And move, Amphion-like, those hearts of stoneThe hearts that have been deaf to Poland's dying groan! Tell them, we hold the Rights of Man too dear, To bless ourselves with lonely freedom blest; But could we hope, with sole and selfish breast, To breathe untroubled Freedom's atmosphere ?— Suppose we wish'd it? England could not stand A lone oasis in the desert ground Of Europe's slavery; from the waste around Oppression's fiery blast and whirling sand Would reach and scathe us? No; it may not be: Britannia and the world conjointly must be free! Burdett, demand why Britons send abroad Soft greetings to th' infanticidal Czar, The Bear on Poland's babes that wages war. Once, we are told, a mother's shriek o'erawed A lion, and he dropt her lifted child; But Nicholas, whom neither God nor law, Nor Poland's shrieking mothers, overawe, Outholds to us his friendship's gory clutch: Shrink, Britain-shrink, my king and country, from the touch! He prays to Heaven for England's king, he says— And dares he to the God of mercy kneel, Besmear'd with massacres from head to heel? No; Moloch is his God-to him he prays And if his weird-like prayers had power to bring An influence, their power would be to curse. His hate is baleful, but his love is worseA serpent's slaver deadlier than its sting! Oh, feeble statesmen-ignominious times, That lick the tyrant's feet, and smile upon his crimes! 1832. ODE TO THE GERMANS. THE spirit of Britannia Invokes, across the main, Her sister Allemannia To burst the Tyrant's chain : And hallow'd thrice the band With Freedom's lion-banner Britannia rules the waves; Whilst your BROAD STONE OF HONOUR 1 1 Ehrenbreitstein signifies, in German, "the broad stone of honour." Is still the camp of slaves. Wake, Allemannians, wake, MARS owes to you his thunder1 No! the clock ye framed to tell, The press's magic letters, That blessing ye brought forth, Behold! it lies in fetters On the soil that gave it birth: But the trumpet must be heard, And the charger must be spurr'd; For your father Armin's Sprite Calls down from heaven, that ye Shall gird you for the fight, And be free!-and be free! clime! 1881. 1 Germany invented gunpowder, clock-making, and printing. LINES ON A PICTURE OF A GIRL IN THE ATTITUDE OF PRAYER. By the Artist Gruse, in the possession of Lady Stepney. WAS man e'er doom'd that beauty made Like Orpheus, I adore a shade, And dote upon a phantom. Thou maid that in my inmost thought Art fancifully sainted, Why liv'st thou not-why art thou nought Whose looks seem lifted to the skies, As if they drew angelic eyes To greet thee at heaven's portals. Yet loveliness has here no grace, Abstracted or ideal Art ne'er but from a living face Drew looks so seeming real. What wert thou, maid?-thy life-thy name. Oblivion hides in mystery; Though from thy face my heart could frame A long romantic history. Transported to thy time I seem, Though dust thy coffin coversAnd hear the songs, in fancy's dream, Of thy devoted lovers. How witching must have been thy breath- Adieu, the charms that vainly move Yet thee, dear picture, to have praised And shame to him that ever gazed Impassive on thy beauty. 1830. |