VII. COMPOSED WHILE THE "AUTHOR WAS ENGAGED IN WRITING A Nor 'mid the World's vain objects that enslave Whose factions lead astray the wise and brave—— VIII. COMPOSED AT THE SAME TIME AND ON THE SAME I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind Which, while it makes the heart with sadness shrink, IX. HOFFER. Op mortal parents is the Hero born He comes like Phœbus through the gates of morn Yet mark his modest state! upon his head, That simple crest, a heron's plume, is worn. O Liberty! they stagger at the shock From van to rear-and with one mind would flee, But half their host is buried :-rock on rock Descends:-beneath this godlike Warrior, see! The Tyrant, and confound his cruelty. V X. ADVANCE-Come forth from thy Tyrolean ground, And o'er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound; Have roused her from her sleep: and forest-lawn, Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to height, Here, there, and in all places at one hour. 1 XI. FEELINGS OF THE TYROLESE. THE Land we from our fathers had in trust, And God and Nature say that it is just. That which we would perform in arms—we must! In the wife's smile; and in the placid sky; Of them that were before us.-Sing aloud Give, herds and flocks, your voices to the wind! |