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AUGUST, 1803

HE gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains
Might sometimes covet dissoluble chains;

Even for the tenants of the zone that lies
Beyond the stars, celestial Paradise,
Methinks 'twould heighten joy, to overleap
At will the crystal battlements, and peep
Into some other region, though less fair,

To see how things are made and managed there.
Change for the worse might please, incursion bold
Into the tracts of darkness and of cold:
O'er Limbo lake with aëry flight to steer,
And on the verge of Chaos hang in fear.
Such animation often do I find,

Power in my breast, wings growing in my mind,
Then, when some rock or hill is overpast,
Perchance without one look behind me cast,
Some barrier with which Nature, from the birth
Of things, has fenced this fairest spot on earth.
O pleasant transit, Grasmere ! to resign
Such happy fields, abodes so calm as thine;
Not like an outcast with himself at strife;
The slave of business, time, or care for life,
But moved by choice; or, if constrained in part,
Yet still with Nature's freedom at the heart;-
To cull contentment upon wildest shores,
And luxuries extract from bleakest moors;
With prompt embrace all beauty to enfold,
And having rights in all that we behold.

-Then why these lingering steps?-A bright adieu,
For a brief absence, proves that love is true;
Ne'er can the way be irksome or forlorn
That winds into itself for sweet return.

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AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS, 1803

I

SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH

SHIVER, Spirit fierce and bold,
At thought of what I now behold:
As vapours breathed from dungeons cold
Strike pleasure dead,

So sadness comes from out the mould
Where Burns is laid.

And have I then thy bones so near,
And thou forbidden to appear?
As if it were thyself that's here
I shrink with pain;

And both my wishes and my fear
Alike are vain.

Off weight-nor press on weight!-away
Dark thoughts!-they came, but not to stay;
With chastened feelings would I pay

The tribute due

To him, and aught that hides his clay
From mortal view.

Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth
He sang, his genius 'glinted' forth,
Rose like a star that touching earth,

For so it seems,

Doth glorify its humble birth

With matchless beams.

The piercing eye, the thoughtful brow,
The struggling heart, where be they now?—
Full soon the Aspirant of the plough,

The prompt, the brave,

Slept, with the obscurest, in the low
And silent grave.

I mourned with thousands, but as one
More deeply grieved, for He was gone
Whose light I hailed when first it shone,
And showed my youth

How Verse may build a princely throne
On humble truth.

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Alas! where'er the current tends,

Regret pursues and with it blends,—
Huge Criffel's hoary top ascends
By Skiddaw seen,—

Neighbours we were, and loving friends
We might have been;

True friends though diversely inclined;
But heart with heart and mind with mind,
Where the main fibres are entwined,

Through Nature's skill,

May even by contraries be joined
More closely still.

The tear will start, and let it flow;
Thou 'poor Inhabitant below,'
At this dread moment-even so-
Might we together

Have sate and talked where gowans blow,
Or on wild heather.

What treasures would have then been placed
Within my reach; of knowledge graced

By fancy what a rich repast!

But why go on ?—

Oh! spare to sweep, thou mournful blast,
His grave grass-grown.

There, too, a Son, his joy and pride,

(Not three weeks past the Stripling died,) Lies gathered to his Father's side,

Soul-moving sight!

Yet one to which is not denied

Some sad delight.

For he is safe, a quiet bed

Hath early found among the dead,
Harboured where none can be misled,

Wronged, or distrest;

And surely here it may be said

That such are blest.

And oh for Thee, by pitying grace
Checked oft-times in a devious race,
May He, who halloweth the place
Where Man is laid,
Receive thy Spirit in the embrace
For which it prayed!

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SONNETS DEDICATED TO LIBERTY AND ORDERcontinued

X. At Bologna, in Remembrance of the Late Insurrections, 1837
XI. Continued.

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XII. Concluded

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XIII. Young England-what is then become of Old

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XIV. Feel for the wrongs to universal ken

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SONNETS UPON THE PUNISHMENT OF DEATH

I. Suggested by the View of Lancaster Castle (on the Road

II. Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law.

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III. The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die

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IV. Is Death, when evil against good has fought
V. Not to the object specially designed.

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VI. Ye brood of Conscience-Spectres! that frequent
VII. Before the world had past her time of youth
VIII. Fit retribution, by the moral code

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IX. Though to give timely warning and deter .

X. Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine
XI. Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide
XII. See the Condemned alone within his cell
XIII. Conclusion

VII. I know an aged Man constrained to dwell

X. How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high XI. Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)