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A patriot race to disinherit
And with inexpiable spirit [taineer!— To taint the bloodless freedom of the mounO France! that mockest Heaven, adulterous, blind,
And patriot only in pernicious toils ! Are these thy boasts, champion of humankind:
To mix with kings in the low lust of sway,
Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous prey ; To'insult the shrine of liberty with spoils
From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray!
The sensual and the dark rebel in vain,
Slaves by their own compulsion! In mad game
They burst their manacles, and wear the name Of Freedom graven on a heavier chain !
O Liberty! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee many a weary hour:
But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power.
Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee (Nor prayer nor boastful name delays thee), Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions,
And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves, Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions, [waves !
The guide of homeless winds and playmate of the And there I felt thee-on that seacliff's verge
Whose pines,scarce travel'd by the breeze above, Had made one murmur with the distant surge! Yes! while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love, O Liberty, my spirit felt thee there!
King Richard the First, celebrated for his achievements in the
Crusades, was no less distinguished for his patronage of the Provencial minstrels, and his own compositions in their species of poetry: Returning from one of his expeditions in the Holy Land, in disguise, he was imprisoned in a castle of Leopold Duke of Austria. His favourite minstrel, Blondel de Nesle, baving traversed all Germany in search of his master, at length came to a castle, in which he found there was only one prisoner, and whose name was anknown. Suspecting that he had made the desired discovery, he seated himself under a window of the prisoner's apartment, and began a song, or ode, which the king and himself had formerly composed together. When the prisoner, who was King Richard, heard the song, he knew that Blondel must be the singer; and when Blondel paused about the middle, the king began the remainder and completed it. The following Ode is supposed to be this joint composition of the Minstrel and King Richard,
Bound for holy Palestine,
“Syrian virgins, wail and weep,
From Sion's turrets as afar
Blondel led the tuneful band,
Soon we kiss'd the sacred earth That gave a murder'd Saviour birth; Then, with ardour fresh endued, Thus the solemn song renew'd.
· Lo, the toilsome voyage pass'd, Heaven's favour'd hills appear at last ! Object of our holy vow, We tread the Tyrian valleys now. From Carmel's almond-shaded steep We feel the cheering fragrance creep : O’er Engaddi's shrubs of balm Waves the date-empurpled palm,
* A city and fortress of Syria, now called St. John d'Acre.
See Lebanon's aspiring head
* Kalibarn is the sword of King Arthur; which, as the monkish historians say, came into the possession of Richard the First; and was given by that monarch, in the crusades, to Tancred, King of Sicily, as a royal present of inestimable value, about the year 1190. See Ode, "The Grave of King Arthur.'
Thy necromantic forms in vain
" Salem, in ancient majesty
A NAVAL ODE.
Ye mariners of England!