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Group winding after group with dream-like

ease; Triumphs in sunbright gratitude displayed, Or softly stealing into modest shade. -So, pleased with purple clusters to entwine Some lofty elm-tree, mounts the daring vine ; 20 The woodbine so, with spiral grace, and

breathes Wide-spreading odours from her flowery


Borne by the Muse from rills in shepherds'

ears Murmuring but one smooth story for all years, I gladly commune with the mind and heart 25 Of him who thus survives by classic art, His actions witness, venerate his mien, And study Trajan as by Pliny seen; Behold how fought the Chief whose conquering

sword Stretched far as earth might own a single lord ; In the delight of moral prudence schooled, How feelingly at home the Sovereign ruled ; Best of the good-in pagan faith allied To more than Man, by virtue deified.


Memorial Pillar! ’mid the wrecks of Time 35 Preserve thy charge with confidence sublimeThe exultations, pomps, and cares of Rome, Whence half the breathing world received its

doom ;

Things that recoil from language; that, if

shown By apter pencil, from the light had flown. 40 A Pontiff, Trajan here the Gods implores, There greets an Embassy from Indian shores; Lo! he harangues his cohortsthere the storm

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Of battle meets him in authentic form! 44 Unharnessed, naked, troops of Moorish horse Sweep to the charge; more high, the Dacian

force, To hoof and finger mailed ;-yet, high or low, None bleed, and none lie prostrate but the foe; In every Roman, through all turns of fate, Is Roman dignity inviolate; Spirit in him pre-eminent, who guides, Supports, adorns, and over all presides; Distinguished only by inherent state From honoured Instruments that round him

wait; Rise as he may, his grandeur scorns the test 55 Of outward symbol, nor will deign to rest On aught by which another is deprest. --Alas! that One thus disciplined could toil To enslave whole nations on their native soil; So emulous of Macedonian fame,

60 That, when his age was measured with his aim, He drooped, 'mid else unclouded victories, And turned his eagles back with deep-drawn

sighs. O weakness of the Great! O folly of the Wise !

Where now the haughty Empire that was spread

65 With such fond hope ? her very speech is dead ; Yet glorious Art the power of Time defies, And Trajan still, through various enterprise, Mounts, in this fine illusion, toward the skies: Still are we present with the imperial Chief, 70 Nor cease to gaze upon the bold Relief Till Rome, to silent marble unconfined, Becomes with all her years a vision of the Mind.





For the names and persons in the following poem

see the “History of the renowned Prince Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table;" for the rest the Author is answerable ; only it may be proper to add that the Lotus, with the bust of the Goddess appearing to rise out of the full-blown flower, was suggested by the beautiful work of ancient art, once included among the Townley Marbles, and now in the British Museum.

WHILE Merlin paced the Cornish sands,
Forth-looking toward the rocks of Scilly,
The pleased Enchanter was aware
Of a bright Ship that seemed to hang in air,
Yet was she work of mortal hands,

5 And took from men her name—THE WATER


Soft was the wind, that landward blew ;
And, as the Moon, o'er some dark hill

Grows from a little edge of light
To a full orb, this Pinnace bright

10 Became, as nearer to the coast she drew, More glorious, with spread sail and streaming


Upon this winged Shape so fair
Sage Merlin gazed with admiration :
Her lineaments, thought he, surpass 15
Aught that was ever shown in magic glass ;

Was ever built with patient care;
Or, at a touch, produced by happiest trans-


Now, though a Mechanist, whose skill Shames the degenerate grasp of modern science,

20 Grave Merlin (and belike the more For practising occult and perilous lore)

Was subject to a freakish will That sapped good thoughts, or scared them with


Provoked to envious spleen, he cast 25
An altered look upon the advancing Stranger
Whom he had hailed with joy, and cried,
“My Art shall help to tame her pride”

Anon the breeze became a blast,
And the waves rose, and sky portended danger.

With thrilling word, and potent sign 31 Traced on the beach, his work the Sorcerer

urges ; The clouds in blacker clouds are lost, Like spiteful Fiends that vanish, crossed

By Fiends of aspect more malign; 35 And the winds roused the Deep with fiercer


But worthy of the name she bore
Was this Sea-flower, this buoyant Galley ;
Supreme in loveliness and grace

Of motion, whether in the embrace 40

Of trusty anchorage, or scudding o'er The main flood roughened into hill and valley.

Behold, how wantonly she laves
Her sides, the Wizard's craft confounding;
Like something out of Ocean sprung 45
To be for ever fresh and young,

Breasts the sea-flashes, and huge waves
Top-gallant high, rebounding and rebounding!

But Ocean under magic heaves,

49 And cannot spare the Thing he cherished : Ah! what avails that she was fair, Luminous, blithe, and debonair?

The storm has stripped her of her leaves ; The Lily floats no longer !—She hath perished.

Grieve for her, she deserves no less; 55
So like, yet so unlike, a living Creature!
No heart had she, no busy brain;
Though loved, she could not love again;

Though pitied, feel her own distress; 59 Nor aught that troubles us, the fools of Nature.

Yet is there cause for gushing tears ;
So richly was this Galley laden,
A fairer than herself she bore,
And, in her struggles, cast ashore;

A lovely One, who nothing hears
Of wind or wave—a meek and guileless Maiden.

Into a cave had Merlin fled
From mischief, caused by spells himself had

And while, repentant all too late,

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