in favor of the ancients<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span> +the respondent, his arguments in favor of the ancients<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span> were read. Mr. Williamson answered him and Mr. McKnight replied."</p> @@ -709,12 +745,12 @@ make the 1786 version practically a new poem.</p> <p>The first glimpse of Freneau after his graduation from Princeton is furnished by a letter to Madison, dated -Somerset County, in Maryland, November 22, 1772:<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></p> +Somerset County, in Maryland, November 22, 1772:<a id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"If I am not wrongly informed by my memory, I have not seen you since last April, you may recollect I was then undertaking a School at Flatbush on Long Island. I did not enter upon the business it is -certain and continued in it thirteen days—but—'Long Island I have bid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span> +certain and continued in it thirteen days—but—'Long Island I have bid<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span> adieu, With all its bruitish, brainless crew. The youth of that detested place, Are void of reason and of grace. From Flushing hills to Flatbush plains, Deep ignorance unrivalld reigns.' I'm very poetical, but @@ -757,15 +793,15 @@ of about 400 lines, entitled a Journey to Maryland—being the Sum of my adventures—it begins 'From that fam'd town where Hudson's flood—unites with Stream perhaps as good; Muse has your bard begun to roam—& I intend to write a terrible Satire upon certain -vicious persons of quality in New York—who have also used me ill—and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span> +vicious persons of quality in New York—who have also used me ill—and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span> print it next fall it shall contain 5 or 600 lines. Sometimes I write pastorals to shew my Wit.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Deep to the woods I sing a Shepherd's care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep to the woods, Cyllenus calls me there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last retreat of Love and Verse I go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Verse made me mad at first and——will keep me so.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Deep to the woods I sing a Shepherd's care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deep to the woods, Cyllenus calls me there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The last retreat of Love and Verse I go,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Verse made me mad at first and——will keep me so.'<br></span> </div></div> <p>"I should have been glad to have heard from you before now; @@ -794,7 +830,7 @@ you I hope. Mr. Martin lives in Acomack in Virginia this side the bay. Farewell and be persuaded I remain your</p> <p class="ralign"> -truly humble Serv't and friend <br /> +truly humble Serv't and friend <br> <span class="smcap">Ph. F-r-e-n-e-a-u-</span>"</p> </div> @@ -803,13 +839,13 @@ old school near Princess Anne, Md., which in 1779 was incorporated as Washington Academy. Brackenridge became Master here shortly after his graduation, and in the words of his son and biographer, received -"a handsome salary." "He continued here," says his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span> +"a handsome salary." "He continued here," says his<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span> biographer, "during several years until the breaking out of the American Revolution, in the midst of a wealthy and highly polished society, greatly respected as a man of genius and scholarship. He used to speak with the pride of a Porson, of the Winders, the Murrays, -the Parnells and others who afterward became distinguished."<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> +the Parnells and others who afterward became distinguished."<a id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> For many years the academy drew to it the sons of the best families of Northern Virginia, Maryland and Delaware.</p> @@ -838,7 +874,7 @@ Beginning with "American Liberty," issued by Anderson, the editor of the new patriotic weekly, <i>The Constitutional Gazette</i>, he published pamphlet after pamphlet in rapid succession, all of them throwing upon Gage and -the British cause in Boston all the satire and invective<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span> +the British cause in Boston all the satire and invective<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span> which he had used so mercilessly in the old society war at Princeton. Two of these were published by Hugh Gaine, and another, "The Voyage to Boston," first issued @@ -868,29 +904,29 @@ enemy whom he designates as McSwiggen.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great Jove in wrath a spark of genius gave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade me drink the mad Pierian wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence came those rhymes with truth ascribed to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That urge your little soul to jealousy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great Jove in wrath a spark of genius gave<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bade me drink the mad Pierian wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence came those rhymes with truth ascribed to me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That urge your little soul to jealousy.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"> * * * * * </span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Devoted mad man what inspired your rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who bade your foolish muse with us engage?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against a windmill would you try your might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against a castle would a pigmy fight?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Devoted mad man what inspired your rage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who bade your foolish muse with us engage?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Against a windmill would you try your might,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Against a castle would a pigmy fight?<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span>The young poet had begun to realize how barren +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span>The young poet had begun to realize how barren was the new world in poetic appreciation; how impossible it was for even a true poet to practice his art where few could appreciate, and none really cared:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alone I stand to meet the foul-mouthed train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assisted by no poets of the plain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alone I stand to meet the foul-mouthed train<br></span> +<span class="i0">Assisted by no poets of the plain.<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -899,10 +935,10 @@ were appreciated:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long have I sat on this disastrous shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sighing sought to gain a passage o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Europe's towns, where as our travellers say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poets may flourish, or perhaps they may.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long have I sat on this disastrous shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sighing sought to gain a passage o'er<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Europe's towns, where as our travellers say<br></span> +<span class="i0">Poets may flourish, or perhaps they may.<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -910,11 +946,11 @@ were appreciated:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I to the sea with weary steps descend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quit the mean conquest, that such swine must yield<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave McSwiggen to enjoy the field.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In distant isles some happier scene I'll choose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And court in softer shades the unwilling muse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I to the sea with weary steps descend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Quit the mean conquest, that such swine must yield<br></span> +<span class="i0">And leave McSwiggen to enjoy the field.<br></span> +<span class="i0">In distant isles some happier scene I'll choose<br></span> +<span class="i0">And court in softer shades the unwilling muse.<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -933,7 +969,7 @@ whole life.</p> <p>For the next two years Freneau made his home on Captain Hanson's estate on the Island of Santa Cruz. -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxvii" id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span>A selection from one of his letters charmingly describes +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span>A selection from one of his letters charmingly describes the spot.</p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"The town at the west end is but mean and ordinary, consisting of @@ -948,7 +984,7 @@ rest of the shore is sharp craggy rocks. My agreeable residence at this place for above two years, off and on during the wars in America, renders the idea of it all too pleasing, and makes me feel much the same anxiety at a distance from it as Adam did after he was banished -from the bowers of Eden."<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p></div> +from the bowers of Eden."<a id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p></div> <p>He seems to have been employed at intervals by Captain Hanson in voyages about the islands. Thus @@ -969,7 +1005,7 @@ and a romantic imagination, rare indeed in English poetry in 1776. There are evidences that Freneau composed the first draught of the poem before leaving for the West Indies, but the point is not an important -one. For the edition of 1786 he nearly doubled the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxviii" id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span> +one. For the edition of 1786 he nearly doubled the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span> original version, but in 1795 he cut it down to a few stanzas, taking from it nearly everything which had made it a notable creation.</p> @@ -1000,11 +1036,11 @@ of the following year. In August, 1778, he published with Bell in Philadelphia the pamphlet poem "America Independent." On January 1, 1779, Brackenridge issued in Philadelphia the first number of the <i>United -States Magazine</i>,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and Freneau at once became an important +States Magazine</i>,<a id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and Freneau at once became an important contributor. His work in prose and verse may be found in nearly every number. There are prose papers on the West Indies, purporting to be -extracts from the letters of "a young philosopher<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxix" id="Page_xxix">[Pg xxix]</a></span> +extracts from the letters of "a young philosopher<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxix">[Pg xxix]</a></span> and <i>bel esprit</i> just returned from several small voyages amongst these islands." There are several early poems for the first time put into print, like "Columbus to Ferdinand" @@ -1039,7 +1075,7 @@ unliterary atmosphere in America. A large class, he declares, "inhabit the region of stupidity, and cannot bear to have the tranquility of their repose disturbed by the villanous shock of a book. Reading is to them -the worst of all torments, and I remember very well<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxx" id="Page_xxx">[Pg xxx]</a></span> +the worst of all torments, and I remember very well<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxx">[Pg xxx]</a></span> that at the commencement of the work it was their language, 'Art thou come to torment us before the time?' We will now say to them, 'Sleep on and take @@ -1064,7 +1100,7 @@ the ocean. He longed to visit again his beloved West Indies, and accordingly on the 25th of May he took passage at Philadelphia, in the ship <i>Aurora</i>, for St. Eustatia. Freneau's account of this voyage and its -after results is still extant.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> A few quotations will +after results is still extant.<a id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> A few quotations will tell the story.</p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"On the 25th of May, in beating down the Delaware Bay, we @@ -1076,7 +1112,7 @@ us.</p> <p>"Friday morning, May 26. The air very smoky and the wind somewhat faintish, though it afterward freshened up. The wind was so that we stood off E.S.E., after putting the pilot on board the small -sloop, handcuffing the prisoners, and sending the prize to Cape May.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxi" id="Page_xxxi">[Pg xxxi]</a></span> +sloop, handcuffing the prisoners, and sending the prize to Cape May.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxi">[Pg xxxi]</a></span> About three o'clock in the afternoon we discovered three sail bearing from us about E.N.E.; they were not more than five leagues from us when we discovered them from the foretop; at the same time we could @@ -1116,7 +1152,7 @@ from the oars; he fell from the quarter-deck close by me, and for some time seemed very busily engaged in setting his legs to rights. He died about eleven the same night, and next day was sewed up in his hammock and sunk. Every shot seemed now to bring ruin with it. A lad -named Steel had his arm broken and some others complained of slight<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxii" id="Page_xxxii">[Pg xxxii]</a></span> +named Steel had his arm broken and some others complained of slight<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxii">[Pg xxxii]</a></span> wounds; whereupon, finding the frigate ready and in a position to give us a broadside, we struck, after having held a very unequal contest with her for about an hour.... As soon as we struck, one Squires with @@ -1156,7 +1192,7 @@ harbor. Freneau, however, was retained with the officers. He had been promised his liberty at the first possible moment, but on Thursday, June 1st, at the Commissioner's office, the charge was brought by the -second mate that Freneau had been among those<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxiii" id="Page_xxxiii">[Pg xxxiii]</a></span> +second mate that Freneau had been among those<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxiii">[Pg xxxiii]</a></span> stationed at the guns during the fight. He was refused parole, though he promised security in any amount up to ten thousand pounds, and the same day was placed @@ -1196,7 +1232,7 @@ this no usage seemed severe enough for us."</p></div> was taken to the <i>Hunter</i> hospital ship, lying in the East River. Here he languished with an intermittent fever, that threatened constantly to become "putrid" and -fatal, until July 12th, when:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxiv" id="Page_xxxiv">[Pg xxxiv]</a></span></p> +fatal, until July 12th, when:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxiv">[Pg xxxiv]</a></span></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"The flag came alongside and cleared the hospital ship. But the miseries we endured in getting to Elizabeth Town were many. Those @@ -1238,7 +1274,7 @@ or North American Intelligencer</i>, which was to be "open to all parties but influenced by none," and which had for its object "To encourage genius, to deter vice, and disrobe tyranny and misrule of every plumage." The -proprietor and printer of this paper was Mr. Francis<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxv" id="Page_xxxv">[Pg xxxv]</a></span> +proprietor and printer of this paper was Mr. Francis<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxv">[Pg xxxv]</a></span> Bailey, who not long before had removed his office from Lancaster, Pa. The editor and ruling spirit, although his name during three years did not once @@ -1277,7 +1313,7 @@ He followed carefully the last years of the war, and put into satiric verse every movement of the "insolent foe." He sang the victory of Jones, and mourned in plaintive numbers the dead at Eutaw Springs. He -voiced his indignation over the destructive career of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxvi" id="Page_xxxvi">[Pg xxxvi]</a></span> +voiced his indignation over the destructive career of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxvi">[Pg xxxvi]</a></span> Cornwallis, and burst into a <i>Laus Deo</i> at his fall. The ludicrous plight of Rivington and Gaine, the distress of the Tories, and the final departure of the British filled @@ -1314,7 +1350,7 @@ taken up, with the recitals of wonderful adventures, in the woods beyond the Lakes, or with the Histories and records of the wild Indian nations, so that by the time the reader gets through one of those performances, he never fails to be better acquainted with the <i>Ottagnies</i>, <i>Chereokees</i>, -<i>Miamees</i>, <i>Nadouwessians</i>, and a hundred others, with their various<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxvii" id="Page_xxxvii">[Pg xxxvii]</a></span> +<i>Miamees</i>, <i>Nadouwessians</i>, and a hundred others, with their various<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxvii">[Pg xxxvii]</a></span> customs of <i>paw-wawing</i>, or methods of making <i>wampum</i>, than with the most interesting particulars relative to the <i>inhabitants</i> of the then colonies <i>these</i> were but rarely thought worthy mentioning by those gentlemen, @@ -1352,7 +1388,7 @@ we gain so distinct a picture of the man, with his sanguine, impetuous temperament, his proud spirit, and his intense hatred of every form of tyranny. He wrote vigorously not only on British oppression, but -on such topics as the wrongs of negro slavery, cruelty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxviii" id="Page_xxxviii">[Pg xxxviii]</a></span> +on such topics as the wrongs of negro slavery, cruelty<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxviii">[Pg xxxviii]</a></span> to animals, the wanton destruction of trees, the evils of intemperance, and the rights of woman.</p> @@ -1364,10 +1400,10 @@ the mighty tradesman,—</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sejanus has in house declared<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'These States, as yet, can boast no bard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the sing-song of our clime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is merely nonsense fringed with rhyme.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sejanus has in house declared<br></span> +<span class="i0">'These States, as yet, can boast no bard,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all the sing-song of our clime<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is merely nonsense fringed with rhyme.'"<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -1383,12 +1419,12 @@ leave the field.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Then, Sylvius, come—let you and I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Neptune's aid, once more rely:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps the muse may still impart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The balm to ease the aching heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though cold might chill and storms dismay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet Zoilus will be far away."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then, Sylvius, come—let you and I<br></span> +<span class="i0">On Neptune's aid, once more rely:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps the muse may still impart<br></span> +<span class="i0">The balm to ease the aching heart.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though cold might chill and storms dismay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet Zoilus will be far away."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -1398,7 +1434,7 @@ Jamaica. The voyage was indeed a memorable one. On the night of July 30, while off the end of the island, the ship encountered a violent hurricane. According to contemporary accounts, "No more than eight out -of one hundred and fifty sail of vessels in the ports of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxxix" id="Page_xxxix">[Pg xxxix]</a></span> +of one hundred and fifty sail of vessels in the ports of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xxxix">[Pg xxxix]</a></span> Kingston and Port Royal were saved." The <i>Dromilly</i> survived the storm, but it was a mere wreck when the next morning it crept into Kingston Harbor.</p> @@ -1436,7 +1472,7 @@ poetry. During the entire year its author was at sea almost continuously. It is evident that he had little to do with the edition. The copy furnished to Bailey consisted of the manuscript of a few early poems, revised -copies of the 1775 pamphlets, and corrected and enlarged<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xl" id="Page_xl">[Pg xl]</a></span> +copies of the 1775 pamphlets, and corrected and enlarged<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xl">[Pg xl]</a></span> versions of his contributions to the <i>United States Magazine</i>. The bulk of the book is made up of Freneau's contributions to the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>, printed <i>seriatim</i> @@ -1474,7 +1510,7 @@ his poetic work.</p> <p>In those days before the invention of book reviews, the fate of a book turned largely upon its immediate reception by the reading public. Criticism was by -word of mouth: the poems were discussed in polite<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xli" id="Page_xli">[Pg xli]</a></span> +word of mouth: the poems were discussed in polite<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xli">[Pg xli]</a></span> circles and over the morning coffee. Thus we have nothing to quote to show how America received her bard. We know, however, that the poems were successful @@ -1503,73 +1539,73 @@ later in the year:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> -<p class="center">"To Mr. <span class="smcap">Philip Freneau</span>, on his Volume of excellent <span class="smcap">Poems</span>,<br /> +<p class="center">"To Mr. <span class="smcap">Philip Freneau</span>, on his Volume of excellent <span class="smcap">Poems</span>,<br> Printed by Mr. <span class="smcap">Bailey</span>.</p> <p class="center"><i>"Difficile est Satiram non Scribere."—Juv.</i></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">"Tho' I know not your person, I well know your merit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your satires admire—your muse of true spirit;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who reads them must smile at poetical story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except the k—g's printer, or some such like tory;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir William, sir Harry, and would-be sir John,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cornwallis, the devil, those bucks of the ton;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Black Dunmore and Wallace with sun-setting nose,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlii" id="Page_xlii">[Pg xlii]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who steak hogs and sheep, secure—<i>under the Rose</i>.<a name="FNanchor_A_8" id="FNanchor_A_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_8" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a fig for the anger of such petty rogues,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the devil we pitch them without shoes or brogues!<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_8" id="Footnote_A_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_8"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> He commanded the <i>Rose</i> sloop.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">"Pythag'ras' choice scheme my belief now controuls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sign to his creed—transmigration of souls;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Euphorbas's shield he no doubt did employ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bravely let blood on the plains of old Troy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The souls of great Marlbro' and warlike Eugene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conspicuous in Washington's glory are seen:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sage Pluto beams wisdom from Franklin's rich brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sky-taught sir Isaac<a name="FNanchor_B_9" id="FNanchor_B_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_9" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> is seen here again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Hugh when he migrates may daily be found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cracking bones in a kitchen in form of a hound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When his compeer shall die—while no Christian shall weep him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Pluto, below, for a devil will keep him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless he's sent up on some hasty dispatch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whigs to abuse, and more falsehoods to hatch.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou red-jerkin'd fops, whom your muse I've heard sing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Hounslow's bold heroes successively spring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Tyburn they tumble as supple as panders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then migrate straightway into knights and commanders.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you, worthy poet, whose soul-cutting pen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In gall paints the crimes of all time-serving men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fiend of corruption, the wretch of an hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The star-garter'd villain, the scoundrel in pow'r,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From souls far unlike may announce your ascension,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The patriot all-worthy, above bribe or pension,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The martyr who suffered for liberty's sake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grim dungeons, more horrid than hell's bitter lake:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your name to bright honor, the spirits shall lift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That glow'd in the bosoms of Churchill and Swift.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_B_9" id="Footnote_B_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_9"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> David Rittenhouse, Esq., the Ingenious inventor of the celebrated perpendicular +<span class="i1">"Tho' I know not your person, I well know your merit,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your satires admire—your muse of true spirit;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who reads them must smile at poetical story<br></span> +<span class="i0">Except the k—g's printer, or some such like tory;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sir William, sir Harry, and would-be sir John,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cornwallis, the devil, those bucks of the ton;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Black Dunmore and Wallace with sun-setting nose,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xlii">[Pg xlii]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Who steak hogs and sheep, secure—<i>under the Rose</i>.<a id="FNanchor_A_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_8" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">But a fig for the anger of such petty rogues,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the devil we pitch them without shoes or brogues!<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_A_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_8"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> He commanded the <i>Rose</i> sloop.</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">"Pythag'ras' choice scheme my belief now controuls,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I sign to his creed—transmigration of souls;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Euphorbas's shield he no doubt did employ,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bravely let blood on the plains of old Troy:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The souls of great Marlbro' and warlike Eugene<br></span> +<span class="i0">Conspicuous in Washington's glory are seen:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sage Pluto beams wisdom from Franklin's rich brain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sky-taught sir Isaac<a id="FNanchor_B_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_9" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> is seen here again.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But Hugh when he migrates may daily be found<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cracking bones in a kitchen in form of a hound;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When his compeer shall die—while no Christian shall weep him,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Old Pluto, below, for a devil will keep him;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unless he's sent up on some hasty dispatch,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The whigs to abuse, and more falsehoods to hatch.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thou red-jerkin'd fops, whom your muse I've heard sing<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Hounslow's bold heroes successively spring;<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Tyburn they tumble as supple as panders,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then migrate straightway into knights and commanders.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But you, worthy poet, whose soul-cutting pen<br></span> +<span class="i0">In gall paints the crimes of all time-serving men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fiend of corruption, the wretch of an hour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The star-garter'd villain, the scoundrel in pow'r,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From souls far unlike may announce your ascension,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The patriot all-worthy, above bribe or pension,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The martyr who suffered for liberty's sake<br></span> +<span class="i0">Grim dungeons, more horrid than hell's bitter lake:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your name to bright honor, the spirits shall lift,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That glow'd in the bosoms of Churchill and Swift.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_B_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_9"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> David Rittenhouse, Esq., the Ingenious inventor of the celebrated perpendicular Orrery.</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">"And when you are number'd, alas! with the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your works by true wits will forever be read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, pointing the finger, shall pensively shew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lines that were written, alas! by Freneau."<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"And when you are number'd, alas! with the dead,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your works by true wits will forever be read,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, pointing the finger, shall pensively shew<br></span> +<span class="i0">The lines that were written, alas! by Freneau."<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="r0"><i>Philadelphia, June 8, 1786.</i></span> </div></div> </div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xliii" id="Page_xliii">[Pg xliii]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xliii">[Pg xliii]</a></span></p> <p>The second volume of poems did not appear promptly. One year after the first proposals, Bailey @@ -1608,11 +1644,11 @@ the poet's manuscripts now first published.</p> <p>In the meantime the poet was leading a stormy and adventurous career upon the sea. As master of the sloop <i>Industry</i>, and later of the schooner <i>Columbia</i>, -plying irregularly on all kinds of coastwise voyages<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xliv" id="Page_xliv">[Pg xliv]</a></span> +plying irregularly on all kinds of coastwise voyages<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xliv">[Pg xliv]</a></span> between Georgia and New York, he experienced every phase of life upon the ocean. As a sample of his adventurous career during this period, note the following -letter<a name="FNanchor_8_10" id="FNanchor_8_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_10" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> to Bailey, written from Norfolk, Va., in the +letter<a id="FNanchor_8_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_10" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> to Bailey, written from Norfolk, Va., in the summer of 1788:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> @@ -1650,7 +1686,7 @@ land was then in sight, about 5 miles distant, latitude at noon 36-17, I then rigged out a broken boom, and set the fore top-sail, the only sail remaining, and steered for cape Henry; making however but very little way, the vessel being very much on one side and ready to sink with her -heavy cargo of iron, besides other weighty articles. We were towed in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlv" id="Page_xlv">[Pg xlv]</a></span> +heavy cargo of iron, besides other weighty articles. We were towed in<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xlv">[Pg xlv]</a></span> next day, Friday, by the friendly assistance of capt. Archibald Bell, of the ship Betsey, from London—I have since arrived at this port by the assistance of a Potowmac pilot.—Nothing could exceed our distress—no @@ -1674,7 +1710,7 @@ for another more fortunate barque than that which I now command.</p> <p class="ralign"><span class="smcap">Philip Freneau</span>."</p> </div> -<p>I cannot forbear quoting another letter<a name="FNanchor_9_11" id="FNanchor_9_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_11" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> written +<p>I cannot forbear quoting another letter<a id="FNanchor_9_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_11" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> written nearly a year later, since it gives us a charming glimpse of the Freneau of this period:</p> @@ -1696,7 +1732,7 @@ same excuses could be assigned.</p> with an element, that has for some years, with all its dangers and losses, afforded to your humble servant attractions, far more powerful than those of Apollo! Formerly, when I wrote poetry, most of those -that attended to it, would not allow my verses to be good. I gave credit<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlvi" id="Page_xlvi">[Pg xlvi]</a></span> +that attended to it, would not allow my verses to be good. I gave credit<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xlvi">[Pg xlvi]</a></span> to what I deemed the popular opinion, and made a safe retreat in due time, to the solitary wastes of Neptune. I am not, however, inclined to believe people so readily now, when they alledge my vessel is not sound, @@ -1733,15 +1769,15 @@ disasters of life, and I am entirely of the opinion which (says Dr. Langhorne)</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">"Weakness wrote in Petrarch's gentle strain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When once he own'd at love's unfavouring shrine<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A thousand pleasures art not worth one pain</i>!"<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"Weakness wrote in Petrarch's gentle strain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When once he own'd at love's unfavouring shrine<br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A thousand pleasures art not worth one pain</i>!"<br></span> </div></div> <p>"I must now conclude this scrawl, with telling you, that I am receiving on board my vessel a small cargo of lumber, at a place called Yamacraw, a little above Savanna. The weather is extremely warm, -I am tired of my letter, and must, of course, conclude. I do not know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlvii" id="Page_xlvii">[Pg xlvii]</a></span> +I am tired of my letter, and must, of course, conclude. I do not know<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xlvii">[Pg xlvii]</a></span> whether you ever mean to make a voyage to sea—if you should, thrice welcome shall you be to such accommodations as my little embarkation affords. Poets and philosophers, shall ever travel with me at a cheap @@ -1777,19 +1813,19 @@ to the ocean.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Proud heights: with pain so often seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(With joy beheld once more)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On your firm base I take my stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tenacious of the shore:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let those who pant for wealth or fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursue the watery road;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft sleep and ease, blest days and nights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And health, attend these favoring heights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Retirement's blest abode."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Proud heights: with pain so often seen<br></span> +<span class="i0">(With joy beheld once more)<br></span> +<span class="i0">On your firm base I take my stand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tenacious of the shore:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let those who pant for wealth or fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pursue the watery road;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Soft sleep and ease, blest days and nights,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And health, attend these favoring heights,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Retirement's blest abode."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlviii" id="Page_xlviii">[Pg xlviii]</a></span>The poem "Constantia" may record the poet's +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xlviii">[Pg xlviii]</a></span>The poem "Constantia" may record the poet's reasons for leaving the ocean, for on the 19th of May, 1790, there appeared in Peter Freneau's Charleston paper, the <i>City Gazette</i>, <i>or the Daily Advertiser</i>, the @@ -1826,7 +1862,7 @@ of the <i>Daily Advertiser</i>, brought to bear upon the paper all the vigor and literary skill which had so marked the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>. The tone of the editorial comment was patriotic and spirited. The note of reform, -of opposition to everything that was degrading to high<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xlix" id="Page_xlix">[Pg xlix]</a></span> +of opposition to everything that was degrading to high<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xlix">[Pg xlix]</a></span> ideals, or that in any way threatened personal liberty, was never absent. Despite the manifold duties incumbent upon the editor of a city daily, he found time @@ -1852,7 +1888,7 @@ poems were printed in the edition of 1795.</p> <p>On September 20, 1791, Freneau's daughter, Eleanor, was born at Mount Pleasant. His salary as editor of the <i>Advertiser</i> was not large; the little family, it -appears, was in straightened circumstances. A letter<a name="FNanchor_10_12" id="FNanchor_10_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_12" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> +appears, was in straightened circumstances. A letter<a id="FNanchor_10_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_12" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> from Aedanus Burke of Charleston to Madison, dated September 13, 1801, throws light upon the period.</p> @@ -1863,7 +1899,7 @@ strugling under difficulties, with his family. My memory brings to my recollection, that you mentioned the matter to the Secretary of State, Mr. Jefferson. Freneau was invited from N. York, and had the place of interpreter, with a mere trifle of Salary. Little did William Smith -know, that you were the author or cause of bringing Freneau from New<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_l" id="Page_l">[Pg l]</a></span> +know, that you were the author or cause of bringing Freneau from New<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_l">[Pg l]</a></span> York; or he might have turned against you, his terrible battery of the slanders and invectives which he poured forth against Mr. Jefferson for three or four years afterwards."</p></div> @@ -1906,7 +1942,7 @@ he will establish himself in the former. At all events he will give his friends there an opportunity of aiding his decision by their information & counsel. The more I learn of his character, talents and principles, the more I should regret his burying himself in the obscurity -he had chosen in N. Jersey. It is certain that there is not to be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_li" id="Page_li">[Pg li]</a></span> +he had chosen in N. Jersey. It is certain that there is not to be<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_li">[Pg li]</a></span> found in the whole catalogue of American Printers, a single name that can approach towards a rivalship."</p></div> @@ -1947,7 +1983,7 @@ printing of the laws, which added to his salary would have been a considerable aid. Besides this, Fenno's being the only weekly, or half weekly paper, & under general condemnation for its toryism & its incessant efforts to overturn the government, Freneau would have found -that ground as good as unoccupied."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lii" id="Page_lii">[Pg lii]</a></span></p> +that ground as good as unoccupied."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lii">[Pg lii]</a></span></p> <p>This being brought to Freneau's attention, he determined to hold out no longer. On July 25th he @@ -1993,7 +2029,7 @@ sanguine expectations.</p> <p>The period covered by the two years of the <i>National Gazette</i> was one of singular unrest in America. -The French Revolution was in progress; everything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_liii" id="Page_liii">[Pg liii]</a></span> +The French Revolution was in progress; everything<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_liii">[Pg liii]</a></span> seemed tottering. America believed that all Europe was soon to cast off its chains of monarch; she believed that the torch of the Rights of Man had been lighted @@ -2004,10 +2040,10 @@ writes:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"From the spark that we kindled, a flame has gone forth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To astonish the world and enlighten mankind:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a code of new doctrines the universe rings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Paine is addressing strange sermons to Kings."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"From the spark that we kindled, a flame has gone forth<br></span> +<span class="i0">To astonish the world and enlighten mankind:<br></span> +<span class="i0">With a code of new doctrines the universe rings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Paine is addressing strange sermons to Kings."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -2030,15 +2066,15 @@ temperament threw his whole soul into his work.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Ah! while I write, dear France allied,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">My ardent wish I scarce restrain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To throw these sybil leaves aside<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And fly to join you on the main."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah! while I write, dear France allied,<br></span> +<span class="i1">My ardent wish I scarce restrain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To throw these sybil leaves aside<br></span> +<span class="i1">And fly to join you on the main."<br></span> </div></div> </div> <p>The frenzy among the American Republicans culminated -with the arrival of Citizen Genet, in 1793.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_liv" id="Page_liv">[Pg liv]</a></span> +with the arrival of Citizen Genet, in 1793.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_liv">[Pg liv]</a></span> At the Republican dinner given Genet, May 18th, Citizen Freneau was elected by acclamation to translate Pichon's ode. On June 1st, at the civic feast, @@ -2053,12 +2089,12 @@ It could make Freneau write such a stanza as this:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Virtue, Order and Religion</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haste, and seek some other region;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your plan is fixed to hunt them down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Destroy the mitre, rend the gown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that vile b-tc-h—Philosophy—restore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did ever paper plan so much before?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Virtue, Order and Religion</i>,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Haste, and seek some other region;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your plan is fixed to hunt them down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Destroy the mitre, rend the gown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And that vile b-tc-h—Philosophy—restore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Did ever paper plan so much before?"<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -2080,7 +2116,7 @@ power in the matter of the banks, and the precedent was a dangerous one. The ceremonials with which the President had hedged himself about were greatly at variance with simple democratic ideas; and, to -crown all, the ingratitude of the administration (to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lv" id="Page_lv">[Pg lv]</a></span> +crown all, the ingratitude of the administration (to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lv">[Pg lv]</a></span> extremists it could have no other name) in its attitude toward Genet and the French people hurt him deeply. I believe that Freneau was fundamentally honest in @@ -2117,7 +2153,7 @@ a weapon against the very administration of which he was a member.</p> <p>Hamilton naturally inclined toward the latter view, -and much bitterness was the result. On July 25, 1792,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lvi" id="Page_lvi">[Pg lvi]</a></span> +and much bitterness was the result. On July 25, 1792,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lvi">[Pg lvi]</a></span> he inserted this anonymous bit in <i>Fenno's Gazette of the United States</i>, the Federalist organ:</p> @@ -2161,7 +2197,7 @@ opened with him by Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State, for the establishment or institution of the <i>National Gazette</i>: that the deponent's coming to the City of Philadelphia, as publisher of a Newspaper, was at no time urged, advised, or influenced by the above officer, but that it -was his own voluntary act; and that the said Gazette, nor the Editor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lvii" id="Page_lvii">[Pg lvii]</a></span> +was his own voluntary act; and that the said Gazette, nor the Editor<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lvii">[Pg lvii]</a></span> thereof, was ever directed, controuled, or attempted to be influenced, in any manner, either by the Secretary of State, or any of his friends; nor was a line ever, directly or indirectly, written, dictated, or composed for @@ -2199,9 +2235,9 @@ organ continued its attacks, and Freneau, always restive under criticism, increased in bitterness.</p> <p>On September 9, 1792, Jefferson put himself on -record in a letter to Washington.<a name="FNanchor_11_13" id="FNanchor_11_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_13" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> The letter is extremely +record in a letter to Washington.<a id="FNanchor_11_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_13" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> The letter is extremely long, since it covers the entire contest with -Hamilton from the beginning. In it he declared:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lviii" id="Page_lviii">[Pg lviii]</a></span></p> +Hamilton from the beginning. In it he declared:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lviii">[Pg lviii]</a></span></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"While the Government was at New York I was applied to on behalf of Freneau to know if there was any place within my department to @@ -2242,7 +2278,7 @@ other, directly or indirectly, write, dictate or procure any one sentence or sentiment to be inserted <i>in his</i>, <i>or any other gazette</i>, to which my name was not affixed, or that of my office.... Freneau's proposition to publish a paper, having been about the time that the writings of Publicola, and -the discourses on Davila, had a good deal excited the public attention,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lix" id="Page_lix">[Pg lix]</a></span> +the discourses on Davila, had a good deal excited the public attention,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lix">[Pg lix]</a></span> I took for granted from Freneau's character, which had been marked as that of a good Whig, that he would give free place to pieces written against the aristocratical and monarchial principles these papers had @@ -2282,12 +2318,12 @@ But is not the dignity, and even decency of Government committed, when one of its principal ministers enlists himself as an anonymous writer or paragraphist for either the one or the other of them? No government ought to be without censors; and where the press is free, no one ever -will. If virtuous, it need not fear the fair operation of attack and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lx" id="Page_lx">[Pg lx]</a></span> +will. If virtuous, it need not fear the fair operation of attack and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lx">[Pg lx]</a></span> defence. Nature has given to man no other means of sifting out the truth either in religion, law, or politics. I think it as honorable to the Government neither to know, nor notice, its sycophants or censors, as it would be undignified and criminal to pamper the former and persecute -the latter."<a name="FNanchor_12_14" id="FNanchor_12_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_14" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></p></div> +the latter."<a id="FNanchor_12_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_14" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></p></div> <p>But if the <i>National Gazette</i> concerned Jefferson not at all, as he alleged, it certainly did exasperate Washington. @@ -2312,16 +2348,16 @@ the career of the monocrats, & the President, not sensible of the designs of the party, has not with his usual good sense and <i>sang froid</i>, looked on the efforts and effects of this free press and seen that, though some bad things have passed through it to the public, yet the good have -preponderated immensely."<a name="FNanchor_13_15" id="FNanchor_13_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_15" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></p></div> +preponderated immensely."<a id="FNanchor_13_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_15" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></p></div> <p>Washington even brought the affair into a meeting of the Cabinet, declaring, according to Jefferson's <i>Ana</i>, that,</p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"That rascal, Freneau, sent him three copies of his paper every -day as if he thought he (Washington) would become the distributor of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxi" id="Page_lxi">[Pg lxi]</a></span> +day as if he thought he (Washington) would become the distributor of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxi">[Pg lxi]</a></span> them; that he could see in this nothing but an impudent design to insult -him; he ended in a high tone."<a name="FNanchor_14_16" id="FNanchor_14_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_16" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></p></div> +him; he ended in a high tone."<a id="FNanchor_14_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_16" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></p></div> <p>The <i>National Gazette</i> published its last issue, October 23, 1793. The collapse of the Genet bubble—the @@ -2355,7 +2391,7 @@ during the summer of 1793:</p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"Freneau, your printer, linguist, &c., is regarded here as a mere incendiary, or rather as a despicable tool of bigger incendiaries, and his -paper as a public nuisance."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxii" id="Page_lxii">[Pg lxii]</a></span></p> +paper as a public nuisance."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxii">[Pg lxii]</a></span></p> <p>Letters might be multiplied in showing the same spirit in all of the Federalists.</p> @@ -2395,7 +2431,7 @@ Every effort was made in Fenno's paper, and by those immediately around him (Washington) to impress on his mind a belief that this paper had been got up by Mr. Jefferson to injure him and oppose the measures of his administration. Freneau himself was an old College -mate of mine, a poet and man of literary and refined tastes, knowing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxiii" id="Page_lxiii">[Pg lxiii]</a></span> +mate of mine, a poet and man of literary and refined tastes, knowing<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxiii">[Pg lxiii]</a></span> nothing of the world. He was a French scholar, and employed at first as translator. Henry Lee, who was also his College mate, and had also a friendly feeling for him, was the more immediate cause of his establishing @@ -2434,7 +2470,7 @@ reply:</p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"I delayed acknowledging your favour long ago received, until I could inform you of the prospects of Mr. Bailey in whose favor it was written. I have now the pleasure to tell you that although his wishes -are not to be immediately fulfilled he is looking to obtain under the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxiv" id="Page_lxiv">[Pg lxiv]</a></span> +are not to be immediately fulfilled he is looking to obtain under the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxiv">[Pg lxiv]</a></span> auspices of Mr. Beckley and Mr. Randolph a share of employment hereafter which may be very valuable to him. I congratulate you on the public intelligence just received from Holland which gives joy to all @@ -2476,7 +2512,7 @@ remainder of my days on a couple of hundred of acres of an old sandy patrimony, I have, by the way of filling up the vacuities of time set on foot a small weekly Newspaper calculated for the part of the country in which I am. Should you have any curiosity to see it I will forward it to you -free of all expence except that of postage. I will not make high promises<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxv" id="Page_lxv">[Pg lxv]</a></span> +free of all expence except that of postage. I will not make high promises<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxv">[Pg lxv]</a></span> in regard to what it may contain. It will scarcely be expected that in a rude barbarous part of the country I could calculate it for the polite taste of Philadelphia.—Should your fixed residence be in Philada. I @@ -2516,7 +2552,7 @@ rights of the many subservient to the interests of the few.</p> bursting into birth; when the great family of mankind are evidently making their egress from the dark shadows of despotism which have so long enveloped them, & are assuming a character suitable to the -dignity of their species, the Editor seizes the opportunity to renew his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxvi" id="Page_lxvi">[Pg lxvi]</a></span> +dignity of their species, the Editor seizes the opportunity to renew his<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxvi">[Pg lxvi]</a></span> efforts for contributing, in some small degree, to the general information of his fellow citizens in the present history and politics of the world. No pains shall be spared, on his part, to procure the best, the most @@ -2555,7 +2591,7 @@ pen, save earlier verses reprinted, and a few political satires and republican lyrics. The influence of Peter Pindar was becoming more and more manifest in the poet's style. Politics and party strife had for a time -displaced the muse. This is nowhere more evident than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxvii" id="Page_lxvii">[Pg lxvii]</a></span> +displaced the muse. This is nowhere more evident than<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxvii">[Pg lxvii]</a></span> in the collected edition of his poems printed on his own press and issued in June, 1795.</p> @@ -2592,7 +2628,7 @@ affects the sense. Instead of 'whom' please to read 'who.'"</p></div> The resources of the little country office were taxed to the utmost in the production of the book. At best it is a crude piece of printing. There is manifest -everywhere an effort to keep the work within bounds,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxviii" id="Page_lxviii">[Pg lxviii]</a></span> +everywhere an effort to keep the work within bounds,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxviii">[Pg lxviii]</a></span> to economize space. Titles are abbreviated, mottoes dropped, foot notes cut out, and many earlier poems reduced, or omitted entirely. The list of omissions is @@ -2628,7 +2664,7 @@ environment.</p> <p>But Revolutionary America had little encouragement for an imaginative poet. There was something -in the air that seemed to put into men the Franklin<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxix" id="Page_lxix">[Pg lxix]</a></span> +in the air that seemed to put into men the Franklin<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxix">[Pg lxix]</a></span> spirit. It was the era of common-sense, of stern reality, of practical affairs. Madison voiced the age when in 1774 he advised Bradford, the cultured and imaginative @@ -2651,7 +2687,7 @@ improper for a labouring man to have nothing but flowers in his Garden or to determine to eat nothing but sweet-meats and confections. Equally absurd would it be for a Scholar and man of Business to make up his whole Library with Books of Fancy and feed his mind with -nothing but such Luscious performances."<a name="FNanchor_15_17" id="FNanchor_15_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_17" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></p></div> +nothing but such Luscious performances."<a id="FNanchor_15_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_17" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></p></div> <p>The first half of Freneau's life, as we have seen, was one of disillusion. It took twenty-five years to @@ -2664,33 +2700,33 @@ become a mere drudge, aiding by satire and song what he now conceived to be his life work. He had taken a deliberate though sorrowful leave of his early muse in 1787, one year after the appearance of his first volume -of poems:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxx" id="Page_lxx">[Pg lxx]</a></span></p> +of poems:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxx">[Pg lxx]</a></span></p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"On these bleak climes by fortune thrown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where rigid Reason reigns alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where flowery Fancy holds no sway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor golden forms around her play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor Nature takes her magic hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas what has the muse to do!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An age employed in painting steel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can no poetic raptures feel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No fabled Love's enchanting power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No tale of Flora's shady bower.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor wood-land haunt, or murmuring grove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can its prosaic bosom move.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The muse of love in no request,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll try my fortune with the rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which of the nine shall I engage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To suit the humor of the age?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On one, alas, my choice must fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The least engaging of them all!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her visage stern, severe her style,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A clouded brow, a cruel smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mind on murdered victims placed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, only she, can please the taste."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"On these bleak climes by fortune thrown<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where rigid Reason reigns alone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where flowery Fancy holds no sway<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor golden forms around her play,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor Nature takes her magic hue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Alas what has the muse to do!<br></span> +<span class="i0">An age employed in painting steel<br></span> +<span class="i0">Can no poetic raptures feel;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No fabled Love's enchanting power<br></span> +<span class="i0">No tale of Flora's shady bower.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor wood-land haunt, or murmuring grove<br></span> +<span class="i0">Can its prosaic bosom move.<br></span> +<span class="i1">The muse of love in no request,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll try my fortune with the rest;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which of the nine shall I engage<br></span> +<span class="i0">To suit the humor of the age?<br></span> +<span class="i0">On one, alas, my choice must fall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The least engaging of them all!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her visage stern, severe her style,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A clouded brow, a cruel smile,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A mind on murdered victims placed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She, only she, can please the taste."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -2707,18 +2743,18 @@ his Republican songs. The poem "To the Americans of the United States," written in 1797, gives us a true picture of this later Freneau. He would be no courtly singer "beneath some great man's ceiling placed," no -solitary dreamer. He would be a man of action travelling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxi" id="Page_lxxi">[Pg lxxi]</a></span> +solitary dreamer. He would be a man of action travelling<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxi">[Pg lxxi]</a></span> over lands and seas, a poet who caught his subjects from the varying scene of human things.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"To seize some <i>features</i> from the faithless past;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be this our care—before the century close:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The colours strong! for, if we deem aright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>coming age will be an age of prose</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When <i>sordid cares</i> will break the muses' dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <span class="smcap">common sense</span> be ranked in seat supreme."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To seize some <i>features</i> from the faithless past;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be this our care—before the century close:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The colours strong! for, if we deem aright,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>coming age will be an age of prose</i>:<br></span> +<span class="i0">When <i>sordid cares</i> will break the muses' dream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And <span class="smcap">common sense</span> be ranked in seat supreme."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -2739,7 +2775,7 @@ and have also by their punctuality in complying with the terms originally proposed, thus far enabled him to issue a free, independent, and republican paper."</p></div> -<p>A letter<a name="FNanchor_16_18" id="FNanchor_16_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_18" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> written by Freneau from New York, to +<p>A letter<a id="FNanchor_16_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_18" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> written by Freneau from New York, to Madison, dated December 1, 1796, reveals what was in the poet's mind during the months following the abandonment of the <i>Chronicle</i>:</p> @@ -2750,7 +2786,7 @@ which I edited, amongst ditching and grubbing, a small weekly Paper entitled the Jersey Chronicle, I did not know how to employ that interval better than in striking out here with some printer, if such could be found, already engaged in supporting the good old Republican cause. After -experiencing one or two disappointments in accomplishing this object, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxii" id="Page_lxxii">[Pg lxxii]</a></span> +experiencing one or two disappointments in accomplishing this object, I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxii">[Pg lxxii]</a></span> am now through the kind aid of some friends here nearly completing the project of a copartnership with Thomas Greenleaf in his two Papers, <i>The Argus</i>, a daily publication, and the New York Journal, twice a @@ -2761,10 +2797,10 @@ wish to revive something in the spirit of the National Gazette, if time and circumstances allow, and with proper assistance hope to succeed—Thus,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A Raven once an acorn took<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Bashan's strongest stoutest tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hid it near a murmuring brook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And liv'd another oak to see.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Raven once an acorn took<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Bashan's strongest stoutest tree;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He hid it near a murmuring brook,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And liv'd another oak to see.<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">As I consider the bargain the same as concluded, my next object is to @@ -2793,7 +2829,7 @@ Literary Companion</i>, to be devoted to "literary amusement and an abridgement of the most interesting intelligence foreign and domestic." He "associated himself," as he expressed it, "as a partner in the typographical -line of business with Mr. Alexander Menut of that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxiii" id="Page_lxxiii">[Pg lxxiii]</a></span> +line of business with Mr. Alexander Menut of that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxiii">[Pg lxxiii]</a></span> profession, sometime since from Canada," though, during the first year at least, Freneau had entire control of the editing of the paper. His address to the public is @@ -2831,7 +2867,7 @@ contributed many poems, the most of them, as usual, concerned with contemporary affairs. He republished his translation from the Abbé Robin made in 1783 since, as he declared, only a small edition was then -printed, and the work was in the hands of a very few.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxiv" id="Page_lxxiv">[Pg lxxiv]</a></span> +printed, and the work was in the hands of a very few.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxiv">[Pg lxxiv]</a></span> He republished also his "Tomo Cheeki" letters, introducing them thus:</p> @@ -2876,7 +2912,7 @@ life, are now in the hands of the printer.</p> <p>"It shall be printed on fine paper with new type ornamented with a full length portrait of the author in the attitude of taking leave on his departure for Africa. Page octavo, handsomely bound and lettered. -Calculated to contain between 400 and 500 pages. $2 per volume."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxv" id="Page_lxxv">[Pg lxxv]</a></span></p> +Calculated to contain between 400 and 500 pages. $2 per volume."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxv">[Pg lxxv]</a></span></p> <p>The volume, whether from a failure to secure subscribers or other reasons, was never published.</p> @@ -2915,7 +2951,7 @@ editorship in a great city was for a time grateful to the poet. He managed the farm in a desultory way, but his main occupation was composing verses under his favorite locust tree which had been planted by his father -and which had increased in size and numbers until in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxvi" id="Page_lxxvi">[Pg lxxvi]</a></span> +and which had increased in size and numbers until in the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxvi">[Pg lxxvi]</a></span> words of his daughter, "it was a complete grove of locust trees surrounding a house grown old with its time worn owner, his venerable mother and maiden @@ -2951,7 +2987,7 @@ many of which have appeared in the Aurora." It bore his old pen name, Robert Slender, with the added title, O. S. M., interpreted later to mean "One of the Swinish Multitude." The book has surprising merit. -The letters are written in a breezy, colloquial style, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxvii" id="Page_lxxvii">[Pg lxxvii]</a></span> +The letters are written in a breezy, colloquial style, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxvii">[Pg lxxvii]</a></span> the simple-minded old cobbler is well characterized. Freneau has actually succeeded in making him a living creature, and his opinions and "whim whams" are full @@ -2995,7 +3031,7 @@ than in marine establishments, supporting a standing army, useless embassies, exorbitant salaries, given to many flashy fellows that are no honour to us, or to themselves, and chartering whole ships to carry a single man to another nation—Odds my life, continued I, what a number -of difficulties a man labours under, who has never read further than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxviii" id="Page_lxxviii">[Pg lxxviii]</a></span> +of difficulties a man labours under, who has never read further than<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxviii">[Pg lxxviii]</a></span> Lilly's grammar, and has but a poor brain—had I been favoured with a good education, I could no doubt readily see the <i>great usefulness</i> of all these measures of government, that now appear to me so unaccountable—I @@ -3030,8 +3066,8 @@ upon such interesting subjects as may hereafter claim the public attention."</p> <p>The volume was never published. The little family at Mount Pleasant could not subsist alone on letters and poems, however brilliant. The outlook was not -a bright one, as the following letter<a name="FNanchor_17_19" id="FNanchor_17_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_19" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> to his brother -Peter, in Charleston, dated March 1, 1801, would indicate:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxix" id="Page_lxxix">[Pg lxxix]</a></span></p> +a bright one, as the following letter<a id="FNanchor_17_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_19" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> to his brother +Peter, in Charleston, dated March 1, 1801, would indicate:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxix">[Pg lxxix]</a></span></p> <div class="sblockquot"> <p>"Having been here [New York] a day or two and finding the brig @@ -3074,7 +3110,7 @@ real concern to his friends. In a letter dated September Aedanus Burke wrote Madison:</p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"I am sorry to have it to say that Freneau, with his wife and two -children, is still in embarrassed circumstances. He is a virtuous, honest<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxx" id="Page_lxxx">[Pg lxxx]</a></span> +children, is still in embarrassed circumstances. He is a virtuous, honest<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxx">[Pg lxxx]</a></span> man, and an undeviating Republican; yet utterly incapable of soliciting anything for himself. The best apology I can offer for mentioning it, is that I know you have great regard for him. You were at College @@ -3105,11 +3141,11 @@ became at length inevitable. On Saturday, November 27th, he embarked at New York as Master of the schooner <i>John</i>, bound for Fredericksburg, Virginia, with a cargo of salt. A minute log book of this voyage is -still to be seen.<a name="FNanchor_18_20" id="FNanchor_18_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_20" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> After an exceedingly hard experience +still to be seen.<a id="FNanchor_18_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_20" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> After an exceedingly hard experience he returned to New York, January 12, 1803, and the last entry in the log reads "Finished discharging the wheat—1264 bushels at 17 cents a bushel freight—214 -dollars and 88 cents."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxi" id="Page_lxxxi">[Pg lxxxi]</a></span></p> +dollars and 88 cents."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxi">[Pg lxxxi]</a></span></p> <p>This was the opening voyage of his last period at sea. His brother Peter had fitted out at Charleston a @@ -3139,20 +3175,20 @@ mid Atlantic:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"In dreams condemned to roam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He left his native home<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er land and ocean vast and wide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With oar and sail, with wind and tide,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Proceeding an imaginary way."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In dreams condemned to roam<br></span> +<span class="i0">He left his native home<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er land and ocean vast and wide<br></span> +<span class="i0">With oar and sail, with wind and tide,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Proceeding an imaginary way."<br></span> </div></div> </div> <p>In 1809, Freneau now in retirement at Mount Pleasant, began a new edition of his poems. On April 8, he -wrote Madison:<a name="FNanchor_19_21" id="FNanchor_19_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_21" class="fnanchor">[19]</a></p> +wrote Madison:<a id="FNanchor_19_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_21" class="fnanchor">[19]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—I do myself the pleasure to enclose to you a copy of Proposals -for the publication of a couple of Volumes of Poems shortly to be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxii" id="Page_lxxxii">[Pg lxxxii]</a></span> +for the publication of a couple of Volumes of Poems shortly to be<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxii">[Pg lxxxii]</a></span> put to the Press in this city. Perhaps some of your particular friends in Virginia may be induced from a view of the Proposals in your hands to subscribe their names. If so, please to have them forwarded to this place @@ -3163,7 +3199,7 @@ may receive every alleviation in the gratitude and esteem of the Public whom you serve in your truly honourable and exalted Station."</p></div> <p>Madison's reply has been lost, but on May 12th, -Freneau answered from Philadelphia:<a name="FNanchor_20_22" id="FNanchor_20_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_22" class="fnanchor">[20]</a></p> +Freneau answered from Philadelphia:<a id="FNanchor_20_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_22" class="fnanchor">[20]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—After a month's ramble through the States of New Jersey and New York, I returned to this place on Saturday last, and found @@ -3192,13 +3228,13 @@ humour of remaining here about two years, to amuse myself, as well as the Public, with such matter as that of the fat man you refer to, and if the public are in the same humour they shall be gratified.—But I am intruding on your time and will add no more at present.—I had almost said—</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxiii" id="Page_lxxxiii">[Pg lxxxiii]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxiii">[Pg lxxxiii]</a></span></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Cum tot sustineas et tanta negotia solus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Res Italas armis tuteris, moribus ornes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Legibus emendes, in publica commoda peccem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Si longo sermone mores<a name="FNanchor_21_23" id="FNanchor_21_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_23" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> tua tempora, Caesar—'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Cum tot sustineas et tanta negotia solus<br></span> +<span class="i0">Res Italas armis tuteris, moribus ornes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Legibus emendes, in publica commoda peccem<br></span> +<span class="i0">Si longo sermone mores<a id="FNanchor_21_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_23" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> tua tempora, Caesar—'<br></span> </div></div> <p>"My best wishes, Sir, will ever await you, and in particular that @@ -3206,7 +3242,7 @@ your Presidential Career may be equally honourable though less stormy than that of your predecessor."</p></div> <p>It is evident that Freneau wrote also to Jefferson, -for on May 22, 1809, the latter wrote from Monticello.<a name="FNanchor_22_24" id="FNanchor_22_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_24" class="fnanchor">[22]</a></p> +for on May 22, 1809, the latter wrote from Monticello.<a id="FNanchor_22_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_24" class="fnanchor">[22]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,—I subscribe with pleasure to the publication of your volumes of poems. I anticipate the same pleasure from them which the @@ -3227,14 +3263,14 @@ constant esteem and respect."</p></div> <p>The reply to Freneau's second letter to Jefferson has also been lost, but Freneau's letter dated Philadelphia, -May 27th, has escaped destruction:<a name="FNanchor_23_25" id="FNanchor_23_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_25" class="fnanchor">[23]</a></p> +May 27th, has escaped destruction:<a id="FNanchor_23_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_25" class="fnanchor">[23]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—Yesterday your Letter, dated May 22d came to hand.—Perhaps you a little misunderstood me, when I wrote to you from this place in April last, inclosing the Proposal Paper, respecting the Poems.—I only wished your name to be placed at the head of the list, and did not wish you to be at the pains of collecting Subscriptions, further than as any of -your neighbours might choose to put down their names—Indeed, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxiv" id="Page_lxxxiv">[Pg lxxxiv]</a></span> +your neighbours might choose to put down their names—Indeed, the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxiv">[Pg lxxxiv]</a></span> whole Subscription plan was Set a going without my knowledge or approbation, last Winter. But as I found the matter had gone too far to be recalled, I thought it best to submit, in the present Edition, to @@ -3257,7 +3293,7 @@ pass life, or if that was not allowed, their declining days.</p> published early in March last in the Trenton True American Newspaper, and in the Public Advertiser, of New York."</p></div> -<p>On August 7, 1809, Freneau wrote finally to Madison:<a name="FNanchor_24_26" id="FNanchor_24_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_26" class="fnanchor">[24]</a></p> +<p>On August 7, 1809, Freneau wrote finally to Madison:<a id="FNanchor_24_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_26" class="fnanchor">[24]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—The two Volumes of Poems that in April last I engaged to have published, are finished, and will be ready for delivery in two or @@ -3273,7 +3309,7 @@ Orange County. The precise direction is not in my power."</p></div> <p>The 1809 collection is the most elaborate of all the earlier editions of Freneau's works. His statement that it was the only one which received his personal -supervision is certainly wrong, for he had carefully<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxv" id="Page_lxxxv">[Pg lxxxv]</a></span> +supervision is certainly wrong, for he had carefully<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxv">[Pg lxxxv]</a></span> supervised the 1795 edition. On the title page he announced that the poems were "now republished from the original manuscripts," and that he had added several @@ -3284,10 +3320,10 @@ On the title page also he placed the stanza:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">"Justly to record the deeds of fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A muse from heaven should touch the soul with flame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some powerful spirit in superior lays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should tell the conflicts of the stormy days."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Justly to record the deeds of fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A muse from heaven should touch the soul with flame;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some powerful spirit in superior lays<br></span> +<span class="i0">Should tell the conflicts of the stormy days."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -3319,7 +3355,7 @@ most proper, to restrict what is now printed to the date of 1793; with the exception of only a very few pieces of later composition which have been retained, and inserted in the body of the work, but not so as to materially interrupt the general tenor of the Poems that arose from the -incidents of the American revolutionary contest.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxvi" id="Page_lxxxvi">[Pg lxxxvi]</a></span></p> +incidents of the American revolutionary contest.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxvi">[Pg lxxxvi]</a></span></p> <p>"The Author will only add, that to this Edition are prefixed two copper-plate engravings: the one representing <span class="smcap">St. Tammany</span>, observing @@ -3364,7 +3400,7 @@ in foot-notes, and in division of the material into books.</p> <p>The next few years of Freneau's life were spent -quietly at Mount Pleasant. He passed his time, as his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxvii" id="Page_lxxxvii">[Pg lxxxvii]</a></span> +quietly at Mount Pleasant. He passed his time, as his<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxvii">[Pg lxxxvii]</a></span> daughter describes, "in writing poetry, and in answering and receiving letters." Her picture of the man at this period is full of interest. "Although no farmer, @@ -3385,7 +3421,7 @@ which he had never ceased to hate, and to celebrate the heroes and the victories of his country.</p> <p>On January 12, 1815, we find him again in correspondence -with his old friend Madison:<a name="FNanchor_25_27" id="FNanchor_25_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_27" class="fnanchor">[25]</a></p> +with his old friend Madison:<a id="FNanchor_25_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_27" class="fnanchor">[25]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—Since my last return from the Canary Islands in 1807 to Charleston and from thence to New York; with my Brigantine Washington, @@ -3402,7 +3438,7 @@ the age of fifty, or thereabouts, the vanity of authorship ought to cease, at least it has been the case with myself. Mr. Longworth informs me the work will be published early in February in two duodecimo volumes. I have directed him, when done, to forward a copy to yourself, of which -I beg your acceptance. I do not know that the Verses are of any<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxviii" id="Page_lxxxviii">[Pg lxxxviii]</a></span> +I beg your acceptance. I do not know that the Verses are of any<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxviii">[Pg lxxxviii]</a></span> superior or very unusual merit; but he tells me the Town will have them: and of course, have them they will, and must, it seems. The Work cannot be very tedious, for in two small Volumes there will be upwards of one hundred @@ -3435,7 +3471,7 @@ Hive.' My best wishes attend Yourself, and Mrs. Madison, to whom, tho' I never had the pleasure of her acquaintance, I beg you to present my best compliments and regards."</p></div> -<p>On March 3d following, he writes again to Madison:<a name="FNanchor_26_28" id="FNanchor_26_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_28" class="fnanchor">[26]</a></p> +<p>On March 3d following, he writes again to Madison:<a id="FNanchor_26_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_28" class="fnanchor">[26]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—When I mentioned in my few lines to you, dated from my residence in New Jersey on the 22d of January last, the two Volumes of @@ -3443,7 +3479,7 @@ Poems publishing in this city by Mr. Longworth, I did really think to have had a small box of them at Washington by the middle of February at farthest, with a particular direction of a couple of copies to Yourself bound in an elegant manner. Finding, however, that the business went -on slowly here, and a little vexed to be under the necessity of leaving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_lxxxix" id="Page_lxxxix">[Pg lxxxix]</a></span> +on slowly here, and a little vexed to be under the necessity of leaving<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_lxxxix">[Pg lxxxix]</a></span> my Solitude and the wild Scenes of nature in New Jersey for the ever execrated streets and company of this Capital, I embarked near Sandy Hook in a snow storm, about the last of January, and shortly after @@ -3480,10 +3516,10 @@ and flames of Goths and Barbarians—I remain, etc."</p></div> <p>Madison's reply has been lost. On May 10, 1815, Freneau wrote his last letter, as far as we know, to -Madison:<a name="FNanchor_27_29" id="FNanchor_27_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_29" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></p> +Madison:<a id="FNanchor_27_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_29" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—Mrs. Anna Smyth, the Lady of Charles Smyth Esquire, a -respectable Citizen of this place, being to set out in a few days on a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xc" id="Page_xc">[Pg xc]</a></span> +respectable Citizen of this place, being to set out in a few days on a<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xc">[Pg xc]</a></span> tour to Virginia, and expecting to be in your neighbourhood, either at Washington, or at Montpelier, does me the favour to take under her particular care, to put, or transmit into your hands, the two little @@ -3516,10 +3552,10 @@ challenge:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Then England come!—a sense of wrong requires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet with thirteen stars your thousand fires:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through these stern times the conflict to maintain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or drown them, with your commerce, in the main."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then England come!—a sense of wrong requires<br></span> +<span class="i0">To meet with thirteen stars your thousand fires:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Through these stern times the conflict to maintain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or drown them, with your commerce, in the main."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -3530,7 +3566,7 @@ at different periods, and on a variety of occasions, between the years 1797 and 1815, and are now presented to the public, printed from the author's original and corrected manuscripts, and, it is hoped, in such a style of typography, as will not be unacceptable to the reader.—Several -of the performances, comprised in this collection, and chiefly those on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xci" id="Page_xci">[Pg xci]</a></span> +of the performances, comprised in this collection, and chiefly those on<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xci">[Pg xci]</a></span> political subjects, and other events of the times, have heretofore appeared in several periodical publications of <i>this</i> and other <span class="smcap">States</span> of the union. It is presumed, however, that the poems of this description will not be @@ -3565,39 +3601,39 @@ reason. For our own part, we have no inclination to dwell on his defects; we had much rather—</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'With full applause, in honor to his age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dismiss the veteran poet from the stage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crown his last exit with distinguished praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kindly hide his baldness with the bays.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'With full applause, in honor to his age,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dismiss the veteran poet from the stage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Crown his last exit with distinguished praise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And kindly hide his baldness with the bays.'"<br></span> </div></div> </div> <p>The last lines used by Verplanck are from "American Bards," a poem published in Philadelphia in 1820. -The reference to Freneau is not without interest:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xcii" id="Page_xcii">[Pg xcii]</a></span></p> +The reference to Freneau is not without interest:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xcii">[Pg xcii]</a></span></p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Let Freneau live, though Flattery's baleful tongue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too early tuned his youthful lyre to song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ripe old age, in ill directed zeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has made an enervated last appeal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His song could fire the sailor on the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raise up the coward,—animate the brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While wit and satire cast their darts around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fools and cowards tremble at the sound.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although ambition never soared to claim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The meed of polished verse, or classic fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And caustic critics honor but condemn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A strain of feeling, but a style too tame.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the old bard whose patient voice has fanned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fire of freedom that redeemed our land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Live on the scroll with kindred names that swell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The page of history, where their honors dwell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With full applause, in honor to his age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dismiss the veteran poet from the stage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crown his last exit with distinguished praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kindly hide his baldness with the bays."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Let Freneau live, though Flattery's baleful tongue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too early tuned his youthful lyre to song,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ripe old age, in ill directed zeal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Has made an enervated last appeal;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His song could fire the sailor on the wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Raise up the coward,—animate the brave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While wit and satire cast their darts around,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fools and cowards tremble at the sound.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Although ambition never soared to claim<br></span> +<span class="i0">The meed of polished verse, or classic fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And caustic critics honor but condemn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A strain of feeling, but a style too tame.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let the old bard whose patient voice has fanned<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fire of freedom that redeemed our land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Live on the scroll with kindred names that swell<br></span> +<span class="i0">The page of history, where their honors dwell;<br></span> +<span class="i0">With full applause, in honor to his age,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dismiss the veteran poet from the stage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Crown his last exit with distinguished praise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And kindly hide his baldness with the bays."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -3616,11 +3652,11 @@ adventure;" and it was the testimony of Alexander Anderson, the once celebrated engraver on wood, that Freneau once consulted with him as to the cost of an illustrated volume of his poems, and departed sadly -remarking that his purse was not equal to the venture.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xciii" id="Page_xciii">[Pg xciii]</a></span></p> +remarking that his purse was not equal to the venture.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xciii">[Pg xciii]</a></span></p> <p>The best picture of the poet in his old age is from the pen of the genial Dr. John W. Francis of New -York, who knew him well during his last years:<a name="FNanchor_28_30" id="FNanchor_28_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_30" class="fnanchor">[28]</a></p> +York, who knew him well during his last years:<a id="FNanchor_28_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_30" class="fnanchor">[28]</a></p> <div class="sblockquot"><p>"I had, when very young, read the poetry of Freneau, and as we instinctively become attached to the writers who first captivate our @@ -3657,7 +3693,7 @@ of his early classical studies, notwithstanding he had for many years, in the after portion of his life, been occupied in pursuits so entirely alien to books. There is no portrait of the patriot Freneau; he always firmly declined the painter's art, and would brook no 'counterfeit -presentiment.'"</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xciv" id="Page_xciv">[Pg xciv]</a></span></p> +presentiment.'"</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xciv">[Pg xciv]</a></span></p> <p>Freneau's frequent visits to New York were the chief solace of his last years. Says Dr. Francis:</p> @@ -3698,7 +3734,7 @@ the tactics and chivalry of Baron Steuben. With Sylvanus Miller he compared notes on the political clubs of 1795-1810. With Dewitt Clinton and Cadwallader D. Colden he debated the projects of internal improvement and artificial navigation, based on the famous -precedent of the Languedoc canal."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xcv" id="Page_xcv">[Pg xcv]</a></span></p> +precedent of the Languedoc canal."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xcv">[Pg xcv]</a></span></p> <p>The death of Freneau was a sad one. On the evening of the 18th of December, 1832, he had gone on @@ -3738,7 +3774,7 @@ knew as much about the early history of our country, the organization of the government, and the use and progress of parties."</p></div> <p>The house which Freneau occupied during his last -years is still standing. His remains rest in the little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xcvi" id="Page_xcvi">[Pg xcvi]</a></span> +years is still standing. His remains rest in the little<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xcvi">[Pg xcvi]</a></span> cemetery at Mount Pleasant, which recently, in honor of the poet, has been rechristened Freneau.</p> @@ -3763,11 +3799,11 @@ by Browning:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"All nature must decay, 'tis true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nature shall her face renew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her travels in a circle make,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freeze but to thaw, sleep but to wake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Die but to live and live to die."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"All nature must decay, 'tis true,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But nature shall her face renew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her travels in a circle make,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Freeze but to thaw, sleep but to wake,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Die but to live and live to die."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -3779,7 +3815,7 @@ was easily exalted, easily depressed; he went often to extremes; he was sensitive to a degree that made criticism a torture, and he was proud beyond all reason. He had been deeply touched by the principles of the -Revolution; he had suffered personally at the hands of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xcvii" id="Page_xcvii">[Pg xcvii]</a></span> +Revolution; he had suffered personally at the hands of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xcvii">[Pg xcvii]</a></span> the enemy; he had followed Paine in his democratic doctrines even to the extremes, and he tried to live consistently with these exalted ideals. His honesty @@ -3796,12 +3832,12 @@ is almost as intense as Whittier's:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O come the time and haste the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When man shall man no longer crush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When reason shall enforce her sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor these fair regions raise the blush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where still the African complains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mourns his yet unbroken chains."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O come the time and haste the day<br></span> +<span class="i0">When man shall man no longer crush,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When reason shall enforce her sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor these fair regions raise the blush<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where still the African complains<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mourns his yet unbroken chains."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -3824,7 +3860,7 @@ has pictured a hypocritical priest in colors as vivid almost as Chaucer's. He detested</p> <p class="cblockquot">"The holy man by Bishops holy made."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xcviii" id="Page_xcviii">[Pg xcviii]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xcviii">[Pg xcviii]</a></span></p> <p class="noidt">He loved sincerity, and the creed that came not from dry formalism, but from reason and from an honest @@ -3863,7 +3899,7 @@ to song.</p> <p>Freneau was the first to catch what may be called the new poetic impulse in America—the new epic note. -Previous to the Revolutionary era, America was destitute<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xcix" id="Page_xcix">[Pg xcix]</a></span> +Previous to the Revolutionary era, America was destitute<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_xcix">[Pg xcix]</a></span> even of the germs of an original literature. Before she could produce anything really strong and individual, there was necessary some great primal impulse @@ -3887,8 +3923,8 @@ Freneau, the radical, could write:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Long may Britannia rule our hearts again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rule as she ruled in George the Second's reign."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Long may Britannia rule our hearts again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rule as she ruled in George the Second's reign."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -3905,12 +3941,12 @@ and glorious destiny:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"No pent-up Utica contracts our powers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the whole boundless continent is ours."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"No pent-up Utica contracts our powers,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But the whole boundless continent is ours."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_c" id="Page_c">[Pg c]</a></span>The soul of man stirred by such ideals, and successful +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_c">[Pg c]</a></span>The soul of man stirred by such ideals, and successful in realizing them beyond all dreams, struggled for utterance. It is such upheavals in human society that make poets and bring outbursts of song and @@ -3944,7 +3980,7 @@ the burden. From 1774, when Dwight completed his ever attempted in this country," as he observed in his preface, until 1808, which ends the period with Barlow's "Columbiad"—the "Polyolbion" of American -poetry—the years are strewn thick with the wrecks of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ci" id="Page_ci">[Pg ci]</a></span> +poetry—the years are strewn thick with the wrecks of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ci">[Pg ci]</a></span> epics. Every poet of the era felt his soul burn with the epic fire. Charles Brockden Brown, when only sixteen, had started no less than three of these Homeric @@ -3965,14 +4001,14 @@ with beating heart the words of Seneca:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The time shall come, when numerous years are past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When ocean shall unloose the bands of things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And an extended region rise at last;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The time shall come, when numerous years are past,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When ocean shall unloose the bands of things,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And an extended region rise at last;<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And Typhis shall disclose the mighty land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far, far away, where none have rov'd before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor shall the world's remotest region be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gibraltar's rock, or Thule's savage shore."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And Typhis shall disclose the mighty land<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far, far away, where none have rov'd before;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor shall the world's remotest region be<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gibraltar's rock, or Thule's savage shore."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -3986,12 +4022,12 @@ and the "Pictures of Columbus," which are mere epic fragments. There is an originality and a fire in them utterly new in American poetry. There is poetry of a high order in such a climax as that recording -the soliloquy of the dying Columbus, beginning:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cii" id="Page_cii">[Pg cii]</a></span></p> +the soliloquy of the dying Columbus, beginning:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cii">[Pg cii]</a></span></p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The winds blow high; one other world remains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more without a guide I find the way."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The winds blow high; one other world remains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once more without a guide I find the way."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4003,9 +4039,9 @@ yet in prose or rhyme":</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Now shall the adventurous Muse attempt a theme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More new, more noble, and more flush of fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than all that went before."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now shall the adventurous Muse attempt a theme<br></span> +<span class="i0">More new, more noble, and more flush of fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than all that went before."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4024,10 +4060,10 @@ the time</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">"When we shall spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dominion from the North and South and West,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from the Atlantic to Pacific shores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shackle half the convex of the main."<br /></span> +<span class="i4">"When we shall spread<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dominion from the North and South and West,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far from the Atlantic to Pacific shores,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And shackle half the convex of the main."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4037,23 +4073,23 @@ into true prophetic rapture:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">"I see, I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand kingdoms rais'd, cities, and men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Num'rous as sand upon the ocean shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th' Ohio then shall glide by many a town<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ciii" id="Page_ciii">[Pg ciii]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of note: and where the Mississippi stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By forests shaded now runs weeping on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nations shall grow and States not less in fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than Greece and Rome of old: we too shall boast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Alexanders, Pompeys, heroes, kings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in the womb of time yet dormant lye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waiting the joyful hour of life and light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O snatch us hence, ye muses! to those days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, through the veil of dark antiquity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our sons shall hear of us as things remote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That blossom'd in the morn of days, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could I weep that we were born so soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the beginning of more happy times!<br /></span> +<span class="i8">"I see, I see<br></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand kingdoms rais'd, cities, and men<br></span> +<span class="i0">Num'rous as sand upon the ocean shore;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Th' Ohio then shall glide by many a town<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ciii">[Pg ciii]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Of note: and where the Mississippi stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By forests shaded now runs weeping on,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nations shall grow and States not less in fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than Greece and Rome of old: we too shall boast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our Alexanders, Pompeys, heroes, kings<br></span> +<span class="i0">That in the womb of time yet dormant lye<br></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting the joyful hour of life and light.<br></span> +<span class="i0">O snatch us hence, ye muses! to those days<br></span> +<span class="i0">When, through the veil of dark antiquity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our sons shall hear of us as things remote,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That blossom'd in the morn of days, alas!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could I weep that we were born so soon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the beginning of more happy times!<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4080,7 +4116,7 @@ his earliest years only through the medium of his books, was gradually disillusioned, we have endeavored to show. His first book, put forth in the enthusiasm of inexperience, with his name on the title-page, -was "damned by all good and judicious judges." So<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_civ" id="Page_civ">[Pg civ]</a></span> +was "damned by all good and judicious judges." So<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_civ">[Pg civ]</a></span> was Wordsworth's; so have been the earliest ventures of every innovator in the field of song. Gradually the young poet awoke to a realization of his position: @@ -4107,8 +4143,8 @@ from the house of night, quaking with fear,—</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Beneath my feet substantial darkness lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And screams were heard from the distempered ground,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Beneath my feet substantial darkness lay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And screams were heard from the distempered ground,"<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4121,7 +4157,7 @@ and then the troop of spectres galloping fiercely on Death's horses, while "their busy eyes shot terror to my soul,"—all this is worthy of Poe. As a product of pure imagination, the poem is most remarkable, -especially when we view it in connection with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cv" id="Page_cv">[Pg cv]</a></span> +especially when we view it in connection with the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cv">[Pg cv]</a></span> English literature of its day. In its weird supernaturalism it anticipated Scott, and in its unearthly atmosphere it clearly anticipated Coleridge.</p> @@ -4135,10 +4171,10 @@ a ring of the "Rubaiyat" in a stanza like this:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Count all the trees that crown Jamaica's hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count all the stars that through the heavens you see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count every drop that the wide ocean fills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then count the pleasures Bacchus yields to me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Count all the trees that crown Jamaica's hills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Count all the stars that through the heavens you see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Count every drop that the wide ocean fills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then count the pleasures Bacchus yields to me?"<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4161,7 +4197,7 @@ and city and camp. Even in the war of 1812 his poems flew like leaves everywhere that men were gathered together. To be the lyrist of a righteous revolution, and above all to be the people's poet, is in itself no -small distinction.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cvi" id="Page_cvi">[Pg cvi]</a></span></p> +small distinction.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cvi">[Pg cvi]</a></span></p> <p>His poems of the war are in themselves a running history of the struggle, especially of its last years. @@ -4176,10 +4212,10 @@ at Eutaw Springs, who</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i3">"Saw their injured Country's woe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flaming town, the wasted field;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They took the spear,—but left the shield."<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"Saw their injured Country's woe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The flaming town, the wasted field;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">They took the spear,—but left the shield."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4204,13 +4240,13 @@ poet has excelled this earliest singer of the American ocean. No true patriot can read without a thrill of pride such songs as "Captain Jones's Invitation" and "The Death of Captain Biddle," a song of the intrepid -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cvii" id="Page_cvii">[Pg cvii]</a></span>seaman who from the <i>Randolph</i> poured death into the +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cvii">[Pg cvii]</a></span>seaman who from the <i>Randolph</i> poured death into the British ship:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Tremendous flash! and hark, the ball<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drives through old Yarmouth, flames and all,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Tremendous flash! and hark, the ball<br></span> +<span class="i0">Drives through old Yarmouth, flames and all,"<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4230,12 +4266,12 @@ the very spirit of battle.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"She felt the fury of her ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down, prostrate down, the Britons fall;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The decks are strew'd with slain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jones to the foe his vessel lash'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while the black artillery flash'd<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Loud thunders shook the main."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She felt the fury of her ball,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Down, prostrate down, the Britons fall;<br></span> +<span class="i1">The decks are strew'd with slain:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Jones to the foe his vessel lash'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And while the black artillery flash'd<br></span> +<span class="i1">Loud thunders shook the main."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4248,7 +4284,7 @@ which he knew as the farmer knows his ancestral acres. There is no more true and vigorous picture of an ocean voyage and a naval combat than that contained in Canto I of "The British Prison Ship." The episode -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cviii" id="Page_cviii">[Pg cviii]</a></span>of the boatswain's fiery prayer, just before the conflict, +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cviii">[Pg cviii]</a></span>of the boatswain's fiery prayer, just before the conflict, is unique in literature.</p> <p>The war over, Freneau would return to his dream; @@ -4266,10 +4302,10 @@ over him:</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Expect not in these times of rude renown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That verse like yours will have the chance to please:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No taste for plaintive elegy is known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor lyric ode,—none care for things like these."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Expect not in these times of rude renown<br></span> +<span class="i0">That verse like yours will have the chance to please:<br></span> +<span class="i0">No taste for plaintive elegy is known,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor lyric ode,—none care for things like these."<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4288,7 +4324,7 @@ been whispered to Freneau in his young manhood. Had he been a great world-poet, he would have been heard despite all difficulties; he would have trampled down the barriers about him and have compelled his -age to listen, but the task was beyond him. America,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cix" id="Page_cix">[Pg cix]</a></span> +age to listen, but the task was beyond him. America,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cix">[Pg cix]</a></span> to this day, has produced no poet who single-handed and alone could have performed such a labor of Hercules. Sadly Freneau turned to other things.</p> @@ -4324,15 +4360,15 @@ life of the American tropic islands. We find for the first time examples of that true poetic spirit that can find inspiration in humble and even vulgar things; that, furthermore, can draw from lowly nature and her -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cx" id="Page_cx">[Pg cx]</a></span>commonplaces deep lessons for human life. Freneau +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cx">[Pg cx]</a></span>commonplaces deep lessons for human life. Freneau sees the reflection of the stars in the bosom of the river,</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But when the tide had ebbed away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scene fantastic with it fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bank of mud around me lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sea-weed on the river's bed,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But when the tide had ebbed away<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scene fantastic with it fled,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A bank of mud around me lay<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sea-weed on the river's bed,"<br></span> </div></div> </div> @@ -4365,7 +4401,7 @@ The "Indian Death Song," if it indeed be his, is full of the wild, stoical heroism of the brave who is dying beneath the torture of his enemies. In "The Indian Student" he has covered fully the Indian's love for -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cxi" id="Page_cxi">[Pg cxi]</a></span>the pathless forest, and to the untamable wildness of +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cxi">[Pg cxi]</a></span>the pathless forest, and to the untamable wildness of his nature. "The Dying Indian" and "The Indian Burying-Ground" sum up what is essentially poetic in Indian legend and all that is pathetic in the fate of @@ -4397,16 +4433,16 @@ literary art on this side the water.</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Can we never be thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have learning or grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless it be brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From that damnable place?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Can we never be thought<br></span> +<span class="i0">To have learning or grace<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unless it be brought<br></span> +<span class="i0">From that damnable place?"<br></span> </div></div> </div> <p class="noidt">he cried. But he reckoned without his countrymen. Not until Emerson's day did it dawn upon America -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_cxii" id="Page_cxii">[Pg cxii]</a></span>that it was possible for her to think for herself and +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_cxii">[Pg cxii]</a></span>that it was possible for her to think for herself and make poetry that did not echo the English bards. Thus did America reject her earliest prophet; thus did she stop her ears and compel him to lay aside @@ -4444,84 +4480,82 @@ deserts; and Freneau may even yet be given the place that is his.</p> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Ann Maury's <i>Memoirs of a Huguenot</i>.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Ann Maury's <i>Memoirs of a Huguenot</i>.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> In the possession of the Historical Society of Pennsylvania.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> In the possession of the Historical Society of Pennsylvania.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Madison Papers, Vol. XIII. p. 9.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Madison Papers, Vol. XIII. p. 9.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Introduction to the 1846 edition of "Modern Chivalry."</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Introduction to the 1846 edition of "Modern Chivalry."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> The <i>United States Magazine</i>, February number.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> The <i>United States Magazine</i>, February number.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> A perfectly preserved copy is in the possession of the Historical Society +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> A perfectly preserved copy is in the possession of the Historical Society of Pennsylvania.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> In the possession of Miss Adele M. Sweeney, Jersey City.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_10" id="Footnote_8_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_10"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Published in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>, August 20, 1788.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> In the possession of Miss Adele M. Sweeney, Jersey City.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_11" id="Footnote_9_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_11"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> Published in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>, July 8, 1789.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_8_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_10"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Published in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>, August 20, 1788.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_12" id="Footnote_10_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_12"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <i>American Historical Review</i>, January, 1898.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_9_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_11"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> Published in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>, July 8, 1789.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_13" id="Footnote_11_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_13"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Randall's <i>Life of Jefferson</i>, vol. ii, 78.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_10_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_12"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <i>American Historical Review</i>, January, 1898.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_14" id="Footnote_12_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_14"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Randall's <i>Life of Thomas Jefferson</i>, ii, 81.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_11_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_13"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Randall's <i>Life of Jefferson</i>, vol. ii, 78.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_15" id="Footnote_13_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_15"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <i>Writings of Jefferson</i>, i, 231.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_12_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_14"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Randall's <i>Life of Thomas Jefferson</i>, ii, 81.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_16" id="Footnote_14_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_16"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <i>Writings of Jefferson</i>, i, 251.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_13_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_15"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <i>Writings of Jefferson</i>, i, 231.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_17" id="Footnote_15_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_17"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Wallace Papers, vol. i. Pa. Hist. Soc.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_14_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_16"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <i>Writings of Jefferson</i>, i, 251.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_18" id="Footnote_16_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_18"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. xxi, p. 70.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_15_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_17"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Wallace Papers, vol. i. Pa. Hist. Soc.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_19" id="Footnote_17_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_19"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> In the possession of Adele M. Sweeney.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_16_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_18"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. xxi, p. 70.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_20" id="Footnote_18_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_20"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> In the possession of Mrs. Helen K. Vreeland.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_17_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_19"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> In the possession of Adele M. Sweeney.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_21" id="Footnote_19_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_21"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Madison Papers, xxxiv, p. 77.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_18_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_20"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> In the possession of Mrs. Helen K. Vreeland.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_22" id="Footnote_20_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_22"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. xxxv, p. 17.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_19_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_21"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Madison Papers, xxxiv, p. 77.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_23" id="Footnote_21_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_23"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> Morer. Horace, <i>Epistles</i>, Lib. ii, lines 1-4.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_20_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_22"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. xxxv, p. 17.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_24" id="Footnote_22_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_24"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> Jefferson Papers, series 2, vol. 34, p. 135.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_21_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_23"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> Morer. Horace, <i>Epistles</i>, Lib. ii, lines 1-4.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_25" id="Footnote_23_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_25"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Jefferson Papers, series 2, vol. 34, p. 134.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_22_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_24"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> Jefferson Papers, series 2, vol. 34, p. 135.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_26" id="Footnote_24_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_26"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. liv, p. 49.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_23_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_25"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Jefferson Papers, series 2, vol. 34, p. 134.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_27" id="Footnote_25_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_27"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. liv, p. 49.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_24_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_26"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. liv, p. 49.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_28" id="Footnote_26_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_28"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. lv, p. 5.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_25_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_27"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. liv, p. 49.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_29" id="Footnote_27_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_29"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. lv, p. 77.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_26_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_28"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. lv, p. 5.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_30" id="Footnote_28_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_30"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Contributed to Duyckinck's <i>Cyclopædia of American Literature</i>.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_27_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_29"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> Madison Papers, vol. lv, p. 77.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_28_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_30"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Contributed to Duyckinck's <i>Cyclopædia of American Literature</i>.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> -<h1><a name="PART_I" id="PART_I"></a>PART I</h1> -<h1>EARLY POEMS</h1> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<div class="h1"><a id="PART_I"></a>PART I</div> -<h2>1768—1775</h2> +<div class="h1">EARLY POEMS</div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> +<div class="h2">1768—1775</div> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> -<h2>THE</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> -<h1>POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h1> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE<br>POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU</h2> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="THE_HISTORY_OF_THE_PROPHET_JONAH29" id="THE_HISTORY_OF_THE_PROPHET_JONAH29"></a>THE HISTORY OF THE PROPHET JONAH<a name="FNanchor_29_31" id="FNanchor_29_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_31" class="fnanchor">[29]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="THE_HISTORY_OF_THE_PROPHET_JONAH29"></a>THE HISTORY OF THE PROPHET JONAH<a id="FNanchor_29_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_31" class="fnanchor">[29]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">Versified (or rather paraphrased) from the sacred writings.</p> @@ -4529,391 +4563,391 @@ of Pennsylvania.</p></div> <h4><span class="smcap">Canto I.</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">In ages past, when smit with warmth sublime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their bards foretold the dark events of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And piercing forward through the mystic shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kings yet to come, and chiefs unborn survey'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amittai's son perceiv'd, among the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mighty flame usurp his labouring breast:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this, in dreams, the voice unerring came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Him, who lives through every age the same:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Arise! and o'er the intervening waste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To Nineveh's imperial turrets haste;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That mighty town to ruin I decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Proclaim destruction, and proclaim from me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Too long it stands, to God and man a foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Without one virtue left to shield the blow;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Guilt, black as night, their speedy ruin brings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And hottest vengeance from the King of Kings."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The prophet heard—but dared to disobey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Weak as he was) and fled a different way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Joppa's port a trading ship he found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far o'er the main to distant Tarshish bound:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The price of passage to her chief he paid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there conceal'd with wandering sailors stay'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His purpose fixt, at once perverse and blind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave his country, and his God behind.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But He who spread the ocean's vast expanse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And views all nature with a single glance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forth from its prison bade the tempest fly—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tempest swell'd the ocean to the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trembling barque, as the fierce billow knocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce bears the fury of repeated shocks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her crew distrest, astonish'd and afraid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each to his various god in anguish pray'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor trust alone to penitence and prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They clear the decks, and for the worst prepare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The costly lading to the deep they throw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lighter o'er the billows she may go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor with regret the wealthy cargo spared,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For wealth is nothing when with life compared.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But to the ship's remotest chambers fled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There pensive Jonah droop'd his languid head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, new to all the dangers of the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had sunk, dejected, in the arms of sleep—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas then the master broke the prophet's rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus exclaim'd, and smote his frantic breast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O sleeper, from thy stupid slumbers rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"At such an hour can sleep invade thine eyes?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"If ever thou to heaven didst send a prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Now send thy warmest supplications there,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Perhaps thy God may pity our distress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And save us, foundering in this dark abyss."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus warn'd, the seer his vows repentant paid—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meantime, the seamen to their fellows said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No common waves our shatter'd vessel rend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"There must be one for whom these storms impend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Some wretch we bear, for whom these billows rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Foe to the gods, and hated by the skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Come, since the billows all our arts defy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Come, let the lot decide for whom we die."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Instant the lots amidst the vase they threw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the markt lot dejected Jonah drew!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then thus their chief the guilty man address'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Say, for what crime of thine are we distrest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What is thy country, what thy calling, say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Whence dost thou come, what potentate obey?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Unfold it all, nor be the truth deny'd."—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The master spoke, and Jonah thus reply'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"A Hebrew I, from neighbouring regions came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A Jewish prophet, of no vulgar fame:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That God I fear who spread this raging sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who fixt the shores by his supreme decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And reigns throughout immeasurable space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"His footstool earth, the heaven his dwelling place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But I, regardless of his high command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"His mandate slighting, fled my native land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Fool that I was, from Joppa's port to fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who thought to shun his all-pervading eye!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For this the tempest rends each tatter'd sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For this your vessel scarce supports the gale!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The seamen heard, distracted and dismay'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thus again their trembling pilot said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"How couldst thou thus, ungenerous as thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Affront thy patron, and with us depart?—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Lo! for thy crimes, and not our own, we die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Mark, how the wild waves threaten from on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Our sails in fragments flit before the blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Scarce to its station we confine the mast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What shall we do, unhappy man, declare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"How shall we act, or how direct our prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That angry Neptune may his rage restrain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And hush once more these tumults of the main?"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The seer reply'd, "The means are in your power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To still the tempest in this dreadful hour:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"High on the sea-beat prow will I ascend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And let the boldest of your crew attend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To plunge me headlong from that giddy steep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Down to the bosom of the unfathom'd deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"So shall the ocean from its raging cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And the fierce tempest soon be hush'd to peace:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"'Tis for my crimes this angry ocean raves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"'Tis for my sin we plough these fearful waves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Dislodge me soon—the storm shall then decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Which still grows louder while on board I stay."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus he—but they, to save their vagrant guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Refus'd as yet to grant his strange request,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though aloft on mountain waves they ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tost galley reels from side to side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet to their breasts they drew the sweepy oar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vainly strove to gain the distant shore:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ruffian winds refuse that wish'd retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fiercer o'er the decks the billows beat.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then to the skies the chief his prayer addrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thou Jove supreme, the greatest and the best!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Because thy sovereign pleasure doth require<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That death alone must satisfy thine ire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O spare us for thy dying prophet's sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nor let us perish for the life we take;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"If we are wrong, his lot was thy decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And thou hast done as it seem'd best to thee."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then from the summit of the washy prow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They plunged the prophet to the depths below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And straight the winds, and straight the billows cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every threatening surge lay hush'd in peace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trembling crew adore the Power Supreme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who kindly thus from ruin rescued them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their vows they send to his imperial throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And victims offer to this God unknown.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In ages past, when smit with warmth sublime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their bards foretold the dark events of time,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And piercing forward through the mystic shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Kings yet to come, and chiefs unborn survey'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Amittai's son perceiv'd, among the rest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mighty flame usurp his labouring breast:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">For this, in dreams, the voice unerring came<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Him, who lives through every age the same:<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Arise! and o'er the intervening waste,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To Nineveh's imperial turrets haste;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That mighty town to ruin I decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Proclaim destruction, and proclaim from me:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Too long it stands, to God and man a foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Without one virtue left to shield the blow;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Guilt, black as night, their speedy ruin brings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And hottest vengeance from the King of Kings."<br></span> +<span class="i2">The prophet heard—but dared to disobey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Weak as he was) and fled a different way;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In Joppa's port a trading ship he found<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far o'er the main to distant Tarshish bound:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The price of passage to her chief he paid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And there conceal'd with wandering sailors stay'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His purpose fixt, at once perverse and blind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To leave his country, and his God behind.<br></span> +<span class="i2">But He who spread the ocean's vast expanse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And views all nature with a single glance,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forth from its prison bade the tempest fly—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tempest swell'd the ocean to the sky;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The trembling barque, as the fierce billow knocks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce bears the fury of repeated shocks;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her crew distrest, astonish'd and afraid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each to his various god in anguish pray'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor trust alone to penitence and prayer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They clear the decks, and for the worst prepare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The costly lading to the deep they throw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That lighter o'er the billows she may go,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor with regret the wealthy cargo spared,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For wealth is nothing when with life compared.<br></span> +<span class="i2">But to the ship's remotest chambers fled<br></span> +<span class="i0">There pensive Jonah droop'd his languid head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, new to all the dangers of the deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had sunk, dejected, in the arms of sleep—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas then the master broke the prophet's rest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And thus exclaim'd, and smote his frantic breast—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O sleeper, from thy stupid slumbers rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"At such an hour can sleep invade thine eyes?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"If ever thou to heaven didst send a prayer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Now send thy warmest supplications there,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Perhaps thy God may pity our distress,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And save us, foundering in this dark abyss."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Thus warn'd, the seer his vows repentant paid—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime, the seamen to their fellows said:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No common waves our shatter'd vessel rend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"There must be one for whom these storms impend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Some wretch we bear, for whom these billows rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Foe to the gods, and hated by the skies;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Come, since the billows all our arts defy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Come, let the lot decide for whom we die."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Instant the lots amidst the vase they threw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the markt lot dejected Jonah drew!<br></span> +<span class="i2">Then thus their chief the guilty man address'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Say, for what crime of thine are we distrest?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What is thy country, what thy calling, say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Whence dost thou come, what potentate obey?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Unfold it all, nor be the truth deny'd."—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The master spoke, and Jonah thus reply'd:<br></span> +<span class="i2">"A Hebrew I, from neighbouring regions came,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"A Jewish prophet, of no vulgar fame:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That God I fear who spread this raging sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Who fixt the shores by his supreme decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And reigns throughout immeasurable space,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"His footstool earth, the heaven his dwelling place.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But I, regardless of his high command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"His mandate slighting, fled my native land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Fool that I was, from Joppa's port to fly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Who thought to shun his all-pervading eye!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For this the tempest rends each tatter'd sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For this your vessel scarce supports the gale!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">The seamen heard, distracted and dismay'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When thus again their trembling pilot said:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"How couldst thou thus, ungenerous as thou art,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Affront thy patron, and with us depart?—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Lo! for thy crimes, and not our own, we die;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Mark, how the wild waves threaten from on high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Our sails in fragments flit before the blast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Scarce to its station we confine the mast;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What shall we do, unhappy man, declare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"How shall we act, or how direct our prayer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That angry Neptune may his rage restrain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And hush once more these tumults of the main?"<br></span> +<span class="i2">The seer reply'd, "The means are in your power<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To still the tempest in this dreadful hour:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"High on the sea-beat prow will I ascend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And let the boldest of your crew attend<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To plunge me headlong from that giddy steep<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Down to the bosom of the unfathom'd deep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"So shall the ocean from its raging cease,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And the fierce tempest soon be hush'd to peace:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis for my crimes this angry ocean raves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis for my sin we plough these fearful waves;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Dislodge me soon—the storm shall then decay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Which still grows louder while on board I stay."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Thus he—but they, to save their vagrant guest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Refus'd as yet to grant his strange request,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And though aloft on mountain waves they ride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the tost galley reels from side to side,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet to their breasts they drew the sweepy oar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And vainly strove to gain the distant shore:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The ruffian winds refuse that wish'd retreat,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fiercer o'er the decks the billows beat.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Then to the skies the chief his prayer addrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou Jove supreme, the greatest and the best!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Because thy sovereign pleasure doth require<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That death alone must satisfy thine ire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O spare us for thy dying prophet's sake,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nor let us perish for the life we take;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"If we are wrong, his lot was thy decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And thou hast done as it seem'd best to thee."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Then from the summit of the washy prow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They plunged the prophet to the depths below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And straight the winds, and straight the billows cease,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every threatening surge lay hush'd in peace;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The trembling crew adore the Power Supreme<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who kindly thus from ruin rescued them;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their vows they send to his imperial throne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And victims offer to this God unknown.<br></span> </div></div> <h4><span class="smcap">Canto II.</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">When from the prow's intimidating height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They plung'd the prophet to the realms of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not long he languished in the briny deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In death's cold arms not yet decreed to sleep.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jehovah saw him, from the abodes of bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunk to the bottom of the vast abyss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade a whale, the mightiest of the kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His prophet in these dismal mansions find—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hostile form, approaching through the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Receiv'd him living to a living grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where three long days in dark distress he lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oft repenting, to his God did pray—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The power benign, propitious to his prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bade the huge fish to neighbouring shores repair—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instant the whale obey'd the high command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cast him safe on Palestina's strand.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The prophet then his past transgressions mourn'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grateful, thus to heaven his thanks return'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Afflicted from the depths of hell I pray'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The dark abyss of everlasting shade:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"My God in mercy heard the earnest prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And dying Jonah felt thy presence there.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Because I dared thy mandate disobey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Far didst thou plunge me from the face of day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In the vast ocean, where no land is found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The mighty waters closed thy prophet round:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"On me the waves their utmost fury spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And all thy billows o'er my body went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yet then, surrounded by the dismal shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thus to my Maker from the depths I said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Though hid beneath the caverns of the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To thy blest temple will I look again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Though from thy sight to utter darkness thrown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Still will I trust, and trust on thee alone—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With anguish deep I felt the billows roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Scarce in her mansion stay'd my frighted soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"About my head were wrapt the weeds of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And darkness, mingled with no ray of light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I reached the caves the briny ocean fills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I reached the bases of the infernal hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Earth, with her bars, encompass'd me around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yet, from the bottom of that dark profound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where life no more the swelling vein supplies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And death reposes, didst thou bid me rise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"When fainting nature bow'd to thy decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And the lone spirit had prepar'd to flee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Then from my prison I remember'd thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"My prayer towards thy heavenly temple came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The temple sacred to Jehovah's name.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Unhappy they, who vanities pursue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And lies believing, their own souls undo—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But to thine ear my grateful song shall rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For thee shall smoke the atoning sacrifice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"My vows I'll pay at thy imperial throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Since my salvation was from thee alone."<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> +<span class="i2">When from the prow's intimidating height<br></span> +<span class="i0">They plung'd the prophet to the realms of night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not long he languished in the briny deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In death's cold arms not yet decreed to sleep.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Jehovah saw him, from the abodes of bliss,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sunk to the bottom of the vast abyss,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bade a whale, the mightiest of the kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His prophet in these dismal mansions find—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The hostile form, approaching through the wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Receiv'd him living to a living grave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where three long days in dark distress he lay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And oft repenting, to his God did pray—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The power benign, propitious to his prayer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bade the huge fish to neighbouring shores repair—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Instant the whale obey'd the high command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And cast him safe on Palestina's strand.<br></span> +<span class="i2">The prophet then his past transgressions mourn'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And grateful, thus to heaven his thanks return'd:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Afflicted from the depths of hell I pray'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The dark abyss of everlasting shade:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"My God in mercy heard the earnest prayer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And dying Jonah felt thy presence there.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Because I dared thy mandate disobey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Far didst thou plunge me from the face of day:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In the vast ocean, where no land is found,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The mighty waters closed thy prophet round:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"On me the waves their utmost fury spent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And all thy billows o'er my body went,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet then, surrounded by the dismal shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thus to my Maker from the depths I said:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Though hid beneath the caverns of the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To thy blest temple will I look again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Though from thy sight to utter darkness thrown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Still will I trust, and trust on thee alone—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With anguish deep I felt the billows roll,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Scarce in her mansion stay'd my frighted soul;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"About my head were wrapt the weeds of night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And darkness, mingled with no ray of light;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I reached the caves the briny ocean fills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I reached the bases of the infernal hills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Earth, with her bars, encompass'd me around,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet, from the bottom of that dark profound<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where life no more the swelling vein supplies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And death reposes, didst thou bid me rise.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"When fainting nature bow'd to thy decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And the lone spirit had prepar'd to flee,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Then from my prison I remember'd thee.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"My prayer towards thy heavenly temple came,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The temple sacred to Jehovah's name.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Unhappy they, who vanities pursue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And lies believing, their own souls undo—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But to thine ear my grateful song shall rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For thee shall smoke the atoning sacrifice,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"My vows I'll pay at thy imperial throne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Since my salvation was from thee alone."<br></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> <h4><span class="smcap">Canto III.</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Once more the voice to humbled Jonah came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Him, who lives through every age the same:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Arise! and o'er the intervening waste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To Nineveh's exalted turrets haste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And what to thee my Spirit shall reveal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That preach—nor dare the sacred truth conceal—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To desolation I that town decree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Proclaim destruction, and proclaim from me."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Obedient to Jehovah's high command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prophet rose, and left Judea's land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now he near the spiry city drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Euphrates pass'd, and rapid Tigris too:)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So vast the bulk of this prodigious place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three days were scant its lengthy streets to trace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as he enter'd, on the first sad day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus he began his tidings of dismay:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"O Nineveh! to heaven's decree attend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yet forty days, and all thy glories end;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yet forty days, the skies protract thy fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And desolation then shall bury all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thy proudest towers their utter ruin mourn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And domes and temples unextinguished burn!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O Nineveh! the God of armies dooms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thy thousand streets to never-ending glooms:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Through mouldering fanes the hollow winds shall roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And vultures scream where monarchy lodg'd before!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thy guilty sons shall bow beneath the sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thy captive matrons own a foreign lord.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Such is the vengeance that the heavens decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Such is the ruin that must bury thee!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The people heard, and smit with instant fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believ'd the fatal warnings of the seer:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This sudden ruin so their souls distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That each with sackcloth did his limbs invest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From him that glitter'd on the regal throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him that did beneath the burden groan.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon to their monarch came this voice of fate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who left his throne and costly robes of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And o'er his limbs a vest of sackcloth drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sate in ashes, sorrowful to view—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lords and nobles, now repentant grown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With equal grief their various sins bemoan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the city sent this loud decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With threatening back'd, and dreadful penalty:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Ye Ninevites! your wonted food refrain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nor touch, ye beasts, the herbage of the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Let all that live be humbled to the dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nor taste the waters, though ye die of thirst;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Let men and beasts the garb of sorrow wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And beg yon' skies these guilty walls to spare:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Let all repent the evil they pursue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And curse the mischief that their hands would do—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Perhaps that God, who leans to mercy still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And sent a prophet to declare his will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"May yet the vengeance he designs, adjourn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And, ere we perish, from his anger turn."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Jehovah heard, and pleas'd beheld at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their deep repentance for transgressions past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pity moved, he heard the earnest prayer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this vast city, humbled in despair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though justly due, his anger dies away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He bids the angel of destruction stay:—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The obedient angel hears the high command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sheathes the sword, he drew to smite the land.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> +<span class="i2">Once more the voice to humbled Jonah came<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Him, who lives through every age the same:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Arise! and o'er the intervening waste<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To Nineveh's exalted turrets haste,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And what to thee my Spirit shall reveal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That preach—nor dare the sacred truth conceal—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To desolation I that town decree;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Proclaim destruction, and proclaim from me."<br></span> +<span class="i0">Obedient to Jehovah's high command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The prophet rose, and left Judea's land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And now he near the spiry city drew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Euphrates pass'd, and rapid Tigris too:)<br></span> +<span class="i0">So vast the bulk of this prodigious place,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three days were scant its lengthy streets to trace;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But as he enter'd, on the first sad day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus he began his tidings of dismay:<br></span> +<span class="i2">"O Nineveh! to heaven's decree attend!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet forty days, and all thy glories end;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet forty days, the skies protract thy fall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And desolation then shall bury all,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy proudest towers their utter ruin mourn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And domes and temples unextinguished burn!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O Nineveh! the God of armies dooms<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy thousand streets to never-ending glooms:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Through mouldering fanes the hollow winds shall roar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And vultures scream where monarchy lodg'd before!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy guilty sons shall bow beneath the sword,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy captive matrons own a foreign lord.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Such is the vengeance that the heavens decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Such is the ruin that must bury thee!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">The people heard, and smit with instant fear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Believ'd the fatal warnings of the seer:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">This sudden ruin so their souls distrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That each with sackcloth did his limbs invest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From him that glitter'd on the regal throne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To him that did beneath the burden groan.—<br></span> +<span class="i2">Soon to their monarch came this voice of fate.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who left his throne and costly robes of state,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er his limbs a vest of sackcloth drew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sate in ashes, sorrowful to view—<br></span> +<span class="i0">His lords and nobles, now repentant grown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With equal grief their various sins bemoan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And through the city sent this loud decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With threatening back'd, and dreadful penalty:<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Ye Ninevites! your wonted food refrain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nor touch, ye beasts, the herbage of the plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Let all that live be humbled to the dust,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nor taste the waters, though ye die of thirst;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Let men and beasts the garb of sorrow wear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And beg yon' skies these guilty walls to spare:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Let all repent the evil they pursue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And curse the mischief that their hands would do—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Perhaps that God, who leans to mercy still,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And sent a prophet to declare his will,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"May yet the vengeance he designs, adjourn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And, ere we perish, from his anger turn."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Jehovah heard, and pleas'd beheld at last<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their deep repentance for transgressions past,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With pity moved, he heard the earnest prayer<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of this vast city, humbled in despair;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though justly due, his anger dies away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He bids the angel of destruction stay:—<br></span> +<span class="i2">The obedient angel hears the high command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sheathes the sword, he drew to smite the land.<br></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> <h4><span class="smcap">Canto IV.</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">But anger swell'd the haughty prophet's breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rage burn'd within, and robb'd his soul of rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such was his pride, he wish'd they all in flame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might rather perish than belie his fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And God's own bolts the tottering towers assail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And millions perish, than his word should fail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then to the heavens he sent this peevish prayer—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Vain, impious man, to send such pinings there):<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"While yet within my native land, I stay'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"This would at last reward my toil, I said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Destruction through the Assyrian streets to cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And then the event my mission falsify;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For this I strove to shun thy sight before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And sought repose upon a foreign shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I knew thou wert so gracious and so kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Such mercy sways thy all creating mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Averse thy bolts of vengeance to employ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And still relenting when you should'st destroy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That when I had declar'd thy sacred will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thou would'st not what I prophesy'd fulfil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But leave me thus to scorn, contempt, and shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A lying prophet, blasted in my fame—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And now, I pray thee, grant my last request,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O take my life, so wretched and unblest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"If here I stay, 'tis but to grieve and sigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Then take my life—'tis better far to die!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Is it thy place to swell with rage and pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"(Thus to his pining prophet, God reply'd)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Say is it just thy heart should burn with ire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Because yon' city is not wrapt in fire?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What if I choose its ruin to delay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And send destruction on some future day,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Must thou, for that, with wasting anguish sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And, hostile to my pleasure, wish to die?"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then Jonah parted from the mourning town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And near its eastern limits sate him down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A booth he builded with assiduous care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Form'd of the cypress boughs that flourish'd there)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And anxious now beneath their shadow lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waiting the issue of the fortieth day—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As yet uncertain if the Power Divine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or would to mercy, or to wrath incline—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Meantime the leaves that roof'd his arbour o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrunk up and faded, sheltered him no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But God ordain'd a thrifty gourd to rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To screen his prophet from the scorching skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High o'er his head aspired the spreading leaf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too fondly meant to mitigate his grief.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So close a foliage o'er his head was made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That not a beam could pierce the happy shade:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wondering seer perceiv'd the branches grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bless'd the shadow that reliev'd his woe;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But when the next bright morn began to shine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(So God ordain'd) a worm attack'd the vine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath his bite its goodly leaves decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wasting, withering, die before the day!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then as the lamp of heaven still higher rose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From eastern skies a sultry tempest blows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vertic sun as fiercely pour'd his ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beam'd around insufferable day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How beat those beams on Jonah's fainting head!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How oft he wish'd a place among the dead!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All he could do, was now to grieve and sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His life detest, and beg of God to die.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Again, Jehovah to his prophet said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Art thou so angry for thy vanish'd shade—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For a mere shadow dost thou well to grieve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For this poor loss would'st thou thy being leave?"—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"My rage is just, (the frantic prophet cry'd),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"My last, my only comfort is deny'd—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The spreading vine that form'd my leafy bower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Behold it vanish'd in the needful hour!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To beating winds and sultry suns a prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"My fainting spirit droops and dies away—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Give me a mansion in my native dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For though I die with rage, my rage is just."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once more the Almighty deign'd to make reply—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Does this lost <i>gourd</i> thy sorrow swell so high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Whose</i> friendly shade not to thy toil was due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Alone it sprouted and alone it grew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A night beheld its branches waving high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And the next sun beheld those branches die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And should not pity move the Lord of all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To spare the vast Assyrian capital,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Within whose walls uncounted myriads stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Their Father I, my sinful offspring they?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Should they not move the creating mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With six score thousand of the infant kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And herds untold that graze the spacious field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For whom yon' meads their stores of fragrance yield;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Should I this royal city wrap in flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And slaughter millions to support thy fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"When now repentant to their God they turn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And their past follies, low in ashes, mourn?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Vain, thoughtless wretch, recall thy weak request,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Death never came to man a welcome guest;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Why wish to die—what madness prompts thy mind?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Too long the days of darkness thou shalt find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Life was a blessing by thy Maker meant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Dost thou despise the blessings he has lent—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Enjoy my gifts while yet the seasons run<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"True to their months, and social with the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"When to the dust my mandate bids thee fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"All these are lost, for death conceals them all—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No more the sun illumes the sprightly day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The seasons vanish, and the stars decay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The trees, the flowers, no more thy sense delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Death shades them all in ever-during night.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Then think not long the little space I lent—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of thy own sins, like Nineveh, repent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Rejoice at last the mighty change to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And bear with them as I have borne with thee."<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_31" id="Footnote_29_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_31"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> Found only in the 1786, 1795, and 1809 editions of the poet. The 1786 +<span class="i2">But anger swell'd the haughty prophet's breast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rage burn'd within, and robb'd his soul of rest;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such was his pride, he wish'd they all in flame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Might rather perish than belie his fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And God's own bolts the tottering towers assail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And millions perish, than his word should fail.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the heavens he sent this peevish prayer—<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Vain, impious man, to send such pinings there):<br></span> +<span class="i2">"While yet within my native land, I stay'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"This would at last reward my toil, I said,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Destruction through the Assyrian streets to cry,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And then the event my mission falsify;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For this I strove to shun thy sight before,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And sought repose upon a foreign shore;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I knew thou wert so gracious and so kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Such mercy sways thy all creating mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Averse thy bolts of vengeance to employ,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And still relenting when you should'st destroy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That when I had declar'd thy sacred will,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou would'st not what I prophesy'd fulfil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But leave me thus to scorn, contempt, and shame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"A lying prophet, blasted in my fame—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And now, I pray thee, grant my last request,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O take my life, so wretched and unblest!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"If here I stay, 'tis but to grieve and sigh;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Then take my life—'tis better far to die!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Is it thy place to swell with rage and pride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"(Thus to his pining prophet, God reply'd)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Say is it just thy heart should burn with ire<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Because yon' city is not wrapt in fire?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What if I choose its ruin to delay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And send destruction on some future day,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Must thou, for that, with wasting anguish sigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And, hostile to my pleasure, wish to die?"<br></span> +<span class="i2">Then Jonah parted from the mourning town,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And near its eastern limits sate him down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A booth he builded with assiduous care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Form'd of the cypress boughs that flourish'd there)<br></span> +<span class="i0">And anxious now beneath their shadow lay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting the issue of the fortieth day—<br></span> +<span class="i0">As yet uncertain if the Power Divine<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or would to mercy, or to wrath incline—<br></span> +<span class="i2">Meantime the leaves that roof'd his arbour o'er,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shrunk up and faded, sheltered him no more;<br></span> +<span class="i2">But God ordain'd a thrifty gourd to rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To screen his prophet from the scorching skies;<br></span> +<span class="i0">High o'er his head aspired the spreading leaf,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too fondly meant to mitigate his grief.<br></span> +<span class="i0">So close a foliage o'er his head was made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That not a beam could pierce the happy shade:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The wondering seer perceiv'd the branches grow<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bless'd the shadow that reliev'd his woe;<br></span> +<span class="i2">But when the next bright morn began to shine<br></span> +<span class="i0">(So God ordain'd) a worm attack'd the vine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath his bite its goodly leaves decay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And wasting, withering, die before the day!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then as the lamp of heaven still higher rose<br></span> +<span class="i0">From eastern skies a sultry tempest blows,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The vertic sun as fiercely pour'd his ray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And beam'd around insufferable day.<br></span> +<span class="i0">How beat those beams on Jonah's fainting head!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How oft he wish'd a place among the dead!<br></span> +<span class="i0">All he could do, was now to grieve and sigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His life detest, and beg of God to die.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Again, Jehovah to his prophet said,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Art thou so angry for thy vanish'd shade—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"For a mere shadow dost thou well to grieve,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For this poor loss would'st thou thy being leave?"—<br></span> +<span class="i2">"My rage is just, (the frantic prophet cry'd),<br></span> +<span class="i0">"My last, my only comfort is deny'd—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The spreading vine that form'd my leafy bower;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Behold it vanish'd in the needful hour!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To beating winds and sultry suns a prey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"My fainting spirit droops and dies away—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Give me a mansion in my native dust,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For though I die with rage, my rage is just."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Once more the Almighty deign'd to make reply—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Does this lost <i>gourd</i> thy sorrow swell so high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Whose</i> friendly shade not to thy toil was due,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Alone it sprouted and alone it grew;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"A night beheld its branches waving high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And the next sun beheld those branches die;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And should not pity move the Lord of all<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To spare the vast Assyrian capital,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Within whose walls uncounted myriads stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Their Father I, my sinful offspring they?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Should they not move the creating mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With six score thousand of the infant kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And herds untold that graze the spacious field,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For whom yon' meads their stores of fragrance yield;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Should I this royal city wrap in flame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And slaughter millions to support thy fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"When now repentant to their God they turn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And their past follies, low in ashes, mourn?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Vain, thoughtless wretch, recall thy weak request,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Death never came to man a welcome guest;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Why wish to die—what madness prompts thy mind?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Too long the days of darkness thou shalt find;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Life was a blessing by thy Maker meant,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Dost thou despise the blessings he has lent—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Enjoy my gifts while yet the seasons run<br></span> +<span class="i0">"True to their months, and social with the sun;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"When to the dust my mandate bids thee fall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"All these are lost, for death conceals them all—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No more the sun illumes the sprightly day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The seasons vanish, and the stars decay:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The trees, the flowers, no more thy sense delight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Death shades them all in ever-during night.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Then think not long the little space I lent—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of thy own sins, like Nineveh, repent;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Rejoice at last the mighty change to see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And bear with them as I have borne with thee."<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_29_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_31"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> Found only in the 1786, 1795, and 1809 editions of the poet. The 1786 edition has the note: "This is rather to be considered as a paraphrase upon than a mere versification of the story of the Bible. Done in the year 1768."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="THE_ADVENTURES_OF_SIMON_SWAUGUM" id="THE_ADVENTURES_OF_SIMON_SWAUGUM"></a>THE ADVENTURES OF SIMON SWAUGUM,<br /> -A VILLAGE MERCHANT<a name="FNanchor_30_32" id="FNanchor_30_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_32" class="fnanchor">[30]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="THE_ADVENTURES_OF_SIMON_SWAUGUM"></a>THE ADVENTURES OF SIMON SWAUGUM,<br> +A VILLAGE MERCHANT<a id="FNanchor_30_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_32" class="fnanchor">[30]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">Written in 1768.</p> @@ -4921,196 +4955,196 @@ A VILLAGE MERCHANT<a name="FNanchor_30_32" id="FNanchor_30_32"></a><a href="#Foo <h4><span class="smcap">Preliminary Particulars</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Sprung from a race that had long till'd the soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And first disrobed it of its native trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wish'd to heir their lands, but not their toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thought the ploughman's life no life of ease;—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"'Tis wrong (said he) these pretty hands to wound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With felling oaks, or delving in the ground:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I, who at least have forty pounds in cash<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And in a country store might cut a dash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Why should I till these barren fields (he said)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I who have learnt to cypher, write and read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"These fields that shrubs, and weeds, and brambles bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That pay me not, and only bring me care!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some thoughts had he, long while, to quit the sod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sea-port towns to try his luck in trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, then, their ways of living seem'd most odd—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For dusty streets to leave his native shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From grassy plats to pebbled walks removed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The more he thought of them, the less he loved:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The city springs he could not drink, and still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Preferr'd the fountain near some bushy hill:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet no splendid objects there were seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No distant hills, in gaudy colours clad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look where you would, the prospect was but mean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scrub oaks, and scatter'd pines, and willows sad—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Banks of a shallow river, stain'd with mud;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A stream, where never swell'd the tide of flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor lofty ship her topsails did unlose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor sailor sail'd, except in long canoes.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It would have puzzled Faustus, to have told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What did attach him to this paltry spot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where even the house he heir'd was very old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all its outworks hardly worth a groat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet so it was, the fancy took his brain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A country shop might here some custom gain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whiskey, he knew, would always be in vogue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While there are country squires to take a cogue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laces and lawns would draw each rural maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one must have her shawl, and one her shade.—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></div></div> - - -<h4><span class="smcap">The Shop Described and the<br /> +<span class="i2">Sprung from a race that had long till'd the soil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And first disrobed it of its native trees,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He wish'd to heir their lands, but not their toil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And thought the ploughman's life no life of ease;—<br></span> +<span class="i2">"'Tis wrong (said he) these pretty hands to wound<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With felling oaks, or delving in the ground:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"I, who at least have forty pounds in cash<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And in a country store might cut a dash,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Why should I till these barren fields (he said)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I who have learnt to cypher, write and read,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"These fields that shrubs, and weeds, and brambles bear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That pay me not, and only bring me care!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">Some thoughts had he, long while, to quit the sod,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In sea-port towns to try his luck in trade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, then, their ways of living seem'd most odd—<br></span> +<span class="i0">For dusty streets to leave his native shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From grassy plats to pebbled walks removed—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The more he thought of them, the less he loved:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The city springs he could not drink, and still<br></span> +<span class="i0">Preferr'd the fountain near some bushy hill:<br></span> +<span class="i2">And yet no splendid objects there were seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No distant hills, in gaudy colours clad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Look where you would, the prospect was but mean,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scrub oaks, and scatter'd pines, and willows sad—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Banks of a shallow river, stain'd with mud;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A stream, where never swell'd the tide of flood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor lofty ship her topsails did unlose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sailor sail'd, except in long canoes.<br></span> +<span class="i2">It would have puzzled Faustus, to have told,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What did attach him to this paltry spot;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where even the house he heir'd was very old,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all its outworks hardly worth a groat:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet so it was, the fancy took his brain<br></span> +<span class="i0">A country shop might here some custom gain:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whiskey, he knew, would always be in vogue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While there are country squires to take a cogue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Laces and lawns would draw each rural maid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And one must have her shawl, and one her shade.—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></div></div> + + +<h4><span class="smcap">The Shop Described and the<br> Merchant's Outset</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Hard by the road a pigmy building stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thatch'd was its roof, and earthen were its floors;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So small its size, that, in a jesting mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It might be call'd a house turn'd out of doors—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet here, adjacent to an aged oak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full fifty years old dad his hams did smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor ceas'd the trade, 'till worn with years and spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Pluto's smoke-house he, himself, was sent.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hither our merchant turn'd his curious eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mused awhile upon this sable shell;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Here father smoked his hogs (he said) and why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In truth, may not our garret do as well?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, down he took his hams and bacon flitches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolv'd to fill the place with other riches;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From every hole and cranny brush'd the soot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fixt up shelves throughout the crazy hut;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A counter, too, most cunningly was plann'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind whose breast-work none but he might stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Excepting now and then, by special grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some brother merchant from some other place.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now, muster'd up his cash, and said his prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Sunday suit he rigs himself for town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two raw-boned steeds (design'd for great affairs)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are to the waggon hitch'd, old Bay and Brown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who ne'er had been before a league from home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now are doom'd full many a mile to roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like merchant-ships, a various freight to bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ribbons, lawns, and many a tawdry thing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Molasses too, blest sweet, was not forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And island Rum, that every taste delights,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And teas, for maid and matron must be bought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rosin and catgut strings for fiddling wights—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why should I his invoice here repeat?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twould be like counting grains in pecks of wheat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half Europe's goods were on his invoice found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all was to be bought with forty pound!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon as the early dawn proclaim'd the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cock'd his hat with pins, and comb'd his hair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Curious it was, and laughable to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The village-merchant, mounted in his chair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shelves, piled with lawns and linens, in his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coatings and stuffs, and cloths, and scarlets red—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that would suit man, woman, girl, or boy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Muslins and muslinets, jeans, grograms, corduroy.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alack! said I, he little, little dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all the cash he guards with studious care—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His cash! the mother of a thousand schemes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will hardly buy a load of earthen ware!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why should I excite the hidden tear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By whispering truths ungrateful to his ear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still let him travel on, with scheming pate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As disappointment never comes too late.—<br /></span> -</div></div> - - - - -<h4><span class="smcap">His Journey to the Metropolis; and Mercantile<br /> +<span class="i2">Hard by the road a pigmy building stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thatch'd was its roof, and earthen were its floors;<br></span> +<span class="i0">So small its size, that, in a jesting mood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">It might be call'd a house turn'd out of doors—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet here, adjacent to an aged oak,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full fifty years old dad his hams did smoke,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ceas'd the trade, 'till worn with years and spent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Pluto's smoke-house he, himself, was sent.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Hither our merchant turn'd his curious eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mused awhile upon this sable shell;<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Here father smoked his hogs (he said) and why<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In truth, may not our garret do as well?"<br></span> +<span class="i0">So, down he took his hams and bacon flitches,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resolv'd to fill the place with other riches;<br></span> +<span class="i0">From every hole and cranny brush'd the soot,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fixt up shelves throughout the crazy hut;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A counter, too, most cunningly was plann'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behind whose breast-work none but he might stand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Excepting now and then, by special grace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some brother merchant from some other place.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now, muster'd up his cash, and said his prayers,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In Sunday suit he rigs himself for town,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Two raw-boned steeds (design'd for great affairs)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are to the waggon hitch'd, old Bay and Brown;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who ne'er had been before a league from home,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But now are doom'd full many a mile to roam,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like merchant-ships, a various freight to bring<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of ribbons, lawns, and many a tawdry thing.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Molasses too, blest sweet, was not forgot,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And island Rum, that every taste delights,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And teas, for maid and matron must be bought,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rosin and catgut strings for fiddling wights—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But why should I his invoice here repeat?<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twould be like counting grains in pecks of wheat.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Half Europe's goods were on his invoice found,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all was to be bought with forty pound!<br></span> +<span class="i2">Soon as the early dawn proclaim'd the day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He cock'd his hat with pins, and comb'd his hair:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Curious it was, and laughable to see<br></span> +<span class="i0">The village-merchant, mounted in his chair:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shelves, piled with lawns and linens, in his head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Coatings and stuffs, and cloths, and scarlets red—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All that would suit man, woman, girl, or boy;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Muslins and muslinets, jeans, grograms, corduroy.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Alack! said I, he little, little dreams<br></span> +<span class="i0">That all the cash he guards with studious care—<br></span> +<span class="i0">His cash! the mother of a thousand schemes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Will hardly buy a load of earthen ware!<br></span> +<span class="i0">But why should I excite the hidden tear<br></span> +<span class="i0">By whispering truths ungrateful to his ear;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still let him travel on, with scheming pate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As disappointment never comes too late.—<br></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<h4><span class="smcap">His Journey to the Metropolis; and Mercantile<br> Transactions</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through woods obscure and rough perplexing ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slow and alone, he urged the clumsy wheel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now stopping short, to let his horses graze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now treating them with straw and Indian meal:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length a lofty steeple caught his eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Higher (thought he) than ever kite did fly:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But so it is, these churchmen are so proud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They ever will be climbing to a cloud;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bound on a sky-blue cruise, they always rig<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The longest steeple, and the largest wig."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now safe arrived upon the pebbled way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where well-born steeds the rattling coaches trail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where shops on shops are seen—and ladies gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walk with their curtains some, and some their veil;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sons of art their various labors shew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one cries fish! and one cries muffins ho!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amaz'd, alike, the merchant, and his pair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of scare-crow steeds, did nothing else but stare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So new was all the scene, that, smit with awe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They grinn'd, and gaz'd, and gap'd at all they saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often stopp'd, to ask at every door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sirs, can you tell us where's the cheapest store!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"The cheapest store (a sly retailer said)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Cheaper than cheap, guid faith, I have to sell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Here are some colour'd cloths that never fade:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No other shop can serve you half so well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Wanting some money now, to pay my rent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I'll sell them at a loss of ten per cent.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Hum-hums are here—and muslins—what you please—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Bandanas, baftas, pullcats, India teas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Improv'd by age, and now grown very old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And given away, you may depend—not sold!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lured by the bait the wily shopman laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He gave his steeds their mess of straw and meal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then gazing round the shop, thus, cautious said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Well, if you sell so cheap, I think we'll deal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But pray remember, 'tis for goods I'm come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For, as to polecats, we've enough at home—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Full forty pounds I have, and that in gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"(Enough to make a trading man look bold)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Unrig your shelves, and let me take a peep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"'Tis odds I leave them bare, you sell so cheap."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">The city merchant stood, with lengthen'd jaws;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stared awhile, then made this short reply—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"You clear my shelves! (he said)—this trunk of gauze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Is more than all your forty pounds can buy:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"On yonder board, whose burthen seems so small<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That one man's pocket might contain it all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"More value lies, than you and all your race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"From Adam down, could purchase or possess."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Convinced, he turn'd him to another street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where humbler shopmen from the crowd retreat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here caught his eye coarse callicoes and crape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pipes and tobacco, ticklenburghs and tape.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pitchers and pots, of value not so high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he might sell, and forty pounds would buy.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some jugs, some pots, some fifty ells of tape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A keg of wine, a cask of low proof rum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bung'd close—for fear the spirit should escape<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That many a sot was waiting for at home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gross of pipes, a case of home-made gin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tea, powder, shot—small parcels he laid in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Molasses, too, for swichell<a name="FNanchor_C_33" id="FNanchor_C_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_33" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>-loving wights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Swichell, that wings Sangrado's boldest flights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When bursting forth the wild ideas roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flash'd from that farthing-candle, call'd his soul:)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these he bought, and would have purchased more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To furnish out his Lilliputian store;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But cash fell short—and they who smiled while yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cash remain'd, now took a serious fit:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more the shop-girl could his talk endure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, like her cat, sat sullen and demure.—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dull retailer found no more to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But shook his head, and wish'd to sneak away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving his house-dog, now, to make reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And watch the counter with a lynx's eye.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our merchant took the hint, and off he went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolv'd to sell at twenty-five per cent.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_C_33" id="Footnote_C_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_33"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Molasses and water: A beverage much used in the eastern states.—<i>Freneau's +<span class="i0">Through woods obscure and rough perplexing ways,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Slow and alone, he urged the clumsy wheel;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now stopping short, to let his horses graze,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now treating them with straw and Indian meal:<br></span> +<span class="i0">At length a lofty steeple caught his eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Higher (thought he) than ever kite did fly:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But so it is, these churchmen are so proud<br></span> +<span class="i0">They ever will be climbing to a cloud;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Bound on a sky-blue cruise, they always rig<br></span> +<span class="i0">The longest steeple, and the largest wig."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now safe arrived upon the pebbled way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where well-born steeds the rattling coaches trail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where shops on shops are seen—and ladies gay<br></span> +<span class="i0">Walk with their curtains some, and some their veil;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where sons of art their various labors shew<br></span> +<span class="i0">And one cries fish! and one cries muffins ho!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Amaz'd, alike, the merchant, and his pair<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of scare-crow steeds, did nothing else but stare;<br></span> +<span class="i0">So new was all the scene, that, smit with awe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They grinn'd, and gaz'd, and gap'd at all they saw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And often stopp'd, to ask at every door,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Sirs, can you tell us where's the cheapest store!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">"The cheapest store (a sly retailer said)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Cheaper than cheap, guid faith, I have to sell;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Here are some colour'd cloths that never fade:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No other shop can serve you half so well;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Wanting some money now, to pay my rent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll sell them at a loss of ten per cent.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Hum-hums are here—and muslins—what you please—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Bandanas, baftas, pullcats, India teas;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Improv'd by age, and now grown very old,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And given away, you may depend—not sold!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">Lured by the bait the wily shopman laid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He gave his steeds their mess of straw and meal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then gazing round the shop, thus, cautious said,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Well, if you sell so cheap, I think we'll deal;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But pray remember, 'tis for goods I'm come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For, as to polecats, we've enough at home—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Full forty pounds I have, and that in gold<br></span> +<span class="i0">"(Enough to make a trading man look bold)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Unrig your shelves, and let me take a peep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis odds I leave them bare, you sell so cheap."<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i2">The city merchant stood, with lengthen'd jaws;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And stared awhile, then made this short reply—<br></span> +<span class="i2">"You clear my shelves! (he said)—this trunk of gauze<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Is more than all your forty pounds can buy:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"On yonder board, whose burthen seems so small<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That one man's pocket might contain it all,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"More value lies, than you and all your race<br></span> +<span class="i0">"From Adam down, could purchase or possess."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Convinced, he turn'd him to another street,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where humbler shopmen from the crowd retreat;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here caught his eye coarse callicoes and crape,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pipes and tobacco, ticklenburghs and tape.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pitchers and pots, of value not so high<br></span> +<span class="i0">But he might sell, and forty pounds would buy.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Some jugs, some pots, some fifty ells of tape,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A keg of wine, a cask of low proof rum,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bung'd close—for fear the spirit should escape<br></span> +<span class="i0">That many a sot was waiting for at home;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A gross of pipes, a case of home-made gin,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tea, powder, shot—small parcels he laid in;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Molasses, too, for swichell<a id="FNanchor_C_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_33" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>-loving wights,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Swichell, that wings Sangrado's boldest flights,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When bursting forth the wild ideas roll,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Flash'd from that farthing-candle, call'd his soul:)<br></span> +<span class="i0">All these he bought, and would have purchased more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To furnish out his Lilliputian store;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But cash fell short—and they who smiled while yet<br></span> +<span class="i0">The cash remain'd, now took a serious fit:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more the shop-girl could his talk endure,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, like her cat, sat sullen and demure.—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The dull retailer found no more to say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But shook his head, and wish'd to sneak away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving his house-dog, now, to make reply,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And watch the counter with a lynx's eye.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our merchant took the hint, and off he went,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resolv'd to sell at twenty-five per cent.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_C_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_33"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Molasses and water: A beverage much used in the eastern states.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> @@ -5118,130 +5152,130 @@ note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Returning far o'er many a hill and stone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And much in dread his earthen ware would break,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thoughtful he rode, and uttering many a groan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest at some worm-hole vent his cask should leak—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His cask, that held the joys of rural squire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which even, 'twas said, the parson did admire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And valued more than all the dusty pages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Calvin penn'd, and fifty other sages—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once high in fame—beprais'd in verse and prose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now unthumb'd, enjoy a sweet repose.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At dusk of eve he reach'd his old abode,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around him quick his anxious townsmen came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One ask'd what luck had happ'd him on the road,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one ungear'd the mud-bespatter'd team.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While on his cask each glanced a loving eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patient, to all he gave a brisk reply—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Told all that had befallen him on his way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What wonders in the town detain'd his stay—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Houses as high as yonder white-oak tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And boats of monstrous size that go to sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Streets throng'd with busy folk, like swarming hive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The Lord knows how they all contrive to live—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No ploughs I saw, no hoes, no care, no charge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In fact, they all are gentlemen at large,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And goods so thick on every window lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"They all seem born to sell—and none to buy."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></div></div> - - - - -<h4><span class="smcap">The Catastrophe, or the<br /> +<span class="i0">Returning far o'er many a hill and stone<br></span> +<span class="i0">And much in dread his earthen ware would break,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thoughtful he rode, and uttering many a groan<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lest at some worm-hole vent his cask should leak—<br></span> +<span class="i0">His cask, that held the joys of rural squire<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which even, 'twas said, the parson did admire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And valued more than all the dusty pages<br></span> +<span class="i0">That Calvin penn'd, and fifty other sages—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once high in fame—beprais'd in verse and prose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But now unthumb'd, enjoy a sweet repose.<br></span> +<span class="i2">At dusk of eve he reach'd his old abode,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Around him quick his anxious townsmen came,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One ask'd what luck had happ'd him on the road,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And one ungear'd the mud-bespatter'd team.<br></span> +<span class="i0">While on his cask each glanced a loving eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Patient, to all he gave a brisk reply—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Told all that had befallen him on his way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What wonders in the town detain'd his stay—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Houses as high as yonder white-oak tree<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And boats of monstrous size that go to sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Streets throng'd with busy folk, like swarming hive;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The Lord knows how they all contrive to live—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No ploughs I saw, no hoes, no care, no charge,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In fact, they all are gentlemen at large,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And goods so thick on every window lie,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"They all seem born to sell—and none to buy."<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></div></div> + + + + +<h4><span class="smcap">The Catastrophe, or the<br> Broken Merchant</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alack-a-day! on life's uncertain road<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many plagues, what evils must befal;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jove has on none unmingled bliss bestow'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But disappointment is the lot of all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thieves rob our stores, in spite of locks and keys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cats steal our cream, and rats infest our cheese,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gayest coat a grease-spot may assail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Susan pin a dish-clout to its tail,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our village-merchant (trust me) had his share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of vile mis-haps—for now, the goods unpackt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discover'd, what might make a deacon swear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jugs, cream-pots, pipes, and grog-bowls sadly crackt—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A general groan throughout the crowd was heard;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most pitied him, and some his ruin fear'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor wight! 'twas sad to see him fret and chafe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While each enquir'd, "Sir, is the rum-cask safe?"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alas! even that some mischief had endured;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One rascal hoop had started near the chine!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then curiously the bung-hole they explored,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With stem of pipe, the leakage to define—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five gallons must be charged to loss and gain!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"—Five gallons! (cry'd the merchant, writh'd with pain)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Now may the cooper never see full flask,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But still be driving at an empty cask—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Five gallons might have mellowed down the 'squire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And made the captain strut a full inch higher;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Five gallons might have prompted many a song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And made a frolic more than five days long:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Five gallons now are lost, and—sad to think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That when they leak'd—no soul was there to drink!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now, slightly treated with a proof-glass dram,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each neighbour took his leave, and went to bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All but our merchant: he, with grief o'ercome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Revolv'd strange notions in his scheming head—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For losses such as these, (thought he) 'tis meant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That goods are sold at twenty-five per cent:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No doubt these trading men know what is just,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"'Tis twenty-five times what they cost at first!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So rigging off his shelves by light of candle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dismal smoke-house walls began to shine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, stood his tea-pots—some without a handle—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A broken jar—and there his keg of wine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pipes, many a dozen, ordered in a row;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jugs, mugs, and grog-bowls—less for sale than show:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The leaky cask, replenish'd from the well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roll'd to its birth—but we no tales will tell.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Catching the eye in elegant display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All was arranged and snug, by break of day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blue dram-bottle, on the counter plac'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood, all prepared for him that buys to taste;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sure bait! by which the man of cash is taken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As rats are caught by cheese or scraps of bacon.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now from all parts the rural people ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With ready cash, to buy what might be bought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One went to choose a pot, and one a pan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they that had no pence their produce brought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hog, a calf, safe halter'd by the neck;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Potatoes (Ireland's glory) many a peck;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bacon and cheese, of real value more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than India's gems, or all Potosi's ore.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some questions ask'd, the folks began to stare—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No soul would purchase, pipe, or pot, or pan:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each shook his head—hung back—"Your goods so dear!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In fact (said they) the devil's in the man!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Rum ne'er shall meet my lips (cry'd honest Sam)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In shape of toddy, punch, grog, sling, or dram;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No cash of mine you'll get (said pouting Kate)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"While gauze is valued at so dear a rate."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus things dragg'd on for many a tedious day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No custom came; and nought but discontent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gloom'd through the shop.—"Well, let them have their way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The merchant said) I'll sell at cent per cent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"By which, 'tis plain, I scarce myself can save,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For cent per cent is just the price I gave."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Now! (cry'd the squire who still had kept his pence)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Now, Sir, you reason like a man of sense!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Custom will now from every quarter come;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In joyous streams shall flow the inspiring rum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"'Till every soul in pleasing dreams be sunk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And even our Socrates himself—is drunk!"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon were the shelves disburthen'd of their load;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In three short hours the kegs of wine ran dry—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift from its tap even dull molasses flow'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each saw the rum cask wasting, with a sigh—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The farce concluded, as it was foreseen—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With empty shelves—long trust—and law suits keen—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The woods resounding with a curse on trade,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An empty purse—sour looks—and hanging head.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alack-a-day! on life's uncertain road<br></span> +<span class="i0">How many plagues, what evils must befal;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Jove has on none unmingled bliss bestow'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But disappointment is the lot of all:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thieves rob our stores, in spite of locks and keys,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cats steal our cream, and rats infest our cheese,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The gayest coat a grease-spot may assail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Susan pin a dish-clout to its tail,—<br></span> +<span class="i2">Our village-merchant (trust me) had his share<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of vile mis-haps—for now, the goods unpackt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Discover'd, what might make a deacon swear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Jugs, cream-pots, pipes, and grog-bowls sadly crackt—<br></span> +<span class="i0">A general groan throughout the crowd was heard;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Most pitied him, and some his ruin fear'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Poor wight! 'twas sad to see him fret and chafe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While each enquir'd, "Sir, is the rum-cask safe?"<br></span> +<span class="i2">Alas! even that some mischief had endured;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">One rascal hoop had started near the chine!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then curiously the bung-hole they explored,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With stem of pipe, the leakage to define—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Five gallons must be charged to loss and gain!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"—Five gallons! (cry'd the merchant, writh'd with pain)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Now may the cooper never see full flask,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But still be driving at an empty cask—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Five gallons might have mellowed down the 'squire<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And made the captain strut a full inch higher;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Five gallons might have prompted many a song,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And made a frolic more than five days long:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Five gallons now are lost, and—sad to think,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That when they leak'd—no soul was there to drink!"<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i2">Now, slightly treated with a proof-glass dram,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each neighbour took his leave, and went to bed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All but our merchant: he, with grief o'ercome,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Revolv'd strange notions in his scheming head—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For losses such as these, (thought he) 'tis meant,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That goods are sold at twenty-five per cent:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No doubt these trading men know what is just,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis twenty-five times what they cost at first!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">So rigging off his shelves by light of candle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The dismal smoke-house walls began to shine:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here, stood his tea-pots—some without a handle—<br></span> +<span class="i0">A broken jar—and there his keg of wine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pipes, many a dozen, ordered in a row;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Jugs, mugs, and grog-bowls—less for sale than show:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The leaky cask, replenish'd from the well,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Roll'd to its birth—but we no tales will tell.—<br></span> +<span class="i2">Catching the eye in elegant display,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All was arranged and snug, by break of day:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The blue dram-bottle, on the counter plac'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stood, all prepared for him that buys to taste;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sure bait! by which the man of cash is taken,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As rats are caught by cheese or scraps of bacon.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now from all parts the rural people ran,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With ready cash, to buy what might be bought:<br></span> +<span class="i0">One went to choose a pot, and one a pan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And they that had no pence their produce brought,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A hog, a calf, safe halter'd by the neck;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Potatoes (Ireland's glory) many a peck;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bacon and cheese, of real value more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than India's gems, or all Potosi's ore.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Some questions ask'd, the folks began to stare—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No soul would purchase, pipe, or pot, or pan:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each shook his head—hung back—"Your goods so dear!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"In fact (said they) the devil's in the man!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Rum ne'er shall meet my lips (cry'd honest Sam)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In shape of toddy, punch, grog, sling, or dram;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No cash of mine you'll get (said pouting Kate)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"While gauze is valued at so dear a rate."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Thus things dragg'd on for many a tedious day;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No custom came; and nought but discontent<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gloom'd through the shop.—"Well, let them have their way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(The merchant said) I'll sell at cent per cent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"By which, 'tis plain, I scarce myself can save,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For cent per cent is just the price I gave."<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Now! (cry'd the squire who still had kept his pence)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Now, Sir, you reason like a man of sense!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Custom will now from every quarter come;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In joyous streams shall flow the inspiring rum,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"'Till every soul in pleasing dreams be sunk,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And even our Socrates himself—is drunk!"<br></span> +<span class="i2">Soon were the shelves disburthen'd of their load;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In three short hours the kegs of wine ran dry—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swift from its tap even dull molasses flow'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each saw the rum cask wasting, with a sigh—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The farce concluded, as it was foreseen—<br></span> +<span class="i0">With empty shelves—long trust—and law suits keen—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The woods resounding with a curse on trade,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">An empty purse—sour looks—and hanging head.—<br></span> </div></div> @@ -5251,42 +5285,42 @@ Broken Merchant</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Here lies a worthy corpse (Sangrado said)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Its debt to Commerce now, no doubt, is paid.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Well—'twas a vile disease that kill'd it, sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A quick consumption, that no art could cure!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thus shall we all, when life's vain dream is out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Be lodg'd in corners dark, or kick'd about!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Time is the tapster of our race below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That turns the key, and bids the juices flow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Quitting my books, henceforth be mine the task<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To moralize upon this empty cask—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thank heaven we've had the taste—so far 'twas well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And still, thro' mercy, may enjoy the smell!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Here lies a worthy corpse (Sangrado said)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Its debt to Commerce now, no doubt, is paid.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Well—'twas a vile disease that kill'd it, sure,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"A quick consumption, that no art could cure!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thus shall we all, when life's vain dream is out,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Be lodg'd in corners dark, or kick'd about!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Time is the tapster of our race below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That turns the key, and bids the juices flow:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Quitting my books, henceforth be mine the task<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To moralize upon this empty cask—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thank heaven we've had the taste—so far 'twas well;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And still, thro' mercy, may enjoy the smell!"<br></span> </div></div> -<h4><span class="smcap">Epilogue</span><a name="FNanchor_31_34" id="FNanchor_31_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_34" class="fnanchor">[31]</a></h4> +<h4><span class="smcap">Epilogue</span><a id="FNanchor_31_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_34" class="fnanchor">[31]</a></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well!—strange it is, that men will still apply<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Things to themselves, that authors never meant:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each country merchant asks me, "Is it I<br /></span> -<span class="i1">On whom your rhyming ridicule is spent?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friends, hold your tongues—such myriads of your race<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Adorn Columbia's fertile, favour'd climes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man might rove seven years from place to place<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Ere he would know the subject of my rhymes.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps in Jersey is this creature known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps New-England claims him for her own:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if from Fancy's world this wight I drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is the imagin'd character to you?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well!—strange it is, that men will still apply<br></span> +<span class="i1">Things to themselves, that authors never meant:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each country merchant asks me, "Is it I<br></span> +<span class="i1">On whom your rhyming ridicule is spent?"<br></span> +<span class="i0">Friends, hold your tongues—such myriads of your race<br></span> +<span class="i1">Adorn Columbia's fertile, favour'd climes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A man might rove seven years from place to place<br></span> +<span class="i1">Ere he would know the subject of my rhymes.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps in Jersey is this creature known,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps New-England claims him for her own:<br></span> +<span class="i0">And if from Fancy's world this wight I drew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What is the imagin'd character to you?"<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_32" id="Footnote_30_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_32"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> From the 1809 edition of Freneau's poems. This piece does not appear +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_30_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_32"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> From the 1809 edition of Freneau's poems. This piece does not appear in the editions of 1786 and 1788. It ran as a serial for several weeks in the <i>National Gazette</i>, beginning May 17, 1792, and it was immediately reprinted by Bache in his <i>Aurora</i>. I can find no earlier trace of it. It was printed, @@ -5295,14 +5329,14 @@ as a 16-page pamphlet, under the title, "The Village Merchant," and it was given a place in the 1795 edition, dated "Anno 1768." In the 1809 edition it was first divided into sections with sub-titles.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_34" id="Footnote_31_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_34"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> The epilogue was first added in 1795.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_31_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_34"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> The epilogue was first added in 1795.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> <p class="center"><i>Debemur morti nos nostraque!</i></p> -<h3>THE PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT<a name="FNanchor_32_35" id="FNanchor_32_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_35" class="fnanchor">[32]</a></h3> +<h3>THE PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT<a id="FNanchor_32_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_35" class="fnanchor">[32]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">A Dialogue. Written in 1770.</p> @@ -5310,189 +5344,189 @@ it was first divided into sections with sub-titles.</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are those famed piles of human grandeur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those sphinxes, pyramids, and Pompey's pillar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bid defiance to the arm of Time—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, dear Genius: for I long to see them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Alexandria rises Pompey's pillar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose birth is but of yesterday, compar'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With those prodigious fabricks that you see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er yonder distant plain—upon whose breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Nile hath never roll'd his swelling streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The only plain so privileg'd in Egypt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These pyramids may well excite your wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are of most remote antiquity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost co-eval with those cloud-crown'd hills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That westward from them rise—'twas the same age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That saw old Babel's tower aspiring high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first the sage Egyptian architects<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These ancient turrets to the heavens rais'd;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Babel's tower is gone, and these remain!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old Rome I thought unrivall'd in her years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least the remnants that we find of Rome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these, you tell me, are of older date.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Talk not of Rome!—before they lopt a bush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the seven hills where Rome, earth's empress, stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These pyramids were old—their birth day is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond tradition's reach, or history.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then let us haste toward those piles of wonder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That scorn to bend beneath this weight of years—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! to my view, the aweful mansions rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pride of art, the sleeping place of death!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are these the four prodigious monuments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That so astonish every generation—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us examine this, the first and greatest—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A secret horror chills my breast, dear Genius,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To touch these monuments that are so ancient,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fearful property of ghosts and death!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet of such mighty bulk that I presume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A race of giants were the architects.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since these proud fabricks to the heavens were rais'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many generations have decay'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many monarchies to ruin pass'd!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many empires had their rise and fall!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While these remain—and promise to remain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As long as yonder sun shall gild their summits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or moon or stars their wonted circles run.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">The time will come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When these stupendous piles you deem immortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worn out with age, shall moulder on their bases,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And down, down, low to endless ruin verging,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'erwhelm'd by dust, be seen and known no more!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ages ago, in dark oblivion's lap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had they been shrouded, but the atmosphere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these parch'd climates, hostile to decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is pregnant with no rain, that by its moisture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might waste their bulk in such excess of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prove them merely mortal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas on this plain the ancient Memphis stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her walls encircled these tall pyramids—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where is Pharoah's palace, where the domes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Egypt's haughty lords?—all, all are gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like the phantom snows of a May morning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Left not a vestige to discover them!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How shall I reach the vortex of this pile—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall I clamber up its shelving sides?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I scarce endure to glance toward the summit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seems among the clouds—When was't thou rais'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O work of more than mortal majesty—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was this produc'd by persevering man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or did the gods erect this pyramid?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor gods, nor giants rais'd this pyramid—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was the toil of mortals like yourself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That swell'd it to the skies—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See'st thou yon' little door? Through that they pass'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who rais'd so high this aggregate of wonders!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What cannot tyrants do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they have subject nations at their will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the world's wealth to gratify ambition!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Millions of slaves beneath their labours fainted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who here were doom'd to toil incessantly,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And years elaps'd while groaning myriads strove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To raise this mighty tomb—and but to hide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The worthless bones of an Egyptian king.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O wretch, could not a humbler tomb have done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could nothing but a pyramid inter thee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perhaps old Jacob's race, when here oppress'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rais'd, in their years of bondage this dread pile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before the Jewish patriarchs saw the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While yet the globe was in its infancy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These were erected to the pride of man—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four thousand years have run their tedious round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since these smooth stones were on each other laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four thousand more may run as dull a round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere Egypt sees her pyramids decay'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But suffer me to enter, and behold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The interior wonders of this edifice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis darkness all, with hateful silence join'd—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here drowsy bats enjoy a dull repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And marble coffins, vacant of their bones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Show where the royal dead in ruin lay!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By every pyramid a temple rose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where oft in concert those of ancient time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sung to their goddess Isis hymns of praise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these are fallen!—their columns too superb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are levell'd with the dust—nor these alone—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is thy vocal statue, Memnon, now,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That once, responsive to the morning beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harmoniously to father Phœbus sung!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the image that in past time stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High on the summit of yon' pyramid?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still may you see its polish'd pedestal—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where art thou ancient Thebes?——all bury'd low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All vanish'd! crumbled into mother dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nothing of antiquity remains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these huge pyramids, and yonder hills.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Time</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old Babel's tower hath felt my potent arm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ruin'd Ecbatan and Babylon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy huge Colossus, Rhodes, I tumbled down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on these pyramids I smote my scythe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they resist its edge—then let them stand.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I can boast a greater feat than this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I long ago have shrouded those in death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who made those structures rebels to my power—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, O return!—These piles are not immortal!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This earth, with all its balls of hills and mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall perish by my hand—then how can these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These hoary headed pyramids of Egypt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That are but dwindled warts upon her body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That on a little, little spot of ground<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extinguish the dull radiance of the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be proof to Death and me?——Traveller return—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's nought but God immortal——He alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exists secure, when Man, and Death, and Time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Time not immortal, but a fancied point<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the vast circle of eternity)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are swallow'd up, and, like the pyramids,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave not an atom for their monument!<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_35" id="Footnote_32_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_35"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> The text is from the edition of 1786. The 1795 edition has the note +<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where are those famed piles of human grandeur,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those sphinxes, pyramids, and Pompey's pillar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That bid defiance to the arm of Time—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me, dear Genius: for I long to see them.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At Alexandria rises Pompey's pillar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose birth is but of yesterday, compar'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">With those prodigious fabricks that you see<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er yonder distant plain—upon whose breast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Old Nile hath never roll'd his swelling streams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The only plain so privileg'd in Egypt.<br></span> +<span class="i0">These pyramids may well excite your wonder,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They are of most remote antiquity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Almost co-eval with those cloud-crown'd hills<br></span> +<span class="i0">That westward from them rise—'twas the same age<br></span> +<span class="i0">That saw old Babel's tower aspiring high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When first the sage Egyptian architects<br></span> +<span class="i0">These ancient turrets to the heavens rais'd;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But Babel's tower is gone, and these remain!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Old Rome I thought unrivall'd in her years,<br></span> +<span class="i0">At least the remnants that we find of Rome,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But these, you tell me, are of older date.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Talk not of Rome!—before they lopt a bush<br></span> +<span class="i0">From the seven hills where Rome, earth's empress, stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These pyramids were old—their birth day is<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond tradition's reach, or history.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then let us haste toward those piles of wonder<br></span> +<span class="i0">That scorn to bend beneath this weight of years—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! to my view, the aweful mansions rise<br></span> +<span class="i0">The pride of art, the sleeping place of death!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are these the four prodigious monuments<br></span> +<span class="i0">That so astonish every generation—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let us examine this, the first and greatest—<br></span> +<span class="i0">A secret horror chills my breast, dear Genius,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To touch these monuments that are so ancient,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fearful property of ghosts and death!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet of such mighty bulk that I presume<br></span> +<span class="i0">A race of giants were the architects.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since these proud fabricks to the heavens were rais'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">How many generations have decay'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How many monarchies to ruin pass'd!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How many empires had their rise and fall!<br></span> +<span class="i0">While these remain—and promise to remain<br></span> +<span class="i0">As long as yonder sun shall gild their summits,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or moon or stars their wonted circles run.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">The time will come<br></span> +<span class="i0">When these stupendous piles you deem immortal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Worn out with age, shall moulder on their bases,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And down, down, low to endless ruin verging,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">O'erwhelm'd by dust, be seen and known no more!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ages ago, in dark oblivion's lap<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had they been shrouded, but the atmosphere<br></span> +<span class="i0">In these parch'd climates, hostile to decay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is pregnant with no rain, that by its moisture<br></span> +<span class="i0">Might waste their bulk in such excess of time,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And prove them merely mortal.<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas on this plain the ancient Memphis stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her walls encircled these tall pyramids—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But where is Pharoah's palace, where the domes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Egypt's haughty lords?—all, all are gone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And like the phantom snows of a May morning<br></span> +<span class="i0">Left not a vestige to discover them!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How shall I reach the vortex of this pile—<br></span> +<span class="i0">How shall I clamber up its shelving sides?<br></span> +<span class="i0">I scarce endure to glance toward the summit,<br></span> +<span class="i0">It seems among the clouds—When was't thou rais'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">O work of more than mortal majesty—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was this produc'd by persevering man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or did the gods erect this pyramid?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor gods, nor giants rais'd this pyramid—<br></span> +<span class="i0">It was the toil of mortals like yourself<br></span> +<span class="i0">That swell'd it to the skies—<br></span> +<span class="i0">See'st thou yon' little door? Through that they pass'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who rais'd so high this aggregate of wonders!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What cannot tyrants do,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When they have subject nations at their will,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the world's wealth to gratify ambition!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Millions of slaves beneath their labours fainted<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who here were doom'd to toil incessantly,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And years elaps'd while groaning myriads strove<br></span> +<span class="i0">To raise this mighty tomb—and but to hide<br></span> +<span class="i0">The worthless bones of an Egyptian king.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O wretch, could not a humbler tomb have done,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could nothing but a pyramid inter thee!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Perhaps old Jacob's race, when here oppress'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rais'd, in their years of bondage this dread pile.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Before the Jewish patriarchs saw the light,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While yet the globe was in its infancy<br></span> +<span class="i0">These were erected to the pride of man—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Four thousand years have run their tedious round<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since these smooth stones were on each other laid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Four thousand more may run as dull a round<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ere Egypt sees her pyramids decay'd.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Traveller</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But suffer me to enter, and behold<br></span> +<span class="i0">The interior wonders of this edifice.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Genius</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis darkness all, with hateful silence join'd—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here drowsy bats enjoy a dull repose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And marble coffins, vacant of their bones,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Show where the royal dead in ruin lay!<br></span> +<span class="i0">By every pyramid a temple rose<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where oft in concert those of ancient time<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sung to their goddess Isis hymns of praise;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But these are fallen!—their columns too superb<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are levell'd with the dust—nor these alone—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where is thy vocal statue, Memnon, now,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">That once, responsive to the morning beams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Harmoniously to father Phœbus sung!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where is the image that in past time stood<br></span> +<span class="i0">High on the summit of yon' pyramid?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still may you see its polish'd pedestal—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where art thou ancient Thebes?——all bury'd low,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All vanish'd! crumbled into mother dust,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And nothing of antiquity remains<br></span> +<span class="i0">But these huge pyramids, and yonder hills.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Time</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Old Babel's tower hath felt my potent arm<br></span> +<span class="i0">I ruin'd Ecbatan and Babylon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy huge Colossus, Rhodes, I tumbled down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And on these pyramids I smote my scythe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But they resist its edge—then let them stand.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But I can boast a greater feat than this,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I long ago have shrouded those in death<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who made those structures rebels to my power—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, O return!—These piles are not immortal!<br></span> +<span class="i0">This earth, with all its balls of hills and mountains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall perish by my hand—then how can these,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These hoary headed pyramids of Egypt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That are but dwindled warts upon her body,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That on a little, little spot of ground<br></span> +<span class="i0">Extinguish the dull radiance of the sun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be proof to Death and me?——Traveller return—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There's nought but God immortal——He alone<br></span> +<span class="i0">Exists secure, when Man, and Death, and Time,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Time not immortal, but a fancied point<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the vast circle of eternity)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are swallow'd up, and, like the pyramids,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leave not an atom for their monument!<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_32_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_35"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> The text is from the edition of 1786. The 1795 edition has the note "anno 1769."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_MONUMENT_OF_PHAON33" id="THE_MONUMENT_OF_PHAON33"></a>THE MONUMENT OF PHAON<a name="FNanchor_33_36" id="FNanchor_33_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_36" class="fnanchor">[33]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_MONUMENT_OF_PHAON33"></a>THE MONUMENT OF PHAON<a id="FNanchor_33_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_36" class="fnanchor">[33]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">Written 1770.</p> @@ -5508,447 +5542,447 @@ famous Leucadian rock, and perishes in the gulph below.</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Sappho</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more I sing by yonder shaded stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Where once intranc'd I fondly pass'd the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supremely blest, when Phaon was my theme,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But wretched now, when Phaon is away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of all the youths that grac'd our Lesbian isle<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He, only he, my heart propitious found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So soft his language, and so sweet his smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Heaven was my own when Phaon clasp'd me round!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But soon, too soon, the faithless lover fled<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To wander on some distant barbarous shore—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows if Phaon is alive or dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Or wretched Sappho shall behold him more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Ismenius</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As late in fair Sicilia's groves I stray'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Charm'd with the beauties of the vernal scene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sate me down amid the yew tree's shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Flowers blooming round, with herbage fresh and green.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not distant far a monument arose<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Among the trees and form'd of Parian stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, as if there some stranger did repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">It stood neglected, and it stood alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Along its sides dependent ivy crept,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The cypress bough, Plutonian green, was near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sculptur'd Venus on the summit wept,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A pensive Cupid dropt the parting tear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strains deep engrav'd on every side I read,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">How Phaon died upon that foreign shore—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sappho, I think your Phaon must be dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Then hear the strains that do his fate deplore:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Thou swain that lov'st the morning air,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To those embowering trees repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Forsake thy sleep at early dawn.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And of this landscape to grow fonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Still, O still persist to wander<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Up and down the flowery lawn;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And as you there enraptur'd rove<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From hill to hill, from grove to grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Pensive now and quite alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cast thine eye upon this stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Read its melancholy moan;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And if you can refuse a tear<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To the youth that slumbers here,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Whom the Lesbians held so dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Nature calls thee not her own.<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Echo, hasten to my aid!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tell the woods and tell the waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tell the far off mountain caves<br /></span> -<span class="i4">(Wrapt in solitary shade);<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tell them in high tragic numbers,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">That beneath this marble tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Shrouded in unceasing gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Phaon, youthful Phaon, slumbers,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">By Sicilian swains deplor'd—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That a narrow urn restrains<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Him who charm'd our pleasing plains,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Him, whom every nymph ador'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Tell the woods and tell the waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tell the mossy mountain caves,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tell them, if none will hear beside,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">How our lovely Phaon died.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In that season when the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Bids his glowing charioteer<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Phœbus, native of the sphere,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">High the burning zenith run;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then our much lamented swain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O'er the sunny, scorched plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hunting with a chosen train,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Slew the monsters of the waste<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From those gloomy caverns chac'd<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Round stupendous Etna plac'd.—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Conquer'd by the solar beam<br /></span> -<span class="i4">At last he came to yonder stream;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Panting, thirsting there he lay<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On this fatal summer's day,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">While his locks of raven jett<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Were on his temples dripping wet;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The gentle stream ran purling by<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O'er the pebbles, pleasantly,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tempting him to drink and die—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He drank indeed—but never thought<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Death was in the gelid draught!—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Soon it chill'd his boiling veins,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Soon this glory of the plains<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Left the nymphs and left the swains,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And has fled with all his charms<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Where the Stygian monarch reigns,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Where no sun the climate warms!—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Dread Pluto then, as once before,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Pass'd Avernus' waters o'er;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Left the dark and dismal shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And strait enamour'd, as he gloomy stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Seiz'd Phaon by the waters of the wood.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Now o'er the silent plain<br /></span> -<span class="i4">We for our much lov'd Phaon call again,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And Phaon! Phaon! ring the woods amain—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From beneath this myrtle tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Musidora, wretched maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">How shall Phaon answer thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Deep in vaulted caverns laid!—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thrice the myrtle tree hath bloom'd<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Since our Phaon was entomb'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I, who had his heart, below,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I have rais'd this turret high,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A monument of love and woe<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That Phaon's name may never die.—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With deepest grief, O muse divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Around his tomb thy laurels twine<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And shed thy sorrow, for to morrow<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thou, perhaps, shalt cease to glow—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My hopes are crost, my lover lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And I must weeping o'er the mountains go!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Sappho</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, faithless Phaon, thus from me to rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bless my rival in a foreign grove!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could Sicily more charming forests show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than those that in thy native Lesbos grow—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did fairer fruits adorn the bending tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than those that Lesbos did present to thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or didst thou find through all the changing fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One beauty that with Sappho could compare!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So soft, so sweet, so charming and so kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A face so fair, such beauties of the mind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not Musidora can be rank'd with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who sings so well thy funeral song for thee!—<a name="FNanchor_34_37" id="FNanchor_34_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_37" class="fnanchor">[34]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll go!—and from the high Leucadian steep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take my last farewell in the lover's leap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I charge thee, Phaon, by this deed of woe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet me in the Elysian shades below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No rival beauty shall pretend a share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sappho alone shall walk with Phaon there.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She spoke, and downward from the mountain's height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plung'd in the plashy wave to everlasting night.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_36" id="Footnote_33_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_36"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> Text from the edition of 1786. For the edition of 1795 Freneau cut out +<span class="i10"><i>Sappho</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No more I sing by yonder shaded stream,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Where once intranc'd I fondly pass'd the day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Supremely blest, when Phaon was my theme,<br></span> +<span class="i1">But wretched now, when Phaon is away!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of all the youths that grac'd our Lesbian isle<br></span> +<span class="i1">He, only he, my heart propitious found,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So soft his language, and so sweet his smile,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Heaven was my own when Phaon clasp'd me round!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But soon, too soon, the faithless lover fled<br></span> +<span class="i1">To wander on some distant barbarous shore—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who knows if Phaon is alive or dead,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Or wretched Sappho shall behold him more.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Ismenius</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As late in fair Sicilia's groves I stray'd,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Charm'd with the beauties of the vernal scene<br></span> +<span class="i0">I sate me down amid the yew tree's shade,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Flowers blooming round, with herbage fresh and green.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not distant far a monument arose<br></span> +<span class="i1">Among the trees and form'd of Parian stone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, as if there some stranger did repose,<br></span> +<span class="i1">It stood neglected, and it stood alone.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Along its sides dependent ivy crept,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The cypress bough, Plutonian green, was near,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A sculptur'd Venus on the summit wept,<br></span> +<span class="i1">A pensive Cupid dropt the parting tear.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Strains deep engrav'd on every side I read,<br></span> +<span class="i1">How Phaon died upon that foreign shore—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sappho, I think your Phaon must be dead,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Then hear the strains that do his fate deplore:<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Thou swain that lov'st the morning air,<br></span> +<span class="i4">To those embowering trees repair,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Forsake thy sleep at early dawn.<br></span> +<span class="i4">And of this landscape to grow fonder,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Still, O still persist to wander<br></span> +<span class="i4">Up and down the flowery lawn;<br></span> +<span class="i4">And as you there enraptur'd rove<br></span> +<span class="i4">From hill to hill, from grove to grove,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Pensive now and quite alone,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Cast thine eye upon this stone,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Read its melancholy moan;<br></span> +<span class="i4">And if you can refuse a tear<br></span> +<span class="i4">To the youth that slumbers here,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Whom the Lesbians held so dear,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Nature calls thee not her own.<br></span> +<span class="i5">Echo, hasten to my aid!<br></span> +<span class="i4">Tell the woods and tell the waves,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Tell the far off mountain caves<br></span> +<span class="i4">(Wrapt in solitary shade);<br></span> +<span class="i4">Tell them in high tragic numbers,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i4">That beneath this marble tomb,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Shrouded in unceasing gloom<br></span> +<span class="i4">Phaon, youthful Phaon, slumbers,<br></span> +<span class="i4">By Sicilian swains deplor'd—<br></span> +<span class="i4">That a narrow urn restrains<br></span> +<span class="i4">Him who charm'd our pleasing plains,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Him, whom every nymph ador'd.<br></span> +<span class="i6">Tell the woods and tell the waves,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Tell the mossy mountain caves,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Tell them, if none will hear beside,<br></span> +<span class="i4">How our lovely Phaon died.<br></span> +<span class="i6">In that season when the sun<br></span> +<span class="i4">Bids his glowing charioteer<br></span> +<span class="i4">Phœbus, native of the sphere,<br></span> +<span class="i4">High the burning zenith run;<br></span> +<span class="i4">Then our much lamented swain,<br></span> +<span class="i4">O'er the sunny, scorched plain,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Hunting with a chosen train,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Slew the monsters of the waste<br></span> +<span class="i4">From those gloomy caverns chac'd<br></span> +<span class="i4">Round stupendous Etna plac'd.—<br></span> +<span class="i4">Conquer'd by the solar beam<br></span> +<span class="i4">At last he came to yonder stream;<br></span> +<span class="i4">Panting, thirsting there he lay<br></span> +<span class="i4">On this fatal summer's day,<br></span> +<span class="i4">While his locks of raven jett<br></span> +<span class="i4">Were on his temples dripping wet;<br></span> +<span class="i4">The gentle stream ran purling by<br></span> +<span class="i4">O'er the pebbles, pleasantly,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Tempting him to drink and die—<br></span> +<span class="i4">He drank indeed—but never thought<br></span> +<span class="i4">Death was in the gelid draught!—<br></span> +<span class="i4">Soon it chill'd his boiling veins,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Soon this glory of the plains<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i4">Left the nymphs and left the swains,<br></span> +<span class="i4">And has fled with all his charms<br></span> +<span class="i4">Where the Stygian monarch reigns,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Where no sun the climate warms!—<br></span> +<span class="i4">Dread Pluto then, as once before,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Pass'd Avernus' waters o'er;<br></span> +<span class="i4">Left the dark and dismal shore,<br></span> +<span class="i4">And strait enamour'd, as he gloomy stood,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Seiz'd Phaon by the waters of the wood.<br></span> +<span class="i6">Now o'er the silent plain<br></span> +<span class="i4">We for our much lov'd Phaon call again,<br></span> +<span class="i4">And Phaon! Phaon! ring the woods amain—<br></span> +<span class="i4">From beneath this myrtle tree,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Musidora, wretched maid,<br></span> +<span class="i4">How shall Phaon answer thee,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Deep in vaulted caverns laid!—<br></span> +<span class="i4">Thrice the myrtle tree hath bloom'd<br></span> +<span class="i4">Since our Phaon was entomb'd,<br></span> +<span class="i4">I, who had his heart, below,<br></span> +<span class="i4">I have rais'd this turret high,<br></span> +<span class="i4">A monument of love and woe<br></span> +<span class="i4">That Phaon's name may never die.—<br></span> +<span class="i4">With deepest grief, O muse divine,<br></span> +<span class="i4">Around his tomb thy laurels twine<br></span> +<span class="i4">And shed thy sorrow, for to morrow<br></span> +<span class="i4">Thou, perhaps, shalt cease to glow—<br></span> +<span class="i4">My hopes are crost, my lover lost,<br></span> +<span class="i4">And I must weeping o'er the mountains go!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Sappho</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah, faithless Phaon, thus from me to rove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bless my rival in a foreign grove!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could Sicily more charming forests show<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than those that in thy native Lesbos grow—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Did fairer fruits adorn the bending tree<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than those that Lesbos did present to thee!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or didst thou find through all the changing fair<br></span> +<span class="i0">One beauty that with Sappho could compare!<br></span> +<span class="i0">So soft, so sweet, so charming and so kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A face so fair, such beauties of the mind—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not Musidora can be rank'd with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who sings so well thy funeral song for thee!—<a id="FNanchor_34_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_37" class="fnanchor">[34]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll go!—and from the high Leucadian steep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Take my last farewell in the lover's leap,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I charge thee, Phaon, by this deed of woe<br></span> +<span class="i0">To meet me in the Elysian shades below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No rival beauty shall pretend a share,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sappho alone shall walk with Phaon there.<br></span> +<span class="i2">She spoke, and downward from the mountain's height<br></span> +<span class="i0">Plung'd in the plashy wave to everlasting night.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_33_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_36"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> Text from the edition of 1786. For the edition of 1795 Freneau cut out the song of Ismenius, beginning "Thou swain that lov'st the morning air," and extending to the speech of Sappho, "Ah, faithless Phaon."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_37" id="Footnote_34_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_37"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> This and the preceding line omitted from the later versions.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_34_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_37"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> This and the preceding line omitted from the later versions.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="THE_POWER_OF_FANCY35" id="THE_POWER_OF_FANCY35"></a>THE POWER OF FANCY<a name="FNanchor_35_38" id="FNanchor_35_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_38" class="fnanchor">[35]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="THE_POWER_OF_FANCY35"></a>THE POWER OF FANCY<a id="FNanchor_35_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_38" class="fnanchor">[35]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">Written 1770.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Wakeful, vagrant, restless thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever wandering on the wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who thy wondrous source can find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fancy, regent of the mind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A spark from Jove's resplendent throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thy nature all unknown.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><span class="i2">This spark of bright, celestial flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Jove's seraphic altar came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hence alone in man we trace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resemblance to the immortal race.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ah! what is all this mighty whole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These suns and stars that round us roll!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What are they all, where'er they shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Fancies of the Power Divine!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is this globe, these lands, and seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heat, and cold, and flowers, and trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And life, and death, and beast, and man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And time—that with the sun began—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thoughts on reason's scale combin'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ideas of the Almighty mind!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the surface of the brain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night after night she walks unseen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noble fabrics doth she raise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the woods or on the seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On some high, steep, pointed rock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the billows loudly knock<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dreary tempests sweep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouds along the uncivil deep.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lo! she walks upon the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Listens to the chimy tune<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the bright, harmonious spheres,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the song of angels hears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sees this earth a distant star,<a name="FNanchor_D_39" id="FNanchor_D_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_D_39" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pendant, floating in the air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leads me to some lonely dome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Religion loves to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the bride of Jesus dwells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the deep ton'd organ swells<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In notes with lofty anthems join'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notes that half distract the mind.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now like lightning she descends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the prison of the fiends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hears the rattling of their chains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feels their never ceasing pains—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, O never may she tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half the frightfulness of hell.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now she views Arcadian rocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the shepherds guard their flocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, while yet her wings she spreads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sees chrystal streams and coral beds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wanders to some desert deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or some dark, enchanted steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the full moonlight doth shew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forests of a dusky blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, upon some mossy bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Innocence reclines her head.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Swift, she stretches o'er the seas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the far off Hebrides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Canvas on the lofty mast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could not travel half so fast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swifter than the eagle's flight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or instantaneous rays of light!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! contemplative she stands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Norwegia's rocky lands—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fickle Goddess, set me down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the rugged winters frown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon Orca's howling steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nodding o'er the northern deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the winds tumultuous roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vext that Ossian sings no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fancy, to that land repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetest Ossian slumbers there;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waft me far to southern isles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the soften'd winter smiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Bermuda's orange shades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Demarara's lovely glades;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear me o'er the sounding cape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painting death in every shape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where daring Anson spread the sail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shatter'd by the stormy gale—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! she leads me wide and far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sense can never follow her—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shape thy course o'er land and sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Help me to keep pace with thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lead me to yon' chalky cliff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over rock and over reef,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into Britain's fertile land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretching far her proud command.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look back and view, thro' many a year,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cæsar, Julius Cæsar, there.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now to Tempe's verdant wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the mid-ocean flood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! the islands of the sea—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sappho, Lesbos mourns for thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greece, arouse thy humbled head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where are all thy mighty dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who states to endless ruin hurl'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carried vengeance through the world?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Troy, thy vanish'd pomp resume,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, weeping at thy Hector's tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet those faded scenes renew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose memory is to Homer due.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fancy, lead me wandering still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up to Ida's cloud-topt hill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a laurel there doth grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in vision thou shalt show,—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every sprig on Virgil's tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall in livelier colours bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every triumph Rome has seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flourish on the years between.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now she bears me far away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the east to meet the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leads me over Ganges' streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother of the morning beams—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er the ocean hath she ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Places me on Tinian;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farther, farther in the east,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till it almost meets the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us wandering both be lost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Taitis sea-beat coast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear me from that distant strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over ocean, over land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To California's golden shore—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fancy, stop, and rove no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now, tho' late, returning home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lead me to Belinda's tomb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me glide as well as you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the shroud and coffin too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And behold, a moment, there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that once was good and fair—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who doth here so soundly sleep?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall we break this prison deep?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thunders cannot wake the maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lightnings cannot pierce the shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho' wintry tempests roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tempests shall disturb no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet must those eyes in darkness stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That once were rivals to the day?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like heaven's bright lamp beneath the main<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are but set to rise again.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fancy, thou the muses' pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy painted realms reside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Endless images of things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fluttering each on golden wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ideal objects, such a store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The universe could hold no more:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fancy, to thy power I owe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half my happiness below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thee Elysian groves were made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine were the notes that Orpheus play'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thee was Pluto charm'd so well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While rapture seiz'd the sons of hell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, O come—perceiv'd by none,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You and I will walk alone.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_D_39" id="Footnote_D_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_D_39"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Milton's Paradise Lost, B. II, V. 1052.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_38" id="Footnote_35_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_38"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> From the edition of 1786. The later editions omitted all but the first +<span class="i2">Wakeful, vagrant, restless thing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ever wandering on the wing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who thy wondrous source can find,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fancy, regent of the mind;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A spark from Jove's resplendent throne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But thy nature all unknown.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><span class="i2">This spark of bright, celestial flame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Jove's seraphic altar came,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hence alone in man we trace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resemblance to the immortal race.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Ah! what is all this mighty whole,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These suns and stars that round us roll!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What are they all, where'er they shine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But Fancies of the Power Divine!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What is this globe, these lands, and seas,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And heat, and cold, and flowers, and trees,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And life, and death, and beast, and man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And time—that with the sun began—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But thoughts on reason's scale combin'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ideas of the Almighty mind!<br></span> +<span class="i2">On the surface of the brain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Night after night she walks unseen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Noble fabrics doth she raise<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the woods or on the seas,<br></span> +<span class="i0">On some high, steep, pointed rock,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the billows loudly knock<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the dreary tempests sweep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Clouds along the uncivil deep.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Lo! she walks upon the moon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Listens to the chimy tune<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of the bright, harmonious spheres,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the song of angels hears;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sees this earth a distant star,<a id="FNanchor_D_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_D_39" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Pendant, floating in the air;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leads me to some lonely dome,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Religion loves to come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the bride of Jesus dwells,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the deep ton'd organ swells<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">In notes with lofty anthems join'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Notes that half distract the mind.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now like lightning she descends<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the prison of the fiends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hears the rattling of their chains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Feels their never ceasing pains—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, O never may she tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">Half the frightfulness of hell.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now she views Arcadian rocks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the shepherds guard their flocks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, while yet her wings she spreads,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sees chrystal streams and coral beds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wanders to some desert deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or some dark, enchanted steep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By the full moonlight doth shew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forests of a dusky blue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where, upon some mossy bed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Innocence reclines her head.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Swift, she stretches o'er the seas<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the far off Hebrides,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Canvas on the lofty mast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could not travel half so fast—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swifter than the eagle's flight<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or instantaneous rays of light!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! contemplative she stands<br></span> +<span class="i0">On Norwegia's rocky lands—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fickle Goddess, set me down<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the rugged winters frown<br></span> +<span class="i0">Upon Orca's howling steep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nodding o'er the northern deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the winds tumultuous roar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vext that Ossian sings no more.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fancy, to that land repair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sweetest Ossian slumbers there;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Waft me far to southern isles<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the soften'd winter smiles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Bermuda's orange shades,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Demarara's lovely glades;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bear me o'er the sounding cape,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Painting death in every shape,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where daring Anson spread the sail<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shatter'd by the stormy gale—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! she leads me wide and far,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sense can never follow her—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shape thy course o'er land and sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Help me to keep pace with thee,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lead me to yon' chalky cliff,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Over rock and over reef,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Into Britain's fertile land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stretching far her proud command.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Look back and view, thro' many a year,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cæsar, Julius Cæsar, there.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now to Tempe's verdant wood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Over the mid-ocean flood<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! the islands of the sea—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sappho, Lesbos mourns for thee:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Greece, arouse thy humbled head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where are all thy mighty dead,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who states to endless ruin hurl'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">And carried vengeance through the world?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Troy, thy vanish'd pomp resume,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or, weeping at thy Hector's tomb,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet those faded scenes renew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose memory is to Homer due.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fancy, lead me wandering still<br></span> +<span class="i0">Up to Ida's cloud-topt hill;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not a laurel there doth grow<br></span> +<span class="i0">But in vision thou shalt show,—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Every sprig on Virgil's tomb<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall in livelier colours bloom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every triumph Rome has seen<br></span> +<span class="i0">Flourish on the years between.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now she bears me far away<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the east to meet the day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leads me over Ganges' streams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mother of the morning beams—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the ocean hath she ran,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Places me on Tinian;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Farther, farther in the east,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Till it almost meets the west,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let us wandering both be lost<br></span> +<span class="i0">On Taitis sea-beat coast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bear me from that distant strand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Over ocean, over land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To California's golden shore—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fancy, stop, and rove no more.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now, tho' late, returning home,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lead me to Belinda's tomb;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let me glide as well as you<br></span> +<span class="i0">Through the shroud and coffin too,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And behold, a moment, there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All that once was good and fair—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who doth here so soundly sleep?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall we break this prison deep?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thunders cannot wake the maid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lightnings cannot pierce the shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tho' wintry tempests roar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tempests shall disturb no more.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Yet must those eyes in darkness stay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That once were rivals to the day?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like heaven's bright lamp beneath the main<br></span> +<span class="i0">They are but set to rise again.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i2">Fancy, thou the muses' pride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In thy painted realms reside<br></span> +<span class="i0">Endless images of things,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fluttering each on golden wings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ideal objects, such a store,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The universe could hold no more:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fancy, to thy power I owe<br></span> +<span class="i0">Half my happiness below;<br></span> +<span class="i0">By thee Elysian groves were made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thine were the notes that Orpheus play'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">By thee was Pluto charm'd so well<br></span> +<span class="i0">While rapture seiz'd the sons of hell—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, O come—perceiv'd by none,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You and I will walk alone.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_D_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_D_39"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Milton's Paradise Lost, B. II, V. 1052.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_35_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_38"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> From the edition of 1786. The later editions omitted all but the first twenty and the last fourteen lines of the poem, and gave to this fragment the title "Ode to Fancy." The omitted lines, much changed, were then made a separate poem, under the title "Fancy's Ramble."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> <h3>THE PRAYER OF ORPHEUS</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sad monarch of the world below,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Stern guardian of this drowsy shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through these unlovely realms I go<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To seek a captive thou hast made.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er Stygian waters have I pass'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Contemning Jove's severe decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reached thy sable court at last<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To find my lost Eurydicè.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of all the nymphs so deckt and drest<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Like Venus of the starry train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was the loveliest and the best,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The pride and glory of the plain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O free from thy despotic sway<br /></span> -<span class="i1">This nymph of heaven-descended charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too soon she came this dusky way—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Restore thy captive to my arms!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As by a stream's fair verdant side<br /></span> -<span class="i1">In myrtle shades she roved along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A serpent stung my blooming bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">This brightest of the female throng—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The venom hastening thro' her veins<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Forbade the freezing blood to flow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus she left the Thracian plains<br /></span> -<span class="i1">For these dejected groves below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Even thou may'st pity my sad pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Since Love, as ancient stories say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forced thee to leave thy native reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And in Sicilian meadows stray:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright Proserpine thy bosom fired,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">For her you sought unwelcome light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madness and love in you conspired<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To seize her to the shades of night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But if, averse to my request,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The banished nymph, for whom I mourn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must in Plutonian chambers rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And never to my arms return——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take Orpheus too—his warm desire<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Can ne'er be quench'd by your decree:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In life or death he must admire,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He must adore Eurydicè!<br /></span> -</div></div> - - - -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="THE_DESERTED_FARM-HOUSE36" id="THE_DESERTED_FARM-HOUSE36"></a>THE DESERTED FARM-HOUSE<a name="FNanchor_36_40" id="FNanchor_36_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_40" class="fnanchor">[36]</a></h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This antique dome the insatiate tooth of time<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Now level with the dust has almost laid;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet ere 'tis gone, I seize my humble theme<br /></span> -<span class="i1">From these low ruins, that his years have made.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Behold the unsocial hearth!—where once the fires<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Blazed high, and soothed the storm-stay'd traveller's woes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See! the weak roof, that abler props requires,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Admits the winds, and swift descending snows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here, to forget the labours of the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">No more the swains at evening hours repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wandering flocks assume the well known way<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To shun the rigours of the midnight air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In yonder chamber, half to ruin gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Once stood the ancient housewife's curtained bed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Timely the prudent matron has withdrawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And each domestic comfort with her fled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trees, the flowers that her own hands had reared,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The plants, the vines, that were so verdant seen,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trees, the flowers, the vines have disappear'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And every plant has vanish'd from the green.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So sits in tears on wide Campania's plain<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Rome, once the mistress of a world enslaved;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That triumph'd o'er the land, subdued the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And Time himself, in her wild transports, braved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So sits in tears on Palestina's shore<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The Hebrew town, of splendour once divine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her kings, her lords, her triumphs are no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Slain are her priests, and ruin'd every shrine.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once, in the bounds of this deserted room,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Perhaps some swain nocturnal courtship made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps some Sherlock mused amidst the gloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Since Love and Death forever seek the shade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perhaps some miser, doom'd to discontent,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here counted o'er the heaps acquired with pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He to the dust—his gold, on traffick sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Shall ne'er disgrace these mouldering walls again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor shall the glow-worm fopling, sunshine bred,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Seek, at the evening hour this wonted dome—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time has reduced the fabrick to a shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Scarce fit to be the wandering beggar's home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And none but I its dismal case lament—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">None, none but I o'er its cold relics mourn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent by the muse—(the time perhaps misspent)—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To write dull stanzas on this dome forlorn.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_40" id="Footnote_36_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_40"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> The first trace that I can find of this poem is in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i> +<span class="i0">Sad monarch of the world below,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Stern guardian of this drowsy shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Through these unlovely realms I go<br></span> +<span class="i1">To seek a captive thou hast made.<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er Stygian waters have I pass'd,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Contemning Jove's severe decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And reached thy sable court at last<br></span> +<span class="i1">To find my lost Eurydicè.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of all the nymphs so deckt and drest<br></span> +<span class="i1">Like Venus of the starry train,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She was the loveliest and the best,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The pride and glory of the plain.<br></span> +<span class="i0">O free from thy despotic sway<br></span> +<span class="i1">This nymph of heaven-descended charms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too soon she came this dusky way—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Restore thy captive to my arms!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As by a stream's fair verdant side<br></span> +<span class="i1">In myrtle shades she roved along,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A serpent stung my blooming bride,<br></span> +<span class="i1">This brightest of the female throng—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The venom hastening thro' her veins<br></span> +<span class="i1">Forbade the freezing blood to flow.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And thus she left the Thracian plains<br></span> +<span class="i1">For these dejected groves below.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Even thou may'st pity my sad pain,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Since Love, as ancient stories say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forced thee to leave thy native reign,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And in Sicilian meadows stray:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bright Proserpine thy bosom fired,<br></span> +<span class="i1">For her you sought unwelcome light,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Madness and love in you conspired<br></span> +<span class="i1">To seize her to the shades of night.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But if, averse to my request,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The banished nymph, for whom I mourn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must in Plutonian chambers rest,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And never to my arms return——<br></span> +<span class="i0">Take Orpheus too—his warm desire<br></span> +<span class="i1">Can ne'er be quench'd by your decree:<br></span> +<span class="i0">In life or death he must admire,<br></span> +<span class="i1">He must adore Eurydicè!<br></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="THE_DESERTED_FARM-HOUSE36"></a>THE DESERTED FARM-HOUSE<a id="FNanchor_36_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_40" class="fnanchor">[36]</a></h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This antique dome the insatiate tooth of time<br></span> +<span class="i1">Now level with the dust has almost laid;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet ere 'tis gone, I seize my humble theme<br></span> +<span class="i1">From these low ruins, that his years have made.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Behold the unsocial hearth!—where once the fires<br></span> +<span class="i1">Blazed high, and soothed the storm-stay'd traveller's woes;<br></span> +<span class="i0">See! the weak roof, that abler props requires,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Admits the winds, and swift descending snows.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here, to forget the labours of the day,<br></span> +<span class="i1">No more the swains at evening hours repair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But wandering flocks assume the well known way<br></span> +<span class="i1">To shun the rigours of the midnight air.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In yonder chamber, half to ruin gone,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Once stood the ancient housewife's curtained bed—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Timely the prudent matron has withdrawn,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And each domestic comfort with her fled.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The trees, the flowers that her own hands had reared,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The plants, the vines, that were so verdant seen,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The trees, the flowers, the vines have disappear'd,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And every plant has vanish'd from the green.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So sits in tears on wide Campania's plain<br></span> +<span class="i1">Rome, once the mistress of a world enslaved;<br></span> +<span class="i0">That triumph'd o'er the land, subdued the main,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And Time himself, in her wild transports, braved.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So sits in tears on Palestina's shore<br></span> +<span class="i1">The Hebrew town, of splendour once divine—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her kings, her lords, her triumphs are no more;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Slain are her priests, and ruin'd every shrine.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Once, in the bounds of this deserted room,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Perhaps some swain nocturnal courtship made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps some Sherlock mused amidst the gloom;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Since Love and Death forever seek the shade.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Perhaps some miser, doom'd to discontent,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here counted o'er the heaps acquired with pain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He to the dust—his gold, on traffick sent,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Shall ne'er disgrace these mouldering walls again.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor shall the glow-worm fopling, sunshine bred,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Seek, at the evening hour this wonted dome—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Time has reduced the fabrick to a shed,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Scarce fit to be the wandering beggar's home.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And none but I its dismal case lament—<br></span> +<span class="i1">None, none but I o'er its cold relics mourn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sent by the muse—(the time perhaps misspent)—<br></span> +<span class="i1">To write dull stanzas on this dome forlorn.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_36_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_40"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> The first trace that I can find of this poem is in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i> of May 18, 1785. I have little doubt that it is the "Stanzas on an Ancient Dutch House on Long Island," mentioned in 1773 in a letter to Madison as forming a part of Freneau's publication, "<i>The American Village</i>," now lost. @@ -5962,153 +5996,153 @@ emended this poem; he seldom reprinted it without minor changes, usually for the better.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="THE_CITIZENS_RESOLVE37" id="THE_CITIZENS_RESOLVE37"></a>THE CITIZEN'S RESOLVE<a name="FNanchor_37_41" id="FNanchor_37_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_41" class="fnanchor">[37]</a></h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Far be the dull and heavy day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And toil, and restless care, from me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sorrow attends on loads of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And kings are wretched, I am told.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Soon from the noisy town removed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To such wild scenes as Plato<a name="FNanchor_E_42" id="FNanchor_E_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_E_42" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> lov'd,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span><span class="i0">"Where, placed the leafless oaks between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Less haughty grows the wintergreen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"There, Night, will I (lock'd in thy arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sweet goddess of the sable charms)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Enjoy the dear, delightful dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That fancy prompts by shallow<a name="FNanchor_38_43" id="FNanchor_38_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_43" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where wood nymphs walk their evening round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And fairies haunt the moonlight ground.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Beneath some mountain's towering height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In cottage low I hail the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where jovial swains with heart sincere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Welcome the new returning year;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Each tells a tale or chaunts a song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of her, for whom he sigh'd so long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of Cynthia<a name="FNanchor_39_44" id="FNanchor_39_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_44" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> fair, or Delia coy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Neglecting still her love-sick boy—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"While, near, the hoary headed sage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Recalls the feats of youth's gay age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"All that in past time e'er was seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And many a frolic on the green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"How champion he with champions met,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And fiercely they did combat it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Or how, full oft, with horn and hound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"They chaced the deer the forest round—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The panting deer as swiftly flies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yet by the well-aimed musquet dies!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Thus pass the evening hours away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Unnoticed dies the parting day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Unmeasured flows that happy juice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Which mild October did produce,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No surly sage, too frugal found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No niggard housewife deals it round:<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><span class="i0">"And deep they quaff the inspiring bowl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That kindles gladness in the soul.—<a name="FNanchor_40_45" id="FNanchor_40_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_45" class="fnanchor">[41]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">"But now the moon, exalted high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Adds lustre to the earth and sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And in the mighty ocean's glass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Admires the beauties of her face—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"About her orb you may behold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The circling stars that freeze with cold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But they in brighter seasons please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Winter can find no charms in these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"While less ambitious, we admire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And more esteem domestic fire.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"O could I there a mansion find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Suited exactly to my mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Near that industrious, heavenly train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of rustics honest, neat, and plain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The days, the weeks, the years to pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With some good-natured, longing lass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With her the cooling spring to sip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And seize, at will, her damask lip;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The groves, the springs, the shades divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And all Arcadia should be mine!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Steep me, steep me, some poppies deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In beechen bowl, to bring on sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Love hath my soul in fetters bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Through the dull night no sleep I found;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O gentle sleep! bestow thy dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of fields, and woods, and murmuring streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Dark, tufted groves, and grottoes rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And Flora, charming Flora, there.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Dull Commerce, hence, with all thy train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of debts, and dues, and loss, and gain;<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span><span class="i0">"To hills, and groves, and purling streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To nights of ease, and heaven-born dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"While wiser Damon hastes away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Should I in this dull city stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Condemn'd to death by slow decays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And care that clouds my brightest days?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"No—by Silenus' self I swear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In rustic shades I'll kill that care."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So spoke Lysander, and in haste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His clerks discharg'd, his goods re-cased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the western forests flew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fifty airy schemes in view;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His ships were set to public sale—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what did all this change avail?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In three short months, sick of the heavenly train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In three short months—he moved to town again.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_41" id="Footnote_37_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_41"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> From the edition of 1809. The 1786 edition has the note, "Written +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="THE_CITIZENS_RESOLVE37"></a>THE CITIZEN'S RESOLVE<a id="FNanchor_37_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_41" class="fnanchor">[37]</a></h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Far be the dull and heavy day<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And toil, and restless care, from me—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Sorrow attends on loads of gold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And kings are wretched, I am told.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Soon from the noisy town removed<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To such wild scenes as Plato<a id="FNanchor_E_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_E_42" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> lov'd,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span><span class="i0">"Where, placed the leafless oaks between,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Less haughty grows the wintergreen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"There, Night, will I (lock'd in thy arms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweet goddess of the sable charms)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Enjoy the dear, delightful dreams<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That fancy prompts by shallow<a id="FNanchor_38_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_43" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> streams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where wood nymphs walk their evening round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And fairies haunt the moonlight ground.<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Beneath some mountain's towering height<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In cottage low I hail the night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where jovial swains with heart sincere<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Welcome the new returning year;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Each tells a tale or chaunts a song<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of her, for whom he sigh'd so long,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of Cynthia<a id="FNanchor_39_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_44" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> fair, or Delia coy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Neglecting still her love-sick boy—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"While, near, the hoary headed sage<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Recalls the feats of youth's gay age,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"All that in past time e'er was seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And many a frolic on the green,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"How champion he with champions met,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And fiercely they did combat it—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Or how, full oft, with horn and hound<br></span> +<span class="i0">"They chaced the deer the forest round—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The panting deer as swiftly flies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet by the well-aimed musquet dies!<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Thus pass the evening hours away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Unnoticed dies the parting day;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Unmeasured flows that happy juice,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Which mild October did produce,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No surly sage, too frugal found,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No niggard housewife deals it round:<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><span class="i0">"And deep they quaff the inspiring bowl<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That kindles gladness in the soul.—<a id="FNanchor_40_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_45" class="fnanchor">[41]</a><br></span> +<span class="i2">"But now the moon, exalted high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Adds lustre to the earth and sky,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And in the mighty ocean's glass<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Admires the beauties of her face—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"About her orb you may behold<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The circling stars that freeze with cold—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But they in brighter seasons please,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Winter can find no charms in these,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"While less ambitious, we admire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And more esteem domestic fire.<br></span> +<span class="i2">"O could I there a mansion find<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Suited exactly to my mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Near that industrious, heavenly train<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of rustics honest, neat, and plain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The days, the weeks, the years to pass<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With some good-natured, longing lass,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With her the cooling spring to sip,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And seize, at will, her damask lip;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The groves, the springs, the shades divine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And all Arcadia should be mine!<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Steep me, steep me, some poppies deep<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In beechen bowl, to bring on sleep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Love hath my soul in fetters bound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Through the dull night no sleep I found;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O gentle sleep! bestow thy dreams<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of fields, and woods, and murmuring streams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Dark, tufted groves, and grottoes rare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And Flora, charming Flora, there.<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Dull Commerce, hence, with all thy train<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of debts, and dues, and loss, and gain;<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span><span class="i0">"To hills, and groves, and purling streams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To nights of ease, and heaven-born dreams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"While wiser Damon hastes away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Should I in this dull city stay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Condemn'd to death by slow decays<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And care that clouds my brightest days?<br></span> +<span class="i2">"No—by Silenus' self I swear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In rustic shades I'll kill that care."<br></span> +<span class="i2">So spoke Lysander, and in haste<br></span> +<span class="i0">His clerks discharg'd, his goods re-cased,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And to the western forests flew<br></span> +<span class="i0">With fifty airy schemes in view;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His ships were set to public sale—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But what did all this change avail?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">In three short months, sick of the heavenly train,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In three short months—he moved to town again.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_37_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_41"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> From the edition of 1809. The 1786 edition has the note, "Written 1770."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_E_42" id="Footnote_E_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_E_42"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> Shenstone.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_E_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_E_42"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> Shenstone.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_43" id="Footnote_38_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_43"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> Sylvan.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_38_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_43"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> Sylvan.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_44" id="Footnote_39_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_44"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> Dolly.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_39_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_44"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> Dolly.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_45" id="Footnote_40_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_45"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_40_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_45"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But swift as changing goblets pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bless the virtues of the glass."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But swift as changing goblets pass,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They bless the virtues of the glass."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="THE_DYING_ELM41" id="THE_DYING_ELM41"></a>THE DYING ELM<a name="FNanchor_41_46" id="FNanchor_41_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_46" class="fnanchor">[42]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="THE_DYING_ELM41"></a>THE DYING ELM<a id="FNanchor_41_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_46" class="fnanchor">[42]</a></h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet, lovely Elm, who here dost grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Companion of unsocial care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! thy dejected branches die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst this torrid air—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smit by the sun or blasting moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like fainting flowers, their verdure gone.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy withering leaves, that drooping hang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presage thine end approaching nigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lo! thy amber tears distill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attended with that parting sigh—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O charming tree! no more decline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But be thy shades and love-sick whispers mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet, lovely Elm, who here dost grow<br></span> +<span class="i0">Companion of unsocial care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! thy dejected branches die<br></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst this torrid air—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Smit by the sun or blasting moon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like fainting flowers, their verdure gone.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy withering leaves, that drooping hang,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Presage thine end approaching nigh;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lo! thy amber tears distill,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Attended with that parting sigh—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O charming tree! no more decline,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But be thy shades and love-sick whispers mine.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Forbear to die—this weeping eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall shed her little drops on you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall o'er thy sad disaster grieve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wash thy wounds with pearly dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall pity you, and pity me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heal the languor of my tree!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forbear to die—this weeping eye<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall shed her little drops on you,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall o'er thy sad disaster grieve,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And wash thy wounds with pearly dew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall pity you, and pity me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And heal the languor of my tree!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Short is thy life, if thou so soon must fade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like angry Jonah's gourd at Nineveh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, in a night, its bloomy branches spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And perish'd with the day.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, then, revive, sweet lovely Elm, lest I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro' vehemence of heat, like Jonah, wish to die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Short is thy life, if thou so soon must fade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like angry Jonah's gourd at Nineveh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That, in a night, its bloomy branches spread,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And perish'd with the day.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, then, revive, sweet lovely Elm, lest I,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' vehemence of heat, like Jonah, wish to die.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_46" id="Footnote_41_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_46"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> First published in the June number of the <i>United States Magazine</i>, 1779, +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_41_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_46"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> First published in the June number of the <i>United States Magazine</i>, 1779, under the title, "The Dying Elm: An Irregular Ode." This earliest version was much changed in its later editions; the third stanza was added for the edition of 1786. It may be doubted if Freneau much improved the poem from @@ -6119,8 +6153,8 @@ for a day;" "Come, then, revive, sweet shady elm, lest I." With two minor exceptions the text was unvaried for the later editions.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="COLUMBUS_TO_FERDINAND42" id="COLUMBUS_TO_FERDINAND42"></a>COLUMBUS TO FERDINAND<a name="FNanchor_42_47" id="FNanchor_42_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_47" class="fnanchor">[43]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="COLUMBUS_TO_FERDINAND42"></a>COLUMBUS TO FERDINAND<a id="FNanchor_42_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_47" class="fnanchor">[43]</a></h3> <div class="sblockquot"><p>Columbus was a considerable number of years engaged in soliciting the Court of Spain to fit him out, in order to discover a new continent, which he @@ -6130,111 +6164,111 @@ Stanzas.</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Illustrious monarch of Iberia's soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too long I wait permission to depart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sick of delays, I beg thy list'ning ear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shine forth the patron and the prince of art.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While yet Columbus breathes the vital air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grant his request to pass the western main:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reserve this glory for thy native soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what must please thee more—for thy own reign.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Illustrious monarch of Iberia's soil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too long I wait permission to depart;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sick of delays, I beg thy list'ning ear—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shine forth the patron and the prince of art.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While yet Columbus breathes the vital air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Grant his request to pass the western main:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reserve this glory for thy native soil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And what must please thee more—for thy own reign.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of this huge globe, how small a part we know—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Does heaven their worlds to western suns deny?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How disproportion'd to the mighty deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lands that yet in human prospect lie!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this huge globe, how small a part we know—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Does heaven their worlds to western suns deny?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">How disproportion'd to the mighty deep<br></span> +<span class="i0">The lands that yet in human prospect lie!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Does Cynthia, when to western skies arriv'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spend her sweet beam upon the barren main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ne'er illume with midnight splendor, she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The natives dancing on the lightsome green?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Does Cynthia, when to western skies arriv'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spend her sweet beam upon the barren main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er illume with midnight splendor, she,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The natives dancing on the lightsome green?—<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Should the vast circuit of the world contain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such wastes of ocean, and such scanty land?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis reason's voice that bids me think not so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think more nobly of the Almighty hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should the vast circuit of the world contain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such wastes of ocean, and such scanty land?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis reason's voice that bids me think not so,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I think more nobly of the Almighty hand.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Does yon' fair lamp trace half the circle round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To light the waves and monsters of the seas?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No—be there must beyond the billowy waste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Islands, and men, and animals, and trees.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Does yon' fair lamp trace half the circle round<br></span> +<span class="i0">To light the waves and monsters of the seas?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No—be there must beyond the billowy waste<br></span> +<span class="i0">Islands, and men, and animals, and trees.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An unremitting flame my breast inspires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To seek new lands amidst the barren waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where falling low, the source of day descends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the blue sea his evening visage laves.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An unremitting flame my breast inspires<br></span> +<span class="i0">To seek new lands amidst the barren waves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where falling low, the source of day descends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the blue sea his evening visage laves.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hear, in his tragic lay, Cordova's sage:<a name="FNanchor_F_48" id="FNanchor_F_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_F_48" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>"The time shall come, when numerous years are past,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>"The ocean shall dissolve the bands of things,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>"And an extended region rise at last;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hear, in his tragic lay, Cordova's sage:<a id="FNanchor_F_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_F_48" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"The time shall come, when numerous years are past,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"The ocean shall dissolve the bands of things,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"And an extended region rise at last;</i><br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_F_48" id="Footnote_F_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_F_48"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Seneca the poet, native of Cordova in Spain.—<i>Freneau's note</i> (<i>1786</i>). +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_F_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_F_48"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Seneca the poet, native of Cordova in Spain.—<i>Freneau's note</i> (<i>1786</i>). <i>Venient annis secula seris, quibus oceanus vincula rerum laxet, et ingens pateat tellus, Typhisque novos detegat orbes; nec sit terris Ultima Thule.</i>—Seneca, Med., Act. III, V. 375. (<i>Ibid. Ed. 1795 et seq.</i>)</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>"And Typhis shall disclose the mighty land</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>"Far, far away, where none have rov'd before;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>"Nor shall the world's remotest region be</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>"Gibraltar's rock, or Thule's</i><a name="FNanchor_G_49" id="FNanchor_G_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_G_49" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> <i>savage shore."</i><a name="FNanchor_43_50" id="FNanchor_43_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_50" class="fnanchor">[44]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"And Typhis shall disclose the mighty land</i><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"Far, far away, where none have rov'd before;</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"Nor shall the world's remotest region be</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"Gibraltar's rock, or Thule's</i><a id="FNanchor_G_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_G_49" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> <i>savage shore."</i><a id="FNanchor_43_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_50" class="fnanchor">[44]</a><br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_G_49" id="Footnote_G_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_G_49"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Supposed by many to be the Orkney or Shetland Isles.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_G_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_G_49"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Supposed by many to be the Orkney or Shetland Isles.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fir'd at the theme, I languish to depart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supply the barque, and bid Columbus sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fears no storms upon the untravell'd deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reason shall steer, and skill disarm the gale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fir'd at the theme, I languish to depart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Supply the barque, and bid Columbus sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He fears no storms upon the untravell'd deep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reason shall steer, and skill disarm the gale.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor does he dread to lose the intended course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though far from land the reeling galley stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And skies above, and gulphy seas below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be the sole objects seen for many a day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor does he dread to lose the intended course,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though far from land the reeling galley stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And skies above, and gulphy seas below<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be the sole objects seen for many a day.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Think not that Nature has unveil'd in vain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mystic magnet to the mortal eye:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So late have we the guiding needle plann'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only to sail beneath our native sky?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think not that Nature has unveil'd in vain<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mystic magnet to the mortal eye:<br></span> +<span class="i0">So late have we the guiding needle plann'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">Only to sail beneath our native sky?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ere this was found, the ruling power of all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Found for our use an ocean in the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its breadth so small we could not wander long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor long be absent from the neighbouring strand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere this was found, the ruling power of all<br></span> +<span class="i0">Found for our use an ocean in the land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Its breadth so small we could not wander long,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor long be absent from the neighbouring strand.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Short was the course, and guided by the stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But stars no more shall point our daring way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Bear shall sink, and every guard be drown'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And great Arcturus scarce escape the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Short was the course, and guided by the stars,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But stars no more shall point our daring way;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Bear shall sink, and every guard be drown'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And great Arcturus scarce escape the sea,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When southward we shall steer—O grant my wish.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supply the barque, and bid Columbus sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He dreads no tempests on the untravell'd deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reason shall steer, and shall disarm the gale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When southward we shall steer—O grant my wish.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Supply the barque, and bid Columbus sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He dreads no tempests on the untravell'd deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reason shall steer, and shall disarm the gale.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_47" id="Footnote_42_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_47"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> According to the edition of 1786, this poem was "written 1770." The +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_42_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_47"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> According to the edition of 1786, this poem was "written 1770." The first trace that I find of it is in the June number of the <i>United States Magazine</i>, 1779. The 1786 text, which I have followed, was changed but little in the later editions.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_50" id="Footnote_43_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_50"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> This is a translation of the passage from Seneca used on the title page of +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_43_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_50"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> This is a translation of the passage from Seneca used on the title page of <i>The Rising Glory of America</i>.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_RISING_GLORY_OF_AMERICA44" id="THE_RISING_GLORY_OF_AMERICA44"></a>THE RISING GLORY OF AMERICA<a name="FNanchor_44_51" id="FNanchor_44_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_51" class="fnanchor">[45]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_RISING_GLORY_OF_AMERICA44"></a>THE RISING GLORY OF AMERICA<a id="FNanchor_44_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_51" class="fnanchor">[45]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">Being part of a Dialogue pronounced on a public occasion.</p> @@ -6251,530 +6285,530 @@ Peace.—Conclusion.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now shall the adventurous muse attempt a theme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More new, more noble and more flush of fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than all that went before—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now through the veil of ancient days renew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The period famed when first Columbus touched<span class='linenum'>5</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">These shores so long unknown—through various toils,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Famine, and death, the hero forced his way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through oceans pregnant with perpetual storms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And climates hostile to adventurous man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why, to prompt your tears, should we resume,<span class='linenum'>10</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span><span class="i0">The tale of Cortez, furious chief, ordained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Indian blood to dye the sands, and choak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Famed Mexico, thy streams with dead? or why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more revive the tale so oft rehearsed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Atabilipa, by thirst of gold,<span class='linenum'>15</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Too conquering motive in the human breast,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deprived of life, which not Peru's rich ore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor Mexico's vast mines could then redeem?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better these northern realms demand our song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Designed by nature for the rural reign,<span class='linenum'>20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For agriculture's toil.—No blood we shed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For metals buried in a rocky waste.—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span><span class="i0">Cursed be that ore, which brutal makes our race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prompts mankind to shed their kindred blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">But whence arose<span class='linenum'>25</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That vagrant race who love the shady vale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And choose the forest for their dark abode?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For long has this perplext the sages' skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To investigate.—Tradition lends no aid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To unveil this secret to the human eye,<span class='linenum'>30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first these various nations, north and south,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Possest these shores, or from what countries came;<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><span class="i0">Whether they sprang from some primæval head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their own lands, like Adam in the east,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet this the sacred oracles deny,<span class='linenum'>35</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reason, too, reclaims against the thought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For when the general deluge drowned the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where could their tribes have found security,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where find their fate, but in the ghastly deep?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless, as others dream, some chosen few<span class='linenum'>40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">High on the Andes 'scaped the general death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High on the Andes, wrapt in endless snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where winter in his wildest fury reigns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And subtile æther scarce our life maintains.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But here philosophers oppose the scheme:<span class='linenum'>45</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This earth, say they, nor hills nor mountains knew<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><span class="i0">Ere yet the universal flood prevailed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when the mighty waters rose aloft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roused by the winds, they shook their solid base,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, in convulsions, tore the deluged world,<span class='linenum'>50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till by the winds assuaged, again they fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all their ragged bed exposed to view.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Perhaps far wandering toward the northern pole<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The streights of Zembla, and the frozen zone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where the eastern Greenland almost joins<span class='linenum'>55</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">America's north point, the hardy tribes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of banished Jews, Siberians, Tartars wild<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came over icy mountains, or on floats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First reached these coasts, hid from the world beside.—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span><span class="i0">And yet another argument more strange,<span class='linenum'>60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reserved for men of deeper thought, and late,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presents itself to view:—In Peleg's days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(So says the Hebrew seer's unerring pen)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This mighty mass of earth, this solid globe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was cleft in twain,—"divided" east and west,<span class='linenum'>65</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">While then perhaps the deep Atlantic roll'd,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the vast chasm, and laved the solid world;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And traces indisputable remain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this primæval land now sunk and lost.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The islands rising in our eastern main<span class='linenum'>70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are but small fragments of this continent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose two extremities were Newfoundland<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And St. Helena.—One far in the north,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span><span class="i0">Where shivering seamen view with strange surprize<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guiding pole-star glittering o'er their heads;<span class='linenum'>75</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other near the southern tropic rears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its head above the waves—Bermuda's isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cape Verd, Canary, Britain, and the Azores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fam'd Hibernia, are but broken parts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of some prodigious waste, which once sustain'd<span class='linenum'>80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nations and tribes, of vanished memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forests and towns, and beasts of every class,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where navies now explore their briny way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your sophistry, Eugenio, makes me smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roving mind of man delights to dwell<span class='linenum'>85</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><span class="i0">On hidden things, merely because they're hid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He thinks his knowledge far beyond all limit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And boldly fathoms Nature's darkest haunts;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for uncertainties, your broken isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your northern Tartars, and your wandering Jews,<span class='linenum'>90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The flimsy cobwebs of a sophist's brain)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear what the voice of history proclaims:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Carthagenians, ere the Roman yoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Broke their proud spirits, and enslaved them too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For navigation were renowned as much<span class='linenum'>95</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As haughty Tyre with all her hundred fleets.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full many a league their venturous seamen sailed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through streight Gibraltar, down the western shore<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span><span class="i0">Of Africa, to the Canary isles:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By them called Fortunate; so Flaccus sings.<span class='linenum'>100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because eternal spring there clothes the fields<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fruits delicious bloom throughout the year.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From voyaging here, this inference I draw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps some barque with all her numerous crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falling to leeward of her destined port,<span class='linenum'>105</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caught by the eastern Trade, was hurried on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the unceasing blast to Indian isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brazil, La Plata, or the coasts more south—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There stranded, and unable to return,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forever from their native skies estranged.<span class='linenum'>110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doubtless they made these virgin climes their own,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><span class="i0">And in the course of long revolving years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A numerous progeny from these arose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spread throughout the coasts—those whom we call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brazilians, Mexicans, Peruvians rich,<span class='linenum'>115</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tribes of Chili, Patagon, and those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who till the shores of Amazon's long stream.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first the power of Europe here attained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vast empires, kingdoms, cities, palaces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And polished nations stock'd the fertile land.<span class='linenum'>120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has not heard of Cusco, Lima, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The town of Mexico—huge cities form'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Indian architecture; ere the arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of haughty Spain disturb'd the peaceful soil?—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span><span class="i0">But here, amid this northern dark domain,<span class='linenum'>125</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No towns were seen to rise.—No arts were here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tribes unskill'd to raise the lofty mast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or force the daring prow thro' adverse waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazed on the pregnant soil, and craved alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life from the unaided genius of the ground,—<span class='linenum'>130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This indicates they were a different race;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whom descended, 'tis not ours to say—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That power, no doubt, who furnish'd trees, and plants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And animals to this vast continent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoke into being man among the rest,—<span class='linenum'>135</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what a change is here!—what arts arise!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What towns and capitals! how commerce waves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her gaudy flags, where silence reign'd before!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Speak, learned Eugenio, for I've heard you tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dismal story, and the cause that brought<span class='linenum'>140</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first adventurers to these western shores!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glorious cause that urged our fathers first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To visit climes unknown, and wilder woods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than e'er Tartarian or Norwegian saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with fair culture to adorn a soil<span class='linenum'>145</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That never felt the industrious swain before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All this long story to rehearse, would tire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, the sun towards the west retreats,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><span class="i0">Nor can the noblest theme retard his speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor loftiest verse—not that which sang the fall<span class='linenum'>150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Troy divine, and fierce Achilles' ire.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet hear a part:—By persecution wronged<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sacerdotal rage, our fathers came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Europe's hostile shores to these abodes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here to enjoy a liberty in faith,<span class='linenum'>155</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Secure from tyranny and base controul.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this they left their country and their friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And plough'd the Atlantic wave in quest of peace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And found new shores, and sylvan settlements,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And men, alike unknowing and unknown.<span class='linenum'>160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, by the care of each adventurous chief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New governments (their wealth unenvied yet)<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><span class="i0">Were form'd on liberty and virtue's plan.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These searching out uncultivated tracts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conceived new plans of towns, and capitals,<span class='linenum'>165</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spacious provinces.—Why should I name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee, Penn, the Solon of our western lands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sagacious legislator, whom the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admires, long dead: an infant colony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nursed by thy care, now rises o'er the rest<span class='linenum'>170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like that tall pyramid in Egypt's waste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er all the neighbouring piles, they also great.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should I name those heroes so well known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who peopled all the rest from Canada<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Georgia's farthest coasts, West Florida,<span class='linenum'>175</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Apalachian mountains?—Yet what streams<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><span class="i0">Of blood were shed! what Indian hosts were slain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the days of peace were quite restored!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, while they overturn'd the rugged soil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swept the forests from the shaded plain<span class='linenum'>180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst dangers, foes, and death, fierce Indian tribes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With vengeful malice arm'd, and black design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft murdered, or dispersed, these colonies—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Encouraged, too, by Gallia's hostile sons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A warlike race, who late their arms display'd,<span class='linenum'>185</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Quebec, Montreal, and farthest coasts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Labrador, or Cape Breton, where now<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><span class="i0">The British standard awes the subject host.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, those brave chiefs, who, lavish of their blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fought in Britannia's cause, in battle fell!—<span class='linenum'>190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What heart but mourns the untimely fate of Wolfe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, dying, conquered!—or what breast but beats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To share a fate like his, and die like him!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But why alone commemorate the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pass those glorious heroes by, who yet<span class='linenum'>195</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breathe the same air, and see the light with us?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead, Leander, are but empty names,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they who fall to-day the same to us<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><span class="i0">As they who fell ten centuries ago!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lost are they all that shined on earth before;<span class='linenum'>200</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rome's boldest champions in the dust are laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ajax and great Achilles are no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Philip's warlike son, an empty shade!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Washington among our sons of fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will rise conspicuous as the morning star<span class='linenum'>205</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the inferior lights:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To distant wilds Virginia sent him forth—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her brave sons he gallantly opposed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bold invaders of his country's rights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where wild Ohio pours the mazy flood,<span class='linenum'>210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mighty meadows skirt his subject streams.—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><span class="i0">But now delighting in his elm tree's shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where deep Potowmac laves the enchanting shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He prunes the tender vine, or bids the soil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Luxuriant harvests to the sun display.—<span class='linenum'>215</span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Behold a different scene—not thus employed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were Cortez, and Pizarro, pride of Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom blood and murder only satisfied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all to glut their avarice and ambition!—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such is the curse, Acasto, where the soul<span class='linenum'>220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humane is wanting—but we boast no feats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of cruelty like Europe's murdering breed:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our milder epithet is merciful,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><span class="i0">And each American, true hearted, learns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To conquer, and to spare; for coward souls<span class='linenum'>225</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone seek vengeance on a vanquished foe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gold, fatal gold, was the alluring bait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Spain's rapacious tribes—hence rose the wars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Chili to the Caribbean sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Montezuma's Mexican domains:<span class='linenum'>230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">More blest are we, with whose unenvied soil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature decreed no mingling gold to shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No flaming diamond, precious emerald,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No blushing sapphire, ruby, chrysolite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or jasper red—more noble riches flow<span class='linenum'>235</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From agriculture, and the industrious swain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who tills the fertile vale, or mountain's brow.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><span class="i0">Content to lead a safe, a humble life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among his native hills, romantic shades<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as the muse of Greece of old did feign,<span class='linenum'>240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Allured the Olympian gods from chrystal skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envying such lovely scenes to mortal man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long has the rural life been justly fam'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bards of old their pleasing pictures drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of flowery meads, and groves, and gliding streams:<span class='linenum'>245</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, old Arcadia—wood-nymphs, satyrs, fauns;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hence Elysium, fancied heaven below!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair agriculture, not unworthy kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once exercised the royal hand, or those<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span><span class="i0">Whose virtues raised them to the rank of gods.<span class='linenum'>250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">See old Laertes in his shepherd weeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from his pompous throne and court august,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Digging the grateful soil, where round him rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sons of the earth, the tall aspiring oaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or orchards, boasting of more fertile boughs,<span class='linenum'>255</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laden with apples red, sweet scented peach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pear, cherry, apricot, or spungy plumb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While through the glebe the industrious oxen draw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth-inverting plough.—Those Romans too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fabricius and Camillus, loved a life<span class='linenum'>260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of neat simplicity and rustic bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the noisy Forum hastening far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From busy camps, and sycophants, and crowns,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><span class="i0">'Midst woods and fields spent the remains of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where full enjoyment still awaits the wise.<span class='linenum'>265</span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">How grateful, to behold the harvests rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mighty crops adorn the extended plains!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair plenty smiles throughout, while lowing herds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stalk o'er the shrubby hill or grassy mead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or at some shallow river slake their thirst.—<span class='linenum'>270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The inclosure, now, succeeds the shepherd's care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet milk-white flocks adorn the well stock'd farm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And court the attention of the industrious swain.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fleece rewards him well, and when the winds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blow with a keener blast, and from the north<span class='linenum'>275</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour mingled tempests through a sunless sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Ice, sleet, and rattling hail) secure he sits<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><span class="i0">Warm in his cottage, fearless of the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enjoying now the toils of milder moons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet hoping for the spring.—Such are the joys,<span class='linenum'>280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such the toils of those whom heaven hath bless'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With souls enamoured of a country life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such are the visions of the rustic reign—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this alone, the fountain of support,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would scarce employ the varying mind of man;<span class='linenum'>285</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each seeks employ, and each a different way:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strip Commerce of her sail, and men once more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would be converted into savages;—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No nation e'er grew social and refined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till Commerce first had wing'd the adventurous prow,<span class='linenum'>290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sent the slow-paced caravan, afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To waft their produce to some other clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bring the wished exchange—thus came, of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golconda's golden ore, and thus the wealth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Ophir, to the wisest of mankind.<span class='linenum'>295</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great is the praise of Commerce, and the men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserve our praise, who spread the undaunted sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And traverse every sea—their dangers great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death still to combat in the unfeeling gale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every billow but a gaping grave:—<span class='linenum'>300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, skies and waters, wearying on the eye,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><span class="i0">For weeks and months no other prospect yield<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But barren wastes, unfathomed depths, where not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blissful haunt of human form is seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cheer the unsocial horrors of the way.—<span class='linenum'>305</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet all these bold designs to Science owe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their rise and glory.—Hail, fair Science! thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transplanted from the eastern skies, dost bloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these blest regions.—Greece and Rome no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Detain the Muses on Citheron's brow,<span class='linenum'>310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or old Olympus, crowned with waving woods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Hæmus' top, where once was heard the harp,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Orpheus' harp, that gained his cause below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pierced the souls of Orcus and his bride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hush'd to silence by its voice divine<span class='linenum'>315</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy melancholy waters, and the gales<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Hebrus! that o'er thy sad surface blow.—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more the maids round Alpheus' waters stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he with Arethusa's stream doth mix,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or where swift Tiber disembogues his waves<span class='linenum'>320</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the Italian sea, so long unsung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hither they wing their way, the last, the best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of countries, where the arts shall rise and grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And arms shall have their day;—even now we boast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Franklin, prince of all philosophy,<span class='linenum'>325</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A genius piercing as the electric fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright as the lightning's flash, explained so well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By him, the rival of Britannia's sage.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is the land of every joyous sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of liberty and life, sweet liberty!<span class='linenum'>330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without whose aid the noblest genius fails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Science irretrievably must die.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But come, Eugenio, since we know the past—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What hinders to pervade with searching eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mystic scenes of dark futurity?<span class='linenum'>335</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, shall we ask what empires yet must rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What kingdoms, powers and states, where now are seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mere dreary wastes and awful solitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Melancholy sits, with eye forlorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And time anticipates, when we shall spread<span class='linenum'>340</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dominion from the north, and south, and west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from the Atlantic to Pacific shores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And people half the convex of the main!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glorious theme!—but how shall mortals dare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pierce the dark events of future years<span class='linenum'>345</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scenes unravel, only known to fate?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This might we do, if warmed by that bright coal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snatch'd from the altar of cherubic fire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which touched Isaiah's lips—or if the spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jeremy and Amos, prophets old,<span class='linenum'>350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might swell the heaving breast—I see, I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom's established reign; cities, and men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Numerous as sands upon the ocean shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And empires rising where the sun descends!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Ohio soon shall glide by many a town<span class='linenum'>355</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of note; and where the Mississippi stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By forests shaded, now runs weeping on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nations shall grow, and states not less in fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than Greece and Rome of old!—we too shall boast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Scipios, Solons, Catos, sages, chiefs<span class='linenum'>360</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in the lap of time yet dormant lie,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span><span class="i0">Waiting the joyous hour of life and light.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O snatch me hence, ye muses, to those days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, through the veil of dark antiquity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A race shall hear of us as things remote,<span class='linenum'>365</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That blossomed in the morn of days.—Indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could I weep that we exist so soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just in the dawning of these mighty times,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose scenes are painting for eternity!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissentions that shall swell the trump of fame,<span class='linenum'>370</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ruin hovering o'er all monarchy!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor shall these angry tumults here subside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor murder cease, through all these provinces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till foreign crowns have vanished from our view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dazzle here no more—no more presume<span class='linenum'>375</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><span class="i0">To awe the spirit of fair Liberty;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vengeance must cut the thread,—and Britain, sure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will curse her fatal obstinacy for it!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bent on the ruin of this injured country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will not listen to our humble prayers.<span class='linenum'>380</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though offered with submission:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like vagabonds and objects of destruction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like those whom all mankind are sworn to hate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She casts us off from her protection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will invite the nations round about,<span class='linenum'>385</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Russians and Germans, slaves and savages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To come and have a share in our perdition.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O cruel race, O unrelenting Britain,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span><span class="i0">Who bloody beasts will hire to cut our throats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who war will wage with prattling innocence,<span class='linenum'>390</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And basely murder unoffending women!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will stab their prisoners when they cry for quarter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will burn our towns, and from his lodging turn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor inhabitant to sleep in tempests!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These will be wrongs, indeed, and all sufficient<span class='linenum'>395</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To kindle up our souls to deeds of horror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give to every arm the nerves of Samson—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are the men that fill the world with ruin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every region mourns their greedy sway,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not only for ambition——<span class='linenum'>400</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what are this world's goods, that they for them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should exercise perpetual butchery?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What are these mighty riches we possess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they should send so far to plunder them?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already have we felt their potent arm—<span class='linenum'>405</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever since that inauspicious day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first Sir Francis Bernard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His ruffians planted at the council door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made the assembly room a home for vagrants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soldiers, rank and file—e'er since that day<span class='linenum'>410</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This wretched land, that drinks its children's gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has been a scene of tumult and confusion!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are there not evils in the world enough?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are we so happy that they envy us?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have we not toiled to satisfy their harpies,<span class='linenum'>415</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kings' deputies, that are insatiable;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose practice is to incense the royal mind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make us despicable in his view?—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Have we not all the evils to contend with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, in this life, mankind are subject to,<span class='linenum'>420</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pain, sickness, poverty, and natural death—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But into every wound that nature gave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They will a dagger plunge, and make them mortal!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Enough, enough!—such dismal scenes you paint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I almost shudder at the recollection.—<span class='linenum'>425</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What! are they dogs that they would mangle us?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are these the men that come with base design<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rob the hive, and kill the industrious bee!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To brighter skies I turn my ravished view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fairer prospects from the future draw:—<span class='linenum'>430</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here independent power shall hold her sway,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And public virtue warm the patriot breast:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No traces shall remain of tyranny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And laws, a pattern to the world beside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be here enacted first.——<span class='linenum'>435</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when a train of rolling years are past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(So sung the exiled seer in Patmos isle)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A new Jerusalem, sent down from heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall grace our happy earth,—perhaps this land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose ample bosom shall receive, though late,<span class='linenum'>440</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Myriads of saints, with their immortal king,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live and reign on earth a thousand years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thence called Millennium. Paradise anew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall flourish, by no second Adam lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No dangerous tree with deadly fruit shall grow,<span class='linenum'>445</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No tempting serpent to allure the soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From native innocence.—A Canaan here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another Canaan shall excel the old,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from a fairer Pisgah's top be seen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No thistle here, nor thorn, nor briar shall spring,<span class='linenum'>450</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earth's curse before: the lion and the lamb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mutual friendship linked, shall browse the shrub.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And timorous deer with softened tygers stray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er mead, or lofty hill, or grassy plain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another Jordan's stream shall glide along,<span class='linenum'>455</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Siloah's brook in circling eddies flow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Groves shall adorn their verdant banks, on which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The happy people, free from toils and death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall find secure repose. No fierce disease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No fevers, slow consumption, ghastly plague,<span class='linenum'>460</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Fate's ancient ministers) again proclaim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perpetual war with man: fair fruits shall bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair to the eye, and sweeter to the taste;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature's loud storms be hushed, and seas no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rage hostile to mankind—and, worse than all,<span class='linenum'>465</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fiercer passions of the human breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall kindle up to deeds of death no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all subside in universal peace.——<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Such days the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such America at last shall have<span class='linenum'>470</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When ages, yet to come, have run their round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And future years of bliss alone remain.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_51" id="Footnote_44_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_51"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> The text is from the edition of 1809. The poem, given originally as the +<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now shall the adventurous muse attempt a theme<br></span> +<span class="i0">More new, more noble and more flush of fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than all that went before—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now through the veil of ancient days renew<br></span> +<span class="i0">The period famed when first Columbus touched<span class='linenum'>5</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">These shores so long unknown—through various toils,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Famine, and death, the hero forced his way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Through oceans pregnant with perpetual storms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And climates hostile to adventurous man.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But why, to prompt your tears, should we resume,<span class='linenum'>10</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span><span class="i0">The tale of Cortez, furious chief, ordained<br></span> +<span class="i0">With Indian blood to dye the sands, and choak,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Famed Mexico, thy streams with dead? or why<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once more revive the tale so oft rehearsed<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Atabilipa, by thirst of gold,<span class='linenum'>15</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">(Too conquering motive in the human breast,)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deprived of life, which not Peru's rich ore<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor Mexico's vast mines could then redeem?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Better these northern realms demand our song,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Designed by nature for the rural reign,<span class='linenum'>20</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">For agriculture's toil.—No blood we shed<br></span> +<span class="i0">For metals buried in a rocky waste.—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span><span class="i0">Cursed be that ore, which brutal makes our race<br></span> +<span class="i0">And prompts mankind to shed their kindred blood.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">But whence arose<span class='linenum'>25</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">That vagrant race who love the shady vale,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And choose the forest for their dark abode?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">For long has this perplext the sages' skill<br></span> +<span class="i0">To investigate.—Tradition lends no aid<br></span> +<span class="i0">To unveil this secret to the human eye,<span class='linenum'>30</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">When first these various nations, north and south,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Possest these shores, or from what countries came;<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><span class="i0">Whether they sprang from some primæval head<br></span> +<span class="i0">In their own lands, like Adam in the east,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet this the sacred oracles deny,<span class='linenum'>35</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And reason, too, reclaims against the thought:<br></span> +<span class="i0">For when the general deluge drowned the world<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where could their tribes have found security,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where find their fate, but in the ghastly deep?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unless, as others dream, some chosen few<span class='linenum'>40</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">High on the Andes 'scaped the general death,<br></span> +<span class="i0">High on the Andes, wrapt in endless snow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where winter in his wildest fury reigns,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And subtile æther scarce our life maintains.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But here philosophers oppose the scheme:<span class='linenum'>45</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">This earth, say they, nor hills nor mountains knew<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><span class="i0">Ere yet the universal flood prevailed;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But when the mighty waters rose aloft,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Roused by the winds, they shook their solid base,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, in convulsions, tore the deluged world,<span class='linenum'>50</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till by the winds assuaged, again they fell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all their ragged bed exposed to view.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Perhaps far wandering toward the northern pole<br></span> +<span class="i0">The streights of Zembla, and the frozen zone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And where the eastern Greenland almost joins<span class='linenum'>55</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">America's north point, the hardy tribes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of banished Jews, Siberians, Tartars wild<br></span> +<span class="i0">Came over icy mountains, or on floats,<br></span> +<span class="i0">First reached these coasts, hid from the world beside.—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span><span class="i0">And yet another argument more strange,<span class='linenum'>60</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Reserved for men of deeper thought, and late,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Presents itself to view:—In Peleg's days,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(So says the Hebrew seer's unerring pen)<br></span> +<span class="i0">This mighty mass of earth, this solid globe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was cleft in twain,—"divided" east and west,<span class='linenum'>65</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">While then perhaps the deep Atlantic roll'd,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Through the vast chasm, and laved the solid world;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And traces indisputable remain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of this primæval land now sunk and lost.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The islands rising in our eastern main<span class='linenum'>70</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Are but small fragments of this continent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose two extremities were Newfoundland<br></span> +<span class="i0">And St. Helena.—One far in the north,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span><span class="i0">Where shivering seamen view with strange surprize<br></span> +<span class="i0">The guiding pole-star glittering o'er their heads;<span class='linenum'>75</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The other near the southern tropic rears<br></span> +<span class="i0">Its head above the waves—Bermuda's isles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cape Verd, Canary, Britain, and the Azores,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With fam'd Hibernia, are but broken parts<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of some prodigious waste, which once sustain'd<span class='linenum'>80</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Nations and tribes, of vanished memory,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forests and towns, and beasts of every class,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where navies now explore their briny way.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your sophistry, Eugenio, makes me smile;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The roving mind of man delights to dwell<span class='linenum'>85</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><span class="i0">On hidden things, merely because they're hid:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He thinks his knowledge far beyond all limit,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And boldly fathoms Nature's darkest haunts;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But for uncertainties, your broken isles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your northern Tartars, and your wandering Jews,<span class='linenum'>90</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">(The flimsy cobwebs of a sophist's brain)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hear what the voice of history proclaims:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Carthagenians, ere the Roman yoke<br></span> +<span class="i0">Broke their proud spirits, and enslaved them too,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For navigation were renowned as much<span class='linenum'>95</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">As haughty Tyre with all her hundred fleets.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full many a league their venturous seamen sailed<br></span> +<span class="i0">Through streight Gibraltar, down the western shore<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span><span class="i0">Of Africa, to the Canary isles:<br></span> +<span class="i0">By them called Fortunate; so Flaccus sings.<span class='linenum'>100</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Because eternal spring there clothes the fields<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fruits delicious bloom throughout the year.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">From voyaging here, this inference I draw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps some barque with all her numerous crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Falling to leeward of her destined port,<span class='linenum'>105</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Caught by the eastern Trade, was hurried on<br></span> +<span class="i0">Before the unceasing blast to Indian isles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Brazil, La Plata, or the coasts more south—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There stranded, and unable to return,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forever from their native skies estranged.<span class='linenum'>110</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Doubtless they made these virgin climes their own,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><span class="i0">And in the course of long revolving years<br></span> +<span class="i0">A numerous progeny from these arose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And spread throughout the coasts—those whom we call<br></span> +<span class="i0">Brazilians, Mexicans, Peruvians rich,<span class='linenum'>115</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The tribes of Chili, Patagon, and those<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who till the shores of Amazon's long stream.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">When first the power of Europe here attained,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vast empires, kingdoms, cities, palaces<br></span> +<span class="i0">And polished nations stock'd the fertile land.<span class='linenum'>120</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Who has not heard of Cusco, Lima, and<br></span> +<span class="i0">The town of Mexico—huge cities form'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Indian architecture; ere the arms<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of haughty Spain disturb'd the peaceful soil?—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span><span class="i0">But here, amid this northern dark domain,<span class='linenum'>125</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">No towns were seen to rise.—No arts were here;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tribes unskill'd to raise the lofty mast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or force the daring prow thro' adverse waves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gazed on the pregnant soil, and craved alone<br></span> +<span class="i0">Life from the unaided genius of the ground,—<span class='linenum'>130</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">This indicates they were a different race;<br></span> +<span class="i0">From whom descended, 'tis not ours to say—<br></span> +<span class="i0">That power, no doubt, who furnish'd trees, and plants,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And animals to this vast continent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spoke into being man among the rest,—<span class='linenum'>135</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">But what a change is here!—what arts arise!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What towns and capitals! how commerce waves<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her gaudy flags, where silence reign'd before!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Speak, learned Eugenio, for I've heard you tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">The dismal story, and the cause that brought<span class='linenum'>140</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The first adventurers to these western shores!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The glorious cause that urged our fathers first<br></span> +<span class="i0">To visit climes unknown, and wilder woods<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than e'er Tartarian or Norwegian saw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And with fair culture to adorn a soil<span class='linenum'>145</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">That never felt the industrious swain before.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All this long story to rehearse, would tire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, the sun towards the west retreats,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><span class="i0">Nor can the noblest theme retard his speed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor loftiest verse—not that which sang the fall<span class='linenum'>150</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Troy divine, and fierce Achilles' ire.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet hear a part:—By persecution wronged<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sacerdotal rage, our fathers came<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Europe's hostile shores to these abodes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here to enjoy a liberty in faith,<span class='linenum'>155</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Secure from tyranny and base controul.<br></span> +<span class="i0">For this they left their country and their friends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And plough'd the Atlantic wave in quest of peace;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And found new shores, and sylvan settlements,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And men, alike unknowing and unknown.<span class='linenum'>160</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence, by the care of each adventurous chief<br></span> +<span class="i0">New governments (their wealth unenvied yet)<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><span class="i0">Were form'd on liberty and virtue's plan.<br></span> +<span class="i0">These searching out uncultivated tracts<br></span> +<span class="i0">Conceived new plans of towns, and capitals,<span class='linenum'>165</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And spacious provinces.—Why should I name<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thee, Penn, the Solon of our western lands;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sagacious legislator, whom the world<br></span> +<span class="i0">Admires, long dead: an infant colony,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nursed by thy care, now rises o'er the rest<span class='linenum'>170</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Like that tall pyramid in Egypt's waste<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er all the neighbouring piles, they also great.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why should I name those heroes so well known,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who peopled all the rest from Canada<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Georgia's farthest coasts, West Florida,<span class='linenum'>175</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Apalachian mountains?—Yet what streams<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><span class="i0">Of blood were shed! what Indian hosts were slain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Before the days of peace were quite restored!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, while they overturn'd the rugged soil<br></span> +<span class="i0">And swept the forests from the shaded plain<span class='linenum'>180</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst dangers, foes, and death, fierce Indian tribes<br></span> +<span class="i0">With vengeful malice arm'd, and black design,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oft murdered, or dispersed, these colonies—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Encouraged, too, by Gallia's hostile sons,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A warlike race, who late their arms display'd,<span class='linenum'>185</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">At Quebec, Montreal, and farthest coasts<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Labrador, or Cape Breton, where now<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><span class="i0">The British standard awes the subject host.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here, those brave chiefs, who, lavish of their blood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fought in Britannia's cause, in battle fell!—<span class='linenum'>190</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">What heart but mourns the untimely fate of Wolfe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, dying, conquered!—or what breast but beats<br></span> +<span class="i0">To share a fate like his, and die like him!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But why alone commemorate the dead,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pass those glorious heroes by, who yet<span class='linenum'>195</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Breathe the same air, and see the light with us?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The dead, Leander, are but empty names,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And they who fall to-day the same to us<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><span class="i0">As they who fell ten centuries ago!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lost are they all that shined on earth before;<span class='linenum'>200</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Rome's boldest champions in the dust are laid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ajax and great Achilles are no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Philip's warlike son, an empty shade!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Washington among our sons of fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Will rise conspicuous as the morning star<span class='linenum'>205</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Among the inferior lights:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">To distant wilds Virginia sent him forth—<br></span> +<span class="i0">With her brave sons he gallantly opposed<br></span> +<span class="i0">The bold invaders of his country's rights,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where wild Ohio pours the mazy flood,<span class='linenum'>210</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And mighty meadows skirt his subject streams.—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><span class="i0">But now delighting in his elm tree's shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where deep Potowmac laves the enchanting shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He prunes the tender vine, or bids the soil<br></span> +<span class="i0">Luxuriant harvests to the sun display.—<span class='linenum'>215</span><br></span> +<span class="i1">Behold a different scene—not thus employed<br></span> +<span class="i0">Were Cortez, and Pizarro, pride of Spain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom blood and murder only satisfied,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all to glut their avarice and ambition!—<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such is the curse, Acasto, where the soul<span class='linenum'>220</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Humane is wanting—but we boast no feats<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of cruelty like Europe's murdering breed:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our milder epithet is merciful,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><span class="i0">And each American, true hearted, learns<br></span> +<span class="i0">To conquer, and to spare; for coward souls<span class='linenum'>225</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Alone seek vengeance on a vanquished foe.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gold, fatal gold, was the alluring bait<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Spain's rapacious tribes—hence rose the wars<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Chili to the Caribbean sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Montezuma's Mexican domains:<span class='linenum'>230</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">More blest are we, with whose unenvied soil<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nature decreed no mingling gold to shine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No flaming diamond, precious emerald,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No blushing sapphire, ruby, chrysolite,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or jasper red—more noble riches flow<span class='linenum'>235</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">From agriculture, and the industrious swain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who tills the fertile vale, or mountain's brow.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><span class="i0">Content to lead a safe, a humble life,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Among his native hills, romantic shades<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such as the muse of Greece of old did feign,<span class='linenum'>240</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Allured the Olympian gods from chrystal skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Envying such lovely scenes to mortal man.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Long has the rural life been justly fam'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bards of old their pleasing pictures drew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of flowery meads, and groves, and gliding streams:<span class='linenum'>245</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence, old Arcadia—wood-nymphs, satyrs, fauns;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hence Elysium, fancied heaven below!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair agriculture, not unworthy kings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once exercised the royal hand, or those<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span><span class="i0">Whose virtues raised them to the rank of gods.<span class='linenum'>250</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">See old Laertes in his shepherd weeds<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far from his pompous throne and court august,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Digging the grateful soil, where round him rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sons of the earth, the tall aspiring oaks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or orchards, boasting of more fertile boughs,<span class='linenum'>255</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Laden with apples red, sweet scented peach,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pear, cherry, apricot, or spungy plumb;<br></span> +<span class="i0">While through the glebe the industrious oxen draw<br></span> +<span class="i0">The earth-inverting plough.—Those Romans too,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fabricius and Camillus, loved a life<span class='linenum'>260</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Of neat simplicity and rustic bliss,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from the noisy Forum hastening far,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From busy camps, and sycophants, and crowns,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><span class="i0">'Midst woods and fields spent the remains of life,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where full enjoyment still awaits the wise.<span class='linenum'>265</span><br></span> +<span class="i1">How grateful, to behold the harvests rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mighty crops adorn the extended plains!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair plenty smiles throughout, while lowing herds<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stalk o'er the shrubby hill or grassy mead,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or at some shallow river slake their thirst.—<span class='linenum'>270</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The inclosure, now, succeeds the shepherd's care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet milk-white flocks adorn the well stock'd farm,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And court the attention of the industrious swain.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their fleece rewards him well, and when the winds<br></span> +<span class="i0">Blow with a keener blast, and from the north<span class='linenum'>275</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Pour mingled tempests through a sunless sky<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Ice, sleet, and rattling hail) secure he sits<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><span class="i0">Warm in his cottage, fearless of the storm,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Enjoying now the toils of milder moons,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet hoping for the spring.—Such are the joys,<span class='linenum'>280</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And such the toils of those whom heaven hath bless'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">With souls enamoured of a country life.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such are the visions of the rustic reign—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But this alone, the fountain of support,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would scarce employ the varying mind of man;<span class='linenum'>285</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Each seeks employ, and each a different way:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Strip Commerce of her sail, and men once more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would be converted into savages;—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">No nation e'er grew social and refined<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till Commerce first had wing'd the adventurous prow,<span class='linenum'>290</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Or sent the slow-paced caravan, afar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To waft their produce to some other clime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bring the wished exchange—thus came, of old,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Golconda's golden ore, and thus the wealth<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Ophir, to the wisest of mankind.<span class='linenum'>295</span><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great is the praise of Commerce, and the men<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deserve our praise, who spread the undaunted sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And traverse every sea—their dangers great,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death still to combat in the unfeeling gale,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every billow but a gaping grave:—<span class='linenum'>300</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">There, skies and waters, wearying on the eye,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><span class="i0">For weeks and months no other prospect yield<br></span> +<span class="i0">But barren wastes, unfathomed depths, where not<br></span> +<span class="i0">The blissful haunt of human form is seen<br></span> +<span class="i0">To cheer the unsocial horrors of the way.—<span class='linenum'>305</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet all these bold designs to Science owe<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their rise and glory.—Hail, fair Science! thou,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Transplanted from the eastern skies, dost bloom<br></span> +<span class="i0">In these blest regions.—Greece and Rome no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Detain the Muses on Citheron's brow,<span class='linenum'>310</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Or old Olympus, crowned with waving woods,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Hæmus' top, where once was heard the harp,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Orpheus' harp, that gained his cause below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pierced the souls of Orcus and his bride;<br></span> +<span class="i0">That hush'd to silence by its voice divine<span class='linenum'>315</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy melancholy waters, and the gales<br></span> +<span class="i0">O Hebrus! that o'er thy sad surface blow.—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">No more the maids round Alpheus' waters stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where he with Arethusa's stream doth mix,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or where swift Tiber disembogues his waves<span class='linenum'>320</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Into the Italian sea, so long unsung;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hither they wing their way, the last, the best<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of countries, where the arts shall rise and grow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And arms shall have their day;—even now we boast<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Franklin, prince of all philosophy,<span class='linenum'>325</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">A genius piercing as the electric fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bright as the lightning's flash, explained so well,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By him, the rival of Britannia's sage.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">This is the land of every joyous sound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of liberty and life, sweet liberty!<span class='linenum'>330</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Without whose aid the noblest genius fails,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Science irretrievably must die.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But come, Eugenio, since we know the past—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What hinders to pervade with searching eye<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mystic scenes of dark futurity?<span class='linenum'>335</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Say, shall we ask what empires yet must rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What kingdoms, powers and states, where now are seen<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mere dreary wastes and awful solitude,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Melancholy sits, with eye forlorn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And time anticipates, when we shall spread<span class='linenum'>340</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Dominion from the north, and south, and west,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far from the Atlantic to Pacific shores,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And people half the convex of the main!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">A glorious theme!—but how shall mortals dare<br></span> +<span class="i0">To pierce the dark events of future years<span class='linenum'>345</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And scenes unravel, only known to fate?<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This might we do, if warmed by that bright coal<br></span> +<span class="i0">Snatch'd from the altar of cherubic fire<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which touched Isaiah's lips—or if the spirit<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Jeremy and Amos, prophets old,<span class='linenum'>350</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Might swell the heaving breast—I see, I see<br></span> +<span class="i0">Freedom's established reign; cities, and men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Numerous as sands upon the ocean shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And empires rising where the sun descends!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Ohio soon shall glide by many a town<span class='linenum'>355</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Of note; and where the Mississippi stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By forests shaded, now runs weeping on,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nations shall grow, and states not less in fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than Greece and Rome of old!—we too shall boast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our Scipios, Solons, Catos, sages, chiefs<span class='linenum'>360</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">That in the lap of time yet dormant lie,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span><span class="i0">Waiting the joyous hour of life and light.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O snatch me hence, ye muses, to those days<br></span> +<span class="i0">When, through the veil of dark antiquity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A race shall hear of us as things remote,<span class='linenum'>365</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">That blossomed in the morn of days.—Indeed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could I weep that we exist so soon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Just in the dawning of these mighty times,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose scenes are painting for eternity!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dissentions that shall swell the trump of fame,<span class='linenum'>370</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And ruin hovering o'er all monarchy!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Eugenio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor shall these angry tumults here subside<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor murder cease, through all these provinces,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Till foreign crowns have vanished from our view<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dazzle here no more—no more presume<span class='linenum'>375</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><span class="i0">To awe the spirit of fair Liberty;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vengeance must cut the thread,—and Britain, sure<br></span> +<span class="i0">Will curse her fatal obstinacy for it!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bent on the ruin of this injured country,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She will not listen to our humble prayers.<span class='linenum'>380</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Though offered with submission:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like vagabonds and objects of destruction,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like those whom all mankind are sworn to hate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She casts us off from her protection,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And will invite the nations round about,<span class='linenum'>385</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Russians and Germans, slaves and savages,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To come and have a share in our perdition.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O cruel race, O unrelenting Britain,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span><span class="i0">Who bloody beasts will hire to cut our throats,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who war will wage with prattling innocence,<span class='linenum'>390</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And basely murder unoffending women!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Will stab their prisoners when they cry for quarter,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Will burn our towns, and from his lodging turn<br></span> +<span class="i0">The poor inhabitant to sleep in tempests!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">These will be wrongs, indeed, and all sufficient<span class='linenum'>395</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">To kindle up our souls to deeds of horror,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And give to every arm the nerves of Samson—<br></span> +<span class="i0">These are the men that fill the world with ruin,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every region mourns their greedy sway,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not only for ambition——<span class='linenum'>400</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">But what are this world's goods, that they for them<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Should exercise perpetual butchery?<br></span> +<span class="i0">What are these mighty riches we possess,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That they should send so far to plunder them?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Already have we felt their potent arm—<span class='linenum'>405</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And ever since that inauspicious day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When first Sir Francis Bernard<br></span> +<span class="i0">His ruffians planted at the council door,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And made the assembly room a home for vagrants,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And soldiers, rank and file—e'er since that day<span class='linenum'>410</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">This wretched land, that drinks its children's gore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Has been a scene of tumult and confusion!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are there not evils in the world enough?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are we so happy that they envy us?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Have we not toiled to satisfy their harpies,<span class='linenum'>415</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Kings' deputies, that are insatiable;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose practice is to incense the royal mind<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And make us despicable in his view?—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Have we not all the evils to contend with<br></span> +<span class="i0">That, in this life, mankind are subject to,<span class='linenum'>420</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Pain, sickness, poverty, and natural death—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But into every wound that nature gave<br></span> +<span class="i0">They will a dagger plunge, and make them mortal!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Leander</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Enough, enough!—such dismal scenes you paint,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I almost shudder at the recollection.—<span class='linenum'>425</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">What! are they dogs that they would mangle us?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are these the men that come with base design<br></span> +<span class="i0">To rob the hive, and kill the industrious bee!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">To brighter skies I turn my ravished view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fairer prospects from the future draw:—<span class='linenum'>430</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Here independent power shall hold her sway,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And public virtue warm the patriot breast:<br></span> +<span class="i0">No traces shall remain of tyranny,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And laws, a pattern to the world beside,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be here enacted first.——<span class='linenum'>435</span><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Acasto</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when a train of rolling years are past,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(So sung the exiled seer in Patmos isle)<br></span> +<span class="i0">A new Jerusalem, sent down from heaven.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall grace our happy earth,—perhaps this land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose ample bosom shall receive, though late,<span class='linenum'>440</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Myriads of saints, with their immortal king,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To live and reign on earth a thousand years,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thence called Millennium. Paradise anew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall flourish, by no second Adam lost,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No dangerous tree with deadly fruit shall grow,<span class='linenum'>445</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">No tempting serpent to allure the soul<br></span> +<span class="i0">From native innocence.—A Canaan here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Another Canaan shall excel the old,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And from a fairer Pisgah's top be seen.<br></span> +<span class="i0">No thistle here, nor thorn, nor briar shall spring,<span class='linenum'>450</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's curse before: the lion and the lamb<br></span> +<span class="i0">In mutual friendship linked, shall browse the shrub.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And timorous deer with softened tygers stray<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er mead, or lofty hill, or grassy plain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Another Jordan's stream shall glide along,<span class='linenum'>455</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And Siloah's brook in circling eddies flow:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Groves shall adorn their verdant banks, on which<br></span> +<span class="i0">The happy people, free from toils and death.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall find secure repose. No fierce disease,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No fevers, slow consumption, ghastly plague,<span class='linenum'>460</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">(Fate's ancient ministers) again proclaim<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perpetual war with man: fair fruits shall bloom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair to the eye, and sweeter to the taste;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nature's loud storms be hushed, and seas no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rage hostile to mankind—and, worse than all,<span class='linenum'>465</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The fiercer passions of the human breast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall kindle up to deeds of death no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But all subside in universal peace.——<br></span> +<span class="i6">Such days the world,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And such America at last shall have<span class='linenum'>470</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">When ages, yet to come, have run their round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And future years of bliss alone remain.<br></span> +</div></div> + + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_44_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_51"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> The text is from the edition of 1809. The poem, given originally as the graduating address of Freneau and Brackenridge at Princeton, Brackenridge delivering it, was first published In 1772 at Philadelphia, by Joseph Crukshank, for R. Aitken, bookseller. This pamphlet edition is the only one @@ -6809,826 +6843,826 @@ of the whole.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">No more of Memphis and her mighty kings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taught golden commerce to unfurl her sails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid fair science smile: No more of Greece<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where learning next her early visit paid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spread her glories to illume the world;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more of Athens, where she flourished,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saw her sons of mighty genius rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smooth flowing Plato, Socrates and him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who with resistless eloquence reviv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spirit of Liberty, and shook the thrones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Macedon and Persia's haughty king.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more of Rome, enlighten'd by her beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fresh kindling there the fire of eloquence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poesy divine; imperial Rome!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose wide dominion reach'd o'er half the globe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose eagle flew o'er Ganges to the East,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the West far to the British isles.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more of Britain and her kings renown'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Edward's and Henry's thunderbolts of war;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her chiefs victorious o'er the Gallic foe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Illustrious senators, immortal bards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wise philosophers, of these no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Theme more new, tho' not less noble, claims<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our ev'ry thought on this auspicious day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rising glory of this western world.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where now the dawning light of science spreads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her orient ray, and wakes the muse's song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where freedom holds her sacred standard high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And commerce rolls her golden tides profuse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of elegance and ev'ry joy of life.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No more of Memphis and her mighty kings.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies<br></span> +<span class="i0">Taught golden commerce to unfurl her sails,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bid fair science smile: No more of Greece<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where learning next her early visit paid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And spread her glories to illume the world;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more of Athens, where she flourished,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And saw her sons of mighty genius rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Smooth flowing Plato, Socrates and him<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who with resistless eloquence reviv'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">The spirit of Liberty, and shook the thrones<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Macedon and Persia's haughty king.<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more of Rome, enlighten'd by her beams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fresh kindling there the fire of eloquence,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And poesy divine; imperial Rome!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose wide dominion reach'd o'er half the globe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose eagle flew o'er Ganges to the East,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And in the West far to the British isles.<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more of Britain and her kings renown'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Edward's and Henry's thunderbolts of war;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her chiefs victorious o'er the Gallic foe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Illustrious senators, immortal bards,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And wise philosophers, of these no more.<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Theme more new, tho' not less noble, claims<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our ev'ry thought on this auspicious day;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The rising glory of this western world.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where now the dawning light of science spreads<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her orient ray, and wakes the muse's song;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where freedom holds her sacred standard high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And commerce rolls her golden tides profuse<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of elegance and ev'ry joy of life.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Since then, Leander, you attempt a strain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So new, so noble and so full of fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since a friendly concourse centers here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">America's own sons, begin O muse!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now thro' the veil of ancient days review<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The period fam'd when first Columbus touch'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shore so long unknown, thro' various toils,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Famine and death, the hero made his way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro' oceans bellowing with eternal storms.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why, thus hap'ly found, should we resume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tale of Cortez, furious chief, ordain'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Indian blood to dye the sands, and choak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fam'd Amazonia's stream with dead! Or why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more revive the story old in fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Atabilipa, by thirst of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Depriv'd of life: which not Peru's rich ore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor Mexico's vast mines cou'd then redeem.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better these northern realms deserve our song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discover'd by Britannia for her sons;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Undeluged with seas of Indian blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which cruel Spain on southern regions spilt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gain by terrors what the gen'rous breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wins by fair treaty, conquers without blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since then, Leander, you attempt a strain<br></span> +<span class="i0">So new, so noble and so full of fame;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And since a friendly concourse centers here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">America's own sons, begin O muse!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now thro' the veil of ancient days review<br></span> +<span class="i0">The period fam'd when first Columbus touch'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">The shore so long unknown, thro' various toils,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Famine and death, the hero made his way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' oceans bellowing with eternal storms.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But why, thus hap'ly found, should we resume<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tale of Cortez, furious chief, ordain'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">With Indian blood to dye the sands, and choak<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fam'd Amazonia's stream with dead! Or why<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once more revive the story old in fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Atabilipa, by thirst of gold<br></span> +<span class="i0">Depriv'd of life: which not Peru's rich ore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor Mexico's vast mines cou'd then redeem.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Better these northern realms deserve our song,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Discover'd by Britannia for her sons;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Undeluged with seas of Indian blood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which cruel Spain on southern regions spilt;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To gain by terrors what the gen'rous breast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wins by fair treaty, conquers without blood.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">High in renown th' intrepid hero stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Europe's shores advent'ring first to try<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New seas, new oceans, unexplor'd by man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fam'd Cabot too may claim our noblest song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who from th' Atlantic surge decry'd these shores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As on he coasted from the Mexic bay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Acady and piny Labradore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor less than him the muse would celebrate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bold Hudson stemming to the pole, thro' seas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vex'd with continual storms, thro' the cold straits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Europe and America oppose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their shores contiguous, and the northern sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confin'd, indignant, swells and roars between.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With these be number'd in the list of fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Illustrious Raleigh, hapless in his fate:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive me, Raleigh, if an infant muse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Borrows thy name to grace her humble strain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By many nobler are thy virtues sung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envy no more shall throw them in the shade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They pour new lustre on Britannia's isle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou too, advent'rous on th' Atlantic main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Burst thro' its storms and fair Virginia hail'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The simple natives saw thy canvas flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gaz'd aloof upon the shady shore:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For in her woods America contain'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From times remote, a savage race of men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall we know their origin, how tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence or where the Indian tribes arose?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">High in renown th' intrepid hero stands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Europe's shores advent'ring first to try<br></span> +<span class="i0">New seas, new oceans, unexplor'd by man.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fam'd Cabot too may claim our noblest song,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who from th' Atlantic surge decry'd these shores,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As on he coasted from the Mexic bay<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Acady and piny Labradore.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor less than him the muse would celebrate<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bold Hudson stemming to the pole, thro' seas<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vex'd with continual storms, thro' the cold straits,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Europe and America oppose<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their shores contiguous, and the northern sea<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confin'd, indignant, swells and roars between.<br></span> +<span class="i0">With these be number'd in the list of fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Illustrious Raleigh, hapless in his fate:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forgive me, Raleigh, if an infant muse<br></span> +<span class="i0">Borrows thy name to grace her humble strain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">By many nobler are thy virtues sung;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Envy no more shall throw them in the shade;<br></span> +<span class="i0">They pour new lustre on Britannia's isle.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thou too, advent'rous on th' Atlantic main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Burst thro' its storms and fair Virginia hail'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The simple natives saw thy canvas flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gaz'd aloof upon the shady shore:<br></span> +<span class="i0">For in her woods America contain'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From times remote, a savage race of men.<br></span> +<span class="i0">How shall we know their origin, how tell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From whence or where the Indian tribes arose?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And long has this defy'd the sages skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">T'investigate: Tradition seems to hide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mighty secret from each mortal eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How first these various nations South and North<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Possest these shores, or from what countries came;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether they sprang from some premœval head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their own lands, like Adam in the East;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet this the sacred oracles deny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reason too reclaims against the thought.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For when the gen'ral deluge drown'd the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where could their tribes have found security?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where find their fate but in the ghastly deep?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless, as others dream, some chosen few<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High on the Andes 'scap'd the gen'ral death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High on the Andes, wrapt in endless snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where winter in his wildest fury reigns.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But here Philosophers oppose the scheme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth, say they, nor hills nor mountains knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E'er yet the universal flood prevail'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when the mighty waters rose aloft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rous'd by the winds, they shook their solid case<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in convulsions tore the drowned world!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till by the winds assuag'd they quickly fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all their ragged bed exposed to view.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps far wand'ring towards the northern pole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The straits of Zembla and the Frozen Zone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where the eastern Greenland almost joins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">America's north point, the hardy tribes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of banish'd Jews, Siberians, Tartars wild<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came over icy mountains, or on floats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First reach'd these coasts hid from the world beside.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet another argument more strange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reserv'd for men of deeper thought and late<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presents Itself to view: In Peleg's days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So says the Hebrew seer's inspired pen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This mighty mass of earth, this solid globe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was cleft in twain—cleft east and west apart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While strait between the deep Atlantic roll'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And traces indisputable remain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this unhappy land now sunk and lost;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The islands rising in the eastern main<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are but small fragments of this continent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose two extremities were Newfoundland<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And St. Helena.—One far in the north<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where British seamen now with strange surprise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the pole star glitt'ring o'er their heads;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other in the southern tropic rears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its head above the waves; Bermudas and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Canary isles, Britannia and th' Azores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fam'd Hibernia are but broken parts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of some prodigious waste which once sustain'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Armies by lands, where now but ships can range.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And long has this defy'd the sages skill<br></span> +<span class="i0">T'investigate: Tradition seems to hide<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mighty secret from each mortal eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How first these various nations South and North<br></span> +<span class="i0">Possest these shores, or from what countries came;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whether they sprang from some premœval head<br></span> +<span class="i0">In their own lands, like Adam in the East;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet this the sacred oracles deny,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And reason too reclaims against the thought.<br></span> +<span class="i0">For when the gen'ral deluge drown'd the world,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where could their tribes have found security?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where find their fate but in the ghastly deep?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unless, as others dream, some chosen few<br></span> +<span class="i0">High on the Andes 'scap'd the gen'ral death,<br></span> +<span class="i0">High on the Andes, wrapt in endless snow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where winter in his wildest fury reigns.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But here Philosophers oppose the scheme,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The earth, say they, nor hills nor mountains knew<br></span> +<span class="i0">E'er yet the universal flood prevail'd:<br></span> +<span class="i0">But when the mighty waters rose aloft,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rous'd by the winds, they shook their solid case<br></span> +<span class="i0">And in convulsions tore the drowned world!<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till by the winds assuag'd they quickly fell<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all their ragged bed exposed to view.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps far wand'ring towards the northern pole,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The straits of Zembla and the Frozen Zone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And where the eastern Greenland almost joins<br></span> +<span class="i0">America's north point, the hardy tribes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of banish'd Jews, Siberians, Tartars wild<br></span> +<span class="i0">Came over icy mountains, or on floats<br></span> +<span class="i0">First reach'd these coasts hid from the world beside.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And yet another argument more strange<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reserv'd for men of deeper thought and late<br></span> +<span class="i0">Presents Itself to view: In Peleg's days,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So says the Hebrew seer's inspired pen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This mighty mass of earth, this solid globe<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was cleft in twain—cleft east and west apart<br></span> +<span class="i0">While strait between the deep Atlantic roll'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And traces indisputable remain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of this unhappy land now sunk and lost;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The islands rising in the eastern main<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are but small fragments of this continent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose two extremities were Newfoundland<br></span> +<span class="i0">And St. Helena.—One far in the north<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where British seamen now with strange surprise<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the pole star glitt'ring o'er their heads;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The other in the southern tropic rears<br></span> +<span class="i0">Its head above the waves; Bermudas and<br></span> +<span class="i0">Canary isles, Britannia and th' Azores,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With fam'd Hibernia are but broken parts<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of some prodigious waste which once sustain'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">Armies by lands, where now but ships can range.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Your sophistry, Acasto, makes me smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roving mind of man delights to dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On hidden things, merely because they're hid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He thinks his knowledge ne'er can reach too high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And boldly pierces nature's inmost haunts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for uncertainties; your broken isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your northern Tartars, and your wand'ring Jews,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear what the voice of history proclaims.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Carthaginians, e'er the Roman yoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Broke their proud spirits and enslav'd them too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For navigation were reknown'd as much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As haughty Tyre with all her hundred fleets;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full many a league their vent'rous seamen sail'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro' strait Gibralter down the western shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Africa, and to Canary isles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By them call'd fortunate, so Flaccus sings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because eternal spring there crowns the fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fruits delicious bloom throughout the year.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From voyaging here this inference I draw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps some barque with all her num'rous crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caught by the eastern trade wind hurry'd on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before th' steady blast to Brazil's shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New Amazonia and the coasts more south.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here standing and unable to return.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever from their native skies estrang'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doubtless they made the unknown land their own.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the course of many rolling years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A num'rous progeny from these arose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spread throughout the coasts; those whom we call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brazilians, Mexicans, Peruvians rich,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th' tribes of Chili, Patagon and those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who till the shores of Amazon's long stream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When first the pow'rs of Europe here attain'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vast empires, kingdoms, cities, palaces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And polish'd nations stock'd the fertile land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has not heard of Cusco, Lima and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The town of Mexico; huge cities form'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Europe's architecture, e'er the arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of haughty Spain disturb'd the peaceful soil.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your sophistry, Acasto, makes me smile;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The roving mind of man delights to dwell<br></span> +<span class="i0">On hidden things, merely because they're hid;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He thinks his knowledge ne'er can reach too high<br></span> +<span class="i0">And boldly pierces nature's inmost haunts<br></span> +<span class="i0">But for uncertainties; your broken isles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your northern Tartars, and your wand'ring Jews,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hear what the voice of history proclaims.<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Carthaginians, e'er the Roman yoke<br></span> +<span class="i0">Broke their proud spirits and enslav'd them too,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For navigation were reknown'd as much<br></span> +<span class="i0">As haughty Tyre with all her hundred fleets;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full many a league their vent'rous seamen sail'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' strait Gibralter down the western shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Africa, and to Canary isles<br></span> +<span class="i0">By them call'd fortunate, so Flaccus sings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Because eternal spring there crowns the fields,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fruits delicious bloom throughout the year.<br></span> +<span class="i0">From voyaging here this inference I draw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps some barque with all her num'rous crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Caught by the eastern trade wind hurry'd on<br></span> +<span class="i0">Before th' steady blast to Brazil's shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">New Amazonia and the coasts more south.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here standing and unable to return.<br></span> +<span class="i0">For ever from their native skies estrang'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Doubtless they made the unknown land their own.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And in the course of many rolling years<br></span> +<span class="i0">A num'rous progeny from these arose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And spread throughout the coasts; those whom we call<br></span> +<span class="i0">Brazilians, Mexicans, Peruvians rich,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Th' tribes of Chili, Patagon and those<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who till the shores of Amazon's long stream.<br></span> +<span class="i0">When first the pow'rs of Europe here attain'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vast empires, kingdoms, cities, palaces<br></span> +<span class="i0">And polish'd nations stock'd the fertile land;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who has not heard of Cusco, Lima and<br></span> +<span class="i0">The town of Mexico; huge cities form'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Europe's architecture, e'er the arms<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of haughty Spain disturb'd the peaceful soil.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Such disquisition leads the puzzled mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From maze to maze by queries still perplex'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this we know, if from the east they came.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where science first and revelation beam'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long since they've lost all memory, all trace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this their origin: Tradition tells<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of some great forefather beyond the lakes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oswego, Huron, Mechigan, Champlaine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or by the stream of Amazon which rolls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro' many a clime; while others simply dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That from the Andes or the mountains north,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some hoary fabled ancestor came down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To people this their world.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such disquisition leads the puzzled mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">From maze to maze by queries still perplex'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But this we know, if from the east they came.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where science first and revelation beam'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long since they've lost all memory, all trace<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of this their origin: Tradition tells<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of some great forefather beyond the lakes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oswego, Huron, Mechigan, Champlaine<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or by the stream of Amazon which rolls<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' many a clime; while others simply dream<br></span> +<span class="i0">That from the Andes or the mountains north,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some hoary fabled ancestor came down<br></span> +<span class="i0">To people this their world.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">How fallen, Oh!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much obscur'd is human nature here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shut from the light of science and of truth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They wander'd blindfold down the steep of time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dim superstition with her ghastly train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of dæmons, spectres and foreboding signs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still urging them to horrid rites and forms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of human sacrifice, to sooth the pow'rs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Malignant, and the dark infernal king.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once on this spot perhaps a wigwam stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all its rude inhabitants, or round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some mighty fire an hundred savage sons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gambol'd by day, and filled the night with cries;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In what superior to the brutal race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fled before them thro' the howling wilds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were all those num'rous tawny tribes which swarm'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Baffin's bay to Del Fuego south,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From California to the Oronoque?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from the reach of fame they liv'd unknown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In listless slumber and inglorious ease;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To them fair science never op'd her stores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor sacred truth sublim'd the soul to God;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No fix'd abode their wand'ring genius knew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No golden harvest crown'd the fertile glebe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No city then adorn'd the river's bank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor rising turret overlook'd the stream.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">How fallen, Oh!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How much obscur'd is human nature here!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shut from the light of science and of truth<br></span> +<span class="i0">They wander'd blindfold down the steep of time;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dim superstition with her ghastly train<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of dæmons, spectres and foreboding signs<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still urging them to horrid rites and forms<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of human sacrifice, to sooth the pow'rs<br></span> +<span class="i0">Malignant, and the dark infernal king.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once on this spot perhaps a wigwam stood<br></span> +<span class="i0">With all its rude inhabitants, or round<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some mighty fire an hundred savage sons<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gambol'd by day, and filled the night with cries;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In what superior to the brutal race<br></span> +<span class="i0">That fled before them thro' the howling wilds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Were all those num'rous tawny tribes which swarm'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Baffin's bay to Del Fuego south,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From California to the Oronoque?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far from the reach of fame they liv'd unknown<br></span> +<span class="i0">In listless slumber and inglorious ease;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To them fair science never op'd her stores,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sacred truth sublim'd the soul to God;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No fix'd abode their wand'ring genius knew;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No golden harvest crown'd the fertile glebe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No city then adorn'd the river's bank,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor rising turret overlook'd the stream.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Now view the prospect chang'd; far off at sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mariner descry's our spacious towns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hails the prospect of the land and views<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A new, a fair, a fertile world arise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Onward from India's isles far east, to us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now fair-ey'd commerce stretches her white sails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learning exalts her head, the graces smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And peace establish'd after horrid war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Improves the splendor of these early times.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But come, my friends, and let us trace the steps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By which this recent happy world arose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this fair eminence of high renown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This height of wealth, of liberty and fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now view the prospect chang'd; far off at sea<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mariner descry's our spacious towns,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He hails the prospect of the land and views<br></span> +<span class="i0">A new, a fair, a fertile world arise;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Onward from India's isles far east, to us<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now fair-ey'd commerce stretches her white sails,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Learning exalts her head, the graces smile<br></span> +<span class="i0">And peace establish'd after horrid war<br></span> +<span class="i0">Improves the splendor of these early times.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But come, my friends, and let us trace the steps<br></span> +<span class="i0">By which this recent happy world arose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To this fair eminence of high renown<br></span> +<span class="i0">This height of wealth, of liberty and fame.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Speak then, Eugenio, for I've heard you tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pleasing hist'ry, and the cause that brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first advent'rers to these happy shores;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glorious cause that urg'd our fathers first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To visit climes unknown and wilder woods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than e'er Tartarian or Norwegian saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with fair culture to adorn that soil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which never knew th' Industrious swain before.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Speak then, Eugenio, for I've heard you tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">The pleasing hist'ry, and the cause that brought<br></span> +<span class="i0">The first advent'rers to these happy shores;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The glorious cause that urg'd our fathers first<br></span> +<span class="i0">To visit climes unknown and wilder woods<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than e'er Tartarian or Norwegian saw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And with fair culture to adorn that soil<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which never knew th' Industrious swain before.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">All this long story to rehearse would tire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, the sun toward the west retreats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor can the noblest tale retard his speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor loftiest verse; not that which sung the fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Troy divine and smooth Scamander's stream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet hear a part.—By persecution wrong'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And popish cruelty, our fathers came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Europe's shores to find this blest abode,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Secure from tyranny and hateful man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And plough'd th' Atlantic wave in quest of peace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And found new shores and sylvan settlements<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Form'd by the care of each advent'rous chief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, warm in liberty and freedom's cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sought out uncultivated tracts and wilds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fram'd new plans of cities, governments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spacious provinces: Why should I name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee, Penn, the Solon of our western lands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sagacious legislator, whom the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admires tho' dead: an infant colony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nurs'd by thy care, now rises o'er the rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like that tall Pyramid on Memphis' stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er all the lesser piles, they also great.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should I name those heroes so well known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who peopled all the rest from Canada<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Georgia's farthest coasts, West Florida<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Apalachian mountains; yet what streams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of blood were shed! What Indian hosts were slain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the days of peace were quite restor'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All this long story to rehearse would tire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, the sun toward the west retreats,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor can the noblest tale retard his speed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor loftiest verse; not that which sung the fall<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Troy divine and smooth Scamander's stream.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet hear a part.—By persecution wrong'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">And popish cruelty, our fathers came<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Europe's shores to find this blest abode,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Secure from tyranny and hateful man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And plough'd th' Atlantic wave in quest of peace;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And found new shores and sylvan settlements<br></span> +<span class="i0">Form'd by the care of each advent'rous chief,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, warm in liberty and freedom's cause,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sought out uncultivated tracts and wilds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fram'd new plans of cities, governments<br></span> +<span class="i0">And spacious provinces: Why should I name<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thee, Penn, the Solon of our western lands;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sagacious legislator, whom the world<br></span> +<span class="i0">Admires tho' dead: an infant colony,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nurs'd by thy care, now rises o'er the rest<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like that tall Pyramid on Memphis' stand<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er all the lesser piles, they also great.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why should I name those heroes so well known<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who peopled all the rest from Canada<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Georgia's farthest coasts, West Florida<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Apalachian mountains; yet what streams<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of blood were shed! What Indian hosts were slain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Before the days of peace were quite restor'd.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Yes, while they overturn'd the soil untill'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swept the forests from the shaded plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst dangers, foes and death, fierce Indian tribes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With deadly malice arm'd and black design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft murder'd half the hapless colonies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Encourag'd too by that inglorious race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">False Gallia's sons, who once their arms display'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Quebec, Montreal and farthest coasts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Labrador and Esquimaux where now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The British standard awes the coward host.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here those brave chiefs, who lavish of their blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fought in Britannia's cause, most nobly fell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What Heart but mourns the untimely fate of Wolf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who dying conquer'd, or what breast but beats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To share a fate like his, and die like him?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yes, while they overturn'd the soil untill'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And swept the forests from the shaded plain<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst dangers, foes and death, fierce Indian tribes<br></span> +<span class="i0">With deadly malice arm'd and black design,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oft murder'd half the hapless colonies.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Encourag'd too by that inglorious race<br></span> +<span class="i0">False Gallia's sons, who once their arms display'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">At Quebec, Montreal and farthest coasts<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Labrador and Esquimaux where now<br></span> +<span class="i0">The British standard awes the coward host.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here those brave chiefs, who lavish of their blood<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fought in Britannia's cause, most nobly fell.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What Heart but mourns the untimely fate of Wolf,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who dying conquer'd, or what breast but beats<br></span> +<span class="i0">To share a fate like his, and die like him?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And he demands our lay who bravely fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Monangahela and the Ohio's stream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By wiles o'ercome the hapless hero fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His soul too gen'rous for that dastard crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who kill unseen and shun the face of day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ambush'd in wood, and swamp and thick grown hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bellowing tribes brought on the savage war.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could avail, O Braddock, then the flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gen'rous flame which fir'd thy martial soul!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could avail Britannia's warlike troops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Choice spirits of her isle? What could avail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">America's own sons? The skulking foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hid in the forest lay and fought secure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could the brave Virginians do, o'erpower'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By such vast numbers and their leader dead?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst fire and death they bore him from the field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where in his blood full many a hero lay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas there, O Halkut! thou so nobly fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrice valiant Halkut, early son of fame!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We still deplore a face so immature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair Albion mourns thy unsuccessful end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Caledonia sheds a tear for him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who led the bravest of her sons to war.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he demands our lay who bravely fell<br></span> +<span class="i0">By Monangahela and the Ohio's stream;<br></span> +<span class="i0">By wiles o'ercome the hapless hero fell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His soul too gen'rous for that dastard crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who kill unseen and shun the face of day.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ambush'd in wood, and swamp and thick grown hill,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The bellowing tribes brought on the savage war.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What could avail, O Braddock, then the flame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The gen'rous flame which fir'd thy martial soul!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What could avail Britannia's warlike troops,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Choice spirits of her isle? What could avail<br></span> +<span class="i0">America's own sons? The skulking foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hid in the forest lay and fought secure,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What could the brave Virginians do, o'erpower'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">By such vast numbers and their leader dead?<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst fire and death they bore him from the field,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where in his blood full many a hero lay.<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas there, O Halkut! thou so nobly fell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice valiant Halkut, early son of fame!<br></span> +<span class="i0">We still deplore a face so immature,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Albion mourns thy unsuccessful end,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Caledonia sheds a tear for him<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who led the bravest of her sons to war.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">But why alas commemorate the dead?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pass those glorious heroes by, who yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breathe the same air and see the light with us?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead, Acasto, are but empty names<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he who dy'd to day the same to us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he who dy'd a thousand years ago.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Johnson lives, among the sons of fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well known, conspicuous as the morning star<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the lesser lights: A patriot skill'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the glorious arts of peace or war.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He for Britannia gains the savage race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unstable as the sea, wild as the winds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cruel as death, and treacherous as hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom none but he by kindness yet could win,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None by humanity could gain their souls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bring from woods and subteranean dens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The skulking crew, before a Johnson rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pitying their num'rous tribes: ah how unlike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Cortez' and Acosta's, pride of Spain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom blood and murder only satisfy'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold their doleful regions overflow'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gore, and blacken'd with ten thousand deaths<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Mexico to Patagonia far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where howling winds sweep round the southern cape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And other suns and other stars arise!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But why alas commemorate the dead?<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pass those glorious heroes by, who yet<br></span> +<span class="i0">Breathe the same air and see the light with us?<br></span> +<span class="i0">The dead, Acasto, are but empty names<br></span> +<span class="i0">And he who dy'd to day the same to us<br></span> +<span class="i0">As he who dy'd a thousand years ago.<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Johnson lives, among the sons of fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Well known, conspicuous as the morning star<br></span> +<span class="i0">Among the lesser lights: A patriot skill'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">In all the glorious arts of peace or war.<br></span> +<span class="i0">He for Britannia gains the savage race,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unstable as the sea, wild as the winds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cruel as death, and treacherous as hell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom none but he by kindness yet could win,<br></span> +<span class="i0">None by humanity could gain their souls,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or bring from woods and subteranean dens<br></span> +<span class="i0">The skulking crew, before a Johnson rose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pitying their num'rous tribes: ah how unlike<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Cortez' and Acosta's, pride of Spain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom blood and murder only satisfy'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behold their doleful regions overflow'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">With gore, and blacken'd with ten thousand deaths<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Mexico to Patagonia far,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where howling winds sweep round the southern cape,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And other suns and other stars arise!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Such is the curse, Eugenio, where the soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humane is wanting, but we boast no feats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of cruelty like Spain's unfeeling sons.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The British Epithet is merciful:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we the sons of Britain learn like them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To conquer and to spare; for coward souls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek their revenge but on a vanquish'd foe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gold, fatal gold was the alluring bait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Spain's rapacious mind, hence rose the wars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Chili to the Caribbean sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er Terra-Firma and La Plata wide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peru then sunk in ruins, great before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pompous cities, monuments superb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose tops reach'd heav'n. But we more happy boast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No golden metals in our peaceful land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No flaming diamond, precious emerald,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or blushing saphire, ruby, chrysolite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or jasper red; more noble riches flow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From agriculture and th' industrious swain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who tills the fertile vale or mountain's brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Content to lead a safe, a humble life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst his own native hills; romantic scenes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as the muse of Greece did feign so well.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Envying their lovely bow'rs to mortal race.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such is the curse, Eugenio, where the soul<br></span> +<span class="i0">Humane is wanting, but we boast no feats<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of cruelty like Spain's unfeeling sons.<br></span> +<span class="i0">The British Epithet is merciful:<br></span> +<span class="i0">And we the sons of Britain learn like them<br></span> +<span class="i0">To conquer and to spare; for coward souls<br></span> +<span class="i0">Seek their revenge but on a vanquish'd foe.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gold, fatal gold was the alluring bait<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Spain's rapacious mind, hence rose the wars<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Chili to the Caribbean sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er Terra-Firma and La Plata wide.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Peru then sunk in ruins, great before<br></span> +<span class="i0">With pompous cities, monuments superb<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose tops reach'd heav'n. But we more happy boast<br></span> +<span class="i0">No golden metals in our peaceful land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No flaming diamond, precious emerald,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or blushing saphire, ruby, chrysolite<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or jasper red; more noble riches flow<br></span> +<span class="i0">From agriculture and th' industrious swain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who tills the fertile vale or mountain's brow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Content to lead a safe, a humble life<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst his own native hills; romantic scenes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such as the muse of Greece did feign so well.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Envying their lovely bow'rs to mortal race.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Long has the rural life been justly fam'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poets old their pleasing pictures drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of flow'ry meads, and groves and gliding streams.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, old Arcadia, woodnymphs, satyrs, fauns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hence Elysium, fancy'd heav'n below.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair agriculture, not unworthy kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once exercis'd the royal hand, or those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose virtue rais'd them to the rank of gods.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See old Laertes in his shepherd weeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from his pompous throne and court august,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Digging the grateful soil, where peaceful blows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The west wind murm'ring thro' the aged trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loaded with apples red, sweet scented peach<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each luxurious fruit the world affords,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While o'er the fields the harmless oxen draw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th' industrious plough. The Roman heroes too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fabricius and Camillus, lov'd a life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sweet simplicity and rustic joy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the busy Forum hast'ning far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst woods and fields spent the remains of age.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How grateful to behold the harvests rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mighty crops adorn the golden plains!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair plenty smiles throughout, while lowing herds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stalk o'er the grassy hill or level mead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or at some winding river slake their thirst.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus fares the rustic swain; and when the winds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blow with a keener breath, and from the North<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour all their tempests thro' a sunless sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ice, sleet and rattling hail, secure he sits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In some thatch'd cottage fearless of the storm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While on the hearth a fire still blazing high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chears ev'ry mind, and nature sits serene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On ev'ry countenance, such the joys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such the fate of those whom heav'n hath bless'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With souls enamour'd of a country life.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Long has the rural life been justly fam'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And poets old their pleasing pictures drew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of flow'ry meads, and groves and gliding streams.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence, old Arcadia, woodnymphs, satyrs, fauns<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hence Elysium, fancy'd heav'n below.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair agriculture, not unworthy kings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once exercis'd the royal hand, or those<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose virtue rais'd them to the rank of gods.<br></span> +<span class="i0">See old Laertes in his shepherd weeds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far from his pompous throne and court august,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Digging the grateful soil, where peaceful blows<br></span> +<span class="i0">The west wind murm'ring thro' the aged trees<br></span> +<span class="i0">Loaded with apples red, sweet scented peach<br></span> +<span class="i0">And each luxurious fruit the world affords,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While o'er the fields the harmless oxen draw<br></span> +<span class="i0">Th' industrious plough. The Roman heroes too,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fabricius and Camillus, lov'd a life<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of sweet simplicity and rustic joy;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from the busy Forum hast'ning far,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst woods and fields spent the remains of age.<br></span> +<span class="i0">How grateful to behold the harvests rise<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mighty crops adorn the golden plains!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair plenty smiles throughout, while lowing herds<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stalk o'er the grassy hill or level mead,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or at some winding river slake their thirst.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus fares the rustic swain; and when the winds<br></span> +<span class="i0">Blow with a keener breath, and from the North<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pour all their tempests thro' a sunless sky,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ice, sleet and rattling hail, secure he sits<br></span> +<span class="i0">In some thatch'd cottage fearless of the storm;<br></span> +<span class="i0">While on the hearth a fire still blazing high<br></span> +<span class="i0">Chears ev'ry mind, and nature sits serene<br></span> +<span class="i0">On ev'ry countenance, such the joys<br></span> +<span class="i0">And such the fate of those whom heav'n hath bless'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">With souls enamour'd of a country life.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Much wealth and pleasure agriculture brings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far in the woods she raises palaces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Puisant states and crowded realms where late<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A desart plain or frowning wilderness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deform'd the view; or where with moving tents<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scatter'd nations seeking pasturage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wander'd from clime to clime incultivate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or where a race more savage yet than these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In search of prey o'er hill and mountain rang'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fierce as the tygers and the wolves they slew.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus lives th' Arabian and the Tartar wild<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In woody wastes which never felt the plough;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But agriculture crowns our happy land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And plants our colonies from north to south,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Cape Breton far as the Mexic bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From th' Eastern shores to Mississippi's stream.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Famine to us unknown, rich plenty reigns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pours her blessings with a lavish hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Much wealth and pleasure agriculture brings;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far in the woods she raises palaces,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Puisant states and crowded realms where late<br></span> +<span class="i0">A desart plain or frowning wilderness<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deform'd the view; or where with moving tents<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scatter'd nations seeking pasturage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wander'd from clime to clime incultivate;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or where a race more savage yet than these,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In search of prey o'er hill and mountain rang'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fierce as the tygers and the wolves they slew.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus lives th' Arabian and the Tartar wild<br></span> +<span class="i0">In woody wastes which never felt the plough;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But agriculture crowns our happy land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And plants our colonies from north to south,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Cape Breton far as the Mexic bay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From th' Eastern shores to Mississippi's stream.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Famine to us unknown, rich plenty reigns<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pours her blessings with a lavish hand.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Nor less from golden commerce flow the streams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of richest plenty on our smiling land.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now fierce Bellona must'ring all her rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To other climes and other seas withdraws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rouse the Russian on the desp'rate Turk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There to conflict by Danube and the straits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which join the Euxine to th' Egean Sea.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Britannia holds the empire of the waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And welcomes ev'ry bold adventurer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To view the wonders of old Ocean's reign.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far to the east our fleets on traffic sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the west thro' boundless seas which not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Rome nor Tyre nor mightier Carthage knew.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daughter of commerce, from the hoary deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New-York emerging rears her lofty domes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hails from far her num'rous ships of trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like shady forests rising on the waves.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Europe's shores or from the Caribbees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Homeward returning annually they bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The richest produce of the various climes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Philadelphia, mistress of our world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seat of arts, of science, and of fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Derives her grandeur from the pow'r of trade.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hail, happy city, where the muses stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where deep philosophy convenes her sons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And opens all her secrets to their view!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bids them ascend with Newton to the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trace the orbits of the rolling spheres,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Survey the glories of the universe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its suns and moons and ever blazing stars!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hail, city, blest with liberty's fair beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with the rays of mild religion blest!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor less from golden commerce flow the streams<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of richest plenty on our smiling land.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now fierce Bellona must'ring all her rage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To other climes and other seas withdraws,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To rouse the Russian on the desp'rate Turk<br></span> +<span class="i0">There to conflict by Danube and the straits<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which join the Euxine to th' Egean Sea.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Britannia holds the empire of the waves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And welcomes ev'ry bold adventurer<br></span> +<span class="i0">To view the wonders of old Ocean's reign.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far to the east our fleets on traffic sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And to the west thro' boundless seas which not<br></span> +<span class="i0">Old Rome nor Tyre nor mightier Carthage knew.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Daughter of commerce, from the hoary deep<br></span> +<span class="i0">New-York emerging rears her lofty domes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hails from far her num'rous ships of trade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like shady forests rising on the waves.<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Europe's shores or from the Caribbees,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Homeward returning annually they bring<br></span> +<span class="i0">The richest produce of the various climes.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Philadelphia, mistress of our world,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The seat of arts, of science, and of fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Derives her grandeur from the pow'r of trade.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hail, happy city, where the muses stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where deep philosophy convenes her sons<br></span> +<span class="i0">And opens all her secrets to their view!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bids them ascend with Newton to the skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And trace the orbits of the rolling spheres,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Survey the glories of the universe.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Its suns and moons and ever blazing stars!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hail, city, blest with liberty's fair beams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And with the rays of mild religion blest!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor these alone, America, thy sons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the short circle of a hundred years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have rais'd with toil along thy shady shores.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On lake and bay and navigable stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Cape Breton to Pensacola south,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unnnmber'd towns and villages arise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By commerce nurs'd these embrio marts of trade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May yet awake the envy and obscure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noblest cities of the eastern world;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For commerce is the mighty reservoir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence all nations draw the streams of gain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis commerce joins dissever'd worlds in one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confines old Ocean to more narrow bounds;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Outbraves his storms and peoples half his world.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor these alone, America, thy sons<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the short circle of a hundred years<br></span> +<span class="i0">Have rais'd with toil along thy shady shores.<br></span> +<span class="i0">On lake and bay and navigable stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Cape Breton to Pensacola south,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unnnmber'd towns and villages arise.<br></span> +<span class="i0">By commerce nurs'd these embrio marts of trade<br></span> +<span class="i0">May yet awake the envy and obscure<br></span> +<span class="i0">The noblest cities of the eastern world;<br></span> +<span class="i0">For commerce is the mighty reservoir<br></span> +<span class="i0">From whence all nations draw the streams of gain.<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis commerce joins dissever'd worlds in one,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confines old Ocean to more narrow bounds;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Outbraves his storms and peoples half his world.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And from the earliest times advent'rous man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On foreign traffic stretch'd the nimble sail;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sent the slow pac'd caravan afar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er barren wastes, eternal sands where not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blissful haunt of human form is seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor tree, not ev'n funeral cypress sad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor bubbling fountain. Thus arriv'd of old<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golconda's golden ore, and thus the wealth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Ophir to the wisest of mankind.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And from the earliest times advent'rous man<br></span> +<span class="i0">On foreign traffic stretch'd the nimble sail;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or sent the slow pac'd caravan afar<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er barren wastes, eternal sands where not<br></span> +<span class="i0">The blissful haunt of human form is seen<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor tree, not ev'n funeral cypress sad<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor bubbling fountain. Thus arriv'd of old<br></span> +<span class="i0">Golconda's golden ore, and thus the wealth<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Ophir to the wisest of mankind.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Great is the praise of commerce, and the men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserve our praise who spread from shore to shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowing sail; great are their dangers too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death ever present to the fearless eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ev'ry billow but a gaping grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet all these mighty feats to science owe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their rise and glory.—Hail fair science! thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transplanted from the eastern climes, dost bloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these fair regions, Greece and Rome no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Detain the muses on Cithæron's brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or old Olympus crown'd with waving woods;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Hæmus' top where once was heard the harp,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Orpheus' harp that ravish'd hell below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pierc'd the soul of Orcus and his bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hush'd to silence by the song divine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy melancholy waters, and the gales<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Hebrus! which o'er thy sad surface blow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more the maids round Alpheus' waters stray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he with Arethusa's stream doth mix,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or where swift Tiber disembogues his waves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into th' Italian sea so long unsung.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hither they've wing'd their way, the last, the best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of countries where the arts shall rise and grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Luxuriant, graceful; and ev'n now we boast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Franklin skill'd in deep philosophy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A genius piercing as th' electric fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright as the light'ning's flash, explain'd so well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By him, the rival of Britannia's sage.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is a land of ev'ry joyous sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of liberty and life; sweet liberty!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without whose aid the noblest genius fails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And science irretrievably must die.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Great is the praise of commerce, and the men<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deserve our praise who spread from shore to shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">The flowing sail; great are their dangers too;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death ever present to the fearless eye<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ev'ry billow but a gaping grave;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet all these mighty feats to science owe<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their rise and glory.—Hail fair science! thou,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Transplanted from the eastern climes, dost bloom<br></span> +<span class="i0">In these fair regions, Greece and Rome no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Detain the muses on Cithæron's brow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or old Olympus crown'd with waving woods;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Hæmus' top where once was heard the harp,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Orpheus' harp that ravish'd hell below<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pierc'd the soul of Orcus and his bride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That hush'd to silence by the song divine<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy melancholy waters, and the gales<br></span> +<span class="i0">O Hebrus! which o'er thy sad surface blow.<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more the maids round Alpheus' waters stray<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where he with Arethusa's stream doth mix,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or where swift Tiber disembogues his waves<br></span> +<span class="i0">Into th' Italian sea so long unsung.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hither they've wing'd their way, the last, the best<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of countries where the arts shall rise and grow<br></span> +<span class="i0">Luxuriant, graceful; and ev'n now we boast<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Franklin skill'd in deep philosophy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A genius piercing as th' electric fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bright as the light'ning's flash, explain'd so well<br></span> +<span class="i0">By him, the rival of Britannia's sage.<br></span> +<span class="i0">This is a land of ev'ry joyous sound<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of liberty and life; sweet liberty!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Without whose aid the noblest genius fails,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And science irretrievably must die.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is a land where the more noble light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of holy revelation beams, the star<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which rose from Judah lights our skies, we feel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its influence as once did Palestine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Gentile lands, where now the ruthless Turk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrapt up in darkness sleeps dull life away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here many holy messengers of peace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As burning lamps have given light to men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thee, O Whitefield; favourite of Heav'n,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The muse would pay the tribute of a tear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laid in the dust thy eloquence no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall charm the list'ning soul, no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy bold imagination paint the scenes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of woe and horror in the shades below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of glory radiant in the fields above;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more thy charity relieve the poor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let Georgia mourn, let all her orphans weep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is a land where the more noble light<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of holy revelation beams, the star<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which rose from Judah lights our skies, we feel<br></span> +<span class="i0">Its influence as once did Palestine<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Gentile lands, where now the ruthless Turk<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wrapt up in darkness sleeps dull life away.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here many holy messengers of peace<br></span> +<span class="i0">As burning lamps have given light to men.<br></span> +<span class="i0">To thee, O Whitefield; favourite of Heav'n,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The muse would pay the tribute of a tear.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Laid in the dust thy eloquence no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall charm the list'ning soul, no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy bold imagination paint the scenes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of woe and horror in the shades below;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of glory radiant in the fields above;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more thy charity relieve the poor;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let Georgia mourn, let all her orphans weep.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Yet tho' we wish'd him longer from the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wept to see the ev'ning of his days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He long'd himself to reach his final hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crown of glory for the just prepar'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From life's high verge he hail'd th' eternal shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, freed at last from his confinement, rose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An infant seraph to the worlds on high.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet tho' we wish'd him longer from the skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And wept to see the ev'ning of his days,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He long'd himself to reach his final hope,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The crown of glory for the just prepar'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">From life's high verge he hail'd th' eternal shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, freed at last from his confinement, rose<br></span> +<span class="i0">An infant seraph to the worlds on high.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">For him we found the melancholy lyre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lyre responsive to each distant sigh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No grief like that which mourns departing souls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of holy, just and venerable men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom pitying Heav'n sends from their native skies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To light our way and bring us nearer God.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But come, Leander, since we know the past<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And present glory of this empire wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What hinders to pervade with searching eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mystic scenes of dark futurity?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, shall we ask what empires yet must rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What kingdoms, pow'rs and states where now are seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But dreary wastes and awful solitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where melancholy sits with eye forlorn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hopes the day when Britain's sons shall spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dominion to the north and south and west<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from th' Atlantic to Pacific shores?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glorious theme, but how shall mortals dare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pierce the mysteries of future days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scenes unravel only known to fate.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For him we found the melancholy lyre,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The lyre responsive to each distant sigh:<br></span> +<span class="i0">No grief like that which mourns departing souls<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of holy, just and venerable men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom pitying Heav'n sends from their native skies<br></span> +<span class="i0">To light our way and bring us nearer God.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But come, Leander, since we know the past<br></span> +<span class="i0">And present glory of this empire wide,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What hinders to pervade with searching eye<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mystic scenes of dark futurity?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Say, shall we ask what empires yet must rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What kingdoms, pow'rs and states where now are seen<br></span> +<span class="i0">But dreary wastes and awful solitude,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where melancholy sits with eye forlorn<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hopes the day when Britain's sons shall spread<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dominion to the north and south and west<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far from th' Atlantic to Pacific shores?<br></span> +<span class="i0">A glorious theme, but how shall mortals dare<br></span> +<span class="i0">To pierce the mysteries of future days,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And scenes unravel only known to fate.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">This might we do if warm'd by that bright coal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snatch'd from the altar of seraphic fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which touch'd Isaiah's lips, or if the spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jeremy and Amos, prophets old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should fire the breast; but yet I call the muse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what we can will do. I see, I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand kingdoms rais'd, cities and men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Num'rous as sand upon the ocean shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th' Ohio then shall glide by many a town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of note: and where the Mississippi stream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By forests shaded now runs weeping on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nations shall grow and states not less in fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than Greece and Rome of old: we too shall boast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Alexanders, Pompeys, heroes, kings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in the womb of time yet dormant lye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waiting the joyful hour for life and light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O snatch us hence, ye muses! to those days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, through the veil of dark antiquity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our sons shall hear of us as things remote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That blossom'd in the morn of days, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could I weep that we were born so soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the beginning of more happy times!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet perhaps our fame shall last unhurt.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sons of science nobly scorn to die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Immortal virtue this denies, the muse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forbids the men to slumber in the grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who well deserve the praise that virtue gives.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This might we do if warm'd by that bright coal<br></span> +<span class="i0">Snatch'd from the altar of seraphic fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which touch'd Isaiah's lips, or if the spirit<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Jeremy and Amos, prophets old,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Should fire the breast; but yet I call the muse<br></span> +<span class="i0">And what we can will do. I see, I see<br></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand kingdoms rais'd, cities and men<br></span> +<span class="i0">Num'rous as sand upon the ocean shore;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Th' Ohio then shall glide by many a town<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of note: and where the Mississippi stream<br></span> +<span class="i0">By forests shaded now runs weeping on,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nations shall grow and states not less in fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than Greece and Rome of old: we too shall boast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our Alexanders, Pompeys, heroes, kings<br></span> +<span class="i0">That in the womb of time yet dormant lye<br></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting the joyful hour for life and light.<br></span> +<span class="i0">O snatch us hence, ye muses! to those days<br></span> +<span class="i0">When, through the veil of dark antiquity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our sons shall hear of us as things remote,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That blossom'd in the morn of days, alas!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could I weep that we were born so soon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the beginning of more happy times!<br></span> +<span class="i0">But yet perhaps our fame shall last unhurt.<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sons of science nobly scorn to die;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Immortal virtue this denies, the muse<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forbids the men to slumber in the grave<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who well deserve the praise that virtue gives.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">'Tis true no human eye can penetrate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The veil obscure, and in fair light disclos'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the scenes of dark futurity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet if we reason from the course of things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And downward trace the vestiges of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mind prophetic grows and pierces far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro' ages yet unborn. We saw the states<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mighty empires of the East arise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In swift succession from the Assyrian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Macedon and Rome; to Britain thence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dominion drove her car, she stretch'd her reign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er many isles, wide seas, and peopled lands.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now in the west a continent appears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A newer world now opens to her view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She hastens onward to th' Americ shores<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bids a scene of recent wonders rise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New states, new empires and a line of kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High rais'd in glory, cities, palaces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair domes on each long bay, sea, shore or stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Circling the hills now rear their lofty heads.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far in the Arctic skies a Petersburgh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Bergen, or Archangel lifts its spires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glitt'ring with Ice, far in the West appears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A new Palmyra or an Ecbatan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sees the slow pac'd caravan return<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er many a realm from the Pacific shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where fleets shall then convey rich Persia's silks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arabia's perfumes, and spices rare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Philippine, Cœlebe and Marian isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or from the Acapulco coast our India then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laden with pearl and burning gems and gold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far in the south I see a Babylon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As once by Tigris or Euphrates stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With blazing watch tow'rs and observatories<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rising to heav'n; from thence astronomers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With optic glass take nobler views of God<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In golden suns and shining worlds display'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the poor Chaldean with the naked eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Nineveh where Oronoque descends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With waves discolour'd from the Andes high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Winding himself around a hundred isles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where golden buildings glitter o'er his tide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To mighty nations shall the people grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which cultivate the banks of many a flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In chrystal currents poured from the hills<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Apalachia nam'd, to lave the sands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Carolina, Georgia, and the plains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretch'd out from thence far to the burning Line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">St. Johns or Clarendon or Albemarle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou Patowmack, navigable stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rolling thy waters thro' Virginia's groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall vie with Thames, the Tiber or the Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For on thy banks I see an hundred towns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tall vessels wafted down thy tide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hoarse Niagara's stream now roaring on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro' woods and rocks and broken mountains torn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In days remote far from their antient beds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By some great monarch taught a better course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or cleared of cataracts shall flow beneath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unnumbr'd boats and merchandise and men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the coasts of piny Labradore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand navies crowd before the gale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spread their commerce to remotest lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bear their thunder round the conquered world.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis true no human eye can penetrate<br></span> +<span class="i0">The veil obscure, and in fair light disclos'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the scenes of dark futurity;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet if we reason from the course of things,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And downward trace the vestiges of time,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mind prophetic grows and pierces far<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' ages yet unborn. We saw the states<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mighty empires of the East arise<br></span> +<span class="i0">In swift succession from the Assyrian<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Macedon and Rome; to Britain thence<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dominion drove her car, she stretch'd her reign<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er many isles, wide seas, and peopled lands.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now in the west a continent appears;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A newer world now opens to her view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She hastens onward to th' Americ shores<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bids a scene of recent wonders rise.<br></span> +<span class="i0">New states, new empires and a line of kings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">High rais'd in glory, cities, palaces,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair domes on each long bay, sea, shore or stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Circling the hills now rear their lofty heads.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far in the Arctic skies a Petersburgh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Bergen, or Archangel lifts its spires<br></span> +<span class="i0">Glitt'ring with Ice, far in the West appears<br></span> +<span class="i0">A new Palmyra or an Ecbatan<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sees the slow pac'd caravan return<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er many a realm from the Pacific shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where fleets shall then convey rich Persia's silks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Arabia's perfumes, and spices rare<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Philippine, Cœlebe and Marian isles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or from the Acapulco coast our India then,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Laden with pearl and burning gems and gold.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far in the south I see a Babylon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As once by Tigris or Euphrates stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With blazing watch tow'rs and observatories<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rising to heav'n; from thence astronomers<br></span> +<span class="i0">With optic glass take nobler views of God<br></span> +<span class="i0">In golden suns and shining worlds display'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than the poor Chaldean with the naked eye.<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Nineveh where Oronoque descends<br></span> +<span class="i0">With waves discolour'd from the Andes high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Winding himself around a hundred isles<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where golden buildings glitter o'er his tide.<br></span> +<span class="i0">To mighty nations shall the people grow<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which cultivate the banks of many a flood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In chrystal currents poured from the hills<br></span> +<span class="i0">Apalachia nam'd, to lave the sands<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Carolina, Georgia, and the plains<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stretch'd out from thence far to the burning Line,<br></span> +<span class="i0">St. Johns or Clarendon or Albemarle.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And thou Patowmack, navigable stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rolling thy waters thro' Virginia's groves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall vie with Thames, the Tiber or the Rhine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For on thy banks I see an hundred towns<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the tall vessels wafted down thy tide.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hoarse Niagara's stream now roaring on<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' woods and rocks and broken mountains torn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In days remote far from their antient beds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By some great monarch taught a better course,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or cleared of cataracts shall flow beneath<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumbr'd boats and merchandise and men;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from the coasts of piny Labradore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand navies crowd before the gale,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And spread their commerce to remotest lands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or bear their thunder round the conquered world.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And here fair freedom shall forever reign.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see a train, a glorious train appear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Patriots plac'd in equal fame with those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who nobly fell for Athens or for Rome.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sons of Boston, resolute and brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The firm supporters of our injur'd rights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall lose their splendours in the brighter beams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of patriots fam'd and heroes yet unborn.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And here fair freedom shall forever reign.<br></span> +<span class="i0">I see a train, a glorious train appear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Patriots plac'd in equal fame with those<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who nobly fell for Athens or for Rome.<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sons of Boston, resolute and brave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The firm supporters of our injur'd rights,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall lose their splendours in the brighter beams<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of patriots fam'd and heroes yet unborn.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">'Tis but the morning of the world with us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Science yet but sheds her orient rays.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see the age, the happy age, roll on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright with the splendours of her mid-day beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see a Homer and a Milton rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the pomp and majesty of song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which gives immortal vigour to the deeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atchiev'd by Heroes in the fields of fame.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A second Pope, like that Arabian bird<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which no age can boast but one, may yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Awake the muse by Schuylkill's silent stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid new forests bloom along her tide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Susquehanna's rocky stream unsung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In bright meanders winding round the hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where first the mountain nymph, sweet echo, heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The uncouth musick of my rural lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall yet remurmur to the magic sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of song heroic, when in future days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some noble Hambden rises into fame.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis but the morning of the world with us<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Science yet but sheds her orient rays.<br></span> +<span class="i0">I see the age, the happy age, roll on<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bright with the splendours of her mid-day beams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I see a Homer and a Milton rise<br></span> +<span class="i0">In all the pomp and majesty of song,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which gives immortal vigour to the deeds<br></span> +<span class="i0">Atchiev'd by Heroes in the fields of fame.<br></span> +<span class="i0">A second Pope, like that Arabian bird<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of which no age can boast but one, may yet<br></span> +<span class="i0">Awake the muse by Schuylkill's silent stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bid new forests bloom along her tide.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Susquehanna's rocky stream unsung,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In bright meanders winding round the hills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where first the mountain nymph, sweet echo, heard<br></span> +<span class="i0">The uncouth musick of my rural lay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall yet remurmur to the magic sound<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of song heroic, when in future days<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some noble Hambden rises into fame.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Or Roanoke's and James's limpid waves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sound of musick murmurs in the gale:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another Denham celebrates their flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In gliding numbers and harmonious lays.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or Roanoke's and James's limpid waves<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sound of musick murmurs in the gale:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Another Denham celebrates their flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In gliding numbers and harmonious lays.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Now in the bow'rs of Tuscororah hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As once on Pindus all the muses stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New Theban bards high soaring reach the skies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swim along thro' azure deeps of air.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now in the bow'rs of Tuscororah hills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As once on Pindus all the muses stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">New Theban bards high soaring reach the skies<br></span> +<span class="i0">And swim along thro' azure deeps of air.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Leander</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">From Alleghany in thick groves imbrown'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet music breathing thro' the shades of night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steals on my ear, they sing the origin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those fair lights which gild the firmament;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence the gale that murmurs in the pines;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why flows the stream down from the mountains brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rolls the ocean lower than the land.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sing the final destiny of things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great result of all our labours here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last day's glory, and the world renew'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such are their themes, for in these happier days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bard enraptur'd scorns ignoble strains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair science smiling and full truth revealed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world at peace, and all her tumults o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blissful prelude to Emanuel's reign.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From Alleghany in thick groves imbrown'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet music breathing thro' the shades of night<br></span> +<span class="i0">Steals on my ear, they sing the origin<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of those fair lights which gild the firmament;<br></span> +<span class="i0">From whence the gale that murmurs in the pines;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why flows the stream down from the mountains brow<br></span> +<span class="i0">And rolls the ocean lower than the land.<br></span> +<span class="i0">They sing the final destiny of things,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The great result of all our labours here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The last day's glory, and the world renew'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such are their themes, for in these happier days<br></span> +<span class="i0">The bard enraptur'd scorns ignoble strains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair science smiling and full truth revealed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The world at peace, and all her tumults o'er,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The blissful prelude to Emanuel's reign.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Eugenio</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And when a train of rolling years are past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(So sang the exil'd seer in Patmos isle,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A new Jerusalem sent down from heav'n<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall grace our happy earth, perhaps this land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose virgin bosom shall then receive, tho' late,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Myriads of saints with their almighty king,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live and reign on earth a thousand years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thence call'd Millennium. Paradise anew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall flourish, by no second Adam lost.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No dang'rous tree or deathful fruit shall grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No tempting serpent to allure the soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From native innocence; a Canaan here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another Canaan shall excel the old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from fairer Pisgah's top be seen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No thistle here or briar or thorn shall spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earth's curse before: the lion and the lamb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mutual friendship link'd shall browse the shrub,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tim'rous deer with rabid tygers stray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er mead or lofty hill or grassy plain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another Jordan's stream shall glide along<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Siloah's brook in circling eddies flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Groves shall adorn their verdant banks, on which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The happy people free from second death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall find secure repose; no fierce disease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No fevers, slow consumption, direful plague<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death's ancient ministers, again renew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perpetual war with man: Fair fruits shall bloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair to the eye, sweet to the taste, if such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divine inhabitants could need the taste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of elemental food, amid the joys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit for a heav'nly nature. Music's charms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall swell the lofty soul and harmony<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Triumphant reign; thro' ev'ry grove shall sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cymbal and the lyre, joys too divine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fallen man to know. Such days the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such, America, thou first shall have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When ages yet to come have run their round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And future years of bliss alone remain.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when a train of rolling years are past,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(So sang the exil'd seer in Patmos isle,)<br></span> +<span class="i0">A new Jerusalem sent down from heav'n<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall grace our happy earth, perhaps this land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose virgin bosom shall then receive, tho' late,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Myriads of saints with their almighty king,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To live and reign on earth a thousand years<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thence call'd Millennium. Paradise anew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall flourish, by no second Adam lost.<br></span> +<span class="i0">No dang'rous tree or deathful fruit shall grow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No tempting serpent to allure the soul,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From native innocence; a Canaan here<br></span> +<span class="i0">Another Canaan shall excel the old,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from fairer Pisgah's top be seen.<br></span> +<span class="i0">No thistle here or briar or thorn shall spring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's curse before: the lion and the lamb<br></span> +<span class="i0">In mutual friendship link'd shall browse the shrub,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tim'rous deer with rabid tygers stray<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er mead or lofty hill or grassy plain.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Another Jordan's stream shall glide along<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Siloah's brook in circling eddies flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Groves shall adorn their verdant banks, on which<br></span> +<span class="i0">The happy people free from second death<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall find secure repose; no fierce disease<br></span> +<span class="i0">No fevers, slow consumption, direful plague<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death's ancient ministers, again renew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perpetual war with man: Fair fruits shall bloom<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair to the eye, sweet to the taste, if such<br></span> +<span class="i0">Divine inhabitants could need the taste<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of elemental food, amid the joys,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fit for a heav'nly nature. Music's charms<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall swell the lofty soul and harmony<br></span> +<span class="i0">Triumphant reign; thro' ev'ry grove shall sound<br></span> +<span class="i0">The cymbal and the lyre, joys too divine<br></span> +<span class="i0">For fallen man to know. Such days the world<br></span> +<span class="i0">And such, America, thou first shall have<br></span> +<span class="i0">When ages yet to come have run their round<br></span> +<span class="i0">And future years of bliss alone remain.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Acasto</span></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">This is thy praise. America, thy pow'r,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou best of climes, by science visited,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By freedom blest and richly stor'd with all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The luxuries of life. Hail, happy land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seat of empire, the abode of kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The final stage where time shall introduce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Renowned characters, and glorious works<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of high invention and of wond'rous art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which not the ravages of time shall waste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till he himself has run his long career;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till all those glorious orbs of light on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rolling wonders that surround the ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drop from their spheres extinguish'd and consum'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When final ruin with her fiery car<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rides o'er creation, and all nature's works<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are lost in chaos and the womb of night.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This is thy praise. America, thy pow'r,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thou best of climes, by science visited,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By freedom blest and richly stor'd with all<br></span> +<span class="i0">The luxuries of life. Hail, happy land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The seat of empire, the abode of kings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The final stage where time shall introduce<br></span> +<span class="i0">Renowned characters, and glorious works<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of high invention and of wond'rous art<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which not the ravages of time shall waste<br></span> +<span class="i0">Till he himself has run his long career;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Till all those glorious orbs of light on high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The rolling wonders that surround the ball,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Drop from their spheres extinguish'd and consum'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When final ruin with her fiery car<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rides o'er creation, and all nature's works<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are lost in chaos and the womb of night.<br></span> </div></div> <p>The 1786 edition, which was evolved with such great changes from the @@ -7647,194 +7681,194 @@ changed to "people;" "our sons," in line 365, is changed to "a race;" Freneau's notes in the various editions were as follows:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"> 62. Genesis x, 25.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">100. Hor. Epod. 16.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">207. 1755.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">251. Hom. Odyss. B. 24.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">328. Newton.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">373. The Massacre at Boston. March 5th, 1770, is here more particularly glanced at.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> 62. Genesis x, 25.<br></span> +<span class="i0">100. Hor. Epod. 16.<br></span> +<span class="i0">207. 1755.<br></span> +<span class="i0">251. Hom. Odyss. B. 24.<br></span> +<span class="i0">328. Newton.<br></span> +<span class="i0">373. The Massacre at Boston. March 5th, 1770, is here more particularly glanced at.<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="ON_RETIREMENT45" id="ON_RETIREMENT45"></a>ON RETIREMENT<a name="FNanchor_45_52" id="FNanchor_45_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_52" class="fnanchor">[46]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="ON_RETIREMENT45"></a>ON RETIREMENT<a id="FNanchor_45_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_52" class="fnanchor">[46]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">(By Hezekiah Salem)</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A hermit's house beside a stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">With forests planted round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever it to you may seem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More real happiness I deem<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Than if I were a monarch crown'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hermit's house beside a stream,<br></span> +<span class="i1">With forests planted round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whatever it to you may seem<br></span> +<span class="i0">More real happiness I deem<br></span> +<span class="i1">Than if I were a monarch crown'd.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A cottage I could call my own,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Remote from domes of care;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little garden walled with stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wall with ivy overgrown,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A limpid fountain near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A cottage I could call my own,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Remote from domes of care;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A little garden walled with stone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The wall with ivy overgrown,<br></span> +<span class="i1">A limpid fountain near,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Would more substantial joys afford,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">More real bliss impart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than all the wealth that misers hoard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than vanquish'd worlds, or worlds restored—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Mere cankers of the heart!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vain, foolish man! how vast thy pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">How little can your wants supply!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis surely wrong to grasp so wide—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You act as if you only had<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To vanquish—not to die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would more substantial joys afford,<br></span> +<span class="i1">More real bliss impart<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than all the wealth that misers hoard,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than vanquish'd worlds, or worlds restored—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Mere cankers of the heart!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vain, foolish man! how vast thy pride,<br></span> +<span class="i1">How little can your wants supply!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis surely wrong to grasp so wide—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You act as if you only had<br></span> +<span class="i1">To vanquish—not to die!<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_52" id="Footnote_45_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_52"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> The title in the edition of 1786 was "Retirement." In 1795 it was +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_45_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_52"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> The title in the edition of 1786 was "Retirement." In 1795 it was changed to "The Wish of Diogenes."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="DISCOVERY46" id="DISCOVERY46"></a>DISCOVERY<a name="FNanchor_46_53" id="FNanchor_46_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_53" class="fnanchor">[47]</a></h3> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">Six thousand years in these dull regions pass'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis time, you'll say, we knew their bounds at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew to what skies our setting stars retire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where the wintry suns expend their fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What land to land protracts the varied scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what extended oceans roll between;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What worlds exist beneath antarctic skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from Pacific waves what verdant islands rise.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">In vain did Nature shore from shore divide:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Art formed a passage and her waves defied:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When his bold plan the master pilot drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissevered worlds stept forward at the view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lessening still the intervening space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disclosed new millions of the human race.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Proud even of toil, succeeding ages joined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New seas to vanquish, and new worlds to find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Age following age still farther from the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Found some new wonder that was hid before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till launched at length, with avarice doubly bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their hearts expanding as the world grew old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some to be rich, and some to be renowned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth they rifled, and explored it round.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><span class="i1">Ambitious Europe! polished in thy pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine was the art that toil to toil allied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine was the gift, to trace each heavenly sphere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seize its beams, to serve ambition here:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, fierce Pizarro stock'd a world with graves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence Montezuma left a race of slaves.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which project suited best with heaven's decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To force new doctrines, or to leave them free?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Religion only feigned to claim a share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their riches, not their souls, employed your care.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Alas! how few of all that daring train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That seek new worlds embosomed in the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How few have sailed on virtue's nobler plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How few with motives worthy of a man!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While through the deep-sea waves we saw them go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where'er they found a man they made a foe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Superior only by superior art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgot the social virtues of the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetting still, where'er they madly ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sacred friendship binds mankind to man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fond of exerting power untimely shewn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The momentary triumph all their own!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Met on the wrecks and ravages of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They left no native master of his clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His trees, his towns, with hardened front they claimed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seized every region that a despot named<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And forced the oath that bound him to obey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some prince unknown, ten thousand miles away.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Slaves to their passions, man's imperious race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born for contention, find no resting place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the vain mind, bewildered and perplext,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes this world wretched to enjoy the next.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tired of the scenes that Nature made their own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They rove to conquer what remains unknown:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avarice, undaunted, claims whate'er she sees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surmounts earth's circle, and foregoes all ease:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Religion, bolder, sends some sacred chief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bend the nations to her own belief.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To their vain standard Europe's sons invite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hold no other world can think aright.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold their varied tribes, with self applause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First in religion, liberty, and laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while they bow to cruelty and blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Condemn the Indian with his milder god.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, race to justice, truth, and honour blind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are thy convictions to convert mankind!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vain pride—convince them that your own are just,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or leave them happy, as you found them first.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What charm is seen through Europe's realms of strife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That adds new blessings to the savage life?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On them warm suns with equal splendor shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their each domestic pleasure equals thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their native groves as soft a bloom display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As self-contented roll their lives away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the gay soul, in fancy's visions blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaves to the care of chance her heaven of rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What are the arts that rise on Europe's plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But arts destructive to the bliss of man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What are all wars, where'er the marks you trace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the sad records of our world's disgrace?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reason degraded from her tottering throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And precepts, called divine, observed by none.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Blest in their distance from that bloody scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why spread the sail to pass the gulphs between?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If winds can waft to ocean's utmost verge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there new islands and new worlds emerge—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If wealth, or war, or science bid thee roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, leave religion and thy laws at home,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave the free native to enjoy his store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor teach destructive arts, unknown before—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woes of their own those new found worlds invade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, too, fierce passions the weak soul degrade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Invention there has winged the unerring dart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There the swift arrow vibrates to the heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Revenge and death contending bosoms share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pining envy claims her subjects there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are these too few?—then see despotic power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spends on a throne of logs her busy hour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard by, and half ambitious to ascend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Priests, interceding with the gods, attend—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atoning victims at their shrines they lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their crimson knives tremendous rites display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the proud despot's gore remorseless shed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through life detested, or adored when dead.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Born to be wretched, search this globe around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dupes to a few the race of man is found!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek some new world in some new climate plac'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some gay Ta-ia<a name="FNanchor_H_54" id="FNanchor_H_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_H_54" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> on the watery waste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though Nature clothes in all her bright array,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some proud tormentor steals her charms away:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howe'er she smiles beneath those milder skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though men decay the monarch never dies!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howe'er the groves, howe'er the gardens bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A monarch and a priest is still their doom!<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_H_54" id="Footnote_H_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_H_54"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Commonly called Otaheite, an island in the Southern Pacific Ocean, +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="DISCOVERY46"></a>DISCOVERY<a id="FNanchor_46_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_53" class="fnanchor">[47]</a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Six thousand years in these dull regions pass'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time, you'll say, we knew their bounds at last,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Knew to what skies our setting stars retire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And where the wintry suns expend their fire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">What land to land protracts the varied scene,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And what extended oceans roll between;<br></span> +<span class="i0">What worlds exist beneath antarctic skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from Pacific waves what verdant islands rise.<br></span> +<span class="i1">In vain did Nature shore from shore divide:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Art formed a passage and her waves defied:<br></span> +<span class="i0">When his bold plan the master pilot drew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dissevered worlds stept forward at the view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lessening still the intervening space,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Disclosed new millions of the human race.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Proud even of toil, succeeding ages joined<br></span> +<span class="i0">New seas to vanquish, and new worlds to find;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Age following age still farther from the shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Found some new wonder that was hid before,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till launched at length, with avarice doubly bold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their hearts expanding as the world grew old,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some to be rich, and some to be renowned,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The earth they rifled, and explored it round.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><span class="i1">Ambitious Europe! polished in thy pride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thine was the art that toil to toil allied,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thine was the gift, to trace each heavenly sphere,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And seize its beams, to serve ambition here:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence, fierce Pizarro stock'd a world with graves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence Montezuma left a race of slaves.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which project suited best with heaven's decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To force new doctrines, or to leave them free?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Religion only feigned to claim a share,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their riches, not their souls, employed your care.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Alas! how few of all that daring train<br></span> +<span class="i0">That seek new worlds embosomed in the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How few have sailed on virtue's nobler plan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How few with motives worthy of a man!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">While through the deep-sea waves we saw them go<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where'er they found a man they made a foe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Superior only by superior art,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forgot the social virtues of the heart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forgetting still, where'er they madly ran,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That sacred friendship binds mankind to man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fond of exerting power untimely shewn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The momentary triumph all their own!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Met on the wrecks and ravages of time,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They left no native master of his clime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His trees, his towns, with hardened front they claimed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Seized every region that a despot named<br></span> +<span class="i0">And forced the oath that bound him to obey<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some prince unknown, ten thousand miles away.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Slaves to their passions, man's imperious race,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Born for contention, find no resting place,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the vain mind, bewildered and perplext,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Makes this world wretched to enjoy the next.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tired of the scenes that Nature made their own,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They rove to conquer what remains unknown:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Avarice, undaunted, claims whate'er she sees,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Surmounts earth's circle, and foregoes all ease:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Religion, bolder, sends some sacred chief<br></span> +<span class="i0">To bend the nations to her own belief.<br></span> +<span class="i0">To their vain standard Europe's sons invite,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who hold no other world can think aright.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behold their varied tribes, with self applause,<br></span> +<span class="i0">First in religion, liberty, and laws,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And while they bow to cruelty and blood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Condemn the Indian with his milder god.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, race to justice, truth, and honour blind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are thy convictions to convert mankind!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vain pride—convince them that your own are just,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or leave them happy, as you found them first.<br></span> +<span class="i1">What charm is seen through Europe's realms of strife<br></span> +<span class="i0">That adds new blessings to the savage life?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">On them warm suns with equal splendor shine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their each domestic pleasure equals thine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their native groves as soft a bloom display,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As self-contented roll their lives away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the gay soul, in fancy's visions blest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leaves to the care of chance her heaven of rest.<br></span> +<span class="i1">What are the arts that rise on Europe's plan<br></span> +<span class="i0">But arts destructive to the bliss of man?<br></span> +<span class="i0">What are all wars, where'er the marks you trace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But the sad records of our world's disgrace?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reason degraded from her tottering throne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And precepts, called divine, observed by none.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Blest in their distance from that bloody scene,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why spread the sail to pass the gulphs between?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If winds can waft to ocean's utmost verge,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And there new islands and new worlds emerge—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If wealth, or war, or science bid thee roam,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, leave religion and thy laws at home,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Leave the free native to enjoy his store,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor teach destructive arts, unknown before—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Woes of their own those new found worlds invade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There, too, fierce passions the weak soul degrade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Invention there has winged the unerring dart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There the swift arrow vibrates to the heart.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Revenge and death contending bosoms share,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pining envy claims her subjects there.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are these too few?—then see despotic power<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spends on a throne of logs her busy hour.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hard by, and half ambitious to ascend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Priests, interceding with the gods, attend—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Atoning victims at their shrines they lay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their crimson knives tremendous rites display,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or the proud despot's gore remorseless shed.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Through life detested, or adored when dead.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Born to be wretched, search this globe around,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dupes to a few the race of man is found!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Seek some new world in some new climate plac'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some gay Ta-ia<a id="FNanchor_H_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_H_54" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> on the watery waste,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though Nature clothes in all her bright array,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some proud tormentor steals her charms away:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Howe'er she smiles beneath those milder skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though men decay the monarch never dies!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Howe'er the groves, howe'er the gardens bloom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A monarch and a priest is still their doom!<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_H_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_H_54"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Commonly called Otaheite, an island in the Southern Pacific Ocean, noted for the natural civilization of its inhabitants.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_53" id="Footnote_46_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_53"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> The edition of 1786 has the date 1772 for this poem. Very little change +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_46_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_53"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> The edition of 1786 has the date 1772 for this poem. Very little change was made in the text for the later editions.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_PICTURES_OF_COLUMBUS" id="THE_PICTURES_OF_COLUMBUS"></a>THE PICTURES OF COLUMBUS,<br /> -THE GENOESE<a name="FNanchor_47_55" id="FNanchor_47_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_55" class="fnanchor">[48]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_PICTURES_OF_COLUMBUS"></a>THE PICTURES OF COLUMBUS,<br> +THE GENOESE<a id="FNanchor_47_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_55" class="fnanchor">[48]</a></h3> <h4><span class="smcap">Picture I.</span></h4> -<p class="center">Columbus making Maps<a name="FNanchor_I_56" id="FNanchor_I_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_I_56" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p> +<p class="center">Columbus making Maps<a id="FNanchor_I_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_I_56" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_I_56" id="Footnote_I_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_I_56"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> History informs us this was his original profession: and from the disproportionate +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_I_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_I_56"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> History informs us this was his original profession: and from the disproportionate vacancy observable in the drafts of that time between Europe and Asia to the west, it is most probable he first took the idea of another continent, lying in a parallel direction to, and existing between both.—<i>Freneau's @@ -7843,197 +7877,197 @@ note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As o'er his charts Columbus ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Such disproportion he survey'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He thought he saw in art's mean plan<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Blunders that Nature never made;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The land in one poor corner placed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all beside, a swelling waste!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"It can't be so," Columbus said;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As o'er his charts Columbus ran,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Such disproportion he survey'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He thought he saw in art's mean plan<br></span> +<span class="i1">Blunders that Nature never made;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The land in one poor corner placed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all beside, a swelling waste!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"It can't be so," Columbus said;<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"This world on paper idly drawn,<a name="FNanchor_48_57" id="FNanchor_48_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_57" class="fnanchor">[49]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O'er one small tract so often gone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The pencil tires; in this void space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Allow'd to find no resting place.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But copying Nature's bold design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"If true to her, no fault is mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Perhaps in these moist regions dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Forms wrought like man, and lov'd as well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This world on paper idly drawn,<a id="FNanchor_48_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_57" class="fnanchor">[49]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">"O'er one small tract so often gone<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The pencil tires; in this void space<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Allow'd to find no resting place.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But copying Nature's bold design,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"If true to her, no fault is mine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Perhaps in these moist regions dwell<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Forms wrought like man, and lov'd as well.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Yet to the west what lengthen'd seas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Are no gay islands found in these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No sylvan worlds that Nature meant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To balance Asia's vast extent?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet to the west what lengthen'd seas!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Are no gay islands found in these,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No sylvan worlds that Nature meant<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To balance Asia's vast extent?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"As late a mimic globe I made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"(Imploring Fancy to my aid)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O'er these wild seas a shade I threw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And a new world my pencil drew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"As late a mimic globe I made<br></span> +<span class="i0">"(Imploring Fancy to my aid)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O'er these wild seas a shade I threw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And a new world my pencil drew.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But westward plac'd, and far away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In the deep seas this country lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Beyond all climes already known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In Neptune's bosom plac'd alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But westward plac'd, and far away<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In the deep seas this country lay<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Beyond all climes already known,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In Neptune's bosom plac'd alone.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Who knows but he that hung this ball<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In the clear void, and governs all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"On those dread scenes, remote from view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Has trac'd his great idea too.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Who knows but he that hung this ball<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In the clear void, and governs all,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"On those dread scenes, remote from view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Has trac'd his great idea too.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"What can these idle charts avail—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O'er real seas I mean to sail;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"If fortune aids the grand design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Worlds yet unthought of shall be mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What can these idle charts avail—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O'er real seas I mean to sail;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"If fortune aids the grand design,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Worlds yet unthought of shall be mine.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But how shall I this country find!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Gay, painted picture of the mind!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Religion<a name="FNanchor_J_58" id="FNanchor_J_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_J_58" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> holds my project vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And owns no worlds beyond the main.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But how shall I this country find!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Gay, painted picture of the mind!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Religion<a id="FNanchor_J_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_J_58" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> holds my project vain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And owns no worlds beyond the main.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_J_58" id="Footnote_J_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_J_58"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> The Inquisition made it criminal to assert the existence of the Antipodes.—<i>Freneau's +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_J_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_J_58"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> The Inquisition made it criminal to assert the existence of the Antipodes.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>"'Midst yonder hills long time has stay'd<a name="FNanchor_49_59" id="FNanchor_49_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_59" class="fnanchor">[50]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In sylvan cells a wondrous maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who things to come can truly tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Dread mistress of the magic spell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>"'Midst yonder hills long time has stay'd<a id="FNanchor_49_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_59" class="fnanchor">[50]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">"In sylvan cells a wondrous maid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Who things to come can truly tell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Dread mistress of the magic spell.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Whate'er the depths of time can shew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"All pass before her in review,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And all events her eyes survey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"'Till time and nature both decay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whate'er the depths of time can shew<br></span> +<span class="i0">"All pass before her in review,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And all events her eyes survey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"'Till time and nature both decay.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I'll to her cave, enquiring there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What mighty things the fates prepare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Whether my hopes and plans are vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Or I must give new worlds to Spain."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll to her cave, enquiring there<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What mighty things the fates prepare;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Whether my hopes and plans are vain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Or I must give new worlds to Spain."<br></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> -<h4><span class="smcap">Picture II.</span><a name="FNanchor_50_60" id="FNanchor_50_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_60" class="fnanchor">[51]</a></h4> +<h4><span class="smcap">Picture II.</span><a id="FNanchor_50_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_60" class="fnanchor">[51]</a></h4> <p class="center">The Cell of an Inchantress</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Inchantress</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Inchantress</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who dares attempt this gloomy grove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where never shepherd dream'd of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And birds of night are only found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poisonous weeds bestrew the ground:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, stranger, take some other road,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor dare prophane my dark abode;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds are high, the moon is low—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would you enter?—no, no, no:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who dares attempt this gloomy grove<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where never shepherd dream'd of love,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And birds of night are only found,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And poisonous weeds bestrew the ground:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence, stranger, take some other road,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dare prophane my dark abode;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The winds are high, the moon is low—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would you enter?—no, no, no:—<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sorceress of mighty power!<a name="FNanchor_K_61" id="FNanchor_K_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_K_61" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hither at the midnight hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over hill and dale I've come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving ease and sleep at home:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With daring aims my bosom glows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long a stranger to repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have come to learn from you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether phantoms I pursue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if, as reason would persuade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New worlds are on the ocean laid—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, wonder-working maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, dire inchantress, tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mistress of the magic spell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sorceress of mighty power!<a id="FNanchor_K_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_K_61" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Hither at the midnight hour<br></span> +<span class="i0">Over hill and dale I've come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving ease and sleep at home:<br></span> +<span class="i0">With daring aims my bosom glows;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long a stranger to repose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I have come to learn from you<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whether phantoms I pursue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or if, as reason would persuade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">New worlds are on the ocean laid—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me, wonder-working maid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me, dire inchantress, tell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mistress of the magic spell!<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_K_61" id="Footnote_K_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_K_61"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> The fifteenth century was, like many of the preceding, an age of superstition, +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_K_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_K_61"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> The fifteenth century was, like many of the preceding, an age of superstition, cruelty, and ignorance. When this circumstance, therefore, is brought into view, the mixture of truth and fiction will not appear altogether absurd or unnatural. At any rate, it has ever been tolerated in this species of poetry.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Inchantress</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>The staring owl her note has sung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gaping snakes my cave is hung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of maiden hair my bed is made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two winding sheets above it laid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With bones of men my shelves are pil'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And toads are for my supper boil'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three ghosts attend to fill my cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And four to serve my pottage up;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crow is waiting to say grace:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wouldst thou in such a dismal place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The secrets of thy fortune trace?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though death and all his dreary crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were to be open'd on my view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not from this threshold fly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till you had made a full reply.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Open wide this iron gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must read the book of fate:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, if beyond the main<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Islands are reserv'd for Spain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, if beyond the sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worlds are to be found by me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bid your spirits disappear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Phantoms of delusive fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are visions I despise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shadows and uncertainties.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Inchantress</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Must I, then, yield to your request!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Columbus, why disturb my rest!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this the ungrateful shall combine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hard misfortune shall be thine;—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this the base reward remains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of cold neglect and galling chains!<a name="FNanchor_L_62" id="FNanchor_L_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_L_62" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a poor solitude forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reproach and want shall be the lot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of him that gives new worlds to Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And westward spreads her golden reign.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before you came to vex my bower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I slept away the evening hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or watch'd the rising of the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With hissing vipers keeping tune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or galloping along the glade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took pleasure in the lunar shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gather'd herbs, or made a prize<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of horses' tails and adders' eyes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now open flies the iron gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Advance, and read the book of fate!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On thy design what woes attend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nations at the ocean's end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer destin'd to be free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall owe distress and death to thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seats of innocence and love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall soon the scenes of horror prove:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why disturb these Indian climes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pictures of more happy times!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has avarice, with unfeeling breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has cruelty thy soul possess'd?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May ruin on thy boldness wait!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Advance, and read the book of fate.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When vulture, fed but once a week,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ravens three together shriek,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And skeleton for vengeance cries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then shall the fatal curtain rise!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two lamps in yonder vaulted room,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suspended o'er a brazen tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall lend their glimmerings, as you pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find your fortune in that glass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose wondrous virtue is, to show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate'er the inquirer wants to know.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_L_62" id="Footnote_L_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_L_62"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> In 1498 he was superseded in his command at Hispaniola and sent home +<span class="i10"><i>Inchantress</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>The staring owl her note has sung;<br></span> +<span class="i0">With gaping snakes my cave is hung;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of maiden hair my bed is made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Two winding sheets above it laid;<br></span> +<span class="i0">With bones of men my shelves are pil'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And toads are for my supper boil'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three ghosts attend to fill my cup,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And four to serve my pottage up;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The crow is waiting to say grace:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wouldst thou in such a dismal place<br></span> +<span class="i0">The secrets of thy fortune trace?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Though death and all his dreary crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Were to be open'd on my view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I would not from this threshold fly<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till you had made a full reply.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Open wide this iron gate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I must read the book of fate:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me, if beyond the main<br></span> +<span class="i0">Islands are reserv'd for Spain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me, if beyond the sea<br></span> +<span class="i0">Worlds are to be found by me:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bid your spirits disappear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Phantoms of delusive fear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These are visions I despise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shadows and uncertainties.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Inchantress</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Must I, then, yield to your request!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Columbus, why disturb my rest!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">For this the ungrateful shall combine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hard misfortune shall be thine;—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">For this the base reward remains<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of cold neglect and galling chains!<a id="FNanchor_L_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_L_62" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">In a poor solitude forgot,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reproach and want shall be the lot<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of him that gives new worlds to Spain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And westward spreads her golden reign.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Before you came to vex my bower<br></span> +<span class="i0">I slept away the evening hour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or watch'd the rising of the moon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With hissing vipers keeping tune,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or galloping along the glade<br></span> +<span class="i0">Took pleasure in the lunar shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gather'd herbs, or made a prize<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of horses' tails and adders' eyes:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now open flies the iron gate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Advance, and read the book of fate!<br></span> +<span class="i0">On thy design what woes attend!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The nations at the ocean's end,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No longer destin'd to be free,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall owe distress and death to thee!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The seats of innocence and love<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall soon the scenes of horror prove:<br></span> +<span class="i0">But why disturb these Indian climes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The pictures of more happy times!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Has avarice, with unfeeling breast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Has cruelty thy soul possess'd?<br></span> +<span class="i0">May ruin on thy boldness wait!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Advance, and read the book of fate.<br></span> +<span class="i2">When vulture, fed but once a week,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ravens three together shriek,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And skeleton for vengeance cries,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then shall the fatal curtain rise!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Two lamps in yonder vaulted room,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Suspended o'er a brazen tomb,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall lend their glimmerings, as you pass,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To find your fortune in that glass<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose wondrous virtue is, to show<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er the inquirer wants to know.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_L_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_L_62"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> In 1498 he was superseded in his command at Hispaniola and sent home in irons. Soon after finishing his fourth voyage, finding himself neglected by the Court of Spain after all his services, he retired to Valladolid, in Old Castile, where he died on the 20th of May. A. D. 1506.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> @@ -8044,66 +8078,66 @@ where he died on the 20th of May. A. D. 1506.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></ <p class="center">The Mirror</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strange things I see, bright mirror, in thy breast:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There Perseverance stands, and nobly scorns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gabbling tongue of busy calumny;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud Erudition in a scholar's garb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Derides my plans and grins a jeering smile.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hypocrisy, clad in a doctor's gown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A western continent deems heresy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The princes, kings, and nobles of the land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smile at my projects, and report me mad:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One royal woman only stands my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright Isabell, the lady of our hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom avarice prompts to aid my purposes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love of toys—weak female vanity!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She gains her point!—three slender barques I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Or else the witch's glass deceives mine eye)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rigg'd trim, and furnish'd out with stores and men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fitted for tedious journeys o'er the main:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Columbus—ha!—their motions he directs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their captains come, and ask advice from him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holding him for the soul of resolution.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, now we launch from Palos! prosperous gales<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impel the canvas: now the far fam'd streight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is pass'd, the pillars of the son of Jove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long held the limits of the paths of men:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! what a waste of ocean here begins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lonely waves, so black and comfortless!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light flies each bounding galley o'er the main;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now Lancerota gathers on our view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Teneriffe her clouded summit rears:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Awhile we linger at these islands fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That seem the utmost boundaries of the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then westward aiming on the unfathom'd deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrowing, with heavy hearts we urge our way.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now all is discontent—such oceans pass'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No land appearing yet, dejects the most;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, fertile in expedients, I alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mask of mild content am forc'd to wear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand signs I see, or feign to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of shores at hand, and bottoms underneath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a bird that wanders o'er the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a cloud that traverses the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But brings me something to support their hopes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All fails at last!—so frequently deceiv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They growl with anger—mad to look at death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They gnash their teeth, and will be led no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On me their vengeance turns: they look at me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As their conductor to the realms of ruin:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plot after plot discover'd, not reveng'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They join against their chief in mutiny:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They urge to plunge him in the boiling deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As one, the only one that would pursue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imaginary worlds through boundless seas:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scene is chang'd—Fine islands greet mine eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cover'd with trees, and beasts, and yellow men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eternal summer through the vallies smiles<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fragrant gales o'er golden meadows play!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inchantress, 'tis enough!—now veil your glass—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The curtain falls—and I must homeward pass.<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Strange things I see, bright mirror, in thy breast:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There Perseverance stands, and nobly scorns<br></span> +<span class="i0">The gabbling tongue of busy calumny;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Proud Erudition in a scholar's garb<br></span> +<span class="i0">Derides my plans and grins a jeering smile.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hypocrisy, clad in a doctor's gown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A western continent deems heresy:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The princes, kings, and nobles of the land<br></span> +<span class="i0">Smile at my projects, and report me mad:<br></span> +<span class="i0">One royal woman only stands my friend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bright Isabell, the lady of our hearts,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom avarice prompts to aid my purposes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And love of toys—weak female vanity!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">She gains her point!—three slender barques I see<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Or else the witch's glass deceives mine eye)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rigg'd trim, and furnish'd out with stores and men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fitted for tedious journeys o'er the main:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Columbus—ha!—their motions he directs;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their captains come, and ask advice from him,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Holding him for the soul of resolution.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now, now we launch from Palos! prosperous gales<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Impel the canvas: now the far fam'd streight<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is pass'd, the pillars of the son of Jove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long held the limits of the paths of men:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! what a waste of ocean here begins,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lonely waves, so black and comfortless!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Light flies each bounding galley o'er the main;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now Lancerota gathers on our view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Teneriffe her clouded summit rears:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Awhile we linger at these islands fair<br></span> +<span class="i0">That seem the utmost boundaries of the world,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then westward aiming on the unfathom'd deep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrowing, with heavy hearts we urge our way.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now all is discontent—such oceans pass'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No land appearing yet, dejects the most;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, fertile in expedients, I alone<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mask of mild content am forc'd to wear:<br></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand signs I see, or feign to see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of shores at hand, and bottoms underneath,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And not a bird that wanders o'er the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And not a cloud that traverses the sky<br></span> +<span class="i0">But brings me something to support their hopes:<br></span> +<span class="i0">All fails at last!—so frequently deceiv'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">They growl with anger—mad to look at death<br></span> +<span class="i0">They gnash their teeth, and will be led no more;<br></span> +<span class="i0">On me their vengeance turns: they look at me<br></span> +<span class="i0">As their conductor to the realms of ruin:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Plot after plot discover'd, not reveng'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They join against their chief in mutiny:<br></span> +<span class="i0">They urge to plunge him in the boiling deep<br></span> +<span class="i0">As one, the only one that would pursue<br></span> +<span class="i0">Imaginary worlds through boundless seas:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scene is chang'd—Fine islands greet mine eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cover'd with trees, and beasts, and yellow men;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Eternal summer through the vallies smiles<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And fragrant gales o'er golden meadows play!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Inchantress, 'tis enough!—now veil your glass—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The curtain falls—and I must homeward pass.<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8112,60 +8146,60 @@ where he died on the 20th of May. A. D. 1506.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></ <p class="center">Columbus addresses King Ferdinand</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Prince and the pride of Spain! while meaner crowns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleas'd with the shadow of monarchial sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exact obedience from some paltry tract<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce worth the pain and toil of governing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be thine the generous care to send thy fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond the knowledge, or the guess of man.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This gulphy deep (that bounds our western reign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So long by civil feuds and wars disgrac'd)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must be the passage to some other shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where nations dwell, children of early time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Basking in the warm sunshine of the south,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who some false deity, no doubt, adore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Owning no virtue in the potent cross:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What honour, sire, to plant your standards there,<a name="FNanchor_M_63" id="FNanchor_M_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_M_63" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And souls recover to our holy faith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That now in paths of dark perdition stray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warp'd to his worship by the evil one!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Think not that Europe and the Asian waste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Africa, where barren sands abound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the sole gems in Neptune's bosom laid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think not the world a vast extended plain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See yond' bright orbs, that through the ether move,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All globular; this earth a globe like them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walks her own rounds, attended by the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright comrade, but with borrowed lustre bright.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If all the surface of this mighty round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be one wide ocean of unfathom'd depth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bounding the little space already known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature must have forgot her wonted wit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made a monstrous havock of proportion.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If her proud depths were not restrain'd by lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And broke by continents of vast extent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Existing somewhere under western skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far other waves would roll before the storms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than ever yet have burst on Europe's shores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Driving before them deluge and confusion.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But Nature will preserve what she has plann'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the whole suffrage of antiquity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Platonic dreams, and reason's plainer page<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All point at something that we ought to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Buried behind the waters of the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouded with shadows of uncertainty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time is come for some sublime event<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mighty fame:—mankind are children yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hardly dream what treasures they possess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dark bosom of the fertile main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unfathom'd, unattempted, unexplor'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These, mighty prince, I offer to reveal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by the magnet's aid, if you supply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ships and some gallant hearts, will hope to bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From distant climes, news worthy of a king.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_M_63" id="Footnote_M_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_M_63"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> It is allowed by most historians, that Ferdinand was an implicit believer +<span class="i2">Prince and the pride of Spain! while meaner crowns,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pleas'd with the shadow of monarchial sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Exact obedience from some paltry tract<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce worth the pain and toil of governing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be thine the generous care to send thy fame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the knowledge, or the guess of man.<br></span> +<span class="i2">This gulphy deep (that bounds our western reign<br></span> +<span class="i0">So long by civil feuds and wars disgrac'd)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must be the passage to some other shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where nations dwell, children of early time,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Basking in the warm sunshine of the south,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who some false deity, no doubt, adore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Owning no virtue in the potent cross:<br></span> +<span class="i0">What honour, sire, to plant your standards there,<a id="FNanchor_M_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_M_63" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">And souls recover to our holy faith<br></span> +<span class="i0">That now in paths of dark perdition stray<br></span> +<span class="i0">Warp'd to his worship by the evil one!<br></span> +<span class="i2">Think not that Europe and the Asian waste,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Africa, where barren sands abound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are the sole gems in Neptune's bosom laid:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Think not the world a vast extended plain:<br></span> +<span class="i0">See yond' bright orbs, that through the ether move,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All globular; this earth a globe like them<br></span> +<span class="i0">Walks her own rounds, attended by the moon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bright comrade, but with borrowed lustre bright.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">If all the surface of this mighty round<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be one wide ocean of unfathom'd depth<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bounding the little space already known,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nature must have forgot her wonted wit<br></span> +<span class="i0">And made a monstrous havock of proportion.<br></span> +<span class="i0">If her proud depths were not restrain'd by lands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And broke by continents of vast extent<br></span> +<span class="i0">Existing somewhere under western skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far other waves would roll before the storms<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than ever yet have burst on Europe's shores,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Driving before them deluge and confusion.<br></span> +<span class="i2">But Nature will preserve what she has plann'd:<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the whole suffrage of antiquity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Platonic dreams, and reason's plainer page<br></span> +<span class="i0">All point at something that we ought to see<br></span> +<span class="i0">Buried behind the waters of the west,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Clouded with shadows of uncertainty.<br></span> +<span class="i0">The time is come for some sublime event<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of mighty fame:—mankind are children yet,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hardly dream what treasures they possess<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the dark bosom of the fertile main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unfathom'd, unattempted, unexplor'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">These, mighty prince, I offer to reveal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And by the magnet's aid, if you supply<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ships and some gallant hearts, will hope to bring<br></span> +<span class="i0">From distant climes, news worthy of a king.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_M_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_M_63"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> It is allowed by most historians, that Ferdinand was an implicit believer and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> @@ -8174,169 +8208,169 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Ferdinand and his First Minister</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What would this madman have, this odd projector!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wild address I have to-day attended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mingling its folly with our great affairs,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreaming of islands and new hemispheres<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plac'd on the ocean's verge, we know not where—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What shall I do with this petitioner?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Minister</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Even send him, sire, to perish in his search:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has so pester'd me these many years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With idle projects of discovery—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His name—I almost dread to hear it mention'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is a Genoese of vulgar birth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And has been round all Europe with his plans<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presenting them to every potentate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He lives, 'tis said, by vending maps and charts,<a name="FNanchor_51_64" id="FNanchor_51_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_64" class="fnanchor">[52]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And being us'd to sketch imagin'd islands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On that blank space that represents the seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His head at last grows giddy with this folly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fancied isles are turned to real lands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With which he puzzles me perpetually:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What pains me too, is, that our royal lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lends him her ear, and reads his mad addresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oppos'd to reason and philosophy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He acts the devil's part in Eden's garden;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knowing the man was proof to his temptations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He whisper'd something in the ear of Eve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And promis'd much, but meant not to perform.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Minister</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I've treated all his schemes with such contempt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That any but a rank, mad-brain'd enthusiast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pushing his purpose to extremities,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would have forsook your empire, royal sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discourag'd, and forgotten long ago.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Has he so long been busy at his projects?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I scarcely heard of him till yesterday:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A plan pursued with so much obstinacy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks not like madness:—wretches of that stamp<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Survey a thousand objects in an hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In love with each, and yet attach'd to none<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond the moment that it meets the eye—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But him I honour, tho' in beggar's garbs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who has a soul of so much constancy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to bear up against the hard rebuffs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sneers of great men, and insolence of power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the opposition of them all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursues his object:—Minister, this man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must have our notice:—Let him be commissioned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Viceroy of all the lands he shall discover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admiral and general in the fleets of Spain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let three stout ships be instantly selected,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best and strongest ribb'd of all we own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With men to mann them, patient of fatigue:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But stay, attend! how stands our treasury?—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Minister</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Empty—even to the bottom, royal sir!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have not coin for bare necessities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much less, so pardon me, to spend on madmen.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> +<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What would this madman have, this odd projector!<br></span> +<span class="i0">A wild address I have to-day attended,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mingling its folly with our great affairs,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Dreaming of islands and new hemispheres<br></span> +<span class="i0">Plac'd on the ocean's verge, we know not where—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What shall I do with this petitioner?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Minister</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Even send him, sire, to perish in his search:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He has so pester'd me these many years<br></span> +<span class="i0">With idle projects of discovery—<br></span> +<span class="i0">His name—I almost dread to hear it mention'd:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He is a Genoese of vulgar birth<br></span> +<span class="i0">And has been round all Europe with his plans<br></span> +<span class="i0">Presenting them to every potentate;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He lives, 'tis said, by vending maps and charts,<a id="FNanchor_51_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_64" class="fnanchor">[52]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">And being us'd to sketch imagin'd islands<br></span> +<span class="i0">On that blank space that represents the seas,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His head at last grows giddy with this folly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fancied isles are turned to real lands<br></span> +<span class="i0">With which he puzzles me perpetually:<br></span> +<span class="i0">What pains me too, is, that our royal lady<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lends him her ear, and reads his mad addresses,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oppos'd to reason and philosophy.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He acts the devil's part in Eden's garden;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Knowing the man was proof to his temptations<br></span> +<span class="i0">He whisper'd something in the ear of Eve,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And promis'd much, but meant not to perform.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Minister</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I've treated all his schemes with such contempt<br></span> +<span class="i0">That any but a rank, mad-brain'd enthusiast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pushing his purpose to extremities,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Would have forsook your empire, royal sir,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Discourag'd, and forgotten long ago.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Has he so long been busy at his projects?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I scarcely heard of him till yesterday:<br></span> +<span class="i0">A plan pursued with so much obstinacy<br></span> +<span class="i0">Looks not like madness:—wretches of that stamp<br></span> +<span class="i0">Survey a thousand objects in an hour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In love with each, and yet attach'd to none<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the moment that it meets the eye—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But him I honour, tho' in beggar's garbs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who has a soul of so much constancy<br></span> +<span class="i0">As to bear up against the hard rebuffs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sneers of great men, and insolence of power,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And through the opposition of them all<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pursues his object:—Minister, this man<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must have our notice:—Let him be commissioned<br></span> +<span class="i0">Viceroy of all the lands he shall discover,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Admiral and general in the fleets of Spain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let three stout ships be instantly selected,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The best and strongest ribb'd of all we own,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With men to mann them, patient of fatigue:<br></span> +<span class="i0">But stay, attend! how stands our treasury?—<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Minister</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Empty—even to the bottom, royal sir!<br></span> +<span class="i0">We have not coin for bare necessities,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Much less, so pardon me, to spend on madmen.<br></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> <h4><span class="smcap">Picture VI.</span></h4> <p class="center">Columbus addresses Queen Isabella</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While Turkish queens, dejected, pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compell'd sweet freedom to resign;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And taught one virtue, to obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lament some eastern tyrant's sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Turkish queens, dejected, pine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Compell'd sweet freedom to resign;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And taught one virtue, to obey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lament some eastern tyrant's sway,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Queen of our hearts, bright Isabell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A happier lot to you has fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who makes a nation's bliss your own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And share the rich Castilian throne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Queen of our hearts, bright Isabell!<br></span> +<span class="i0">A happier lot to you has fell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who makes a nation's bliss your own,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And share the rich Castilian throne.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Exalted thus, beyond all fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assist, fair lady, that proud aim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which would your native reign extend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the wide world's remotest end.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exalted thus, beyond all fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Assist, fair lady, that proud aim<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which would your native reign extend<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the wide world's remotest end.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From science, fed by busy thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New wonders to my view are brought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vast abyss beyond our shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I deem impassable no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From science, fed by busy thought,<br></span> +<span class="i0">New wonders to my view are brought:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The vast abyss beyond our shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">I deem impassable no more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let those that love to dream or sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pretend no limits to the deep:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see beyond the rolling main<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Abounding wealth reserv'd for Spain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let those that love to dream or sleep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pretend no limits to the deep:<br></span> +<span class="i0">I see beyond the rolling main<br></span> +<span class="i0">Abounding wealth reserv'd for Spain.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From Nature's earliest days conceal'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men of their own these climates yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scepter'd dames, no doubt, are there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queens like yourself, but not so fair.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Nature's earliest days conceal'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Men of their own these climates yield,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And scepter'd dames, no doubt, are there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Queens like yourself, but not so fair.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But what should most provoke desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the fine pearls that they admire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And diamonds bright and coral green<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More fit to grace a Spanish queen.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their yellow shells, and virgin gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silver, for our trinkets sold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall well reward this toil and pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid our commerce shine again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But what should most provoke desire<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are the fine pearls that they admire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And diamonds bright and coral green<br></span> +<span class="i0">More fit to grace a Spanish queen.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Their yellow shells, and virgin gold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And silver, for our trinkets sold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall well reward this toil and pain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bid our commerce shine again.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As men were forc'd from Eden's shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By errors that a woman made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Permit me at a woman's cost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find the climates that we lost.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As men were forc'd from Eden's shade<br></span> +<span class="i0">By errors that a woman made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Permit me at a woman's cost<br></span> +<span class="i0">To find the climates that we lost.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He that with you partakes command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nation's hope, great Ferdinand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attends, indeed, to my request,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wants no empires in the west.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He that with you partakes command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The nation's hope, great Ferdinand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Attends, indeed, to my request,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But wants no empires in the west.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then, queen, supply the swelling sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For eastward breathes the steady gale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shall the meanest barque convey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To regions richer than Cathay.<a name="FNanchor_N_65" id="FNanchor_N_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_N_65" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, queen, supply the swelling sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For eastward breathes the steady gale<br></span> +<span class="i0">That shall the meanest barque convey<br></span> +<span class="i0">To regions richer than Cathay.<a id="FNanchor_N_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_N_65" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_N_65" id="Footnote_N_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_N_65"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> The ancient name for China.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_N_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_N_65"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> The ancient name for China.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Arriv'd upon that flowery coast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whole towns of golden temples boast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While these bright objects strike our view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their wealth shall be reserv'd for you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arriv'd upon that flowery coast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whole towns of golden temples boast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While these bright objects strike our view<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their wealth shall be reserv'd for you.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each swarthy king shall yield his crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smiling lay their sceptres down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they, not tam'd by force of arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall hear the story of your charms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each swarthy king shall yield his crown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And smiling lay their sceptres down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When they, not tam'd by force of arms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall hear the story of your charms.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Did I an empty dream pursue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great honour still must wait on you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who sent the lads of Spain to keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such vigils on the untravell'd deep,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who fix'd the bounds of land and sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trac'd Nature's works through each degree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imagin'd some unheard of shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But prov'd that there was nothing more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did I an empty dream pursue<br></span> +<span class="i0">Great honour still must wait on you,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who sent the lads of Spain to keep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such vigils on the untravell'd deep,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who fix'd the bounds of land and sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Trac'd Nature's works through each degree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Imagin'd some unheard of shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">But prov'd that there was nothing more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet happier prospects, I maintain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall open on your female reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While ages hence with rapture tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much they owe to Isabell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet happier prospects, I maintain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall open on your female reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While ages hence with rapture tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">How much they owe to Isabell!<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8345,43 +8379,43 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Queen Isabella's Page of Honour writing a reply to Columbus</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Your yellow shells, and coral green.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gold, and silver—not yet seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made such mischief in a woman's mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The queen could almost pillage from the crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And add some costly jewels of her own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus sending you that charming coast to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all these heavenly things abound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queens in the west, and chiefs renown'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then no great men take you by the hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor are the nobles busied in your aid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The clergy have no relish for your scheme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deem it madness—one archbishop said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You were bewilder'd in a paltry dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That led directly to undoubted ruin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your own and other men's undoing:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our confessor says it is not true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And calls it heresy in you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus to assert the world is round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that Antipodes are found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Held to the earth, we can't tell how.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But you shall sail; I heard the queen declare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That mere geography is not her care;—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><span class="i0">And thus she bids me say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Columbus, haste away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Hasten to Palos, and if you can find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Three barques, of structure suited to your mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Strait make a purchase in the royal name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Equip them for the seas without delay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Since long the journey is (we heard you say)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To that rich country which we wish to claim.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Let them be small—for know the crown is poor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Though basking in the sunshine of renown.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Long wars have wasted us: the pride of Spain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Was ne'er before so high, nor purse so mean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Giving us ten years' war, the humbled Moor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Has left us little else but victory:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Time must restore past splendor to our reign."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your yellow shells, and coral green.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gold, and silver—not yet seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Have made such mischief in a woman's mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">The queen could almost pillage from the crown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And add some costly jewels of her own,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus sending you that charming coast to find<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where all these heavenly things abound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Queens in the west, and chiefs renown'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But then no great men take you by the hand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor are the nobles busied in your aid;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The clergy have no relish for your scheme,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And deem it madness—one archbishop said<br></span> +<span class="i0">You were bewilder'd in a paltry dream<br></span> +<span class="i0">That led directly to undoubted ruin,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your own and other men's undoing:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And our confessor says it is not true,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And calls it heresy in you<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to assert the world is round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And that Antipodes are found<br></span> +<span class="i0">Held to the earth, we can't tell how.—<br></span> +<span class="i2">But you shall sail; I heard the queen declare<br></span> +<span class="i0">That mere geography is not her care;—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><span class="i0">And thus she bids me say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Columbus, haste away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Hasten to Palos, and if you can find<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Three barques, of structure suited to your mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Strait make a purchase in the royal name;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Equip them for the seas without delay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Since long the journey is (we heard you say)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To that rich country which we wish to claim.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Let them be small—for know the crown is poor<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Though basking in the sunshine of renown.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Long wars have wasted us: the pride of Spain<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Was ne'er before so high, nor purse so mean;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Giving us ten years' war, the humbled Moor<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Has left us little else but victory:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Time must restore past splendor to our reign."<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8390,63 +8424,63 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Columbus at the Harbour of Palos, in Andalusia</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">In three small barques to cross so vast a sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Held to be boundless, even in learning's eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trusting only to a magic glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which may have represented things untrue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shadows and visions for realities!—<a name="FNanchor_52_66" id="FNanchor_52_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_66" class="fnanchor">[53]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is a bold attempt!—Yet I must go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Travelling the surge to its great boundary;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far, far away beyond the reach of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where never galley spread her milk-white sail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or weary pilgrim bore the Christian name!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But though I were confirm'd in my design<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saw the whole event with certainty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall I so exert my eloquence,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><span class="i0">And hold such arguments with vulgar minds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to convince them I am not an idiot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chasing the visions of a shatter'd brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ending in their perdition and my own?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world, and all its wisdom is against me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dreams of priests; philosophy in chains;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">False learning swoln with self-sufficiency;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men seated at the helm of royalty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reasoning like school-boys;—what discouragements!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Experience holds herself mine enemy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one weak woman only hears my story!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll make a speech—"Here jovial sailors, here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Ye that would rise beyond the rags of fortune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Struggling too long with hopeless poverty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Coasting your native shores on shallow seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Vex'd by the gallies of the Ottoman;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Now meditate with me a bolder plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Catching at fortune in her plenitude!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"He that shall undertake this voyage with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Shall be no longer held a vulgar man:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Princes shall wish they had been our companions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And Science blush she did not go along<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To learn a lesson that might humble pride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Now grinning idly from a pedant's cap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Lurking behind the veil of cowardice.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Far in the west a golden region lies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Unknown, unvisited for many an age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Teeming with treasures to enrich the brave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Embark, embark—Columbus leads the way—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Why, friends, existence is alike to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Dear and desireable with other men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What good could I devise in seeking ruin?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Embark, I say; and he that sails with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Shall reap a harvest of immortal honour:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Wealthier he shall return than they that now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Lounge in the lap of principalities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Hoarding the gorgeous treasures of the east."—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alas, alas! they turn their backs upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rather choose to wallow in the mire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of want, and torpid inactivity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than by one bold and masterly exertion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Themselves ennoble, and enrich their country!<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">In three small barques to cross so vast a sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Held to be boundless, even in learning's eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And trusting only to a magic glass,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which may have represented things untrue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shadows and visions for realities!—<a id="FNanchor_52_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_66" class="fnanchor">[53]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">It is a bold attempt!—Yet I must go,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Travelling the surge to its great boundary;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far, far away beyond the reach of men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where never galley spread her milk-white sail<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or weary pilgrim bore the Christian name!<br></span> +<span class="i2">But though I were confirm'd in my design<br></span> +<span class="i0">And saw the whole event with certainty,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How shall I so exert my eloquence,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><span class="i0">And hold such arguments with vulgar minds<br></span> +<span class="i0">As to convince them I am not an idiot<br></span> +<span class="i0">Chasing the visions of a shatter'd brain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ending in their perdition and my own?<br></span> +<span class="i0">The world, and all its wisdom is against me;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The dreams of priests; philosophy in chains;<br></span> +<span class="i0">False learning swoln with self-sufficiency;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Men seated at the helm of royalty<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reasoning like school-boys;—what discouragements!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Experience holds herself mine enemy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And one weak woman only hears my story!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll make a speech—"Here jovial sailors, here!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye that would rise beyond the rags of fortune,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Struggling too long with hopeless poverty,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Coasting your native shores on shallow seas,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Vex'd by the gallies of the Ottoman;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Now meditate with me a bolder plan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Catching at fortune in her plenitude!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"He that shall undertake this voyage with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Shall be no longer held a vulgar man:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Princes shall wish they had been our companions,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And Science blush she did not go along<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To learn a lesson that might humble pride<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Now grinning idly from a pedant's cap,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Lurking behind the veil of cowardice.<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Far in the west a golden region lies<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Unknown, unvisited for many an age,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Teeming with treasures to enrich the brave.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Embark, embark—Columbus leads the way—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Why, friends, existence is alike to me<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Dear and desireable with other men;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What good could I devise in seeking ruin?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Embark, I say; and he that sails with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Shall reap a harvest of immortal honour:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Wealthier he shall return than they that now<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Lounge in the lap of principalities,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Hoarding the gorgeous treasures of the east."—<br></span> +<span class="i2">Alas, alas! they turn their backs upon me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And rather choose to wallow in the mire<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of want, and torpid inactivity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than by one bold and masterly exertion<br></span> +<span class="i0">Themselves ennoble, and enrich their country!<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8457,94 +8491,94 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Thomas and Susan</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thomas</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wish I was over the water again!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">'Tis a pity we cannot agree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I try to be merry 'tis labour in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">You always are scolding at me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then what shall I do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With this termagant Sue;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Tho' I hug her and squeeze her<br /></span> -<span class="i1">I never can please her—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was there ever a devil like you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Susan</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If I was a maid as I now am a wife<br /></span> -<span class="i1">With a sot and a brat to maintain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think it should be the first care of my life,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To shun such a drunkard again:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not one of the crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is so hated by Sue;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Though they always are bawling,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And pulling and hauling—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not one is a puppy like you.<a name="FNanchor_53_67" id="FNanchor_53_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_67" class="fnanchor">[54]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thomas</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear Susan, I'm sorry that you should complain:<br /></span> -<span class="i1">There is nothing indeed to be done;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If a war should break out, not a sailor in Spain<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Would sooner be found at his gun:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arriving from sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would kneel on one knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And the plunder presenting<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To Susan relenting—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who then would be honour'd like me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Susan</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To-day as I came by the sign of the ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A mighty fine captain was there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was asking for sailors to take a small trip,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But I cannot remember well where:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was hearty and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if you can agree<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To leave me, dear honey,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To bring me some money!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How happy—indeed—I shall be!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thomas</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The man that you saw not a sailor can get,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">'Tis a captain Columbus, they say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fit out a ship he is running in debt,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And our wages he never will pay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, yes, it is he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, Sue, do ye see,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">On a wild undertaking<br /></span> -<span class="i1">His heart he is breaking—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The devil may take him for me!<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> +<span class="i10"><i>Thomas</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I was over the water again!<br></span> +<span class="i1">'Tis a pity we cannot agree;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When I try to be merry 'tis labour in vain,<br></span> +<span class="i1">You always are scolding at me;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then what shall I do<br></span> +<span class="i0">With this termagant Sue;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Tho' I hug her and squeeze her<br></span> +<span class="i1">I never can please her—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was there ever a devil like you!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Susan</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If I was a maid as I now am a wife<br></span> +<span class="i1">With a sot and a brat to maintain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I think it should be the first care of my life,<br></span> +<span class="i1">To shun such a drunkard again:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not one of the crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is so hated by Sue;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Though they always are bawling,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And pulling and hauling—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not one is a puppy like you.<a id="FNanchor_53_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_67" class="fnanchor">[54]</a><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thomas</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear Susan, I'm sorry that you should complain:<br></span> +<span class="i1">There is nothing indeed to be done;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If a war should break out, not a sailor in Spain<br></span> +<span class="i1">Would sooner be found at his gun:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Arriving from sea<br></span> +<span class="i0">I would kneel on one knee,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And the plunder presenting<br></span> +<span class="i1">To Susan relenting—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who then would be honour'd like me!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Susan</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To-day as I came by the sign of the ship,<br></span> +<span class="i1">A mighty fine captain was there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He was asking for sailors to take a small trip,<br></span> +<span class="i1">But I cannot remember well where:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He was hearty and free,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And if you can agree<br></span> +<span class="i1">To leave me, dear honey,<br></span> +<span class="i1">To bring me some money!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">How happy—indeed—I shall be!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thomas</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The man that you saw not a sailor can get,<br></span> +<span class="i1">'Tis a captain Columbus, they say;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To fit out a ship he is running in debt,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And our wages he never will pay:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, yes, it is he,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, Sue, do ye see,<br></span> +<span class="i1">On a wild undertaking<br></span> +<span class="i1">His heart he is breaking—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The devil may take him for me!<br></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> <h4><span class="smcap">Picture X.</span></h4> <p class="center">Bernardo, a Spanish Friar, in his canonicals</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Did not our holy book most clearly say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This earth is built upon a pillar'd base;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And did not Reason add convincing proofs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That this huge world is one continued plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extending onward to immensity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bounding with oceans these abodes of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should suppose this dreamer had some hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some prospects built on probability.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What says our lord the pope—he cannot err—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He says, our world is not orbicular,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And has rewarded some with chains and death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who dar'd defend such wicked heresies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we are turning heretics indeed!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A foreigner, an idiot, an impostor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An infidel (since he dares contradict<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What our most holy order holds for truth)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is pouring poison in the royal ear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Telling him tales of islands in the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leading the nation into dangerous errors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slighting instruction from our brotherhood!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Jesu! Jesu! what an age is this!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did not our holy book most clearly say<br></span> +<span class="i0">This earth is built upon a pillar'd base;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And did not Reason add convincing proofs<br></span> +<span class="i0">That this huge world is one continued plain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Extending onward to immensity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bounding with oceans these abodes of men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I should suppose this dreamer had some hopes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some prospects built on probability.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What says our lord the pope—he cannot err—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He says, our world is not orbicular,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And has rewarded some with chains and death<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who dar'd defend such wicked heresies.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But we are turning heretics indeed!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">A foreigner, an idiot, an impostor,<br></span> +<span class="i0">An infidel (since he dares contradict<br></span> +<span class="i0">What our most holy order holds for truth)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is pouring poison in the royal ear;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Telling him tales of islands in the moon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leading the nation into dangerous errors,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Slighting instruction from our brotherhood!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O Jesu! Jesu! what an age is this!<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8553,38 +8587,38 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Orosio, a Mathematician, with his scales and compasses</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">This persevering man succeeds at last!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last gazette has publish'd to the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Ferdinand and Isabella grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three well rigg'd ships to Christopher Columbus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And have bestow'd the noble titles too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Admiral and Vice-Roy—great indeed!—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span><span class="i0">Who will not now project, and scrawl on paper—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pretenders now shall be advanc'd to honour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every pedant that can frame a problem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every lad that can draw parallels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or measure the subtension of an angle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall now have ships to make discoveries.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This simple man would sail he knows not where;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Building on fables, schemes of certainty;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Visions of Plato, mix'd with idle tales<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of later date, intoxicate his brain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him advance beyond a certain point<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his fantastic voyage, and I foretell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He never can return: ay, let him go!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a line towards the setting sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drawn on an ocean of tremendous depth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Where nature plac'd the limits of the day)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haunted by dragons, fond of solitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit company for mad adventurers.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, when the sun descends, 'tis horror all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His angry globe through vast abysses gliding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Burns in the briny bosom of the deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making a havoc so detestable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And causing such a wasteful ebullition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That never island green, or continent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could find foundation, there to grow upon.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This persevering man succeeds at last!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The last gazette has publish'd to the world<br></span> +<span class="i0">That Ferdinand and Isabella grant<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three well rigg'd ships to Christopher Columbus;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And have bestow'd the noble titles too<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Admiral and Vice-Roy—great indeed!—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span><span class="i0">Who will not now project, and scrawl on paper—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pretenders now shall be advanc'd to honour;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every pedant that can frame a problem,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every lad that can draw parallels<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or measure the subtension of an angle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall now have ships to make discoveries.<br></span> +<span class="i2">This simple man would sail he knows not where;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Building on fables, schemes of certainty;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Visions of Plato, mix'd with idle tales<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of later date, intoxicate his brain:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let him advance beyond a certain point<br></span> +<span class="i0">In his fantastic voyage, and I foretell<br></span> +<span class="i0">He never can return: ay, let him go!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There is a line towards the setting sun<br></span> +<span class="i0">Drawn on an ocean of tremendous depth,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Where nature plac'd the limits of the day)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Haunted by dragons, fond of solitude,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fit company for mad adventurers.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There, when the sun descends, 'tis horror all;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His angry globe through vast abysses gliding<br></span> +<span class="i0">Burns in the briny bosom of the deep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Making a havoc so detestable,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And causing such a wasteful ebullition<br></span> +<span class="i0">That never island green, or continent<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could find foundation, there to grow upon.<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8593,52 +8627,52 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Columbus and a Pilot</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To take on board the sweepings of a jail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is inexpedient in a voyage like mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That will require most patient fortitude,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><span class="i0">Strict vigilance and staid sobriety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Contempt of death on cool reflection founded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sense of honour, motives of ambition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every sentiment that sways the brave.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Princes should join me now!—not those I mean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who lurk in courts, or revel in the shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of painted ceilings:—those I mean, more worthy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose daring aims and persevering souls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soaring beyond the sordid views of fortune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bespeak the lineage of true royalty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Pilot</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A fleet arrived last month at Carthagene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Smyrna, Cyprus, and the neighbouring isles:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their crews, releas'd from long fatigues at sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have spent their earnings in festivity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hunger tells them they must out again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet nothing instantly presents itself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except your new and noble expedition:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fleet must undergo immense repairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And numbers will be unemploy'd awhile:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll take them in the hour of dissipation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Before reflection has made cowards of them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suggesting questions of impertinence)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When desperate plans are most acceptable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impossibilities are possible,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the spring and vigour of the mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is strain'd to madness and audacity:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you approve my scheme, our ninety men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The number you pronounce to be sufficient)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall all be enter'd in a week, at most.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Go, pilot, go—and every motive urge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That may put life into this expedition.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Early in August we must weigh our anchors.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time wears apace—-bring none but willing men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So shall our orders be the better borne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people less inclin'd to mutiny.<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To take on board the sweepings of a jail<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is inexpedient in a voyage like mine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That will require most patient fortitude,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><span class="i0">Strict vigilance and staid sobriety,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Contempt of death on cool reflection founded,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A sense of honour, motives of ambition,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every sentiment that sways the brave.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Princes should join me now!—not those I mean<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who lurk in courts, or revel in the shade<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of painted ceilings:—those I mean, more worthy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose daring aims and persevering souls,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Soaring beyond the sordid views of fortune,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bespeak the lineage of true royalty.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Pilot</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A fleet arrived last month at Carthagene<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Smyrna, Cyprus, and the neighbouring isles:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their crews, releas'd from long fatigues at sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Have spent their earnings in festivity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hunger tells them they must out again.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet nothing instantly presents itself<br></span> +<span class="i0">Except your new and noble expedition:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fleet must undergo immense repairs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And numbers will be unemploy'd awhile:<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll take them in the hour of dissipation<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Before reflection has made cowards of them,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Suggesting questions of impertinence)<br></span> +<span class="i0">When desperate plans are most acceptable,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Impossibilities are possible,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all the spring and vigour of the mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is strain'd to madness and audacity:<br></span> +<span class="i0">If you approve my scheme, our ninety men<br></span> +<span class="i0">(The number you pronounce to be sufficient)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall all be enter'd in a week, at most.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Go, pilot, go—and every motive urge<br></span> +<span class="i0">That may put life into this expedition.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Early in August we must weigh our anchors.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Time wears apace—-bring none but willing men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So shall our orders be the better borne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The people less inclin'd to mutiny.<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8647,60 +8681,60 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Discontents at Sea</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dreadful is death in his most gentle forms!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More horrid still on this mad element,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So far remote from land—from friends remote!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So many thousand leagues already sail'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In quest of visions!—what remains to us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But perishing in these moist solitudes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where many a day our corpses on the sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall float unwept, unpitied, unentomb'd!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O fate most terrible!—undone Antonio!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why didst thou listen to a madman's dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pregnant with mischief—why not, comrades, rise!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, Nature's self prepares to leave us here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The needle, once so faithful to the pole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now quits his object and bewilders us;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steering at random, just as chance directs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O fate most terrible!—undone Antonio!—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Borne to creation's utmost verge, I saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New stars ascending, never view'd before!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Low sinks the bear!—O land, my native land,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span><span class="i0">Clear springs and shady groves! why did I change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your aspect fair for these infernal wastes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peopled by monsters of another kind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah me! design'd not for the view of man!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cease, dastards, cease; and be inform'd that man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is nature's lord, and wields her to his will;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If her most noble works obey our aims,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much more so ought worthless scum, like you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose whole existence is a morning dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose life is sunshine on a wintry day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who shake at shadows, struck with palsied fear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Measuring the limit of your lives by distance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Columbus, hear! when with the land we parted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You thirty days agreed to plough the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Directing westward.—Thirty have elaps'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thirty more have now begun their round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No land appearing yet, nor trace of land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But distant fogs that mimic lofty isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painting gay landscapes on the vapourish air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inhabited by fiends that mean our ruin—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You persevere, and have no mercy on us—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then perish by yourself—we must return—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And know, our firm resolve is fix'd for Spain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this resolve we are unanimous.<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dreadful is death in his most gentle forms!<br></span> +<span class="i0">More horrid still on this mad element,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So far remote from land—from friends remote!<br></span> +<span class="i0">So many thousand leagues already sail'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">In quest of visions!—what remains to us<br></span> +<span class="i0">But perishing in these moist solitudes;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where many a day our corpses on the sea<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall float unwept, unpitied, unentomb'd!<br></span> +<span class="i0">O fate most terrible!—undone Antonio!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why didst thou listen to a madman's dreams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pregnant with mischief—why not, comrades, rise!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">See, Nature's self prepares to leave us here;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The needle, once so faithful to the pole,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now quits his object and bewilders us;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Steering at random, just as chance directs—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O fate most terrible!—undone Antonio!—<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Borne to creation's utmost verge, I saw<br></span> +<span class="i0">New stars ascending, never view'd before!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Low sinks the bear!—O land, my native land,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span><span class="i0">Clear springs and shady groves! why did I change<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your aspect fair for these infernal wastes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Peopled by monsters of another kind;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ah me! design'd not for the view of man!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cease, dastards, cease; and be inform'd that man<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is nature's lord, and wields her to his will;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If her most noble works obey our aims,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How much more so ought worthless scum, like you,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose whole existence is a morning dream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose life is sunshine on a wintry day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who shake at shadows, struck with palsied fear:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Measuring the limit of your lives by distance.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Columbus, hear! when with the land we parted<br></span> +<span class="i0">You thirty days agreed to plough the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Directing westward.—Thirty have elaps'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And thirty more have now begun their round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No land appearing yet, nor trace of land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But distant fogs that mimic lofty isles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Painting gay landscapes on the vapourish air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Inhabited by fiends that mean our ruin—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You persevere, and have no mercy on us—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then perish by yourself—we must return—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And know, our firm resolve is fix'd for Spain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In this resolve we are unanimous.<br></span> </div></div> <p class="center">Juan de Villa-Real to Columbus</p> @@ -8708,92 +8742,92 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">(A Billet)</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"I heard them over night a plot contriving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of fatal purpose—have a care, Columbus!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"They have resolv'd, as on the deck you stand,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><span class="i0">"Aiding the vigils of the midnight hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To plunge you headlong in the roaring deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And slaughter such as favour your design<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Still to pursue this western continent."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus, solus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why, nature, hast thou treated those so ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose souls, capacious of immense designs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave ease and quiet for a nation's glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus to subject them to these little things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insects, by heaven's decree in shapes of men!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But so it is, and so we must submit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bending to thee, the heaven's great chancellor!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But must I fail!—and by timidity!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must thou to thy green waves receive me, Neptune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or must I basely with my ships return,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing accomplish'd!—not one pearl discover'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One bit of gold to make our queen a bracelet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One diamond for the crown of Ferdinand!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How will their triumph be confirm'd, who said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I was mad!—Must I then change my course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quit the country that would strait appear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If one week longer we pursued the sun!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The witch's glass was not delusion, sure!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this, and more, she told me to expect!—<a name="FNanchor_54_68" id="FNanchor_54_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_68" class="fnanchor">[55]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i20">(<i>To the crew</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Assemble, friends; attend to what I say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Signs unequivocal, at length, declare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That some great continent approaches us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The sea no longer glooms unmeasur'd depths,<a name="FNanchor_55_69" id="FNanchor_55_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_69" class="fnanchor">[56]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><span class="i0">"The setting sun discovers clouds that owe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Their origin to fens and woodland wastes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Not such as breed on ocean's salt domain:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Vast flocks of birds attend us on our way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"These all have haunts amidst the watry void.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sweet scenes of ease, and sylvan solitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And springs, and streams that we shall share with them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Now, hear my most importunate request:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I call you all my friends; you are my equals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Men of true worth and native dignity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Whose spirits are too mighty to return<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Most meanly home, when nothing is accomplish'd—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Consent to sail our wonted course with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But one week longer, and if that be spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And nought appear to recompence our toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Then change our course and homeward haste away—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nay, homeward not!—for that would be too base—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But to some negro coast,<a name="FNanchor_56_70" id="FNanchor_56_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_70" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> where we may hide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And never think of Ferdinand again."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One week!—too much—it shall not be, Columbus!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already are we on the verge of ruin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warm'd by the sunshine of another sphere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fann'd by the breezes of the burning zone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Launch'd out upon the world's extremities!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows where one week more may carry us?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nay, talk not to the traitor!—base Columbus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thee our ruin and our deaths we owe!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><span class="i0">Away, away!—friends!—men at liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now free to act as best befits our case,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appoint another pilot to the helm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Andalusia be our port again!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Friends, is it thus you treat your admiral,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who bears the honours of great Ferdinand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The royal standard, and the arms of Spain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three days allow me—and I'll show new worlds.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three days!—one day will pass too tediously—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in the name of all our crew, Columbus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose speaker and controuler I am own'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since thou indeed art a most gallant man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three days we grant—but ask us not again!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I heard them over night a plot contriving<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of fatal purpose—have a care, Columbus!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"They have resolv'd, as on the deck you stand,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><span class="i0">"Aiding the vigils of the midnight hour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To plunge you headlong in the roaring deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And slaughter such as favour your design<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Still to pursue this western continent."<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus, solus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why, nature, hast thou treated those so ill,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose souls, capacious of immense designs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Leave ease and quiet for a nation's glory,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to subject them to these little things,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Insects, by heaven's decree in shapes of men!<br></span> +<span class="i0">But so it is, and so we must submit,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bending to thee, the heaven's great chancellor!<br></span> +<span class="i0">But must I fail!—and by timidity!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must thou to thy green waves receive me, Neptune,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or must I basely with my ships return,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing accomplish'd!—not one pearl discover'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One bit of gold to make our queen a bracelet,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One diamond for the crown of Ferdinand!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How will their triumph be confirm'd, who said<br></span> +<span class="i0">That I was mad!—Must I then change my course,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And quit the country that would strait appear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If one week longer we pursued the sun!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The witch's glass was not delusion, sure!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All this, and more, she told me to expect!—<a id="FNanchor_54_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_68" class="fnanchor">[55]</a><br></span> +<span class="i20">(<i>To the crew</i>)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Assemble, friends; attend to what I say:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Signs unequivocal, at length, declare<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That some great continent approaches us:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The sea no longer glooms unmeasur'd depths,<a id="FNanchor_55_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_69" class="fnanchor">[56]</a><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><span class="i0">"The setting sun discovers clouds that owe<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Their origin to fens and woodland wastes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Not such as breed on ocean's salt domain:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Vast flocks of birds attend us on our way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"These all have haunts amidst the watry void.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweet scenes of ease, and sylvan solitude,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And springs, and streams that we shall share with them.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Now, hear my most importunate request:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I call you all my friends; you are my equals,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Men of true worth and native dignity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Whose spirits are too mighty to return<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Most meanly home, when nothing is accomplish'd—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Consent to sail our wonted course with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But one week longer, and if that be spent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And nought appear to recompence our toil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Then change our course and homeward haste away—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nay, homeward not!—for that would be too base—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But to some negro coast,<a id="FNanchor_56_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_70" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> where we may hide,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And never think of Ferdinand again."<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One week!—too much—it shall not be, Columbus!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Already are we on the verge of ruin,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Warm'd by the sunshine of another sphere,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fann'd by the breezes of the burning zone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Launch'd out upon the world's extremities!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who knows where one week more may carry us?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nay, talk not to the traitor!—base Columbus,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To thee our ruin and our deaths we owe!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><span class="i0">Away, away!—friends!—men at liberty,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now free to act as best befits our case,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Appoint another pilot to the helm,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Andalusia be our port again!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Friends, is it thus you treat your admiral,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who bears the honours of great Ferdinand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The royal standard, and the arms of Spain!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three days allow me—and I'll show new worlds.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Three days!—one day will pass too tediously—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But in the name of all our crew, Columbus,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose speaker and controuler I am own'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since thou indeed art a most gallant man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three days we grant—but ask us not again!<br></span> </div></div> @@ -8802,104 +8836,104 @@ and one of the must superstitious bigots of his age.—<i>Freneau's note.</i <p class="center">Columbus at Cat Island</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus, solus</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus, solus</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hail, beauteous land! the first that greets mine eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since, bold, we left the cloud capp'd Teneriffe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world's last limit long suppos'd by men.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tir'd with dull prospects of the watry waste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And midnight dangers that around us grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faint hearts and feeble hands and traitors vile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee, Holy Saviour, on this foreign land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We still adore, and name this coast from thee!<a name="FNanchor_O_71" id="FNanchor_O_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_O_71" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these green groves who would not wish to stay,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><span class="i0">Where guardian nature holds her quiet reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where beardless men speak other languages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown to us, ourselves unknown to them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hail, beauteous land! the first that greets mine eye<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since, bold, we left the cloud capp'd Teneriffe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The world's last limit long suppos'd by men.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tir'd with dull prospects of the watry waste<br></span> +<span class="i0">And midnight dangers that around us grew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Faint hearts and feeble hands and traitors vile,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thee, Holy Saviour, on this foreign land<br></span> +<span class="i0">We still adore, and name this coast from thee!<a id="FNanchor_O_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_O_71" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">In these green groves who would not wish to stay,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><span class="i0">Where guardian nature holds her quiet reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where beardless men speak other languages,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unknown to us, ourselves unknown to them.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_O_71" id="Footnote_O_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_O_71"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> He called the island San Salvador (Holy Saviour). It lies about ninety +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_O_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_O_71"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> He called the island San Salvador (Holy Saviour). It lies about ninety miles S.E. from Providence; is one of the Bahama cluster, and to the eastward of the Grand Bank.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In tracing o'er the isle no gold I find—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought else but barren trees and craggy rocks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where screaming sea-fowl mix their odious loves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fields of burning marle, where devils play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And men with copper skins talk barbarously;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What merit has our chief in sailing hither,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discovering countries of no real worth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spain has enough of barren sands, no doubt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And savages in crowds are found at home;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why then surmount the world's circumference<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merely to stock us with this Indian breed?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Soft!—or Columbus will detect your murmuring—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This new found isle has re-instated him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all our favours—see you yonder sands?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, if you see them, swear that they are gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gold like this shall be our homeward freight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gladding the heart of Ferdinand the great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, when he sees it, shall say smilingly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Well done, advent'rous fellows, you have brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The treasure we expected and deserv'd!"—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold!—I am wrong—there goes a savage man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gold suspended from his ragged ears:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll brain the monster for the sake of gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, savage, try the power of Spanish steel—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis of Toledo<a name="FNanchor_P_72" id="FNanchor_P_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_P_72" class="fnanchor">[B]</a>—true and trusty stuff!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><span class="i0">He falls! he falls! the gold, the gold is mine!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First acquisition in this golden isle!—<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_P_72" id="Footnote_P_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_P_72"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> The best steel-blades in Spain are manufactured at Toledo and Bilboa.—<i>Freneau's +<span class="i10"><i>Antonio</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In tracing o'er the isle no gold I find—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nought else but barren trees and craggy rocks<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where screaming sea-fowl mix their odious loves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fields of burning marle, where devils play<br></span> +<span class="i0">And men with copper skins talk barbarously;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What merit has our chief in sailing hither,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Discovering countries of no real worth!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spain has enough of barren sands, no doubt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And savages in crowds are found at home;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why then surmount the world's circumference<br></span> +<span class="i0">Merely to stock us with this Indian breed?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Hernando</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soft!—or Columbus will detect your murmuring—<br></span> +<span class="i0">This new found isle has re-instated him<br></span> +<span class="i0">In all our favours—see you yonder sands?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why, if you see them, swear that they are gold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gold like this shall be our homeward freight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gladding the heart of Ferdinand the great,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, when he sees it, shall say smilingly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Well done, advent'rous fellows, you have brought<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The treasure we expected and deserv'd!"—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hold!—I am wrong—there goes a savage man<br></span> +<span class="i0">With gold suspended from his ragged ears:<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll brain the monster for the sake of gold;<br></span> +<span class="i0">There, savage, try the power of Spanish steel—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis of Toledo<a id="FNanchor_P_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_P_72" class="fnanchor">[B]</a>—true and trusty stuff!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><span class="i0">He falls! he falls! the gold, the gold is mine!<br></span> +<span class="i0">First acquisition in this golden isle!—<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_P_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_P_72"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> The best steel-blades in Spain are manufactured at Toledo and Bilboa.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus, solus</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet sylvan scenes of innocence and ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How calm and joyous pass the seasons here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No splendid towns or spiry turrets rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No lordly palaces—no tyrant kings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enact hard laws to crush fair freedom here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No gloomy jails to shut up wretched men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All, all are free!—here God and nature reign;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their works unsullied by the hands of men.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ha! what is this—a murder'd wretch I see,<a name="FNanchor_57_73" id="FNanchor_57_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_73" class="fnanchor">[58]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His blood yet warm—O hapless islander,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who could have thus so basely mangled thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who never offer'd insult to our shore—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was it for those poor trinkets in your ears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which by the custom of your tribe you wore,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now seiz'd away—and which would not have weigh'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One poor piastre!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is this the fruit of my discovery!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the first scene is murder, what shall follow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But havock, slaughter, chains and devastation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every dress and form of cruelty!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O injur'd Nature, whelm me in the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let not Europe hope for my return,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or guess at worlds upon whose threshold now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So black a deed has just been perpetrated!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must away—enjoy your woods in peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor, wretched, injur'd, harmless islanders;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Hayti's<a name="FNanchor_Q_74" id="FNanchor_Q_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_Q_74" class="fnanchor">[C]</a> isle you say vast stores are found<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span><span class="i0">Of this destructive gold—which without murder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps, we may possess!—away, away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And southward, pilots, seek another isle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fertile they say, and of immense extent:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There we may fortune find without a crime.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_Q_74" id="Footnote_Q_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Q_74"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> This island is now called Hispaniola, but is of late recovering its ancient +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus, solus</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet sylvan scenes of innocence and ease,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How calm and joyous pass the seasons here!<br></span> +<span class="i0">No splendid towns or spiry turrets rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No lordly palaces—no tyrant kings<br></span> +<span class="i0">Enact hard laws to crush fair freedom here;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No gloomy jails to shut up wretched men;<br></span> +<span class="i0">All, all are free!—here God and nature reign;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their works unsullied by the hands of men.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ha! what is this—a murder'd wretch I see,<a id="FNanchor_57_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_73" class="fnanchor">[58]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">His blood yet warm—O hapless islander,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who could have thus so basely mangled thee,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who never offer'd insult to our shore—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was it for those poor trinkets in your ears<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which by the custom of your tribe you wore,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now seiz'd away—and which would not have weigh'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">One poor piastre!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is this the fruit of my discovery!<br></span> +<span class="i0">If the first scene is murder, what shall follow<br></span> +<span class="i0">But havock, slaughter, chains and devastation<br></span> +<span class="i0">In every dress and form of cruelty!<br></span> +<span class="i0">O injur'd Nature, whelm me in the deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And let not Europe hope for my return,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or guess at worlds upon whose threshold now<br></span> +<span class="i0">So black a deed has just been perpetrated!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">We must away—enjoy your woods in peace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Poor, wretched, injur'd, harmless islanders;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">On Hayti's<a id="FNanchor_Q_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_Q_74" class="fnanchor">[C]</a> isle you say vast stores are found<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span><span class="i0">Of this destructive gold—which without murder<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps, we may possess!—away, away!<br></span> +<span class="i0">And southward, pilots, seek another isle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fertile they say, and of immense extent:<br></span> +<span class="i0">There we may fortune find without a crime.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_Q_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Q_74"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> This island is now called Hispaniola, but is of late recovering its ancient name.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <h4><span class="smcap">Picture XV.</span></h4> @@ -8907,42 +8941,42 @@ name.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <p class="center">Columbus in a Tempest, on his return to Spain</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The storm hangs low; the angry lightning glares<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And menaces destruction to our masts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Corposant<a name="FNanchor_R_75" id="FNanchor_R_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_R_75" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> is busy on the decks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul, perhaps, of some lost admiral<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taking his walks about most leisurely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foreboding we shall be with him to-night:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, now he mounts the shrouds—as he ascends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gale grows bolder!—all is violence!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seas, mounting from the bottom of their depths,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hang o'er our heads with all their horrid curls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Threatening perdition to our feeble barques,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which three hours longer cannot bear their fury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such heavy strokes already shatter them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can endure such dreadful company!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, must we die with our discovery!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must all my labours, all my pains, be lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my new world in old oblivion sleep?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My name forgot, or if it be remember'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only to have it said, "He was a madman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who perish'd as he ought—deservedly—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In seeking what was never to be found!"—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let's obviate what we can this horrid sentence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, lost ourselves, perhaps, preserve our name.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis easy to contrive this painted casket,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Caulk'd, pitch'd, secur'd with canvas round and round)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it may float for months upon the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bearing the freight within secure and dry:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this will I an abstract of our voyage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And islands found, in little space enclose:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The western winds in time may bear it home<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Europe's coasts: or some wide wandering ship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By accident may meet it toss'd about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Charg'd with the story of another world.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_R_75" id="Footnote_R_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_R_75"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> A vapour common at sea in bad weather, something larger and rather +<span class="i0">The storm hangs low; the angry lightning glares<br></span> +<span class="i0">And menaces destruction to our masts;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Corposant<a id="FNanchor_R_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_R_75" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> is busy on the decks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The soul, perhaps, of some lost admiral<br></span> +<span class="i0">Taking his walks about most leisurely,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Foreboding we shall be with him to-night:<br></span> +<span class="i0">See, now he mounts the shrouds—as he ascends<br></span> +<span class="i0">The gale grows bolder!—all is violence!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Seas, mounting from the bottom of their depths,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hang o'er our heads with all their horrid curls<br></span> +<span class="i0">Threatening perdition to our feeble barques,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which three hours longer cannot bear their fury,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such heavy strokes already shatter them;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who can endure such dreadful company!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then, must we die with our discovery!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must all my labours, all my pains, be lost,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And my new world in old oblivion sleep?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">My name forgot, or if it be remember'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Only to have it said, "He was a madman<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Who perish'd as he ought—deservedly—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In seeking what was never to be found!"—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Let's obviate what we can this horrid sentence,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, lost ourselves, perhaps, preserve our name.<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis easy to contrive this painted casket,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Caulk'd, pitch'd, secur'd with canvas round and round)<br></span> +<span class="i0">That it may float for months upon the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bearing the freight within secure and dry:<br></span> +<span class="i0">In this will I an abstract of our voyage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And islands found, in little space enclose:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The western winds in time may bear it home<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Europe's coasts: or some wide wandering ship<br></span> +<span class="i0">By accident may meet it toss'd about,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Charg'd with the story of another world.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_R_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_R_75"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> A vapour common at sea in bad weather, something larger and rather paler than the light of a candle; which, seeming to rise out of the sea, first moves about the decks, and then ascends or descends the rigging in proportion to the increase or decrease of the storm. Superstition formerly imagined them @@ -8954,659 +8988,659 @@ to be the souls of drowned men.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <p class="center">Columbus visits the Court at Barcelona</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let him be honour'd like a God, who brings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tidings of islands at the ocean's end!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In royal robes let him be straight attir'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seated next ourselves, the noblest peer.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let him be honour'd like a God, who brings<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tidings of islands at the ocean's end!<br></span> +<span class="i0">In royal robes let him be straight attir'd.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And seated next ourselves, the noblest peer.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Isabella</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Isabella</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The merit of this gallant deed is mine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had not my jewels furnish'd out the fleet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still had this world been latent in the main.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since on this project every man look'd cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A woman, as his patroness, shall shine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the world the story shall be told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A woman gave new continents to Spain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The merit of this gallant deed is mine:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had not my jewels furnish'd out the fleet<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still had this world been latent in the main.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since on this project every man look'd cold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A woman, as his patroness, shall shine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And through the world the story shall be told,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A woman gave new continents to Spain.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Columbus</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A world, great prince, bright queen and royal lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discover'd now, has well repaid our toils;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">We to your bounty owe all that we are;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men of renown and to be fam'd in story.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Islands of vast extent we have discover'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gold abounding: see a sample here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those most precious metals we admire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Indian men, natives of other climes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom we have brought to do you princely homage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Owning they hold their diadems from you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A world, great prince, bright queen and royal lady,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Discover'd now, has well repaid our toils;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">We to your bounty owe all that we are;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Men of renown and to be fam'd in story.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Islands of vast extent we have discover'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">With gold abounding: see a sample here<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of those most precious metals we admire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Indian men, natives of other climes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom we have brought to do you princely homage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Owning they hold their diadems from you.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Ferdinand</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To fifteen sail your charge shall be augmented:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hasten to Palos, and prepare again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sail in quest of this fine golden country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Ophir, never known to Solomon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shall be held the brightest gem we have,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The richest diamond in the crown of Spain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fifteen sail your charge shall be augmented:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hasten to Palos, and prepare again<br></span> +<span class="i0">To sail in quest of this fine golden country,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Ophir, never known to Solomon;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which shall be held the brightest gem we have,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The richest diamond in the crown of Spain.<br></span> </div></div> <h4><span class="smcap">Picture XVII.</span></h4> -<p class="center">Columbus in Chains<a name="FNanchor_S_76" id="FNanchor_S_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_S_76" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p> +<p class="center">Columbus in Chains<a id="FNanchor_S_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_S_76" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_S_76" id="Footnote_S_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_S_76"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> During his third voyage, while in San Domingo, such unjust representations +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_S_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_S_76"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> During his third voyage, while in San Domingo, such unjust representations were made of his conduct to the Court of Spain, that a new admiral, Bovadilla, was appointed to supersede him, who sent Columbus home in irons.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are these the honours they reserve for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chains for the man that gave new worlds to Spain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rest here, my swelling heart!—O kings, O queens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patrons of monsters, and their progeny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Authors of wrong, and slaves to fortune merely!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why was I seated by my prince's side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honour'd, caress'd like some first peer of Spain?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was it that I might fall most suddenly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From honour's summit to the sink of scandal!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis done, 'tis done!—what madness is ambition!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is there in that little breath of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which they call Fame, that should induce the brave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To forfeit ease and that domestic bliss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is the lot of happy ignorance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less glorious aims, and dull humility?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whoe'er thou art that shalt aspire to honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the strength and vigour of the mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vainly depending, court a monarch's favour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pointing the way to vast extended empire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First count your pay to be ingratitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then chains and prisons, and disgrace like mine!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each wretched pilot now shall spread his sails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And treading in my footsteps, hail new worlds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, but for me, had still been empty visions.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are these the honours they reserve for me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Chains for the man that gave new worlds to Spain!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rest here, my swelling heart!—O kings, O queens,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Patrons of monsters, and their progeny,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Authors of wrong, and slaves to fortune merely!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why was I seated by my prince's side,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Honour'd, caress'd like some first peer of Spain?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was it that I might fall most suddenly<br></span> +<span class="i0">From honour's summit to the sink of scandal!<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis done, 'tis done!—what madness is ambition!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">What is there in that little breath of men,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which they call Fame, that should induce the brave<br></span> +<span class="i0">To forfeit ease and that domestic bliss<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which is the lot of happy ignorance,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Less glorious aims, and dull humility?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whoe'er thou art that shalt aspire to honour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And on the strength and vigour of the mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vainly depending, court a monarch's favour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pointing the way to vast extended empire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">First count your pay to be ingratitude,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then chains and prisons, and disgrace like mine!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each wretched pilot now shall spread his sails,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And treading in my footsteps, hail new worlds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which, but for me, had still been empty visions.<br></span> </div></div> <h4><span class="smcap">Picture XVIII.</span></h4> -<p class="center">Columbus at Valladolid<a name="FNanchor_T_77" id="FNanchor_T_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_T_77" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p> +<p class="center">Columbus at Valladolid<a id="FNanchor_T_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_T_77" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></p> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_T_77" id="Footnote_T_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_T_77"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> After +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_T_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_T_77"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> After he found himself in disgrace with the Court of Spain, he retired to Vallodolid, a town of Old Castile, where he died, it is said, more of a broken heart than any other disease, on the 20th of May, 1506.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">1<br /></span> +<span class="i10">1<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How sweet is sleep, when gain'd by length of toil!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">No dreams disturb the slumbers of the dead—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To snatch existence from this scanty soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Were these the hopes deceitful fancy bred;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were her painted pageants nothing more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than this life's phantoms by delusion led?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How sweet is sleep, when gain'd by length of toil!<br></span> +<span class="i1">No dreams disturb the slumbers of the dead—<br></span> +<span class="i0">To snatch existence from this scanty soil,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Were these the hopes deceitful fancy bred;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And were her painted pageants nothing more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than this life's phantoms by delusion led?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">2<br /></span> +<span class="i10">2<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The winds blow high: one other world remains;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Once more without a guide I find the way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dark tomb to slumber with my chains—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Prais'd by no poet on my funeral day,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><span class="i0">Nor even allow'd one dearly purchas'd claim—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My new found world not honour'd with my name.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The winds blow high: one other world remains;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Once more without a guide I find the way;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the dark tomb to slumber with my chains—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Prais'd by no poet on my funeral day,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><span class="i0">Nor even allow'd one dearly purchas'd claim—<br></span> +<span class="i0">My new found world not honour'd with my name.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">3<br /></span> +<span class="i10">3<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet, in this joyless gloom while I repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Some comfort will attend my pensive shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When memory paints, and golden fancy shows<br /></span> -<span class="i1">My toils rewarded, and my woes repaid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When empires rise where lonely forests grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Freedom shall her generous plans pursue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, in this joyless gloom while I repose,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Some comfort will attend my pensive shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When memory paints, and golden fancy shows<br></span> +<span class="i1">My toils rewarded, and my woes repaid;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When empires rise where lonely forests grew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Freedom shall her generous plans pursue.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">4<br /></span> +<span class="i10">4<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To shadowy forms, and ghosts and sleepy things,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Columbus, now with dauntless heart repair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You liv'd to find new worlds for thankless kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Write this upon my tomb—yes—tell it there—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell of those chains that sullied all my glory—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not mine, but their's—ah, tell the shameful story.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shadowy forms, and ghosts and sleepy things,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Columbus, now with dauntless heart repair;<br></span> +<span class="i0">You liv'd to find new worlds for thankless kings,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Write this upon my tomb—yes—tell it there—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tell of those chains that sullied all my glory—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not mine, but their's—ah, tell the shameful story.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_55" id="Footnote_47_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_55"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> First published in the edition of 1788, the text of which I have reproduced. +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_47_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_55"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> First published in the edition of 1788, the text of which I have reproduced. Aside from several significant changes in Picture I., and the total omission of Pictures II. and III., the later editions contain but few variations. The edition of 1795 is signed "Anno 1774."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_57" id="Footnote_48_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_57"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> The four stanzas beginning "This world on paper idly drawn," are +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_48_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_57"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> The four stanzas beginning "This world on paper idly drawn," are omitted from later editions, and the stanza beginning "But westward plac'd" is made to read:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Far to the west what lengthen'd seas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Are no gay islands found in these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No sylvan worlds, by Nature meant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To balance Asia's vast extent?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Far to the west what lengthen'd seas!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Are no gay islands found in these,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No sylvan worlds, by Nature meant<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To balance Asia's vast extent?"<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_59" id="Footnote_49_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_59"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> In later editions the last three stanzas are omitted, and in their place is +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_49_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_59"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> In later editions the last three stanzas are omitted, and in their place is added the following, taken partly from the words of the Inchantress in the next picture:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"If Neptune on my prowess smiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I detect his hidden isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear some warning spirit say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'No monarch will your toils repay:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'For this the ungrateful shall combine,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'And hard misfortune must be thine;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'For this the base reward remains</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Of cold neglect and galling chains!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'In a poor solitude forgot,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Reproach and want shall be the lot</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Of him that gives new worlds to Spain</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'And westward spreads her golden reign.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>'On thy design what woes attend!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'The nations at the ocean's end</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'No longer destined to be free</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Shall owe distress and death to thee!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'The seats of innocence and love</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Shall soon the scenes of horror prove;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'But why disturb these Indian climes,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'The pictures of more happy times!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Has avarice, with unfeeling breast,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Has cruelty thy soul possess'd?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'May ruin on thy boldness wait!—</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'And sorrow crown thy toils too late!'</i>"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If Neptune on my prowess smiles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I detect his hidden isles,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I hear some warning spirit say:<br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'No monarch will your toils repay:</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'For this the ungrateful shall combine,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'And hard misfortune must be thine;</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'For this the base reward remains</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Of cold neglect and galling chains!</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'In a poor solitude forgot,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Reproach and want shall be the lot</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Of him that gives new worlds to Spain</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'And westward spreads her golden reign.</i><br></span> +<span class="i2"><i>'On thy design what woes attend!</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'The nations at the ocean's end</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'No longer destined to be free</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Shall owe distress and death to thee!</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'The seats of innocence and love</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Shall soon the scenes of horror prove;</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'But why disturb these Indian climes,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'The pictures of more happy times!</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Has avarice, with unfeeling breast,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'Has cruelty thy soul possess'd?</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'May ruin on thy boldness wait!—</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>'And sorrow crown thy toils too late!'</i>"<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_60" id="Footnote_50_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_60"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Pictures II. and III. are omitted from later editions.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_50_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_60"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Pictures II. and III. are omitted from later editions.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_64" id="Footnote_51_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_64"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> The six lines beginning here are omitted in the later versions.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_51_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_64"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> The six lines beginning here are omitted in the later versions.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_66" id="Footnote_52_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_66"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> This and the two preceding lines omitted in later versions.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_52_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_66"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> This and the two preceding lines omitted in later versions.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_67" id="Footnote_53_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_67"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> "Not one is so noisy as you."—<i>Ed. 1795.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_53_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_67"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> "Not one is so noisy as you."—<i>Ed. 1795.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_54_68" id="Footnote_54_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_68"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> This and preceding line omitted in later versions.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_54_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_68"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> This and preceding line omitted in later versions.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_55_69" id="Footnote_55_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_69"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> Two lines added in later editions: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_55_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_69"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> Two lines added in later editions: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Small motes I see, from ebbing rivers borne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Neptune's waves a greener aspect wear."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Small motes I see, from ebbing rivers borne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Neptune's waves a greener aspect wear."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_56_70" id="Footnote_56_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_70"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> "But to the depths below."—<i>Ed. 1795.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_56_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_70"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> "But to the depths below."—<i>Ed. 1795.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_57_73" id="Footnote_57_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_73"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> One line added in later versions: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_57_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_73"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> One line added in later versions: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A Spanish ponyard thro' his entrails driven."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A Spanish ponyard thro' his entrails driven."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_EXPEDITION_OF_TIMOTHY_TAURUS" id="THE_EXPEDITION_OF_TIMOTHY_TAURUS"></a>THE EXPEDITION OF TIMOTHY TAURUS,<br /> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_EXPEDITION_OF_TIMOTHY_TAURUS"></a>THE EXPEDITION OF TIMOTHY TAURUS,<br> ASTROLOGER</h3> -<h4><span class="smcap">To the Falls of Passaick River, in New Jersey</span><a name="FNanchor_58_78" id="FNanchor_58_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_78" class="fnanchor">[59]</a></h4> +<h4><span class="smcap">To the Falls of Passaick River, in New Jersey</span><a id="FNanchor_58_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_78" class="fnanchor">[59]</a></h4> -<p class="cblockquot">Written soon after an excursion to the village at that place in August,<br /> -1775, under the character of Timothy Taurus, a student<br /> +<p class="cblockquot">Written soon after an excursion to the village at that place in August,<br> +1775, under the character of Timothy Taurus, a student<br> in astrology; and formerly printed in New-York.</p> <h4><span class="smcap">Characters of the Poem</span></h4> <div class='center'> -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary=""> -<tr><td align='left'> -Timothy Taurus, Astrologer, in love with Tryphena.<br /> -Slyboots, a Quaker, and his two Daughters.<br /> -Dullman, a City Broker.<br /> -Deacon Samuel.<br /> -Brigadier-General Nimrod.<br /> -Lawyer Ludwick.<br /> -Parson Pedro.<br /> -Doctor Sangrado.<br /> -Saunders, a Horse Jockey.<br /> -Gubbin, a Tavern-keeper.<br /> -Scalpella Gubbin, his Wife.<br /> +<table style="border: none; padding: 1px; border-spacing: 1px;"> +<tr><td style="text-align: left;"> +Timothy Taurus, Astrologer, in love with Tryphena.<br> +Slyboots, a Quaker, and his two Daughters.<br> +Dullman, a City Broker.<br> +Deacon Samuel.<br> +Brigadier-General Nimrod.<br> +Lawyer Ludwick.<br> +Parson Pedro.<br> +Doctor Sangrado.<br> +Saunders, a Horse Jockey.<br> +Gubbin, a Tavern-keeper.<br> +Scalpella Gubbin, his Wife.<br> Mithollan, a Farmer. </td></tr> </table></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">My morning of life is beclouded with care!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will go to Passaick, I say and I swear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the falls of Passaick, that elegant scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all is so pretty, and all is so green—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That river Passaick!—celestial indeed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That river of rivers, no rivers exceed.—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now why, I would ask, should I puzzle my brain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nature of stars, or their use to explain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To trace the effects they may have on our earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How govern our actions, or rule at our birth?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five years have I been at these studies, and scanned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the books on the subject that sophists have planned!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am sorry to say (yet it ought to be said)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars have not sent me one rye loaf of bread!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a shilling to purchase a glass of good beer,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By my soul, it's enough to make ministers swear.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Tryphena may argue, and say what she will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am sure all my fortune is going down hill:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear girl! if you wait 'till the planets are for us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your name will scarce alter to Tryphena Taurus.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Tryphena! I love you—have courted you long—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But find all my labours will end in a song!—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Will you play at all-fours?"—she said, very jolly;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I answered, The play at all-fours is all folly!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Will you play, then, at whist?"—she obligingly said;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I answered, the game is gone out of my head—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed, I am weary—I feel rather sick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, I leave you, Tryphena, to win the odd trick.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">There's a music some talk of, that's play'd by the spheres:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish him all luck who this harmony hears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the people who hear it, I hope they may find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not a music that fills them with wind.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's Saturn, and Venus, and Jove, and the rest:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their music to me is not quite of the best.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">These orbs of the stars, and that globe of the moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me, I am certain, all play a wrong tune.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a creature that plods in, or ploughs up the dirt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But from the mean clod gets a better support:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then farewell to Mars, and the rest of the gang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the comets—I tell them they all may go hang;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I mean, if they only with music will treat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not to me the best cooked of all meat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They may go where they will, and return when they please,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I hope they'll remember to pay up my fees—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I leave them awhile, to be cheerful below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And away to Passaick most merrily go!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The month, it was August, and meltingly warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a cloud in the sky nor the sign of a storm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I jumped in the stage, with the freight of the fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in less than a day at Passaick we were.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Well, arrived at the Falls, I procured me a bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a box of a house—you might call it a shed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best of the taverns were all pre-engaged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I barely was lodged, or rather encaged;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, cage as it was, I enjoyed a regale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of victuals three times every day, without fail:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was poultry, and pyes, and a dozen things more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the damnable college had never in store:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feasted, and lived on such fat of the place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the college would not have remembered my face—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So long had I fed on their trash algebraic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed, it was time I went to Passaick!—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The rocks were amazing, and such was the height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They struck me at once with surprize and delight.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The waters rushed down with a terrible roar—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a pleasure it was to be lounging on shore!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They now were as clear as old Helicon's stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or as clear as the clearest in poetry's dream.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These falls were stupendous, the fountains so clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That another Narcissus might see himself here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor only Narcissus—some ill-featured faces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the springs were reflected—not made up of graces.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But now I must tell you—what people were met:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were, on my conscience, a wonderful sett;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some came for their health, and some came for their pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to steal from the city a fortnight of leisure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some came for a day, and yet more for a week,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some came from the college, tormented with Greek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To continue as long as their means would afford,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is, while the taverns would trust them their board:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Of this last mentioned class, I confess I was one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For why should I fib when the mischief is done?)<br /></span> -<span class="i1">This age may decay, and another may rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before it is fully revealed to our eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Latin, and Hebrew, Chaldaic, and Greek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the shades of oblivion must certainly sneak;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too much of our time is employed on such trash<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we ought to be taught to accumulate cash.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supposing I knew them as pat as my prayers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And to know them completely would cost me twelve years)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supposing, I say, I had Virgil by rote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And could talk with old Homer—'tis not worth a groat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If with Rabbi Bensalem I knew how to chat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where lies the advantage?—and what of all that?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were this cart load of learning the whole that I knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could sooner get forward by mending a shoe:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could sooner grow rich by the axe or the spade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or thrive by the meanest mechanical trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tinker himself would be richer than I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the tinker has something that people must buy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While such as have little but Latin to vend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a shadow may truly be said to depend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old words, and old phrases that nothing bestow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the owners discarded ten ages ago.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here were people on people—I hardly know who—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was Mammon the merchant, and Japhet the Jew:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was Slyboots the Quaker, whose coat had no flaps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With two of his Lambkins, as plain in their caps.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In silks of the richest I saw them array,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nothing was cut in our mode of the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They hung to old habits as firm as to rocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And are just what they were in the days of George Fox.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They talked in a style that was wholly their own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shunned the vain world, and were mostly alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One talked in the Nay, and one talked in the Yea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of light in their lanthorns that no one could see:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They hated the crowd, and they hated the play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hoped the vain actors would soon run away;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No follies like that would the preachers allow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Tabitha said thee, and Rebecca said thou.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><span class="i1">Here was Dullman, the broker, who looked as demure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if a false key had unlocked the shop door:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He seemed to enjoy not a moment of rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So unhappy to be—far away from his chest.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He was all on the fidgets to be with his gold:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both honour and conscience he bartered, or sold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The devil himself—excuse me, I pray—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Satan—oh no—take it some other way—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The God of this world had him fast by a chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there let us leave him—and let him remain.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here was Samuel, the Deacon, who read a large book,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though few but himself on its pages would look;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would you know what it was?—an abridgement of Flavell,<a name="FNanchor_U_79" id="FNanchor_U_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_U_79" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Bunyan's whole war between soul and the devil;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seemed very old, and the worse for the wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And might last the next century, handled with care;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if fashions and folly should not have a fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I presume it will hardly be handled at all.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here was Nimrod the soldier—he wore a long sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, of course, all the ladies his courage adored;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two fringed epaulettes on his shoulders displayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discovered the rank of this son of the blade.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"O la!" cried Miss Kitty, "how bold he must be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Papa! we must beg him to join us at tea!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How much like a hero he looketh—good me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full many a battle, no doubt, he has stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And waded shoe deep through a mill pond of mud!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What heads have been sliced from the place they possessed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the sword at his side!—all, I hope, for the best!"<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><span class="i1">Then the soldier went out, to refresh at the inn—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps he did not—if he did it's no sin—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He made his congee, and he bowed to us all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said he was going to Liberty Hall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis certain he went, but certainly where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot inform, and the devil may care.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But now to proceed, in describing in rhyme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The folks that came hither to pass away time:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were more that had heads rather shallow than strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more than had money to bear them out long.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In short, there were many more ladies than gents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the latter complained of the heavy expense!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some I could see, with their splendour and show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That their credit was bad, and their pockets were low;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many females were gadding, I saw with concern,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who had better been knitting, or weaving their yarn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many went into Passaick to lave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose hides were, indeed, a disgrace to the wave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who should have been home at their houses and farms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not here to be dabbling, to shew us their charms:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It would have been better to wash their own walls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than here—to come here, to be washed in the falls.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A judge of the court (in the law a mere goose)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here wasted his time with a lawyer let loose.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their books were thrown by—so I begged of the fates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the falls of Passaick might fall on their pates.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">This lawyer was Ludwick, who scarce had a suit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for once in his life was disposed to be mute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But was mostly engaged in some crazy dispute:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cause against Smyth<a name="FNanchor_V_80" id="FNanchor_V_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_V_80" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> he could never defend,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well might the Old One with Michael contend:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The road was before him, the country was spacious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he knew an old fellow called <i>fieri facias</i>:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw him demurr, when they asked him to pay—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a <i>noli-pros-equi</i> he scampered away.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though his head was profusely be-plaistered with meal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One sorrowful secret it could not conceal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he drew his first breath when a two penny star<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presided, and governed this son of the bar.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here was Pedro, the parson, who looked full as grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it he had lodged in Trophonius's cave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He talked of his wine, and he talked of his beer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he talked of his texts, that were not very clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many suspected he talked very queer.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He talked with Scalpella, the inn-holder's wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then dwelt on her beauties, and called her his life!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He ogled Scalpella!—and spake of her charms;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oh! how he wished to repose in her arms:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He called her his deary, and talked of their loves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left her at last—a pair of old gloves!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">I was sorry to see him deranged and perplext<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That no one would ask him to handle a text:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All gaped when he spoke, and incessantly gazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thought him no witch, but a parson be-crazed.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Fine work did he make of Millennium, I trow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he told us would come (tho' it comes very slow)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When earth with the pious and just will abound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Eden itself at Egg-Harbour be found:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No musketoes to bite us, no rats to molest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lawyers themselves rocked into something like rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But most of us judged it was rather a whim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, at least, that the prospect was distant and dim.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I saw him pack up his polemical gown,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><span class="i0">To retreat while he could from the noise of the town.<a name="FNanchor_W_81" id="FNanchor_W_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_W_81" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He said there was something in Falls he admired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of constantly hearing the roar—he was tired!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their damp exhalations his fancy was dimmed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would come the next spring with his surplice new trimmed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides there were fogs in the morning (he said)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That rose on the river and muddled his head!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus he quitted Passaick!—deserted her shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the taverns that knew him shall know him no more!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">One farmer Milhollan—I saw him come here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost at the busiest time in the year;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His intent might be good, but I never could learn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who coaxed him away from his crib and his barn:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each morning he tippled three glasses of gin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With as many, at least, as three devils therein.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He quarrelled with Jack, and he wrangled with Tom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till scarcely a negro but wished him at home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He talked over much of the badness of times,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And read us a list of the governor's<a name="FNanchor_X_82" id="FNanchor_X_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_X_82" class="fnanchor">[D]</a> crimes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From which it was clearly predicted, and plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That his honour would hardly be chosen again.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He fought with Tim Tearcoat, and cudgelled with Ben,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wrestled with Sampson—all quarrelsome men;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was sorry to see him thus wasting his force<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On fellows who kicked with the heels of a horse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' strong in my arms, and of strength to contest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the youths of my age in the wars of the fist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought it was better to let them pursue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The quarrels they had, than to be one of their crew;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw it was madness to join in the fray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I left them to wrangle—each dog his own way.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He spoke thrice an hour of his crop that had failed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And losses, he feared, that would get him enjailed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He mentioned his poultry, and mentioned his pigs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And railed at some Tories, converted to Whigs.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">(Excuse me retailing so much in my rhymes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the chatt of the day and the stuff of the times;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis thus in the acts of a play, we perceive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the parts are not cast to the wise, or the brave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not all is discoursed by the famed or the fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The demons of dullness have also their share;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Statira in play-house has not all the chance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For hags are permitted to join in the dance:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not Catos, or Platos engross every play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For clowns and clod-hoppers must, too, have their day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not the nobles of nature say all that is said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And monarchs are frequently left in the shade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There must be some nonsense, to step in between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There must be some fools to enliven the scene.)<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here was Doctor Sangrado, with potion and pill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his price was the same, to recover or kill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He waddled about, and was vext to the soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see so much health in this horrible hole;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He seemed in a fret there was nobody sick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And enquired of the landlord, "What ails your son Dick?"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What ails him? (said Gubbins) why nothing at all!"<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"By my soul (said the quack) he's as white as the wall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must give him a potion to keep down his gall!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is bile on his stomach—I clearly see that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This night he will vomit as black as my hat:<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><span class="i0">Here's a puke and a purge—twelve doses of bark;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him swallow them all—just an hour before dark!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"O dear! (said the mother) the lad is quite well!"—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said the Doctor, "No, no! he must take calomel:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will put him to rights, as I hope to be saved!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Or rather (said Gubbins) you hope him engraved!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">So, the Doctor walked off in a pitiful plight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he lodged in a dog-house (they told me) that night.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here were wives, and young widows, and matrons, and maids,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who came for their health, or to stroll in the shades;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here were Nellies, and Nancies, and Hetties, by dozens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their neighbours, and nephews, and nieces, and cousins—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these had come hither to see the famed Fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you, pretty Sally, the best of them all.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Here was Saunders, the jockey, who rode a white horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His last, it was said, and his only resource;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the landlord was careful to put us in mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hell and destruction were riding behind:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He often had told him, "Do, Saunders, take care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This swilling of gin is a cursed affair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed—and it puts a man off from his legs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brings us at last to be pelted with eggs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wit of your noddle should carry you through,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Break your bottle of rum—give the devil his due!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep the reason about you that nature designed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you have the respect and regard of mankind!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">This steed of poor Saunders' was woefully lean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he looked, as we thought, like the flying machine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, in short, it appeared, by the looks of his hide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the stables he came from were poorly supplied:<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><span class="i0">A bundle of bones—and they whispered it round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he came from the hole where the Mammoth was found.<a name="FNanchor_Y_83" id="FNanchor_Y_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_Y_83" class="fnanchor">[E]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i1">They stuff'd him with hay, and they crammed him with oats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Saunders was gaming and drinking with sots:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For the de'il in the shape of a bottle of rum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceived him with visions of fortune to come;)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His landlady had on the horse a sheep's-eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So Saunders had plenty of whiskey and pye:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had gin of the best, and he treated all round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till care was dismissed and solicitude drowned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a reckoning was brought him of more than three pound.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">As he had not a groat in his lank looking purse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The landlord made seizure of saddle and horse:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scalpella, the hostess, cried, "Fly from this room,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or I'll sweep you away with my hickory broom!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Thus Saunders sneaked off in a sorrowful way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Falls were his fall—to be beggar next day.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The lady of ladies that governed the inn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a sharper indeed, and she kept such a din!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scalpella!—and may I remember the name!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could scratch like a tyger, or play a tight game.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bludgeon she constantly held in her hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sign of respect, and a sign of command:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She could scream like a vulture, or wink like an owl;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a dog in the street like Scalpella could howl.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was a Scalpella!—I am yet on her books,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, oh! may I never encounter her looks!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I owe her five pounds—I am that in her debt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my dues from the stars have not cleared it off yet.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If she knew where I am!—I should fare very ill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instead of some beer she would drench me with swill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should curse and reflect on the hour I was born.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If she thought I had fixed on the pitch of Cape Horn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She would find me!—Scalpella! set down what I owe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the page of bad debts—due to Scalpy and Co!—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Her boarders she hated, and drove with a dash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nothing about them she liked but their cash;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Except they were Tories—ah, then she was kind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said to their honours, "You are men to my mind!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sit down, my dear creatures—I hope you've not dined!"—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">She talked of the king, and she talked of the queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she talked of her floors—that were not very clean:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She talked of the parson, and spoke of the 'squire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She talked of her child that was singed in the fire—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Tories, poor beings, were wishing to kiss her—oh—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they had—all the stars would have fought against—Cicero.<a name="FNanchor_Z_84" id="FNanchor_Z_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_Z_84" class="fnanchor">[F]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She talked, and she talked—now angry, now civil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till the Tories themselves wished her gone to the devil.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">How I tremble to think of her tongue and her stick,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tryphena, Tryphena! I've played the odd trick!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Now the soldier re-entered—the ladies were struck:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And "she that can win him will have the best luck!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"La! father (said Kitty) observe the bold man!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will peep at his phyz from behind my new fan!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a lace on his beaver!—his buttons all shine!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the cock of a hat there is something divine!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since the days of Goliah, I'll venture to lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There never was one that could stand in his way:<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><span class="i0">What a nose!—what an eye!—what a gallant address!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he's not a hero, then call me Black Bess!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a gaite—what a strut—how noble and free!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm ravished!—I'm ruined!—-good father!—good me!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Dear Kitty, (he answered) regard not his lace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The devil I see in the mould of his face:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cockades have been famous for crazing your sex<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since Helen played truant, and left the poor Greeks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while her good husband was sleeping, and snored,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eloped with Sir Knight from his bed, and his board.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Three things are above me, yea, four, I maintain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have puzzled the cunningest heads to explain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way of a snake on a rock—very sly—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way of an eagle, that travels the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way of a ship in the midst of the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the way of a soldier—with maidens like thee."<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_U_79" id="Footnote_U_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_U_79"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> An English divine of considerable note, who died about a century ago.—<i>Freneau's +<span class="i2">My morning of life is beclouded with care!<br></span> +<span class="i0">I will go to Passaick, I say and I swear—<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the falls of Passaick, that elegant scene,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where all is so pretty, and all is so green—<br></span> +<span class="i0">That river Passaick!—celestial indeed!<br></span> +<span class="i0">That river of rivers, no rivers exceed.—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i2">Now why, I would ask, should I puzzle my brain<br></span> +<span class="i0">The nature of stars, or their use to explain—<br></span> +<span class="i0">To trace the effects they may have on our earth,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How govern our actions, or rule at our birth?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Five years have I been at these studies, and scanned<br></span> +<span class="i0">All the books on the subject that sophists have planned!<br></span> +<span class="i0">I am sorry to say (yet it ought to be said)<br></span> +<span class="i0">The stars have not sent me one rye loaf of bread!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not a shilling to purchase a glass of good beer,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">By my soul, it's enough to make ministers swear.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Tryphena may argue, and say what she will,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I am sure all my fortune is going down hill:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dear girl! if you wait 'till the planets are for us<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your name will scarce alter to Tryphena Taurus.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Tryphena! I love you—have courted you long—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But find all my labours will end in a song!—<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Will you play at all-fours?"—she said, very jolly;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I answered, The play at all-fours is all folly!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Will you play, then, at whist?"—she obligingly said;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I answered, the game is gone out of my head—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed, I am weary—I feel rather sick,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So, I leave you, Tryphena, to win the odd trick.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">There's a music some talk of, that's play'd by the spheres:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I wish him all luck who this harmony hears;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the people who hear it, I hope they may find<br></span> +<span class="i0">It is not a music that fills them with wind.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There's Saturn, and Venus, and Jove, and the rest:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their music to me is not quite of the best.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">These orbs of the stars, and that globe of the moon<br></span> +<span class="i0">To me, I am certain, all play a wrong tune.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not a creature that plods in, or ploughs up the dirt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But from the mean clod gets a better support:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then farewell to Mars, and the rest of the gang,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the comets—I tell them they all may go hang;<br></span> +<span class="i0">I mean, if they only with music will treat,<br></span> +<span class="i0">It is not to me the best cooked of all meat.<br></span> +<span class="i0">They may go where they will, and return when they please,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I hope they'll remember to pay up my fees—<br></span> +<span class="i0">So I leave them awhile, to be cheerful below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And away to Passaick most merrily go!<br></span> +<span class="i1">The month, it was August, and meltingly warm,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not a cloud in the sky nor the sign of a storm;<br></span> +<span class="i0">So I jumped in the stage, with the freight of the fair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And in less than a day at Passaick we were.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Well, arrived at the Falls, I procured me a bed<br></span> +<span class="i0">In a box of a house—you might call it a shed;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The best of the taverns were all pre-engaged,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So I barely was lodged, or rather encaged;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, cage as it was, I enjoyed a regale<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of victuals three times every day, without fail:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">There was poultry, and pyes, and a dozen things more<br></span> +<span class="i0">That the damnable college had never in store:<br></span> +<span class="i0">I feasted, and lived on such fat of the place<br></span> +<span class="i0">That the college would not have remembered my face—<br></span> +<span class="i0">So long had I fed on their trash algebraic,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed, it was time I went to Passaick!—<br></span> +<span class="i1">The rocks were amazing, and such was the height,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They struck me at once with surprize and delight.<br></span> +<span class="i1">The waters rushed down with a terrible roar—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What a pleasure it was to be lounging on shore!<br></span> +<span class="i0">They now were as clear as old Helicon's stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or as clear as the clearest in poetry's dream.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">These falls were stupendous, the fountains so clear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That another Narcissus might see himself here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor only Narcissus—some ill-featured faces<br></span> +<span class="i0">From the springs were reflected—not made up of graces.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But now I must tell you—what people were met:<br></span> +<span class="i0">They were, on my conscience, a wonderful sett;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some came for their health, and some came for their pleasure,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And to steal from the city a fortnight of leisure;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some came for a day, and yet more for a week,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some came from the college, tormented with Greek,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To continue as long as their means would afford,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That is, while the taverns would trust them their board:<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Of this last mentioned class, I confess I was one,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For why should I fib when the mischief is done?)<br></span> +<span class="i1">This age may decay, and another may rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Before it is fully revealed to our eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That Latin, and Hebrew, Chaldaic, and Greek,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the shades of oblivion must certainly sneak;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too much of our time is employed on such trash<br></span> +<span class="i0">When we ought to be taught to accumulate cash.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Supposing I knew them as pat as my prayers<br></span> +<span class="i0">(And to know them completely would cost me twelve years)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Supposing, I say, I had Virgil by rote,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And could talk with old Homer—'tis not worth a groat;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If with Rabbi Bensalem I knew how to chat,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where lies the advantage?—and what of all that?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Were this cart load of learning the whole that I knew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I could sooner get forward by mending a shoe:<br></span> +<span class="i0">I could sooner grow rich by the axe or the spade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or thrive by the meanest mechanical trade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tinker himself would be richer than I,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For the tinker has something that people must buy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While such as have little but Latin to vend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">On a shadow may truly be said to depend;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Old words, and old phrases that nothing bestow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the owners discarded ten ages ago.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here were people on people—I hardly know who—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There was Mammon the merchant, and Japhet the Jew:<br></span> +<span class="i0">There was Slyboots the Quaker, whose coat had no flaps,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With two of his Lambkins, as plain in their caps.<br></span> +<span class="i0">In silks of the richest I saw them array,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But nothing was cut in our mode of the day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They hung to old habits as firm as to rocks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And are just what they were in the days of George Fox.<br></span> +<span class="i0">They talked in a style that was wholly their own;<br></span> +<span class="i0">They shunned the vain world, and were mostly alone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One talked in the Nay, and one talked in the Yea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And of light in their lanthorns that no one could see:<br></span> +<span class="i0">They hated the crowd, and they hated the play,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hoped the vain actors would soon run away;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No follies like that would the preachers allow;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Tabitha said thee, and Rebecca said thou.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><span class="i1">Here was Dullman, the broker, who looked as demure<br></span> +<span class="i0">As if a false key had unlocked the shop door:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He seemed to enjoy not a moment of rest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So unhappy to be—far away from his chest.<br></span> +<span class="i1">He was all on the fidgets to be with his gold:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Both honour and conscience he bartered, or sold—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The devil himself—excuse me, I pray—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Old Satan—oh no—take it some other way—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The God of this world had him fast by a chain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And there let us leave him—and let him remain.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here was Samuel, the Deacon, who read a large book,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though few but himself on its pages would look;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would you know what it was?—an abridgement of Flavell,<a id="FNanchor_U_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_U_79" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">With Bunyan's whole war between soul and the devil;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">It seemed very old, and the worse for the wear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And might last the next century, handled with care;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But if fashions and folly should not have a fall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I presume it will hardly be handled at all.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here was Nimrod the soldier—he wore a long sword,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, of course, all the ladies his courage adored;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Two fringed epaulettes on his shoulders displayed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Discovered the rank of this son of the blade.<br></span> +<span class="i1">"O la!" cried Miss Kitty, "how bold he must be!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Papa! we must beg him to join us at tea!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How much like a hero he looketh—good me!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full many a battle, no doubt, he has stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And waded shoe deep through a mill pond of mud!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What heads have been sliced from the place they possessed<br></span> +<span class="i0">By the sword at his side!—all, I hope, for the best!"<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><span class="i1">Then the soldier went out, to refresh at the inn—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps he did not—if he did it's no sin—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He made his congee, and he bowed to us all,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And said he was going to Liberty Hall:<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis certain he went, but certainly where<br></span> +<span class="i0">I cannot inform, and the devil may care.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But now to proceed, in describing in rhyme<br></span> +<span class="i0">The folks that came hither to pass away time:<br></span> +<span class="i0">There were more that had heads rather shallow than strong,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And more than had money to bear them out long.<br></span> +<span class="i0">In short, there were many more ladies than gents,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the latter complained of the heavy expense!<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some I could see, with their splendour and show,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That their credit was bad, and their pockets were low;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Many females were gadding, I saw with concern,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who had better been knitting, or weaving their yarn.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And many went into Passaick to lave<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose hides were, indeed, a disgrace to the wave;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who should have been home at their houses and farms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not here to be dabbling, to shew us their charms:<br></span> +<span class="i0">It would have been better to wash their own walls<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than here—to come here, to be washed in the falls.<br></span> +<span class="i1">A judge of the court (in the law a mere goose)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here wasted his time with a lawyer let loose.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their books were thrown by—so I begged of the fates<br></span> +<span class="i0">That the falls of Passaick might fall on their pates.<br></span> +<span class="i1">This lawyer was Ludwick, who scarce had a suit,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And for once in his life was disposed to be mute,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But was mostly engaged in some crazy dispute:<br></span> +<span class="i0">A cause against Smyth<a id="FNanchor_V_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_V_80" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> he could never defend,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">As well might the Old One with Michael contend:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The road was before him, the country was spacious,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And he knew an old fellow called <i>fieri facias</i>:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I saw him demurr, when they asked him to pay—<br></span> +<span class="i0">With a <i>noli-pros-equi</i> he scampered away.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though his head was profusely be-plaistered with meal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One sorrowful secret it could not conceal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That he drew his first breath when a two penny star<br></span> +<span class="i0">Presided, and governed this son of the bar.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here was Pedro, the parson, who looked full as grave<br></span> +<span class="i0">As it he had lodged in Trophonius's cave.<br></span> +<span class="i0">He talked of his wine, and he talked of his beer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And he talked of his texts, that were not very clear;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And many suspected he talked very queer.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He talked with Scalpella, the inn-holder's wife,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then dwelt on her beauties, and called her his life!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He ogled Scalpella!—and spake of her charms;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And oh! how he wished to repose in her arms:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He called her his deary, and talked of their loves;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And left her at last—a pair of old gloves!<br></span> +<span class="i1">I was sorry to see him deranged and perplext<br></span> +<span class="i0">That no one would ask him to handle a text:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All gaped when he spoke, and incessantly gazed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And thought him no witch, but a parson be-crazed.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Fine work did he make of Millennium, I trow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which he told us would come (tho' it comes very slow)<br></span> +<span class="i0">When earth with the pious and just will abound<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Eden itself at Egg-Harbour be found:<br></span> +<span class="i0">No musketoes to bite us, no rats to molest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lawyers themselves rocked into something like rest.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But most of us judged it was rather a whim,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or, at least, that the prospect was distant and dim.<br></span> +<span class="i0">So I saw him pack up his polemical gown,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><span class="i0">To retreat while he could from the noise of the town.<a id="FNanchor_W_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_W_81" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">He said there was something in Falls he admired,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But of constantly hearing the roar—he was tired!<br></span> +<span class="i0">With their damp exhalations his fancy was dimmed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He would come the next spring with his surplice new trimmed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Besides there were fogs in the morning (he said)<br></span> +<span class="i0">That rose on the river and muddled his head!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus he quitted Passaick!—deserted her shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the taverns that knew him shall know him no more!<br></span> +<span class="i1">One farmer Milhollan—I saw him come here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Almost at the busiest time in the year;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His intent might be good, but I never could learn<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who coaxed him away from his crib and his barn:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each morning he tippled three glasses of gin<br></span> +<span class="i0">With as many, at least, as three devils therein.<br></span> +<span class="i0">He quarrelled with Jack, and he wrangled with Tom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till scarcely a negro but wished him at home;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He talked over much of the badness of times,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And read us a list of the governor's<a id="FNanchor_X_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_X_82" class="fnanchor">[D]</a> crimes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From which it was clearly predicted, and plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That his honour would hardly be chosen again.<br></span> +<span class="i1">He fought with Tim Tearcoat, and cudgelled with Ben,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And wrestled with Sampson—all quarrelsome men;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I was sorry to see him thus wasting his force<br></span> +<span class="i0">On fellows who kicked with the heels of a horse.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' strong in my arms, and of strength to contest<br></span> +<span class="i0">With the youths of my age in the wars of the fist,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I thought it was better to let them pursue<br></span> +<span class="i0">The quarrels they had, than to be one of their crew;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">I saw it was madness to join in the fray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So I left them to wrangle—each dog his own way.<br></span> +<span class="i1">He spoke thrice an hour of his crop that had failed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And losses, he feared, that would get him enjailed;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He mentioned his poultry, and mentioned his pigs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And railed at some Tories, converted to Whigs.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">(Excuse me retailing so much in my rhymes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of the chatt of the day and the stuff of the times;<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis thus in the acts of a play, we perceive<br></span> +<span class="i0">All the parts are not cast to the wise, or the brave;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not all is discoursed by the famed or the fair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The demons of dullness have also their share;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Statira in play-house has not all the chance,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For hags are permitted to join in the dance:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not Catos, or Platos engross every play,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For clowns and clod-hoppers must, too, have their day;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not the nobles of nature say all that is said,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And monarchs are frequently left in the shade;<br></span> +<span class="i0">There must be some nonsense, to step in between,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There must be some fools to enliven the scene.)<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here was Doctor Sangrado, with potion and pill,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And his price was the same, to recover or kill.<br></span> +<span class="i0">He waddled about, and was vext to the soul<br></span> +<span class="i0">To see so much health in this horrible hole;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He seemed in a fret there was nobody sick,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And enquired of the landlord, "What ails your son Dick?"<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What ails him? (said Gubbins) why nothing at all!"<br></span> +<span class="i0">"By my soul (said the quack) he's as white as the wall;<br></span> +<span class="i0">I must give him a potion to keep down his gall!<br></span> +<span class="i0">There is bile on his stomach—I clearly see that;<br></span> +<span class="i0">This night he will vomit as black as my hat:<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><span class="i0">Here's a puke and a purge—twelve doses of bark;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let him swallow them all—just an hour before dark!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">"O dear! (said the mother) the lad is quite well!"—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Said the Doctor, "No, no! he must take calomel:<br></span> +<span class="i0">It will put him to rights, as I hope to be saved!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Or rather (said Gubbins) you hope him engraved!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">So, the Doctor walked off in a pitiful plight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And he lodged in a dog-house (they told me) that night.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here were wives, and young widows, and matrons, and maids,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who came for their health, or to stroll in the shades;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here were Nellies, and Nancies, and Hetties, by dozens,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With their neighbours, and nephews, and nieces, and cousins—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All these had come hither to see the famed Fall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And you, pretty Sally, the best of them all.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Here was Saunders, the jockey, who rode a white horse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His last, it was said, and his only resource;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the landlord was careful to put us in mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">That hell and destruction were riding behind:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He often had told him, "Do, Saunders, take care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This swilling of gin is a cursed affair:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed—and it puts a man off from his legs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And brings us at last to be pelted with eggs—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The wit of your noddle should carry you through,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Break your bottle of rum—give the devil his due!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Keep the reason about you that nature designed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And you have the respect and regard of mankind!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">This steed of poor Saunders' was woefully lean,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And he looked, as we thought, like the flying machine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, in short, it appeared, by the looks of his hide,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That the stables he came from were poorly supplied:<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><span class="i0">A bundle of bones—and they whispered it round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That he came from the hole where the Mammoth was found.<a id="FNanchor_Y_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_Y_83" class="fnanchor">[E]</a><br></span> +<span class="i1">They stuff'd him with hay, and they crammed him with oats<br></span> +<span class="i0">While Saunders was gaming and drinking with sots:<br></span> +<span class="i0">(For the de'il in the shape of a bottle of rum<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deceived him with visions of fortune to come;)<br></span> +<span class="i0">His landlady had on the horse a sheep's-eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So Saunders had plenty of whiskey and pye:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He had gin of the best, and he treated all round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till care was dismissed and solicitude drowned,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And a reckoning was brought him of more than three pound.<br></span> +<span class="i1">As he had not a groat in his lank looking purse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The landlord made seizure of saddle and horse:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scalpella, the hostess, cried, "Fly from this room,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or I'll sweep you away with my hickory broom!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">Thus Saunders sneaked off in a sorrowful way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the Falls were his fall—to be beggar next day.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">The lady of ladies that governed the inn<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was a sharper indeed, and she kept such a din!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scalpella!—and may I remember the name!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could scratch like a tyger, or play a tight game.<br></span> +<span class="i0">A bludgeon she constantly held in her hand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sign of respect, and a sign of command:<br></span> +<span class="i0">She could scream like a vulture, or wink like an owl;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not a dog in the street like Scalpella could howl.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">She was a Scalpella!—I am yet on her books,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, oh! may I never encounter her looks!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I owe her five pounds—I am that in her debt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And my dues from the stars have not cleared it off yet.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">If she knew where I am!—I should fare very ill;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Instead of some beer she would drench me with swill;<br></span> +<span class="i0">I should curse and reflect on the hour I was born.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If she thought I had fixed on the pitch of Cape Horn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She would find me!—Scalpella! set down what I owe<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the page of bad debts—due to Scalpy and Co!—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Her boarders she hated, and drove with a dash,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And nothing about them she liked but their cash;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Except they were Tories—ah, then she was kind—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And said to their honours, "You are men to my mind!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sit down, my dear creatures—I hope you've not dined!"—<br></span> +<span class="i1">She talked of the king, and she talked of the queen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And she talked of her floors—that were not very clean:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">She talked of the parson, and spoke of the 'squire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She talked of her child that was singed in the fire—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Tories, poor beings, were wishing to kiss her—oh—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If they had—all the stars would have fought against—Cicero.<a id="FNanchor_Z_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_Z_84" class="fnanchor">[F]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">She talked, and she talked—now angry, now civil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till the Tories themselves wished her gone to the devil.<br></span> +<span class="i1">How I tremble to think of her tongue and her stick,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tryphena, Tryphena! I've played the odd trick!<br></span> +<span class="i1">Now the soldier re-entered—the ladies were struck:<br></span> +<span class="i0">And "she that can win him will have the best luck!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">"La! father (said Kitty) observe the bold man!<br></span> +<span class="i0">I will peep at his phyz from behind my new fan!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What a lace on his beaver!—his buttons all shine!<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the cock of a hat there is something divine!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since the days of Goliah, I'll venture to lay<br></span> +<span class="i0">There never was one that could stand in his way:<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><span class="i0">What a nose!—what an eye!—what a gallant address!<br></span> +<span class="i0">If he's not a hero, then call me Black Bess!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What a gaite—what a strut—how noble and free!<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'm ravished!—I'm ruined!—-good father!—good me!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Dear Kitty, (he answered) regard not his lace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The devil I see in the mould of his face:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cockades have been famous for crazing your sex<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since Helen played truant, and left the poor Greeks;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And while her good husband was sleeping, and snored,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Eloped with Sir Knight from his bed, and his board.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Three things are above me, yea, four, I maintain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Have puzzled the cunningest heads to explain!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The way of a snake on a rock—very sly—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The way of an eagle, that travels the sky,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The way of a ship in the midst of the sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the way of a soldier—with maidens like thee."<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_U_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_U_79"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> An English divine of considerable note, who died about a century ago.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_V_80" id="Footnote_V_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_V_80"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> William Smyth, Esq. Before the Revolution a celebrated lawyer in New +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_V_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_V_80"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> William Smyth, Esq. Before the Revolution a celebrated lawyer in New York, author of the History of New Jersey, and other works. Afterwards, taking part with the British, he was made Chief Justice of Lower Canada—He is since dead.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_W_81" id="Footnote_W_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_W_81"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> Passaick Village is at present called Patterson, noted for its unfortunate +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_W_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_W_81"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> Passaick Village is at present called Patterson, noted for its unfortunate manufacturing establishments.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_X_82" id="Footnote_X_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_X_82"><span class="ilabel">[D]</span></a> William Franklin, Esq., then Governor of New Jersey.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_X_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_X_82"><span class="ilabel">[D]</span></a> William Franklin, Esq., then Governor of New Jersey.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_Y_83" id="Footnote_Y_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Y_83"><span class="ilabel">[E]</span></a> These two lines were inserted since the first publication of this Poem in +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_Y_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Y_83"><span class="ilabel">[E]</span></a> These two lines were inserted since the first publication of this Poem in Sept., 1775.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_Z_84" id="Footnote_Z_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Z_84"><span class="ilabel">[F]</span></a> They fought from heaven; the stars in their courses fought against +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_Z_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Z_84"><span class="ilabel">[F]</span></a> They fought from heaven; the stars in their courses fought against Sisera. <i>Ancient History.—Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">At length, a dark fortnight of weather came on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And most of us thought it high time to be gone.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon was eclipsed, and she looked like a fright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed—and it was a disconsolate night!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our purses were empty—the landlord looked sour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I gave them leg-bail in a terrible shower:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scalpella!—her face was as black as the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her voice, was the screech of a harpy, or loon,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I quitted Passaick—that elegant place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While a hurricane hindered them giving me chace.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">At length, a dark fortnight of weather came on,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And most of us thought it high time to be gone.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The moon was eclipsed, and she looked like a fright;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed—and it was a disconsolate night!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our purses were empty—the landlord looked sour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I gave them leg-bail in a terrible shower:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scalpella!—her face was as black as the moon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her voice, was the screech of a harpy, or loon,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I quitted Passaick—that elegant place,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While a hurricane hindered them giving me chace.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_58_78" id="Footnote_58_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_78"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> Freneau mentions in this poem that it was printed in New York in September, +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_58_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_78"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> Freneau mentions in this poem that it was printed in New York in September, 1775. I can find no trace of it, either as a separate publication or a contribution to a newspaper. As far as I can find, the poem is unique in the edition of 1809. @@ -9644,101 +9678,101 @@ fact, was more probably laid somewhere near Philadelphia."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> -<h1><a name="PART_II" id="PART_II"></a>PART II</h1> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> +<div class="h1"><a id="PART_II"></a>PART II</div> -<h1>THE FIRST POETIC PERIOD</h1> +<div class="h1">THE FIRST POETIC PERIOD</div> -<h2>1775—1781</h2> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> +<div class="h2">1775—1781</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> -<hr style="width: 100%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_POETIC_PERIOD" id="THE_FIRST_POETIC_PERIOD"></a>THE FIRST POETIC PERIOD</h2> +<hr style="width: 100%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> +<h2><a id="THE_FIRST_POETIC_PERIOD"></a>THE FIRST POETIC PERIOD</h2> -<h2>1775-1781<a name="FNanchor_59_85" id="FNanchor_59_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_85" class="fnanchor">[60]</a></h2> +<div class="h2">1775-1781<a id="FNanchor_59_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_85" class="fnanchor">[60]</a></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3>A POLITICAL LITANY<a name="FNanchor_60_86" id="FNanchor_60_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_86" class="fnanchor">[61]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3>A POLITICAL LITANY<a id="FNanchor_60_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_86" class="fnanchor">[61]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot"><i>Libera Nos, Domine.</i>—Deliver us, O Lord, not only from British dependence, but also</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From a junto that labour with absolute power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose schemes disappointed have made them look sour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the lords of the council, who fight against freedom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who still follow on where delusion<a name="FNanchor_61_87" id="FNanchor_61_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_87" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> shall lead them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From a junto that labour with absolute power,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose schemes disappointed have made them look sour,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From the lords of the council, who fight against freedom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who still follow on where delusion<a id="FNanchor_61_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_87" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> shall lead them.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the group at St. James's, who slight our petitions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fools that are waiting for further submissions—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a nation whose manners are rough and severe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From scoundrels and rascals,—do keep us all clear.<a name="FNanchor_62_88" id="FNanchor_62_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_88" class="fnanchor">[63]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From pirates sent out by command of the king<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To murder and plunder, but never to swing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Wallace and Greaves, and Vipers and Roses,<a name="FNanchor_AA_89" id="FNanchor_AA_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_AA_89" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom, if heaven pleases, we'll give bloody noses.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the group at St. James's, who slight our petitions,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fools that are waiting for further submissions—<br></span> +<span class="i0">From a nation whose manners are rough and severe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From scoundrels and rascals,—do keep us all clear.<a id="FNanchor_62_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_88" class="fnanchor">[63]</a><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From pirates sent out by command of the king<br></span> +<span class="i0">To murder and plunder, but never to swing.<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Wallace and Greaves, and Vipers and Roses,<a id="FNanchor_AA_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_AA_89" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom, if heaven pleases, we'll give bloody noses.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AA_89" id="Footnote_AA_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AA_89"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Captains and ships in the British navy, then employed on the American +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AA_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AA_89"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Captains and ships in the British navy, then employed on the American coast.—<i>Freneau's note.</i> During the summer of 1775, Capt. Wallace and his vessel, the <i>Rose</i>, kept the American coast cities in a state of constant terror. The colonial newspapers show how widespread and real was this terror.</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the valiant Dunmore, with his crew of banditti,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who plunder Virginians at Williamsburg city,<a name="FNanchor_63_90" id="FNanchor_63_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_90" class="fnanchor">[64]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From hot-headed Montague, mighty to swear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little fat man with his pretty white hair.<a name="FNanchor_64_91" id="FNanchor_64_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_91" class="fnanchor">[65]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the valiant Dunmore, with his crew of banditti,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who plunder Virginians at Williamsburg city,<a id="FNanchor_63_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_90" class="fnanchor">[64]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">From hot-headed Montague, mighty to swear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The little fat man with his pretty white hair.<a id="FNanchor_64_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_91" class="fnanchor">[65]</a><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From bishops in Britain, who butchers are grown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From slaves that would die for a smile from the throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From assemblies that vote against Congress proceedings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Who now see the fruit of their stupid misleadings.)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From bishops in Britain, who butchers are grown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From slaves that would die for a smile from the throne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From assemblies that vote against Congress proceedings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Who now see the fruit of their stupid misleadings.)<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From Tryon<a name="FNanchor_65_92" id="FNanchor_65_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_92" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> the mighty, who flies from our city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swelled with importance disdains the committee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(But since he is pleased to proclaim us his foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What the devil care we where the devil he goes.)<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the caitiff,<a name="FNanchor_66_93" id="FNanchor_66_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_93" class="fnanchor">[67]</a> lord North, who would bind us in chains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a royal king Log, with his tooth-full of brains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who dreams, and is certain (when taking a nap)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has conquered our lands, as they lay on his map.<a name="FNanchor_67_94" id="FNanchor_67_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_94" class="fnanchor">[68]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Tryon<a id="FNanchor_65_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_92" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> the mighty, who flies from our city,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And swelled with importance disdains the committee:<br></span> +<span class="i0">(But since he is pleased to proclaim us his foes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What the devil care we where the devil he goes.)<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From the caitiff,<a id="FNanchor_66_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_93" class="fnanchor">[67]</a> lord North, who would bind us in chains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From a royal king Log, with his tooth-full of brains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who dreams, and is certain (when taking a nap)<br></span> +<span class="i0">He has conquered our lands, as they lay on his map.<a id="FNanchor_67_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_94" class="fnanchor">[68]</a><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From a kingdom that bullies, and hectors, and swears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We send up to heaven our wishes and prayers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we, disunited, may freemen be still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Britain go on—to be damned if she will.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From a kingdom that bullies, and hectors, and swears,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We send up to heaven our wishes and prayers<br></span> +<span class="i0">That we, disunited, may freemen be still,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Britain go on—to be damned if she will.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_59_85" id="Footnote_59_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_85"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> In August, 1775, Freneau emerges from the obscurity which has concealed +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_59_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_85"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> In August, 1775, Freneau emerges from the obscurity which has concealed him since the year of his graduation at Princeton, and enters upon an era of marvelous productiveness. For four months, poetry must have been his one thought, his one occupation. It was during this period of his life that he did his most spontaneous and original work.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_60_86" id="Footnote_60_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_86"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> The earliest trace I can find of this poem is in the 1786 edition of +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_60_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_86"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> The earliest trace I can find of this poem is in the 1786 edition of Freneau, where it is dated "New York, Sept. 26, 1775." In this edition, and in that of 1795, it had the title "Libera Nos, Domine." In the edition of 1809, which I have followed, it is dated "<i>New-York, June, 1775.</i>" The earlier date is probably the date of publication.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_61_87" id="Footnote_61_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_87"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> "The devil."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_61_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_87"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> "The devil."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_62_88" id="Footnote_62_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_88"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> "Whom gold can corrupt."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_62_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_88"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> "Whom gold can corrupt."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_63_90" id="Footnote_63_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_90"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> Lord Dunmore was the last Royal Governor of Virginia. In April, +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_63_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_90"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> Lord Dunmore was the last Royal Governor of Virginia. In April, 1775, he had removed the public stores from Williamsburg, and with the aid of the navy and what forces he could raise, was waging open war on the colonies.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_64_91" id="Footnote_64_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_91"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> George Montagu, admiral of the British fleet during the early part of the +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_64_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_91"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> George Montagu, admiral of the British fleet during the early part of the war, did much to exasperate the colonists. "He stopped and searched vessels without adequate pretext, and fired at the market boats as they entered Newport harbor. He treated the farmers on the islands much as the Saracens in @@ -9747,7 +9781,7 @@ appearance, but testy and arbitrary to an extraordinary degree. He covered the British retreat from Boston, aided Lord Dunmore to escape from Virginia, and took part in the capture of New York City.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_65_92" id="Footnote_65_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_92"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> William Tryon, the last Royal Governor of New York, informed of a +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_65_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_92"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> William Tryon, the last Royal Governor of New York, informed of a resolution of the Continental Congress: "That it be recommended to the several provincial assemblies, in conventions and councils or committees of safety, to arrest and secure every person in their respective colonies whose @@ -9756,22 +9790,22 @@ liberties of America," discerning the signs of the times, took refuge on board the Halifax packet in the harbour, and left the city in the middle of October, 1775.—<i>Duyckinck.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_66_93" id="Footnote_66_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_93"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> Scoundrel.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_66_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_93"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> Scoundrel.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_67_94" id="Footnote_67_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_94"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_67_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_94"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">"From a dunce of a king who was born without brains,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The utmost extent of whose sense is to see<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That reigning and making of buttons agree."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i1">"From a dunce of a king who was born without brains,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The utmost extent of whose sense is to see<br></span> +<span class="i1">That reigning and making of buttons agree."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="AMERICAN_LIBERTY_A_POEM68" id="AMERICAN_LIBERTY_A_POEM68"></a>AMERICAN LIBERTY, A POEM<a name="FNanchor_68_95" id="FNanchor_68_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_95" class="fnanchor">[69]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="AMERICAN_LIBERTY_A_POEM68"></a>AMERICAN LIBERTY, A POEM<a id="FNanchor_68_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_95" class="fnanchor">[69]</a></h3> <h4><span class="smcap">Argument</span></h4> @@ -9792,330 +9826,330 @@ Resolution of the Colonies to be free.—The future Happiness of America if she surmounts the present Difficulties.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">Once more Bellona, forc'd upon the stage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inspires new fury, and awakes her rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From North to South her thun'dring trumpet spreads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tumults, and war and death, and daring deeds.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What breast but kindles at the martial sound?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What heart but bleeds to feel its country's wound?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thee, blest freedom, to protect thy sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We rush undaunted to the bloody fray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thee, each province arms its vig'rous host,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Content to die, e'er freedom shall be lost.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Kind watchful power, on whose supreme command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fate of monarchs, empires, worlds depend,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><span class="i0">Grant, in a cause thy wisdom must approve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Undaunted valour kindled from above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let not our souls descend to dastard fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be valour, prudence both united here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now as of old thy mighty arm display;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Relieve the opprest, and saving power convey.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis done, and see th' omnipotent befriends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sword of Gideon, and of God descends.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Ah, see with grief fair Massachusetts' plains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seat of war, and death's terrific scenes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where darling peace with smiling aspect stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! the grim soldier stalks in quest of blood:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What madness, heaven, has made Britannia frown?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who plans our schemes to pull Columbia<a name="FNanchor_AB_96" id="FNanchor_AB_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_AB_96" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> down?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See Boston groan beneath the strong blockade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her freedom vanish'd, and destroy'd her trade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Injur'd, opprest, no tyrant could exceed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cruel vengeance of so base a deed.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">New Albion's<a name="FNanchor_AC_97" id="FNanchor_AC_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_AC_97" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> sons whom honest freedom moves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(My heart admires them, and my verse approves),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tir'd of oppression in a Stuart's reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Popish faction, ministerial train;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bravely resolv'd to leave their native shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some new world, they knew not where, explore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far in the West, beyond where Poets said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Sun retir'd, and Cynthia went to bed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Few then had seen the scarce discover'd Bourne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence like death yet fewer did return:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dire truths from thence the wand'ring sailor brought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enlarg'd by terror, and the power of thought,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span><span class="i0">With all the forms that pict'ring fancy gives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the dread that in idea lives;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fierce Cannibals that sought the blood of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vast cruel tribes that through the desart ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giants whose height transcends the tow'ring oak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brutes with whose screams the trembling forest shook,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these and more they held no cause of fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since naught but slavery, dreadful could appear.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Ah, see the day, distressful to the view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wives, husbands, fathers, bid a long adieu.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Dear native land, how heav'd the heavy sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thy last mountains vanish'd on the eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then their frail barks, just enter'd on the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursu'd the long, uncomfortable way:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But pitying heav'n the just design surveys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sends prosp'rous gales, and wafts them o'er the seas.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Behold the shore; no rising cities there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hail them welcome from the sea appear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wild woods the exil'd host were spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavens their covering, and the earth their bed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What expectations but a life of woe?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unnumber'd myriads of the savage foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose brutal fury rais'd, at once might sweep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The adventurers all to death's destructive sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet 'midst this scene of horror and despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stout industry began his office here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made forests bend beneath his sturdy stroke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made oxen groan beneath the sweaty yoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till half the desart smil'd and look'd as gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As northern gardens in the bloom of May.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But ah, review the sorrows interwove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the fierce native with the stranger strove;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So heaven's bright lamp, the all-reviving sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just as his flaming journey is begun,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span><span class="i0">Mists, fogs and vapours, sprung from damps of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mount up and strive to dim the approach of light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he in triumph darts his piercing ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scatters their forces and pursues his way.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft when the husband did his labour leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet his little family at eve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretch'd in their blood he saw each well known face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His dear companion and his youthful race;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps the scalp with barbarous fury torn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The visage mangled, and the babe unborn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ripp'd from its dark abode, to view the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere nature finish'd half she had begun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And should we now when spread thro' ev'ry shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Submit to that our fathers shunn'd before?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should we, just heaven, our blood and labour spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be slaves and minions to a parliament?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perish the thought, nor may one wretch remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who dares not fight and in our cause be slain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cause of freedom daunts the hireling foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gives each Sampson's strength toward the blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each, like him whom fear nor force confines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Destroys a thousand modern Philistines.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Who fights to take our liberty away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dead-hearted fights and falls an easy prey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cause, the cause, most cruel to enslave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disheartens thousands, and unmans the brave:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who could have thought that Britons bore a heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or British troops to act so base a part?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Britons of old renown'd, can they descend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">T' enslave their brethren in a foreign land?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What oath, what oath, inform us if you can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Binds them to act below the worth of man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can they whom half the world admires, can they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be advocates for vile despotic sway?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><span class="i0">Shall they, to every shore and clime renown'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enforce those acts that tyranny did found?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Yet sure if this be their resolv'd design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Conquer they shall where'er the sun doth shine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'No expedition prov'd unhappy yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Can we Havanna's bloody siege forget,<a name="FNanchor_69_98" id="FNanchor_69_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_98" class="fnanchor">[70]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Where British cannon the strong fortress tore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'And wing'd whole legions to its infernal shore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Or does the voice of fame so soon forego<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Gibraltar's action, and the vanquish'd foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Where art and nature both at once combin'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'To baffle all our hardy troops design'd?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Yet there Britannia's arms successful sped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'While haughty Spaniards trembled, felt and fled.'<br /></span> -<span class="i1">So say the pensioned fools of slavery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So say our traitors, but so say not I—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Tories or traitors, call them what you choose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tories are rogues, and traitors imps broke loose).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But know, ye few, the scandal of our land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On whom returns the blood that we expend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those troops whose fears are told on every shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here lose their spirit and are brave no more;<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><span class="i0">When armies fight to gain some cruel cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Establish tyrants or destructive laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True courage scorns to inspire the hateful crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recall past fame, or spur them on to new;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark boding thoughts the heavy soul possess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ancient valour turns to cowardice.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Dark was the prospect, gloomy was the scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When traitors join'd to break our union chain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon, by heaven inspir'd, arose the cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom or death, unite, unite or die.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now far and wide a manly spirit reigns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Canada to Georgia's sun burnt plains;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Few now insult with falsehood's shameless pen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Monsters from Tophet, driv'n in shapes of men:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Few pension'd scribblers left the daring head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some have turn'd lunatics and some have fled—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some, late converted, scarce their pensions hold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from mere force disdain the charms of gold.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What deep offence has fir'd a monarch's rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What moonstruck madness seized the brain of Gage?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laughs not the soul, when an imprison'd few<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Affect to pardon those they can't subdue?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' twice repuls'd and hemm'd up to their stations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet issue pardons, oaths, and proclamations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if at sea some desperate madman crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should threat the tempest with what they could do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like proud Xerxes lash the angry waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the same instant that they find their graves.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But not the pomps and favours of a crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A nation's anger, or a statesman's frown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could draw the virtuous man from virtue's way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To chain by force what treach'ry can't betray.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Virtue disdains to own tyrannic laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Takes part with freedom, and assumes its cause;<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span><span class="i0">No part had she, her fiercest forces own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring so far this heavy vengeance on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She stood with Romans while their hearts were true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so she shall, Americans, with you.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Should heaven in wrath decree some nation's fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose crimes from thence for sacred vengeance call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A monarch first of vulgar soul should rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sure fore-runner of its obsequies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose heart should glow with not one gen'rous thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born to oppress, to propagate, and rot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose lengthen'd reign no deed of worth should grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None trusted but a servile pensioned race;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too dull to know what saving course to take,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That heaven in time its purpose might forsake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too obstinately will'd to bow his ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To groaning thousands or petitions hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dare break all oaths that bind the just like fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oaths, that th' Arch-Devil would blush to violate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, foe to truth, both oaths and honour sell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To establish principles, the growth of hell,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still those who aim to be his truest friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Traitors, insidious rebels, madmen, fiends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hoodwink'd and blind, deceived by secret foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose fathers once with exil'd tyrants rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bless'd with as little sense as God e'er gave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slave to wrong schemes, dupe to a noble knave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So odd a monarch heaven in wrath would plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such would be the fury of a man.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">See far and wide o'er long Canadia's plains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old popish fraud and superstition reigns;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scarlet whore long hath heaven withstood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who cries for murder and who thirsts for blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Establish'd there, marks down each destined name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And plants the stake impatient for the flame,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span><span class="i0">With sanguinary soul her trade begins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To doom her foes to hell or pardon sins;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her crafty priests their impious rites maintain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crucify their Saviour once again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defend his rights, who, scatt'ring lies abroad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With shameless front usurps the seat of God:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those are, we fear, who his vile cause assert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But half reform'd and papists at the heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Bear me, some power, as far as the winds can blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ships can travel, or as waves can flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To some lone island beyond the southern pole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or lands round which pacific waters roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There should oblivion stop the heaving sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There should I live at least with liberty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But honour checks my speed and bids me stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To try the fortune of the well fought day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resentment for my country's fate I bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mix with thousands for the willing war;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See Washington New Albion's freedom owns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And moves to war with half Virginia's sons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bold in the fight, whose actions might have aw'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Roman Hero, or a Grecian God.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, he, as first his gallant troops shall lead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Undaunted man, a second Diomede;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As when he fought at wild Ohio's flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When savage thousands issu'd from the wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Braddock's fall disgrac'd the mighty day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Death himself stood weeping o'er his prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When doubting vict'ry chang'd from side to side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Indian sod with Indian blood was dy'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the last charge repuls'd th' invenom'd foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lightnings lit them to the shades below.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">See where from various distant climes unites<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A generous council to protect our rights,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span><span class="i0">Fix'd on a base too steadfast to be mov'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loving their country, by their country lov'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great guardians of our freedom, we pursue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each patriot measure as inspir'd by you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Columbia, nor shall fame deny it owes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Past safety to the counsel you propose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if they do not keep Columbia free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What will alas! become of Liberty?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great souls grow bolder in their country's cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Detest enslavers, and despise their laws.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Congress fam'd, accept this humble lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little tribute that the muse can pay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On you depends Columbia's future fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A free asylum or a wretched state.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fall'n on disastrous times we push our plea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard or not heard, and struggle to be free.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born to contend, our lives we place at stake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grow immortal by the stand we make.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">O you, who, far from liberty detain'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wear out existence in some slavish land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fly thence from tyrants, and their flatt'ring throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bring the fiery freeborn soul along.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neptune for you shall smooth the hoary deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And awe the wild tumultuous waves to sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here vernal woods, and flow'ry meadows blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Luxuriant harvests in rich plenty grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Commerce extends as far as waves can roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freedom, God-like freedom, crowns the whole.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And you, brave men, who scorn the dread of death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolv'd to conquer to the latest breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soldiers in act, and heroes in renown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warm in the cause of Boston's hapless town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still guard each pass; like ancient Romans, you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At once are soldiers, and are farmers too;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still arm impatient for the vengeful blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rush intrepid on the yielding foe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As when of late midst clouds of fire and smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whole squadrons fell, or to the center shook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the bravest to your arm gave way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And death, exulting, ey'd the unhappy fray.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold, your Warren bleeds, who both inspir'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To noble deeds, and by his actions fir'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What pity, heaven!—but you who yet remain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Affect his spirit as you lov'd the man:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more, and yet once more for freedom strive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be a slave what wretch would dare to live?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We too to the last drop our blood will drain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not till then shall hated slavery reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When every effort, every hope is o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lost Columbia swells our breasts no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">O if that day, which heaven avert, must come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fathers, husbands, children, meet their doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let one brave onset yet that doom precede,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shew the world America can bleed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One thund'ring raise the midnight cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one last flame send Boston to the sky.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But cease, foreboding Muse, not strive to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark times deriv'd by fatal destiny;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever heaven befriended the distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever valour succour'd those opprest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let America rejoice, thy standard rear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the loud trumpet animate to war:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy guardian Genius, haste thee on thy way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To strike whole hosts with terror and dismay.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Happy some land, which all for freedom gave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happier the men whom their own virtues save;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrice happy we who long attacks have stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swam to Liberty thro' seas of blood;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time shall come when strangers rule no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor cruel mandates vex from Britain's shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Commerce shall extend her short'ned wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her free freights from every climate bring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When mighty towns shall flourish free and great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vast their dominion, opulent their state;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When one vast cultivated region teems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From ocean's edge to Mississippi's streams;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While each enjoys his vineyard's peaceful shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the meanest has no cause to dread;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such is the life our foes with envy see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such is the godlike glory to be free.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AB_96" id="Footnote_AB_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AB_96"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Columbia, America sometimes so called from Columbus, the first discoverer.—<i>Freneau's +<span class="i1">Once more Bellona, forc'd upon the stage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Inspires new fury, and awakes her rage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From North to South her thun'dring trumpet spreads<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tumults, and war and death, and daring deeds.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What breast but kindles at the martial sound?<br></span> +<span class="i0">What heart but bleeds to feel its country's wound?<br></span> +<span class="i0">For thee, blest freedom, to protect thy sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We rush undaunted to the bloody fray;<br></span> +<span class="i0">For thee, each province arms its vig'rous host,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Content to die, e'er freedom shall be lost.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Kind watchful power, on whose supreme command<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fate of monarchs, empires, worlds depend,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><span class="i0">Grant, in a cause thy wisdom must approve,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Undaunted valour kindled from above,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let not our souls descend to dastard fear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be valour, prudence both united here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now as of old thy mighty arm display;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Relieve the opprest, and saving power convey.<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis done, and see th' omnipotent befriends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sword of Gideon, and of God descends.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Ah, see with grief fair Massachusetts' plains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The seat of war, and death's terrific scenes;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where darling peace with smiling aspect stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! the grim soldier stalks in quest of blood:<br></span> +<span class="i0">What madness, heaven, has made Britannia frown?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who plans our schemes to pull Columbia<a id="FNanchor_AB_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_AB_96" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> down?<br></span> +<span class="i0">See Boston groan beneath the strong blockade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her freedom vanish'd, and destroy'd her trade;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Injur'd, opprest, no tyrant could exceed<br></span> +<span class="i0">The cruel vengeance of so base a deed.<br></span> +<span class="i1">New Albion's<a id="FNanchor_AC_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_AC_97" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> sons whom honest freedom moves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(My heart admires them, and my verse approves),<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tir'd of oppression in a Stuart's reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Popish faction, ministerial train;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bravely resolv'd to leave their native shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some new world, they knew not where, explore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far in the West, beyond where Poets said,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Sun retir'd, and Cynthia went to bed.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Few then had seen the scarce discover'd Bourne,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From whence like death yet fewer did return:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dire truths from thence the wand'ring sailor brought,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Enlarg'd by terror, and the power of thought,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span><span class="i0">With all the forms that pict'ring fancy gives,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With all the dread that in idea lives;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fierce Cannibals that sought the blood of man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vast cruel tribes that through the desart ran,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Giants whose height transcends the tow'ring oak,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Brutes with whose screams the trembling forest shook,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All these and more they held no cause of fear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since naught but slavery, dreadful could appear.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Ah, see the day, distressful to the view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wives, husbands, fathers, bid a long adieu.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Dear native land, how heav'd the heavy sigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When thy last mountains vanish'd on the eye;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then their frail barks, just enter'd on the sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pursu'd the long, uncomfortable way:<br></span> +<span class="i0">But pitying heav'n the just design surveys,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sends prosp'rous gales, and wafts them o'er the seas.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Behold the shore; no rising cities there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To hail them welcome from the sea appear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the wild woods the exil'd host were spread,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The heavens their covering, and the earth their bed:<br></span> +<span class="i0">What expectations but a life of woe?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumber'd myriads of the savage foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose brutal fury rais'd, at once might sweep<br></span> +<span class="i0">The adventurers all to death's destructive sleep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet 'midst this scene of horror and despair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stout industry began his office here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Made forests bend beneath his sturdy stroke,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Made oxen groan beneath the sweaty yoke,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Till half the desart smil'd and look'd as gay<br></span> +<span class="i0">As northern gardens in the bloom of May.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But ah, review the sorrows interwove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How the fierce native with the stranger strove;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">So heaven's bright lamp, the all-reviving sun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Just as his flaming journey is begun,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span><span class="i0">Mists, fogs and vapours, sprung from damps of night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mount up and strive to dim the approach of light;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But he in triumph darts his piercing ray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scatters their forces and pursues his way.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oft when the husband did his labour leave<br></span> +<span class="i0">To meet his little family at eve,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stretch'd in their blood he saw each well known face,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His dear companion and his youthful race;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps the scalp with barbarous fury torn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The visage mangled, and the babe unborn<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ripp'd from its dark abode, to view the sun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ere nature finish'd half she had begun.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And should we now when spread thro' ev'ry shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Submit to that our fathers shunn'd before?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Should we, just heaven, our blood and labour spent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be slaves and minions to a parliament?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perish the thought, nor may one wretch remain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who dares not fight and in our cause be slain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The cause of freedom daunts the hireling foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gives each Sampson's strength toward the blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And each, like him whom fear nor force confines,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Destroys a thousand modern Philistines.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Who fights to take our liberty away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dead-hearted fights and falls an easy prey;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The cause, the cause, most cruel to enslave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Disheartens thousands, and unmans the brave:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who could have thought that Britons bore a heart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or British troops to act so base a part?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Britons of old renown'd, can they descend<br></span> +<span class="i0">T' enslave their brethren in a foreign land?<br></span> +<span class="i0">What oath, what oath, inform us if you can,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Binds them to act below the worth of man?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Can they whom half the world admires, can they<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be advocates for vile despotic sway?<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><span class="i0">Shall they, to every shore and clime renown'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Enforce those acts that tyranny did found?<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Yet sure if this be their resolv'd design,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Conquer they shall where'er the sun doth shine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">'No expedition prov'd unhappy yet,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Can we Havanna's bloody siege forget,<a id="FNanchor_69_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_98" class="fnanchor">[70]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">'Where British cannon the strong fortress tore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'And wing'd whole legions to its infernal shore.<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Or does the voice of fame so soon forego<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Gibraltar's action, and the vanquish'd foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Where art and nature both at once combin'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">'To baffle all our hardy troops design'd?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Yet there Britannia's arms successful sped,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'While haughty Spaniards trembled, felt and fled.'<br></span> +<span class="i1">So say the pensioned fools of slavery,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So say our traitors, but so say not I—<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Tories or traitors, call them what you choose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tories are rogues, and traitors imps broke loose).<br></span> +<span class="i0">But know, ye few, the scandal of our land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">On whom returns the blood that we expend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those troops whose fears are told on every shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here lose their spirit and are brave no more;<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><span class="i0">When armies fight to gain some cruel cause,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Establish tyrants or destructive laws,<br></span> +<span class="i0">True courage scorns to inspire the hateful crew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Recall past fame, or spur them on to new;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dark boding thoughts the heavy soul possess,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ancient valour turns to cowardice.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Dark was the prospect, gloomy was the scene,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When traitors join'd to break our union chain:<br></span> +<span class="i0">But soon, by heaven inspir'd, arose the cry,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Freedom or death, unite, unite or die.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now far and wide a manly spirit reigns,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Canada to Georgia's sun burnt plains;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Few now insult with falsehood's shameless pen.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Monsters from Tophet, driv'n in shapes of men:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Few pension'd scribblers left the daring head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some have turn'd lunatics and some have fled—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some, late converted, scarce their pensions hold.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from mere force disdain the charms of gold.<br></span> +<span class="i1">What deep offence has fir'd a monarch's rage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What moonstruck madness seized the brain of Gage?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Laughs not the soul, when an imprison'd few<br></span> +<span class="i0">Affect to pardon those they can't subdue?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' twice repuls'd and hemm'd up to their stations,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet issue pardons, oaths, and proclamations,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As if at sea some desperate madman crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Should threat the tempest with what they could do,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And like proud Xerxes lash the angry waves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">At the same instant that they find their graves.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But not the pomps and favours of a crown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A nation's anger, or a statesman's frown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could draw the virtuous man from virtue's way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To chain by force what treach'ry can't betray.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Virtue disdains to own tyrannic laws,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Takes part with freedom, and assumes its cause;<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span><span class="i0">No part had she, her fiercest forces own,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To bring so far this heavy vengeance on;<br></span> +<span class="i0">She stood with Romans while their hearts were true,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And so she shall, Americans, with you.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Should heaven in wrath decree some nation's fall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose crimes from thence for sacred vengeance call,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A monarch first of vulgar soul should rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A sure fore-runner of its obsequies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose heart should glow with not one gen'rous thought,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Born to oppress, to propagate, and rot.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose lengthen'd reign no deed of worth should grace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">None trusted but a servile pensioned race;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too dull to know what saving course to take,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That heaven in time its purpose might forsake,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too obstinately will'd to bow his ear<br></span> +<span class="i0">To groaning thousands or petitions hear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dare break all oaths that bind the just like fate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oaths, that th' Arch-Devil would blush to violate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, foe to truth, both oaths and honour sell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To establish principles, the growth of hell,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still those who aim to be his truest friends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Traitors, insidious rebels, madmen, fiends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hoodwink'd and blind, deceived by secret foes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose fathers once with exil'd tyrants rose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bless'd with as little sense as God e'er gave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Slave to wrong schemes, dupe to a noble knave.<br></span> +<span class="i0">So odd a monarch heaven in wrath would plan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And such would be the fury of a man.<br></span> +<span class="i1">See far and wide o'er long Canadia's plains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Old popish fraud and superstition reigns;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scarlet whore long hath heaven withstood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who cries for murder and who thirsts for blood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Establish'd there, marks down each destined name,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And plants the stake impatient for the flame,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span><span class="i0">With sanguinary soul her trade begins,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To doom her foes to hell or pardon sins;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her crafty priests their impious rites maintain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And crucify their Saviour once again;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Defend his rights, who, scatt'ring lies abroad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With shameless front usurps the seat of God:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those are, we fear, who his vile cause assert,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But half reform'd and papists at the heart.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Bear me, some power, as far as the winds can blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As ships can travel, or as waves can flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To some lone island beyond the southern pole,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or lands round which pacific waters roll,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There should oblivion stop the heaving sigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There should I live at least with liberty.<br></span> +<span class="i0">But honour checks my speed and bids me stay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To try the fortune of the well fought day.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resentment for my country's fate I bear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mix with thousands for the willing war;<br></span> +<span class="i0">See Washington New Albion's freedom owns,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And moves to war with half Virginia's sons,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bold in the fight, whose actions might have aw'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Roman Hero, or a Grecian God.<br></span> +<span class="i0">He, he, as first his gallant troops shall lead,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Undaunted man, a second Diomede;<br></span> +<span class="i0">As when he fought at wild Ohio's flood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When savage thousands issu'd from the wood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When Braddock's fall disgrac'd the mighty day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Death himself stood weeping o'er his prey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When doubting vict'ry chang'd from side to side,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Indian sod with Indian blood was dy'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When the last charge repuls'd th' invenom'd foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lightnings lit them to the shades below.<br></span> +<span class="i1">See where from various distant climes unites<br></span> +<span class="i0">A generous council to protect our rights,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span><span class="i0">Fix'd on a base too steadfast to be mov'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Loving their country, by their country lov'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Great guardians of our freedom, we pursue<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each patriot measure as inspir'd by you,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Columbia, nor shall fame deny it owes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Past safety to the counsel you propose;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And if they do not keep Columbia free,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What will alas! become of Liberty?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Great souls grow bolder in their country's cause,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Detest enslavers, and despise their laws.<br></span> +<span class="i0">O Congress fam'd, accept this humble lay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The little tribute that the muse can pay;<br></span> +<span class="i0">On you depends Columbia's future fate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A free asylum or a wretched state.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fall'n on disastrous times we push our plea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heard or not heard, and struggle to be free.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Born to contend, our lives we place at stake,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And grow immortal by the stand we make.<br></span> +<span class="i1">O you, who, far from liberty detain'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wear out existence in some slavish land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fly thence from tyrants, and their flatt'ring throng,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bring the fiery freeborn soul along.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Neptune for you shall smooth the hoary deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And awe the wild tumultuous waves to sleep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here vernal woods, and flow'ry meadows blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Luxuriant harvests in rich plenty grow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Commerce extends as far as waves can roll,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And freedom, God-like freedom, crowns the whole.<br></span> +<span class="i1">And you, brave men, who scorn the dread of death,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resolv'd to conquer to the latest breath,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Soldiers in act, and heroes in renown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Warm in the cause of Boston's hapless town,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still guard each pass; like ancient Romans, you<br></span> +<span class="i0">At once are soldiers, and are farmers too;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Still arm impatient for the vengeful blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And rush intrepid on the yielding foe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">As when of late midst clouds of fire and smoke,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whole squadrons fell, or to the center shook,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And even the bravest to your arm gave way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And death, exulting, ey'd the unhappy fray.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behold, your Warren bleeds, who both inspir'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">To noble deeds, and by his actions fir'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">What pity, heaven!—but you who yet remain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Affect his spirit as you lov'd the man:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once more, and yet once more for freedom strive,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To be a slave what wretch would dare to live?<br></span> +<span class="i0">We too to the last drop our blood will drain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And not till then shall hated slavery reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When every effort, every hope is o'er,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lost Columbia swells our breasts no more.<br></span> +<span class="i1">O if that day, which heaven avert, must come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fathers, husbands, children, meet their doom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let one brave onset yet that doom precede,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To shew the world America can bleed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One thund'ring raise the midnight cry,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And one last flame send Boston to the sky.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But cease, foreboding Muse, not strive to see<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dark times deriv'd by fatal destiny;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If ever heaven befriended the distrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If ever valour succour'd those opprest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let America rejoice, thy standard rear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let the loud trumpet animate to war:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy guardian Genius, haste thee on thy way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To strike whole hosts with terror and dismay.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Happy some land, which all for freedom gave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Happier the men whom their own virtues save;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice happy we who long attacks have stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And swam to Liberty thro' seas of blood;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The time shall come when strangers rule no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor cruel mandates vex from Britain's shore;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When Commerce shall extend her short'ned wing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And her free freights from every climate bring;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When mighty towns shall flourish free and great,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vast their dominion, opulent their state;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When one vast cultivated region teems,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From ocean's edge to Mississippi's streams;<br></span> +<span class="i0">While each enjoys his vineyard's peaceful shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And even the meanest has no cause to dread;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such is the life our foes with envy see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such is the godlike glory to be free.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AB_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AB_96"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Columbia, America sometimes so called from Columbus, the first discoverer.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AC_97" id="Footnote_AC_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AC_97"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> New Albion, properly New England, but is often applied to all British +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AC_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AC_97"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> New Albion, properly New England, but is often applied to all British America.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_68_95" id="Footnote_68_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_95"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> This was published by Anderson in 1775. In Holt's <i>New York Journal</i> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_68_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_95"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> This was published by Anderson in 1775. In Holt's <i>New York Journal</i> of July 6, it is advertised as just published. The advertisement observes that "This poem is humbly addressed to all true lovers of this once flourishing country, whether they shine as soldiers or statesmen. In it Ciceronian @@ -10124,7 +10158,7 @@ it. The only copy of the poem extant, as far as I can discover, is that in the Library of Congress at Washington.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_69_98" id="Footnote_69_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_98"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Of the siege of Havana, in July, 1762, Bancroft writes: "This siege +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_69_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_98"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Of the siege of Havana, in July, 1762, Bancroft writes: "This siege was conducted in midsummer, against a city which lies just within the tropic. The country around the Moro Castle is rocky. To bind and carry the fascines was of itself a work of incredible labor;... sufficient earth to hold the fascines @@ -10141,8 +10175,8 @@ defended fortresses, all the obstacles of nature and art were surmounted, and the most decisive victory of the war was gained."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3>GENERAL GAGE'S SOLILOQUY<a name="FNanchor_70_99" id="FNanchor_70_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_99" class="fnanchor">[71]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3>GENERAL GAGE'S SOLILOQUY<a id="FNanchor_70_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_99" class="fnanchor">[71]</a></h3> <p class="center"><i>Scene.</i>—Boston, besieged by the Men of Massachusetts</p> @@ -10150,160 +10184,160 @@ the most decisive victory of the war was gained."</p></div> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">Why, let the stricken deer go weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The hart, unwounded, play,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">For some must write, while some must speak;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">So runs the world away!<br /></span> -<span class="i20"><i>—Shakespeare.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i5">Why, let the stricken deer go weep,<br></span> +<span class="i6">The hart, unwounded, play,<br></span> +<span class="i5">For some must write, while some must speak;<br></span> +<span class="i6">So runs the world away!<br></span> +<span class="i20"><i>—Shakespeare.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">Destruction waits my call!—some demon say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why does destruction linger on her way!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Charlestown is burnt, and Warren is deceased—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavens! shall we never be from war released?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten years the Greeks besieged the walls of Troy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when did Grecians their own towns destroy?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, that's the point!—Let those who will, say, No;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If George and North decree—it must be so.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Doubts, black as night, disturb my loved repose—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men that were once my friends have turned my foes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What if we conquer this rebellious town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suppose we burn it, storm it, tear it down—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This land's like Hydra, cut off but one head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ten shall rise, and dare you in its stead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If to subdue a league or two of coast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Requires a navy, and so large a host,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall a length of twice seven hundred miles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be brought to bend to two European Isles?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that, when all their utmost strength unite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When twelve<a name="FNanchor_AD_100" id="FNanchor_AD_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_AD_100" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> dominions swear to arm and fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the same spirit darts from every eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One fixed resolve to gain their point or die.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">As for myself—true—I was born to fight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As George commands, let him be wrong or right,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While from his hand I squeeze the golden prize,<a name="FNanchor_71_101" id="FNanchor_71_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_101" class="fnanchor">[72]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll ask no questions, and he'll tell no lies;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But did I swear, I ask my heart again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their base projects monarchs to maintain?—<a name="FNanchor_72_102" id="FNanchor_72_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_102" class="fnanchor">[73]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes—when Rebellion her artillery brings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And aims her arrows at the best of kings,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stand a champion in my monarch's cause—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The men are rebels that resist his laws.<a name="FNanchor_73_103" id="FNanchor_73_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_103" class="fnanchor">[74]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i1">A viceroy I, like modern monarchs, stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Safe in the town—let others guide the fray:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A life like mine is of no common worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twere wrong, by heaven, that I should sally forth!<a name="FNanchor_74_104" id="FNanchor_74_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_104" class="fnanchor">[75]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A random bullet from a rifle sent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might pierce my heart, and ruin North's intent:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let others combat in the dusty field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let petty captains scorn to live or yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll send my ships to neighbouring isles, where stray<a name="FNanchor_75_105" id="FNanchor_75_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_105" class="fnanchor">[76]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unnumb'red herds, and steal those herds away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll strike the women in this town with awe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make them tremble at my martial law.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Should gracious heaven befriend our troops and fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And throw this vast dominion at my feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How would Britannia echo with my fame!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What endless honours would await my name!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every province should the traveller see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recording marble, raised to honour me.—<a name="FNanchor_76_106" id="FNanchor_76_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_106" class="fnanchor">[77]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard by the lakes, my sovereign lord would grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rural empire to supply my want,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A manor would but poorly serve my turn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less than an empire from my soul I scorn!<a name="FNanchor_77_107" id="FNanchor_77_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_107" class="fnanchor">[78]</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">An ample kingdom round Ontario's lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By heaven! should be the least reward I'd take.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There might I reign, unrivalled and alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An ocean and an empire of my own!—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What though the scribblers and the wits might say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He built his pile on vanquished Liberty—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let others meanly dread the slanderous tongue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While I obey my king, can I do wrong?<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Then, to accomplish all my soul's desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let red-hot bullets set their towns on fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May heaven, if so the righteous judgment pass,<a name="FNanchor_78_108" id="FNanchor_78_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_108" class="fnanchor">[79]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Change earth to steel, the sky to solid brass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let hosts combined, from Europe centering here,<a name="FNanchor_79_109" id="FNanchor_79_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_109" class="fnanchor">[80]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strike this base offspring with alarm and fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let heaven's broad concave to the center ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blackest night expand her sable wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The infernal powers in dusky combat join,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wing the swift ball, or spring the deadly mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Since 'tis most true, tho' some may think it odd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foes of England are the foes of God):<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let bombs, like comets, kindle all the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let cruel famine prompt the orphan's prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every ill that war or want can bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be shower'd on subjects that renounce their king.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What is their plea?—our sovereign only meant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This people should be taxed without consent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten years the court with secret cunning tried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gain this point—the event their hopes belied:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How should they else than sometimes miss the mark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who sleep at helm, yet think to steer the barque?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">North, take advice; thy lucky genius show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dispatch Sir Jeffery<a name="FNanchor_AE_110" id="FNanchor_AE_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_AE_110" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> to the states below.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That gloomy prince, whom mortals Satan call,<a name="FNanchor_80_111" id="FNanchor_80_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_111" class="fnanchor">[81]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must help us quickly, if he help at all—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You strive in vain by force of bribes to tie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They see through all your schemes with half an eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If open force with secret bribes I join,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The contest sickens—and the day is mine.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But hark the trumpet's clangor—hark—ah me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What means this march of Washington and Lee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When men like these such distant marches make,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fate whispers something—that we can't mistake;<a name="FNanchor_81_112" id="FNanchor_81_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_112" class="fnanchor">[82]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When men like these defy my martial rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good heaven! it is no time to play the fool—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps, they for their country's freedom rise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">North has, perhaps, deceived me with his lies.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If George at last a tyrant should be found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cruel tyrant, by no sanctions bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, myself, in an unrighteous cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be sent to execute the worst of laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How will those dead whom I conjured to fight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who sunk in arms to everlasting night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose blood the conquering foe conspired to spill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Lexington and Bunker's fatal hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose mangled corpses scanty graves embrace—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise from those graves, and curse me to my face!—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Alas! that e'er ambition bade me roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or thirst of power, forsake my native home—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">What shall I do?—there, crowd the hostile bands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, waits a navy to receive commands;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I speak the language of my heart—shall I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steal off by night, and o'er the ocean fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a lost man to unknown regions stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to oblivion leave this stormy day?—<a name="FNanchor_82_113" id="FNanchor_82_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_113" class="fnanchor">[83]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or shall I to Britannia's shores again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And big with lies, conceal my thousands slain?—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Yes—to some distant clime<a name="FNanchor_83_114" id="FNanchor_83_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_114" class="fnanchor">[84]</a> my course I steer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To any country rather than be here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To worlds where reason scarce exerts her law,<a name="FNanchor_84_115" id="FNanchor_84_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_115" class="fnanchor">[85]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A branch-built cottage, and a bed of straw.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even Scotland's coast seems charming in my sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And frozen Zembla yields a strange delight.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But such vexations in my bosom burn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That to these shores I never will return,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till fruits and flowers on Greenland's coast be known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And frosts are thawed in climates once their own.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Ye souls of fire, who burn for chief command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come! take my place in this disastrous land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wars like these I bid a long good-night—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let North and George themselves such battles fight.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AD_100" id="Footnote_AD_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AD_100"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Georgia had not at this time acceded to the Union of the Thirteen +<span class="i1">Destruction waits my call!—some demon say<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why does destruction linger on her way!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Charlestown is burnt, and Warren is deceased—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heavens! shall we never be from war released?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ten years the Greeks besieged the walls of Troy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But when did Grecians their own towns destroy?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, that's the point!—Let those who will, say, No;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If George and North decree—it must be so.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Doubts, black as night, disturb my loved repose—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Men that were once my friends have turned my foes—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What if we conquer this rebellious town,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Suppose we burn it, storm it, tear it down—<br></span> +<span class="i0">This land's like Hydra, cut off but one head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ten shall rise, and dare you in its stead.<br></span> +<span class="i0">If to subdue a league or two of coast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Requires a navy, and so large a host,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How shall a length of twice seven hundred miles<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be brought to bend to two European Isles?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And that, when all their utmost strength unite,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When twelve<a id="FNanchor_AD_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_AD_100" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> dominions swear to arm and fight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When the same spirit darts from every eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One fixed resolve to gain their point or die.<br></span> +<span class="i1">As for myself—true—I was born to fight<br></span> +<span class="i0">As George commands, let him be wrong or right,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While from his hand I squeeze the golden prize,<a id="FNanchor_71_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_101" class="fnanchor">[72]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll ask no questions, and he'll tell no lies;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But did I swear, I ask my heart again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In their base projects monarchs to maintain?—<a id="FNanchor_72_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_102" class="fnanchor">[73]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Yes—when Rebellion her artillery brings<br></span> +<span class="i0">And aims her arrows at the best of kings,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">I stand a champion in my monarch's cause—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The men are rebels that resist his laws.<a id="FNanchor_73_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_103" class="fnanchor">[74]</a><br></span> +<span class="i1">A viceroy I, like modern monarchs, stay<br></span> +<span class="i0">Safe in the town—let others guide the fray:<br></span> +<span class="i0">A life like mine is of no common worth,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twere wrong, by heaven, that I should sally forth!<a id="FNanchor_74_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_104" class="fnanchor">[75]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">A random bullet from a rifle sent<br></span> +<span class="i0">Might pierce my heart, and ruin North's intent:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let others combat in the dusty field,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let petty captains scorn to live or yield,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll send my ships to neighbouring isles, where stray<a id="FNanchor_75_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_105" class="fnanchor">[76]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumb'red herds, and steal those herds away;<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll strike the women in this town with awe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And make them tremble at my martial law.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Should gracious heaven befriend our troops and fleet,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And throw this vast dominion at my feet,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How would Britannia echo with my fame!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What endless honours would await my name!<br></span> +<span class="i0">In every province should the traveller see<br></span> +<span class="i0">Recording marble, raised to honour me.—<a id="FNanchor_76_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_106" class="fnanchor">[77]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Hard by the lakes, my sovereign lord would grant<br></span> +<span class="i0">A rural empire to supply my want,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A manor would but poorly serve my turn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Less than an empire from my soul I scorn!<a id="FNanchor_77_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_107" class="fnanchor">[78]</a><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">An ample kingdom round Ontario's lake,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By heaven! should be the least reward I'd take.<br></span> +<span class="i0">There might I reign, unrivalled and alone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">An ocean and an empire of my own!—<br></span> +<span class="i1">What though the scribblers and the wits might say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He built his pile on vanquished Liberty—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let others meanly dread the slanderous tongue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While I obey my king, can I do wrong?<br></span> +<span class="i1">Then, to accomplish all my soul's desire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let red-hot bullets set their towns on fire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">May heaven, if so the righteous judgment pass,<a id="FNanchor_78_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_108" class="fnanchor">[79]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Change earth to steel, the sky to solid brass,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let hosts combined, from Europe centering here,<a id="FNanchor_79_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_109" class="fnanchor">[80]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Strike this base offspring with alarm and fear;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let heaven's broad concave to the center ring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And blackest night expand her sable wing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The infernal powers in dusky combat join,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wing the swift ball, or spring the deadly mine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Since 'tis most true, tho' some may think it odd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The foes of England are the foes of God):<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let bombs, like comets, kindle all the air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let cruel famine prompt the orphan's prayer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every ill that war or want can bring<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be shower'd on subjects that renounce their king.<br></span> +<span class="i1">What is their plea?—our sovereign only meant<br></span> +<span class="i0">This people should be taxed without consent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ten years the court with secret cunning tried<br></span> +<span class="i0">To gain this point—the event their hopes belied:<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">How should they else than sometimes miss the mark<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who sleep at helm, yet think to steer the barque?<br></span> +<span class="i0">North, take advice; thy lucky genius show,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dispatch Sir Jeffery<a id="FNanchor_AE_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_AE_110" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> to the states below.<br></span> +<span class="i0">That gloomy prince, whom mortals Satan call,<a id="FNanchor_80_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_111" class="fnanchor">[81]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Must help us quickly, if he help at all—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You strive in vain by force of bribes to tie;<br></span> +<span class="i0">They see through all your schemes with half an eye;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If open force with secret bribes I join,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The contest sickens—and the day is mine.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But hark the trumpet's clangor—hark—ah me!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What means this march of Washington and Lee?<br></span> +<span class="i0">When men like these such distant marches make,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fate whispers something—that we can't mistake;<a id="FNanchor_81_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_112" class="fnanchor">[82]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">When men like these defy my martial rule,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Good heaven! it is no time to play the fool—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps, they for their country's freedom rise;<br></span> +<span class="i0">North has, perhaps, deceived me with his lies.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If George at last a tyrant should be found,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A cruel tyrant, by no sanctions bound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I, myself, in an unrighteous cause,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be sent to execute the worst of laws,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How will those dead whom I conjured to fight—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who sunk in arms to everlasting night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose blood the conquering foe conspired to spill<br></span> +<span class="i0">At Lexington and Bunker's fatal hill,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose mangled corpses scanty graves embrace—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rise from those graves, and curse me to my face!—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Alas! that e'er ambition bade me roam,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or thirst of power, forsake my native home—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">What shall I do?—there, crowd the hostile bands;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here, waits a navy to receive commands;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I speak the language of my heart—shall I<br></span> +<span class="i0">Steal off by night, and o'er the ocean fly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like a lost man to unknown regions stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And to oblivion leave this stormy day?—<a id="FNanchor_82_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_113" class="fnanchor">[83]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Or shall I to Britannia's shores again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And big with lies, conceal my thousands slain?—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Yes—to some distant clime<a id="FNanchor_83_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_114" class="fnanchor">[84]</a> my course I steer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To any country rather than be here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To worlds where reason scarce exerts her law,<a id="FNanchor_84_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_115" class="fnanchor">[85]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">A branch-built cottage, and a bed of straw.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Even Scotland's coast seems charming in my sight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And frozen Zembla yields a strange delight.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But such vexations in my bosom burn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That to these shores I never will return,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till fruits and flowers on Greenland's coast be known,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And frosts are thawed in climates once their own.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Ye souls of fire, who burn for chief command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come! take my place in this disastrous land;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To wars like these I bid a long good-night—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let North and George themselves such battles fight.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AD_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AD_100"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Georgia had not at this time acceded to the Union of the Thirteen States.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AE_110" id="Footnote_AE_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AE_110"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Sir Jeffery Amherst, who about this time refused to act against the +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AE_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AE_110"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Sir Jeffery Amherst, who about this time refused to act against the Colonial cause.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_70_99" id="Footnote_70_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_99"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> From the edition of 1809. The original edition, which consisted of 114 +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_70_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_99"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> From the edition of 1809. The original edition, which consisted of 114 lines, was first published in New York, by H. Gaine, in August, 1775. The poem was thus written and published in the early days of the siege. </p><p> @@ -10316,333 +10350,333 @@ even by his own countrymen. He was narrow-minded, and prejudiced, and unable to estimate justly the forces that were against him. His only argument was force and dictatorial interference.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_71_101" id="Footnote_71_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_101"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> This and the following line not in edition of 1775.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_71_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_101"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> This and the following line not in edition of 1775.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_72_102" id="Footnote_72_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_102"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> To fight for Britons against Englishmen.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_72_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_102"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> To fight for Britons against Englishmen.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i> </p><p> In such damn'd service to harass my brain.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_73_103" id="Footnote_73_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_103"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> Four lines of the original edition omitted: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_73_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_103"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> Four lines of the original edition omitted: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"North take advice, thy lucky genius show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dismiss a legate to the world below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir Belzebub, for aid like thine we sue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send up the damned and let them help me too."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"North take advice, thy lucky genius show,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dismiss a legate to the world below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sir Belzebub, for aid like thine we sue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Send up the damned and let them help me too."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_74_104" id="Footnote_74_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_104"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_74_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_104"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A life like mine is of such mighty worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll wrong my king if I should sally forth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A life like mine is of such mighty worth,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll wrong my king if I should sally forth.<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_75_105" id="Footnote_75_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_105"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> This and the following line is not in edition of 1775.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_75_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_105"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> This and the following line is not in edition of 1775.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_76_106" id="Footnote_76_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_106"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> Some trophy of my tedious victory.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_76_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_106"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> Some trophy of my tedious victory.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_77_107" id="Footnote_77_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_107"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> The Lordship of a manor I would scorn.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_77_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_107"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> The Lordship of a manor I would scorn.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_78_108" id="Footnote_78_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_108"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> In place of the next eight lines, the edition of 1775 has the following: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_78_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_108"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> In place of the next eight lines, the edition of 1775 has the following: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Let heaven's broad concave to the center ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Imps from hell their swifter vengeance wing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May heaven, if so the righteous judgment pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Change earth to steel, the sky to solid brass."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Let heaven's broad concave to the center ring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Imps from hell their swifter vengeance wing;<br></span> +<span class="i0">May heaven, if so the righteous judgment pass,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Change earth to steel, the sky to solid brass."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_79_109" id="Footnote_79_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_109"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> Let hell-cats darting from some blackguard sphere.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_79_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_109"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> Let hell-cats darting from some blackguard sphere.—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_80_111" id="Footnote_80_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_111"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> This and the four following lines not found in the edition of 1775.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_80_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_111"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> This and the four following lines not found in the edition of 1775.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_81_112" id="Footnote_81_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_112"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> It shows they think their freedom lies at stake.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_81_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_112"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> It shows they think their freedom lies at stake.—<i>Ed. 1775.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_82_113" id="Footnote_82_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_113"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> In the original edition these two lines read as follows: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_82_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_113"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> In the original edition these two lines read as follows: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Like Captain Cook to Southern islands stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take new kings and kingdoms in my way."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Like Captain Cook to Southern islands stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And take new kings and kingdoms in my way."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_83_114" id="Footnote_83_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_114"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> "Foreign clime."—<i>Ed. 1775.</i> "Negro clime."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_83_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_114"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> "Foreign clime."—<i>Ed. 1775.</i> "Negro clime."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_84_115" id="Footnote_84_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_115"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> This line, and the nine following, are not found in the edition of 1775.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_84_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_115"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> This line, and the nine following, are not found in the edition of 1775.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_MIDNIGHT_CONSULTATIONS85" id="THE_MIDNIGHT_CONSULTATIONS85"></a>THE MIDNIGHT CONSULTATIONS;<a name="FNanchor_85_116" id="FNanchor_85_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_116" class="fnanchor">[86]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_MIDNIGHT_CONSULTATIONS85"></a>THE MIDNIGHT CONSULTATIONS;<a id="FNanchor_85_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_116" class="fnanchor">[86]</a></h3> <h4>OR, A TRIP TO BOSTON</h4> <p class="cblockquot">First published in 1775</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">Small bliss is theirs whom Fate's too heavy hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confines through life to some small square of land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More wretched they whom heaven inspires to roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet languish out their lives and die at home.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Heaven gave to man this wide extended round,<span class='linenum'>5</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No climes confine him and no oceans bound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven gave him forest, mountain, vale, and plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade him vanquish, if he could, the main;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sordid cares our short-lived race confine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some toil at trades, some labour in the mine,<span class='linenum'>10</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><span class="i0">The miser hoards, and guards his shining store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun still rises where he rose before—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No happier scenes his earth-born fancy fill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than one dark valley, or one well-known hill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To other shores his mind, untaught to stray,<span class='linenum'>15</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dull and inactive, slumbers life away.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But by the aid of yonder glimmering beam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pole star, faithful to my vagrant dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wild regent of my heart! in dreams convey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the herded Britons their bold ranks display;<span class='linenum'>20</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So late the pride of England's fertile soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Her grandeur heightened by successive toil)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how they sicken in these hostile climes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Themes for the stage, and subjects for our rhimes.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What modern poet have the muses led<span class='linenum'>25</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To draw the curtain that conceals the dead?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span><span class="i0">What bolder bard to Boston shall repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To view the peevish, half-starved spectres there?<br /></span> -<span class="i1">O thou wronged country! why sustain these ills?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why rest thy navies on their native hills?<span class='linenum'>30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, endless forests shade the uncultured plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Descend, ye forests, and command the main:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A leafy verdure shades the mighty mast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tall oak bends idly to the blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earth's entrails teem with stores for your defence,<span class='linenum'>35</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Descend and drag the stores of war from thence:<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span><span class="i0">Your fertile soil the flowing sail supplies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Europe's arts in every village rise—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No want is yours—Disdain unmanly fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swear no tyrant shall reign master here;<span class='linenum'>40</span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Know your own strength—in rocky desarts bred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall the fierce tiger by the dog be led,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bear all insults from that snarling race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose courage lies in impudence of face?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No—rather bid the wood's wild native turn,<span class='linenum'>45</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from his side the unfaithful guardian spurn.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><span class="i1">Now, pleased I wander to the dome of state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Gage resides, our western potentate—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chief of ten thousand, all a race of slaves,<a name="FNanchor_86_117" id="FNanchor_86_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_117" class="fnanchor">[87]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent to be shrouded in untimely graves;<a name="FNanchor_87_118" id="FNanchor_87_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_118" class="fnanchor">[88]</a><span class='linenum'>50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent by our angry Jove, sent sword in hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To murder, burn, and ravage through the land.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">You dream of conquest—tell me how or whence—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Act like a man, and get you gone from hence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A madman sent you to this hostile shore<span class='linenum'>55</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To vanquish nations, that shall spill your gore.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go, fiends, and in a social league combined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Destroy, distress, and triumph o'er mankind!—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis not our peace this murdering hand restrains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The want of power is made the monster's chains;<span class='linenum'>60</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compassion is a stranger to his heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if it came, he bade the guest depart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The melting tear, the sympathising groan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were never yet to Gage or Jefferies<a name="FNanchor_AF_119" id="FNanchor_AF_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_AF_119" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> known;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seas of blood his heart fore-dooms to spill<span class='linenum'>65</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is but a dying serpent's rage to kill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What power shall drive these vipers from our shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These monsters swoln with carnage, death, and gore!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Twelve was the hour—congenial darkness reigned,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span><span class="i0">And no bright star a mimic day-light feigned—<span class='linenum'>70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">First, Gage we saw—a crimson chair of state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Received the honour of his Honour's weight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This man of straw the regal purple bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But dullness, deepest dullness, hovered round.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Next Graves, who wields the trident of the brine,<span class='linenum'>75</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tall arch-captain of the embattled line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All gloomy sate—mumbling of flame and fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Balls, cannon, ships, and all their damned attire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well pleased to live in never-ending hum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But empty as the interior of his drum.<span class='linenum'>80</span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Hard by, Burgoyne assumes an ample space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seemed to meditate with studious face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if again he wished our world to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long, dull, dry letters, writ to General Lee—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Huge scrawls of words through endless circuits drawn<span class='linenum'>85</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmeaning as the errand he's upon.—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is he to conquer—he subdue our land?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This buckram hero, with his lady's hand?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Cesars to be vanquished is a curse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But by a scribbling fop—by heaven, is worse!<a name="FNanchor_88_120" id="FNanchor_88_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_120" class="fnanchor">[89]</a><span class='linenum'>90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Lord Piercy seemed to snore—but may the Muse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This ill-timed snoring to the peer excuse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tired was the long boy of his toilsome day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full fifteen miles he fled—a tedious way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could he then the dews of Somnus shun,<span class='linenum'>95</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps not used to walk—much less to run.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Red-faced as suns, when sinking to repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reclined the infernal captain of the <i>Rose</i>,<a name="FNanchor_AG_121" id="FNanchor_AG_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_AG_121" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fame's proud temple aiming for a niche,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With those who find her at the cannon's breech;<span class='linenum'>100</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Skilled to direct the cannonading shot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Turkish rover half so murdering hot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleased with base vengeance on defenceless towns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His heart was malice—but his words were, Zounds!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Howe, vexed to see his starving army's doom,<span class='linenum'>105</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In prayer, besought the skies for elbow room—<a name="FNanchor_89_122" id="FNanchor_89_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_122" class="fnanchor">[90]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small was his stock, and theirs, of heavenly grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet just enough to ask a larger place.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cursed the brainless minister that planned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His bootless errand to this hostile land,<span class='linenum'>110</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><span class="i0">But, awed by Gage, his bursting wrath recoiled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his inmost bosom doubly boiled.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">These, chief of all the tyrant-serving train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exalted sate—the rest (a pensioned clan),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sample of the multitude that wait,<span class='linenum'>115</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale sons of famine, at perdition's gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">North's friends down swarming (so our monarch wills),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hungry as death, from Caledonian hills;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose endless numbers if you bid me tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll count the atoms of this globe as well,—<span class='linenum'>120</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knights, captains, 'squires—a wonder-working band,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Held at small wages 'till they gain the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flocked pensive round—black spleen assailed their hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The sport of plough-boys, with their arms and arts)<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span><span class="i0">And made them doubt (howe'er for vengeance hot)<span class='linenum'>125</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether they were invincible or not.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Now Gage upstarting from his cushioned seat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swore thrice, and cried—"'Tis nonsense to be beat!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus to be drubbed! pray, warriors, let me know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which be in fault, myself, the fates, or you—<span class='linenum'>130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Henceforth let Britain deem her men mere toys—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gods! to be frightened thus by country boys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, if your men had had a mind to sup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They might have eat that scare-crow<a name="FNanchor_90_123" id="FNanchor_90_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_123" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> army up—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three thousand to twelve hundred thus to yield,<span class='linenum'>135</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twice five hundred stretched upon the field!—<a name="FNanchor_91_124" id="FNanchor_91_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_124" class="fnanchor">[92]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O shame to Britain, and the British name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shame damps my heart, and I must die with shame—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus to be worsted, thus disgraced and beat!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have the knack, Lord Piercy,<a name="FNanchor_92_125" id="FNanchor_92_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_125" class="fnanchor">[93]</a> to retreat,<span class='linenum'>140</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><span class="i0">The death you escaped my warmest blood congeals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven grant me, too, so swift a pair of heels—<a name="FNanchor_93_126" id="FNanchor_93_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_126" class="fnanchor">[94]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Chevy-Chace, as, doubtless, you have read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord Piercy would have sooner died than fled—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the virtues of your house decay—<span class='linenum'>145</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! how unlike the Piercy of that day!"<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Thus spoke the great man in disdainful tone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the gay peer—not meant for him alone—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ere the tumults of his bosom rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus from his bench the intrepid peer replies:<span class='linenum'>150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">"When once the soul has reached the Stygian shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My prayer book says, it shall return no more—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><span class="i0">When once old Charon hoists his tar-blacked sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his boat swims before the infernal gale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell to all that pleased the man above,<span class='linenum'>155</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell to feats of arms, and joys of love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell the trade that father Cain began,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell to wine, that cheers the heart of man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All, all farewell!—the pensive shade must go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where cold Medusa turns to stone below,<span class='linenum'>160</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Belus' maids eternal labours ply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To drench the cask that stays forever dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Sysiphus, with many a weary groan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaves up the mount the still recoiling stone!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><span class="i1">"Since, then, this truth no mortal dares deny,<span class='linenum'>165</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That heroes, kings—and lords, themselves, must die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yield to him who dreads no hostile sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But treats alike the peasant and the lord;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since even great George must in his turn give place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave his crown, his Scotchmen, and his lace,—<span class='linenum'>170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">How blest is he, how prudent is the man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who keeps aloof from fate—while yet he can;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One well-aimed ball can make us all no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than shipwrecked scoundrels on that leeward shore.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"But why, my friends, these hard reflections still<span class='linenum'>175</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Lexington affairs—'tis Bunker's hill—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><span class="i0">O fatal hill!—one glance at thee restrains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My once warm blood, and chills it in my veins—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May no sweet grass adorn thy hateful crest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That saw Britannia's bravest troops distrest—<span class='linenum'>180</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if it does—may some destructive gale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The green leaf wither, and the grass turn pale—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All moisture to your brow may heaven deny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And God and man detest you, just as I;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis Bunker's hill, this night has brought us here,<span class='linenum'>185</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray question him who led your armies there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor dare my courage into question call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or blame Lord Piercy for the fault of all."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><span class="i1">Howe chanced to nod while heathenish Piercy spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as his Lordship ceased, his Honour awoke,<span class='linenum'>190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Like those whom sermons into sleep betray)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then rubbed his eyes, and thus was heard to say:<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Shall those who never ventured from the town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or their ships' sides, now pull our glory down?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We fought our best—so God my honour save!—<span class='linenum'>195</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No British soldiers ever fought so brave—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolved I led them to the hostile lines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(From this day famed where'er great Phœbus shines)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Firm at their head I took my dangerous stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marching to death and slaughter, sword in hand,<span class='linenum'>200</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span><span class="i0">But wonted Fortune halted on her way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We fought with madmen, and we lost the day—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Putnam's brave troops, your honours would have swore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had robbed the clouds of half their nitrous store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my bold veterans strewed the astonished plain,<span class='linenum'>205</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For not one musquet was discharged in vain.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, honoured Gage, why droops thy laurelled head?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five hundred foes we packed off to the dead.—<a name="FNanchor_94_127" id="FNanchor_94_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_127" class="fnanchor">[95]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now captains, generals, hear me and attend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, shall we home for other succours send?<span class='linenum'>210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall other navies cross the stormy main?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They may, but what shall awe the pride of Spain?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still for dominion haughty Louis pants—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! how I tremble at the thoughts of France.—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span><span class="i0">Shall mighty George, to enforce his injured laws,<span class='linenum'>215</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transport all Russia to support the cause?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That allied empire countless shoals may pour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Numerous as sands that strew the Atlantic shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But policy inclines my heart to fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'll turn their arms against us when they're here—<span class='linenum'>220</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, let's agree—for something must be done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere autumn flies, and winter hastens on—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When pinching cold our navy binds in ice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'll find 'tis then too late to take advice."<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The clock strikes two!—Gage smote upon his breast,<span class='linenum'>225</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cried,—"What fate determines, must be best—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now attend—a counsel I impart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That long has laid the heaviest at my heart—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three weeks—ye gods!—nay, three long years it seems<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since roast-beef I have touched except in dreams.<span class='linenum'>230</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><span class="i0">In sleep, choice dishes to my view repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waking, I gape and champ the empty air.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, is it just that I, who rule these bands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should live on husks, like rakes in foreign lands?—<a name="FNanchor_95_128" id="FNanchor_95_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_128" class="fnanchor">[96]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, let us plan some project ere we sleep,<span class='linenum'>235</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drink destruction to the rebel sheep.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"On neighbouring isles uncounted cattle stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fat beeves and swine, an ill-defended prey—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><span class="i0">These are fit visions for my noon day dish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These, if my soldiers act as I would wish,<span class='linenum'>240</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one short week should glad your maws and mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On mutton we will sup—on roast beef dine."<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Shouts of applause re-echoed through the hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what pleased one as surely pleased them all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wallace was named to execute the plan,<span class='linenum'>245</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus sheep-stealing pleased them to a man.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Now slumbers stole upon the great man's eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His powdered foretop nodded from on high,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><span class="i0">His lids just opened to find how matters were,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissolve, he said, and so dissolved ye are,<span class='linenum'>250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then downward sunk to slumbers dark and deep,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each nerve relaxed—and even his guts asleep.<a name="FNanchor_96_129" id="FNanchor_96_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_129" class="fnanchor">[97]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AF_119" id="Footnote_AF_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AF_119"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> An inhuman, butchering English judge in the time of Charles the first.—<i>Freneau's +<span class="i1">Small bliss is theirs whom Fate's too heavy hand<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confines through life to some small square of land;<br></span> +<span class="i0">More wretched they whom heaven inspires to roam,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet languish out their lives and die at home.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Heaven gave to man this wide extended round,<span class='linenum'>5</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">No climes confine him and no oceans bound;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven gave him forest, mountain, vale, and plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bade him vanquish, if he could, the main;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But sordid cares our short-lived race confine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some toil at trades, some labour in the mine,<span class='linenum'>10</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><span class="i0">The miser hoards, and guards his shining store,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sun still rises where he rose before—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No happier scenes his earth-born fancy fill<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than one dark valley, or one well-known hill.<br></span> +<span class="i0">To other shores his mind, untaught to stray,<span class='linenum'>15</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Dull and inactive, slumbers life away.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But by the aid of yonder glimmering beam<br></span> +<span class="i0">The pole star, faithful to my vagrant dream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wild regent of my heart! in dreams convey<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the herded Britons their bold ranks display;<span class='linenum'>20</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">So late the pride of England's fertile soil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Her grandeur heightened by successive toil)<br></span> +<span class="i0">See how they sicken in these hostile climes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Themes for the stage, and subjects for our rhimes.<br></span> +<span class="i1">What modern poet have the muses led<span class='linenum'>25</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">To draw the curtain that conceals the dead?<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span><span class="i0">What bolder bard to Boston shall repair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To view the peevish, half-starved spectres there?<br></span> +<span class="i1">O thou wronged country! why sustain these ills?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why rest thy navies on their native hills?<span class='linenum'>30</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">See, endless forests shade the uncultured plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Descend, ye forests, and command the main:<br></span> +<span class="i0">A leafy verdure shades the mighty mast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the tall oak bends idly to the blast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's entrails teem with stores for your defence,<span class='linenum'>35</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Descend and drag the stores of war from thence:<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span><span class="i0">Your fertile soil the flowing sail supplies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Europe's arts in every village rise—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No want is yours—Disdain unmanly fear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And swear no tyrant shall reign master here;<span class='linenum'>40</span><br></span> +<span class="i1">Know your own strength—in rocky desarts bred,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall the fierce tiger by the dog be led,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bear all insults from that snarling race<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose courage lies in impudence of face?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No—rather bid the wood's wild native turn,<span class='linenum'>45</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And from his side the unfaithful guardian spurn.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><span class="i1">Now, pleased I wander to the dome of state<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Gage resides, our western potentate—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Chief of ten thousand, all a race of slaves,<a id="FNanchor_86_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_117" class="fnanchor">[87]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Sent to be shrouded in untimely graves;<a id="FNanchor_87_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_118" class="fnanchor">[88]</a><span class='linenum'>50</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Sent by our angry Jove, sent sword in hand<br></span> +<span class="i0">To murder, burn, and ravage through the land.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">You dream of conquest—tell me how or whence—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Act like a man, and get you gone from hence;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A madman sent you to this hostile shore<span class='linenum'>55</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">To vanquish nations, that shall spill your gore.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Go, fiends, and in a social league combined<br></span> +<span class="i0">Destroy, distress, and triumph o'er mankind!—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not our peace this murdering hand restrains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The want of power is made the monster's chains;<span class='linenum'>60</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Compassion is a stranger to his heart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or if it came, he bade the guest depart;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The melting tear, the sympathising groan<br></span> +<span class="i0">Were never yet to Gage or Jefferies<a id="FNanchor_AF_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_AF_119" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> known;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The seas of blood his heart fore-dooms to spill<span class='linenum'>65</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Is but a dying serpent's rage to kill.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What power shall drive these vipers from our shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These monsters swoln with carnage, death, and gore!<br></span> +<span class="i1">Twelve was the hour—congenial darkness reigned,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span><span class="i0">And no bright star a mimic day-light feigned—<span class='linenum'>70</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">First, Gage we saw—a crimson chair of state<br></span> +<span class="i0">Received the honour of his Honour's weight;<br></span> +<span class="i0">This man of straw the regal purple bound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But dullness, deepest dullness, hovered round.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Next Graves, who wields the trident of the brine,<span class='linenum'>75</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The tall arch-captain of the embattled line,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All gloomy sate—mumbling of flame and fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Balls, cannon, ships, and all their damned attire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Well pleased to live in never-ending hum,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But empty as the interior of his drum.<span class='linenum'>80</span><br></span> +<span class="i1">Hard by, Burgoyne assumes an ample space,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And seemed to meditate with studious face,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As if again he wished our world to see<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long, dull, dry letters, writ to General Lee—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Huge scrawls of words through endless circuits drawn<span class='linenum'>85</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Unmeaning as the errand he's upon.—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Is he to conquer—he subdue our land?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">This buckram hero, with his lady's hand?<br></span> +<span class="i0">By Cesars to be vanquished is a curse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But by a scribbling fop—by heaven, is worse!<a id="FNanchor_88_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_120" class="fnanchor">[89]</a><span class='linenum'>90</span><br></span> +<span class="i1">Lord Piercy seemed to snore—but may the Muse<br></span> +<span class="i0">This ill-timed snoring to the peer excuse;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tired was the long boy of his toilsome day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full fifteen miles he fled—a tedious way;<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could he then the dews of Somnus shun,<span class='linenum'>95</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps not used to walk—much less to run.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Red-faced as suns, when sinking to repose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reclined the infernal captain of the <i>Rose</i>,<a id="FNanchor_AG_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_AG_121" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">In fame's proud temple aiming for a niche,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With those who find her at the cannon's breech;<span class='linenum'>100</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Skilled to direct the cannonading shot,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No Turkish rover half so murdering hot,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pleased with base vengeance on defenceless towns,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His heart was malice—but his words were, Zounds!<br></span> +<span class="i1">Howe, vexed to see his starving army's doom,<span class='linenum'>105</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">In prayer, besought the skies for elbow room—<a id="FNanchor_89_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_122" class="fnanchor">[90]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Small was his stock, and theirs, of heavenly grace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet just enough to ask a larger place.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He cursed the brainless minister that planned<br></span> +<span class="i0">His bootless errand to this hostile land,<span class='linenum'>110</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><span class="i0">But, awed by Gage, his bursting wrath recoiled,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And in his inmost bosom doubly boiled.<br></span> +<span class="i1">These, chief of all the tyrant-serving train,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Exalted sate—the rest (a pensioned clan),<br></span> +<span class="i0">A sample of the multitude that wait,<span class='linenum'>115</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Pale sons of famine, at perdition's gate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">North's friends down swarming (so our monarch wills),<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hungry as death, from Caledonian hills;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose endless numbers if you bid me tell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll count the atoms of this globe as well,—<span class='linenum'>120</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Knights, captains, 'squires—a wonder-working band,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Held at small wages 'till they gain the land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Flocked pensive round—black spleen assailed their hearts,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(The sport of plough-boys, with their arms and arts)<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span><span class="i0">And made them doubt (howe'er for vengeance hot)<span class='linenum'>125</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Whether they were invincible or not.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Now Gage upstarting from his cushioned seat<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swore thrice, and cried—"'Tis nonsense to be beat!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to be drubbed! pray, warriors, let me know<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which be in fault, myself, the fates, or you—<span class='linenum'>130</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Henceforth let Britain deem her men mere toys—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gods! to be frightened thus by country boys;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why, if your men had had a mind to sup,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They might have eat that scare-crow<a id="FNanchor_90_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_123" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> army up—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three thousand to twelve hundred thus to yield,<span class='linenum'>135</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And twice five hundred stretched upon the field!—<a id="FNanchor_91_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_124" class="fnanchor">[92]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">O shame to Britain, and the British name,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shame damps my heart, and I must die with shame—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to be worsted, thus disgraced and beat!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You have the knack, Lord Piercy,<a id="FNanchor_92_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_125" class="fnanchor">[93]</a> to retreat,<span class='linenum'>140</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><span class="i0">The death you escaped my warmest blood congeals,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven grant me, too, so swift a pair of heels—<a id="FNanchor_93_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_126" class="fnanchor">[94]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">In Chevy-Chace, as, doubtless, you have read,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Piercy would have sooner died than fled—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the virtues of your house decay—<span class='linenum'>145</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! how unlike the Piercy of that day!"<br></span> +<span class="i1">Thus spoke the great man in disdainful tone<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the gay peer—not meant for him alone—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But ere the tumults of his bosom rise<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus from his bench the intrepid peer replies:<span class='linenum'>150</span><br></span> +<span class="i1">"When once the soul has reached the Stygian shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">My prayer book says, it shall return no more—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><span class="i0">When once old Charon hoists his tar-blacked sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And his boat swims before the infernal gale,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell to all that pleased the man above,<span class='linenum'>155</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell to feats of arms, and joys of love!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell the trade that father Cain began,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell to wine, that cheers the heart of man;<br></span> +<span class="i0">All, all farewell!—the pensive shade must go<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where cold Medusa turns to stone below,<span class='linenum'>160</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Belus' maids eternal labours ply<br></span> +<span class="i0">To drench the cask that stays forever dry,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Sysiphus, with many a weary groan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaves up the mount the still recoiling stone!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><span class="i1">"Since, then, this truth no mortal dares deny,<span class='linenum'>165</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">That heroes, kings—and lords, themselves, must die,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And yield to him who dreads no hostile sword,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But treats alike the peasant and the lord;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since even great George must in his turn give place<br></span> +<span class="i0">And leave his crown, his Scotchmen, and his lace,—<span class='linenum'>170</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">How blest is he, how prudent is the man<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who keeps aloof from fate—while yet he can;<br></span> +<span class="i0">One well-aimed ball can make us all no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than shipwrecked scoundrels on that leeward shore.<br></span> +<span class="i1">"But why, my friends, these hard reflections still<span class='linenum'>175</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">On Lexington affairs—'tis Bunker's hill—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><span class="i0">O fatal hill!—one glance at thee restrains<br></span> +<span class="i0">My once warm blood, and chills it in my veins—<br></span> +<span class="i0">May no sweet grass adorn thy hateful crest<br></span> +<span class="i0">That saw Britannia's bravest troops distrest—<span class='linenum'>180</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Or if it does—may some destructive gale<br></span> +<span class="i0">The green leaf wither, and the grass turn pale—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All moisture to your brow may heaven deny,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And God and man detest you, just as I;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis Bunker's hill, this night has brought us here,<span class='linenum'>185</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Pray question him who led your armies there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dare my courage into question call,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or blame Lord Piercy for the fault of all."<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><span class="i1">Howe chanced to nod while heathenish Piercy spoke,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But as his Lordship ceased, his Honour awoke,<span class='linenum'>190</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">(Like those whom sermons into sleep betray)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then rubbed his eyes, and thus was heard to say:<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Shall those who never ventured from the town,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or their ships' sides, now pull our glory down?<br></span> +<span class="i0">We fought our best—so God my honour save!—<span class='linenum'>195</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">No British soldiers ever fought so brave—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resolved I led them to the hostile lines,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(From this day famed where'er great Phœbus shines)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Firm at their head I took my dangerous stand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Marching to death and slaughter, sword in hand,<span class='linenum'>200</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span><span class="i0">But wonted Fortune halted on her way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We fought with madmen, and we lost the day—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Putnam's brave troops, your honours would have swore<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had robbed the clouds of half their nitrous store,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With my bold veterans strewed the astonished plain,<span class='linenum'>205</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">For not one musquet was discharged in vain.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, honoured Gage, why droops thy laurelled head?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Five hundred foes we packed off to the dead.—<a id="FNanchor_94_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_127" class="fnanchor">[95]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Now captains, generals, hear me and attend!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Say, shall we home for other succours send?<span class='linenum'>210</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall other navies cross the stormy main?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">They may, but what shall awe the pride of Spain?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still for dominion haughty Louis pants—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! how I tremble at the thoughts of France.—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span><span class="i0">Shall mighty George, to enforce his injured laws,<span class='linenum'>215</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Transport all Russia to support the cause?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">That allied empire countless shoals may pour<br></span> +<span class="i0">Numerous as sands that strew the Atlantic shore;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But policy inclines my heart to fear<br></span> +<span class="i0">They'll turn their arms against us when they're here—<span class='linenum'>220</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, let's agree—for something must be done<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ere autumn flies, and winter hastens on—<br></span> +<span class="i0">When pinching cold our navy binds in ice,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You'll find 'tis then too late to take advice."<br></span> +<span class="i1">The clock strikes two!—Gage smote upon his breast,<span class='linenum'>225</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And cried,—"What fate determines, must be best—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But now attend—a counsel I impart<br></span> +<span class="i0">That long has laid the heaviest at my heart—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three weeks—ye gods!—nay, three long years it seems<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since roast-beef I have touched except in dreams.<span class='linenum'>230</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><span class="i0">In sleep, choice dishes to my view repair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Waking, I gape and champ the empty air.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Say, is it just that I, who rule these bands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Should live on husks, like rakes in foreign lands?—<a id="FNanchor_95_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_128" class="fnanchor">[96]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, let us plan some project ere we sleep,<span class='linenum'>235</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And drink destruction to the rebel sheep.<br></span> +<span class="i1">"On neighbouring isles uncounted cattle stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fat beeves and swine, an ill-defended prey—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><span class="i0">These are fit visions for my noon day dish,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These, if my soldiers act as I would wish,<span class='linenum'>240</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">In one short week should glad your maws and mine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">On mutton we will sup—on roast beef dine."<br></span> +<span class="i1">Shouts of applause re-echoed through the hall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And what pleased one as surely pleased them all;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wallace was named to execute the plan,<span class='linenum'>245</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And thus sheep-stealing pleased them to a man.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Now slumbers stole upon the great man's eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His powdered foretop nodded from on high,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><span class="i0">His lids just opened to find how matters were,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dissolve, he said, and so dissolved ye are,<span class='linenum'>250</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Then downward sunk to slumbers dark and deep,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each nerve relaxed—and even his guts asleep.<a id="FNanchor_96_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_129" class="fnanchor">[97]</a><br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AF_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AF_119"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> An inhuman, butchering English judge in the time of Charles the first.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AG_121" id="Footnote_AG_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AG_121"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Capt. Wallace.—<i>Freneau's note.</i> Sir James Wallace was a prominent +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AG_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AG_121"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Capt. Wallace.—<i>Freneau's note.</i> Sir James Wallace was a prominent naval officer during the Revolution. In 1774-5 he commanded the <i>Rose,</i> a 20-gun frigate, and greatly annoyed the people of Rhode Island by his detention of shipping and his seizure of private property. His severity and activity @@ -10652,64 +10686,64 @@ made him greatly detested by the colonists during the entire Revolution.</p></di <h4><span class="smcap">Epilogue</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">What are these strangers from a foreign isle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we should fear their hate or court their smile?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pride sent them here, pride blasted in the bud,<span class='linenum'>255</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, if she can, will build her throne in blood,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With slaughtered millions glut her tearless eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid even virtue fall, that she may rise.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What deep offence has fired a monarch's rage?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What moon-struck madness seized the brain of Gage?<span class='linenum'>260</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laughs not the soul when an imprisoned crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Affect to pardon those they can't subdue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thrice repulsed, and hemmed up to their stations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet issue pardons, oaths, and proclamations!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too long our patient country wears their chains,<span class='linenum'>265</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too long our wealth all-grasping Britain drains.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Why still a handmaid to that distant land?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why still subservient to their proud command?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Britain the bold, the generous, and the brave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still treats our country like the meanest slave,<span class='linenum'>270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her haughty lords already share the prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Live on our labours, and with scorn repay;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise, sleeper, rise, while yet the power remains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bind their nobles and their chiefs in chains:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bent on destructive plans, they scorn our plea,<span class='linenum'>275</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis our own efforts that must make us free—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born to contend, our lives we place at stake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rise to conquerors by the stand we make.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The time may come when strangers rule no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor cruel mandates vex from Britain's shore,<span class='linenum'>280</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When commerce may extend her shortened wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her rich freights from every climate bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When mighty towns shall flourish free and great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vast their dominion, opulent their state,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When one vast cultivated region teems<span class='linenum'>285</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From ocean's side to Mississippi streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While each enjoys his vineyard's peaceful shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the meanest has no foe to dread.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And you, who, far from Liberty detained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wear out existence in some slavish land—<span class='linenum'>290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forsake those shores, a self-ejected throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And armed for vengeance, here resent the wrong:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come to our climes, where unchained rivers flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And loftiest groves, and boundless forests grow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here the blest soil your future care demands;<span class='linenum'>295</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, sweep the forests from these shaded lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the kind earth shall every toil repay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And harvests flourish as the groves decay.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">O heaven-born Peace, renew thy wonted charms—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far be this rancour, and this din of arms—<span class='linenum'>300</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To warring lands return, an honoured guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bless our crimson shore among the rest—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long may Britannia rule our hearts again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rule as she ruled in George the Second's reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May ages hence her growing grandeur see,<span class='linenum'>305</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she be glorious—but ourselves as free!<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_85_116" id="Footnote_85_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_116"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> Text from the edition of 1809. The poem was first published in New +<span class="i1">What are these strangers from a foreign isle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That we should fear their hate or court their smile?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pride sent them here, pride blasted in the bud,<span class='linenum'>255</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, if she can, will build her throne in blood,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">With slaughtered millions glut her tearless eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bid even virtue fall, that she may rise.<br></span> +<span class="i1">What deep offence has fired a monarch's rage?<br></span> +<span class="i0">What moon-struck madness seized the brain of Gage?<span class='linenum'>260</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Laughs not the soul when an imprisoned crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">Affect to pardon those they can't subdue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though thrice repulsed, and hemmed up to their stations,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet issue pardons, oaths, and proclamations!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too long our patient country wears their chains,<span class='linenum'>265</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Too long our wealth all-grasping Britain drains.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Why still a handmaid to that distant land?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why still subservient to their proud command?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Britain the bold, the generous, and the brave<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still treats our country like the meanest slave,<span class='linenum'>270</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Her haughty lords already share the prey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Live on our labours, and with scorn repay;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rise, sleeper, rise, while yet the power remains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bind their nobles and their chiefs in chains:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bent on destructive plans, they scorn our plea,<span class='linenum'>275</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis our own efforts that must make us free—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Born to contend, our lives we place at stake,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And rise to conquerors by the stand we make.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">The time may come when strangers rule no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor cruel mandates vex from Britain's shore,<span class='linenum'>280</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">When commerce may extend her shortened wing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And her rich freights from every climate bring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When mighty towns shall flourish free and great,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vast their dominion, opulent their state,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">When one vast cultivated region teems<span class='linenum'>285</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">From ocean's side to Mississippi streams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While each enjoys his vineyard's peaceful shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And even the meanest has no foe to dread.<br></span> +<span class="i1">And you, who, far from Liberty detained,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wear out existence in some slavish land—<span class='linenum'>290</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Forsake those shores, a self-ejected throng,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And armed for vengeance, here resent the wrong:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come to our climes, where unchained rivers flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And loftiest groves, and boundless forests grow.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here the blest soil your future care demands;<span class='linenum'>295</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, sweep the forests from these shaded lands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the kind earth shall every toil repay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And harvests flourish as the groves decay.<br></span> +<span class="i1">O heaven-born Peace, renew thy wonted charms—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far be this rancour, and this din of arms—<span class='linenum'>300</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">To warring lands return, an honoured guest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bless our crimson shore among the rest—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long may Britannia rule our hearts again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rule as she ruled in George the Second's reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">May ages hence her growing grandeur see,<span class='linenum'>305</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And she be glorious—but ourselves as free!<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_85_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_116"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> Text from the edition of 1809. The poem was first published in New York in 1775 by Anderson, under the title, "A Voyage to Boston, a poem," and a second edition was printed the same year in Philadelphia for William Woodhouse. The revision of the poem in the 1786 edition of Freneau's works @@ -10724,7 +10758,7 @@ follows: </p> <h3>A VOYAGE TO BOSTON, A POEM</h3> <h4><span class="smcap">Argument</span></h4> -<p class="nblockquot">Introductory reflections. A traveller undertakes a voyage to Boston: arrives +<p class="nblockquot">Introductory reflections. A traveller undertakes a voyage to Boston: arrives in a river of Massachusetts: has there a sight of the native Genius of North-America, who presents him with a mantle, and acquaints him with its virtue of rendering the wearer invisible; desires him to visit the town @@ -10762,172 +10796,172 @@ and sincere hope of reconcilation with Great Britain before a wicked ministry render it too late. Conclusion.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">How curs'd the man whom fate's unhappy doom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confines, unluckly, to his native home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How doubly curs'd by cross grain'd stars is he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom fate ties down, tho' struggling to be free!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven gave to man this vast extended round.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No climes confine him and no oceans bound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven gave him forest, mountain, vale and plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade him vanquish, if he could, the main:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, miser, hoard and heap thy riches still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">View the sun rise above thy well known hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vile as the swine, enjoy thy gloomy den,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweat in the compass of a squalid pen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till sick of life, on terms with death agree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave thy fortune, not thy heart, to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">So mus'd the bard who this rough verse indites,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Asserting freedom, and his country's rights:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor mus'd in vain; the fruitful musings brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To practice what in theory he thought;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave desire, a keen desire, to roam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hundred or two hundred leagues from home.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where should he go? The eastern hills reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, pensive traveller, with thy tearful eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, and fair Boston from our summit see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No city sits so widow-like as she;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her trading navies spread their sails no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remotest nations cease to seek her shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep are her weeds—in darkest sable clad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O come and view the Queen of all that's sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long are her nights, that yield no chearful sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like endless nights in tombs below the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Low burns her lamp before th' insulting rout;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, the lamp dies, and every light goes out!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Britain come, and, if you can, relent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This rage, that better might on Spain be spent.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Touch'd with the mountain's melancholy prayer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Perhaps a mountain or Dame Fancy there)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I refuse, since mutual grief endears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To seek New Albion's Lady all in tears?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But doubts perplexing hover'd o'er my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether to chuse the aid of horse or wind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That suits the best with bards of place and state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This must be needy Rhymers compensate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since Jove his ancient bounty has deny'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grants no modern Pegasus to ride.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dark was the night, the winds tempestuous roar'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From western skies, and warn'd us all aboard;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread were the sails, the nimble vessel flies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er Neptune's bosom and reflected skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor halt I here to tell you how she roves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er Tython's chambers and his coral groves.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let some prose wand'rer long-sun journals keep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I haste me, like the vessel, o'er the deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor tire you with descriptions of the coast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New mountains gain'd or hills in æther lost,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The muse can only hint at scenes like these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not stop to spend her poem in their praise:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three days we cut the brine with steady prore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fourth beheld as on New Albion's shore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guard me, ye heavens, shield this defenceless head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While travelling o'er these sanguine plains of dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor only me, may heaven defend us all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the harsh rigour of King George's ball.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Far in the depth of an aspiring wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where roll'd its waves a silver winding flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our weary vessel urg'd its darksome way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And safely anchor'd in a shady bay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Landing, I left the weather-beaten crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pensive rov'd as home-sick travellers do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all at once before my wand'ring eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Genius of the river seem'd to rise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tall and erect, untaught by years to bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not a smile relax'd his clouded brow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His swarthy features vengeful deeds forebode,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Terror march'd on before him as he trode;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His rattling quiver at his shoulder hung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His pointed spear and glitt'ring helmet rung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tall oaks trembled at the warlike shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thus the Genius of the water said:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"O curious stranger, come from far to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What grieves us all, but none so much as me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The free-born Genius of the woods am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who scorn to dwell in lands of slavery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, tho' unseen, command the heart to dare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spread the soul of freedom thro' the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That each may taste and value if he can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This sovereign good that constitutes the man:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, in the center of tyrannic sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I spread my spirit and forbid dismay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every bosom dart may influence round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the sun beams that fructify the ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But waft a timorous and ignoble breath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where conscience, conscience bids them shrink at death.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"O stranger, led by Heaven's supreme decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go, view the dire effects of tyranny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strait to the town direct thy fated way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But heark attentive, listen and obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I to thy care commit this magic vest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To guard thee 'midst yon' spires, a viewless guest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whene'er its wreathy folds thy limbs embrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No mortal eye thy roving step shall trace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unseen as ghosts that quit the clay below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet seeing all securely thou shalt go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There watch the motions of the hostile lines,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Observe their counsels, watch their deep designs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trace all their schemes, the lawless strength survey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of licens'd robbers howling for their prey."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">So spoke the Genius of the shaded wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the vest of wondrous virtue gave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which scarce my limbs enwrapt, when I began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To move as ne'er before did mortal man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light as the air, as free as winds I stray'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pierc'd firmest rocks and walls for prisons made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soar'd high, nor ask'd the feeble aid of art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trac'd all secrets but the human heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then to the town I held my hasty course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Boston's town subdu'd by lawless force;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close by a centinel I took my stride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wretch ne'er saw me tho' I graz'd his side:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for my vest, what pains had been my lot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What gibes, what sneers, reproaches, and what not?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or in their place the robbers had constrained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To turn a Tory, which my heart disdained.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Now stalk'd I on towards the dome of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Gage resides, our western Potentate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A second Cortez,[a] sent by heaven's command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To murder, rage, and ravage o'er our land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A very Cortez—what's the difference?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wants his courage and he wants his sense;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E'en Cortez would our tyrant's part disdain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That murder'd strangers; this his countrymen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the rest resemblance so exact,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No glass Venetian could more true reflect.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all their rest, congenial souls combin'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scourge, the curse and scandal of our kind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Cortez was sent by Spain's black brotherhood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose faith is murder, whose religion blood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent unprovok'd, with his Iberian train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fat the soil with millions of the slain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Mexico! arouse thy sanguine head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peru, disclose thy hosts of murder'd dead!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let your vast plains all white with human bones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bleeding lie, and ask sepulchral stones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Force a dumb voice and echo to the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blasting curse of papal tyranny;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let your rocks, and let your hills proclaim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Gage and Cortez' errand is the same.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Say then what cause this murd'rous band restrains?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The want of power is made the monster's chains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The streams of blood his heart foredooms to spill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is but a dying serpent's rage to kill:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What power shall drive this serpent from our shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This scorpion, swoln with carnage, death, and gore?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve was the hour,—infernal darkness reign'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Low hung the clouds, the stars their light restrain'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High in the dome a dire assembly sat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A stupid council on affairs of state;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To their dim lamps I urg'd my fearless way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And marching 'twixt their guards without delay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Step'd boldly in, and safely veil'd from view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood in the center of the black-guard crew.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">First, Gage was there—a mimic chair of state,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">How curs'd the man whom fate's unhappy doom<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confines, unluckly, to his native home,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How doubly curs'd by cross grain'd stars is he,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whom fate ties down, tho' struggling to be free!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven gave to man this vast extended round.<br></span> +<span class="i0">No climes confine him and no oceans bound;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven gave him forest, mountain, vale and plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bade him vanquish, if he could, the main:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then, miser, hoard and heap thy riches still,<br></span> +<span class="i0">View the sun rise above thy well known hill,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vile as the swine, enjoy thy gloomy den,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sweat in the compass of a squalid pen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till sick of life, on terms with death agree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And leave thy fortune, not thy heart, to me.<br></span> +<span class="i1">So mus'd the bard who this rough verse indites,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Asserting freedom, and his country's rights:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor mus'd in vain; the fruitful musings brought<br></span> +<span class="i0">To practice what in theory he thought;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gave desire, a keen desire, to roam<br></span> +<span class="i0">A hundred or two hundred leagues from home.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where should he go? The eastern hills reply,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, pensive traveller, with thy tearful eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, and fair Boston from our summit see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No city sits so widow-like as she;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her trading navies spread their sails no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Remotest nations cease to seek her shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deep are her weeds—in darkest sable clad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">O come and view the Queen of all that's sad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long are her nights, that yield no chearful sound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like endless nights in tombs below the ground,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Low burns her lamp before th' insulting rout;<br></span> +<span class="i0">See, the lamp dies, and every light goes out!<br></span> +<span class="i0">O Britain come, and, if you can, relent<br></span> +<span class="i0">This rage, that better might on Spain be spent.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Touch'd with the mountain's melancholy prayer<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Perhaps a mountain or Dame Fancy there)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could I refuse, since mutual grief endears,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To seek New Albion's Lady all in tears?<br></span> +<span class="i0">But doubts perplexing hover'd o'er my mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whether to chuse the aid of horse or wind;<br></span> +<span class="i0">That suits the best with bards of place and state,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This must be needy Rhymers compensate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since Jove his ancient bounty has deny'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And grants no modern Pegasus to ride.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Dark was the night, the winds tempestuous roar'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">From western skies, and warn'd us all aboard;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spread were the sails, the nimble vessel flies<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er Neptune's bosom and reflected skies;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor halt I here to tell you how she roves<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er Tython's chambers and his coral groves.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let some prose wand'rer long-sun journals keep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I haste me, like the vessel, o'er the deep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor tire you with descriptions of the coast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">New mountains gain'd or hills in æther lost,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The muse can only hint at scenes like these,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not stop to spend her poem in their praise:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Three days we cut the brine with steady prore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fourth beheld as on New Albion's shore.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Guard me, ye heavens, shield this defenceless head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While travelling o'er these sanguine plains of dead;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor only me, may heaven defend us all<br></span> +<span class="i0">From the harsh rigour of King George's ball.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Far in the depth of an aspiring wood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where roll'd its waves a silver winding flood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our weary vessel urg'd its darksome way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And safely anchor'd in a shady bay.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Landing, I left the weather-beaten crew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pensive rov'd as home-sick travellers do;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When all at once before my wand'ring eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Genius of the river seem'd to rise;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tall and erect, untaught by years to bow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But not a smile relax'd his clouded brow:<br></span> +<span class="i0">His swarthy features vengeful deeds forebode,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Terror march'd on before him as he trode;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His rattling quiver at his shoulder hung,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His pointed spear and glitt'ring helmet rung;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tall oaks trembled at the warlike shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When thus the Genius of the water said:<br></span> +<span class="i2">"O curious stranger, come from far to see<br></span> +<span class="i0">What grieves us all, but none so much as me!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The free-born Genius of the woods am I,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who scorn to dwell in lands of slavery;<br></span> +<span class="i0">I, tho' unseen, command the heart to dare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And spread the soul of freedom thro' the air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That each may taste and value if he can,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This sovereign good that constitutes the man:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here, in the center of tyrannic sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I spread my spirit and forbid dismay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To every bosom dart may influence round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like the sun beams that fructify the ground;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But waft a timorous and ignoble breath<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where conscience, conscience bids them shrink at death.<br></span> +<span class="i2">"O stranger, led by Heaven's supreme decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Go, view the dire effects of tyranny,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Strait to the town direct thy fated way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But heark attentive, listen and obey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I to thy care commit this magic vest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To guard thee 'midst yon' spires, a viewless guest;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whene'er its wreathy folds thy limbs embrace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No mortal eye thy roving step shall trace;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unseen as ghosts that quit the clay below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet seeing all securely thou shalt go.<br></span> +<span class="i0">There watch the motions of the hostile lines,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Observe their counsels, watch their deep designs;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Trace all their schemes, the lawless strength survey<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of licens'd robbers howling for their prey."<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">So spoke the Genius of the shaded wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And then the vest of wondrous virtue gave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which scarce my limbs enwrapt, when I began<br></span> +<span class="i0">To move as ne'er before did mortal man.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Light as the air, as free as winds I stray'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pierc'd firmest rocks and walls for prisons made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Soar'd high, nor ask'd the feeble aid of art,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And trac'd all secrets but the human heart.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the town I held my hasty course,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Boston's town subdu'd by lawless force;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Close by a centinel I took my stride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The wretch ne'er saw me tho' I graz'd his side:<br></span> +<span class="i0">But for my vest, what pains had been my lot.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What gibes, what sneers, reproaches, and what not?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or in their place the robbers had constrained<br></span> +<span class="i0">To turn a Tory, which my heart disdained.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now stalk'd I on towards the dome of state,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Gage resides, our western Potentate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A second Cortez,[a] sent by heaven's command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To murder, rage, and ravage o'er our land;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A very Cortez—what's the difference?<br></span> +<span class="i0">He wants his courage and he wants his sense;<br></span> +<span class="i0">E'en Cortez would our tyrant's part disdain.<br></span> +<span class="i0">That murder'd strangers; this his countrymen;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In all the rest resemblance so exact,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No glass Venetian could more true reflect.<br></span> +<span class="i0">In all their rest, congenial souls combin'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scourge, the curse and scandal of our kind.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Cortez was sent by Spain's black brotherhood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose faith is murder, whose religion blood;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sent unprovok'd, with his Iberian train,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To fat the soil with millions of the slain:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Poor Mexico! arouse thy sanguine head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Peru, disclose thy hosts of murder'd dead!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let your vast plains all white with human bones,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That bleeding lie, and ask sepulchral stones,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Force a dumb voice and echo to the sky,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The blasting curse of papal tyranny;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And let your rocks, and let your hills proclaim,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That Gage and Cortez' errand is the same.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Say then what cause this murd'rous band restrains?<br></span> +<span class="i0">The want of power is made the monster's chains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The streams of blood his heart foredooms to spill,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is but a dying serpent's rage to kill:<br></span> +<span class="i0">What power shall drive this serpent from our shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This scorpion, swoln with carnage, death, and gore?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Twelve was the hour,—infernal darkness reign'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Low hung the clouds, the stars their light restrain'd:<br></span> +<span class="i0">High in the dome a dire assembly sat,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A stupid council on affairs of state;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To their dim lamps I urg'd my fearless way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And marching 'twixt their guards without delay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Step'd boldly in, and safely veil'd from view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stood in the center of the black-guard crew.<br></span> +<span class="i2">First, Gage was there—a mimic chair of state,<br></span> </div></div> <div class="ifootnote"><p>[a] Hernando Cortez, one of the original conquerors of Spanish America, who depopulated @@ -10941,8 +10975,8 @@ senseless as the echo of a drum"; 81, "his ample chair supplies"; 82, "in studious guise"; 83, "to grant the world to see"; 87-90,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"His arm and pen of equal strength we call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This kills with dullness, just like that with hall."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"His arm and pen of equal strength we call,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This kills with dullness, just like that with hall."<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">91, "O conscious muse"; 93, "the Hero"; 95, "How should"; 97, "as @@ -10951,8 +10985,8 @@ those who find it"; 104, "His forked tongue hiss'd nothing else but Zounds!"; 105, "his army's fatal doom"; 106, "Ceas'd to beseech"; 107-108,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"(How could the skies refuse the pious man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When half the pray'r was blood! and death! and damn!)"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"(How could the skies refuse the pious man<br></span> +<span class="i0">When half the pray'r was blood! and death! and damn!)"<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">110, "sleeveless errand to a distant land"; 113, "the Pandemonian crew"; @@ -10962,28 +10996,28 @@ crowd"; 124, "Black as the horrors of a wintry cloud"; 125, "for doubts had place to grow"; 126, "or no"; 127-131,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gage starts, rebounding from his ample seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swears thrice, and cries—"Ye furies, are we beat?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrice are we drubb'd?—Pray gentles let me know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether it be the fault of fate or you?"<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He ceas'd, the anger flash'd from both his eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Percy to his query thus replies,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Let gods and men attest the words I say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our soldiers flinch'd not from the dubious fray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had each a head of tempered steel possest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A heart of brass, and admantine breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More courage ne'er had urg'd them to the fray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More true-born valour made them scorn dismay."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">"Whoe'er," said Greaves, "their cowardice denies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Lord, or Knight, or 'Squire. I say he lies:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could the wretches help but marching on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When at their backs your swords were ready drawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pierce the man that flinch'd a single pace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From all hell's light'ning blazing in his face?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death on my life! My Lord, had I been there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'd sent New-England's army thro' the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrench'd their black hearts from this infernal brood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turn'd their streams to Oliverian blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gage starts, rebounding from his ample seat,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swears thrice, and cries—"Ye furies, are we beat?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice are we drubb'd?—Pray gentles let me know,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whether it be the fault of fate or you?"<br></span> +<span class="i2">He ceas'd, the anger flash'd from both his eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While Percy to his query thus replies,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Let gods and men attest the words I say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our soldiers flinch'd not from the dubious fray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had each a head of tempered steel possest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A heart of brass, and admantine breast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">More courage ne'er had urg'd them to the fray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">More true-born valour made them scorn dismay."<br></span> +<span class="i2">"Whoe'er," said Greaves, "their cowardice denies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or Lord, or Knight, or 'Squire. I say he lies:<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could the wretches help but marching on,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When at their backs your swords were ready drawn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To pierce the man that flinch'd a single pace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From all hell's light'ning blazing in his face?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death on my life! My Lord, had I been there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'd sent New-England's army thro' the air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wrench'd their black hearts from this infernal brood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And turn'd their streams to Oliverian blood.<br></span> </div></div> <p>Here follow lines 131-200 above, with the following variations: 131, "but @@ -10996,23 +11030,23 @@ replies"; 149, 150, not in the original version; 151, "old Styx's shore"; helps out life's short span"; following 158,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Farewell my steeds that stretch across the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More swift than navies bounding o'er the main."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Farewell my steeds that stretch across the plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">More swift than navies bounding o'er the main."<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">160, "dull Medusa"; 163, 164, not in original version; 165-168,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Since then, this truth is by mankind confess'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ev'ry Lord must yet be Pluto's guest."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Since then, this truth is by mankind confess'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That ev'ry Lord must yet be Pluto's guest."<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">170, "And leave his coursers starting for the race"; 172, "aloof from Styx"; 174, "Than leaky vessels;" 177, "thy ghastly sight restrains;" following 178,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"May no gay flowers or vernal blooming tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scent thy vile air or shade the face of thee!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"May no gay flowers or vernal blooming tree<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scent thy vile air or shade the face of thee!"<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">180, "nodded o'er Britannia's troops"; 183, "to your breast"; 185, "has @@ -11021,58 +11055,58 @@ down"; 196, "more brave"; 199, "my bloody stand." In place of lines 201-208, the 1775 version has the following:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Till met the strength of each opposing force,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like blazing-stars in their etherial course<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all on fire with rapid swiftness fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then clash and shake the concave of the sky.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twice we gave way, twice shunn'd the infernal rout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twice you would have cry'd all hell's broke out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fought like those who press for death's embrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And laugh the grizly monarch in the face.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Putnam's brave troops, your honor would have swore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had robb'd the clouds of half their sulph'rous store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call'd thunder down whence Jove his vengeance spreads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drove it mix'd with lightning on our heads!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What tho' Cop's-hill its black artillery play'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouding the plains in worse than Stygian shade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' floating batteries rais'd their dismal roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' all the navy bellow'd from the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They roar'd in vain, death claim'd from them no share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But helpless, spent their force in empty air.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! what scenes of slaughter I beheld,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What sudden carnage flush'd the glutted field!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven gave the foe to thin my warlike train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For not a musket was discharg'd in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, that short hour, while heaven forbore to smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made many widows in Britannia's isle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shewing all what power supreme can do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave many orphans to those widows too.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But Gage arouse, come lift thy languid head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full fifty foes we pack'd off to the dead:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who feeling death, from their hot posts, withdrew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Warren with the discontented crew—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blest be the hand that laid his head so low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not fifty common deaths could please me so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to be short, so quick our men came in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hostile army was so very thin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We fix'd our bay'nets and resum'd the fray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then forc'd their lines and made the dogs give way."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Next rose Burgoyne and rais'd his brazen voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cry'd, "We have no reason to rejoice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warren is dead—in that we all agree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not fate itself is half so fix'd as he;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my suspecting heart bids me foredoom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand Warrens rising in his room—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven knows I left my native country's air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In full belief of things that never were;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceiv'd by Grant, I've sail'd thus far in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like a fool may now sail back again—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grant call'd them cowards—curse the stupid ass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their sides are Iron and their hearts are brass—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cowards he said, and lest that should not do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He pawn'd his oath and swore that they were so:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, were he here, I'd make him change his note,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disgorge his lie or cut the rascal's throat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till met the strength of each opposing force,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like blazing-stars in their etherial course<br></span> +<span class="i0">That all on fire with rapid swiftness fly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then clash and shake the concave of the sky.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Twice we gave way, twice shunn'd the infernal rout,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And twice you would have cry'd all hell's broke out.<br></span> +<span class="i0">They fought like those who press for death's embrace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And laugh the grizly monarch in the face.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Putnam's brave troops, your honor would have swore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had robb'd the clouds of half their sulph'rous store,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Call'd thunder down whence Jove his vengeance spreads,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And drove it mix'd with lightning on our heads!<br></span> +<span class="i2">What tho' Cop's-hill its black artillery play'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Clouding the plains in worse than Stygian shade;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' floating batteries rais'd their dismal roar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' all the navy bellow'd from the shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They roar'd in vain, death claim'd from them no share,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But helpless, spent their force in empty air.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! what scenes of slaughter I beheld,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What sudden carnage flush'd the glutted field!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven gave the foe to thin my warlike train,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For not a musket was discharg'd in vain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, that short hour, while heaven forbore to smile,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Made many widows in Britannia's isle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And shewing all what power supreme can do,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gave many orphans to those widows too.<br></span> +<span class="i2">But Gage arouse, come lift thy languid head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full fifty foes we pack'd off to the dead:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who feeling death, from their hot posts, withdrew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Warren with the discontented crew—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Blest be the hand that laid his head so low,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not fifty common deaths could please me so—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But to be short, so quick our men came in,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The hostile army was so very thin;<br></span> +<span class="i0">We fix'd our bay'nets and resum'd the fray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then forc'd their lines and made the dogs give way."<br></span> +<span class="i2">Next rose Burgoyne and rais'd his brazen voice,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And cry'd, "We have no reason to rejoice.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Warren is dead—in that we all agree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not fate itself is half so fix'd as he;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But my suspecting heart bids me foredoom<br></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand Warrens rising in his room—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven knows I left my native country's air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In full belief of things that never were;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deceiv'd by Grant, I've sail'd thus far in vain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And like a fool may now sail back again—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Grant call'd them cowards—curse the stupid ass,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their sides are Iron and their hearts are brass—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cowards he said, and lest that should not do,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He pawn'd his oath and swore that they were so:<br></span> +<span class="i0">O, were he here, I'd make him change his note,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Disgorge his lie or cut the rascal's throat.<br></span> </div></div> <p>Here follow lines 209-252 above, with the following variations: 209, "But @@ -11087,234 +11121,234 @@ victims"; 240, "if the Gods would act"; 241, "shall glad your hearts"; slumbers deep, And in his arms embrac'd the powers of sleep."</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Boston's southern end there stands a tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long sacred held to darling Liberty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its branching arms with verdant leaves were crown'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imparting shade and grateful coolness round:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To its fam'd trunk, invisible as air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I from the sleepy council did repair.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at its root, fair Freedom's shrine, I paid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My warmest vows, and blest the virtuous shade.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now shin'd the gay fac'd sun with morning light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Nature joy'd exulting at the sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When swift as wind, to vent their base-born rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Tory Williams[b] and the Butcher Gage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rush'd to the tree, a nameless number near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tories and Negroes following in the rear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each, axe in hand, attack'd the honour'd tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swearing eternal war with Liberty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor ceas'd their strokes, 'till each repeated wound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tumbled its honours headlong to the ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But e'er it fell, not mindless of its wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aveng'd it took one destin'd head along.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Tory soldier on its topmost limb—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Genius of the shade look'd stern at him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mark'd him out that self same hour to dine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where unsnuff'd lamps burn low at Pluto's shrine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then tripp'd his feet from off their cautious stand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale turn'd the wretch—he spread each helpless hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But spread in vain, with headlong force he fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor stopp'd descending 'till he stopp'd in Hell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Next, curious to explore, I wander'd where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our injur'd countrymen imprison'd are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some closely coop'd in the unwelcome town;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some in dark dungeons held ignobly down;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gage holds them there, and all recess denies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For 'tis in these the coward's safety lies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were these once out, how would our troops consign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each licens'd robber to the gulphy brine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or drive them foaming to the ships for aid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To beg of stormy Greaves to cannonade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And midnight vengeance point, like Vandeput,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Voiding his hell-hounds to their devilish glut.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A deed like that the muse must blush to name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bids me stamp a coward on thy fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rage, ruffian, rage, nor lay thy thunder down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till all our Tories howl and flee the town.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What is a Tory? Heavens and earth reveal!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What strange blind monster does that name conceal?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There! there he stands—for Augury prepare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come lay his heart and inmost entrails bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, by the forelock, seize the Stygian hound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You bind his arms and bind the dragon down.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surgeon, attend with thy dissecting knife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aim well the stroke that damps the springs of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extract his fangs, dislodge his teeth of prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clap in your pincers, and then tear away.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soldier, stand by, the monster may resist.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You draw your back-sword, and I'll draw my fist.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo! mixt with air his worthless ghost has fled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surgeon, his paleness speaks the monster dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Part, part the sutures of his brazen scull,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard as a rock, impenetrably dull.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold out his brain, and let his brethren see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That tortoise brain, no larger than a pea—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, rake his entrails, whet thy knife again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let's see what evils threat the next campaign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ministerial force shall prove too great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if the Congress save their mighty freight:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See on his breast, deep grav'd with iron pen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Passive obedience to the worst of men."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There to his lights direct thy searching eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Slavery I love, and freedom I despise."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">View next his heart, his midriff just above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To my own country I'll a traitor prove."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard by his throat, for utterance meant, I spy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I'll fight for tyrants and their ministry."<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His crowded guts unnumber'd scrawls contain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scandal of our country and the bane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His bleeding entrails shew some great design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shall abortive prove, as I divine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, freedom lost, nor danger do I see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If we can only with ourselves agree.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How like St. George, invincible I stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This home bred dragon stretch'd beneath my hand!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here may he lie, and let no traveller dare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grass green hillock o'er his carcase rear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or heap up piles of monumental stones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shield from Phœbus and the stars his bones.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This feat perform'd, I girt my magic gown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And march'd, unlicens'd, from the guarded town.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To our fam'd camp I held my eager course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Curious to view the courage and the force<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those, whose hearts are flush'd with freedom's flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who yet stand foremost in the field of fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deeply griev'd with their departing laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arm in conviction of a righteous cause.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But e'er I reach'd the great encampment's bound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The friendly Genius on the way I found;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Graceful he smil'd his azure locks he shook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While from his lips these flowing accents broke:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O mortal! guided by the fates and me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To view what thousands wish in vain to see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now to my care the magic vest restore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chearful return to what thou wast before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I to the shades this wond'rous mantle bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hang it safe in Fancy's temple there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor let its loss provoke thee to repine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vest was Jove's, the will to lend it mine."<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So said the God, and blending with the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I walk'd conspicuous and reveal'd to sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more impervious to the human view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But seeing all, and seen by others too.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now throngs on throngs on ev'ry side surround,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the burthen groans the heaving ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those fam'd afar to drive the deadly shot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With truest level to the central spot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those whom Virginia's vast dominion sends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From her chaste streams and intervening lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those who conscious of their country's claim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Pennsylvania's happy climate came.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These, and ten thousand more were scatter'd round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In black battalions on the tented ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepar'd, whene'er the trumpet's iron roar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should summon forth to all the woes of war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hear with joy the loud alarming call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rush perhaps to their own funeral.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just in the center of the camp arose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An elm, whose shade invited to repose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thither I rov'd, and at the cool retreat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A brave, tho' rough-cast, soldier chanc'd to meet:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No fop in arms, no feather on his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No glittering toys the manly warrior had,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His auburne face the least employ'd his care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He left it to the females to be fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho't the men, whom shining trifles sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But pageant soldiers for a sun-shine day.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Marking my pensive step, his hand he laid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his hard breast, and thus the warrior said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Stranger, observe, behold these warlike fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark well the ills, that civil discord yields:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No crimes of our's this vengeful doom require,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our city ravag'd and our towns on fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Troops pour'd on troops to Britain's lasting shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That threaten all with universal flame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are the kings, the monarchs of the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exerting power in lawless tyranny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These, hot for power, and burning for command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would rule the ocean and subject the land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But while this arm the strength of man retains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While true-born courage revels through my veins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll spill my blood yon' hostile force to quell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lawless power by lawful strength repel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This rough, black cannon shall our cause defend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This black, rough cannon is my truest friend.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This, arm'd with vengeance, belching death afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confus'd their thousands marching to the war:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, deeply griev'd, the tears bedew my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this, the greatest of calamities;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That our keen weapons, meant for other ends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should spend their rage on Britons, once our friends;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Liberty!—no price hast thou below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And e'en a Briton's life for thee must go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, then, my weapons, rise in Freedom's aid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her steps attend and be her call obey'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let Carleton arm his antichristian might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sprinkle holy-water 'ere he fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let him have, to shield his limbs from hurt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">St. Stephen's breeches,[c] and St. Stephen's shirt,[c]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don Quixote's sword, the valiant knight of Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which now may grace a madman's side again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">St. Bernard's hose,[c] and lest we give too few,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">John Faustus' cap, and Satan's cloven shoe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(These precious relicks may defend their backs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And good Guy Johnson should, I think, go snacks)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, let him, ere the clashing armies cope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Procure a pardon from his friend the Pope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if his soul should be dislodg'd from hence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven may with all his scarlet sins dispense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And place him safe beyond the reach of ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Abrah'm's bosom may be had for all.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some powerful cause disarms my heart of fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bids me bring some future battle near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When crowds of dead shall veil the ghastful plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mighty Lords like Percy, fly again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When every pulse with treble force shall beat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each exert his valour to retreat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each shall wish his stature may be made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long as it seems at Sol's descending shade:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So tallest trees that tour toward the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From simple acorns take their humble rise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see from death their boasted valour shrink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And basely fly, has sometimes made me think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The true great heart is often found remote<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the gay trappings of a scarlet coat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stranger, in pity lend one pensive sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all that dy'd and all that yet may die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If wars intestine long their rage retain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This land must turn a wilderness again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While civil discord plumes her snaky head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What streams of human gore most yet be shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sanguine floods shall Mystick's waves be dy'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ting'd the ocean, with her purple tide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough.—The prospect fills my heart with woe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Back to the heart my freezing spirits flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more remains; no more than this, that all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must fight like Romans, or like Romans fall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O heaven-born peace, renew thy wonted charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Neptune westward spreads his aged arms;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hostile lands return an honour'd guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bless our crimson shores among the rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till then may heaven assert our injur'd claims,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And second every stroke Columbia aims,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Direct our counsels and our leaders sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confound our foes and fill them with dismay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So shall past years, those happy years, return,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And war's red lamp in Boston cease to burn:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear and attest the warmest wish I bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God save the Congress and reform the King!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long may Britannia rule our hearts again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rule as she rul'd in George the Second's reign;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May ages hence her growing empire see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she be glorious, but ourselves be free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that just scale an equal balance hold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grant these climes a second age of gold."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">He ceas'd, and now the sun's declining beam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fainter radiance shot a trembling gleam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thickening stars proclaim'd the day expir'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to their tented mansions all retir'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Boston's southern end there stands a tree<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long sacred held to darling Liberty;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Its branching arms with verdant leaves were crown'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Imparting shade and grateful coolness round:<br></span> +<span class="i0">To its fam'd trunk, invisible as air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I from the sleepy council did repair.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And at its root, fair Freedom's shrine, I paid<br></span> +<span class="i0">My warmest vows, and blest the virtuous shade.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now shin'd the gay fac'd sun with morning light.<br></span> +<span class="i0">All Nature joy'd exulting at the sight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When swift as wind, to vent their base-born rage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Tory Williams[b] and the Butcher Gage<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rush'd to the tree, a nameless number near,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tories and Negroes following in the rear—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each, axe in hand, attack'd the honour'd tree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swearing eternal war with Liberty;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ceas'd their strokes, 'till each repeated wound<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tumbled its honours headlong to the ground;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But e'er it fell, not mindless of its wrong,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Aveng'd it took one destin'd head along.<br></span> +<span class="i0">A Tory soldier on its topmost limb—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Genius of the shade look'd stern at him,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mark'd him out that self same hour to dine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where unsnuff'd lamps burn low at Pluto's shrine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then tripp'd his feet from off their cautious stand;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pale turn'd the wretch—he spread each helpless hand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But spread in vain, with headlong force he fell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor stopp'd descending 'till he stopp'd in Hell.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Next, curious to explore, I wander'd where<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our injur'd countrymen imprison'd are,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some closely coop'd in the unwelcome town;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some in dark dungeons held ignobly down;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gage holds them there, and all recess denies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For 'tis in these the coward's safety lies;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Were these once out, how would our troops consign<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each licens'd robber to the gulphy brine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or drive them foaming to the ships for aid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To beg of stormy Greaves to cannonade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And midnight vengeance point, like Vandeput,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Voiding his hell-hounds to their devilish glut.<br></span> +<span class="i2">A deed like that the muse must blush to name,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bids me stamp a coward on thy fame;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rage, ruffian, rage, nor lay thy thunder down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till all our Tories howl and flee the town.<br></span> +<span class="i2">What is a Tory? Heavens and earth reveal!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What strange blind monster does that name conceal?<br></span> +<span class="i0">There! there he stands—for Augury prepare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come lay his heart and inmost entrails bare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I, by the forelock, seize the Stygian hound;<br></span> +<span class="i0">You bind his arms and bind the dragon down.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Surgeon, attend with thy dissecting knife,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Aim well the stroke that damps the springs of life,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Extract his fangs, dislodge his teeth of prey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Clap in your pincers, and then tear away.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Soldier, stand by, the monster may resist.<br></span> +<span class="i0">You draw your back-sword, and I'll draw my fist.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! mixt with air his worthless ghost has fled;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Surgeon, his paleness speaks the monster dead;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Part, part the sutures of his brazen scull,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hard as a rock, impenetrably dull.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hold out his brain, and let his brethren see<br></span> +<span class="i0">That tortoise brain, no larger than a pea—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, rake his entrails, whet thy knife again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let's see what evils threat the next campaign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If ministerial force shall prove too great,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or if the Congress save their mighty freight:<br></span> +<span class="i0">See on his breast, deep grav'd with iron pen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Passive obedience to the worst of men."<br></span> +<span class="i0">There to his lights direct thy searching eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Slavery I love, and freedom I despise."<br></span> +<span class="i0">View next his heart, his midriff just above,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To my own country I'll a traitor prove."<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hard by his throat, for utterance meant, I spy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll fight for tyrants and their ministry."<br></span> +<span class="i0">His crowded guts unnumber'd scrawls contain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scandal of our country and the bane;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His bleeding entrails shew some great design,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which shall abortive prove, as I divine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, freedom lost, nor danger do I see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If we can only with ourselves agree.<br></span> +<span class="i0">How like St. George, invincible I stand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This home bred dragon stretch'd beneath my hand!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here may he lie, and let no traveller dare<br></span> +<span class="i0">The grass green hillock o'er his carcase rear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or heap up piles of monumental stones,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To shield from Phœbus and the stars his bones.<br></span> +<span class="i0">This feat perform'd, I girt my magic gown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And march'd, unlicens'd, from the guarded town.<br></span> +<span class="i0">To our fam'd camp I held my eager course,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Curious to view the courage and the force<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of those, whose hearts are flush'd with freedom's flame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who yet stand foremost in the field of fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And deeply griev'd with their departing laws,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Arm in conviction of a righteous cause.<br></span> +<span class="i2">But e'er I reach'd the great encampment's bound<br></span> +<span class="i0">The friendly Genius on the way I found;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Graceful he smil'd his azure locks he shook,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While from his lips these flowing accents broke:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"O mortal! guided by the fates and me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To view what thousands wish in vain to see;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now to my care the magic vest restore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Chearful return to what thou wast before,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I to the shades this wond'rous mantle bear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hang it safe in Fancy's temple there;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let its loss provoke thee to repine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The vest was Jove's, the will to lend it mine."<br></span> +<span class="i2">So said the God, and blending with the light,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I walk'd conspicuous and reveal'd to sight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more impervious to the human view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But seeing all, and seen by others too.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Now throngs on throngs on ev'ry side surround,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the burthen groans the heaving ground,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those fam'd afar to drive the deadly shot,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With truest level to the central spot;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those whom Virginia's vast dominion sends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From her chaste streams and intervening lands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And those who conscious of their country's claim,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From Pennsylvania's happy climate came.<br></span> +<span class="i0">These, and ten thousand more were scatter'd round<br></span> +<span class="i0">In black battalions on the tented ground,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Prepar'd, whene'er the trumpet's iron roar<br></span> +<span class="i0">Should summon forth to all the woes of war,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To hear with joy the loud alarming call,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And rush perhaps to their own funeral.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Just in the center of the camp arose<br></span> +<span class="i0">An elm, whose shade invited to repose;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thither I rov'd, and at the cool retreat<br></span> +<span class="i0">A brave, tho' rough-cast, soldier chanc'd to meet:<br></span> +<span class="i0">No fop in arms, no feather on his head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No glittering toys the manly warrior had,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His auburne face the least employ'd his care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He left it to the females to be fair;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tho't the men, whom shining trifles sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But pageant soldiers for a sun-shine day.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Marking my pensive step, his hand he laid<br></span> +<span class="i0">On his hard breast, and thus the warrior said:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Stranger, observe, behold these warlike fields,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mark well the ills, that civil discord yields:<br></span> +<span class="i0">No crimes of our's this vengeful doom require,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our city ravag'd and our towns on fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Troops pour'd on troops to Britain's lasting shame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That threaten all with universal flame;<br></span> +<span class="i0">These are the kings, the monarchs of the sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Exerting power in lawless tyranny,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These, hot for power, and burning for command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would rule the ocean and subject the land;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But while this arm the strength of man retains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While true-born courage revels through my veins,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll spill my blood yon' hostile force to quell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lawless power by lawful strength repel;<br></span> +<span class="i0">This rough, black cannon shall our cause defend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This black, rough cannon is my truest friend.<br></span> +<span class="i0">This, arm'd with vengeance, belching death afar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confus'd their thousands marching to the war:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, deeply griev'd, the tears bedew my eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For this, the greatest of calamities;<br></span> +<span class="i0">That our keen weapons, meant for other ends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Should spend their rage on Britons, once our friends;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But Liberty!—no price hast thou below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And e'en a Briton's life for thee must go.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, then, my weapons, rise in Freedom's aid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her steps attend and be her call obey'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let Carleton arm his antichristian might,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sprinkle holy-water 'ere he fight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And let him have, to shield his limbs from hurt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">St. Stephen's breeches,[c] and St. Stephen's shirt,[c]<br></span> +<span class="i0">Don Quixote's sword, the valiant knight of Spain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which now may grace a madman's side again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">St. Bernard's hose,[c] and lest we give too few,<br></span> +<span class="i0">John Faustus' cap, and Satan's cloven shoe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">(These precious relicks may defend their backs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And good Guy Johnson should, I think, go snacks)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, let him, ere the clashing armies cope,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Procure a pardon from his friend the Pope,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That if his soul should be dislodg'd from hence,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven may with all his scarlet sins dispense,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And place him safe beyond the reach of ball,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Abrah'm's bosom may be had for all.<br></span> +<span class="i2">Some powerful cause disarms my heart of fear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bids me bring some future battle near,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When crowds of dead shall veil the ghastful plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mighty Lords like Percy, fly again;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When every pulse with treble force shall beat<br></span> +<span class="i0">And each exert his valour to retreat.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And each shall wish his stature may be made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long as it seems at Sol's descending shade:<br></span> +<span class="i0">So tallest trees that tour toward the skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From simple acorns take their humble rise.<br></span> +<span class="i0">To see from death their boasted valour shrink,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And basely fly, has sometimes made me think,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The true great heart is often found remote<br></span> +<span class="i0">From the gay trappings of a scarlet coat.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stranger, in pity lend one pensive sigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For all that dy'd and all that yet may die,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If wars intestine long their rage retain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This land must turn a wilderness again.<br></span> +<span class="i0">While civil discord plumes her snaky head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What streams of human gore most yet be shed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With sanguine floods shall Mystick's waves be dy'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ting'd the ocean, with her purple tide;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Enough.—The prospect fills my heart with woe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Back to the heart my freezing spirits flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more remains; no more than this, that all<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must fight like Romans, or like Romans fall:<br></span> +<span class="i0">O heaven-born peace, renew thy wonted charms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Neptune westward spreads his aged arms;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To hostile lands return an honour'd guest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bless our crimson shores among the rest;<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till then may heaven assert our injur'd claims,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And second every stroke Columbia aims,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Direct our counsels and our leaders sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confound our foes and fill them with dismay.<br></span> +<span class="i0">So shall past years, those happy years, return,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And war's red lamp in Boston cease to burn:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hear and attest the warmest wish I bring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">God save the Congress and reform the King!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long may Britannia rule our hearts again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rule as she rul'd in George the Second's reign;<br></span> +<span class="i0">May ages hence her growing empire see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And she be glorious, but ourselves be free,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In that just scale an equal balance hold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And grant these climes a second age of gold."<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">He ceas'd, and now the sun's declining beam<br></span> +<span class="i0">With fainter radiance shot a trembling gleam,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The thickening stars proclaim'd the day expir'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And to their tented mansions all retir'd.<br></span> </div></div> <div class="ifootnote"><p>[b] A notable Tory in Boston.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> @@ -11323,242 +11357,242 @@ slumbers deep, And in his arms embrac'd the powers of sleep."</p> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_86_117" id="Footnote_86_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_117"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> "Huns."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_86_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_117"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> "Huns."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_87_118" id="Footnote_87_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_118"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> "Slaughter'd by our Rifle-guns."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_87_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_118"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> "Slaughter'd by our Rifle-guns."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_88_120" id="Footnote_88_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_120"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> "Proud of his soldiership, Burgoyne rated himself higher yet in his character +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_88_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_120"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> "Proud of his soldiership, Burgoyne rated himself higher yet in his character as an author."—<i>Trevelyan.</i> He was a voluminous letter-writer, and his vivid and interesting letters, of which great numbers have been preserved, throw much light upon the period.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_89_122" id="Footnote_89_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_122"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> This expression belongs to Burgoyne rather than Howe. "Burgoyne +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_89_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_122"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> This expression belongs to Burgoyne rather than Howe. "Burgoyne took no pains to hide them [his sentiments] in any company. He exclaimed to the first colonist whom he met ... 'Let us get in and we will soon find elbow-room.' The saying caught the public ear, and the time was not far distant when its author learned to his cost that it is more easy to coin a phrase than to recall it from circulation."—<i>Trevelyan, Am. Rev.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_90_123" id="Footnote_90_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_123"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> "School-boy army."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_90_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_123"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> "School-boy army."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_91_124" id="Footnote_91_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_124"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> The first detachment of troops, which left Boston on the night of April +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_91_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_124"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> The first detachment of troops, which left Boston on the night of April 18th, consisted of 800 men; the reinforcements that met them just beyond Lexington consisted of 1,200 men. "On this eventful day, the British lost 273 of their number, while the Americans lost 93."—<i>Fiske's American Revolution.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_92_125" id="Footnote_92_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_125"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> Lord Percy was at the head of the reinforcements which rescued the +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_92_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_125"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> Lord Percy was at the head of the reinforcements which rescued the British regulars on their retreat from Concord and Lexington, and it was under his leadership that the disastrous retreat was continued to Boston.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_93_126" id="Footnote_93_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_126"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> "I believe the fact, stripped of all coloring," Washington wrote six +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_93_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_126"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> "I believe the fact, stripped of all coloring," Washington wrote six weeks later on, "to be plainly this: that if the retreat had not been as precipitate as it was (and God knows it could not have been more so), the ministerial troops must have surrendered or been totally cut off."—<i>Trevelyan's American Revolution.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_94_127" id="Footnote_94_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_127"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> "In this battle, in which not more than one hour was spent in actual +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_94_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_127"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> "In this battle, in which not more than one hour was spent in actual fighting, the British loss in killed and wounded was 1,054.... The American loss, mainly incurred at the rail fence and during the hand-to-hand struggle at the redoubt, was 449."—<i>Fiske's American Revolution.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_95_128" id="Footnote_95_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_128"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> Burgoyne, in one of his letters, declares that "a pound of fresh mutton +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_95_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_128"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> Burgoyne, in one of his letters, declares that "a pound of fresh mutton could only be bought for its weight in gold."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_96_129" id="Footnote_96_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96_129"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> Gage's inertness and procrastination were a constant source of ridicule +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_96_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96_129"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> Gage's inertness and procrastination were a constant source of ridicule both in England and America. No man was ever more severely criticised. Hume even branded him as a contemptible coward.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_SILENT_ACADEMY97" id="THE_SILENT_ACADEMY97"></a>THE SILENT ACADEMY<a name="FNanchor_97_130" id="FNanchor_97_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_130" class="fnanchor">[98]</a></h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">Subjected to despotic sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compelled all mandates to obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once in this dome I humbly bowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A member of the murmuring crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Pedro Blanco held his reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tyrant of a small domain.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">By him a numerous herd controuled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The smart, the stupid, and the bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Essayed some little share to gain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the vast treasures of his brain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some learned the Latin, some the Greek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some in flowery style to speak;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some writ their themes, while others read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some with Euclid stuffed the head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some toiled in verse, and some in prose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some in logick sought repose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some learned to cypher, some to draw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some began to study law.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But all is ruined, all is done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tutor to the shades is gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all his pupils, led astray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have each found out a different way.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Some are in chains of wedlock bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some are hanged and some are drowned;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some are advanced to posts and places,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some in pulpits screw their faces;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some at the bar a living gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perplexing what they should explain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To soldiers turned, a bolder band<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repel the invaders of the land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some to the arts of physic bred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despatch their patients to the dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some plough the land, and some the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some are slaves, and some are free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some court the great, and some the muse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some subsist by mending shoes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While others—but so vast the throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Cobblers shall conclude my song.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_97_130" id="Footnote_97_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97_130"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> In the 1786 edition the title is "The Desolate Academy." In place of +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_SILENT_ACADEMY97"></a>THE SILENT ACADEMY<a id="FNanchor_97_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_130" class="fnanchor">[98]</a></h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Subjected to despotic sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Compelled all mandates to obey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once in this dome I humbly bowed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A member of the murmuring crowd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Pedro Blanco held his reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tyrant of a small domain.<br></span> +<span class="i1">By him a numerous herd controuled,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The smart, the stupid, and the bold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Essayed some little share to gain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of the vast treasures of his brain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some learned the Latin, some the Greek,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some in flowery style to speak;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Some writ their themes, while others read,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some with Euclid stuffed the head;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some toiled in verse, and some in prose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some in logick sought repose;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some learned to cypher, some to draw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some began to study law.<br></span> +<span class="i1">But all is ruined, all is done,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tutor to the shades is gone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all his pupils, led astray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Have each found out a different way.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Some are in chains of wedlock bound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some are hanged and some are drowned;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some are advanced to posts and places,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some in pulpits screw their faces;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some at the bar a living gain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perplexing what they should explain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To soldiers turned, a bolder band<br></span> +<span class="i0">Repel the invaders of the land;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some to the arts of physic bred,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Despatch their patients to the dead;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some plough the land, and some the sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some are slaves, and some are free;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some court the great, and some the muse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And some subsist by mending shoes—<br></span> +<span class="i0">While others—but so vast the throng,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Cobblers shall conclude my song.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_97_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97_130"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> In the 1786 edition the title is "The Desolate Academy." In place of the first six lines above, the 1786 edition had the following: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Subjected to despotic rule<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once in this dome I went to school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where <i>Pedro Passive</i> held his reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tyrant of a small domain."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Subjected to despotic rule<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once in this dome I went to school,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where <i>Pedro Passive</i> held his reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tyrant of a small domain."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="LINES_TO_A_COASTING_CAPTAIN98" id="LINES_TO_A_COASTING_CAPTAIN98"></a>LINES TO A COASTING CAPTAIN<a name="FNanchor_98_131" id="FNanchor_98_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_131" class="fnanchor">[99]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="LINES_TO_A_COASTING_CAPTAIN98"></a>LINES TO A COASTING CAPTAIN<a id="FNanchor_98_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_131" class="fnanchor">[99]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">Shipwrecked and Nearly Drowned on Hatteras Shoals</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So long harassed by winds and seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis time, at length, to take your ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Change ruffian waves for quiet groves<a name="FNanchor_99_132" id="FNanchor_99_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_132" class="fnanchor">[100]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And war's loud blast for sylvan loves.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So long harassed by winds and seas,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time, at length, to take your ease,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Change ruffian waves for quiet groves<a id="FNanchor_99_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_132" class="fnanchor">[100]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">And war's loud blast for sylvan loves.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In all your rounds, 'tis passing strange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No fair one tempts you to a change—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madness it is, you must agree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lodge alone 'till forty-three.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In all your rounds, 'tis passing strange<br></span> +<span class="i0">No fair one tempts you to a change—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Madness it is, you must agree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To lodge alone 'till forty-three.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old Plato said, no blessing here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could equal Love—if but sincere;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And writings penn'd by heaven, have shown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That man can ne'er be blest alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Plato said, no blessing here<br></span> +<span class="i0">Could equal Love—if but sincere;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And writings penn'd by heaven, have shown<br></span> +<span class="i0">That man can ne'er be blest alone.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O'er life's meridian have you pass'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night of death advances fast!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No props you plant for your decline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No partner soothes these cares of thine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er life's meridian have you pass'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The night of death advances fast!<br></span> +<span class="i0">No props you plant for your decline,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No partner soothes these cares of thine.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If Neptune's self, who ruled the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kept sea-nymphs there to ease his pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yourself, who skim that empire o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might surely keep one nymph on shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If Neptune's self, who ruled the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Kept sea-nymphs there to ease his pain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yourself, who skim that empire o'er,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Might surely keep one nymph on shore.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Myrtilla fair, in yonder grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has so much beauty, so much love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, on her lip, the meanest fly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is happier far than you or I.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myrtilla fair, in yonder grove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Has so much beauty, so much love,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That, on her lip, the meanest fly<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is happier far than you or I.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_98_131" id="Footnote_98_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98_131"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> In the 1786 edition the title is "The Sea-Faring Bachelor;" in 1795 it +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_98_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98_131"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> In the 1786 edition the title is "The Sea-Faring Bachelor;" in 1795 it was changed to "Advice to a Friend."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_99_132" id="Footnote_99_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99_132"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_99_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99_132"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And seek a bride—for few can find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea a mistress to their mind."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And seek a bride—for few can find<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sea a mistress to their mind."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="TO_THE_AMERICANS100" id="TO_THE_AMERICANS100"></a>TO THE AMERICANS<a name="FNanchor_100_133" id="FNanchor_100_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_133" class="fnanchor">[101]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="TO_THE_AMERICANS100"></a>TO THE AMERICANS<a id="FNanchor_100_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_133" class="fnanchor">[101]</a></h3> -<h4><span class="smcap">On the Rumoured Approach of the Hessian Forces,<br /> +<h4><span class="smcap">On the Rumoured Approach of the Hessian Forces,<br> Waldeckers, &c. (Published 1775)</span></h4> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>The blast of death! the infernal guns prepare—</i><br /></span> -<span class="i10"><i>"Rise with the storm and all its dangers share."</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>The blast of death! the infernal guns prepare—</i><br></span> +<span class="i10"><i>"Rise with the storm and all its dangers share."</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<p class="cblockquot">Occasioned by General Gage's Proclamation that the Provinces were<br /> -in a state of Rebellion, and out of the King's protection.<a name="FNanchor_101_134" id="FNanchor_101_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_134" class="fnanchor">[102]</a></p> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">Rebels you are—the British champion<a name="FNanchor_102_135" id="FNanchor_102_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_135" class="fnanchor">[103]</a> cries—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Truth, stand thou forth!—and tell the wretch, He lies:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rebels!—and see this mock imperial lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already threats these rebels with the cord.<a name="FNanchor_103_136" id="FNanchor_103_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_136" class="fnanchor">[104]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><span class="i1">The hour draws nigh, the glass is almost run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When truth will shine, and ruffians<a name="FNanchor_104_137" id="FNanchor_104_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_137" class="fnanchor">[105]</a> be undone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When this base miscreant<a name="FNanchor_105_138" id="FNanchor_105_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_138" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> will forbear to sneer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And curse his taunts and bitter insults here.<a name="FNanchor_106_139" id="FNanchor_106_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_139" class="fnanchor">[107]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i1">If to controul the cunning of a knave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom respect, and scorn the name of slave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If to protest against a tyrant's laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And arm for vengeance in a righteous cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be deemed Rebellion—'tis a harmless thing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This bug-bear name, like death, has lost its sting.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Americans! at freedom's fane adore!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But trust to Britain, and her flag,<a name="FNanchor_107_140" id="FNanchor_107_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_140" class="fnanchor">[108]</a> no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The generous genius of their isle has fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left a mere impostor in his stead.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">If conquered, rebels (their Scotch records show),<a name="FNanchor_108_141" id="FNanchor_108_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_141" class="fnanchor">[109]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Receive no mercy from the parent <a name="FNanchor_AH_142" id="FNanchor_AH_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_AH_142" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>foe;<a name="FNanchor_109_143" id="FNanchor_109_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_143" class="fnanchor">[110]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, even the grave, that friendly haunt of peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Where Nature gives the woes of man to cease,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vengeance will search—and buried corpses there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be raised, to feast the vultures of the air—<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><span class="i0">Be hanged on gibbets, such a war they wage—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such are the devils that swell our souls with rage!<a name="FNanchor_110_144" id="FNanchor_110_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_110_144" class="fnanchor">[111]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i1">If Britain conquers, help us, heaven, to fly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lend us your wings, ye ravens of the sky;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If Britain conquers—we exist no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These lands will redden with their children's gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, turned to slaves, their fruitless toils will moan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toils in these fields that once they called their own!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To arms! to arms! and let the murdering sword<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decide who best deserves the hangman's cord:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor think the hills of Canada too bleak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When desperate Freedom is the prize you seek;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that, the call of honour bids you go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er frozen lakes and mountains wrapt in snow:<a name="FNanchor_111_145" id="FNanchor_111_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_111_145" class="fnanchor">[112]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No toils should daunt the nervous and the bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They scorn all heat or wave-congealing cold.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Haste!—to your tents in iron fetters bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These slaves, that serve a tyrant and a king;<a name="FNanchor_112_146" id="FNanchor_112_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_112_146" class="fnanchor">[113]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So just, so virtuous is your cause, I say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hell must prevail if Britain gains the day.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AH_142" id="Footnote_AH_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AH_142"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> After the battle of Culloden: See Smollett's History of England.—<i>Freneau's +<p class="cblockquot">Occasioned by General Gage's Proclamation that the Provinces were<br> +in a state of Rebellion, and out of the King's protection.<a id="FNanchor_101_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_134" class="fnanchor">[102]</a></p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Rebels you are—the British champion<a id="FNanchor_102_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_135" class="fnanchor">[103]</a> cries—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Truth, stand thou forth!—and tell the wretch, He lies:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rebels!—and see this mock imperial lord<br></span> +<span class="i0">Already threats these rebels with the cord.<a id="FNanchor_103_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_136" class="fnanchor">[104]</a><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><span class="i1">The hour draws nigh, the glass is almost run,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When truth will shine, and ruffians<a id="FNanchor_104_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_137" class="fnanchor">[105]</a> be undone;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When this base miscreant<a id="FNanchor_105_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_138" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> will forbear to sneer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And curse his taunts and bitter insults here.<a id="FNanchor_106_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_139" class="fnanchor">[107]</a><br></span> +<span class="i1">If to controul the cunning of a knave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Freedom respect, and scorn the name of slave;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If to protest against a tyrant's laws,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And arm for vengeance in a righteous cause,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be deemed Rebellion—'tis a harmless thing:<br></span> +<span class="i0">This bug-bear name, like death, has lost its sting.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Americans! at freedom's fane adore!<br></span> +<span class="i0">But trust to Britain, and her flag,<a id="FNanchor_107_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_140" class="fnanchor">[108]</a> no more;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The generous genius of their isle has fled,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And left a mere impostor in his stead.<br></span> +<span class="i1">If conquered, rebels (their Scotch records show),<a id="FNanchor_108_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_141" class="fnanchor">[109]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Receive no mercy from the parent <a id="FNanchor_AH_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_AH_142" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>foe;<a id="FNanchor_109_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_143" class="fnanchor">[110]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, even the grave, that friendly haunt of peace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Where Nature gives the woes of man to cease,)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vengeance will search—and buried corpses there<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be raised, to feast the vultures of the air—<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><span class="i0">Be hanged on gibbets, such a war they wage—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such are the devils that swell our souls with rage!<a id="FNanchor_110_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_110_144" class="fnanchor">[111]</a><br></span> +<span class="i1">If Britain conquers, help us, heaven, to fly:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lend us your wings, ye ravens of the sky;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If Britain conquers—we exist no more;<br></span> +<span class="i0">These lands will redden with their children's gore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, turned to slaves, their fruitless toils will moan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Toils in these fields that once they called their own!<br></span> +<span class="i1">To arms! to arms! and let the murdering sword<br></span> +<span class="i0">Decide who best deserves the hangman's cord:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor think the hills of Canada too bleak<br></span> +<span class="i0">When desperate Freedom is the prize you seek;<br></span> +<span class="i0">For that, the call of honour bids you go<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er frozen lakes and mountains wrapt in snow:<a id="FNanchor_111_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_111_145" class="fnanchor">[112]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">No toils should daunt the nervous and the bold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They scorn all heat or wave-congealing cold.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Haste!—to your tents in iron fetters bring<br></span> +<span class="i0">These slaves, that serve a tyrant and a king;<a id="FNanchor_112_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_112_146" class="fnanchor">[113]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">So just, so virtuous is your cause, I say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hell must prevail if Britain gains the day.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AH_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AH_142"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> After the battle of Culloden: See Smollett's History of England.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_100_133" id="Footnote_100_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100_133"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> The first trace that I can find of this poem is in the Oct. 18, 1775, issue +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_100_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100_133"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> The first trace that I can find of this poem is in the Oct. 18, 1775, issue of Anderson's <i>Constitutional Gazette</i>, where it has the title, "Reflections on Gage's Letter to Gen. Washington of Aug. 13." It was published in the 1786 edition with the title, "On the Conqueror of America shut up in Boston. Published in New York, <i>August</i> 1775." The 1795 edition changed the title to "The Misnomer." I have followed the title and text of the 1809 edition.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_101_134" id="Footnote_101_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101_134"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> General Gage's proclamation, issued June 12, 1775, was as follows: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_101_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101_134"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> General Gage's proclamation, issued June 12, 1775, was as follows: "Whereas the infatuated multitudes, who have long suffered themselves to be conducted by certain well-known incendiaries and traitors, in a fatal progression of crimes against the constitutional authority of the state, have at length @@ -11569,9 +11603,9 @@ counsels, it only remains for those who are intrusted with the supreme rule, as well for the punishment of the guilty as the protection of the well-affected, to prove that they do not bear the sword in vain."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_102_135" id="Footnote_102_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102_135"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> "The hopeful general."—<i>Constitutional Gazette.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_102_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102_135"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> "The hopeful general."—<i>Constitutional Gazette.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_103_136" id="Footnote_103_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103_136"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> On June 11, Washington had written Gage, among other things, "that +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_103_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103_136"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> On June 11, Washington had written Gage, among other things, "that the officers engaged in the cause of liberty and their country, who by the fortune of war had fallen into your hands, have been thrown indiscriminately into a common gaol appropriated for felons," and threatening retaliation in like @@ -11582,311 +11616,311 @@ in the captive. Upon these principles your prisoners, whose lives, by the law of the land, <i>are destined to the cord</i>, have hitherto been treated with care and kindness," &c.—<i>Duyckinck.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_104_137" id="Footnote_104_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104_137"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> "Gage shall be."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_104_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104_137"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> "Gage shall be."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_105_138" id="Footnote_105_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105_138"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> "Black monster."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_105_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105_138"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> "Black monster."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_106_139" id="Footnote_106_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106_139"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> The <i>Gazette</i> version adds here the lines, +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_106_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106_139"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> The <i>Gazette</i> version adds here the lines, </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Nay, with himself, ere freedom sent to quell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had seen the lowest lurking place of hell."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nay, with himself, ere freedom sent to quell<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had seen the lowest lurking place of hell."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_107_140" id="Footnote_107_140"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107_140"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> "British clemency."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_107_140"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107_140"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> "British clemency."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_108_141" id="Footnote_108_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108_141"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> "Their past records show."—<i>Ed, 1786.</i> "Gage already lets us know."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_108_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108_141"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> "Their past records show."—<i>Ed, 1786.</i> "Gage already lets us know."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_109_143" id="Footnote_109_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109_143"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> "The viper foe."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_109_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109_143"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> "The viper foe."—<i>Gazette.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_110_144" id="Footnote_110_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110_144"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> This and the preceding line not in the earlier versions. In place of them +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_110_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110_144"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> This and the preceding line not in the earlier versions. In place of them the <i>Gazette</i> has the lines: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Spoil'd of their shrouds and o'er Canadia's plains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be hung aloft to terrify in chains."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Spoil'd of their shrouds and o'er Canadia's plains<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be hung aloft to terrify in chains."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_111_145" id="Footnote_111_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111_145"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> The <i>Gazette</i> version ends the poem from this point as follows: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_111_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111_145"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> The <i>Gazette</i> version ends the poem from this point as follows: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Let Baker's head be snatch'd from infamy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Carleton's Popish scull be fixt on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all like him o'er St. John's castle swing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To show that freedom is no trifling thing."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Let Baker's head be snatch'd from infamy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Carleton's Popish scull be fixt on high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all like him o'er St. John's castle swing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To show that freedom is no trifling thing."<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_112_146" id="Footnote_112_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112_146"><span class="label">[113]</span></a> "Their tyrant of a king."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_112_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112_146"><span class="label">[113]</span></a> "Their tyrant of a king."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_VERNAL_AGUE" id="THE_VERNAL_AGUE"></a>THE VERNAL AGUE</h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_VERNAL_AGUE"></a>THE VERNAL AGUE</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the pheasant<a name="FNanchor_113_147" id="FNanchor_113_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_113_147" class="fnanchor">[114]</a> roosts at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely, drowsy, out of sight,<a name="FNanchor_114_148" id="FNanchor_114_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_114_148" class="fnanchor">[115]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the evening breezes sigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Solitary, there stray I.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the pheasant<a id="FNanchor_113_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_113_147" class="fnanchor">[114]</a> roosts at night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lonely, drowsy, out of sight,<a id="FNanchor_114_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_114_148" class="fnanchor">[115]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the evening breezes sigh<br></span> +<span class="i0">Solitary, there stray I.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Close along the shaded stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Source of many a youthful dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where branchy cedars dim the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There I muse, and there I stray.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Close along the shaded stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Source of many a youthful dream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where branchy cedars dim the day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There I muse, and there I stray.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet, what can please amid this bower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That charmed the eye for many an hour!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The budding leaf is lost to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dead the bloom on every tree.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, what can please amid this bower,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That charmed the eye for many an hour!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The budding leaf is lost to me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dead the bloom on every tree.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The winding stream, that glides along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lark, that tunes her early song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mountain's brow, the sloping vale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The murmuring of the western gale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The winding stream, that glides along,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The lark, that tunes her early song,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mountain's brow, the sloping vale,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The murmuring of the western gale,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have lost their charms!—the blooms are gone!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trees put a darker aspect on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stream disgusts that wanders by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every zephyr brings a sigh.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have lost their charms!—the blooms are gone!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Trees put a darker aspect on,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The stream disgusts that wanders by,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And every zephyr brings a sigh.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great guardian of our feeble kind!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Restoring Nature, lend thine aid!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And o'er the features of the mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Renew those colours, that must fade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When vernal suns forbear to roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And endless winter chills the soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great guardian of our feeble kind!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Restoring Nature, lend thine aid!<br></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er the features of the mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">Renew those colours, that must fade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When vernal suns forbear to roll,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And endless winter chills the soul.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_113_147" id="Footnote_113_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113_147"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> "Blackbird."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_113_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113_147"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> "Blackbird."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_114_148" id="Footnote_114_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114_148"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> "In groves of half distinguish'd light."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_114_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114_148"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> "In groves of half distinguish'd light."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="GENERAL_GAGES_CONFESSION115" id="GENERAL_GAGES_CONFESSION115"></a>GENERAL GAGE'S CONFESSION<a name="FNanchor_115_149" id="FNanchor_115_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_115_149" class="fnanchor">[116]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="GENERAL_GAGES_CONFESSION115"></a>GENERAL GAGE'S CONFESSION<a id="FNanchor_115_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_115_149" class="fnanchor">[116]</a></h3> -<p class="cblockquot">Being the Substance of His Excellency's Last Conference with his<br /> +<p class="cblockquot">Being the Substance of His Excellency's Last Conference with his<br> Ghostly Father, Father Francis</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Compassion!—'tis a stranger to my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if it comes—unwelcome guest depart,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boston, farewell, thy final doom is pass'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">North hears my prayers, and I'm recall'd at last;<a name="FNanchor_116_150" id="FNanchor_116_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_116_150" class="fnanchor">[117]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailor on high thy canvas wings display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howl, ye west winds, and hurry me away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise, boisterous clouds, and bellowing from on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whisk me along, ye tyrants of the sky—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quick! let me leave these friendless shores that shed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand curses on my hated head.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But why so swift, why ask I gales so strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since conscience, cruel conscience, goes along?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must conscience rack my bosom o'er the deep?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I live in hell while she forbears to sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, Father Francis, be my heart display'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My burden'd conscience asks thy pious aid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, if confession can discharge my sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will confess till hell itself shall grin,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And own the world has found in me again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A second Nero; nay, another Cain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why swells thy breast with such distressing woe?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your honour surely has the sense to know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your sins are venial—trust me when I say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your deepest sins may all be purged away.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if misfortunes rouse this nightly grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sure Friar Francis can afford relief:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought e're this that leaders of renown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would scorn to bow to giddy fortune's frown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See yon bright star (the dewy eve begun)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walks his gay round and sparkles in the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faints not, encircled by the ambient blaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' pestering clouds may sometimes blunt his rays;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But come, confession makes the conscience light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confess, my son, and be absolv'd this night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">First of the first, I tell it in your ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For tho' we whisper, heaven, you know, can hear)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This faultless country ne'er deserv'd my hate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just are its pleas; unmerited its fate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When North ordained me to this thankless place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My conscience rose and star'd me in the face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spite of all I did to quench its flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Convinc'd me I was wrong before I came.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what, alas, can mortal heroes do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are but men, as sacred writings shew,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' I refus'd, they urged me yet the more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, even the king descended to implore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often with him in his closet pent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was plagu'd to death to rule this armament;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who could a monarch's favourite wish deny?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I yielded just for peace—ay, faith did I—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If this be sin, O tell me, reverend sage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What will, alas, become of guilty Gage?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If this be sin—'tis sin, I make no doubt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But trust me, honour'd sir, I'll help you out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even tho' your arms had rag'd from town to town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mow'd like flags these rebel nations down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And joyful bell return'd the murdering din,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you yourself the master butcher been,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All should be well—from sins like this, I ween,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dozen masses shall discharge you clean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small pains in purgatory you'll endure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hell, you know, is only for the poor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pay well the priest and fear no station there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For heaven must yield to vehemence of prayer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heaven grant that this may be my smallest sin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, good friar, I'm yet deeper in—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come round my bed, with friendly groans condole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gratify my paunch, I've wrong'd my soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arms I may wield and murder by command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread devastation thro' a guiltless land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whole ranks to hell with howling cannon sweep—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what had I to do with stealing sheep?<a name="FNanchor_117_151" id="FNanchor_117_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_117_151" class="fnanchor">[118]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've read my orders, conn'd them o'er with care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not a word of stealing sheep is there;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, holy friar, can you make a shift<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To help a sinner at so dead a lift?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or must I onward to perdition go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With theft and murder to complete my woe?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Murder—nay, hold!—your honour is too sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things are not yet, I hope, become so bad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Murder, indeed—you've stole, and that I know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, sir, believe me, you've not struck a blow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some few Americans have bled, 'tis true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But 'twas the soldiers killed them, and not you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well said, but will this subtile reasoning stand?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not the soldiers murder by command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By my command?—Friar, they did, I swear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I must answer for their deeds, I fear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let each man answer for his proper deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From sins of murder I pronounce you freed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this same reasoning will your honour keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From imputations of purloining sheep:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wallace for this to Rome shall post away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for this crying sin severely pay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho' his zeal may think his penance slight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hair cloth and logs shall be his bed at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coarse fare by day—till his repeated groans<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Convince the world he for this sin atones.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas, poor Wallace, how I pity thee!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let him go—'tis better him than me;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, let him harbour in some convent there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fleas monastic bite him till he swear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, friar, have you patience for the rest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half my transgressions are not yet confest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not half!—you are a harmless man, I'm told—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray, cut them short—the supper will be cold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some devil, regardless of exalted station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In evil hour assail'd me with temptation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To issue forth a damned proclamation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What prince, what king, from Belzebub is free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tempted Judas, and has tempted me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This, this, O friar, was a deadly flaw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This for the civil founded martial law,<a name="FNanchor_118_152" id="FNanchor_118_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_118_152" class="fnanchor">[119]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">This crime will Gage to Lucifer consign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And purgatory must for this be mine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next—and for this I breathe my deepest sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah cruel, flinty, hard, remorseless I!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could I crowd my dungeons dark and low<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With wounded captives of our injur'd foe?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could my heart, more hard than hardened steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laugh at the pangs that mangled captives feel?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why sneer'd I at my fellow men distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why banished pity from this iron breast!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O friar, could heaven approve my acting so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven still to mercy swift, to vengeance slow?—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O no—you say, then cease your soothing chat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cowards are cruel, I can instance that.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But hold! why did I, when the fact was done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deny it all to gallant Washington?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why did I stuff the epistolary page<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With vile invectives only worthy Gage?<a name="FNanchor_119_153" id="FNanchor_119_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_119_153" class="fnanchor">[120]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, friar, help—shall I recant and say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I writ my letter on a drunken day?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How will it sound, if men should chance to tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A drunken hero can compose so well?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your fears are groundless, give me all the blame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I writ the letter, you but sign'd your name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor let the proclamation cloud your mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas I compos'd it and you only sign'd.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, Friar Francis—papist tho' I be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You private papists can't but value me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your sins in Lethe shall be swallowed up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll clear you, if you please, before we sup.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nay, clear me not—tho' I should cross the brine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pay my vows in distant Palestine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or land in Spain, a stranger poor and bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rove on foot a wretched pilgrim there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let my eyes in streams perpetual flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where great Messiah dy'd so long ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wash his sacred footsteps with my tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pay for masses fifty thousand years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All would not do—my monarch I've obey'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now go home, perhaps to lose my head;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pride sent me here, pride blasted in the bud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, if it can, will build its throne in blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With slaughter'd millions glut its tearless eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make all nature fall that it may rise;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, let's embark, your holy whining cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, let's away, I'll hang myself for peace:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So Pontius Pilate for his murder'd Lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his own bosom sheath'd the deadly sword—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' he confess'd and wash'd his hands beside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His heart condemn'd him and the monster dy'd.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_115_149" id="Footnote_115_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115_149"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> "General Gage's Confession" was printed in pamphlet form in 1775. +<span class="i0">Compassion!—'tis a stranger to my heart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or if it comes—unwelcome guest depart,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Boston, farewell, thy final doom is pass'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">North hears my prayers, and I'm recall'd at last;<a id="FNanchor_116_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_116_150" class="fnanchor">[117]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Sailor on high thy canvas wings display,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Howl, ye west winds, and hurry me away;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rise, boisterous clouds, and bellowing from on high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whisk me along, ye tyrants of the sky—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Quick! let me leave these friendless shores that shed<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ten thousand curses on my hated head.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But why so swift, why ask I gales so strong,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since conscience, cruel conscience, goes along?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must conscience rack my bosom o'er the deep?<br></span> +<span class="i0">I live in hell while she forbears to sleep;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, Father Francis, be my heart display'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">My burden'd conscience asks thy pious aid;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, if confession can discharge my sin,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I will confess till hell itself shall grin,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And own the world has found in me again<br></span> +<span class="i0">A second Nero; nay, another Cain.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why swells thy breast with such distressing woe?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your honour surely has the sense to know<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your sins are venial—trust me when I say<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your deepest sins may all be purged away.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But if misfortunes rouse this nightly grief,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sure Friar Francis can afford relief:<br></span> +<span class="i0">I thought e're this that leaders of renown<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would scorn to bow to giddy fortune's frown;<br></span> +<span class="i0">See yon bright star (the dewy eve begun)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Walks his gay round and sparkles in the sun;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Faints not, encircled by the ambient blaze,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' pestering clouds may sometimes blunt his rays;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But come, confession makes the conscience light,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confess, my son, and be absolv'd this night.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">First of the first, I tell it in your ear<br></span> +<span class="i0">(For tho' we whisper, heaven, you know, can hear)<br></span> +<span class="i0">This faultless country ne'er deserv'd my hate;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Just are its pleas; unmerited its fate.<br></span> +<span class="i0">When North ordained me to this thankless place,<br></span> +<span class="i0">My conscience rose and star'd me in the face,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And spite of all I did to quench its flame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Convinc'd me I was wrong before I came.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But what, alas, can mortal heroes do,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They are but men, as sacred writings shew,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' I refus'd, they urged me yet the more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, even the king descended to implore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And often with him in his closet pent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was plagu'd to death to rule this armament;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Who could a monarch's favourite wish deny?<br></span> +<span class="i0">I yielded just for peace—ay, faith did I—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If this be sin, O tell me, reverend sage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What will, alas, become of guilty Gage?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If this be sin—'tis sin, I make no doubt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But trust me, honour'd sir, I'll help you out,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Even tho' your arms had rag'd from town to town,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And mow'd like flags these rebel nations down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And joyful bell return'd the murdering din,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And you yourself the master butcher been,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All should be well—from sins like this, I ween,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A dozen masses shall discharge you clean;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Small pains in purgatory you'll endure,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hell, you know, is only for the poor,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pay well the priest and fear no station there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For heaven must yield to vehemence of prayer.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Heaven grant that this may be my smallest sin;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Alas, good friar, I'm yet deeper in—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come round my bed, with friendly groans condole,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To gratify my paunch, I've wrong'd my soul;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Arms I may wield and murder by command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spread devastation thro' a guiltless land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whole ranks to hell with howling cannon sweep—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But what had I to do with stealing sheep?<a id="FNanchor_117_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_117_151" class="fnanchor">[118]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">I've read my orders, conn'd them o'er with care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But not a word of stealing sheep is there;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, holy friar, can you make a shift<br></span> +<span class="i0">To help a sinner at so dead a lift?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or must I onward to perdition go,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With theft and murder to complete my woe?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Murder—nay, hold!—your honour is too sad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Things are not yet, I hope, become so bad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Murder, indeed—you've stole, and that I know,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, sir, believe me, you've not struck a blow;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some few Americans have bled, 'tis true,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But 'twas the soldiers killed them, and not you.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well said, but will this subtile reasoning stand?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Did not the soldiers murder by command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By my command?—Friar, they did, I swear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I must answer for their deeds, I fear.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let each man answer for his proper deed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From sins of murder I pronounce you freed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And this same reasoning will your honour keep<br></span> +<span class="i0">From imputations of purloining sheep:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wallace for this to Rome shall post away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And for this crying sin severely pay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tho' his zeal may think his penance slight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hair cloth and logs shall be his bed at night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Coarse fare by day—till his repeated groans<br></span> +<span class="i0">Convince the world he for this sin atones.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alas, poor Wallace, how I pity thee!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But let him go—'tis better him than me;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, let him harbour in some convent there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fleas monastic bite him till he swear;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, friar, have you patience for the rest?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Half my transgressions are not yet confest.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not half!—you are a harmless man, I'm told—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pray, cut them short—the supper will be cold.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some devil, regardless of exalted station,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In evil hour assail'd me with temptation,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To issue forth a damned proclamation,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What prince, what king, from Belzebub is free,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He tempted Judas, and has tempted me!<br></span> +<span class="i0">This, this, O friar, was a deadly flaw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This for the civil founded martial law,<a id="FNanchor_118_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_118_152" class="fnanchor">[119]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">This crime will Gage to Lucifer consign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And purgatory must for this be mine.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Next—and for this I breathe my deepest sigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ah cruel, flinty, hard, remorseless I!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could I crowd my dungeons dark and low<br></span> +<span class="i0">With wounded captives of our injur'd foe?<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could my heart, more hard than hardened steel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Laugh at the pangs that mangled captives feel?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why sneer'd I at my fellow men distrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why banished pity from this iron breast!<br></span> +<span class="i0">O friar, could heaven approve my acting so,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven still to mercy swift, to vengeance slow?—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">O no—you say, then cease your soothing chat,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cowards are cruel, I can instance that.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But hold! why did I, when the fact was done,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deny it all to gallant Washington?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why did I stuff the epistolary page<br></span> +<span class="i0">With vile invectives only worthy Gage?<a id="FNanchor_119_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_119_153" class="fnanchor">[120]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, friar, help—shall I recant and say<br></span> +<span class="i0">I writ my letter on a drunken day?<br></span> +<span class="i0">How will it sound, if men should chance to tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">A drunken hero can compose so well?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Friar</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Your fears are groundless, give me all the blame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I writ the letter, you but sign'd your name,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let the proclamation cloud your mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas I compos'd it and you only sign'd.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">I, Friar Francis—papist tho' I be,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You private papists can't but value me;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your sins in Lethe shall be swallowed up,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll clear you, if you please, before we sup.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Gage</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nay, clear me not—tho' I should cross the brine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pay my vows in distant Palestine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or land in Spain, a stranger poor and bare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And rove on foot a wretched pilgrim there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And let my eyes in streams perpetual flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where great Messiah dy'd so long ago,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And wash his sacred footsteps with my tears,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pay for masses fifty thousand years,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All would not do—my monarch I've obey'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And now go home, perhaps to lose my head;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pride sent me here, pride blasted in the bud,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which, if it can, will build its throne in blood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With slaughter'd millions glut its tearless eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And make all nature fall that it may rise;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, let's embark, your holy whining cease,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, let's away, I'll hang myself for peace:<br></span> +<span class="i0">So Pontius Pilate for his murder'd Lord<br></span> +<span class="i0">In his own bosom sheath'd the deadly sword—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' he confess'd and wash'd his hands beside,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His heart condemn'd him and the monster dy'd.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_115_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115_149"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> "General Gage's Confession" was printed in pamphlet form in 1775. As far as I can ascertain, there exists but a single copy of this publication, that in the possession of the Library Company of Philadelphia. A manuscript note upon this copy, unquestionably the handwriting of Freneau, is as follows: "By Gaine. Published October 25, 1775." The poem was manifestly written after Gage's recall. The poet never reprinted it.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_116_150" id="Footnote_116_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116_150"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> On July 28, 1775, George III. wrote to Lord North: "I have desired +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_116_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116_150"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> On July 28, 1775, George III. wrote to Lord North: "I have desired Lord Dartmouth to acquaint Lt. G. Gage that as he thinks nothing further can be done this campaign in the province of Massachusetts Bay that he is desired instantly to come over, that he may explain the various wants for carrying on @@ -11894,18 +11928,18 @@ the next campaign." "It was a kindly pretext devised to spare the feelings of an unprofitable but a faithful and a brave servant."—<i>Trevelyan.</i> General Gage embarked at Boston for England, Oct. 12, 1775.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_117_151" id="Footnote_117_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117_151"><span class="label">[118]</span></a> The scarcity of provisions in the British camp during the siege of Boston +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_117_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117_151"><span class="label">[118]</span></a> The scarcity of provisions in the British camp during the siege of Boston has been already alluded to. "When marauding expeditions," says Bancroft, "returned with sheep and hogs and cattle captured from islands, the bells were rung as for victory."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_118_152" id="Footnote_118_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118_152"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> Alluding to the proclamation of June 12, five days before Bunker Hill, +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_118_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118_152"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> Alluding to the proclamation of June 12, five days before Bunker Hill, which established martial law throughout Massachusetts and proscribed Hancock and Samuel Adams. By this proclamation, all who were in arms about Boston, every member of the State Government and of the Continental Congress, were threatened with condign punishment as rebels and traitors.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_119_153" id="Footnote_119_153"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119_153"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> Washington had written to Gage, remonstrating against the cruel treatment +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_119_153"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119_153"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> Washington had written to Gage, remonstrating against the cruel treatment of certain American officers, who were denied the privileges and immunities due their rank. Almost the last official act of Gage was to reply through Burgoyne in a letter addressed to "George Washington, Esqr.," that "Britons, @@ -11915,9 +11949,9 @@ hitherto been treated with care and kindness;—indiscriminately, it is true I acknowledge no rank that is not derived from the King."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_DISTREST_SHEPHERDESS120" id="THE_DISTREST_SHEPHERDESS120"></a>THE DISTREST SHEPHERDESS<a name="FNanchor_120_154" id="FNanchor_120_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_120_154" class="fnanchor">[121]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_DISTREST_SHEPHERDESS120"></a>THE DISTREST SHEPHERDESS<a id="FNanchor_120_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_120_154" class="fnanchor">[121]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">or, Mariana's Complaint for the Death of Damon</p> @@ -11925,55 +11959,55 @@ I acknowledge no rank that is not derived from the King."</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What madness compell'd my dear shepherd to go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the siege of Quebec, and distract me with woe!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart is so full, it would kill me to tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How he died on the banks of the river Sorel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What madness compell'd my dear shepherd to go<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the siege of Quebec, and distract me with woe!<br></span> +<span class="i0">My heart is so full, it would kill me to tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">How he died on the banks of the river Sorel.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O river Sorel! Thou didst hear him complain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When dying he languish'd, and called me in vain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, pierc'd by the Briton he went to repel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sunk on the shores of the river Sorel.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O cruel misfortune, my hopes to destroy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has left me alone with my Colin, his boy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sorrow I see him, with tears my eyes swell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall we go, my sweet babe, to the river Sorel?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O river Sorel! Thou didst hear him complain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When dying he languish'd, and called me in vain!<br></span> +<span class="i0">When, pierc'd by the Briton he went to repel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He sunk on the shores of the river Sorel.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O cruel misfortune, my hopes to destroy:<br></span> +<span class="i0">He has left me alone with my Colin, his boy;<br></span> +<span class="i0">With sorrow I see him, with tears my eyes swell;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall we go, my sweet babe, to the river Sorel?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But why should I wander, and give him such pain?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Damon will ne'er see his Colin again:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wander so far where the wild Indians dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We should faint ere we came to the river Sorel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But why should I wander, and give him such pain?<br></span> +<span class="i0">My Damon will ne'er see his Colin again:<br></span> +<span class="i0">To wander so far where the wild Indians dwell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We should faint ere we came to the river Sorel.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But even to see the pale corpse of my dear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would give me such rapture, such pleasure sincere!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll go, my dear boy, and my grief I will tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the willows that grow by the river Sorel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But even to see the pale corpse of my dear<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would give me such rapture, such pleasure sincere!<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll go, my dear boy, and my grief I will tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the willows that grow by the river Sorel.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How shall I distinguish my shepherd's dear grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst the long forest that darkens the wave:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps they could give him no tomb when he fell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps he is sunk in the river Sorel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How shall I distinguish my shepherd's dear grave<br></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst the long forest that darkens the wave:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps they could give him no tomb when he fell;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps he is sunk in the river Sorel.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was a dear fellow!—O, had he remain'd!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he was uneasy whene'er I complain'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He call'd me his charmer, and call'd me his belle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a folly to die on the banks of Sorel!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was a dear fellow!—O, had he remain'd!<br></span> +<span class="i0">For he was uneasy whene'er I complain'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He call'd me his charmer, and call'd me his belle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What a folly to die on the banks of Sorel!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then let me remain in my lonely retreat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My shepherd departed I never shall meet—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here's Billy O'Bluster—I love him as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Damon may stay at the river Sorel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let me remain in my lonely retreat;<br></span> +<span class="i0">My shepherd departed I never shall meet—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here's Billy O'Bluster—I love him as well,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Damon may stay at the river Sorel.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_120_154" id="Footnote_120_154"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120_154"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> This poem is unique in the 1788 edition of Freneau's works. It is evidently +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_120_154"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120_154"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> This poem is unique in the 1788 edition of Freneau's works. It is evidently an earlier version of the "Mars and Hymen" below.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="MARS_AND_HYMEN121" id="MARS_AND_HYMEN121"></a>MARS AND HYMEN<a name="FNanchor_121_155" id="FNanchor_121_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_121_155" class="fnanchor">[122]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="MARS_AND_HYMEN121"></a>MARS AND HYMEN<a id="FNanchor_121_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_121_155" class="fnanchor">[122]</a></h3> <p class="nblockquot">Occasioned by the separation of a young widow from a young military lover, of the troops sent to attack Fort Chamblee, in Canada; in @@ -11983,265 +12017,265 @@ which expedition he lost his life [1775]</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Damon</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why do we talk of shaded bowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">When frosts, my fair one, chill the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nights are cold, and long the hours<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That damp the ardour of the swain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, parting from his rural fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All pleasure doth forego—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And here and there,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And everywhere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursues the invading foe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, we must rest on frosts and snows!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">No season shuts up our campaign!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard as the rocks, we dare oppose<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The autumnal, or the wintery reign.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alike to us, the winds that blow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In summer's season, gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Or those that rave<br /></span> -<span class="i1">On Hudson's wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drift his ice away.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Winter and war may change the scene!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The ball may pierce, the frost may chill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dire misfortunes intervene,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But freedom must be powerful still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To drive these Britons from our shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who come with sail, who come with oar,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">So cruel and unkind,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">With servile chain, who strive in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our freeborn souls to bind. [<i>Exit</i>]<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6"><i>Lucinda</i> (<i>two months after</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They scold me, and tell me I must not complain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To part a few weeks with my favourite swain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He goes to the battle!—and leaves me to mourn—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell me—and tell me—and will he return?<a name="FNanchor_122_156" id="FNanchor_122_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_122_156" class="fnanchor">[123]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he left me, he kiss'd me—and said, My sweet dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In less than a month I again will be here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still I can hardly my sorrows adjourn—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may call me a witch—if ever I return.<a name="FNanchor_123_157" id="FNanchor_123_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_123_157" class="fnanchor">[124]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I said, My dear soldier, I beg you would stay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he, with his farmers,<a name="FNanchor_124_158" id="FNanchor_124_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_124_158" class="fnanchor">[125]</a> went strutting away—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With anguish and sorrow my bosom did burn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I wept—for I thought he would never return.<a name="FNanchor_125_159" id="FNanchor_125_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_125_159" class="fnanchor">[126]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fairest of the female train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must seek another swain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Damon will not come again!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><span class="i1">All his toils are over!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you prized him, to excess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your loss is great, I will confess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, lady, yield not to distress—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">I will be your lover.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not all the swains the land can shew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If Damon is not living now)<a name="FNanchor_126_160" id="FNanchor_126_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_126_160" class="fnanchor">[127]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can from my bosom drive my woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bid a second passion glow;—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">For Damon has possession;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not all the gifts that wealth can bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor all the airs that you can sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor all the music of the string<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Can banish his impression.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wedlock and death too often prove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pernicious to the fires of Love:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With equal strength they both combine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hearts best united<a name="FNanchor_127_161" id="FNanchor_127_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_127_161" class="fnanchor">[128]</a> to disjoin:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence ardent loves too soon remit;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus die the fires that Cupid lit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Female tears and April snow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sudden come and sudden go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since his head is levelled low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cease remembrance of your woe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can it be in reason found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be crazy for Love's wound?<a name="FNanchor_128_162" id="FNanchor_128_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_128_162" class="fnanchor">[129]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must you live in sorrows drowned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a lover under ground?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What a picture have I seen!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What can all these visions mean!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wintry groves and vacant halls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coffins hid by sable palls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Monuments and funerals!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forms terrific to the sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ghastly phantoms clad in white;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Streams that ever seemed to freeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shaded o'er by willow trees,<a name="FNanchor_129_163" id="FNanchor_129_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_129_163" class="fnanchor">[130]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever drooping—hardly green—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a vision have I seen!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">One I saw of angel kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">From the dregs of life refined;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">On her visage such a smile,<a name="FNanchor_130_164" id="FNanchor_130_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_130_164" class="fnanchor">[131]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i1">And she talk'd in such a style!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">All was heaven upon her brow;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, I think I see her now!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All in beams of light arrayed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these cheering words she said:<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Fair Lucinda, come to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What has grief to do with thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O forsake your wretched shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crimsoned with its children's gore!<a name="FNanchor_131_165" id="FNanchor_131_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_131_165" class="fnanchor">[132]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could you but a moment stray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the meadows where I play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You would die to come away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come away, and speed your wing—<a name="FNanchor_132_166" id="FNanchor_132_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_132_166" class="fnanchor">[133]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here we love, and here we sing!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You will not yet forget your glooms,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The heavy heart, the downcast eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cheek that scarce a smile assumes,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The never-ending sigh!<a name="FNanchor_133_167" id="FNanchor_133_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_133_167" class="fnanchor">[134]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Had you the secret cause to grieve—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That in this breast doth lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instead of wishing to relieve<br /></span> -<span class="i1">You would be just as I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What secret cause have you to grieve?—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A lover gone astray?—<a name="FNanchor_134_168" id="FNanchor_134_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_134_168" class="fnanchor">[135]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If one was able to deceive,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Perhaps another may.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My lover has not me deceived,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">An act he would disdain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! he is gone—and I am grieved—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He'll never come again!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He'll never come again!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The turtle on yon' withered bough<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Who lately moaned her murdered mate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has found another partner now,—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Such changes all await.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><span class="i0">Again her drooping plume is dress'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again she wishes to be bless'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And takes a husband to her nest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If nature has decreed it so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some above, and all below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us, Lucinda, banish woe,<a name="FNanchor_135_169" id="FNanchor_135_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_135_169" class="fnanchor">[136]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Nor be perplext with sorrow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I should leave your arms this night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And die before the morning light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would advise you—and you might<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Wed again to-morrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The turtle on yon' withered tree!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That turtle never felt like me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her grief is but a moment's date,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another day, another mate:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And true it is, the feathered race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold many a partner no disgrace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How would the world my fault display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would censorious Sally<a name="FNanchor_136_170" id="FNanchor_136_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_136_170" class="fnanchor">[137]</a> say?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would say, while grinning malice sneers,—<a name="FNanchor_137_171" id="FNanchor_137_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_137_171" class="fnanchor">[138]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She made a conquest by her tears!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My Polly!—once the pride of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shepherd lads their charmers call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too early parted with her bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sleeps in yonder sylvan tomb:<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span><span class="i0">Her death has set me free—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair as the day, and sweet as May,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what is that to me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since all must bow to fate's arrest,<a name="FNanchor_138_172" id="FNanchor_138_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_138_172" class="fnanchor">[139]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No love deceased shall rack my breast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, then, Lucinda, and be blest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My Damon! Oh, can I forget<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The hour you left these moistened eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er northern lakes to wander far<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To colder climes and dreary skies!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, vengeful, in their wastes of snow<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The Britons guard the frozen shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Damon there is perished now,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The swain that shall return no more!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Weep, weep no more, my Jersey lass,<a name="FNanchor_139_173" id="FNanchor_139_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_139_173" class="fnanchor">[140]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i1">The pang is past that fixed his doom—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They, too, shall to destruction pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Perhaps—and hardly find a tomb.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Refrain your tears—enough are shed—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">They, too, shall have their share of woe:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fled is their fame, their honours fled;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And Washington shall lay them low.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you had but yon' sergeant's size,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">His mien and looks, so debonaire,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><span class="i0">You might seem lovely in my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Nor should you quite despair.<a name="FNanchor_140_174" id="FNanchor_140_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_140_174" class="fnanchor">[141]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's something in your looks, I find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recalling Damon to my mind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is dead, and I must be resigned!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lively step, his sun-burnt face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His nervous arm in you I trace—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed,—I think you no disgrace.<a name="FNanchor_141_175" id="FNanchor_141_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_141_175" class="fnanchor">[142]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On this dismal, cloudy day,<a name="FNanchor_142_176" id="FNanchor_142_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_142_176" class="fnanchor">[143]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In these fighting times, I say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you Yea, or will you Nay?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh! I will not tell you Nay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have such a coaxing way!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Call the music!—half is done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That my heart could count upon—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the grave I seize a prize!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here she is, and where he lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She or I but little care!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, what animals we are!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you!—I would forego all ease,<a name="FNanchor_143_177" id="FNanchor_143_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_143_177" class="fnanchor">[144]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And traverse sands or travel seas.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all they sent us from above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing, nothing is like love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happiest passion of the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent from heaven to bless mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though at variance with your charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fate's eternal mandate stands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hymen, come!—unite our hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give Lucinda to my arms!<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_121_155" id="Footnote_121_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121_155"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> This poem seems first to have appeared in the edition of 1786, where it +<span class="i10"><i>Damon</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why do we talk of shaded bowers,<br></span> +<span class="i1">When frosts, my fair one, chill the plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And nights are cold, and long the hours<br></span> +<span class="i1">That damp the ardour of the swain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, parting from his rural fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All pleasure doth forego—<br></span> +<span class="i1">And here and there,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And everywhere,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pursues the invading foe.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, we must rest on frosts and snows!<br></span> +<span class="i1">No season shuts up our campaign!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hard as the rocks, we dare oppose<br></span> +<span class="i1">The autumnal, or the wintery reign.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Alike to us, the winds that blow<br></span> +<span class="i0">In summer's season, gay,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Or those that rave<br></span> +<span class="i1">On Hudson's wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And drift his ice away.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Winter and war may change the scene!<br></span> +<span class="i1">The ball may pierce, the frost may chill;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dire misfortunes intervene,<br></span> +<span class="i1">But freedom must be powerful still,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To drive these Britons from our shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who come with sail, who come with oar,<br></span> +<span class="i1">So cruel and unkind,<br></span> +<span class="i1">With servile chain, who strive in vain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our freeborn souls to bind. [<i>Exit</i>]<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6"><i>Lucinda</i> (<i>two months after</i>)<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They scold me, and tell me I must not complain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To part a few weeks with my favourite swain!<br></span> +<span class="i0">He goes to the battle!—and leaves me to mourn—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tell me—and tell me—and will he return?<a id="FNanchor_122_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_122_156" class="fnanchor">[123]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">When he left me, he kiss'd me—and said, My sweet dear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In less than a month I again will be here;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But still I can hardly my sorrows adjourn—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You may call me a witch—if ever I return.<a id="FNanchor_123_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_123_157" class="fnanchor">[124]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">I said, My dear soldier, I beg you would stay;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But he, with his farmers,<a id="FNanchor_124_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_124_158" class="fnanchor">[125]</a> went strutting away—<br></span> +<span class="i0">With anguish and sorrow my bosom did burn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I wept—for I thought he would never return.<a id="FNanchor_125_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_125_159" class="fnanchor">[126]</a><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fairest of the female train,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You must seek another swain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Damon will not come again!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><span class="i1">All his toils are over!<br></span> +<span class="i0">As you prized him, to excess,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your loss is great, I will confess,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, lady, yield not to distress—<br></span> +<span class="i1">I will be your lover.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not all the swains the land can shew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(If Damon is not living now)<a id="FNanchor_126_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_126_160" class="fnanchor">[127]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Can from my bosom drive my woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or bid a second passion glow;—<br></span> +<span class="i1">For Damon has possession;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not all the gifts that wealth can bring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor all the airs that you can sing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor all the music of the string<br></span> +<span class="i1">Can banish his impression.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wedlock and death too often prove<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pernicious to the fires of Love:<br></span> +<span class="i0">With equal strength they both combine<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hearts best united<a id="FNanchor_127_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_127_161" class="fnanchor">[128]</a> to disjoin:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence ardent loves too soon remit;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus die the fires that Cupid lit.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Female tears and April snow<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sudden come and sudden go.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since his head is levelled low,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cease remembrance of your woe.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Can it be in reason found<br></span> +<span class="i0">To be crazy for Love's wound?<a id="FNanchor_128_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_128_162" class="fnanchor">[129]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Must you live in sorrows drowned<br></span> +<span class="i0">For a lover under ground?<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What a picture have I seen!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What can all these visions mean!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wintry groves and vacant halls,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Coffins hid by sable palls,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Monuments and funerals!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forms terrific to the sight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ghastly phantoms clad in white;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Streams that ever seemed to freeze,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shaded o'er by willow trees,<a id="FNanchor_129_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_129_163" class="fnanchor">[130]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Ever drooping—hardly green—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What a vision have I seen!<br></span> +<span class="i1">One I saw of angel kind,<br></span> +<span class="i1">From the dregs of life refined;<br></span> +<span class="i1">On her visage such a smile,<a id="FNanchor_130_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_130_164" class="fnanchor">[131]</a><br></span> +<span class="i1">And she talk'd in such a style!<br></span> +<span class="i1">All was heaven upon her brow;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I think I see her now!<br></span> +<span class="i0">All in beams of light arrayed;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And these cheering words she said:<br></span> +<span class="i1">Fair Lucinda, come to me;<br></span> +<span class="i0">What has grief to do with thee?<br></span> +<span class="i0">O forsake your wretched shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Crimsoned with its children's gore!<a id="FNanchor_131_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_131_165" class="fnanchor">[132]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Could you but a moment stray<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the meadows where I play,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You would die to come away.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come away, and speed your wing—<a id="FNanchor_132_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_132_166" class="fnanchor">[133]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Here we love, and here we sing!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You will not yet forget your glooms,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The heavy heart, the downcast eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The cheek that scarce a smile assumes,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The never-ending sigh!<a id="FNanchor_133_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_133_167" class="fnanchor">[134]</a><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Had you the secret cause to grieve—<br></span> +<span class="i1">That in this breast doth lie,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Instead of wishing to relieve<br></span> +<span class="i1">You would be just as I.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What secret cause have you to grieve?—<br></span> +<span class="i1">A lover gone astray?—<a id="FNanchor_134_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_134_168" class="fnanchor">[135]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">If one was able to deceive,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Perhaps another may.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My lover has not me deceived,<br></span> +<span class="i1">An act he would disdain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! he is gone—and I am grieved—<br></span> +<span class="i1">He'll never come again!<br></span> +<span class="i1">He'll never come again!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The turtle on yon' withered bough<br></span> +<span class="i1">Who lately moaned her murdered mate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Has found another partner now,—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Such changes all await.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><span class="i0">Again her drooping plume is dress'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Again she wishes to be bless'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And takes a husband to her nest.<br></span> +<span class="i0">If nature has decreed it so<br></span> +<span class="i0">With some above, and all below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let us, Lucinda, banish woe,<a id="FNanchor_135_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_135_169" class="fnanchor">[136]</a><br></span> +<span class="i1">Nor be perplext with sorrow:<br></span> +<span class="i0">If I should leave your arms this night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And die before the morning light,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I would advise you—and you might<br></span> +<span class="i1">Wed again to-morrow.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The turtle on yon' withered tree!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">That turtle never felt like me!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her grief is but a moment's date,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Another day, another mate:<br></span> +<span class="i0">And true it is, the feathered race<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hold many a partner no disgrace.<br></span> +<span class="i0">How would the world my fault display,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What would censorious Sally<a id="FNanchor_136_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_136_170" class="fnanchor">[137]</a> say?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Would say, while grinning malice sneers,—<a id="FNanchor_137_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_137_171" class="fnanchor">[138]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">She made a conquest by her tears!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Polly!—once the pride of all,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That shepherd lads their charmers call,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too early parted with her bloom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sleeps in yonder sylvan tomb:<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span><span class="i0">Her death has set me free—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair as the day, and sweet as May,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But what is that to me!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since all must bow to fate's arrest,<a id="FNanchor_138_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_138_172" class="fnanchor">[139]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">No love deceased shall rack my breast—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, then, Lucinda, and be blest.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Damon! Oh, can I forget<br></span> +<span class="i1">The hour you left these moistened eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er northern lakes to wander far<br></span> +<span class="i1">To colder climes and dreary skies!<br></span> +<span class="i0">There, vengeful, in their wastes of snow<br></span> +<span class="i1">The Britons guard the frozen shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Damon there is perished now,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The swain that shall return no more!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Weep, weep no more, my Jersey lass,<a id="FNanchor_139_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_139_173" class="fnanchor">[140]</a><br></span> +<span class="i1">The pang is past that fixed his doom—<br></span> +<span class="i0">They, too, shall to destruction pass,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Perhaps—and hardly find a tomb.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Refrain your tears—enough are shed—<br></span> +<span class="i1">They, too, shall have their share of woe:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fled is their fame, their honours fled;<br></span> +<span class="i1">And Washington shall lay them low.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If you had but yon' sergeant's size,<br></span> +<span class="i1">His mien and looks, so debonaire,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><span class="i0">You might seem lovely in my eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Nor should you quite despair.<a id="FNanchor_140_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_140_174" class="fnanchor">[141]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">There's something in your looks, I find,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Recalling Damon to my mind—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He is dead, and I must be resigned!<br></span> +<span class="i0">His lively step, his sun-burnt face,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His nervous arm in you I trace—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Indeed,—I think you no disgrace.<a id="FNanchor_141_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_141_175" class="fnanchor">[142]</a><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On this dismal, cloudy day,<a id="FNanchor_142_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_142_176" class="fnanchor">[143]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">In these fighting times, I say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Will you Yea, or will you Nay?<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Lucinda</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! I will not tell you Nay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You have such a coaxing way!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Call the music!—half is done<br></span> +<span class="i0">That my heart could count upon—<br></span> +<span class="i0">From the grave I seize a prize!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here she is, and where he lies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She or I but little care!<br></span> +<span class="i0">O, what animals we are!<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">For you!—I would forego all ease,<a id="FNanchor_143_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_143_177" class="fnanchor">[144]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">And traverse sands or travel seas.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of all they sent us from above,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing, nothing is like love!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Happiest passion of the mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sent from heaven to bless mankind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though at variance with your charms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fate's eternal mandate stands;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hymen, come!—unite our hands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And give Lucinda to my arms!<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_121_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121_155"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> This poem seems first to have appeared in the edition of 1786, where it bore the title, "Female Frailty. Written <i>November 1775</i>." Freneau made use of the opening speeches of Damon and Lucinda in his drama, <i>The Spy</i>. He omitted the poem from the 1795 edition of his works, retaining, however, the @@ -12251,126 +12285,126 @@ edited the earlier version with great care, making verbal variations in almost every line, and adding lines and even stanzas. I have marked only a few of the more notable changes.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_122_156" id="Footnote_122_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122_156"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> "And, say what you please, he will never return."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_122_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122_156"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> "And, say what you please, he will never return."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_123_157" id="Footnote_123_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123_157"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_123_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123_157"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"With anguish and sorrow my bosom did burn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I wept, being sure he would never return."—<i>Ib.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"With anguish and sorrow my bosom did burn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I wept, being sure he would never return."—<i>Ib.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_124_158" id="Footnote_124_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124_158"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> "With his soldiers."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_124_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124_158"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> "With his soldiers."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_125_159" id="Footnote_125_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125_159"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_125_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125_159"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Then why should I longer my sorrows adjourn?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may call me a fool if he ever return."—<i>Ib.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then why should I longer my sorrows adjourn?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You may call me a fool if he ever return."—<i>Ib.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_126_160" id="Footnote_126_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126_160"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> Not in the earliest version.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_126_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126_160"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> Not in the earliest version.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_127_161" id="Footnote_127_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127_161"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> "Hearts once united."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_127_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127_161"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> "Hearts once united."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_128_162" id="Footnote_128_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128_162"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_128_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128_162"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Never yet was reason found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So distracted with love's wound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to be in sorrow drown'd."—<i>Ib.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Never yet was reason found<br></span> +<span class="i0">So distracted with love's wound<br></span> +<span class="i0">As to be in sorrow drown'd."—<i>Ib.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_129_163" id="Footnote_129_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129_163"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> "Planted round with cypress trees."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_129_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129_163"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> "Planted round with cypress trees."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_130_164" id="Footnote_130_164"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130_164"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> Four lines beginning with this not in original version.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_130_164"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130_164"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> Four lines beginning with this not in original version.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_131_165" id="Footnote_131_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131_165"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> "Shrouded all with darkness o'er."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_131_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131_165"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> "Shrouded all with darkness o'er."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_132_166" id="Footnote_132_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132_166"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_132_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132_166"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Come away! and speed thy flight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All with me is endless light.'"—<i>Ib.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Come away! and speed thy flight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All with me is endless light.'"—<i>Ib.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_133_167" id="Footnote_133_167"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133_167"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> "The breast that heaves a sigh."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_133_167"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133_167"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> "The breast that heaves a sigh."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_134_168" id="Footnote_134_168"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134_168"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> "A lover gone away?"—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_134_168"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134_168"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> "A lover gone away?"—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_135_169" id="Footnote_135_169"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135_169"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_135_169"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135_169"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Let us, like them, forget our woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not be kill'd with sorrow."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Let us, like them, forget our woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And not be kill'd with sorrow."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_136_170" id="Footnote_136_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136_170"><span class="label">[137]</span></a> "Censorious Chloe."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_136_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136_170"><span class="label">[137]</span></a> "Censorious Chloe."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_137_171" id="Footnote_137_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137_171"><span class="label">[138]</span></a> "While laughing folly hears."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_137_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137_171"><span class="label">[138]</span></a> "While laughing folly hears."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_138_172" id="Footnote_138_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138_172"><span class="label">[139]</span></a> "Death's arrest."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_138_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138_172"><span class="label">[139]</span></a> "Death's arrest."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_139_173" id="Footnote_139_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139_173"><span class="label">[140]</span></a> "My lovely lass."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_139_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139_173"><span class="label">[140]</span></a> "My lovely lass."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_140_174" id="Footnote_140_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_140_174"><span class="label">[141]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_140_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_140_174"><span class="label">[141]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"If you had once a soldier's guise,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The splendid coat, the sprightly air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You might seem charming in these eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Nor would I quite despair."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If you had once a soldier's guise,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The splendid coat, the sprightly air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You might seem charming in these eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Nor would I quite despair."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_141_175" id="Footnote_141_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141_175"><span class="label">[142]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_141_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141_175"><span class="label">[142]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"His handsome shape, his manly face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His youthful step in you I trace—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All, all I wish for, but the lace."—<i>Ib.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"His handsome shape, his manly face,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His youthful step in you I trace—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All, all I wish for, but the lace."—<i>Ib.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_142_176" id="Footnote_142_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142_176"><span class="label">[143]</span></a> The following eleven lines not in the original version.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_142_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142_176"><span class="label">[143]</span></a> The following eleven lines not in the original version.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_143_177" id="Footnote_143_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143_177"><span class="label">[144]</span></a> The 1786 version ended as follows: +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_143_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143_177"><span class="label">[144]</span></a> The 1786 version ended as follows: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Thyrsis</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For you I would forego my ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And traverse lakes, or ravage seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dress in lace, or what you please.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For you I would forego my ease,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And traverse lakes, or ravage seas,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dress in lace, or what you please.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This enchanting month of May,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So bright, so bloomy, and so gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Claims our nuptials on this day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This enchanting month of May,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So bright, so bloomy, and so gay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Claims our nuptials on this day.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For her vernal triumphs, we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tune the harp to symphony—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conquest has attended me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For her vernal triumphs, we<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tune the harp to symphony—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Conquest has attended me.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brightest season for the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vigorous, free, and unconfin'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golden age of human kind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brightest season for the mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Vigorous, free, and unconfin'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Golden age of human kind.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still at variance with thy charms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death's eternal empire stands—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hymen</i>, come—while rapture warms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give Lucinda to my arms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still at variance with thy charms<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death's eternal empire stands—<br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Hymen</i>, come—while rapture warms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And give Lucinda to my arms.<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="MAC_SWIGGEN144" id="MAC_SWIGGEN144"></a>MAC SWIGGEN<a name="FNanchor_144_178" id="FNanchor_144_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_144_178" class="fnanchor">[145]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="MAC_SWIGGEN144"></a>MAC SWIGGEN<a id="FNanchor_144_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_144_178" class="fnanchor">[145]</a></h3> <h4><span class="smcap">A Satire</span></h4> @@ -12378,166 +12412,166 @@ of the more notable changes.</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">Long have I sat on this disast'rous shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, sighing, sought to gain a passage o'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Europe's towns, where, as our travellers say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poets may flourish, or, perhaps they may;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But such abuse has from your coarse pen fell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think I may defer my voyage as well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should I far in search of honour roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dunces leave to triumph here at home?<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Great Jove in wrath a spark of genius gave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade me drink the mad Pierian wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence came these rhimes, with truth ascrib'd to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That swell thy little soul to jealousy:<a name="FNanchor_145_179" id="FNanchor_145_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_145_179" class="fnanchor">[146]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thus, tormented at these flighty lays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You strive to blast what ne'er was meant for praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How will you bear the more exalted rhime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By labour polish'd, and matur'd by time?<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Devoted madman! what inspir'd thy rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who bade thy foolish muse with me engage?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against a wind-mill would'st thou try thy might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against a giant<a name="FNanchor_146_180" id="FNanchor_146_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_146_180" class="fnanchor">[147]</a> would a pigmy fight?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could thy slanderous pen with malice arm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To injure him, who never did thee harm?<a name="FNanchor_147_181" id="FNanchor_147_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_147_181" class="fnanchor">[148]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I from thee been urgent to attain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mean ideas of thy barren brain?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I been seen in borrowed clothes to shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, when detected, swear by Jove they're mine?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O miscreant, hostile to thine own repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From thy own envy thy destruction flows!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Bless'd be our western world—its scenes conspire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To raise a poet's fancy and his fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo, blue-topt mountains to the skies ascend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo, shady forests to the breezes bend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See mighty streams meandering to the main!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See lambs and lambkins sport on every plain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spotted herds in flowery meadows see!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what, ungenerous wretch, are these to thee?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You find no charms in all that nature yields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then leave to me the grottoes and the fields:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I interfere not with your vast design—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursue your studies, and I'll follow mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursue, well pleas'd, your theologic schemes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attend professors, and correct your themes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still some dull nonsense, low-bred wit invent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or prove from scripture what it never meant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or far through law, that land of scoundrels, stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And truth disguise through all your mazy way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wealth you may gain, your clients you may squeeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by long cheating, learn to live at ease;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If but in Wood or Littleton well read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The devil shall help you to your daily bread.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">O waft me far, ye muses of the west—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me your green bowers and soft seats of rest—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrice happy in those dear retreats to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A safe retirement from all human kind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though dire misfortunes every step attend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The muse, still social, still remains a friend—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In solitude her converse gives delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gay poetic dreams she cheers the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She aids me, shields me, bears me on her wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spite of growling whelps, to high, exalted things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond the miscreants that my peace molest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Miscreants, with dullness and with rage opprest.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Hail, great Mac Swiggen!<a name="FNanchor_148_182" id="FNanchor_148_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_148_182" class="fnanchor">[149]</a> foe to honest fame,<a name="FNanchor_149_183" id="FNanchor_149_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_149_183" class="fnanchor">[150]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patron of dunces, and thyself the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You dream of conquest—tell me, how, or whence?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Act like a man and combat me with sense—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This evil have I known, and known but once,<a name="FNanchor_150_184" id="FNanchor_150_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_150_184" class="fnanchor">[151]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus to be gall'd and slander'd by a dunce,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw rage and weakness join their dastard plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To crush the shadow, not attack the man.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What swarms of vermin from the sultry south<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like frogs surround thy pestilential mouth—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clad in the garb of sacred sanctity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What madness prompts thee to invent a lie?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou base defender of a wretched crew,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy tongue let loose on those you never knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The human spirit with the brutal join'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The imps of Orcus in thy breast combin'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The genius barren, and the wicked heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepar'd to take each trifling scoundrel's part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The turn'd up nose, the monkey's foolish face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scorn of reason, and your sire's disgrace—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assist me, gods, to drive this dog of rhime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Back to the torments of his native clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where dullness mingles with her native earth,<a name="FNanchor_151_185" id="FNanchor_151_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_151_185" class="fnanchor">[152]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rhimes, not worth the pang that gave them birth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where did he learn to write or talk with men?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A senseless blockhead, with a scribbling pen—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vile acrostics thou may'st please the fair,<a name="FNanchor_152_186" id="FNanchor_152_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_152_186" class="fnanchor">[153]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not less than with thy looks and powder'd hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But strive no more with rhime to daunt thy foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, by the flame that in my bosom glows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The muse on thee shall her worst fury spend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hemp, or water, thy vile being end.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Aspers'd like me, who would not grieve and rage!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who would not burn, Mac Swiggen to engage?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him and his friends, a mean, designing race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, singly I, must combat face to face—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone I stand to meet the foul-mouth'd train,<a name="FNanchor_153_187" id="FNanchor_153_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_153_187" class="fnanchor">[154]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assisted by no poets of the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose timerous Muses cannot swell their theme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond a meadow or a purling stream.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were not my breast impervious to despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And did not Clio reign unrivall'd there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must expire beneath the ungenerous host,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dullness triumph o'er a poet lost.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Rage gives me wings, and fearless prompts me on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To conquer brutes the world should blush to own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No peace, no quarter to such imps I lend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death and perdition on each line I send;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bring all the wittlings that your host supplies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cloud of nonsense and a storm of lies—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your kitchen wit—Mac Swiggen's loud applause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wretched rhymer with his lanthorn jaws—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His deep-set eyes forever on the wink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His soul extracted from the public sink—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All such as he, to my confusion call—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tho' ten myriads—I despise them all.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Come on, Mac Swiggen, come—your muse is willing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your prose is merry, but your verse is killing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come on, attack me with that whining prose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your beard is red, and swine-like is your nose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like burning brush your bristly head of hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ugliest image of a Greenland bear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come on—attack me with your choicest rhimes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound void of sense betrays the unmeaning chimes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, league your forces; all your wit combine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your wit not equal to the bold design—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heaviest arms the Muse can give, I wield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stretch Mac Swiggen floundering on the field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Swiggen, who, aided by some spurious Muse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But bellows nonsense, and but writes abuse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Swiggen, immortal and unfading grown,<a name="FNanchor_154_188" id="FNanchor_154_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_154_188" class="fnanchor">[155]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But by no deeds or merits of his own.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, when some hateful monster sees the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spirits we preserve it from decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for what end, it is not hard to guess—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not for its value, but its ugliness.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Now, by the winds which shake thy rubric mop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(That nest of witches, or that barber's shop)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mac Swiggen, hear—Be wise in times to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dunce by nature, bid thy muse be dumb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest you, devoted to the infernal skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Descend, like Lucifer, no more to rise.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sick of all feuds, to Reason I appeal<a name="FNanchor_155_189" id="FNanchor_155_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_155_189" class="fnanchor">[156]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From wars of paper, and from wars of steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let others here their hopes and wishes end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I to the sea with weary steps descend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quit the mean conquest that such swine might yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave Mac Swiggen to enjoy the field—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In distant isles some happier scene I'll choose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And court in softer shades the unwilling Muse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrice happy there, through peaceful plains to rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the cool verdure of the orange grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Safe from the miscreants that my peace molest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Miscreants, with dullness and with rage opprest.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_144_178" id="Footnote_144_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144_178"><span class="label">[145]</span></a> I can find only two versions of this poem: that in the 1786 edition of the +<span class="i1">Long have I sat on this disast'rous shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, sighing, sought to gain a passage o'er<br></span> +<span class="i0">To Europe's towns, where, as our travellers say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Poets may flourish, or, perhaps they may;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But such abuse has from your coarse pen fell<br></span> +<span class="i0">I think I may defer my voyage as well;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why should I far in search of honour roam,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dunces leave to triumph here at home?<br></span> +<span class="i1">Great Jove in wrath a spark of genius gave.<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bade me drink the mad Pierian wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence came these rhimes, with truth ascrib'd to me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That swell thy little soul to jealousy:<a id="FNanchor_145_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_145_179" class="fnanchor">[146]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">If thus, tormented at these flighty lays,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You strive to blast what ne'er was meant for praise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How will you bear the more exalted rhime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By labour polish'd, and matur'd by time?<br></span> +<span class="i1">Devoted madman! what inspir'd thy rage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who bade thy foolish muse with me engage?<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Against a wind-mill would'st thou try thy might,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Against a giant<a id="FNanchor_146_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_146_180" class="fnanchor">[147]</a> would a pigmy fight?<br></span> +<span class="i0">What could thy slanderous pen with malice arm<br></span> +<span class="i0">To injure him, who never did thee harm?<a id="FNanchor_147_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_147_181" class="fnanchor">[148]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Have I from thee been urgent to attain<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mean ideas of thy barren brain?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Have I been seen in borrowed clothes to shine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, when detected, swear by Jove they're mine?<br></span> +<span class="i0">O miscreant, hostile to thine own repose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From thy own envy thy destruction flows!<br></span> +<span class="i1">Bless'd be our western world—its scenes conspire<br></span> +<span class="i0">To raise a poet's fancy and his fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo, blue-topt mountains to the skies ascend!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lo, shady forests to the breezes bend!<br></span> +<span class="i0">See mighty streams meandering to the main!<br></span> +<span class="i0">See lambs and lambkins sport on every plain!<br></span> +<span class="i0">The spotted herds in flowery meadows see!<br></span> +<span class="i0">But what, ungenerous wretch, are these to thee?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You find no charms in all that nature yields,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then leave to me the grottoes and the fields:<br></span> +<span class="i0">I interfere not with your vast design—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pursue your studies, and I'll follow mine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pursue, well pleas'd, your theologic schemes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Attend professors, and correct your themes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still some dull nonsense, low-bred wit invent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or prove from scripture what it never meant,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or far through law, that land of scoundrels, stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And truth disguise through all your mazy way;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wealth you may gain, your clients you may squeeze,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And by long cheating, learn to live at ease;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If but in Wood or Littleton well read,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The devil shall help you to your daily bread.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i1">O waft me far, ye muses of the west—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Give me your green bowers and soft seats of rest—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice happy in those dear retreats to find<br></span> +<span class="i0">A safe retirement from all human kind.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though dire misfortunes every step attend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The muse, still social, still remains a friend—<br></span> +<span class="i0">In solitude her converse gives delight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With gay poetic dreams she cheers the night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">She aids me, shields me, bears me on her wings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In spite of growling whelps, to high, exalted things,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the miscreants that my peace molest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Miscreants, with dullness and with rage opprest.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Hail, great Mac Swiggen!<a id="FNanchor_148_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_148_182" class="fnanchor">[149]</a> foe to honest fame,<a id="FNanchor_149_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_149_183" class="fnanchor">[150]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Patron of dunces, and thyself the same,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You dream of conquest—tell me, how, or whence?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Act like a man and combat me with sense—<br></span> +<span class="i0">This evil have I known, and known but once,<a id="FNanchor_150_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_150_184" class="fnanchor">[151]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to be gall'd and slander'd by a dunce,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Saw rage and weakness join their dastard plan<br></span> +<span class="i0">To crush the shadow, not attack the man.<br></span> +<span class="i1">What swarms of vermin from the sultry south<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like frogs surround thy pestilential mouth—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Clad in the garb of sacred sanctity,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What madness prompts thee to invent a lie?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thou base defender of a wretched crew,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy tongue let loose on those you never knew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The human spirit with the brutal join'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The imps of Orcus in thy breast combin'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The genius barren, and the wicked heart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Prepar'd to take each trifling scoundrel's part,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The turn'd up nose, the monkey's foolish face,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scorn of reason, and your sire's disgrace—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Assist me, gods, to drive this dog of rhime<br></span> +<span class="i0">Back to the torments of his native clime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where dullness mingles with her native earth,<a id="FNanchor_151_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_151_185" class="fnanchor">[152]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">And rhimes, not worth the pang that gave them birth!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where did he learn to write or talk with men?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">A senseless blockhead, with a scribbling pen—<br></span> +<span class="i0">In vile acrostics thou may'st please the fair,<a id="FNanchor_152_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_152_186" class="fnanchor">[153]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Not less than with thy looks and powder'd hair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But strive no more with rhime to daunt thy foes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or, by the flame that in my bosom glows,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The muse on thee shall her worst fury spend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hemp, or water, thy vile being end.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Aspers'd like me, who would not grieve and rage!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who would not burn, Mac Swiggen to engage?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Him and his friends, a mean, designing race,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I, singly I, must combat face to face—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Alone I stand to meet the foul-mouth'd train,<a id="FNanchor_153_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_153_187" class="fnanchor">[154]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Assisted by no poets of the plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose timerous Muses cannot swell their theme<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond a meadow or a purling stream.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Were not my breast impervious to despair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And did not Clio reign unrivall'd there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I must expire beneath the ungenerous host,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dullness triumph o'er a poet lost.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i1">Rage gives me wings, and fearless prompts me on<br></span> +<span class="i0">To conquer brutes the world should blush to own;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No peace, no quarter to such imps I lend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death and perdition on each line I send;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bring all the wittlings that your host supplies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A cloud of nonsense and a storm of lies—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your kitchen wit—Mac Swiggen's loud applause,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That wretched rhymer with his lanthorn jaws—<br></span> +<span class="i0">His deep-set eyes forever on the wink,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His soul extracted from the public sink—<br></span> +<span class="i0">All such as he, to my confusion call—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tho' ten myriads—I despise them all.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Come on, Mac Swiggen, come—your muse is willing,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your prose is merry, but your verse is killing—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come on, attack me with that whining prose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your beard is red, and swine-like is your nose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like burning brush your bristly head of hair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The ugliest image of a Greenland bear—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come on—attack me with your choicest rhimes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sound void of sense betrays the unmeaning chimes—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, league your forces; all your wit combine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your wit not equal to the bold design—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The heaviest arms the Muse can give, I wield,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To stretch Mac Swiggen floundering on the field,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Swiggen, who, aided by some spurious Muse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But bellows nonsense, and but writes abuse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Swiggen, immortal and unfading grown,<a id="FNanchor_154_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_154_188" class="fnanchor">[155]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">But by no deeds or merits of his own.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">So, when some hateful monster sees the day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In spirits we preserve it from decay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But for what end, it is not hard to guess—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not for its value, but its ugliness.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i1">Now, by the winds which shake thy rubric mop,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(That nest of witches, or that barber's shop)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mac Swiggen, hear—Be wise in times to come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A dunce by nature, bid thy muse be dumb,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lest you, devoted to the infernal skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Descend, like Lucifer, no more to rise.—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sick of all feuds, to Reason I appeal<a id="FNanchor_155_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_155_189" class="fnanchor">[156]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">From wars of paper, and from wars of steel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let others here their hopes and wishes end,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I to the sea with weary steps descend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Quit the mean conquest that such swine might yield,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And leave Mac Swiggen to enjoy the field—<br></span> +<span class="i0">In distant isles some happier scene I'll choose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And court in softer shades the unwilling Muse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice happy there, through peaceful plains to rove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or the cool verdure of the orange grove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Safe from the miscreants that my peace molest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Miscreants, with dullness and with rage opprest.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_144_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144_178"><span class="label">[145]</span></a> I can find only two versions of this poem: that in the 1786 edition of the poet, which I have reproduced, and that in the 1809 edition, in which the title is changed to "A Satire in Answer to a Hostile Attack. [First written, and published 1775.]" From the nature of the concluding lines of the poem, it @@ -12549,38 +12583,38 @@ omitted from the 1795 edition, only the first eight lines being used in the shor poem "To Shylock Ap-Shenken." The poet made many verbal changes for the later edition, but I have marked only the most significant.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_145_179" id="Footnote_145_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145_179"><span class="label">[146]</span></a> "Urge your little soul to cruelty."—<i>Ed. 1809.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_145_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145_179"><span class="label">[146]</span></a> "Urge your little soul to cruelty."—<i>Ed. 1809.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_146_180" id="Footnote_146_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146_180"><span class="label">[147]</span></a> "Castle."—<i>Ed. 1809.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_146_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146_180"><span class="label">[147]</span></a> "Castle."—<i>Ed. 1809.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_147_181" id="Footnote_147_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147_181"><span class="label">[148]</span></a> "Meant you harm."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_147_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147_181"><span class="label">[148]</span></a> "Meant you harm."—<i>Ib.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_148_182" id="Footnote_148_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148_182"><span class="label">[149]</span></a> "Thou bright genius." In each case where Mac Swiggen is used in +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_148_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148_182"><span class="label">[149]</span></a> "Thou bright genius." In each case where Mac Swiggen is used in the earlier version, it is changed later.—"This giant," "Sangrado," "dear satirist," "a green goose," "scribbler," and "insect," are supplied in its place.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_149_183" id="Footnote_149_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149_183"><span class="label">[150]</span></a> Of the ninety-four remaining lines of the poem, fifty were taken from the +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_149_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149_183"><span class="label">[150]</span></a> Of the ninety-four remaining lines of the poem, fifty were taken from the satires written by the poet while in college, in the war between the Whig and Cliosophic Societies. Many of the lines were much changed. The portion used by Freneau may be said to comprise all of the three early satires that could be quoted with decency.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_150_184" id="Footnote_150_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150_184"><span class="label">[151]</span></a> This line and the one following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_150_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150_184"><span class="label">[151]</span></a> This line and the one following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_151_185" id="Footnote_151_185"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151_185"><span class="label">[152]</span></a> This line and the one following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_151_185"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151_185"><span class="label">[152]</span></a> This line and the one following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_152_186" id="Footnote_152_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152_186"><span class="label">[153]</span></a> This line and the seven following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_152_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152_186"><span class="label">[153]</span></a> This line and the seven following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_153_187" id="Footnote_153_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_153_187"><span class="label">[154]</span></a> This line and the seven following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_153_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_153_187"><span class="label">[154]</span></a> This line and the seven following not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_154_188" id="Footnote_154_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_154_188"><span class="label">[155]</span></a> Six lines not in Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_154_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_154_188"><span class="label">[155]</span></a> Six lines not in Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_155_189" id="Footnote_155_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155_189"><span class="label">[156]</span></a> The remainder of the poem not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_155_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155_189"><span class="label">[156]</span></a> The remainder of the poem not in the Clio-Whig satires.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="THE_HOUSE_OF_NIGHT156" id="THE_HOUSE_OF_NIGHT156"></a>THE HOUSE OF NIGHT<a name="FNanchor_156_190" id="FNanchor_156_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_156_190" class="fnanchor">[157]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="THE_HOUSE_OF_NIGHT156"></a>THE HOUSE OF NIGHT<a id="FNanchor_156_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_156_190" class="fnanchor">[157]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">A Vision</p> @@ -12619,985 +12653,985 @@ may assist in conducting us to a better.</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">1<br /></span> +<span class="i10">1<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Trembling I write my dream, and recollect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fearful vision at the midnight hour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So late, Death o'er me spread his sable wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painted with fancies of malignant power!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">2<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembling I write my dream, and recollect<br></span> +<span class="i0">A fearful vision at the midnight hour;<br></span> +<span class="i0">So late, Death o'er me spread his sable wings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Painted with fancies of malignant power!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">2<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such was the dream the sage Chaldean saw<span class='linenum'>5</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disclos'd to him that felt heav'n's vengeful rod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such was the ghost, who through deep silence cry'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall mortal man—be juster than his God?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such was the dream the sage Chaldean saw<span class='linenum'>5</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Disclos'd to him that felt heav'n's vengeful rod,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such was the ghost, who through deep silence cry'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall mortal man—be juster than his God?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">3<br /></span> +<span class="i10">3<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let others draw from smiling skies their theme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell of climes that boast unfading light,<span class='linenum'>10</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I draw a darker scene, replete with gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sing the horrors of the House of Night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let others draw from smiling skies their theme,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tell of climes that boast unfading light,<span class='linenum'>10</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">I draw a darker scene, replete with gloom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I sing the horrors of the House of Night.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">4<br /></span> +<span class="i10">4<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stranger, believe the truth experience tells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poetic dreams are of a finer cast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than those which o'er the sober brain diffus'd,<span class='linenum'>15</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are but a repetition of some action past.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stranger, believe the truth experience tells,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Poetic dreams are of a finer cast<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than those which o'er the sober brain diffus'd,<span class='linenum'>15</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Are but a repetition of some action past.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">5<br /></span> +<span class="i10">5<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fancy, I own thy power—when sunk in sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou play'st thy wild delusive part so well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You lift me into immortality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Depict new heavens, or draw the scenes of hell.<span class='linenum'>20</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">6<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fancy, I own thy power—when sunk in sleep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thou play'st thy wild delusive part so well<br></span> +<span class="i0">You lift me into immortality,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Depict new heavens, or draw the scenes of hell.<span class='linenum'>20</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">6<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By some sad means, when Reason holds no sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely I rov'd at midnight o'er a plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where murmuring streams and mingling rivers flow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far to their springs, or seek the sea again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By some sad means, when Reason holds no sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lonely I rov'd at midnight o'er a plain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where murmuring streams and mingling rivers flow<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far to their springs, or seek the sea again.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">7<br /></span> +<span class="i10">7<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet vernal May! tho' then thy woods in bloom<span class='linenum'>25</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flourish'd, yet nought of this could Fancy see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No wild pinks bless'd the meads, no green the fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And naked seem'd to stand each lifeless tree:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet vernal May! tho' then thy woods in bloom<span class='linenum'>25</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Flourish'd, yet nought of this could Fancy see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No wild pinks bless'd the meads, no green the fields,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And naked seem'd to stand each lifeless tree:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">8<br /></span> +<span class="i10">8<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dark was the sky, and not one friendly star<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shone from the zenith or horizon, clear,<span class='linenum'>30</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mist sate upon the woods, and darkness rode<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her black chariot, with a wild career.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark was the sky, and not one friendly star<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shone from the zenith or horizon, clear,<span class='linenum'>30</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Mist sate upon the woods, and darkness rode<br></span> +<span class="i0">In her black chariot, with a wild career.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">9<br /></span> +<span class="i10">9<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And from the woods the late resounding note<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Issued of the loquacious Whip-poor-will,<a name="FNanchor_AI_191" id="FNanchor_AI_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_AI_191" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hoarse, howling dogs, and nightly roving wolves<span class='linenum'>35</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clamour'd from far off cliffs invisible.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the woods the late resounding note<br></span> +<span class="i0">Issued of the loquacious Whip-poor-will,<a id="FNanchor_AI_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_AI_191" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Hoarse, howling dogs, and nightly roving wolves<span class='linenum'>35</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Clamour'd from far off cliffs invisible.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AI_191" id="Footnote_AI_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AI_191"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> A Bird peculiar to America, of a solitary nature, who never sings +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AI_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AI_191"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> A Bird peculiar to America, of a solitary nature, who never sings but in the night. Her note resembles the name given to her by the country people.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">10<br /></span> +<span class="i10">10<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rude, from the wide extended Chesapeke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard the winds the dashing waves assail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saw from far, by picturing fancy form'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The black ship travelling through the noisy gale.<span class='linenum'>40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rude, from the wide extended Chesapeke<br></span> +<span class="i0">I heard the winds the dashing waves assail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And saw from far, by picturing fancy form'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The black ship travelling through the noisy gale.<span class='linenum'>40</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">11<br /></span> +<span class="i10">11<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last, by chance and guardian fancy led,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I reach'd a noble dome, rais'd fair and high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saw the light from upper windows flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presage of mirth and hospitality.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last, by chance and guardian fancy led,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I reach'd a noble dome, rais'd fair and high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And saw the light from upper windows flame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Presage of mirth and hospitality.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">12<br /></span> +<span class="i10">12<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And by that light around the dome appear'd<span class='linenum'>45</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mournful garden of autumnal hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its lately pleasing flowers all drooping stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst high weeds that in rank plenty grew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by that light around the dome appear'd<span class='linenum'>45</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">A mournful garden of autumnal hue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Its lately pleasing flowers all drooping stood<br></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst high weeds that in rank plenty grew.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">13<br /></span> +<span class="i10">13<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Primrose there, the violet darkly blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daisies and fair Narcissus ceas'd to rise,<span class='linenum'>50</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gay spotted pinks their charming bloom withdrew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Polyanthus quench'd its thousand dyes.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">14<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Primrose there, the violet darkly blue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Daisies and fair Narcissus ceas'd to rise,<span class='linenum'>50</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Gay spotted pinks their charming bloom withdrew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Polyanthus quench'd its thousand dyes.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">14<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No pleasant fruit or blossom gaily smil'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought but unhappy plants or trees were seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The yew, the myrtle, and the church-yard elm,<span class='linenum'>55</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cypress, with its melancholy green.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No pleasant fruit or blossom gaily smil'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nought but unhappy plants or trees were seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The yew, the myrtle, and the church-yard elm,<span class='linenum'>55</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The cypress, with its melancholy green.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">15<br /></span> +<span class="i10">15<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There cedars dark, the osier, and the pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shorn tamarisks, and weeping willows grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poplar tall, the lotos, and the lime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pyracantha did her leaves renew.<span class='linenum'>60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There cedars dark, the osier, and the pine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shorn tamarisks, and weeping willows grew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The poplar tall, the lotos, and the lime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pyracantha did her leaves renew.<span class='linenum'>60</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">16<br /></span> +<span class="i10">16<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The poppy there, companion to repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Display'd her blossoms that began to fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here the purple amaranthus rose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mint strong-scented, for the funeral.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The poppy there, companion to repose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Display'd her blossoms that began to fall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And here the purple amaranthus rose<br></span> +<span class="i0">With mint strong-scented, for the funeral.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">17<br /></span> +<span class="i10">17<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And here and there with laurel shrubs between<span class='linenum'>65</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A tombstone lay, inscrib'd with strains of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stanzas sad, throughout the dismal green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lamented for the dead that slept below.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">18<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here and there with laurel shrubs between<span class='linenum'>65</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">A tombstone lay, inscrib'd with strains of woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And stanzas sad, throughout the dismal green,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lamented for the dead that slept below.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">18<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Peace to this awful dome!—when strait I heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voice of men in a secluded room,<span class='linenum'>70</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much did they talk of death, and much of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of coffins, shrouds, and horrors of a tomb.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peace to this awful dome!—when strait I heard<br></span> +<span class="i0">The voice of men in a secluded room,<span class='linenum'>70</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Much did they talk of death, and much of life,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of coffins, shrouds, and horrors of a tomb.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">19<br /></span> +<span class="i10">19<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pathetic were their words, and well they aim'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To explain the mystic paths of providence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn'd were they all, but there remain'd not I<span class='linenum'>75</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hear the upshot of their conference.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pathetic were their words, and well they aim'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">To explain the mystic paths of providence,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Learn'd were they all, but there remain'd not I<span class='linenum'>75</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">To hear the upshot of their conference.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">20<br /></span> +<span class="i10">20<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Meantime from an adjoining chamber came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confused murmurings, half distinguish'd sounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I nearer drew, disputes arose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of surgery, and remedies for wounds.<span class='linenum'>80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meantime from an adjoining chamber came<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confused murmurings, half distinguish'd sounds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And as I nearer drew, disputes arose<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of surgery, and remedies for wounds.<span class='linenum'>80</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">21<br /></span> +<span class="i10">21<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dull were their feuds, for they went on to talk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>Anchylosis</i>,<a name="FNanchor_AJ_192" id="FNanchor_AJ_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_AJ_192" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> and the shoulder blade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Os Femoris</i>,<a href="#Footnote_AJ_192" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> <i>Trochanters</i><a href="#Footnote_AJ_192" class="fnanchor">[B]</a>—and whate'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has been discuss'd by Cheselden or Meade:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dull were their feuds, for they went on to talk<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of <i>Anchylosis</i>,<a id="FNanchor_AJ_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_AJ_192" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> and the shoulder blade,<br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Os Femoris</i>,<a href="#Footnote_AJ_192" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> <i>Trochanters</i><a href="#Footnote_AJ_192" class="fnanchor">[B]</a>—and whate'er<br></span> +<span class="i0">Has been discuss'd by Cheselden or Meade:<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AJ_192" id="Footnote_AJ_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AJ_192"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> <i>Anchylosis</i>—a morbid contraction of the joints. <i>Os Femoris</i>—the thigh +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AJ_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AJ_192"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> <i>Anchylosis</i>—a morbid contraction of the joints. <i>Os Femoris</i>—the thigh bone. <i>Trochanters</i>—two processes in the upper part of the thigh bone, otherwise called <i>rotator major et minor</i>, in which the tendons of many muscles terminate.—<i>Freneau's notes.</i></p></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">22<br /></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">22<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And often each, to prove his notion true,<span class='linenum'>85</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought proofs from Galen or Hippocrates—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fancy led me hence—and left them so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Firm at their points of hardy No and Yes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And often each, to prove his notion true,<span class='linenum'>85</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Brought proofs from Galen or Hippocrates—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But fancy led me hence—and left them so,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Firm at their points of hardy No and Yes.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">23<br /></span> +<span class="i10">23<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then up three winding stairs my feet were brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a high chamber, hung with mourning sad,<span class='linenum'>90</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The unsnuff'd candles glar'd with visage dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst grief, in ecstacy of woe run mad.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then up three winding stairs my feet were brought<br></span> +<span class="i0">To a high chamber, hung with mourning sad,<span class='linenum'>90</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The unsnuff'd candles glar'd with visage dim,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst grief, in ecstacy of woe run mad.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">24<br /></span> +<span class="i10">24<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A wide leaf'd table stood on either side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well fraught with phials, half their liquids spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from a couch, behind the curtain's veil,<span class='linenum'>95</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard a hollow voice of loud lament.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A wide leaf'd table stood on either side,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Well fraught with phials, half their liquids spent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from a couch, behind the curtain's veil,<span class='linenum'>95</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">I heard a hollow voice of loud lament.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">25<br /></span> +<span class="i10">25<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Turning to view the object whence it came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My frighted eyes a horrid form survey'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fancy, I own thy power—Death on the couch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fleshless limbs, at rueful length, was laid.<span class='linenum'>100</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">26<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turning to view the object whence it came,<br></span> +<span class="i0">My frighted eyes a horrid form survey'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fancy, I own thy power—Death on the couch,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With fleshless limbs, at rueful length, was laid.<span class='linenum'>100</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">26<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And o'er his head flew jealousies and cares,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ghosts, imps, and half the black Tartarian crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arch-angels damn'd, nor was their Prince remote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Borne on the vaporous wings of Stygian dew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er his head flew jealousies and cares,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ghosts, imps, and half the black Tartarian crew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Arch-angels damn'd, nor was their Prince remote,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Borne on the vaporous wings of Stygian dew.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">27<br /></span> +<span class="i10">27<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Around his bed, by the dull flambeaux' glare,<span class='linenum'>105</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw pale phantoms—Rage to madness vext,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wan, wasting grief, and ever musing care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distressful pain, and poverty perplext.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around his bed, by the dull flambeaux' glare,<span class='linenum'>105</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">I saw pale phantoms—Rage to madness vext,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wan, wasting grief, and ever musing care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Distressful pain, and poverty perplext.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">28<br /></span> +<span class="i10">28<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sad was his countenance, if we can call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That countenance, where only bones were seen<span class='linenum'>110</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eyes sunk in their sockets, dark and low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And teeth, that only show'd themselves to grin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sad was his countenance, if we can call<br></span> +<span class="i0">That countenance, where only bones were seen<span class='linenum'>110</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And eyes sunk in their sockets, dark and low,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And teeth, that only show'd themselves to grin.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">29<br /></span> +<span class="i10">29<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Reft was his scull of hair, and no fresh bloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of chearful mirth sate on his visage hoar:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes he rais'd his head, while deep-drawn groans<span class='linenum'>115</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were mixt with words that did his fate deplore.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">30<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reft was his scull of hair, and no fresh bloom<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of chearful mirth sate on his visage hoar:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sometimes he rais'd his head, while deep-drawn groans<span class='linenum'>115</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Were mixt with words that did his fate deplore.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">30<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oft did he wish to see the daylight spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often toward the window lean'd to hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fore-runner of the scarlet-mantled morn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The early note of wakeful Chanticleer.<span class='linenum'>120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft did he wish to see the daylight spring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And often toward the window lean'd to hear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fore-runner of the scarlet-mantled morn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The early note of wakeful Chanticleer.<span class='linenum'>120</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">31<br /></span> +<span class="i10">31<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus he—But at my hand a portly youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of comely countenance, began to tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That this was Death upon his dying bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sullen, morose, and peevish to be well;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus he—But at my hand a portly youth<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of comely countenance, began to tell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That this was Death upon his dying bed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Sullen, morose, and peevish to be well;<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">32<br /></span> +<span class="i10">32<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Fixt is his doom—the miscreant reigns no more<span class='linenum'>125</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The tyrant of the dying or the dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"This night concludes his all-consuming reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Pour out, ye heav'ns, your vengeance on his head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Fixt is his doom—the miscreant reigns no more<span class='linenum'>125</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"The tyrant of the dying or the dead;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"This night concludes his all-consuming reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Pour out, ye heav'ns, your vengeance on his head.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">33<br /></span> +<span class="i10">33<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But since, my friend (said he), chance leads you here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With me this night upon the sick attend,<span class='linenum'>130</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"You on this bed of death must watch, and I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Will not be distant from the fretful fiend.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">34<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But since, my friend (said he), chance leads you here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With me this night upon the sick attend,<span class='linenum'>130</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"You on this bed of death must watch, and I<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Will not be distant from the fretful fiend.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">34<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Before he made this lofty pile his home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In undisturb'd repose I sweetly slept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But when he came to this sequester'd dome,<span class='linenum'>135</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"'Twas then my troubles came, and then I wept:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Before he made this lofty pile his home,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In undisturb'd repose I sweetly slept,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But when he came to this sequester'd dome,<span class='linenum'>135</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"'Twas then my troubles came, and then I wept:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">35<br /></span> +<span class="i10">35<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Twice three long nights, in this sad chamber, I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"As though a brother languish'd in despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Have 'tended faithful round his gloomy bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Have been content to breathe this loathsome air.<span class='linenum'>140</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Twice three long nights, in this sad chamber, I,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"As though a brother languish'd in despair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Have 'tended faithful round his gloomy bed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Have been content to breathe this loathsome air.<span class='linenum'>140</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">36<br /></span> +<span class="i10">36<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A while relieve the languors that I feel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sleep's magic forces close my weary eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Soft o'er my soul unwonted slumbers steal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Aid the weak patient till you see me rise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A while relieve the languors that I feel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Sleep's magic forces close my weary eyes;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Soft o'er my soul unwonted slumbers steal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Aid the weak patient till you see me rise.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">37<br /></span> +<span class="i10">37<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But let no slumbers on your eye-lids fall,<span class='linenum'>145</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That if he ask for powder or for pill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"You may be ready at the word to start,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And still seem anxious to perform his will.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">38<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But let no slumbers on your eye-lids fall,<span class='linenum'>145</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"That if he ask for powder or for pill<br></span> +<span class="i0">"You may be ready at the word to start,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And still seem anxious to perform his will.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">38<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The bleeding Saviour of a world undone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Bade thy compassion rise toward thy foe;<span class='linenum'>150</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Then, stranger, for the sake of Mary's son,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thy tears of pity on this wretch bestow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The bleeding Saviour of a world undone<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Bade thy compassion rise toward thy foe;<span class='linenum'>150</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Then, stranger, for the sake of Mary's son,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy tears of pity on this wretch bestow.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">39<br /></span> +<span class="i10">39<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"'Twas he that stole from my adoring arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Aspasia, she the loveliest of her kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Lucretia's virtue, with a Helen's charms,<span class='linenum'>155</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Charms of the face, and beauties of the mind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Twas he that stole from my adoring arms<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Aspasia, she the loveliest of her kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Lucretia's virtue, with a Helen's charms,<span class='linenum'>155</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Charms of the face, and beauties of the mind.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">40<br /></span> +<span class="i10">40<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The blushy cheek, the lively, beaming eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The ruby lip, the flowing jetty hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The stature tall, the aspect so divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"All beauty, you would think, had center'd there.<span class='linenum'>160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The blushy cheek, the lively, beaming eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The ruby lip, the flowing jetty hair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The stature tall, the aspect so divine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"All beauty, you would think, had center'd there.<span class='linenum'>160</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">41<br /></span> +<span class="i10">41<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Each future age her virtues shall extol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nor the just tribute to her worth refuse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Fam'd, to the stars Urania bids her rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Theme of the moral, and the tragic Muse.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">42<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Each future age her virtues shall extol,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nor the just tribute to her worth refuse;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Fam'd, to the stars Urania bids her rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Theme of the moral, and the tragic Muse.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">42<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sweet as the fragrance of the vernal morn,<span class='linenum'>165</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nipt in its bloom this faded flower I see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The inspiring angel from that breast is gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And life's warm tide forever chill'd in thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweet as the fragrance of the vernal morn,<span class='linenum'>165</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nipt in its bloom this faded flower I see;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The inspiring angel from that breast is gone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And life's warm tide forever chill'd in thee!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">43<br /></span> +<span class="i10">43<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Such charms shall greet my longing soul no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Her lively eyes are clos'd in endless shade,<span class='linenum'>170</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Torpid, she rests on yonder marble floor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Approach, and see what havock Death has made.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Such charms shall greet my longing soul no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Her lively eyes are clos'd in endless shade,<span class='linenum'>170</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Torpid, she rests on yonder marble floor;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Approach, and see what havock Death has made.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">44<br /></span> +<span class="i10">44<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Yet, stranger, hold—her charms are so divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Such tints of life still on her visage glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That even in death this slumbering bride of mine<span class='linenum'>175</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"May seize thy heart, and make thee wretched too.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet, stranger, hold—her charms are so divine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Such tints of life still on her visage glow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That even in death this slumbering bride of mine<span class='linenum'>175</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"May seize thy heart, and make thee wretched too.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">45<br /></span> +<span class="i10">45<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O shun the sight—forbid thy trembling hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"From her pale face to raise the enshrouding lawn,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Death claims thy care, obey his stern command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Trim the dull tapers, for I see no dawn!"<span class='linenum'>180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O shun the sight—forbid thy trembling hand<br></span> +<span class="i0">"From her pale face to raise the enshrouding lawn,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Death claims thy care, obey his stern command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Trim the dull tapers, for I see no dawn!"<span class='linenum'>180</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">46<br /></span> +<span class="i10">46<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So said, at Death's left side I sate me down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mourning youth toward his right reclin'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death in the middle lay, with all his groans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And much he toss'd and tumbled, sigh'd and pin'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So said, at Death's left side I sate me down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mourning youth toward his right reclin'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death in the middle lay, with all his groans,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And much he toss'd and tumbled, sigh'd and pin'd.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">47<br /></span> +<span class="i10">47<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now this man of hell toward me turn'd,<span class='linenum'>185</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And strait, in hideous tone, began to speak;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long held he sage discourse, but I forebore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To answer him, much less his news to seek.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">48<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now this man of hell toward me turn'd,<span class='linenum'>185</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And strait, in hideous tone, began to speak;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long held he sage discourse, but I forebore<br></span> +<span class="i0">To answer him, much less his news to seek.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">48<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He talk'd of tomb-stones and of monuments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Equinoctial climes and India shores,<span class='linenum'>190</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He talk'd of stars that shed their influence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fevers and plagues, and all their noxious stores.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He talk'd of tomb-stones and of monuments,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of Equinoctial climes and India shores,<span class='linenum'>190</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">He talk'd of stars that shed their influence,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fevers and plagues, and all their noxious stores.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">49<br /></span> +<span class="i10">49<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He mention'd, too, the guileful <i>calenture</i>,<a name="FNanchor_AK_193" id="FNanchor_AK_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_AK_193" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tempting the sailor on the deep sea main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That paints gay groves upon the ocean floor,<span class='linenum'>195</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beckoning her victim to the faithless scene.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He mention'd, too, the guileful <i>calenture</i>,<a id="FNanchor_AK_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_AK_193" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Tempting the sailor on the deep sea main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That paints gay groves upon the ocean floor,<span class='linenum'>195</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Beckoning her victim to the faithless scene.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AK_193" id="Footnote_AK_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AK_193"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> <i>Calenture</i>—an inflammatory fever, attended with a delirium, common +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AK_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AK_193"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> <i>Calenture</i>—an inflammatory fever, attended with a delirium, common in long voyages at sea, in which the diseased persons fancy the sea to be green fields and meadows, and, if they are not hindered, will leap overboard.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">50<br /></span> +<span class="i10">50<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Much spoke he of the myrtle and the yew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ghosts that nightly walk the church-yard o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of storms that through the wint'ry ocean blow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dash the well-mann'd galley on the shore,<span class='linenum'>200</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much spoke he of the myrtle and the yew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of ghosts that nightly walk the church-yard o'er,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of storms that through the wint'ry ocean blow<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dash the well-mann'd galley on the shore,<span class='linenum'>200</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">51<br /></span> +<span class="i10">51<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of broad-mouth'd cannons, and the thunderbolt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sieges and convulsions, dearth and fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of poisonous weeds—but seem'd to sneer at these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who by the laurel o'er him did aspire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of broad-mouth'd cannons, and the thunderbolt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of sieges and convulsions, dearth and fire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of poisonous weeds—but seem'd to sneer at these<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who by the laurel o'er him did aspire.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">52<br /></span> +<span class="i10">52<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then with a hollow voice thus went he on:<span class='linenum'>205</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Get up, and search, and bring, when found, to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Some cordial, potion, or some pleasant draught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Sweet, slumb'rous poppy, or the mild Bohea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then with a hollow voice thus went he on:<span class='linenum'>205</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Get up, and search, and bring, when found, to me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Some cordial, potion, or some pleasant draught,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweet, slumb'rous poppy, or the mild Bohea.<br></span> </div></div> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">53<br /></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">53<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But hark, my pitying friend!—and, if you can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Deceive the grim physician at the door—<span class='linenum'>210</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Bring half the mountain springs—ah! hither bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The cold rock water from the shady bower.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But hark, my pitying friend!—and, if you can,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Deceive the grim physician at the door—<span class='linenum'>210</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Bring half the mountain springs—ah! hither bring<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The cold rock water from the shady bower.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">54<br /></span> +<span class="i10">54<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For till this night such thirst did ne'er invade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A thirst provok'd by heav'n's avenging hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Hence bear me, friends, to quaff, and quaff again<span class='linenum'>215</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The cool wave bubbling from the yellow sand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For till this night such thirst did ne'er invade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"A thirst provok'd by heav'n's avenging hand;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Hence bear me, friends, to quaff, and quaff again<span class='linenum'>215</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"The cool wave bubbling from the yellow sand.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">55<br /></span> +<span class="i10">55<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"To these dark walls with stately step I came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Prepar'd your drugs and doses to defy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Smit with the love of never dying fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I came, alas! to conquer—not to die!"<span class='linenum'>220</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To these dark walls with stately step I came,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Prepar'd your drugs and doses to defy;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Smit with the love of never dying fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I came, alas! to conquer—not to die!"<span class='linenum'>220</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">56<br /></span> +<span class="i10">56<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Glad, from his side I sprang, and fetch'd the draught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which down his greedy throat he quickly swills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then on a second errand sent me strait,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To search in some dark corner for his pills.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glad, from his side I sprang, and fetch'd the draught,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which down his greedy throat he quickly swills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then on a second errand sent me strait,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To search in some dark corner for his pills.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">57<br /></span> +<span class="i10">57<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quoth he, "These pills have long compounded been,<span class='linenum'>225</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Of dead men's bones and bitter roots, I trow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But that I may to wonted health return,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Throughout my lank veins shall their substance go."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">58<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "These pills have long compounded been,<span class='linenum'>225</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Of dead men's bones and bitter roots, I trow;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But that I may to wonted health return,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Throughout my lank veins shall their substance go."<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">58<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So down they went.—He rais'd his fainting head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oft in feeble tone essay'd to talk;<span class='linenum'>230</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quoth he, "Since remedies have small avail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Assist unhappy Death once more to walk."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So down they went.—He rais'd his fainting head<br></span> +<span class="i0">And oft in feeble tone essay'd to talk;<span class='linenum'>230</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "Since remedies have small avail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Assist unhappy Death once more to walk."<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">59<br /></span> +<span class="i10">59<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then slowly rising from his loathsome bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On wasted legs the meagre monster stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gap'd wide, and foam'd, and hungry seem'd to ask,<span class='linenum'>235</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho' sick, an endless quantity of food.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then slowly rising from his loathsome bed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">On wasted legs the meagre monster stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gap'd wide, and foam'd, and hungry seem'd to ask,<span class='linenum'>235</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' sick, an endless quantity of food.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">60<br /></span> +<span class="i10">60<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said he, "The sweet melodious flute prepare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The anthem, and the organ's solemn sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Such as may strike my soul with ecstacy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Such as may from yon' lofty wall rebound.<span class='linenum'>240</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said he, "The sweet melodious flute prepare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The anthem, and the organ's solemn sound,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Such as may strike my soul with ecstacy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Such as may from yon' lofty wall rebound.<span class='linenum'>240</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">61<br /></span> +<span class="i10">61<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Sweet music can the fiercest pains assuage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"She bids the soul to heaven's blest mansions rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"She calms despair, controuls infernal rage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And deepest anguish, when it hears her, dies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweet music can the fiercest pains assuage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"She bids the soul to heaven's blest mansions rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"She calms despair, controuls infernal rage<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And deepest anguish, when it hears her, dies.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">62<br /></span> +<span class="i10">62<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And see, the mizzling, misty midnight reigns,<span class='linenum'>245</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And no soft dews are on my eye-lids sent!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Here, stranger, lend thy hand; assist me, pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To walk a circuit of no large extent."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And see, the mizzling, misty midnight reigns,<span class='linenum'>245</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"And no soft dews are on my eye-lids sent!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Here, stranger, lend thy hand; assist me, pray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To walk a circuit of no large extent."—<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">63<br /></span> +<span class="i10">63<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On my prest shoulders leaning, round he went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And could have made the boldest spectre flee,<span class='linenum'>250</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I led him up stairs, and I led him down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not one moment's rest from pain got he.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">64<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On my prest shoulders leaning, round he went,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And could have made the boldest spectre flee,<span class='linenum'>250</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">I led him up stairs, and I led him down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But not one moment's rest from pain got he.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">64<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then with his dart, its cusp unpointed now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrice with main strength he smote the trembling floor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roof resounded to the fearful blow,<span class='linenum'>255</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Cleon started, doom'd to sleep no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then with his dart, its cusp unpointed now,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice with main strength he smote the trembling floor;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The roof resounded to the fearful blow,<span class='linenum'>255</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And Cleon started, doom'd to sleep no more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">65<br /></span> +<span class="i10">65<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thus spoke Death, impatient of controul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Quick, move, and bring from yonder black bureau<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The sacred book that may preserve my soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"From long damnation, and eternal woe.<span class='linenum'>260</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When thus spoke Death, impatient of controul,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Quick, move, and bring from yonder black bureau<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The sacred book that may preserve my soul<br></span> +<span class="i0">"From long damnation, and eternal woe.<span class='linenum'>260</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">66<br /></span> +<span class="i10">66<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And with it bring—for you may find them there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The works of holy authors, dead and gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The sacred tome of moving Drelincourt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Or what more solemn Sherlock mus'd upon:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And with it bring—for you may find them there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The works of holy authors, dead and gone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The sacred tome of moving Drelincourt,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Or what more solemn Sherlock mus'd upon:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">67<br /></span> +<span class="i10">67<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And read, my Cleon, what these sages say,<span class='linenum'>265</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And what the sacred Penman hath declar'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That when the wicked leaves his odious way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"His sins shall vanish, and his soul be spar'd."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And read, my Cleon, what these sages say,<span class='linenum'>265</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"And what the sacred Penman hath declar'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That when the wicked leaves his odious way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"His sins shall vanish, and his soul be spar'd."<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">68<br /></span> +<span class="i10">68<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he, unmindful of the vain command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reason'd with Death, nor were his reasonings few:<span class='linenum'>270</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quoth he—"My Lord, what frenzy moves your brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Pray, what, my Lord, can Sherlock be to you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he, unmindful of the vain command,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reason'd with Death, nor were his reasonings few:<span class='linenum'>270</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he—"My Lord, what frenzy moves your brain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Pray, what, my Lord, can Sherlock be to you,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">69<br /></span> +<span class="i10">69<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Or all the sage divines that ever wrote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Grave Drelincourt, or heaven's unerring page;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"These point their arrows at your hostile breast,<span class='linenum'>275</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And raise new pains that time must ne'er assuage.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">70<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Or all the sage divines that ever wrote,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Grave Drelincourt, or heaven's unerring page;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"These point their arrows at your hostile breast,<span class='linenum'>275</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"And raise new pains that time must ne'er assuage.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">70<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And why should thus thy woe disturb my rest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Much of Theology I once did read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And there 'tis fixt, sure as my God is so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That Death shall perish, tho' a God should bleed.<span class='linenum'>280</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And why should thus thy woe disturb my rest?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Much of Theology I once did read,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And there 'tis fixt, sure as my God is so,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That Death shall perish, tho' a God should bleed.<span class='linenum'>280</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">71<br /></span> +<span class="i10">71<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The martyr, doom'd the pangs of fire to feel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Lives but a moment in the sultry blast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The victim groans, and dies beneath the steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But thy severer pains shall always last.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The martyr, doom'd the pangs of fire to feel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Lives but a moment in the sultry blast;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The victim groans, and dies beneath the steel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But thy severer pains shall always last.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">72<br /></span> +<span class="i10">72<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"O miscreant vile, thy age has made thee doat—<span class='linenum'>285</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"If peace, if sacred peace were found for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Hell would cry out, and all the damn'd arise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And, more deserving, seek for pity too.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O miscreant vile, thy age has made thee doat—<span class='linenum'>285</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"If peace, if sacred peace were found for you,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Hell would cry out, and all the damn'd arise<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And, more deserving, seek for pity too.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">73<br /></span> +<span class="i10">73<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Seek not for Paradise—'tis not for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where high in heaven its sweetest blossoms blow,<span class='linenum'>290</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nor even where, gliding to the Persian main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thy waves, Euphrates, through the garden flow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Seek not for Paradise—'tis not for thee,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where high in heaven its sweetest blossoms blow,<span class='linenum'>290</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nor even where, gliding to the Persian main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy waves, Euphrates, through the garden flow!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">74<br /></span> +<span class="i10">74<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Bloody has been thy reign, O man of hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who sympathiz'd with no departing groan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Cruel wast thou, and hardly dost deserve<span class='linenum'>295</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To have <i>Hic Jacet</i> stampt upon thy stone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Bloody has been thy reign, O man of hell,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Who sympathiz'd with no departing groan;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Cruel wast thou, and hardly dost deserve<span class='linenum'>295</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"To have <i>Hic Jacet</i> stampt upon thy stone.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">75<br /></span> +<span class="i10">75<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"He that could build his mansion o'er the tombs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Depending still on sickness and decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"May dwell unmov'd amidst these drowsier glooms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"May laugh the dullest of these shades away.<span class='linenum'>300</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">76<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He that could build his mansion o'er the tombs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Depending still on sickness and decay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"May dwell unmov'd amidst these drowsier glooms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"May laugh the dullest of these shades away.<span class='linenum'>300</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">76<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Remember how with unrelenting ire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"You tore the infant from the unwilling breast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Aspasia fell, and Cleon must expire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Doom'd by the impartial God to endless rest:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Remember how with unrelenting ire<br></span> +<span class="i0">"You tore the infant from the unwilling breast—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Aspasia fell, and Cleon must expire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Doom'd by the impartial God to endless rest:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">77<br /></span> +<span class="i10">77<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"In vain with stars he deck'd yon' spangled skies,<span class='linenum'>305</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And bade the mind to heaven's bright regions soar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And brought so far to my admiring eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A glimpse of glories that shall blaze no more!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In vain with stars he deck'd yon' spangled skies,<span class='linenum'>305</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"And bade the mind to heaven's bright regions soar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And brought so far to my admiring eyes<br></span> +<span class="i0">"A glimpse of glories that shall blaze no more!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">78<br /></span> +<span class="i10">78<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Even now, to glut thy devilish wrath, I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"From eastern realms a wasteful army rise:<span class='linenum'>310</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Why else those lights that tremble in the north?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Why else yon' comet blazing through the skies?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Even now, to glut thy devilish wrath, I see<br></span> +<span class="i0">"From eastern realms a wasteful army rise:<span class='linenum'>310</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Why else those lights that tremble in the north?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Why else yon' comet blazing through the skies?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">79<br /></span> +<span class="i10">79<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Rejoice, O fiend; Britannia's tyrant sends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"From German plains his myriads to our shore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The fierce Hibernian with the Briton join'd—<span class='linenum'>315</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Bring them, ye winds!—but waft them back no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Rejoice, O fiend; Britannia's tyrant sends<br></span> +<span class="i0">"From German plains his myriads to our shore.<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The fierce Hibernian with the Briton join'd—<span class='linenum'>315</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Bring them, ye winds!—but waft them back no more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">80<br /></span> +<span class="i10">80<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"To you, alas! the fates in wrath deny<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The comforts to our parting moments due,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And leave you here to languish and to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Your crimes too many, and your tears too few.<span class='linenum'>320</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To you, alas! the fates in wrath deny<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The comforts to our parting moments due,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And leave you here to languish and to die,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Your crimes too many, and your tears too few.<span class='linenum'>320</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">81<br /></span> +<span class="i10">81<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"No cheering voice to thee shall cry, Repent!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"As once it echoed through the wilderness—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No patron died for thee—damn'd, damn'd art thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Like all the devils, nor one jot the less.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">82<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"No cheering voice to thee shall cry, Repent!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"As once it echoed through the wilderness—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No patron died for thee—damn'd, damn'd art thou<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Like all the devils, nor one jot the less.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">82<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A gloomy land, with sullen skies is thine,<span class='linenum'>325</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where never rose or amaranthus grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No daffodils, nor comely columbine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No hyacinths nor asphodels for you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A gloomy land, with sullen skies is thine,<span class='linenum'>325</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where never rose or amaranthus grow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No daffodils, nor comely columbine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No hyacinths nor asphodels for you.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">83<br /></span> +<span class="i10">83<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The barren trees that flourish on the shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With leaves or fruit were never seen to bend,<span class='linenum'>330</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"O'er languid waves unblossom'd branches hang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And every branch sustains some vagrant fiend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The barren trees that flourish on the shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With leaves or fruit were never seen to bend,<span class='linenum'>330</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"O'er languid waves unblossom'd branches hang,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And every branch sustains some vagrant fiend.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">84<br /></span> +<span class="i10">84<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And now no more remains, but to prepare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To take possession of thy punishment;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That's thy inheritance, that thy domain,<span class='linenum'>335</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A land of bitter woe, and loud lament.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And now no more remains, but to prepare<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To take possession of thy punishment;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That's thy inheritance, that thy domain,<span class='linenum'>335</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"A land of bitter woe, and loud lament.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">85<br /></span> +<span class="i10">85<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And oh that He, who spread the universe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Would cast one pitying glance on thee below!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Millions of years in torments thou might'st fry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But thy eternity!—who can conceive its woe!"<span class='linenum'>340</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And oh that He, who spread the universe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Would cast one pitying glance on thee below!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Millions of years in torments thou might'st fry,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But thy eternity!—who can conceive its woe!"<span class='linenum'>340</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">86<br /></span> +<span class="i10">86<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He heard, and round with his black eye-balls gaz'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of despair, and curs'd, and rav'd, and swore:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And since this is my doom," said he, "call up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Your wood-mechanics to my chamber door:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He heard, and round with his black eye-balls gaz'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full of despair, and curs'd, and rav'd, and swore:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And since this is my doom," said he, "call up<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Your wood-mechanics to my chamber door:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">87<br /></span> +<span class="i10">87<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Blame not on me the ravage to be made;<span class='linenum'>345</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Proclaim,—even Death abhors such woe to see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"I'll quit the world, while decently I can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And leave the work to George my deputy."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">88<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Blame not on me the ravage to be made;<span class='linenum'>345</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Proclaim,—even Death abhors such woe to see;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll quit the world, while decently I can,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And leave the work to George my deputy."<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">88<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up rush'd a band, with compasses and scales<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To measure his slim carcase, long and lean—<span class='linenum'>350</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Be sure," said he, "to frame my coffin strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"You, master workman, and your men, I mean:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up rush'd a band, with compasses and scales<br></span> +<span class="i0">To measure his slim carcase, long and lean—<span class='linenum'>350</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Be sure," said he, "to frame my coffin strong,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"You, master workman, and your men, I mean:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">89<br /></span> +<span class="i10">89<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"For if the Devil, so late my trusty friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Should get one hint where I am laid, from you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Not with my soul content, he'd seek to find<span class='linenum'>355</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That mouldering mass of bones, my body, too!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For if the Devil, so late my trusty friend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Should get one hint where I am laid, from you,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Not with my soul content, he'd seek to find<span class='linenum'>355</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"That mouldering mass of bones, my body, too!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">90<br /></span> +<span class="i10">90<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Of hardest ebon let the plank be found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With clamps and ponderous bars secur'd around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That if the box by Satan should be storm'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"It may be able for resistance found."<span class='linenum'>360</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Of hardest ebon let the plank be found,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With clamps and ponderous bars secur'd around,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That if the box by Satan should be storm'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"It may be able for resistance found."<span class='linenum'>360</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">91<br /></span> +<span class="i10">91<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Yes," said the master workman, "noble Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Your coffin shall be strong—that leave to me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But who shall these your funeral dues discharge?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Nor friends nor pence you have, that I can see."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yes," said the master workman, "noble Death,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Your coffin shall be strong—that leave to me—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But who shall these your funeral dues discharge?<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Nor friends nor pence you have, that I can see."<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">92<br /></span> +<span class="i10">92<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To this said Death—"You might have ask'd me, too,<span class='linenum'>365</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Base caitiff, who are my executors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where my estate, and who the men that shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Partake my substance, and be call'd my heirs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To this said Death—"You might have ask'd me, too,<span class='linenum'>365</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Base caitiff, who are my executors,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where my estate, and who the men that shall<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Partake my substance, and be call'd my heirs.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">93<br /></span> +<span class="i10">93<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Know, then, that hell is my inheritance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The devil himself my funeral dues must pay—<span class='linenum'>370</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Go—since you must be paid—go, ask of him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For he has gold, as fabling poets say."<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">94<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Know, then, that hell is my inheritance,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The devil himself my funeral dues must pay—<span class='linenum'>370</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Go—since you must be paid—go, ask of him,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For he has gold, as fabling poets say."<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">94<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strait they retir'd—when thus he gave me charge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pointing from the light window to the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Go three miles o'er the plain, and you shall see<span class='linenum'>375</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A burying-yard of sinners dead, unblest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strait they retir'd—when thus he gave me charge,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pointing from the light window to the west,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Go three miles o'er the plain, and you shall see<span class='linenum'>375</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"A burying-yard of sinners dead, unblest.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">95<br /></span> +<span class="i10">95<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Amid the graves a spiry building stands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Whose solemn knell resounding through the gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Shall call thee o'er the circumjacent lands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To the dull mansion destin'd for my tomb.<span class='linenum'>380</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Amid the graves a spiry building stands<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Whose solemn knell resounding through the gloom<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Shall call thee o'er the circumjacent lands<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To the dull mansion destin'd for my tomb.<span class='linenum'>380</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">96<br /></span> +<span class="i10">96<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"There, since 'tis dark, I'll plant a glimmering light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Just snatch'd from hell, by whose reflected beams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Thou shalt behold a tomb-stone, full eight feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Fast by a grave, replete with ghosts and dreams.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There, since 'tis dark, I'll plant a glimmering light<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Just snatch'd from hell, by whose reflected beams<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou shalt behold a tomb-stone, full eight feet,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Fast by a grave, replete with ghosts and dreams.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">97<br /></span> +<span class="i10">97<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And on that stone engrave this epitaph,<span class='linenum'>385</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Since Death, it seems, must die like mortal men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yes—on that stone engrave this epitaph,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Though all hell's furies aim to snatch the pen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And on that stone engrave this epitaph,<span class='linenum'>385</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"Since Death, it seems, must die like mortal men;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yes—on that stone engrave this epitaph,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Though all hell's furies aim to snatch the pen.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">98<br /></span> +<span class="i10">98<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Death in this tomb his weary bones hath laid,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Sick of dominion o'er the human kind—</i><span class='linenum'>390</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Behold what devastations he hath made,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Survey the millions by his arm confin'd.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Death in this tomb his weary bones hath laid,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Sick of dominion o'er the human kind—</i><span class='linenum'>390</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Behold what devastations he hath made,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Survey the millions by his arm confin'd.</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">99<br /></span> +<span class="i10">99<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Six thousand years has sovereign sway been mine,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>None, but myself, can real glory claim;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Great Regent of the world I reign'd alone,</i><span class='linenum'>395</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>And princes trembled when my mandate came.</i><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">100<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Six thousand years has sovereign sway been mine,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>None, but myself, can real glory claim;</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Great Regent of the world I reign'd alone,</i><span class='linenum'>395</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>And princes trembled when my mandate came.</i><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">100<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Vast and unmatch'd throughout the world, my fame</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Takes place of gods, and asks no mortal date—</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>No; by myself, and by the heavens, I swear,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Not Alexander's name is half so great.</i><span class='linenum'>400</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Vast and unmatch'd throughout the world, my fame</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Takes place of gods, and asks no mortal date—</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>No; by myself, and by the heavens, I swear,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Not Alexander's name is half so great.</i><span class='linenum'>400</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">101<br /></span> +<span class="i10">101<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Nor swords nor darts my prowess could withstand,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>All quit their arms, and bowd to my decree,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Even mighty Julius died beneath my hand,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>For slaves and Cæsars were the same to me!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Nor swords nor darts my prowess could withstand,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>All quit their arms, and bowd to my decree,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Even mighty Julius died beneath my hand,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>For slaves and Cæsars were the same to me!</i><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">102<br /></span> +<span class="i10">102<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Traveller, wouldst thou his noblest trophies seek,</i><span class='linenum'>405</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Search in no narrow spot obscure for those;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>The sea profound, the surface of all land</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">"<i>Is moulded with the myriads of his foes.</i>"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Traveller, wouldst thou his noblest trophies seek,</i><span class='linenum'>405</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Search in no narrow spot obscure for those;</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>The sea profound, the surface of all land</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Is moulded with the myriads of his foes.</i>"<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">103<br /></span> +<span class="i10">103<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Scarce had he spoke, when on the lofty dome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rush'd from the clouds a hoarse resounding blast—<span class='linenum'>410</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the four eaves so loud and sad it play'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though all musick were to breathe its last.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce had he spoke, when on the lofty dome<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rush'd from the clouds a hoarse resounding blast—<span class='linenum'>410</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Round the four eaves so loud and sad it play'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">As though all musick were to breathe its last.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">104<br /></span> +<span class="i10">104<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Warm was the gale, and such as travellers say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sport with the winds on Zaara's barren waste;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Black was the sky, a mourning carpet spread,<span class='linenum'>415</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its azure blotted, and its stars o'ercast!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warm was the gale, and such as travellers say<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sport with the winds on Zaara's barren waste;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Black was the sky, a mourning carpet spread,<span class='linenum'>415</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Its azure blotted, and its stars o'ercast!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">105<br /></span> +<span class="i10">105<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lights in the air like burning stars were hurl'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dogs howl'd, heaven mutter'd, and the tempest blew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The red half-moon peeped from behind a cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if in dread the amazing scene to view.<span class='linenum'>420</span><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">106<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lights in the air like burning stars were hurl'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dogs howl'd, heaven mutter'd, and the tempest blew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The red half-moon peeped from behind a cloud<br></span> +<span class="i0">As if in dread the amazing scene to view.<span class='linenum'>420</span><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">106<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mournful trees that in the garden stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bent to the tempest as it rush'd along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The elm, the myrtle, and the cypress sad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More melancholy tun'd its bellowing song.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mournful trees that in the garden stood<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bent to the tempest as it rush'd along,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The elm, the myrtle, and the cypress sad<br></span> +<span class="i0">More melancholy tun'd its bellowing song.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">107<br /></span> +<span class="i10">107<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more that elm its noble branches spread,<span class='linenum'>425</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The yew, the cypress, or the myrtle tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rent from the roots the tempest tore them down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the grove in wild confusion lay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more that elm its noble branches spread,<span class='linenum'>425</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The yew, the cypress, or the myrtle tree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rent from the roots the tempest tore them down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And all the grove in wild confusion lay.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">108<br /></span> +<span class="i10">108<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet, mindful of his dread command, I part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glad from the magic dome—nor found relief;<span class='linenum'>430</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Damps from the dead hung heavier round my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While sad remembrance rous'd her stores of grief.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, mindful of his dread command, I part<br></span> +<span class="i0">Glad from the magic dome—nor found relief;<span class='linenum'>430</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Damps from the dead hung heavier round my heart,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While sad remembrance rous'd her stores of grief.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">109<br /></span> +<span class="i10">109<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O'er a dark field I held my dubious way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Jack-a-lanthorn walk'd his lonely round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath my feet substantial darkness lay,<span class='linenum'>435</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And screams were heard from the distemper'd ground.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er a dark field I held my dubious way<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where Jack-a-lanthorn walk'd his lonely round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath my feet substantial darkness lay,<span class='linenum'>435</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And screams were heard from the distemper'd ground.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">110<br /></span> +<span class="i10">110<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor look'd I back, till to a far off wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trembling with fear, my weary feet had sped—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark was the night, but at the inchanted dome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw the infernal windows flaming red.<span class='linenum'>440</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor look'd I back, till to a far off wood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Trembling with fear, my weary feet had sped—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dark was the night, but at the inchanted dome<br></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the infernal windows flaming red.<span class='linenum'>440</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">111<br /></span> +<span class="i10">111<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And from within the howls of Death I heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cursing the dismal night that gave him birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Damning his ancient sire, and mother sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who at the gates of hell, accursed, brought him forth.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">112<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from within the howls of Death I heard,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cursing the dismal night that gave him birth,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Damning his ancient sire, and mother sin,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who at the gates of hell, accursed, brought him forth.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">112<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[For fancy gave to my enraptur'd soul<span class='linenum'>445</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">An eagle's eye, with keenest glance to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade those distant sounds distinctly roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, waking, never had affected me.]<br /></span> +<span class="i0">[For fancy gave to my enraptur'd soul<span class='linenum'>445</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">An eagle's eye, with keenest glance to see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bade those distant sounds distinctly roll,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which, waking, never had affected me.]<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">113<br /></span> +<span class="i10">113<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oft his pale breast with cruel hand he smote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tearing from his limbs a winding sheet,<span class='linenum'>450</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roar'd to the black skies, while the woods around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As wicked as himself, his words repeat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft his pale breast with cruel hand he smote,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And tearing from his limbs a winding sheet,<span class='linenum'>450</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Roar'd to the black skies, while the woods around,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As wicked as himself, his words repeat.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">114<br /></span> +<span class="i10">114<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thrice tow'rd the skies his meagre arms he rear'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Invok'd all hell, and thunders on his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bid light'nings fly, earth yawn, and tempests roar,<span class='linenum'>455</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sea wrap him in its oozy bed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice tow'rd the skies his meagre arms he rear'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Invok'd all hell, and thunders on his head,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bid light'nings fly, earth yawn, and tempests roar,<span class='linenum'>455</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And the sea wrap him in its oozy bed.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">115<br /></span> +<span class="i10">115<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"My life for one cool draught!—O, fetch your springs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Can one unfeeling to my woes be found!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"No friendly visage comes to my relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"But ghosts impend, and spectres hover round.<span class='linenum'>460</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My life for one cool draught!—O, fetch your springs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Can one unfeeling to my woes be found!<br></span> +<span class="i0">"No friendly visage comes to my relief,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"But ghosts impend, and spectres hover round.<span class='linenum'>460</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">116<br /></span> +<span class="i10">116<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Though humbled now, dishearten'd and distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yet, when admitted to the peaceful ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"With heroes, kings, and conquerors I shall rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Shall sleep as safely, and perhaps as sound."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Though humbled now, dishearten'd and distrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet, when admitted to the peaceful ground,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"With heroes, kings, and conquerors I shall rest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Shall sleep as safely, and perhaps as sound."<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">117<br /></span> +<span class="i10">117<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dim burnt the lamp, and now the phantom Death<span class='linenum'>465</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave his last groans in horror and despair—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"All hell demands me hence,"—he said, and threw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The red lamp hissing through the midnight air.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">118<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dim burnt the lamp, and now the phantom Death<span class='linenum'>465</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Gave his last groans in horror and despair—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"All hell demands me hence,"—he said, and threw<br></span> +<span class="i0">The red lamp hissing through the midnight air.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">118<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Trembling, across the plain my course I held,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And found the grave-yard, loitering through the gloom,<span class='linenum'>470</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, in the midst, a hell-red, wandering light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walking in fiery circles round the tomb.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembling, across the plain my course I held,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And found the grave-yard, loitering through the gloom,<span class='linenum'>470</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And, in the midst, a hell-red, wandering light,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Walking in fiery circles round the tomb.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">119<br /></span> +<span class="i10">119<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Among the graves a spiry building stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose tolling bell, resounding through the shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sung doleful ditties to the adjacent wood,<span class='linenum'>475</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a dismal drowsy thing it said.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the graves a spiry building stood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose tolling bell, resounding through the shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sung doleful ditties to the adjacent wood,<span class='linenum'>475</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">And many a dismal drowsy thing it said.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">120<br /></span> +<span class="i10">120<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This fabrick tall, with towers and chancels grac'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was rais'd by sinners' hands, in ages fled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roof they painted, and the beams they brac'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And texts from scripture o'er the walls they spread:<span class='linenum'>480</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This fabrick tall, with towers and chancels grac'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was rais'd by sinners' hands, in ages fled;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The roof they painted, and the beams they brac'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And texts from scripture o'er the walls they spread:<span class='linenum'>480</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">121<br /></span> +<span class="i10">121<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But wicked were their hearts, for they refus'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To aid the helpless orphan, when distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shivering, naked stranger they mis-us'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And banish'd from their doors the starving guest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But wicked were their hearts, for they refus'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">To aid the helpless orphan, when distrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The shivering, naked stranger they mis-us'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And banish'd from their doors the starving guest.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">122<br /></span> +<span class="i10">122<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By laws protected, cruel and prophane,<span class='linenum'>485</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor man's ox these monsters drove away;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left Distress to attend her infant train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No friend to comfort, and no bread to stay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By laws protected, cruel and prophane,<span class='linenum'>485</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The poor man's ox these monsters drove away;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">And left Distress to attend her infant train,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No friend to comfort, and no bread to stay.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">123<br /></span> +<span class="i10">123<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But heaven look'd on with keen, resentful eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And doom'd them to perdition and the grave,<span class='linenum'>490</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That as they felt not for the wretch distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So heaven no pity on their souls would have.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">124<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But heaven look'd on with keen, resentful eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And doom'd them to perdition and the grave,<span class='linenum'>490</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">That as they felt not for the wretch distrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So heaven no pity on their souls would have.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">124<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In pride they rais'd this building tall and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their hearts were on perpetual mischief bent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pride they preach'd, and pride was in their prayer,<span class='linenum'>495</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pride they were deceiv'd, and so to hell they went.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In pride they rais'd this building tall and fair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their hearts were on perpetual mischief bent,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With pride they preach'd, and pride was in their prayer,<span class='linenum'>495</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">With pride they were deceiv'd, and so to hell they went.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">125<br /></span> +<span class="i10">125<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At distance far approaching to the tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By lamps and lanthorns guided through the shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A coal-black chariot hurried through the gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spectres attending, in black weeds array'd,<span class='linenum'>500</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">At distance far approaching to the tomb,<br></span> +<span class="i0">By lamps and lanthorns guided through the shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A coal-black chariot hurried through the gloom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spectres attending, in black weeds array'd,<span class='linenum'>500</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">126<br /></span> +<span class="i10">126<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whose woeful forms yet chill my soul with dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each wore a vest in Stygian chambers wove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death's kindred all—Death's horses they bestrode,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gallop'd fiercely, as the chariot drove.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose woeful forms yet chill my soul with dread,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each wore a vest in Stygian chambers wove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death's kindred all—Death's horses they bestrode,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gallop'd fiercely, as the chariot drove.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">127<br /></span> +<span class="i10">127<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each horrid face a grizly mask conceal'd,<span class='linenum'>505</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their busy eyes shot terror to my soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As now and then, by the pale lanthorn's glare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw them for their parted friend condole.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each horrid face a grizly mask conceal'd,<span class='linenum'>505</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Their busy eyes shot terror to my soul<br></span> +<span class="i0">As now and then, by the pale lanthorn's glare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I saw them for their parted friend condole.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">128<br /></span> +<span class="i10">128<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before the hearse Death's chaplain seem'd to go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who strove to comfort, what he could, the dead;<span class='linenum'>510</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Talk'd much of Satan, and the land of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a chapter from the scriptures read.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the hearse Death's chaplain seem'd to go,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who strove to comfort, what he could, the dead;<span class='linenum'>510</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Talk'd much of Satan, and the land of woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And many a chapter from the scriptures read.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">129<br /></span> +<span class="i10">129<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last he rais'd the swelling anthem high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dismal numbers seem'd he to complain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The captive tribes that by Euphrates wept,<span class='linenum'>515</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their song was jovial to his dreary strain.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">130<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last he rais'd the swelling anthem high,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In dismal numbers seem'd he to complain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The captive tribes that by Euphrates wept,<span class='linenum'>515</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Their song was jovial to his dreary strain.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">130<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That done, they plac'd the carcase in the tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dust and dull oblivion now resign'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then turn'd the chariot tow'rd the House of Night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which soon flew off, and left no trace behind.<span class='linenum'>520</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That done, they plac'd the carcase in the tomb,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To dust and dull oblivion now resign'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then turn'd the chariot tow'rd the House of Night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which soon flew off, and left no trace behind.<span class='linenum'>520</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">131<br /></span> +<span class="i10">131<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But as I stoop'd to write the appointed verse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swifter than thought the airy scene decay'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blushing the morn arose, and from the east<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her gay streams of light dispell'd the shade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as I stoop'd to write the appointed verse,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swifter than thought the airy scene decay'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Blushing the morn arose, and from the east<br></span> +<span class="i0">With her gay streams of light dispell'd the shade.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">132<br /></span> +<span class="i10">132<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What is this Death, ye deep read sophists, say?—<span class='linenum'>525</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death is no more than one unceasing change;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New forms arise, while other forms decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet all is Life throughout creation's range.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is this Death, ye deep read sophists, say?—<span class='linenum'>525</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Death is no more than one unceasing change;<br></span> +<span class="i0">New forms arise, while other forms decay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet all is Life throughout creation's range.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">133<br /></span> +<span class="i10">133<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The towering Alps, the haughty Appenine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Andes, wrapt in everlasting snow,<span class='linenum'>530</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Apalachian and the Ararat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sooner or later must to ruin go.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The towering Alps, the haughty Appenine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Andes, wrapt in everlasting snow,<span class='linenum'>530</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">The Apalachian and the Ararat<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sooner or later must to ruin go.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">134<br /></span> +<span class="i10">134<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hills sink to plains, and man returns to dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dust supports a reptile or a flower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each changeful atom by some other nurs'd<span class='linenum'>535</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Takes some new form, to perish in an hour.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hills sink to plains, and man returns to dust,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That dust supports a reptile or a flower;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each changeful atom by some other nurs'd<span class='linenum'>535</span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Takes some new form, to perish in an hour.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">135<br /></span> +<span class="i10">135<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Too nearly join'd to sickness, toils, and pains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Perhaps for former crimes imprison'd here)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True to itself the immortal soul remains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seeks new mansions in the starry sphere.<span class='linenum'>540</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too nearly join'd to sickness, toils, and pains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Perhaps for former crimes imprison'd here)<br></span> +<span class="i0">True to itself the immortal soul remains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And seeks new mansions in the starry sphere.<span class='linenum'>540</span><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">136<br /></span> +<span class="i10">136<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Nature bids thee from the world retire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With joy thy lodging leave, a fated guest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Paradise, the land of thy desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Existing always, always to be blest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Nature bids thee from the world retire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With joy thy lodging leave, a fated guest;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In Paradise, the land of thy desire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Existing always, always to be blest.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_156_190" id="Footnote_156_190"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156_190"><span class="label">[157]</span></a> The text is from the edition of 1786, which contains the only complete +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_156_190"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156_190"><span class="label">[157]</span></a> The text is from the edition of 1786, which contains the only complete version. The poem was first published in the August number of <i>The United States Magazine</i>, 1779, which also contained the following note: "<i>'The House of Night'</i>, a poem in the present number of the Magazine, is from @@ -13608,10 +13642,10 @@ as perfectly original both in the design and manner of it." It bore the title the quotation:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"<i>Felix qui potiut rerum cognoscere causas,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Atque metus omnes et inexorable Fatum</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Virg. Georg. II.</span>, v. 490."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Felix qui potiut rerum cognoscere causas,</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Atque metus omnes et inexorable Fatum</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari.</i><br></span> +<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Virg. Georg. II.</span>, v. 490."<br></span> </div></div> <p>As printed in the magazine it consisted of seventy-three stanzas, which @@ -13651,20 +13685,20 @@ Albion join'd." Here in the 1779 version occur the following stanzas: </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Why runs thy stream dejected to the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">O Hudson, Hudson, dreary, dull and slow?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek me no more along that mountain stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">For on his banks is heard the sound of woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Why runs thy stream dejected to the main,<br></span> +<span class="i1">O Hudson, Hudson, dreary, dull and slow?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Seek me no more along that mountain stream,<br></span> +<span class="i1">For on his banks is heard the sound of woe.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sword, famine, thirst, and pining sickness there,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Shall people half the realms this monster owns;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He like the cruel foe, accursed he,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Laughs at our pains, rejoices in our groans.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sword, famine, thirst, and pining sickness there,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Shall people half the realms this monster owns;<br></span> +<span class="i0">He like the cruel foe, accursed he,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Laughs at our pains, rejoices in our groans.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now wilt you tremble if you hear your fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Out of the dread Apocalypse your doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That death and hell must perish in the lake<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Of fire, dispelling half hell's ancient gloom."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now wilt you tremble if you hear your fate,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Out of the dread Apocalypse your doom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That death and hell must perish in the lake<br></span> +<span class="i1">Of fire, dispelling half hell's ancient gloom."<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">341, "black optics"; 348, "And leave the business to some deputy"; 373, @@ -13673,9 +13707,9 @@ light"; 383, "by whose far glimmering beams"; 384, "arrayed with ghosts"; 388, "furies snatch the engraving pen"; 390-392,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Tir'd of his long continued victory:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What glory can there be to vanquish those<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Who all beneath his stroke are sure to die?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Tir'd of his long continued victory:<br></span> +<span class="i0">What glory can there be to vanquish those<br></span> +<span class="i1">Who all beneath his stroke are sure to die?"<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">398, "Is borne secure, and rides aloft in state"; 399, "No, the stars"; @@ -13686,9 +13720,9 @@ blazing stars"; 420, "As if afraid the fearful"; 424, "its dreary song"; around"; 458-460,</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Haste, seize the wretch who my request denies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tophet receive him to thy lowest pit,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Chain'd midst eternal oaths and blasphemies."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Haste, seize the wretch who my request denies.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tophet receive him to thy lowest pit,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Chain'd midst eternal oaths and blasphemies."<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">470, "And found the cœmetery in the gloom"; 471, "a hell-red waving @@ -13701,35 +13735,35 @@ Stalk'd gallantly in her sun-beam parade." The poem closes in the 1779 version with the following stanzas:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Waking I found my weary night a dream;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Dreams are perhaps forebodings of the soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn'd sages tell why all these whims arose,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And from what source such mystic visions roll.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Waking I found my weary night a dream;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Dreams are perhaps forebodings of the soul;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Learn'd sages tell why all these whims arose,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And from what source such mystic visions roll.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Do they portend approaching death, which tells<br /></span> -<span class="i1">I soon must hence my darksome journey go?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Cherub Hope! Dispel the clouded dream<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Sweet Cherub Hope, man's guardian god below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do they portend approaching death, which tells<br></span> +<span class="i1">I soon must hence my darksome journey go?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Cherub Hope! Dispel the clouded dream<br></span> +<span class="i1">Sweet Cherub Hope, man's guardian god below.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stranger, who'er thou art, who this shall read,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Say does thy nightly fancy rove like mine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transport thee o'er wide lands and wider seas<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Now underneath the pole and now the burning line?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stranger, who'er thou art, who this shall read,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Say does thy nightly fancy rove like mine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Transport thee o'er wide lands and wider seas<br></span> +<span class="i1">Now underneath the pole and now the burning line?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poet, who thus dost rove, say, shall thou fear<br /></span> -<span class="i1">New Jordan's stream prefigured by the old?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will but waft thee where thy fathers are<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The bards with long eternity enroll'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poet, who thus dost rove, say, shall thou fear<br></span> +<span class="i1">New Jordan's stream prefigured by the old?<br></span> +<span class="i0">It will but waft thee where thy fathers are<br></span> +<span class="i1">The bards with long eternity enroll'd.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It will but waft thee where thy Homer shrouds<br /></span> -<span class="i1">His laurell'd head in some Elysian grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on whose skirts perhaps in future years,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">At awful distance you and I may rove.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It will but waft thee where thy Homer shrouds<br></span> +<span class="i1">His laurell'd head in some Elysian grove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And on whose skirts perhaps in future years,<br></span> +<span class="i1">At awful distance you and I may rove.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Enough—when God and nature give the word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll tempt the dusky shore and narrow sea:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Content to die, just as it be decreed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At four score years, or now at twenty-three."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enough—when God and nature give the word,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I'll tempt the dusky shore and narrow sea:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Content to die, just as it be decreed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">At four score years, or now at twenty-three."<br></span> </div></div> <p>In the edition of 1795, Freneau used only stanzas 3-17, 119-124 of the @@ -13748,237 +13782,237 @@ stanza two of the "Hessian Embarkation," and stanza 49 was inserted after stanza 90 of the 1809 version of "Santa Cruz."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_JAMAICA_FUNERAL157" id="THE_JAMAICA_FUNERAL157"></a>THE JAMAICA FUNERAL<a name="FNanchor_157_194" id="FNanchor_157_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_157_194" class="fnanchor">[158]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_JAMAICA_FUNERAL157"></a>THE JAMAICA FUNERAL<a id="FNanchor_157_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_157_194" class="fnanchor">[158]</a></h3> <h4>1776</h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">1<br /></span> +<span class="i10">1<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alcander died—the rich, the great, the brave;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Even such must yield to heaven's severe decree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death, still at hand, conducts us to the grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And humbles monarchs as he humbled thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alcander died—the rich, the great, the brave;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Even such must yield to heaven's severe decree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Death, still at hand, conducts us to the grave,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And humbles monarchs as he humbled thee.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">2<br /></span> +<span class="i10">2<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When, lingering, to his end Alcander drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Officious friends besieg'd his lofty door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impatient they the dying man to view<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And touch that hand they soon must touch no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, lingering, to his end Alcander drew,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Officious friends besieg'd his lofty door,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Impatient they the dying man to view<br></span> +<span class="i1">And touch that hand they soon must touch no more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">3<br /></span> +<span class="i10">3<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Alas, he's gone!" the sad attendants cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Fled is the breath that never shall return—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Alas! he's gone!" his tearful friends reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Spread the dark crape, and round his pale corpse mourn.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">4<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas, he's gone!" the sad attendants cry,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Fled is the breath that never shall return—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas! he's gone!" his tearful friends reply,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Spread the dark crape, and round his pale corpse mourn.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">4<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Ye that attend the pompous funeral, due,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"In sable vestments let your limbs be clad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For vulgar deaths a common sorrow shew,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"But costly griefs are for the wealthy dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye that attend the pompous funeral, due,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"In sable vestments let your limbs be clad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For vulgar deaths a common sorrow shew,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"But costly griefs are for the wealthy dead.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">5<br /></span> +<span class="i10">5<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Prepare the blessings of the generous vine,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Let bulls and oxen groan beneath the steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Throughout the board let choicest dainties shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"To every guest a generous portion deal."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Prepare the blessings of the generous vine,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Let bulls and oxen groan beneath the steel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Throughout the board let choicest dainties shine,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"To every guest a generous portion deal."<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">6<br /></span> +<span class="i10">6<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A mighty crowd approach'd the mourning dome,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Some came to hear the sermon and the prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some came to shun Xantippe's voice at home,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And some with Bacchus to relieve their care.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mighty crowd approach'd the mourning dome,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Some came to hear the sermon and the prayer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some came to shun Xantippe's voice at home,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And some with Bacchus to relieve their care.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">7<br /></span> +<span class="i10">7<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A Levite came, and sigh'd among the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A rusty band and tatter'd gown he wore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His leaves he tumbled, and the house he blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And conn'd his future sermon o'er and o'er.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Levite came, and sigh'd among the rest,<br></span> +<span class="i1">A rusty band and tatter'd gown he wore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His leaves he tumbled, and the house he blest,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And conn'd his future sermon o'er and o'er.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">8<br /></span> +<span class="i10">8<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And oft a glance he cast towards the wine<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That briskly sparkled in the glassy vase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often drank, and often wish'd to dine,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And red as Phœbus glow'd his sultry face.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oft a glance he cast towards the wine<br></span> +<span class="i1">That briskly sparkled in the glassy vase,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And often drank, and often wish'd to dine,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And red as Phœbus glow'd his sultry face.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">9<br /></span> +<span class="i10">9<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Much did he chatter, and on various themes,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">He publish'd news that came from foreign climes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He told his jests, and told his last year's dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And quoted dull stuff from lord Wilmot's rhymes.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">10<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much did he chatter, and on various themes,<br></span> +<span class="i1">He publish'd news that came from foreign climes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He told his jests, and told his last year's dreams,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And quoted dull stuff from lord Wilmot's rhymes.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">10<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And dunn'd the mourners for his parish dues<br /></span> -<span class="i1">With face of brass, and scrutinizing eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And threaten'd law-suits if they dar'd refuse<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To pay his honest earnings punctually.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dunn'd the mourners for his parish dues<br></span> +<span class="i1">With face of brass, and scrutinizing eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And threaten'd law-suits if they dar'd refuse<br></span> +<span class="i1">To pay his honest earnings punctually.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">11<br /></span> +<span class="i10">11<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An honest sire, who came in luckless hour<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To hear the sermon and to see the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presuming on this consecrated hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Ventur'd to check the parson on that head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An honest sire, who came in luckless hour<br></span> +<span class="i1">To hear the sermon and to see the dead,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Presuming on this consecrated hour,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Ventur'd to check the parson on that head.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">12<br /></span> +<span class="i10">12<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quoth he, "My priest, such conduct is not fit,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"For other speech this solemn hour demands:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What if your parish owes its annual debt,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Your parish ready to discharge it stands."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "My priest, such conduct is not fit,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"For other speech this solemn hour demands:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What if your parish owes its annual debt,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Your parish ready to discharge it stands."<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">13<br /></span> +<span class="i10">13<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more he said—for charg'd with wounds and pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The parson's staff, like Jove's own lightning, flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which cleft his jaw-bone and his cheek in twain,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And from their sockets half his grinders drew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more he said—for charg'd with wounds and pain,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The parson's staff, like Jove's own lightning, flew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which cleft his jaw-bone and his cheek in twain,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And from their sockets half his grinders drew.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">14<br /></span> +<span class="i10">14<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor less deceas'd some moments lay the sire<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Than if from heav'n the forked lightnings thrown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had pierc'd him with their instantaneous fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And sent him smoking to the world unknown.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor less deceas'd some moments lay the sire<br></span> +<span class="i1">Than if from heav'n the forked lightnings thrown<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had pierc'd him with their instantaneous fire,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And sent him smoking to the world unknown.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">15<br /></span> +<span class="i10">15<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last he mov'd, and, weltering in his gore.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Thus did the rueful, wounded victim say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Convey me hence—so bloody and so sore<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"I cannot wait to hear the parson pray;<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">16<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last he mov'd, and, weltering in his gore.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Thus did the rueful, wounded victim say,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Convey me hence—so bloody and so sore<br></span> +<span class="i1">"I cannot wait to hear the parson pray;<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">16<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"And if I did, what pleasure could be mine—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Can he allure me to the world of bliss—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Can he present me at the heavenly shrine<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Who breaks my bones, and knocks me down in this?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And if I did, what pleasure could be mine—<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Can he allure me to the world of bliss—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Can he present me at the heavenly shrine<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Who breaks my bones, and knocks me down in this?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">17<br /></span> +<span class="i10">17<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The scripture says—the text I well recall—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"<i>A Priest or Bishop must no striker be</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Then how can such a wicked priest but fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Who at a funeral thus has murdered me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The scripture says—the text I well recall—<br></span> +<span class="i1">"<i>A Priest or Bishop must no striker be</i>,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Then how can such a wicked priest but fall,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Who at a funeral thus has murdered me?"<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">18<br /></span> +<span class="i10">18<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus he—But now the sumptuous dinner came,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The Levite; boldly seiz'd the nobler place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside him sate the woe-struck widow'd dame,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Who help'd him drain the brimful china vase.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus he—But now the sumptuous dinner came,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The Levite; boldly seiz'd the nobler place,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beside him sate the woe-struck widow'd dame,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Who help'd him drain the brimful china vase.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">19<br /></span> +<span class="i10">19<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which now renew'd, he drank that ocean too,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Like Polypheme, the boon Ulysses gave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another came, nor did another do,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">For still another did the monster crave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which now renew'd, he drank that ocean too,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Like Polypheme, the boon Ulysses gave;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Another came, nor did another do,<br></span> +<span class="i1">For still another did the monster crave.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">20<br /></span> +<span class="i10">20<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With far-fetch'd dainties he regal'd his maw,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And prais'd the various meats that crown'd the board:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On tender capons did the glutton gnaw,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And well his platter with profusion stor'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With far-fetch'd dainties he regal'd his maw,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And prais'd the various meats that crown'd the board:<br></span> +<span class="i0">On tender capons did the glutton gnaw,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And well his platter with profusion stor'd.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">21<br /></span> +<span class="i10">21<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But spoke no words of grace—I mark'd him well,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">I fix'd my eye upon his brazen brow—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He look'd like Satan aiming to rebel,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Such pride and madness were his inmates now.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">22<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But spoke no words of grace—I mark'd him well,<br></span> +<span class="i1">I fix'd my eye upon his brazen brow—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He look'd like Satan aiming to rebel,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Such pride and madness were his inmates now.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">22<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But not contented with this hectoring priest,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Sick of his nonsense, softly I withdrew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at a calmer table shar'd the feast,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To sorrow sacred, and to friendship due.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not contented with this hectoring priest,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Sick of his nonsense, softly I withdrew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And at a calmer table shar'd the feast,<br></span> +<span class="i1">To sorrow sacred, and to friendship due.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">23<br /></span> +<span class="i10">23<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which now atchiev'd, the tolling bell remote<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Summon'd the living and the dead to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the dying sea-breeze swell'd the note,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Dull on the ear, and lengthening through the gloom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which now atchiev'd, the tolling bell remote<br></span> +<span class="i1">Summon'd the living and the dead to come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And through the dying sea-breeze swell'd the note,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Dull on the ear, and lengthening through the gloom.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">24<br /></span> +<span class="i10">24<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bier was brought, the costly coffin laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And prayers were mutter'd in a doleful tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the sad pall, above the body spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">From many a tender breast drew many a groan.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bier was brought, the costly coffin laid,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And prayers were mutter'd in a doleful tone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While the sad pall, above the body spread,<br></span> +<span class="i1">From many a tender breast drew many a groan.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">25<br /></span> +<span class="i10">25<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Levite, too, some tears of Bacchus shed—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Reeling before the long procession, he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strode like a general at his army's head,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">His gown in tatters, and his wig—ah me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Levite, too, some tears of Bacchus shed—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Reeling before the long procession, he<br></span> +<span class="i0">Strode like a general at his army's head,<br></span> +<span class="i1">His gown in tatters, and his wig—ah me!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">26<br /></span> +<span class="i10">26<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The words of faith in both his hands he bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Prayers, cut and dry, by ancient prelates made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, bigots while they liv'd, could do no more<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Than leave them still by bigots to be said.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The words of faith in both his hands he bore,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Prayers, cut and dry, by ancient prelates made,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, bigots while they liv'd, could do no more<br></span> +<span class="i1">Than leave them still by bigots to be said.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">27<br /></span> +<span class="i10">27<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he admir'd them all!—he read with joy<br /></span> -<span class="i1">St. Athanasius in his thundering creed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And curs'd the men whom Satan did employ<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To make King Charles, that heav'n-born martyr, bleed.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">28<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he admir'd them all!—he read with joy<br></span> +<span class="i1">St. Athanasius in his thundering creed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And curs'd the men whom Satan did employ<br></span> +<span class="i1">To make King Charles, that heav'n-born martyr, bleed.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">28<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last they reach'd the spiry building high,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And soon they enter'd at the eastern gate—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The parson said his prayers most learnedly,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And mutter'd more than memory can relate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last they reach'd the spiry building high,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And soon they enter'd at the eastern gate—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The parson said his prayers most learnedly,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And mutter'd more than memory can relate.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">29<br /></span> +<span class="i10">29<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then through the temple's lengthy aisles they went,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Approaching still the pulpit's painted door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence, on Sundays, many a vow was sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And sermons plunder'd from some prelate's store.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then through the temple's lengthy aisles they went,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Approaching still the pulpit's painted door,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From whence, on Sundays, many a vow was sent,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And sermons plunder'd from some prelate's store.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">30<br /></span> +<span class="i10">30<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here, as of right, the priest prepar'd to rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And leave the corpse and gaping crowd below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like sultry Phœbus glar'd his flaming eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Less fierce the stars of Greenland evenings glow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, as of right, the priest prepar'd to rise,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And leave the corpse and gaping crowd below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like sultry Phœbus glar'd his flaming eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Less fierce the stars of Greenland evenings glow.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">31<br /></span> +<span class="i10">31<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up to the pulpit strode he with an air,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And from the Preacher thus his text he read:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"More I esteem, and better is by far<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"A dog existing than a lion dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up to the pulpit strode he with an air,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And from the Preacher thus his text he read:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"More I esteem, and better is by far<br></span> +<span class="i1">"A dog existing than a lion dead.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">32<br /></span> +<span class="i10">32<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Go, eat thy dainties with a joyful heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"And quaff thy wine with undissembled glee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For he who did these heavenly gifts impart<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Accepts thy prayers, thy gifts, thy vows, and thee."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Go, eat thy dainties with a joyful heart,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"And quaff thy wine with undissembled glee,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For he who did these heavenly gifts impart<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Accepts thy prayers, thy gifts, thy vows, and thee."<br></span> </div></div> @@ -13986,182 +14020,182 @@ stanza 90 of the 1809 version of "Santa Cruz."</p></div> <h4><span class="smcap">The Sermon</span></h4> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">33<br /></span> +<span class="i10">33<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These truths, my friends, congenial to my soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Demand a faithful and attentive ear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer for your 'parted friend condole,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">No longer shed the tributary tear.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">34<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These truths, my friends, congenial to my soul,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Demand a faithful and attentive ear—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No longer for your 'parted friend condole,<br></span> +<span class="i1">No longer shed the tributary tear.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">34<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Curs'd be the sobs, these useless floods of woe<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That vainly flow for the departed dead—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If doom'd to wander on the coasts below,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What are to him these seas of grief you shed?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curs'd be the sobs, these useless floods of woe<br></span> +<span class="i1">That vainly flow for the departed dead—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If doom'd to wander on the coasts below,<br></span> +<span class="i1">What are to him these seas of grief you shed?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">35<br /></span> +<span class="i10">35<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If heaven in pleasure doth his hours employ—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">If sighs and sorrows reach a place like this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They blast his glories, and they damp his joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">They make him wretched in the midst of bliss.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If heaven in pleasure doth his hours employ—<br></span> +<span class="i1">If sighs and sorrows reach a place like this,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They blast his glories, and they damp his joy,<br></span> +<span class="i1">They make him wretched in the midst of bliss.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">36<br /></span> +<span class="i10">36<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And can you yet—and here he smote his breast—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And can you yet bemoan that torpid mass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which now for death and desolation drest,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Prepares the deep gulph of the grave to pass.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And can you yet—and here he smote his breast—<br></span> +<span class="i1">And can you yet bemoan that torpid mass<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which now for death and desolation drest,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Prepares the deep gulph of the grave to pass.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">37<br /></span> +<span class="i10">37<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You fondly mourn—I mourn Alcander too,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Alcander late the living, not the dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His casks I broach'd, his liquors once I drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And freely there on choicest dainties fed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You fondly mourn—I mourn Alcander too,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Alcander late the living, not the dead;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His casks I broach'd, his liquors once I drew,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And freely there on choicest dainties fed.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">38<br /></span> +<span class="i10">38<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But vanish'd are they now!—no more he calls,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">No more invites me to his plenteous board;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more I caper at his splendid balls,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Or drain his cellars, with profusion stor'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But vanish'd are they now!—no more he calls,<br></span> +<span class="i1">No more invites me to his plenteous board;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more I caper at his splendid balls,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Or drain his cellars, with profusion stor'd.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">39<br /></span> +<span class="i10">39<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then why, my friends, for yonder senseless clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That ne'er again befriends me, should I mourn?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yon' simple slaves that through the cane-lands stray<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Are more to me than monarchs in the urn.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">40<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then why, my friends, for yonder senseless clay,<br></span> +<span class="i1">That ne'er again befriends me, should I mourn?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yon' simple slaves that through the cane-lands stray<br></span> +<span class="i1">Are more to me than monarchs in the urn.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">40<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The joys of wine, immortal as my theme,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To days of bliss the aspiring soul invite;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life, void of this, a punishment I deem,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A Greenland winter, without heat or light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The joys of wine, immortal as my theme,<br></span> +<span class="i1">To days of bliss the aspiring soul invite;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Life, void of this, a punishment I deem,<br></span> +<span class="i1">A Greenland winter, without heat or light.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">41<br /></span> +<span class="i10">41<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Count all the trees that crown Jamaica's hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Count all the stars that through the heavens you see.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count every drop that the wide ocean fills;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Then count the pleasures Bacchus yields to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Count all the trees that crown Jamaica's hills,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Count all the stars that through the heavens you see.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Count every drop that the wide ocean fills;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Then count the pleasures Bacchus yields to me.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">42<br /></span> +<span class="i10">42<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The aids of wine for toiling man were meant;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">I prize the smiling Caribbean bowl—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enjoy those gifts that bounteous nature lent,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Death to thy cares, refreshing to the soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The aids of wine for toiling man were meant;<br></span> +<span class="i1">I prize the smiling Caribbean bowl—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Enjoy those gifts that bounteous nature lent,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Death to thy cares, refreshing to the soul.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">43<br /></span> +<span class="i10">43<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here fixt to-day in plenty's smiling vales,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Just as the month revolves we laugh or groan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">September comes, seas swell with horrid gales,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And old Port Royal's fate may be our own.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here fixt to-day in plenty's smiling vales,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Just as the month revolves we laugh or groan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">September comes, seas swell with horrid gales,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And old Port Royal's fate may be our own.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">44<br /></span> +<span class="i10">44<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A few short years, at best, will bound our span,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Wretched and few, the Hebrew exile said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Live while you may, be jovial while you can,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Death as a debt to nature must be paid.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A few short years, at best, will bound our span,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Wretched and few, the Hebrew exile said;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Live while you may, be jovial while you can,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Death as a debt to nature must be paid.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">45<br /></span> +<span class="i10">45<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When nature fails, the man exists no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And death is nothing but an empty name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spleen's genuine offspring at the midnight hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The coward's tyrant, and the bad man's dream.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">46<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When nature fails, the man exists no more,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And death is nothing but an empty name,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Spleen's genuine offspring at the midnight hour,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The coward's tyrant, and the bad man's dream.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">46<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You ask me where these mighty hosts have fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That once existed on this changeful ball?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If aught remains, when mortal man is dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Where, ere their birth they were, they now are all.<a name="FNanchor_AL_195" id="FNanchor_AL_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_AL_195" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You ask me where these mighty hosts have fled,<br></span> +<span class="i1">That once existed on this changeful ball?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If aught remains, when mortal man is dead,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Where, ere their birth they were, they now are all.<a id="FNanchor_AL_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_AL_195" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AL_195" id="Footnote_AL_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AL_195"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AL_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AL_195"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>"Quæris, quo jaceas post obitum loco?—</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Quo non nata jacent."</i>—Senec. Troas.—<i>Freneau's note.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>"Quæris, quo jaceas post obitum loco?—</i><br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Quo non nata jacent."</i>—Senec. Troas.—<i>Freneau's note.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">47<br /></span> +<span class="i10">47<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like insects busy, in a summer's day,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">We toil and squabble, to increase our pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night comes at last, and, weary of the fray,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To dust and darkness all return again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like insects busy, in a summer's day,<br></span> +<span class="i1">We toil and squabble, to increase our pain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Night comes at last, and, weary of the fray,<br></span> +<span class="i1">To dust and darkness all return again.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">48<br /></span> +<span class="i10">48<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then envy not, ye sages too precise,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The drop from life's gay tree, that damps our woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noah himself, the wary and the wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A vineyard planted, and the vines did grow:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then envy not, ye sages too precise,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The drop from life's gay tree, that damps our woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Noah himself, the wary and the wise,<br></span> +<span class="i1">A vineyard planted, and the vines did grow:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">49<br /></span> +<span class="i10">49<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of social soul was he—the grape he press'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And drank the juice oblivious to his care;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrow he banish'd from his place of rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And sighs and sobbing had no entrance there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of social soul was he—the grape he press'd,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And drank the juice oblivious to his care;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrow he banish'd from his place of rest,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And sighs and sobbing had no entrance there.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">50<br /></span> +<span class="i10">50<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such bliss be ours through every changing scene;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The glowing face bespeaks the glowing heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If heaven be joy, wine is to heaven a-kin,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Since wine, on earth, can heavenly joys impart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such bliss be ours through every changing scene;<br></span> +<span class="i1">The glowing face bespeaks the glowing heart;<br></span> +<span class="i0">If heaven be joy, wine is to heaven a-kin,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Since wine, on earth, can heavenly joys impart.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">51<br /></span> +<span class="i10">51<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mere glow-worms are we all, a moment shine;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">I, like the rest, in giddy circles run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Grief shall say, when I this life resign,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"His glass is empty, and his frolics done!"<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">52<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mere glow-worms are we all, a moment shine;<br></span> +<span class="i1">I, like the rest, in giddy circles run,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Grief shall say, when I this life resign,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"His glass is empty, and his frolics done!"<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">52<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He said, and ceas'd—the funeral anthem then<br /></span> -<span class="i1">From the deep choir and hoarse-ton'd organ came;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such are the honours paid to wealthy men,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But who for Irus would attempt the same?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He said, and ceas'd—the funeral anthem then<br></span> +<span class="i1">From the deep choir and hoarse-ton'd organ came;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such are the honours paid to wealthy men,<br></span> +<span class="i1">But who for Irus would attempt the same?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">53<br /></span> +<span class="i10">53<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now from the church returning, as they went,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Again they reach'd Alcander's painted hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their sighs concluded, and their sorrows spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">They to oblivion gave the Funeral.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now from the church returning, as they went,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Again they reach'd Alcander's painted hall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their sighs concluded, and their sorrows spent,<br></span> +<span class="i1">They to oblivion gave the Funeral.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">54<br /></span> +<span class="i10">54<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The holy man, by bishops holy made,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Tun'd up to harmony his trembling strings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To various songs in various notes he play'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And, as he plays, as gallantly he sings.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The holy man, by bishops holy made,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Tun'd up to harmony his trembling strings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To various songs in various notes he play'd,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And, as he plays, as gallantly he sings.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">55<br /></span> +<span class="i10">55<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The widow'd dame, less pensive than before,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To sprightly tunes as sprightly did advance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her lost Alcander scarce remember'd more;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And thus the funeral ended in a dance.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The widow'd dame, less pensive than before,<br></span> +<span class="i1">To sprightly tunes as sprightly did advance,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her lost Alcander scarce remember'd more;<br></span> +<span class="i1">And thus the funeral ended in a dance.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_157_194" id="Footnote_157_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157_194"><span class="label">[158]</span></a> As far as I can discover, this poem occurs only in the edition of 1786. +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_157_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157_194"><span class="label">[158]</span></a> As far as I can discover, this poem occurs only in the edition of 1786. Freneau seems deliberately to have abandoned it after this edition. A few stanzas from this poem are scattered through the poem entitled "The Sexton's Sermon," <i>q.v.</i> Stanza 43 was inserted after stanza 15 of the later versions of @@ -14170,797 +14204,797 @@ Sermon," <i>q.v.</i> Stanza 43 was inserted after stanza 15 of the later version -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_BEAUTIES_OF_SANTA_CRUZAM158" id="THE_BEAUTIES_OF_SANTA_CRUZAM158"></a>THE BEAUTIES OF SANTA CRUZ<a name="FNanchor_158_197" id="FNanchor_158_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_AM_196" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><a href="#Footnote_158_197" class="fnanchor">[159]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_BEAUTIES_OF_SANTA_CRUZAM158"></a>THE BEAUTIES OF SANTA CRUZ<a id="FNanchor_158_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_AM_196" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><a href="#Footnote_158_197" class="fnanchor">[159]</a></h3> <h4>1776</h4> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">Sweet orange grove, the fairest of the isle,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In thy soft shade luxuriously reclin'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Where, round my fragrant bed, the flowrets smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In sweet delusions I deceive my mind.<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Sweet orange grove, the fairest of the isle,<br></span> +<span class="i6">In thy soft shade luxuriously reclin'd,<br></span> +<span class="i5">Where, round my fragrant bed, the flowrets smile,<br></span> +<span class="i6">In sweet delusions I deceive my mind.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i5">But Melancholy's glooms assail my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">For potent nature reigns despotic here;—<br /></span> -<span class="i5">A nation ruin'd, and a world oppress'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Might rob the boldest Stoic of a tear.<br /></span> +<span class="i5">But Melancholy's glooms assail my breast,<br></span> +<span class="i6">For potent nature reigns despotic here;—<br></span> +<span class="i5">A nation ruin'd, and a world oppress'd,<br></span> +<span class="i6">Might rob the boldest Stoic of a tear.<br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AM_196" id="Footnote_AM_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158_197"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Or St. Croix, a Danish island (in the American Archipelago), commonly, +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AM_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158_197"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Or St. Croix, a Danish island (in the American Archipelago), commonly, tho' erroneously included in the cluster of the Virgin Islands; belonging to the crown of Denmark.—<i>Freneau's note</i> [<i>Ed. 1809</i>].</p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">1<br /></span> +<span class="i10">1<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sick of thy northern glooms, come, shepherd, seek<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More equal climes, and a serener sky:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why shouldst thou toil amid thy frozen ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where half year's snows, a barren prospect lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sick of thy northern glooms, come, shepherd, seek<br></span> +<span class="i0">More equal climes, and a serener sky:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why shouldst thou toil amid thy frozen ground,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where half year's snows, a barren prospect lie,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">2<br /></span> +<span class="i10">2<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thou mayst go where never frost was seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or north-west winds with cutting fury blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where never ice congeal'd the limpid stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where never mountain tipt its head with snow?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">3<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When thou mayst go where never frost was seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or north-west winds with cutting fury blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where never ice congeal'd the limpid stream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where never mountain tipt its head with snow?<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">3<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twice seven days prosperous gales thy barque shall bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To isles that flourish in perpetual green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where richest herbage glads each shady vale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever verdant plants on every hill are seen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twice seven days prosperous gales thy barque shall bear<br></span> +<span class="i0">To isles that flourish in perpetual green,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where richest herbage glads each shady vale,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And ever verdant plants on every hill are seen.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">4<br /></span> +<span class="i10">4<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor dread the dangers of the billowy deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Autumnal winds shall safely waft thee o'er;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put off the timid heart, or, man unblest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er shalt thou reach this gay enchanting shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor dread the dangers of the billowy deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Autumnal winds shall safely waft thee o'er;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Put off the timid heart, or, man unblest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er shalt thou reach this gay enchanting shore.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">5<br /></span> +<span class="i10">5<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus Judah's tribes beheld the promis'd land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Jordan's angry waters swell'd between;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus trembling on the brink I see them stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heav'n's type in view, the Canaanitish green.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus Judah's tribes beheld the promis'd land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While Jordan's angry waters swell'd between;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus trembling on the brink I see them stand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heav'n's type in view, the Canaanitish green.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">6<br /></span> +<span class="i10">6<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus, some mean souls, in spite of age and care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are so united to this globe below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They never wish to cross death's dusky main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That parting them and happiness doth flow.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">7<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus, some mean souls, in spite of age and care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are so united to this globe below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They never wish to cross death's dusky main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That parting them and happiness doth flow.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">7<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though reason's voice might whisper to the soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nobler climes for man the gods design—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, shepherd, haste—the northern breezes blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more the slumbering winds thy barque confine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though reason's voice might whisper to the soul<br></span> +<span class="i0">That nobler climes for man the gods design—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come, shepherd, haste—the northern breezes blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more the slumbering winds thy barque confine.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">8<br /></span> +<span class="i10">8<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the vast caverns of old ocean's bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair Santa Cruz, arising, laves her waist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The threat'ning waters roar on every side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For every side by ocean is embrac'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the vast caverns of old ocean's bed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Santa Cruz, arising, laves her waist,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The threat'ning waters roar on every side,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For every side by ocean is embrac'd.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">9<br /></span> +<span class="i10">9<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sharp, craggy rocks repel the surging brine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose cavern'd sides by restless billows wore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resemblance claim to that remoter isle [<i>Eolia</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where once the winds' proud lord the sceptre bore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sharp, craggy rocks repel the surging brine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose cavern'd sides by restless billows wore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resemblance claim to that remoter isle [<i>Eolia</i><br></span> +<span class="i0">Where once the winds' proud lord the sceptre bore.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">10<br /></span> +<span class="i10">10<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Betwixt old Cancer and the mid-way line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In happiest climate lies this envied isle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trees bloom throughout the year, streams ever flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fragrant Flora wears a lasting smile.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">11<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Betwixt old Cancer and the mid-way line,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In happiest climate lies this envied isle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Trees bloom throughout the year, streams ever flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fragrant Flora wears a lasting smile.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">11<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cool, woodland streams from shaded clifts descend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dripping rock no want of moisture knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supply'd by springs that on the skies depend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fountain feeding as the current flows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cool, woodland streams from shaded clifts descend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The dripping rock no want of moisture knows,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Supply'd by springs that on the skies depend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That fountain feeding as the current flows.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">12<br /></span> +<span class="i10">12<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such were the isles which happy Flaccus sung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where one tree blossoms while another bears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where spring forever gay, and ever young,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walks her gay round through her unwearied years.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such were the isles which happy Flaccus sung,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where one tree blossoms while another bears,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where spring forever gay, and ever young,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Walks her gay round through her unwearied years.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">13<br /></span> +<span class="i10">13<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such were the climes which youthful Eden saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere crossing fates destroy'd her golden reign—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reflect upon thy loss, unhappy man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seek the vales of Paradise again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such were the climes which youthful Eden saw<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ere crossing fates destroy'd her golden reign—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reflect upon thy loss, unhappy man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And seek the vales of Paradise again.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">14<br /></span> +<span class="i10">14<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No lowering skies are here—the neighbouring sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clear and unveil'd, his brilliant journey goes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each morn emerging from the ambient main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sinking there each evening to repose.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">15<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No lowering skies are here—the neighbouring sun<br></span> +<span class="i0">Clear and unveil'd, his brilliant journey goes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Each morn emerging from the ambient main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sinking there each evening to repose.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">15<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In June's fair month the spangled traveller gains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The utmost limits of his northern way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blesses with his beams cold lands remote,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sad Greenland's coast, and Hudson's frozen bay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In June's fair month the spangled traveller gains<br></span> +<span class="i0">The utmost limits of his northern way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And blesses with his beams cold lands remote,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sad Greenland's coast, and Hudson's frozen bay.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">16<br /></span> +<span class="i10">16<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The shivering swains of those unhappy climes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the side-way monarch through the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We feel his fiercer heat, his vertic beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Temper'd with cooling winds and trade-wind breeze.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shivering swains of those unhappy climes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Behold the side-way monarch through the trees,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We feel his fiercer heat, his vertic beams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Temper'd with cooling winds and trade-wind breeze.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">17<br /></span> +<span class="i10">17<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet, though so near heav'n's blazing lamp doth run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We court the beam that sheds the golden day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hence are called the children of the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, without fainting, bear his downward ray.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, though so near heav'n's blazing lamp doth run,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We court the beam that sheds the golden day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hence are called the children of the sun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who, without fainting, bear his downward ray.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">18<br /></span> +<span class="i10">18<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No threatening tides upon our island rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gay Cynthia scarce disturbs the ocean here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No waves approach her orb, and she, as kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attracts no water to her silver sphere.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">19<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No threatening tides upon our island rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gay Cynthia scarce disturbs the ocean here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No waves approach her orb, and she, as kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Attracts no water to her silver sphere.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">19<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The happy waters boast, of various kinds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unnumber'd myriads of the scaly race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sportive they glide above the delug'd sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gay as their clime, in ocean's ample vase.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The happy waters boast, of various kinds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumber'd myriads of the scaly race,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sportive they glide above the delug'd sand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gay as their clime, in ocean's ample vase.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">20<br /></span> +<span class="i10">20<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some streak'd with burnish'd gold, resplendent glare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some cleave the limpid deep, all silver'd o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some, clad in living green, delight the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some red, some blue; of mingled colours more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some streak'd with burnish'd gold, resplendent glare,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some cleave the limpid deep, all silver'd o'er,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some, clad in living green, delight the eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some red, some blue; of mingled colours more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">21<br /></span> +<span class="i10">21<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here glides the spangled Dolphin through the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The giant-carcas'd whales at distance stray.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The huge green turtles wallow through the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well pleas'd alike with land or water, they.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here glides the spangled Dolphin through the deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The giant-carcas'd whales at distance stray.<br></span> +<span class="i0">The huge green turtles wallow through the wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Well pleas'd alike with land or water, they.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">22<br /></span> +<span class="i10">22<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Rainbow cuts the deep, of varied green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The well fed Grouper lurks remote, below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swift Bonetta coasts the watry scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The diamond coated Angels kindle as they go.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Rainbow cuts the deep, of varied green,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The well fed Grouper lurks remote, below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The swift Bonetta coasts the watry scene,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The diamond coated Angels kindle as they go.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">23<br /></span> +<span class="i10">23<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Delicious to the taste, salubrious food,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which might some temperate studious sage allure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To curse the fare of his abstemious school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turn, for once, a cheerful Epicure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Delicious to the taste, salubrious food,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which might some temperate studious sage allure<br></span> +<span class="i0">To curse the fare of his abstemious school,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And turn, for once, a cheerful Epicure.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">24<br /></span> +<span class="i10">24<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unhurt, may'st thou this luscious food enjoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fulness feast upon the scaly kind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These, well selected from a thousand more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delight the taste, and leave no plague behind.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">25<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unhurt, may'st thou this luscious food enjoy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To fulness feast upon the scaly kind;<br></span> +<span class="i0">These, well selected from a thousand more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Delight the taste, and leave no plague behind.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">25<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor think Hygeia<a name="FNanchor_AN_198" id="FNanchor_AN_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_AN_198" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> is a stranger here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sensual souls the climate may fatal prove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anguish and death attend, and pain severe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The midnight revel, and licentious love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor think Hygeia<a id="FNanchor_AN_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_AN_198" class="fnanchor">[B]</a> is a stranger here;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To sensual souls the climate may fatal prove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Anguish and death attend, and pain severe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The midnight revel, and licentious love.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AN_198" id="Footnote_AN_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AN_198"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Goddess of Health.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AN_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AN_198"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> Goddess of Health.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">26<br /></span> +<span class="i10">26<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many a swain, in youth's serenest bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is borne untimely to this alien clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Constrain'd to slumber in a foreign tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from his friends, his country far away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full many a swain, in youth's serenest bloom,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is borne untimely to this alien clay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Constrain'd to slumber in a foreign tomb,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far from his friends, his country far away.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">27<br /></span> +<span class="i10">27<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet, if devoted to a sensual soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If fondly their own ruin they create,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These victims to the banquet and the bowl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must blame their folly only, not their fate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, if devoted to a sensual soul,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If fondly their own ruin they create,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These victims to the banquet and the bowl<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must blame their folly only, not their fate.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">28<br /></span> +<span class="i10">28<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But thou, who first drew breath in northern air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At early dawn ascend the sloping hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oft' at noon to lime tree shades repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where some soft stream from neighbouring groves distils.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thou, who first drew breath in northern air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">At early dawn ascend the sloping hills,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And oft' at noon to lime tree shades repair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where some soft stream from neighbouring groves distils.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">29<br /></span> +<span class="i10">29<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with it mix the liquid of the lime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The old ag'd essence of the generous cane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweetest syrups of this liquorish clime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drink, to cool thy thirst, and drink again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with it mix the liquid of the lime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The old ag'd essence of the generous cane,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sweetest syrups of this liquorish clime,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And drink, to cool thy thirst, and drink again.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">30<br /></span> +<span class="i10">30<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This happy beverage, joy inspiring bowl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dispelling far the shades of mental night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wakes bright ideas on the raptur'd soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorrow turns to pleasure and delight.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">31<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This happy beverage, joy inspiring bowl,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dispelling far the shades of mental night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wakes bright ideas on the raptur'd soul,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sorrow turns to pleasure and delight.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">31<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet verdant isle, through thy dark woods I rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And learn the nature of each native tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fustick hard, the poisonous manchineel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which for its fragrant apple pleaseth thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet verdant isle, through thy dark woods I rove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And learn the nature of each native tree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fustick hard, the poisonous manchineel,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which for its fragrant apple pleaseth thee:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">32<br /></span> +<span class="i10">32<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alluring to the smell, fair to the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But deadliest poison in the taste is found—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O shun the dangerous tree, nor taste, like Eve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This interdicted fruit in Eden's ground.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alluring to the smell, fair to the eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But deadliest poison in the taste is found—<br></span> +<span class="i0">O shun the dangerous tree, nor taste, like Eve,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This interdicted fruit in Eden's ground.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">33<br /></span> +<span class="i10">33<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lowly mangrove, fond of watry soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The white bark'd gregory, rising high in air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mastick in the woods you may descry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tamarind, and lofty plumb-trees flourish there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lowly mangrove, fond of watry soil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The white bark'd gregory, rising high in air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The mastick in the woods you may descry,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tamarind, and lofty plumb-trees flourish there.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">34<br /></span> +<span class="i10">34<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet orange groves in lonely vallies rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drop their fruits, unnotic'd and unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cooling acid limes in hedges grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The juicy lemons swell in shades their own.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet orange groves in lonely vallies rise<br></span> +<span class="i0">And drop their fruits, unnotic'd and unknown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And cooling acid limes in hedges grow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The juicy lemons swell in shades their own.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">35<br /></span> +<span class="i10">35<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once in these groves divine Aurelia stray'd!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, conscious nature, smiling, look'd more gay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon she left the dear delightful shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shade, neglected, droops and dies away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once in these groves divine Aurelia stray'd!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then, conscious nature, smiling, look'd more gay;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But soon she left the dear delightful shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The shade, neglected, droops and dies away,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">36<br /></span> +<span class="i10">36<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And pines for her return, but pines in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In distant isles belov'd Aurelia died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pride of the plains, ador'd by every swain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet warbler of the woods, and of the woods the pride.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">37<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pines for her return, but pines in vain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In distant isles belov'd Aurelia died,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pride of the plains, ador'd by every swain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet warbler of the woods, and of the woods the pride.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">37<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Philander early left this rural maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor yet return'd, by fate compell'd to roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But absent from the heavenly girl he stray'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her charms forgot, forgot his native home.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Philander early left this rural maid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet return'd, by fate compell'd to roam,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But absent from the heavenly girl he stray'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her charms forgot, forgot his native home.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">38<br /></span> +<span class="i10">38<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O fate severe, to seize the nymph so soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nymph, for whom a thousand shepherds sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the space of one revolving moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To doom the fair one and her swain to die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O fate severe, to seize the nymph so soon,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The nymph, for whom a thousand shepherds sigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And in the space of one revolving moon<br></span> +<span class="i0">To doom the fair one and her swain to die!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">39<br /></span> +<span class="i10">39<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet, spungy plumbs on trees wide spreading hang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bell-apples here, suspended, shade the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plump grenadilloes and güavas grey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With melons in each plain and lawn abound.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet, spungy plumbs on trees wide spreading hang,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bell-apples here, suspended, shade the ground,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Plump grenadilloes and güavas grey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With melons in each plain and lawn abound.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">40<br /></span> +<span class="i10">40<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The conic form'd cashew, of juicy kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which bears at once an apple and a nut;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose poisonous coat, indignant to the lip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth in its cell a wholesome kernel shut.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The conic form'd cashew, of juicy kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which bears at once an apple and a nut;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose poisonous coat, indignant to the lip,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Doth in its cell a wholesome kernel shut.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">41<br /></span> +<span class="i10">41<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The prince of fruits, whom some jayama call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anana some, the happy flavour'd pine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which unite the tastes and juices all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of apple, peach, quince, grape, and nectarine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The prince of fruits, whom some jayama call,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Anana some, the happy flavour'd pine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In which unite the tastes and juices all<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of apple, peach, quince, grape, and nectarine,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">42<br /></span> +<span class="i10">42<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grows to perfection here, and spreads his crest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His diadem toward the parent sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His diadem, in fiery blossoms drest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands arm'd with swords from potent nature won.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">43<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grows to perfection here, and spreads his crest;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His diadem toward the parent sun;<br></span> +<span class="i0">His diadem, in fiery blossoms drest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Stands arm'd with swords from potent nature won.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">43<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yon' cotton shrubs with bursting knobs behold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their snow white locks these humble groves array;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On slender trees the blushing coffee hangs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like thy fair cherry, and would tempt thy stay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yon' cotton shrubs with bursting knobs behold,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their snow white locks these humble groves array;<br></span> +<span class="i0">On slender trees the blushing coffee hangs<br></span> +<span class="i0">Like thy fair cherry, and would tempt thy stay.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">44<br /></span> +<span class="i10">44<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Safe from the winds, in deep retreats, they rise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their utmost summit may thy arm attain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taste the moist fruit, and from thy closing eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleep shall retire, with all his drowsy train.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Safe from the winds, in deep retreats, they rise;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their utmost summit may thy arm attain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Taste the moist fruit, and from thy closing eyes<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep shall retire, with all his drowsy train.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">45<br /></span> +<span class="i10">45<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spicy berry, they güava call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swells in the mountains on a stripling tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These some admire, and value more than all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My humble verse, besides, unfolds to thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spicy berry, they güava call,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swells in the mountains on a stripling tree;<br></span> +<span class="i0">These some admire, and value more than all,<br></span> +<span class="i0">My humble verse, besides, unfolds to thee.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">46<br /></span> +<span class="i10">46<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The smooth white cedar, here, delights the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bay-tree, with its aromatic green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea-side grapes, sweet natives of the sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pulse, of various kinds, on trees are seen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The smooth white cedar, here, delights the eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The bay-tree, with its aromatic green,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sea-side grapes, sweet natives of the sand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pulse, of various kinds, on trees are seen.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">47<br /></span> +<span class="i10">47<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here mingled vines that downward shadows cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, cluster'd grapes from loaded boughs depend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their leaves no frosts, their fruits no cold winds blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, rear'd by suns, to time alone they bend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here mingled vines that downward shadows cast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here, cluster'd grapes from loaded boughs depend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their leaves no frosts, their fruits no cold winds blast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, rear'd by suns, to time alone they bend.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">48<br /></span> +<span class="i10">48<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The plantane and banana flourish here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of hasty growth, and love to fix their root<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where some soft stream of ambling water flows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To yield full moisture to their cluster'd fruit.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">49<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The plantane and banana flourish here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of hasty growth, and love to fix their root<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where some soft stream of ambling water flows,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To yield full moisture to their cluster'd fruit.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">49<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No other trees so vast a leaf can boast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So broad, so long—through these refresh'd I stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though the noon-sun all his radiance shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These friendly leaves shall shade me all the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No other trees so vast a leaf can boast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So broad, so long—through these refresh'd I stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And though the noon-sun all his radiance shed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">These friendly leaves shall shade me all the way,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">50<br /></span> +<span class="i10">50<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And tempt the cooling breeze to hasten there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its sweet odorous breath to charm the grove;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High shades and verdant seats, while underneath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little stream by mossy banks doth rove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tempt the cooling breeze to hasten there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With its sweet odorous breath to charm the grove;<br></span> +<span class="i0">High shades and verdant seats, while underneath<br></span> +<span class="i0">A little stream by mossy banks doth rove,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">51<br /></span> +<span class="i10">51<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where once the Indian dames slept with their swains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or fondly kiss'd the moon-light eves away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lovers fled, the tearful stream remains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only I console it with my lay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where once the Indian dames slept with their swains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or fondly kiss'd the moon-light eves away;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The lovers fled, the tearful stream remains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And only I console it with my lay.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">52<br /></span> +<span class="i10">52<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Among the shades of yonder whispering grove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The green palmittoes mingle, tall and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever murmur, and forever move,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fanning with wavy bough the ambient air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the shades of yonder whispering grove<br></span> +<span class="i0">The green palmittoes mingle, tall and fair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That ever murmur, and forever move,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fanning with wavy bough the ambient air.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">53<br /></span> +<span class="i10">53<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pomegranates grace the wild, and sweet-sops there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ready to fall, require thy helping hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor yet neglect the papaw or mamee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose slighted trees with fruits unheeded stand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pomegranates grace the wild, and sweet-sops there<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ready to fall, require thy helping hand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet neglect the papaw or mamee<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose slighted trees with fruits unheeded stand.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">54<br /></span> +<span class="i10">54<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those shaddocks juicy shall thy taste delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yon' high fruits, the richest of the wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That cling in clusters to the mother tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cocoa-nut; rich, milky, healthful food.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">55<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those shaddocks juicy shall thy taste delight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And yon' high fruits, the richest of the wood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That cling in clusters to the mother tree,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The cocoa-nut; rich, milky, healthful food.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">55<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O grant me, gods, if yet condemn'd to stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least to spend life's sober evening here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To plant a grove where winds yon' shelter'd bay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pluck these fruits that frost nor winter fear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O grant me, gods, if yet condemn'd to stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">At least to spend life's sober evening here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To plant a grove where winds yon' shelter'd bay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pluck these fruits that frost nor winter fear.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">56<br /></span> +<span class="i10">56<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cassada shrubs abound—transplanted here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From every clime, exotic blossoms blow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here Asia plants her flowers, here Europe seeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hyperborean plants, un-winter'd, grow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cassada shrubs abound—transplanted here<br></span> +<span class="i0">From every clime, exotic blossoms blow;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here Asia plants her flowers, here Europe seeds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hyperborean plants, un-winter'd, grow.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">57<br /></span> +<span class="i10">57<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here, a new herbage glads the generous steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mules, goats, and sheep enjoy these pastures fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for thy hedges, nature has decreed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guards of thy toils, the date and prickly pear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, a new herbage glads the generous steed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mules, goats, and sheep enjoy these pastures fair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And for thy hedges, nature has decreed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Guards of thy toils, the date and prickly pear.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">58<br /></span> +<span class="i10">58<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But chief the glory of these Indian isles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Springs from the sweet, uncloying sugar-cane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence comes the planter's wealth, hence commerce sends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such floating piles to traverse half the main.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But chief the glory of these Indian isles<br></span> +<span class="i0">Springs from the sweet, uncloying sugar-cane,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence comes the planter's wealth, hence commerce sends<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such floating piles to traverse half the main.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">59<br /></span> +<span class="i10">59<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whoe'er thou art that leav'st thy native shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shall to fair West India climates come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taste not the enchanting plant—to taste forbear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever thou wouldst reach thy much lov'd home.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whoe'er thou art that leav'st thy native shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And shall to fair West India climates come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Taste not the enchanting plant—to taste forbear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If ever thou wouldst reach thy much lov'd home.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">60<br /></span> +<span class="i10">60<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ne'er through the Isle permit thy feet to rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, if thou dost, let prudence lead the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forbear to taste the virtues of the cane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forbear to taste what will complete thy stay.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">61<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er through the Isle permit thy feet to rove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or, if thou dost, let prudence lead the way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forbear to taste the virtues of the cane,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Forbear to taste what will complete thy stay.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">61<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whoever sips of this enchanting juice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delicious nectar, fit for Jove's own hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Returns no more from his lov'd Santa Cruz,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But quits his friends, his country, and his all.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whoever sips of this enchanting juice,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Delicious nectar, fit for Jove's own hall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Returns no more from his lov'd Santa Cruz,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But quits his friends, his country, and his all.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">62<br /></span> +<span class="i10">62<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thinks no more of home—Ulysses so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dragg'd off by force his sailors from that shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where lotos grew, and, had not strength prevail'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They never would have sought their country more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thinks no more of home—Ulysses so<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dragg'd off by force his sailors from that shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where lotos grew, and, had not strength prevail'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They never would have sought their country more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">63<br /></span> +<span class="i10">63<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No annual toil inters this thrifty plant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stalk lopt off, the freshening showers prolong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To future years, unfading and secure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The root so vigorous, and the juice so strong.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No annual toil inters this thrifty plant,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The stalk lopt off, the freshening showers prolong,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To future years, unfading and secure,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The root so vigorous, and the juice so strong.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">64<br /></span> +<span class="i10">64<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unnumber'd plants, besides, these climates yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grass peculiar to the soil, that bears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand varied herbs, array the field,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This glads thy palate, that thy health repairs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unnumber'd plants, besides, these climates yield,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And grass peculiar to the soil, that bears<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ten thousand varied herbs, array the field,<br></span> +<span class="i0">This glads thy palate, that thy health repairs.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">65<br /></span> +<span class="i10">65<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Along the shore a wondrous flower is seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where rocky ponds receive the surging wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some drest in yellow, some array'd in green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the water their gay branches lave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Along the shore a wondrous flower is seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where rocky ponds receive the surging wave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some drest in yellow, some array'd in green,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the water their gay branches lave.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">66<br /></span> +<span class="i10">66<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This mystic plant, with its bewitching charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too surely springs from some enchanted bower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fearful it is, and dreads impending harms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Animal</i> the natives call the flower.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">67<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This mystic plant, with its bewitching charms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too surely springs from some enchanted bower;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fearful it is, and dreads impending harms,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>Animal</i> the natives call the flower.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">67<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the smooth rock its little branches rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The objects of thy view, and that alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feast on its beauties with thy ravish'd eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But aim to touch it, and—the flower is gone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the smooth rock its little branches rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The objects of thy view, and that alone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Feast on its beauties with thy ravish'd eyes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But aim to touch it, and—the flower is gone.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">68<br /></span> +<span class="i10">68<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nay, if thy shade but intercept the beam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That gilds their boughs beneath the briny lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift they retire, like a deluding dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even a shadow for destruction take.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, if thy shade but intercept the beam<br></span> +<span class="i0">That gilds their boughs beneath the briny lake,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swift they retire, like a deluding dream,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And even a shadow for destruction take.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">69<br /></span> +<span class="i10">69<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Warn'd by experience, seek not thou to gain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The magic plant thy curious hand invades;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Returning to the light, it mocks thy pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceives all grasp, and seeks its native shades.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warn'd by experience, seek not thou to gain<br></span> +<span class="i0">The magic plant thy curious hand invades;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Returning to the light, it mocks thy pain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deceives all grasp, and seeks its native shades.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">70<br /></span> +<span class="i10">70<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On yonder steepy hill, fresh harvests rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the dark tribe from Afric's sun-burnt plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft o'er the ocean turn their wishful eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To isles remote high looming o'er the main,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On yonder steepy hill, fresh harvests rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where the dark tribe from Afric's sun-burnt plain<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oft o'er the ocean turn their wishful eyes<br></span> +<span class="i0">To isles remote high looming o'er the main,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">71<br /></span> +<span class="i10">71<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And view soft seats of ease and fancied rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their native groves new painted on the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where no proud misers their gay hours molest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No lordly despots pass unsocial by.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And view soft seats of ease and fancied rest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their native groves new painted on the eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where no proud misers their gay hours molest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No lordly despots pass unsocial by.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">72<br /></span> +<span class="i10">72<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See yonder slave that slowly bends this way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With years, and pain, and ceaseless toil opprest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though no complaining words his woes betray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eye dejected proves the heart distrest.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">73<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See yonder slave that slowly bends this way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With years, and pain, and ceaseless toil opprest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though no complaining words his woes betray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The eye dejected proves the heart distrest.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">73<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perhaps in chains he left his native shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps he left a helpless offspring there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps a wife, that he must see no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps a father, who his love did share.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps in chains he left his native shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps he left a helpless offspring there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps a wife, that he must see no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps a father, who his love did share.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">74<br /></span> +<span class="i10">74<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Curs'd be the ship that brought him o'er the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And curs'd the hands who from his country tore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May she be stranded, ne'er to float again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May they be shipwreck'd on some hostile shore—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curs'd be the ship that brought him o'er the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And curs'd the hands who from his country tore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">May she be stranded, ne'er to float again,<br></span> +<span class="i0">May they be shipwreck'd on some hostile shore—<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">75<br /></span> +<span class="i10">75<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O gold accurst, of every ill the spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thee compassion flies the darken'd mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reason's plain dictates no conviction bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And passion only sways all human kind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O gold accurst, of every ill the spring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For thee compassion flies the darken'd mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Reason's plain dictates no conviction bring,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And passion only sways all human kind.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">76<br /></span> +<span class="i10">76<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O gold accurst! for thee we madly run<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With murderous hearts across the briny flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek foreign climes beneath a foreign sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there exult to shed a brother's blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O gold accurst! for thee we madly run<br></span> +<span class="i0">With murderous hearts across the briny flood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Seek foreign climes beneath a foreign sun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And there exult to shed a brother's blood.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">77<br /></span> +<span class="i10">77<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But thou, who own'st this sugar-bearing soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom no good the great First Cause denies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let freeborn hands attend thy sultry toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fairer harvests to thy view shall rise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thou, who own'st this sugar-bearing soil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To whom no good the great First Cause denies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let freeborn hands attend thy sultry toil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fairer harvests to thy view shall rise.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">78<br /></span> +<span class="i10">78<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The teeming earth shall mightier stores disclose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than ever struck thy longing eyes before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And late content shall shed a soft repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repose, so long a stranger at thy door.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">79<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The teeming earth shall mightier stores disclose<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than ever struck thy longing eyes before,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And late content shall shed a soft repose,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Repose, so long a stranger at thy door.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">79<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give me some clime, the favourite of the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where cruel slavery never sought to rein—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But shun the theme, sad muse, and tell me why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These abject trees lie scatter'd o'er the plain?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Give me some clime, the favourite of the sky,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where cruel slavery never sought to rein—<br></span> +<span class="i0">But shun the theme, sad muse, and tell me why<br></span> +<span class="i0">These abject trees lie scatter'd o'er the plain?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">80<br /></span> +<span class="i10">80<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These isles, lest nature should have prov'd too kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or man have sought his happiest heaven below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are torn with mighty winds, fierce hurricanes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature convuls'd in every shape of woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These isles, lest nature should have prov'd too kind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or man have sought his happiest heaven below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Are torn with mighty winds, fierce hurricanes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nature convuls'd in every shape of woe.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">81<br /></span> +<span class="i10">81<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor scorn yon' lonely vale of trees so reft;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There plantane groves late grew of lively green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The orange flourish'd, and the lemon bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The genius of the isle dwelt there unseen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor scorn yon' lonely vale of trees so reft;<br></span> +<span class="i0">There plantane groves late grew of lively green,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The orange flourish'd, and the lemon bore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The genius of the isle dwelt there unseen.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">82<br /></span> +<span class="i10">82<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wild were the skies, affrighted nature groan'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though approach'd her last decisive day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Skies blaz'd around, and bellowing winds had nigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dislodg'd these cliffs, and tore yon' hills away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wild were the skies, affrighted nature groan'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">As though approach'd her last decisive day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Skies blaz'd around, and bellowing winds had nigh<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dislodg'd these cliffs, and tore yon' hills away.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">83<br /></span> +<span class="i10">83<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O'er the wild main, dejected and afraid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trembling pilot lash'd his helm a-lee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, swiftly scudding, ask'd thy potent aid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear pilot of the Galilëan sea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the wild main, dejected and afraid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The trembling pilot lash'd his helm a-lee,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or, swiftly scudding, ask'd thy potent aid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dear pilot of the Galilëan sea.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">84<br /></span> +<span class="i10">84<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Low hung the clouds, distended with the gale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The clouds dark brooding wing'd their circling flight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tremendous thunders join'd the hurricane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daughter of chaos and eternal night.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">85<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Low hung the clouds, distended with the gale<br></span> +<span class="i0">The clouds dark brooding wing'd their circling flight,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Tremendous thunders join'd the hurricane,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Daughter of chaos and eternal night.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">85<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And how, alas! could these fair trees withstand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wasteful madness of so fierce a blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That storm'd along the plain, seiz'd every grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And delug'd with a sea this mournful waste.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how, alas! could these fair trees withstand<br></span> +<span class="i0">The wasteful madness of so fierce a blast,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That storm'd along the plain, seiz'd every grove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And delug'd with a sea this mournful waste.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">86<br /></span> +<span class="i10">86<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That plantane grove, where oft I fondly stray'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy darts, dread Phœbus, in those glooms to shun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now no more a refuge or a shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now with rocks and deep sands over-run.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That plantane grove, where oft I fondly stray'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy darts, dread Phœbus, in those glooms to shun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is now no more a refuge or a shade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is now with rocks and deep sands over-run.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">87<br /></span> +<span class="i10">87<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those late proud domes of splendour, pomp and ease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer strike the view, in grand attire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, torn by winds, flew piece-meal to the seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor left one nook to lodge the astonish'd squire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those late proud domes of splendour, pomp and ease<br></span> +<span class="i0">No longer strike the view, in grand attire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But, torn by winds, flew piece-meal to the seas,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor left one nook to lodge the astonish'd squire.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">88<br /></span> +<span class="i10">88<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But other groves the hand of Time shall raise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again shall nature smile, serenely gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So soon each scene revives, why should I leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These green retreats, o'er the dark seas to stray?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But other groves the hand of Time shall raise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Again shall nature smile, serenely gay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So soon each scene revives, why should I leave<br></span> +<span class="i0">These green retreats, o'er the dark seas to stray?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">89<br /></span> +<span class="i10">89<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For I must go where the mad pirate roves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A stranger on the inhospitable main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torn from the scenes of Hudson's sweetest groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Led by false hope, and expectation vain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I must go where the mad pirate roves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A stranger on the inhospitable main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Torn from the scenes of Hudson's sweetest groves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Led by false hope, and expectation vain.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">90<br /></span> +<span class="i10">90<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There endless plains deject the wearied eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hostile winds incessant toil prepare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And should loud bellowing storms all art defy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The manly heart alone must conquer there.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">91<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There endless plains deject the wearied eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hostile winds incessant toil prepare;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And should loud bellowing storms all art defy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The manly heart alone must conquer there.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">91<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On these blue hills, to pluck the opening flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might yet awhile the unwelcome task delay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these gay scenes prolong the fleeting hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To aid bright Fancy on some future day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On these blue hills, to pluck the opening flowers,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Might yet awhile the unwelcome task delay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And these gay scenes prolong the fleeting hours<br></span> +<span class="i0">To aid bright Fancy on some future day.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">92<br /></span> +<span class="i10">92<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy vales, Bermuda, and thy sea-girt groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can never like these southern forests please;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, lash'd by stormy waves, you court in vain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The northern shepherd to your cedar trees.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy vales, Bermuda, and thy sea-girt groves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Can never like these southern forests please;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, lash'd by stormy waves, you court in vain<br></span> +<span class="i0">The northern shepherd to your cedar trees.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">93<br /></span> +<span class="i10">93<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not o'er those isles such equal planets rule,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All, but the cedar, dread the wintry blast:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too well thy charms the banish'd Waller sung;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too near the pilot's star thy doom is cast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not o'er those isles such equal planets rule,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All, but the cedar, dread the wintry blast:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too well thy charms the banish'd Waller sung;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too near the pilot's star thy doom is cast.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">94<br /></span> +<span class="i10">94<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far o'er the waste of yonder surgy field<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My native climes in fancied prospect lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now hid in shades, and now by clouds conceal'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now by tempests ravish'd from my eye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far o'er the waste of yonder surgy field<br></span> +<span class="i0">My native climes in fancied prospect lie,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now hid in shades, and now by clouds conceal'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And now by tempests ravish'd from my eye.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">95<br /></span> +<span class="i10">95<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, triumphs to enjoy, are, Britain, thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, thy proud navy awes the pillag'd shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor sees the day when nations shall combine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That pride to humble and our rights restore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, triumphs to enjoy, are, Britain, thine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There, thy proud navy awes the pillag'd shore;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor sees the day when nations shall combine<br></span> +<span class="i0">That pride to humble and our rights restore.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">96<br /></span> +<span class="i10">96<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet o'er the globe shouldst thou extend thy reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here may thy conquering arms one grotto spare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here—though thy conquest vex—in spite of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I quaff the enlivening glass, in spite of care.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">97<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet o'er the globe shouldst thou extend thy reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here may thy conquering arms one grotto spare;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here—though thy conquest vex—in spite of pain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I quaff the enlivening glass, in spite of care.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">97<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What, though we bend to a tyrannic crown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still Nature's charms in varied beauty shine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What though we own the proud imperious Dane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gold is his sordid care, the Muses mine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What, though we bend to a tyrannic crown;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still Nature's charms in varied beauty shine—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What though we own the proud imperious Dane,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Gold is his sordid care, the Muses mine.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">98<br /></span> +<span class="i10">98<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Winter, and winter's glooms are far remov'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eternal spring with smiling summer join'd;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Absence and death, and heart-corroding care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should they cloud the sun-shine of the mind?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winter, and winter's glooms are far remov'd;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Eternal spring with smiling summer join'd;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Absence and death, and heart-corroding care,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Why should they cloud the sun-shine of the mind?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">99<br /></span> +<span class="i10">99<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, shepherd, haste, and leave behind thee far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy bloody plains, and iron glooms above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quit the cold northern star, and here enjoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the smiling skies, this land of love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, shepherd, haste, and leave behind thee far<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thy bloody plains, and iron glooms above,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Quit the cold northern star, and here enjoy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the smiling skies, this land of love.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">100<br /></span> +<span class="i10">100<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The drowsy pelican wings home his way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The misty eve sits heavy on the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though yon' sail drags slowly o'er the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, shall a moment's gloom discourage thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The drowsy pelican wings home his way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The misty eve sits heavy on the sea,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And though yon' sail drags slowly o'er the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Say, shall a moment's gloom discourage thee?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">101<br /></span> +<span class="i10">101<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To-morrow's sun now paints the faded scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though deep in ocean sink his western beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His spangled chariot shall ascend more clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More radiant from the drowsy land of dreams.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To-morrow's sun now paints the faded scene,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though deep in ocean sink his western beams,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His spangled chariot shall ascend more clear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">More radiant from the drowsy land of dreams.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">102<br /></span> +<span class="i10">102<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of all the isles the neighbouring ocean bears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None can with this their equal landscapes boast:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What could we do on Saba's cloudy height;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or what could please on 'Statia's barren coast?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">103<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the isles the neighbouring ocean bears,<br></span> +<span class="i0">None can with this their equal landscapes boast:<br></span> +<span class="i0">What could we do on Saba's cloudy height;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or what could please on 'Statia's barren coast?<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">103<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Couldst thou content on rough Tortola stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confest the fairest of the Virgin train;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or couldst thou on these rocky summits play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where high St. John stands frowning o'er the main?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Couldst thou content on rough Tortola stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Confest the fairest of the Virgin train;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or couldst thou on these rocky summits play<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where high St. John stands frowning o'er the main?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">104<br /></span> +<span class="i10">104<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Haste, shepherd, haste—Hesperian fruits for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cluster'd grapes from mingled boughs depend—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What pleasure in thy forests can there be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, leafless now, to every tempest bend?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haste, shepherd, haste—Hesperian fruits for thee,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And cluster'd grapes from mingled boughs depend—<br></span> +<span class="i0">What pleasure in thy forests can there be<br></span> +<span class="i0">That, leafless now, to every tempest bend?<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">105<br /></span> +<span class="i10">105<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To milder stars, and skies of clearer blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sworn foe to arms, at least a-while repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, till to mightier force proud Britain bends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despise her triumphs, and deceive thy care.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To milder stars, and skies of clearer blue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sworn foe to arms, at least a-while repair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, till to mightier force proud Britain bends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Despise her triumphs, and deceive thy care.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">106<br /></span> +<span class="i10">106<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Soon shall the genius of the fertile soil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A new creation to thy view unfold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admire the works of Nature's magic hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But scorn that vulgar bait, all potent gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon shall the genius of the fertile soil<br></span> +<span class="i0">A new creation to thy view unfold;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Admire the works of Nature's magic hand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But scorn that vulgar bait, all potent gold.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">107<br /></span> +<span class="i10">107<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet, if persuaded by no lay of mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You still admire your climes of frost and snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pleas'd, prefer above our southern groves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The darksome forests, that around thee grow:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, if persuaded by no lay of mine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You still admire your climes of frost and snow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And pleas'd, prefer above our southern groves<br></span> +<span class="i0">The darksome forests, that around thee grow:<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i10">108<br /></span> +<span class="i10">108<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still there remain—thy native air enjoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repell the tyrant who thy peace invades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While, pleas'd, I trace the vales of Santa Cruz,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sing with rapture her inspiring shades.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still there remain—thy native air enjoy,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Repell the tyrant who thy peace invades,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While, pleas'd, I trace the vales of Santa Cruz,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And sing with rapture her inspiring shades.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_158_197" id="Footnote_158_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158_197"><span class="label">[159]</span></a> Text from the edition of 1786. The poem was first published in the +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_158_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158_197"><span class="label">[159]</span></a> Text from the edition of 1786. The poem was first published in the February (1779) issue of the <i>United States Magazine</i>, as a part of an extended article, with the title, "Account of the Island of Santa Cruz: Containing an original Poem on the Beauties of that Island. In a letter to A. P. Esq." The @@ -14973,36 +15007,36 @@ revised it with a careful hand for his edition of 1786. Some of the lines changed most notably are as follows:</p> <div class='center'> -<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="1" summary=""> -<tr><td align='right'>Stanza 1.</td><td align='left'>"Less rigorous climes, and a more friendly sky."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>6.</td><td align='left'>"So some dull minds, in spite of age and care,<br /> +<table style="border: none; padding: 5px; border-spacing: 1px;"> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">Stanza 1.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"Less rigorous climes, and a more friendly sky."</td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">6.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"So some dull minds, in spite of age and care,<br> Are grown so wedded to this globe below."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>39.</td><td align='left'>"Sweet spungy plumbs on trees wide spreading hang,<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">39.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"Sweet spungy plumbs on trees wide spreading hang,<br> The happy flavour'd pine grows crested from the ground."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>51.</td><td align='left'>"Where once the Indian dames inchanted slept."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>56.</td><td align='left'>"Cassada shrubs abound, whose poison root,<br /> -Supplies the want of snow-white Northern flour;<br /> -This grated fine, and steep'd in water fair,<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">51.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"Where once the Indian dames inchanted slept."</td></tr> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">56.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"Cassada shrubs abound, whose poison root,<br> +Supplies the want of snow-white Northern flour;<br> +This grated fine, and steep'd in water fair,<br> Forsakes each particle of noxious power."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>70.</td><td align='left'>"On yonder peaked hill fresh harvests rise,<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">70.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"On yonder peaked hill fresh harvests rise,<br> Where wretched he—the Ethiopian swain."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>79.</td><td align='left'>"He pants a land of freedom and repose,<br /> -Where cruel slavery never sought to reign,<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">79.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"He pants a land of freedom and repose,<br> +Where cruel slavery never sought to reign,<br> O quit thee them, my muse, and tell me why."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>88.</td><td align='left'>"But now the winds are past, the storm subsides,<br /> -All nature smiles again serenely gay,<br /> -The beauteous groves renew'd—how shall I leave<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">88.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"But now the winds are past, the storm subsides,<br> +All nature smiles again serenely gay,<br> +The beauteous groves renew'd—how shall I leave<br> My green retreat at Butler's verdant bay."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>96.</td><td align='left'>"Fain would I view my native climes again,<br /> -But murder marks the cruel Briton there—<br /> -Contented here I rest, in spite of pain,<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">96.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"Fain would I view my native climes again,<br> +But murder marks the cruel Briton there—<br> +Contented here I rest, in spite of pain,<br> And quaff the enlivening juice in spite of care."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>100.</td><td align='left'>"The misty night sits heavy on the sea,<br /> -Yon lagging sail drags slowly o'er the main,<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">100.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"The misty night sits heavy on the sea,<br> +Yon lagging sail drags slowly o'er the main,<br> Night and its kindred glooms are nought to me."</td></tr> -<tr><td align='right' valign='top'>104.</td><td align='left'>"Then shepherd haste, and leave behind thee far<br /> -The bloody plains and iron glooms above,<br /> -Quit thy cold northern star, and here enjoy,<br /> +<tr><td style="text-align: right;">104.</td><td style="text-align: left;">"Then shepherd haste, and leave behind thee far<br> +The bloody plains and iron glooms above,<br> +Quit thy cold northern star, and here enjoy,<br> Beneath the smiling skies this land of love."</td></tr> </table></div> @@ -15023,10 +15057,10 @@ three stanzas to the later versions. After stanza 16 above, be added the following:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"The native here, in golden plenty blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bids from the soil the verdant harvests spring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feasts in the abundant dome, the joyous guest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time short,—life easy,—pleasure on the wing."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The native here, in golden plenty blest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bids from the soil the verdant harvests spring;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Feasts in the abundant dome, the joyous guest;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Time short,—life easy,—pleasure on the wing."<br></span> </div></div> <p class="noidt">Following this he added stanza 43 of "The Jamaica Funeral." Stanza 49 of @@ -15038,481 +15072,481 @@ The text of the 1795 version was almost unrevised for the 1809 edition.</p> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="ON_A_HESSIAN_DEBARKATION159" id="ON_A_HESSIAN_DEBARKATION159"></a>ON A HESSIAN DEBARKATION<a name="FNanchor_159_199" id="FNanchor_159_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_159_199" class="fnanchor">[160]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="ON_A_HESSIAN_DEBARKATION159"></a>ON A HESSIAN DEBARKATION<a id="FNanchor_159_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_159_199" class="fnanchor">[160]</a></h3> <h4>1776</h4> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><i> -<span class="i8">There is a book, tho' not a book of rhymes,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Where truth severe records a nation's crimes;—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">To check such monarchs as with brutal might<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Wanton in blood, and trample on the right.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">There is a book, tho' not a book of rhymes,<br></span> +<span class="i8">Where truth severe records a nation's crimes;—<br></span> +<span class="i8">To check such monarchs as with brutal might<br></span> +<span class="i8">Wanton in blood, and trample on the right.<br></span> </i></div></div> </div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rejoice, O Death!—Britannia's tyrant sends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From German plains his myriads to our shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Caledonian with the English joined:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bring them, ye winds, but waft them back no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejoice, O Death!—Britannia's tyrant sends<br></span> +<span class="i0">From German plains his myriads to our shore;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The Caledonian with the English joined:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Bring them, ye winds, but waft them back no more.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To these far climes with stately step they come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolved all prayers, all prowess to defy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smit with the love of countries not their own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They come, indeed, to conquer—not to die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To these far climes with stately step they come,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resolved all prayers, all prowess to defy;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Smit with the love of countries not their own,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They come, indeed, to conquer—not to die.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the slow breeze (I hear their funeral song,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dance of ghosts the infernal tribes prepare:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hell's dark mansions haste, ye abandoned throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drinking from German sculls old Odin's beer.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the slow breeze (I hear their funeral song,)<br></span> +<span class="i0">The dance of ghosts the infernal tribes prepare:<br></span> +<span class="i0">To hell's dark mansions haste, ye abandoned throng,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Drinking from German sculls old Odin's beer.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From dire Cesarea<a name="FNanchor_AO_200" id="FNanchor_AO_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_AO_200" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> forced, these slaves of kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quick, let them take their way on eagle's wings:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thy strong posts, Manhattan's isle, repair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet the vengeance that awaits them there!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From dire Cesarea<a id="FNanchor_AO_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_AO_200" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> forced, these slaves of kings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Quick, let them take their way on eagle's wings:<br></span> +<span class="i0">To thy strong posts, Manhattan's isle, repair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To meet the vengeance that awaits them there!<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AO_200" id="Footnote_AO_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AO_200"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> The old Roman name of Jersey.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AO_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AO_200"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> The old Roman name of Jersey.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_159_199" id="Footnote_159_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159_199"><span class="label">[160]</span></a> This poem first appears in the 1795 edition, though the opening stanzas +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_159_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159_199"><span class="label">[160]</span></a> This poem first appears in the 1795 edition, though the opening stanzas had formed a part of "The House of Night" in the 1786 edition. It must have been composed after this edition was published. I have inserted it here on account of its historical significance. Text is from the edition of 1809.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_JEWISH_LAMENTATION_AT" id="THE_JEWISH_LAMENTATION_AT"></a>THE JEWISH LAMENTATION AT<br /> -EUPHRATES<a name="FNanchor_160_201" id="FNanchor_160_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_160_201" class="fnanchor">[161]</a></h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By Babel's streams we sate and wept,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">When Sion bade our sorrows flow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our harps on lofty willows slept<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That near those distant waters grow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The willows high, the waters clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beheld our toils and sorrows there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cruel foe, that captive led<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Our nation from their native soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tyrant foe, by whom we bled,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Required a song, as well as toil:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Come, with a song your sorrows cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"A song, that Sion loved to hear."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How shall we, cruel tyrant, raise<br /></span> -<span class="i1">A song on such a distant shore?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I forget my Sion's praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">May my right hand assume no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To strike the silver sounding string,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thence the slumbering music bring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If I forget that happy home,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">My perjured tongue, forbear to move!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My eyes, be closed in endless gloom—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">My joy, my rapture, and my love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No rival grief my mind can share,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thou shalt reign unrivalled there.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remember, Lord, that hated foe<br /></span> -<span class="i1">(When conquered Sion drooped her head)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who laughing at our deepest woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Thus to our tears and sorrows said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"From its proud height degrade her wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Destroy her towers—and ruin all."<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou, Babel's offspring, hated race,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">May some avenging monster seize,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dash your venom in your face<br /></span> -<span class="i1">For crimes and cruelties like these:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, deaf to pity's melting moan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With infant blood stain every stone.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_160_201" id="Footnote_160_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160_201"><span class="label">[161]</span></a> First published in the <i>United States Magazine</i> for September, 1779, +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_JEWISH_LAMENTATION_AT"></a>THE JEWISH LAMENTATION AT<br> +EUPHRATES<a id="FNanchor_160_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_160_201" class="fnanchor">[161]</a></h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By Babel's streams we sate and wept,<br></span> +<span class="i1">When Sion bade our sorrows flow;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our harps on lofty willows slept<br></span> +<span class="i1">That near those distant waters grow:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The willows high, the waters clear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld our toils and sorrows there.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The cruel foe, that captive led<br></span> +<span class="i1">Our nation from their native soil,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The tyrant foe, by whom we bled,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Required a song, as well as toil:<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Come, with a song your sorrows cheer,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"A song, that Sion loved to hear."<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How shall we, cruel tyrant, raise<br></span> +<span class="i1">A song on such a distant shore?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If I forget my Sion's praise,<br></span> +<span class="i1">May my right hand assume no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">To strike the silver sounding string,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And thence the slumbering music bring.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If I forget that happy home,<br></span> +<span class="i1">My perjured tongue, forbear to move!<br></span> +<span class="i0">My eyes, be closed in endless gloom—<br></span> +<span class="i1">My joy, my rapture, and my love!<br></span> +<span class="i0">No rival grief my mind can share,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For thou shalt reign unrivalled there.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Remember, Lord, that hated foe<br></span> +<span class="i1">(When conquered Sion drooped her head)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who laughing at our deepest woe,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Thus to our tears and sorrows said,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"From its proud height degrade her wall,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Destroy her towers—and ruin all."<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou, Babel's offspring, hated race,<br></span> +<span class="i1">May some avenging monster seize,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dash your venom in your face<br></span> +<span class="i1">For crimes and cruelties like these:<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, deaf to pity's melting moan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With infant blood stain every stone.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_160_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160_201"><span class="label">[161]</span></a> First published in the <i>United States Magazine</i> for September, 1779, under the title, "Psalm CXXXVII Imitated. By Philip Freneau, a young gentleman to whom in the course of this work we are greatly indebted." Signed, "Monmouth, Sept. 10, 1779." In the 1786 edition it bore the title, "Psalm CXXXVII Versified."</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="AMERICA_INDEPENDENT" id="AMERICA_INDEPENDENT"></a>AMERICA INDEPENDENT</h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="AMERICA_INDEPENDENT"></a>AMERICA INDEPENDENT</h3> -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">and Her Everlasting Deliverance from British Tyranny<br /> -and Oppression</span><a name="FNanchor_161_202" id="FNanchor_161_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_161_202" class="fnanchor">[162]</a></p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">and Her Everlasting Deliverance from British Tyranny<br> +and Oppression</span><a id="FNanchor_161_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_161_202" class="fnanchor">[162]</a></p> <p class="cblockquot">First published in Philadelphia, by Mr. Robert Bell, in 1778</p> <div class="sblockquot"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><i> -<span class="i5">To him who would relate the story right,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">A mind supreme should dictate, or indite.—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Yes!—justly to record the tale of fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">A muse from heaven should touch the soul with flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Some powerful spirit, in superior lays,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Should tell the conflicts of these stormy days!<br /></span> +<span class="i5">To him who would relate the story right,<br></span> +<span class="i5">A mind supreme should dictate, or indite.—<br></span> +<span class="i6">Yes!—justly to record the tale of fame,<br></span> +<span class="i5">A muse from heaven should touch the soul with flame,<br></span> +<span class="i5">Some powerful spirit, in superior lays,<br></span> +<span class="i5">Should tell the conflicts of these stormy days!<br></span> </i></div></div> </div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i1">'Tis done! and Britain for her madness sighs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take warning, tyrants, and henceforth be wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If o'er mankind man gives you regal sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take not the rights of human kind away.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span><span class="i1">When God from chaos gave this world to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man then he formed, and formed him to be free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his own image stampt the favourite race—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How darest thou, tyrant, the fair stamp deface!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When on mankind you fix your abject chains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more the image of that God remains;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er a dark scene a darker shade is drawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His work dishonoured, and our glory gone!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">When first Britannia sent her hostile crew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To these far shores, to ravage and subdue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We thought them gods, and almost seemed to say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No ball could pierce them, and no dagger slay—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavens! what a blunder—half our fears were vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These hostile gods at length have quit the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On neighbouring isles the storm of war they shun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy, thrice happy, if not quite undone.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Yet soon, in dread of some impending woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even from these islands shall these ruffians go—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This be their doom, in vengeance for the slain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pass their days in poverty and pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such base triumphs, be it still their lot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To triumph only o'er the rebel Scot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to their insect isle henceforth confined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer lord it o'er the human kind.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But, by the fates, who still prolong their stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gather vengeance to conclude their day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, ere they go, the angry Muse shall tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The treasured woes that in her bosom swell:—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Proud, fierce, and bold, O Jove! who would not laugh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see these bullies worshipping a calf:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they are slaves who spurn at Reason's rules;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And men, once slaves, are soon transformed to fools.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">To recommend what monarchies have done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bring, for witness, David and his son;<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span><span class="i0">How one was brave, the other just and wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hence our plain Republics they despise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mark how oft, to gratify their pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people suffered, and the people died;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though one was wise, and one Goliah slew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Kings are the choicest curse that man e'er knew!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i1">Hail, worthy Briton!—how enlarged your fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How great your glory, terrible your name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Queen of the isles, and empress of the main,"—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven grant you all these mighty things again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But first insure the gaping crowd below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you less cruel, and more just may grow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If fate, vindictive for the sins of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had favour shown to your infernal plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How would your nation have exulted here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scorned the widow's sigh, the orphan's tear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How had your prince, of all bad men the worst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laid worth and virtue prostrate in the dust!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A second Sawney<a name="FNanchor_AP_203" id="FNanchor_AP_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_AP_203" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> had he shone to-day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A world subdued, and murder but his play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How had that prince, contemning right or law,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glutted with blood his foul, voracious maw:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In him we see the depths of baseness joined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate'er disgraced the dregs of human kind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cain, Nimrod, Nero—fiends in human guise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Herod, Domitian—these in judgment rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, envious of his deeds, I hear them say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None but a George could be more vile than they.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Swoln though he was with wealth, revenge, and pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could he dream that heaven was on his side—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did he not see, when so decreed by fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They placed the crown upon his royal pate,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span><span class="i0">Did he not see the richest jewel fall—<a name="FNanchor_AQ_204" id="FNanchor_AQ_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_AQ_204" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dire was the omen, and astonished all.—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That gem no more shall brighten and adorn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more that gem by British kings be worn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or swell to wonted heights of fair renown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fading glories of their boasted crown.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Yet he to arms, and war, and blood inclined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(A fair-day warrior with a feeble mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fearless, while others meet the shock of fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dare that death, which clips his thread too late.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He to the fane (O hypocrite!) did go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While not an angel there but was his foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There did he kneel, and sigh, and sob, and pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet not to lave his thousand sins away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far other motives swayed his spotted soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas not for those the secret sorrow stole<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down his pale cheek—'twas vengeance and despair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissolved his eye, and planted sorrow there;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could he hope to bribe the impartial sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By his base prayers, and mean hypocrisy?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven still is just, and still abhors all crimes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not acts like George, the Nero of our times.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What were his prayers—his prayers could be no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than a thief's wishes to recruit his store:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such prayers could never reach the worlds above;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were but curses in the ear of Jove;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You prayed that conquest might your arms attend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crush that freedom virtue did defend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the fierce Indian, rousing from his rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might these new regions with his flames invest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With scalps and tortures aggravate our woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the infernal world dismiss your foe.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span><span class="i1">No mines of gold our fertile country yields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mighty harvests crown the loaded fields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, trading far, we gained the golden prize,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, though our own, bewitched their greedy eyes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that they ravaged India's climes before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carried death to Asia's utmost shore—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clive was your envied slave, in avarice bold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He mowed down nations for his dearer gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fatal gold could give no true content,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He mourned his murders, and to Tophet went.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Led on by lust of lucre and renown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Burgoyne came marching with his thousands down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High were his thoughts, and furious his career,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Puffed with self-confidence, and pride severe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swoln with the idea of his future deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Onward to ruin each advantage leads:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before his hosts his heaviest curses flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And conquered worlds rose hourly to his view:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wrath, like Jove's, could bear with no controul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His words bespoke the mischief in his soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fight was not this general's only trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shined in writing, and his wit displayed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To awe the more with titles of command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He told of forts he ruled in Scottish land;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queen's colonel as he was, he did not know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thorns and thistles, mixed with honours, grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Britain's senate, though he held a place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All did not save him from one long disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One stroke of fortune that convinced them all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That men could conquer, and lieutenants fall.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Foe to the rights of man, proud plunderer, say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had conquest crowned you on that mighty day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you, to Gates, with sorrow, rage, and shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resigned your conquests, honours, arms, and fame,<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span><span class="i0">When at his feet Britannia's wreathes you threw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sun sickened at a sight so new;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had you been victor—what a waste of woe!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What souls had vanished to where souls do go!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What dire distress had marked your fatal way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What deaths on deaths disgraced that dismal day!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Can laurels flourish in a soil of blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or on those laurels can fair honours bud—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cursed be that wretch who murder makes his trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cursed be all wars that e'er ambition made!<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What murdering Tory now relieves your grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or plans new conquests for his favourite chief;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Designs still dark employ that ruffian race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beasts of your choosing, and our own disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So vile a crew the world ne'er saw before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grant, ye pitying heavens, it may no more:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ghosts from hell infest our poisoned air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those ghosts have entered their base bodies here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Murder and blood is still their dear delight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scream round their roofs, ye ravens of the night!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whene'er they wed, may demons and despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grief and woe, and blackest night be there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fiends leagued from hell the nuptial lamp display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift to perdition light them on their way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the wide world their devilish squadrons chace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find no realm, that grants one resting place.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Far to the north, on Scotland's utmost end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An isle there lies, the haunt of every fiend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No shepherds there attend their bleating flocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But withered witches rove among the rocks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrouded in ice, the blasted mountains show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their cloven heads, to daunt the seas below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lamp of heaven in his diurnal race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There scarcely deigns to unveil his radiant face,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if one day he circling treads the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He views this island with an angry eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or ambient fogs their broad, moist wings expand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Damp his bright ray, and cloud the infernal land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blackening winds incessant storms prolong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dull as their night, and dreary as my song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When stormy winds and gales refuse to blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then from the dark sky drives the unpitying snow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When drifting snows from iron clouds forbear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then down the hail-stones rattle through the air—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There screeching owls, and screaming vultures rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not a tree adorns its barren breast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No peace, no rest, the elements bestow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But seas forever rage, and storms forever blow.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">There, Loyals, there, with loyal hearts retire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There pitch your tents, and kindle there your fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There desert Nature will her stings display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fiercest hunger on your vitals prey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with yourselves let John Burgoyne retire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To reign the monarch, whom your hearts admire.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Britain, at last to arrest your lawless hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rises the genius of a generous land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our injured rights bright Gallia's prince defends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from this hour that prince and we are friends;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feuds, long upheld, are vanished from our view.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once we were foes—but for the sake of you—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Britain, aspiring Briton, now must bend—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can she at once with France and us contend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we alone, remote from foreign aid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her armies captured, and distressed her trade?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Britain and we no more in combat join,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more, as once, in every sea combine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dead is that friendship which did mutual burn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fled is the sceptre, never to return;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">By sea and land, perpetual foes we meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our cause more honest, and our hearts as great;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lost are these regions to Britannia's reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor need these strangers of their loss complain,<a name="FNanchor_162_205" id="FNanchor_162_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_162_205" class="fnanchor">[163]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since all, that here with greedy eyes they view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From our own toil to wealth and empire grew.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Our hearts are ravished from our former queen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far as the ocean God hath placed between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They strive in vain to join this mighty mass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torn by convulsions from its native place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well might men to flaming Hecla join<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The huge high Alps, or towering Appenine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain they send their half-commissioned tribe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whom they cannot conquer, strive to bribe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their pride and madness burst our union chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor shall the unwieldy mass unite again.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Nor think that France sustains our cause alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gratitude her helping hand we own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But hear, ye nations—Truth herself can say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We bore the heat and danger of the day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She calmly viewed the tumult from afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We braved each insult, and sustained the war:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft drove the foe, or forced their hosts to yield,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or left them more than once a dear bought field—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas then, at last, on Jersey plains distrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We swore to seek the mountains of the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There a free empire for our seed obtain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A terror to the slaves that might remain.<a name="FNanchor_163_206" id="FNanchor_163_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_163_206" class="fnanchor">[164]</a><br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><span class="i1">Peace you demand, and vainly wish to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old leagues renewed, and strength once more combined—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet shall not all your base dissembling art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceive the tortures of a bleeding heart—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet shall not all your mingled prayers that rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wash out your crimes, or bribe the avenging skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full many a corpse lies mouldering on the plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ne'er shall see its little brood again:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, yonder lies, all breathless, cold, and pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drenched in her gore, Lavinia of the vale;<a name="FNanchor_AR_207" id="FNanchor_AR_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_AR_207" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cruel Indian seized her life away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the next morn began her bridal day!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This deed alone our just revenge would claim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not ten thousand more your sons defame.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Returned, a captive, to my native shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How changed I find those scenes that pleased before!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How changed those groves where fancy loved to stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When spring's young blossoms bloom'd along the way;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">From every eye distils the frequent tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From every mouth some doleful tale I hear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some mourn a father, brother, husband, friend:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some mourn, imprisoned in their native land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sickly ships what numerous hosts confin'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At once their lives and liberties resigned:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dreary dungeons woeful scenes have passed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long in the historian's page the tale will last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As long as spring renews the flowery wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As long as breezes curl the yielding flood!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some sent to India's sickly climes afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dig, with slaves, for buried diamonds there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There left to sicken in a land of woe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where o'er scorched hills infernal breezes blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose every blast some dire contagion brings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fevers or death on its destructive wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till fate relenting, its last arrows drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought death to them, and infamy to you.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Pests of mankind! remembrance shall recall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And paint these horrors to the view of all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven has not turned to its own works a foe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor left to monsters these fair realms below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Else had your arms more wasteful vengeance spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these gay plains been dyed a deeper red.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">O'er Britain's isle a thousand woes impend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too weak to conquer, govern, or defend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To liberty she holds pretended claim—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The substance we enjoy, and they the name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her prince, surrounded by a host of slaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still claims dominion o'er the vagrant waves:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such be his claims o'er all the world beside,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An empty nothing—madness, rage and pride.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">From Europe's realms fair freedom has retired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even in Britain has the spark expired—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sigh for the change your haughty empire feels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sigh for the doom that no disguise conceals!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom no more shall Albion's cliffs survey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Corruption there has centered all her sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freedom disdains her honest head to rear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or herd with nobles, kings, or princes there;<a name="FNanchor_164_208" id="FNanchor_164_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_164_208" class="fnanchor">[165]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She shuns their gilded spires and domes of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resolved, O Virtue, at thy shrine to wait;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst savage woods and wilds she dares to stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bids uncultured nature bloom more gay.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">She is that glorious and immortal sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without whose ray this world would be undone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mere dull chaos, sunk in deepest night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An abject something, void of form and light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of reptiles, worst in rank, the dire abode,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perpetual mischief, and the dragon's brood.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Let Turks and Russians glut their fields with blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again let Britain dye the Atlantic flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let all the east adore the sanguine wreathe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gain new glories from the trade of death—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">America! the works of peace be thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus shalt thou gain a triumph more divine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thee belongs a second golden reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine is the empire o'er a peaceful main;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Protect the rights of human kind below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crush the proud tyrant who becomes their foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And future times shall own your struggles blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And future years enjoy perpetual rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Americans! revenge your country's wrongs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you the honour of this deed belongs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your arms did once this sinking land sustain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saved those climes where Freedom yet must reign—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your bleeding soil this ardent task demands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expel yon' thieves from these polluted lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expect no peace till haughty Britain yields,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Till humbled Britons quit your ravaged fields—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still to the charge that routed foe returns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The war still rages, and the battle burns—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No dull debates, or tedious counsels know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But rush at once, embodied, on your foe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With hell-born spite a seven years' war they wage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pirate Goodrich, and the ruffian Gage.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your injured country groans while yet they stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attend her groans, and force their hosts away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your mighty wrongs the tragic muse shall trace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your gallant deeds shall fire a future race;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you may kings and potentates appeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may the doom of jarring nations seal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glorious empire rises, bright and new!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Firm be the structure, and must rest on you!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fame o'er the mighty pile expands her wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remote from princes, bishops, lords, and kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those fancied gods, who, famed through every shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mankind have fashioned, and like fools, adore.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here yet shall heaven the joys of peace bestow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While through our soil the streams of plenty flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And o'er the main we spread the trading sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wafting the produce of the rural vale.<br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AP_203" id="Footnote_AP_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AP_203"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Alexander the Great.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> - -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AQ_204" id="Footnote_AQ_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AQ_204"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> A real event of that day: See <span class="smcap">Remembrancer</span> of 1777.—<i>Freneau's +<span class="i1">'Tis done! and Britain for her madness sighs—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Take warning, tyrants, and henceforth be wise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">If o'er mankind man gives you regal sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Take not the rights of human kind away.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span><span class="i1">When God from chaos gave this world to be,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Man then he formed, and formed him to be free,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In his own image stampt the favourite race—<br></span> +<span class="i0">How darest thou, tyrant, the fair stamp deface!<br></span> +<span class="i0">When on mankind you fix your abject chains,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more the image of that God remains;<br></span> +<span class="i0">O'er a dark scene a darker shade is drawn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His work dishonoured, and our glory gone!<br></span> +<span class="i1">When first Britannia sent her hostile crew<br></span> +<span class="i0">To these far shores, to ravage and subdue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We thought them gods, and almost seemed to say<br></span> +<span class="i0">No ball could pierce them, and no dagger slay—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heavens! what a blunder—half our fears were vain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">These hostile gods at length have quit the plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">On neighbouring isles the storm of war they shun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Happy, thrice happy, if not quite undone.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Yet soon, in dread of some impending woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Even from these islands shall these ruffians go—<br></span> +<span class="i0">This be their doom, in vengeance for the slain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To pass their days in poverty and pain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">For such base triumphs, be it still their lot<br></span> +<span class="i0">To triumph only o'er the rebel Scot,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And to their insect isle henceforth confined<br></span> +<span class="i0">No longer lord it o'er the human kind.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">But, by the fates, who still prolong their stay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gather vengeance to conclude their day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, ere they go, the angry Muse shall tell<br></span> +<span class="i0">The treasured woes that in her bosom swell:—<br></span> +<span class="i1">Proud, fierce, and bold, O Jove! who would not laugh<br></span> +<span class="i0">To see these bullies worshipping a calf:<br></span> +<span class="i0">But they are slaves who spurn at Reason's rules;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And men, once slaves, are soon transformed to fools.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">To recommend what monarchies have done,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They bring, for witness, David and his son;<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span><span class="i0">How one was brave, the other just and wise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And hence our plain Republics they despise;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But mark how oft, to gratify their pride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The people suffered, and the people died;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though one was wise, and one Goliah slew,<br></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Kings are the choicest curse that man e'er knew!</i><br></span> +<span class="i1">Hail, worthy Briton!—how enlarged your fame;<br></span> +<span class="i0">How great your glory, terrible your name;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Queen of the isles, and empress of the main,"—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven grant you all these mighty things again;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But first insure the gaping crowd below<br></span> +<span class="i0">That you less cruel, and more just may grow:<br></span> +<span class="i0">If fate, vindictive for the sins of man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had favour shown to your infernal plan,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How would your nation have exulted here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And scorned the widow's sigh, the orphan's tear!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How had your prince, of all bad men the worst,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Laid worth and virtue prostrate in the dust!<br></span> +<span class="i0">A second Sawney<a id="FNanchor_AP_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_AP_203" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> had he shone to-day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A world subdued, and murder but his play;<br></span> +<span class="i0">How had that prince, contemning right or law,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Glutted with blood his foul, voracious maw:<br></span> +<span class="i0">In him we see the depths of baseness joined,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whate'er disgraced the dregs of human kind;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cain, Nimrod, Nero—fiends in human guise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Herod, Domitian—these in judgment rise,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And, envious of his deeds, I hear them say<br></span> +<span class="i0">None but a George could be more vile than they.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Swoln though he was with wealth, revenge, and pride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could he dream that heaven was on his side—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Did he not see, when so decreed by fate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They placed the crown upon his royal pate,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span><span class="i0">Did he not see the richest jewel fall—<a id="FNanchor_AQ_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_AQ_204" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Dire was the omen, and astonished all.—<br></span> +<span class="i1">That gem no more shall brighten and adorn;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more that gem by British kings be worn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or swell to wonted heights of fair renown<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fading glories of their boasted crown.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Yet he to arms, and war, and blood inclined,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(A fair-day warrior with a feeble mind,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fearless, while others meet the shock of fate,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And dare that death, which clips his thread too late.)<br></span> +<span class="i0">He to the fane (O hypocrite!) did go,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While not an angel there but was his foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There did he kneel, and sigh, and sob, and pray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet not to lave his thousand sins away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far other motives swayed his spotted soul;<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas not for those the secret sorrow stole<br></span> +<span class="i0">Down his pale cheek—'twas vengeance and despair<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dissolved his eye, and planted sorrow there;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">How could he hope to bribe the impartial sky<br></span> +<span class="i0">By his base prayers, and mean hypocrisy?—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven still is just, and still abhors all crimes,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not acts like George, the Nero of our times.<br></span> +<span class="i0">What were his prayers—his prayers could be no more<br></span> +<span class="i0">Than a thief's wishes to recruit his store:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such prayers could never reach the worlds above;<br></span> +<span class="i0">They were but curses in the ear of Jove;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">You prayed that conquest might your arms attend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And crush that freedom virtue did defend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">That the fierce Indian, rousing from his rest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Might these new regions with his flames invest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With scalps and tortures aggravate our woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And to the infernal world dismiss your foe.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span><span class="i1">No mines of gold our fertile country yields,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But mighty harvests crown the loaded fields,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hence, trading far, we gained the golden prize,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Which, though our own, bewitched their greedy eyes—<br></span> +<span class="i0">For that they ravaged India's climes before,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And carried death to Asia's utmost shore—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Clive was your envied slave, in avarice bold—<br></span> +<span class="i0">He mowed down nations for his dearer gold;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fatal gold could give no true content,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He mourned his murders, and to Tophet went.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Led on by lust of lucre and renown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Burgoyne came marching with his thousands down,<br></span> +<span class="i0">High were his thoughts, and furious his career,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Puffed with self-confidence, and pride severe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swoln with the idea of his future deeds,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Onward to ruin each advantage leads:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Before his hosts his heaviest curses flew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And conquered worlds rose hourly to his view:<br></span> +<span class="i0">His wrath, like Jove's, could bear with no controul,<br></span> +<span class="i0">His words bespoke the mischief in his soul;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To fight was not this general's only trade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">He shined in writing, and his wit displayed—<br></span> +<span class="i0">To awe the more with titles of command<br></span> +<span class="i0">He told of forts he ruled in Scottish land;—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Queen's colonel as he was, he did not know<br></span> +<span class="i0">That thorns and thistles, mixed with honours, grow;<br></span> +<span class="i0">In Britain's senate, though he held a place,<br></span> +<span class="i0">All did not save him from one long disgrace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">One stroke of fortune that convinced them all<br></span> +<span class="i0">That men could conquer, and lieutenants fall.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Foe to the rights of man, proud plunderer, say<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had conquest crowned you on that mighty day<br></span> +<span class="i0">When you, to Gates, with sorrow, rage, and shame<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resigned your conquests, honours, arms, and fame,<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span><span class="i0">When at his feet Britannia's wreathes you threw,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And the sun sickened at a sight so new;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Had you been victor—what a waste of woe!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What souls had vanished to where souls do go!<br></span> +<span class="i0">What dire distress had marked your fatal way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What deaths on deaths disgraced that dismal day!<br></span> +<span class="i1">Can laurels flourish in a soil of blood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or on those laurels can fair honours bud—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cursed be that wretch who murder makes his trade,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cursed be all wars that e'er ambition made!<br></span> +<span class="i1">What murdering Tory now relieves your grief,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or plans new conquests for his favourite chief;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Designs still dark employ that ruffian race,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beasts of your choosing, and our own disgrace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">So vile a crew the world ne'er saw before,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And grant, ye pitying heavens, it may no more:<br></span> +<span class="i0">If ghosts from hell infest our poisoned air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those ghosts have entered their base bodies here;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Murder and blood is still their dear delight—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Scream round their roofs, ye ravens of the night!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whene'er they wed, may demons and despair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And grief and woe, and blackest night be there;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fiends leagued from hell the nuptial lamp display,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swift to perdition light them on their way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Round the wide world their devilish squadrons chace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To find no realm, that grants one resting place.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Far to the north, on Scotland's utmost end<br></span> +<span class="i0">An isle there lies, the haunt of every fiend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No shepherds there attend their bleating flocks,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But withered witches rove among the rocks;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shrouded in ice, the blasted mountains show<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their cloven heads, to daunt the seas below;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The lamp of heaven in his diurnal race<br></span> +<span class="i0">There scarcely deigns to unveil his radiant face,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Or if one day he circling treads the sky<br></span> +<span class="i0">He views this island with an angry eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or ambient fogs their broad, moist wings expand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Damp his bright ray, and cloud the infernal land;<br></span> +<span class="i0">The blackening winds incessant storms prolong,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dull as their night, and dreary as my song;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When stormy winds and gales refuse to blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then from the dark sky drives the unpitying snow;<br></span> +<span class="i0">When drifting snows from iron clouds forbear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then down the hail-stones rattle through the air—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There screeching owls, and screaming vultures rest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And not a tree adorns its barren breast;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No peace, no rest, the elements bestow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But seas forever rage, and storms forever blow.<br></span> +<span class="i1">There, Loyals, there, with loyal hearts retire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There pitch your tents, and kindle there your fire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">There desert Nature will her stings display,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fiercest hunger on your vitals prey,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And with yourselves let John Burgoyne retire<br></span> +<span class="i0">To reign the monarch, whom your hearts admire.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Britain, at last to arrest your lawless hand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Rises the genius of a generous land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our injured rights bright Gallia's prince defends,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And from this hour that prince and we are friends;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Feuds, long upheld, are vanished from our view.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Once we were foes—but for the sake of you—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Britain, aspiring Briton, now must bend—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Can she at once with France and us contend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When we alone, remote from foreign aid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her armies captured, and distressed her trade?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Britain and we no more in combat join,<br></span> +<span class="i0">No more, as once, in every sea combine;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dead is that friendship which did mutual burn,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fled is the sceptre, never to return;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">By sea and land, perpetual foes we meet,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Our cause more honest, and our hearts as great;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Lost are these regions to Britannia's reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor need these strangers of their loss complain,<a id="FNanchor_162_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_162_205" class="fnanchor">[163]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">Since all, that here with greedy eyes they view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From our own toil to wealth and empire grew.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Our hearts are ravished from our former queen<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far as the ocean God hath placed between,<br></span> +<span class="i0">They strive in vain to join this mighty mass<br></span> +<span class="i0">Torn by convulsions from its native place.<br></span> +<span class="i0">As well might men to flaming Hecla join<br></span> +<span class="i0">The huge high Alps, or towering Appenine:<br></span> +<span class="i0">In vain they send their half-commissioned tribe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And whom they cannot conquer, strive to bribe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Their pride and madness burst our union chain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor shall the unwieldy mass unite again.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Nor think that France sustains our cause alone;<br></span> +<span class="i0">With gratitude her helping hand we own,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But hear, ye nations—Truth herself can say<br></span> +<span class="i0">We bore the heat and danger of the day:<br></span> +<span class="i0">She calmly viewed the tumult from afar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We braved each insult, and sustained the war:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Oft drove the foe, or forced their hosts to yield,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or left them more than once a dear bought field—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas then, at last, on Jersey plains distrest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">We swore to seek the mountains of the west,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There a free empire for our seed obtain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A terror to the slaves that might remain.<a id="FNanchor_163_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_163_206" class="fnanchor">[164]</a><br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><span class="i1">Peace you demand, and vainly wish to find<br></span> +<span class="i0">Old leagues renewed, and strength once more combined—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet shall not all your base dissembling art<br></span> +<span class="i0">Deceive the tortures of a bleeding heart—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Yet shall not all your mingled prayers that rise<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wash out your crimes, or bribe the avenging skies;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Full many a corpse lies mouldering on the plain<br></span> +<span class="i0">That ne'er shall see its little brood again:<br></span> +<span class="i0">See, yonder lies, all breathless, cold, and pale,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Drenched in her gore, Lavinia of the vale;<a id="FNanchor_AR_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_AR_207" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">The cruel Indian seized her life away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As the next morn began her bridal day!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">This deed alone our just revenge would claim,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Did not ten thousand more your sons defame.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Returned, a captive, to my native shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">How changed I find those scenes that pleased before!<br></span> +<span class="i0">How changed those groves where fancy loved to stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When spring's young blossoms bloom'd along the way;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">From every eye distils the frequent tear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">From every mouth some doleful tale I hear!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some mourn a father, brother, husband, friend:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some mourn, imprisoned in their native land,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In sickly ships what numerous hosts confin'd<br></span> +<span class="i0">At once their lives and liberties resigned:<br></span> +<span class="i0">In dreary dungeons woeful scenes have passed,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Long in the historian's page the tale will last,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As long as spring renews the flowery wood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As long as breezes curl the yielding flood!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some sent to India's sickly climes afar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To dig, with slaves, for buried diamonds there,<br></span> +<span class="i0">There left to sicken in a land of woe<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where o'er scorched hills infernal breezes blow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Whose every blast some dire contagion brings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fevers or death on its destructive wings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till fate relenting, its last arrows drew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Brought death to them, and infamy to you.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Pests of mankind! remembrance shall recall<br></span> +<span class="i0">And paint these horrors to the view of all;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven has not turned to its own works a foe<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor left to monsters these fair realms below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Else had your arms more wasteful vengeance spread,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And these gay plains been dyed a deeper red.<br></span> +<span class="i1">O'er Britain's isle a thousand woes impend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too weak to conquer, govern, or defend,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To liberty she holds pretended claim—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The substance we enjoy, and they the name;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her prince, surrounded by a host of slaves,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still claims dominion o'er the vagrant waves:<br></span> +<span class="i0">Such be his claims o'er all the world beside,—<br></span> +<span class="i0">An empty nothing—madness, rage and pride.<br></span> +<span class="i1">From Europe's realms fair freedom has retired,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And even in Britain has the spark expired—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Sigh for the change your haughty empire feels,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sigh for the doom that no disguise conceals!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Freedom no more shall Albion's cliffs survey;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Corruption there has centered all her sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Freedom disdains her honest head to rear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Or herd with nobles, kings, or princes there;<a id="FNanchor_164_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_164_208" class="fnanchor">[165]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">She shuns their gilded spires and domes of state,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Resolved, O Virtue, at thy shrine to wait;<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst savage woods and wilds she dares to stray,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And bids uncultured nature bloom more gay.<br></span> +<span class="i1">She is that glorious and immortal sun,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Without whose ray this world would be undone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A mere dull chaos, sunk in deepest night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">An abject something, void of form and light,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Of reptiles, worst in rank, the dire abode,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Perpetual mischief, and the dragon's brood.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Let Turks and Russians glut their fields with blood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Again let Britain dye the Atlantic flood,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let all the east adore the sanguine wreathe<br></span> +<span class="i0">And gain new glories from the trade of death—<br></span> +<span class="i0">America! the works of peace be thine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus shalt thou gain a triumph more divine—<br></span> +<span class="i0">To thee belongs a second golden reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thine is the empire o'er a peaceful main;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Protect the rights of human kind below,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Crush the proud tyrant who becomes their foe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And future times shall own your struggles blest,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And future years enjoy perpetual rest.<br></span> +<span class="i1">Americans! revenge your country's wrongs;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To you the honour of this deed belongs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your arms did once this sinking land sustain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And saved those climes where Freedom yet must reign—<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span><br></span> +<span class="i0">Your bleeding soil this ardent task demands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Expel yon' thieves from these polluted lands,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Expect no peace till haughty Britain yields,<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Till humbled Britons quit your ravaged fields—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Still to the charge that routed foe returns,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The war still rages, and the battle burns—<br></span> +<span class="i0">No dull debates, or tedious counsels know,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But rush at once, embodied, on your foe;<br></span> +<span class="i0">With hell-born spite a seven years' war they wage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The pirate Goodrich, and the ruffian Gage.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your injured country groans while yet they stay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Attend her groans, and force their hosts away;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your mighty wrongs the tragic muse shall trace,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Your gallant deeds shall fire a future race;<br></span> +<span class="i0">To you may kings and potentates appeal,<br></span> +<span class="i0">You may the doom of jarring nations seal;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A glorious empire rises, bright and new!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Firm be the structure, and must rest on you!—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fame o'er the mighty pile expands her wings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Remote from princes, bishops, lords, and kings,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those fancied gods, who, famed through every shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Mankind have fashioned, and like fools, adore.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here yet shall heaven the joys of peace bestow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">While through our soil the streams of plenty flow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er the main we spread the trading sail,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Wafting the produce of the rural vale.<br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AP_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AP_203"><span class="ilabel">[A]</span></a> Alexander the Great.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> + +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AQ_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AQ_204"><span class="ilabel">[B]</span></a> A real event of that day: See <span class="smcap">Remembrancer</span> of 1777.—<i>Freneau's note.</i></p></div> -<div class="ifootnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AR_207" id="Footnote_AR_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AR_207"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> Miss M'Crea. See histories of the revolutionary war.—<i>Freneau's note.</i> +<div class="ifootnote"><p><a id="Footnote_AR_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AR_207"><span class="ilabel">[C]</span></a> Miss M'Crea. See histories of the revolutionary war.—<i>Freneau's note.</i> </p><p> "A most pathetic story was told of one Jenny M'Rea, murdered by Indians near Fort Edward. Her family were Loyalists; she herself was engaged to be @@ -15524,23 +15558,23 @@ Barlow, in the sixth book of the <i>Columbiad</i>, has given a poetic version of story.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_161_202" id="Footnote_161_202"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161_202"><span class="label">[162]</span></a> From the edition of 1809. The poem was written, according to the +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_161_202"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161_202"><span class="label">[162]</span></a> From the edition of 1809. The poem was written, according to the edition of 1786, in August, 1778. It was first published in conjunction with a work entitled "Travels of the Imagination," by Robert Bell of Philadelphia, and reissued twice by him during the same year. In this edition it bore the title, "American Independence an Everlasting Deliverance from British Tyranny. A Poem." Later were added the words. "By Philip F——u."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_162_205" id="Footnote_162_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162_205"><span class="label">[163]</span></a> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_162_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162_205"><span class="label">[163]</span></a> </p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Nor shall these upstarts of their loss complain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since all the debt we owe to Britain's throne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was mere idea, and the rest our own."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nor shall these upstarts of their loss complain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Since all the debt we owe to Britain's throne<br></span> +<span class="i0">Was mere idea, and the rest our own."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i><br></span> </div></div> </div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_163_206" id="Footnote_163_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163_206"><span class="label">[164]</span></a> "In this dark day of peril to the cause and to himself (at the close of +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_163_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163_206"><span class="label">[164]</span></a> "In this dark day of peril to the cause and to himself (at the close of 1776) Washington remained firm and undaunted. In casting about for some stronghold where he might make a desperate stand for the liberties of his country, his thoughts reverted to the mountain regions of his early campaigns. @@ -15555,187 +15589,187 @@ overpowered, we must cross the Alleghanies.' Such was the indomitable spirit, rising under difficulties and buoyant in the darkest moment, that kept our tempest-tossed cause from foundering."—<i>Irving's Washington</i>, II, 448.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_164_208" id="Footnote_164_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_164_208"><span class="label">[165]</span></a> "To herd with <i>North</i>, or <i>Bute</i>, or <i>Mansfield</i> there,"—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_164_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_164_208"><span class="label">[165]</span></a> "To herd with <i>North</i>, or <i>Bute</i>, or <i>Mansfield</i> there,"—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="ON_AMANDAS_SINGING_BIRD165" id="ON_AMANDAS_SINGING_BIRD165"></a>ON AMANDA'S SINGING BIRD<a name="FNanchor_165_209" id="FNanchor_165_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_165_209" class="fnanchor">[166]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="ON_AMANDAS_SINGING_BIRD165"></a>ON AMANDA'S SINGING BIRD<a id="FNanchor_165_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_165_209" class="fnanchor">[166]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">A native of the Canary Islands, confined in a small cage</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happy in my native grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I from spray to spray did rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fond of music, full of love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Happy in my native grove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I from spray to spray did rove,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fond of music, full of love.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dressed as fine as bird could be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every thing that I did see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every thing was mirth to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dressed as fine as bird could be,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Every thing that I did see,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Every thing was mirth to me.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There had I been, happy still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my mate to coo and bill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the vale, or on the hill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There had I been, happy still,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With my mate to coo and bill<br></span> +<span class="i0">In the vale, or on the hill.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the cruel tyrant, man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Tyrant since the world began)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon abridged my little span.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the cruel tyrant, man,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Tyrant since the world began)<br></span> +<span class="i0">Soon abridged my little span.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How shall I the wrong forget!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over me he threw a net;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am his prisoner yet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How shall I the wrong forget!<br></span> +<span class="i0">Over me he threw a net;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I am his prisoner yet.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To this rough Bermudian shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ocean I was hurried o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne'er to see my country more!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To this rough Bermudian shore<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ocean I was hurried o'er,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er to see my country more!<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To a narrow cage confined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, who once so gaily shined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing to please the human kind.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear Amanda!—leave me free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my notes will sweeter be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On your breast, or in the tree!<a name="FNanchor_166_210" id="FNanchor_166_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_166_210" class="fnanchor">[167]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To a narrow cage confined,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I, who once so gaily shined,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Sing to please the human kind.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear Amanda!—leave me free,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And my notes will sweeter be;<br></span> +<span class="i0">On your breast, or in the tree!<a id="FNanchor_166_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_166_210" class="fnanchor">[167]</a><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On your arm I would repose—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One—oh make me—of your beaus—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There I would relate my woes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On your arm I would repose—<br></span> +<span class="i0">One—oh make me—of your beaus—<br></span> +<span class="i0">There I would relate my woes.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, all love, and full of play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I so innocently gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pine my little life away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, all love, and full of play,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I so innocently gay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pine my little life away.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus to grieve and flutter here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus to pine from year to year;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is usage too severe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to grieve and flutter here,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to pine from year to year;<br></span> +<span class="i0">This is usage too severe.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the chiefs who rule your isle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will never court a smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All, with them, is prison style.<a name="FNanchor_167_211" id="FNanchor_167_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_167_211" class="fnanchor">[168]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the chiefs who rule your isle,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I will never court a smile;<br></span> +<span class="i0">All, with them, is prison style.<a id="FNanchor_167_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_167_211" class="fnanchor">[168]</a><br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But from your superior mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me but my freedom find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will be all resigned.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But from your superior mind<br></span> +<span class="i0">Let me but my freedom find,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And I will be all resigned.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then your kiss will hold me fast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If but once by you embraced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your 'kerchief I will rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then your kiss will hold me fast—<br></span> +<span class="i0">If but once by you embraced,<br></span> +<span class="i0">In your 'kerchief I will rest.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gentle shepherds of the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who so fondly hear my strain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Help me to be free again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gentle shepherds of the plain,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Who so fondly hear my strain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Help me to be free again.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">'Tis a blessing to be free:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair Amanda!<a name="FNanchor_168_212" id="FNanchor_168_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_168_212" class="fnanchor">[169]</a>—pity me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pity him who sings for thee.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But if, cruel, you deny<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That your captive bird should fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here detained so wrongfully,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a blessing to be free:—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Amanda!<a id="FNanchor_168_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_168_212" class="fnanchor">[169]</a>—pity me,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Pity him who sings for thee.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But if, cruel, you deny<br></span> +<span class="i0">That your captive bird should fly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Here detained so wrongfully,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full of anguish, faint with woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must, with my music, go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the cypress groves below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full of anguish, faint with woe,<br></span> +<span class="i0">I must, with my music, go<br></span> +<span class="i0">To the cypress groves below.<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_165_209" id="Footnote_165_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165_209"><span class="label">[166]</span></a> Published in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>, July 3, 1782, under the title "On +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_165_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165_209"><span class="label">[166]</span></a> Published in the <i>Freeman's Journal</i>, July 3, 1782, under the title "On a Lady's Singing Bird, a native of the Canary Islands, confined in a very small cage. Written in Bermuda, 1778."</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_166_210" id="Footnote_166_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166_210"><span class="label">[167]</span></a> This stanza and the next original in the edition of 1809.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_166_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166_210"><span class="label">[167]</span></a> This stanza and the next original in the edition of 1809.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_167_211" id="Footnote_167_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_167_211"><span class="label">[168]</span></a> This stanza and the two following original in the edition of 1809.</p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_167_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_167_211"><span class="label">[168]</span></a> This stanza and the two following original in the edition of 1809.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_168_212" id="Footnote_168_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_168_212"><span class="label">[169]</span></a> "Belinda."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_168_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_168_212"><span class="label">[169]</span></a> "Belinda."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i></p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<h3><a name="ON_THE_NEW_AMERICAN_FRIGATE" id="ON_THE_NEW_AMERICAN_FRIGATE"></a>ON THE NEW AMERICAN FRIGATE<br /> -ALLIANCE<a name="FNanchor_169_213" id="FNanchor_169_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_169_213" class="fnanchor">[170]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<h3><a id="ON_THE_NEW_AMERICAN_FRIGATE"></a>ON THE NEW AMERICAN FRIGATE<br> +ALLIANCE<a id="FNanchor_169_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_169_213" class="fnanchor">[170]</a></h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As Neptune traced the azure main<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That owned, so late, proud Britain's reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A floating pile approached his car,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scene of terror and of war.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Neptune traced the azure main<br></span> +<span class="i0">That owned, so late, proud Britain's reign,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A floating pile approached his car,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The scene of terror and of war.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As nearer still the monarch drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Her starry flag displayed to view)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He asked a Triton of his train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"What flag was this that rode the main?<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"A ship of such a gallant mien<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"This many a day I have not seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To no mean power can she belong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"So swift, so warlike, stout, and strong.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As nearer still the monarch drew<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Her starry flag displayed to view)<br></span> +<span class="i0">He asked a Triton of his train<br></span> +<span class="i0">"What flag was this that rode the main?<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A ship of such a gallant mien<br></span> +<span class="i0">"This many a day I have not seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To no mean power can she belong,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"So swift, so warlike, stout, and strong.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"See how she mounts the foaming wave—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where other ships would find a grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Majestic, aweful, and serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"She sails the ocean, like its queen."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"See how she mounts the foaming wave—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where other ships would find a grave,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Majestic, aweful, and serene,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"She sails the ocean, like its queen."—<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Great monarch of the hoary deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Whose trident awes the waves to sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Replied a Triton of his train)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"This ship, that stems the western main,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Great monarch of the hoary deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Whose trident awes the waves to sleep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">(Replied a Triton of his train)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"This ship, that stems the western main,<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"To those new, rising States belongs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Who, in resentment of their wrongs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Oppose proud Britain's tyrant sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And combat her, by land and sea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To those new, rising States belongs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Who, in resentment of their wrongs,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Oppose proud Britain's tyrant sway,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And combat her, by land and sea.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"This pile, of such superior fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"From their strict union takes her name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"For them she cleaves the briny tide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"While terror marches by her side.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This pile, of such superior fame,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"From their strict union takes her name,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"For them she cleaves the briny tide,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"While terror marches by her side.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"When she unfurls her flowing sails,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Undaunted by the fiercest gales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"In dreadful pomp, she ploughs the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"While adverse tempests rage in vain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When she unfurls her flowing sails,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Undaunted by the fiercest gales,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"In dreadful pomp, she ploughs the main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"While adverse tempests rage in vain.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"When she displays her gloomy tier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The boldest foes congeal with fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And, owning her superior might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Seek their best safety in their flight.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"But when she pours the dreadful blaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And thunder from her cannon plays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"The bursting flash that wings the ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Compells those foes to strike, or fall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When she displays her gloomy tier,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The boldest foes congeal with fear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And, owning her superior might,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Seek their best safety in their flight.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But when she pours the dreadful blaze,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And thunder from her cannon plays,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"The bursting flash that wings the ball,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Compells those foes to strike, or fall.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Though she, with her triumphant crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Might to their fate all foes pursue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Yet, faithful to the land that bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"She stays, to guard her native shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Though she, with her triumphant crew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Might to their fate all foes pursue,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet, faithful to the land that bore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"She stays, to guard her native shore.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Though she might make the cruisers groan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"That sail within the torrid zone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"She kindly lends a nearer aid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Annoys them here, and guards the trade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Though she might make the cruisers groan<br></span> +<span class="i0">"That sail within the torrid zone,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"She kindly lends a nearer aid,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Annoys them here, and guards the trade.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Now, traversing the eastern main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"She greets the shores of France and Spain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Her gallant flag, displayed to view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Invites the old world to the new.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now, traversing the eastern main,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"She greets the shores of France and Spain;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Her gallant flag, displayed to view,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Invites the old world to the new.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"This task atchieved, behold her go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To seas congealed with ice and snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"To either tropic, and the line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Where suns with endless fervour shine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This task atchieved, behold her go<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To seas congealed with ice and snow,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"To either tropic, and the line,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Where suns with endless fervour shine.<br></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">"Not, Argo, on thy decks were found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Such hearts of brass, as here abound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"They for their golden fleece did fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"These sail—to vanquish tyranny."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Not, Argo, on thy decks were found<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Such hearts of brass, as here abound;<br></span> +<span class="i0">"They for their golden fleece did fly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"These sail—to vanquish tyranny."<br></span> </div></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_169_213" id="Footnote_169_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_169_213"><span class="label">[170]</span></a> "Built up the River Merrimack at Salisbury, Massachusetts, she was +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_169_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_169_213"><span class="label">[170]</span></a> "Built up the River Merrimack at Salisbury, Massachusetts, she was first sailed in the spring of 1778, soon after her being launched, and was then commanded by Capt. Landais, a Frenchman, who was preferred to the command as a compliment to his nation and the alliance made with us, a new @@ -15757,88 +15791,88 @@ Freneau's poem first appeared, as far as I can find, in the 1786 edition. It was probably written shortly after the launch of the frigate.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="ON_THE_DEATH_OF_CAPTAIN_NICHOLAS" id="ON_THE_DEATH_OF_CAPTAIN_NICHOLAS"></a>ON THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN NICHOLAS<br /> -BIDDLE<a name="FNanchor_170_214" id="FNanchor_170_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_170_214" class="fnanchor">[171]</a></h3> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="ON_THE_DEATH_OF_CAPTAIN_NICHOLAS"></a>ON THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN NICHOLAS<br> +BIDDLE<a id="FNanchor_170_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_170_214" class="fnanchor">[171]</a></h3> <p class="cblockquot">Commander of the <i>Randolph</i> Frigate, Blown up near Barbadoes, 1776</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What distant thunders rend the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What clouds of smoke in columns rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">What means this dreadful roar?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is from his base Vesuvius thrown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sky-topt Atlas tumbled down,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Or Etna's self no more!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shock after shock torments my ear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lo!—two hostile ships appear,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Red lightnings round them glow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Yarmouth</i> boasts of sixty-four,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Randolph</i> thirty-two—no more—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And will she fight this foe!<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Randolph</i> soon on Stygian streams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall coast along the land of dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The islands of the dead!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Fate, that parts them on the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May save the Briton yet to weep<br /></span> -<span class="i1">His days of victory fled.<a name="FNanchor_171_215" id="FNanchor_171_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_171_215" class="fnanchor">[172]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Say, who commands that dismal blaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where yonder starry streamer plays?<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Does Mars with Jove engage!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis Biddle wings those angry fires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Biddle, whose bosom Jove inspires,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">With more than mortal rage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tremendous flash!—and hark, the ball<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drives through old <i>Yarmouth,</i> flames and all;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Her bravest sons expire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did Mars himself approach so nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even Mars, without disgrace, might fly<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The <i>Randolph's</i> fiercer fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Briton views his mangled crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"And shall we strike to thirty-two?—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">(Said Hector, stained with gore)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Shall Britain's flag to these descend—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">"Rise, and the glorious conflict end,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">"Britons, I ask no more!"<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He spoke—they charged their cannon round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again the vaulted heavens resound,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The <i>Randolph</i> bore it all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then fixed her pointed cannons true—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away the unwieldy vengeance flew;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Britain, thy warriors fall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The <i>Yarmouth</i> saw, with dire dismay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her wounded hull, shrouds shot away,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Her boldest heroes dead—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She saw amidst her floating slain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The conquering <i>Randolph</i> stem the main—<br /></span> -<span class="i1">She saw, she turned—and fled!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That hour, blest chief, had she been thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear Biddle, had the powers divine<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Been kind as thou wert brave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Fate, who doomed thee to expire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepared an arrow, tipt with fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And marked a watery grave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in that hour, when conquest came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Winged at his ship a pointed flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That not even he could shun—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The battle ceased, the <i>Yarmouth</i> fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bursting <i>Randolph</i> ruin spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And left her task undone!<a name="FNanchor_172_216" id="FNanchor_172_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_172_216" class="fnanchor">[173]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_170_214" id="Footnote_170_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170_214"><span class="label">[171]</span></a> This poem was first published as a pamphlet in 1781, by Francis Bailey +<span class="i0">What distant thunders rend the skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">What clouds of smoke in columns rise,<br></span> +<span class="i1">What means this dreadful roar?<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is from his base Vesuvius thrown,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Is sky-topt Atlas tumbled down,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Or Etna's self no more!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shock after shock torments my ear;<br></span> +<span class="i0">And lo!—two hostile ships appear,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Red lightnings round them glow:<br></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Yarmouth</i> boasts of sixty-four,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The <i>Randolph</i> thirty-two—no more—<br></span> +<span class="i1">And will she fight this foe!<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The <i>Randolph</i> soon on Stygian streams<br></span> +<span class="i0">Shall coast along the land of dreams,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The islands of the dead!<br></span> +<span class="i0">But Fate, that parts them on the deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">May save the Briton yet to weep<br></span> +<span class="i1">His days of victory fled.<a id="FNanchor_171_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_171_215" class="fnanchor">[172]</a><br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Say, who commands that dismal blaze,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where yonder starry streamer plays?<br></span> +<span class="i1">Does Mars with Jove engage!<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis Biddle wings those angry fires,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Biddle, whose bosom Jove inspires,<br></span> +<span class="i1">With more than mortal rage.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tremendous flash!—and hark, the ball<br></span> +<span class="i0">Drives through old <i>Yarmouth,</i> flames and all;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Her bravest sons expire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Did Mars himself approach so nigh,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Even Mars, without disgrace, might fly<br></span> +<span class="i1">The <i>Randolph's</i> fiercer fire.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Briton views his mangled crew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">"And shall we strike to thirty-two?—<br></span> +<span class="i1">(Said Hector, stained with gore)<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Shall Britain's flag to these descend—<br></span> +<span class="i0">"Rise, and the glorious conflict end,<br></span> +<span class="i1">"Britons, I ask no more!"<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He spoke—they charged their cannon round,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Again the vaulted heavens resound,<br></span> +<span class="i1">The <i>Randolph</i> bore it all,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Then fixed her pointed cannons true—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Away the unwieldy vengeance flew;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Britain, thy warriors fall.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The <i>Yarmouth</i> saw, with dire dismay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Her wounded hull, shrouds shot away,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Her boldest heroes dead—<br></span> +<span class="i0">She saw amidst her floating slain<br></span> +<span class="i0">The conquering <i>Randolph</i> stem the main—<br></span> +<span class="i1">She saw, she turned—and fled!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That hour, blest chief, had she been thine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Dear Biddle, had the powers divine<br></span> +<span class="i1">Been kind as thou wert brave;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But Fate, who doomed thee to expire,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Prepared an arrow, tipt with fire,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And marked a watery grave.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And in that hour, when conquest came,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Winged at his ship a pointed flame,<br></span> +<span class="i1">That not even he could shun—<br></span> +<span class="i0">The battle ceased, the <i>Yarmouth</i> fled,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The bursting <i>Randolph</i> ruin spread,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And left her task undone!<a id="FNanchor_172_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_172_216" class="fnanchor">[173]</a><br></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_170_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170_214"><span class="label">[171]</span></a> This poem was first published as a pamphlet in 1781, by Francis Bailey of Philadelphia, in connection with "The Prison Ship." </p><p> Nicholas Biddle, born in Philadelphia in 1750, was a sailor from his boyhood. @@ -15859,168 +15893,168 @@ only five men killed and twelve wounded at the time of the explosion, yet the gallantry and skill of Biddle in the face of great odds justify all the praise that Freneau gives him.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_171_215" id="Footnote_171_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171_215"><span class="label">[172]</span></a> "His ancient honours fled."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i> This stanza was omitted from +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_171_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171_215"><span class="label">[172]</span></a> "His ancient honours fled."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i> This stanza was omitted from the 1795 edition, but returned again in 1809.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_172_216" id="Footnote_172_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172_216"><span class="label">[173]</span></a> "And lost what honour won."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i> "And lost what courage +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_172_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172_216"><span class="label">[173]</span></a> "And lost what honour won."—<i>Ed. 1786.</i> "And lost what courage won."—<i>Ed. 1795.</i></p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="CAPTAIN_JONESS_INVITATION173" id="CAPTAIN_JONESS_INVITATION173"></a>CAPTAIN JONES'S INVITATION<a name="FNanchor_173_217" id="FNanchor_173_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_173_217" class="fnanchor">[174]</a></h3> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou, who on some dark mountain's brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast toil'd thy life away till now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often from that rugged steep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beheld the vast extended deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come from thy forest, and with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn what it is to go to sea.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There endless plains the eye surveys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As far from land the vessel strays;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer hill nor dale is seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The realms of death intrude between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fear no ill; resolve, with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To share the dangers of the sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But look not there for verdant fields—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far different prospects Neptune yields;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Green seas shall only greet the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those seas encircled by the sky.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Immense and deep—come then with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And view the wonders of the sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet sometimes groves and meadows gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delight the seamen on their way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the deep seas that round us swell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rocks the surges to repel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some verdant isle, by waves embrac'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swells, to adorn the wat'ry waste.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though now this vast expanse appear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With glassy surface, calm and clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be not deceiv'd—'tis but a show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For many a corpse is laid below—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even Britain's lads—it cannot be—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were the masters of the sea!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now combating upon the brine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where ships in flaming squadrons join,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At every blast the brave expire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Midst clouds of smoke, and streams of fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But scorn all fear; advance with me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis but the custom of the sea.<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now we the peaceful wave divide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On broken surges now we ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now every eye dissolves with woe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As on some lee-ward coast we go—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half lost, half buried in the main<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hope scarcely beams on life again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Above us storms distract the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath us depths unfathom'd lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too near we see, a ghastly sight,<a name="FNanchor_174_218" id="FNanchor_174_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_174_218" class="fnanchor">[175]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The realms of everlasting night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wat'ry tomb of ocean green<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only one frail plank between!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But winds must cease, and storms decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not always lasts the gloomy day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again the skies are warm and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again soft zephyrs fan the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again we find the long lost shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds oppose our wish no more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou hast courage to despise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The various changes of the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To disregard the ocean's rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmov'd when hostile ships engage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come from thy forest, and with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn what it is to go to sea.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_173_217" id="Footnote_173_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173_217"><span class="label">[174]</span></a> From the 1786 edition. In the 1795 edition the title was changed to +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="CAPTAIN_JONESS_INVITATION173"></a>CAPTAIN JONES'S INVITATION<a id="FNanchor_173_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_173_217" class="fnanchor">[174]</a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou, who on some dark mountain's brow<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hast toil'd thy life away till now,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And often from that rugged steep<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld the vast extended deep,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come from thy forest, and with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">Learn what it is to go to sea.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There endless plains the eye surveys<br></span> +<span class="i0">As far from land the vessel strays;<br></span> +<span class="i0">No longer hill nor dale is seen,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The realms of death intrude between,<br></span> +<span class="i0">But fear no ill; resolve, with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">To share the dangers of the sea.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But look not there for verdant fields—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Far different prospects Neptune yields;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Green seas shall only greet the eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Those seas encircled by the sky.<br></span> +<span class="i0">Immense and deep—come then with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">And view the wonders of the sea.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet sometimes groves and meadows gay<br></span> +<span class="i0">Delight the seamen on their way;<br></span> +<span class="i0">From the deep seas that round us swell<br></span> +<span class="i0">With rocks the surges to repel<br></span> +<span class="i0">Some verdant isle, by waves embrac'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Swells, to adorn the wat'ry waste.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Though now this vast expanse appear<br></span> +<span class="i0">With glassy surface, calm and clear;<br></span> +<span class="i0">Be not deceiv'd—'tis but a show,<br></span> +<span class="i0">For many a corpse is laid below—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Even Britain's lads—it cannot be—<br></span> +<span class="i0">They were the masters of the sea!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now combating upon the brine,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Where ships in flaming squadrons join,<br></span> +<span class="i0">At every blast the brave expire<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Midst clouds of smoke, and streams of fire;<br></span> +<span class="i0">But scorn all fear; advance with me—<br></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis but the custom of the sea.<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now we the peaceful wave divide,<br></span> +<span class="i0">On broken surges now we ride,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Now every eye dissolves with woe<br></span> +<span class="i0">As on some lee-ward coast we go—<br></span> +<span class="i0">Half lost, half buried in the main<br></span> +<span class="i0">Hope scarcely beams on life again.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Above us storms distract the sky,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath us depths unfathom'd lie,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Too near we see, a ghastly sight,<a id="FNanchor_174_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_174_218" class="fnanchor">[175]</a><br></span> +<span class="i0">The realms of everlasting night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A wat'ry tomb of ocean green<br></span> +<span class="i0">And only one frail plank between!<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But winds must cease, and storms decay,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Not always lasts the gloomy day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Again the skies are warm and clear,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Again soft zephyrs fan the air,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Again we find the long lost shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The winds oppose our wish no more.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If thou hast courage to despise<br></span> +<span class="i0">The various changes of the skies,<br></span> +<span class="i0">To disregard the ocean's rage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Unmov'd when hostile ships engage,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Come from thy forest, and with me<br></span> +<span class="i0">Learn what it is to go to sea.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_173_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173_217"><span class="label">[174]</span></a> From the 1786 edition. In the 1795 edition the title was changed to "The Invitation." </p><p> Captain John Paul Jones sailed from Isle de Groaix, France, on his memorable cruise, August 14, 1779. To secure a crew for his fleet had been the work of many months.</p></div> -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_174_218" id="Footnote_174_218"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174_218"><span class="label">[175]</span></a> "Disheartening sight."—<i>Ed. 1795.</i></p></div> - - -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p> -<h3><a name="THE_SEA_VOYAGE175" id="THE_SEA_VOYAGE175"></a>THE SEA VOYAGE<a name="FNanchor_175_219" id="FNanchor_175_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_175_219" class="fnanchor">[176]</a></h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From a gay island green and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gentle blasts of southern air,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Across the deep we held our way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around our barque smooth waters played,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">No envious clouds obscur'd the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Serene came on the evening shade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still farther to the north we drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Porto Rico's mountains blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Were just decaying on the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When from the main arose the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Before his ray the shadows fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we before the breezes run.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now northward of the tropic pass'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fickle skies grew black at last;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">The ruffian winds began to roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea obey'd their tyrant force,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And we, alas! too far from shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must now forsake our destin'd course.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The studding sails at last to hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vent'rous captain gave command;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">But scarcely to the task went they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a vast billow o'er us broke,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And tore the sheets and tacks away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor could the booms sustain the stroke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still vaster rose the angry main.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds through every shroud complain;<br /></span> -<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span><span class="i1">The topsails we could spread no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though doubly reef'd, the furious blast<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Away the fluttering canvas bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vow'd destruction to the mast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When now the northern storm was quell'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A calm ensued—but ocean swell'd<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Beyond the towering mountain's height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till from the south new winds arose;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Our sails we spread at dead of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fair, though fierce, the tempest blows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When morning rose, the skies were clear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gentle breezes warm and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Convey'd us o'er the wat'ry road;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A ship o'ertook us on the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Her thousand sails were spread abroad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flutter'd in the face of day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At length, through many a climate pass'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cæsaria's hills we saw at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">And reach'd the land of lovely dames;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My charming Cælia there I found,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">'Tis she my warmest friendship claims,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fairest maid that treads the ground.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_175_219" id="Footnote_175_219"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175_219"><span class="label">[176]</span></a> Unique in the October number of the <i>United States Magazine, 1779</i>. +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_174_218"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174_218"><span class="label">[175]</span></a> "Disheartening sight."—<i>Ed. 1795.</i></p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;"> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p> +<h3><a id="THE_SEA_VOYAGE175"></a>THE SEA VOYAGE<a id="FNanchor_175_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_175_219" class="fnanchor">[176]</a></h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From a gay island green and fair,<br></span> +<span class="i0">With gentle blasts of southern air,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Across the deep we held our way,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Around our barque smooth waters played,<br></span> +<span class="i1">No envious clouds obscur'd the day,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Serene came on the evening shade.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still farther to the north we drew,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And Porto Rico's mountains blue,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Were just decaying on the eye,<br></span> +<span class="i0">When from the main arose the sun;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Before his ray the shadows fly,<br></span> +<span class="i0">As we before the breezes run.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now northward of the tropic pass'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fickle skies grew black at last;<br></span> +<span class="i1">The ruffian winds began to roar,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The sea obey'd their tyrant force,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And we, alas! too far from shore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Must now forsake our destin'd course.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The studding sails at last to hand,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The vent'rous captain gave command;<br></span> +<span class="i1">But scarcely to the task went they<br></span> +<span class="i0">When a vast billow o'er us broke,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And tore the sheets and tacks away,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Nor could the booms sustain the stroke.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still vaster rose the angry main.<br></span> +<span class="i0">The winds through every shroud complain;<br></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span><span class="i1">The topsails we could spread no more,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Though doubly reef'd, the furious blast<br></span> +<span class="i1">Away the fluttering canvas bore,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And vow'd destruction to the mast.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When now the northern storm was quell'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">A calm ensued—but ocean swell'd<br></span> +<span class="i1">Beyond the towering mountain's height,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Till from the south new winds arose;<br></span> +<span class="i1">Our sails we spread at dead of night,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And fair, though fierce, the tempest blows.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When morning rose, the skies were clear<br></span> +<span class="i0">The gentle breezes warm and fair,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Convey'd us o'er the wat'ry road;<br></span> +<span class="i0">A ship o'ertook us on the way,<br></span> +<span class="i1">Her thousand sails were spread abroad,<br></span> +<span class="i0">And flutter'd in the face of day.<br></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At length, through many a climate pass'd,<br></span> +<span class="i0">Cæsaria's hills we saw at last,<br></span> +<span class="i1">And reach'd the land of lovely dames;<br></span> +<span class="i0">My charming Cælia there I found,<br></span> +<span class="i1">'Tis she my warmest friendship claims,<br></span> +<span class="i0">The fairest maid that treads the ground.<br></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_175_219"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175_219"><span class="label">[176]</span></a> Unique in the October number of the <i>United States Magazine, 1779</i>. The poem doubtless describes the poet's voyage home from the West Indies, in June and July, 1778.</p></div> -<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<hr style="width: 15%;"> <h3><span class="smcap">End of Vol. I</span></h3> <div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 38475 ***</div> |