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And far away into the sickly light, 1 Oh! where is the strength of slaves ! From many a wondrous grot and secret He is weak! we are strong: he a slave, cell
we are free; Unnumbered and enormous polypi Come along! we will dig their graves. Winnow with giant fins the slumbering Cho. -- Shout for England ! etc.
green. There hath he lain for ages and will lie There standeth our ancient enemy; Battening upon huge seaworms in his Will he dare to battle with the free? sleep,
Spur along ! spur amain ! charge to the Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; fight : Then once by man and angels to be seen, Charge ! charge to the fight ! In roaring he shall rise and on the sur Hold up the Lion of England on hig!! face die.
Shout for God and our right!
Cho. — Shout for England ! etc.
THERE is no land like England
Where'er the light of day be ; shall grieve
There are no hearts like English hearts, For the man who fears to die;
Such hearts of oak as they be. But the withering scorn of the many
There is no land like England shall cleave
Where'er the light of day be ; To the man who fears to die.
There are no men like Englishmen,
So tall and bold as they be.
For the French the Pope may shrive 'em,
| For the devil a whit we heed 'em :
As for the French, God speed 'em
Unto their heart's desire,
And the merry devil drive 'em
We lord it o'er the sea ;
We are the sons of freedom, Than to shame merry England here.
We are free. CHO. — Shout for England ! etc.
There is no land like England, There standeth our ancient enemy;
Where'er the light of day be ; Hark! he shouteth- the ancient ene. | There are no wives like English wives, my!
So fair and chaste as they be. On the ridge of the hill his banners rise : / There is no land like England, They stream like fire in the skies ;
Where'er the light of day be ; Hold up the Lion of England on high
There are no maids like English maids, Till it dazzle and blind his eyes.
So beautiful as they be.
Cho. - For the French, etc.
DUALISMS. free ; The child in our cradles is bolder than Two bees within a crystal flowerbell he;
rockéd, For where is the heart and strength of Hum a lovelay to the west-wind at slaves !
Both alike, they buzz together,
away ? Fly no more : Where in a creeping cove the wave un- Whither away wi' the singing sail ! shocked
whither away wi’ the oar? Lays itself calm and wide. Whither away from the high green field Over a stream two birds of glancing
and the happy blossoming shore ? feather
Weary mariners, hither away,
We will sing to you all the day;
Furl the sail and the foam will fall Arching blue-glosséd necks beneath the From the prow! One and all purple weather.
Furl the sail ! Drop the oar !
Leap ashore, Two children lovelier than Love adown Know danger and trouble and toil no the lea are singing,
more, As they gambol, lily-garlands ever string. Whither away wi' the sail and the oar! ing:
Drop the oar,
Fly no more!
wi' the oar ?
Day and night to the billow the foun. Like, unlike, they sing together
tain calls : Side by side,
Down shower the gambolling waterMid May's darling golden lock
From wandering over the lea ; Summer'stanling diamond eyed. They freshen the silvery-crimson shells,
And thick with white bells the clover. WE ARE FREE.
High over the full-toned sea. The winds, as at their hour of birth, Merrily carol the revelling gales Leaning upon the winged sea,
Over the islands free : Breathed low around the rolling earth From the green seabanks the rose With mellow preludes, “We are free."
down trails The streams through many a lilied row To the happy brimméd sea.
Down-carolling to the crispéd sea, Come hither, come hither and be our Low-tinkled with a bell-like flow
lords, Atween the blossoms, “We are free." For merry brides are we :
We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak
sweet words. THE SEA FAIRIES. *
O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisSlow sailed the weary mariners, and
With pleasure and love and revelry; Between the green brink and the run O listen, listen, your eyes shall glis. ning foam
ten, White limbs uprobéd in a crystal air, When the sharp clear twang of the gold. Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms
Runs up the ridgéd sea. To little harps of gold : and while they Ye will not find so happy a shore, mused,
Weary mariners ! all the world o'er ; Whispering to each other half in fear,
O, fly no inore ! Shrill music reached them on the mid Hearken ye, hearken ye, sorrow shall dle sea.
darken ye, • Original form.
Danger and trouble and toil po more;
| All men do walk in sleep, and all
Have faith in that they dream :
For all things are as they seem to all,
And all things flow like a stream. O fly no more — no more : Whither away, whither away, whither away with the sail and the oar ?
There is no rest, no calm, no pause,
Nor good nor ill, nor light nor shade,
Nor essence nor eternal laws :
For nothing is, but all is made.
But if I dream that all these are,
They are to me for that I dream ; ALL thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are For all things are as they seem to all, true,
And all things flow like a stream. All visions wild and strange ; Man is the measure of all truth
Argal — this very opinion is only true Unto himself. All truth is change, relatively to the flowing philosophers.
POEMS PUBLISHED IN THE EDITION OF 1833,
AND OMITTED IN LATER EDITIONS.
Shake hands, my friend, across the brink MINE be the strength of spirit fierce and Of that deep grave to which I go. free,
Shake hands once more : I cannot sink Like some broad river rushing down alone, So far — far down, but I shall know With the selfsame impulse wherewith Thy voice, and answer from below.
he was thrown From his loud fount upon the echoing
III. lea : -
When, in the darkness over me, Which with increasing might doth for- | The four-handed mole shall scrape, ward flee
Plant thou no dusky cypress-tree, By town, and tower, and hill, and cape, | Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape, and isle,
But pledge me in the flowing grape. And in the middle of the green salt sea Keeps his blue waters fresh for many a mile.
And when the sappy field and wood Mine be the Power which ever to its sway Grow green beneath the showery gray, Will win the wise at once, and by degrees And rugged barks begin to bud, May into uncongenial spirits flow ;' And through damp holts, new flushed Even as the great gulfstream of Florida with May, Floats far away into the Northern seas Ring sudden laughters of the Jay ; The lavish growths of southern Mexico.
Then let wise Nature work her will,
And on my clay the darnels grow. | Come only when the days are still,
And at my headstone whisper low,
ALL good things have not kept aloof,
Nor wandered into other ways;
Nor golden largess of thy praise,
If thou art blest, my mother's smile | Undimmed, if bees are on the wing:
Then cease, my friend, a little while, Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control
That I may hear the throstle sing Within the thrilling brain could keep His bridal song, the boast of spring.
The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke, VII.
| The bare word Kiss hath made my inner Sweet as the noise in parchéd plains
soul Of bubbling wells that fret the stones
To tremble like a lutestring, ere the (If any sense in me remains),
note Thy words will be ; thy cheerful tones
Hath melted in the silence that it broke. As welcome to my crumbling bones.
But were I loved, as I desire to be,
What is there in the great sphere of the
earth, He thought to quell the stubborn hearts
| And range of evil between death and birth,
That I should fear, - if I were loved by of oak, Madman ! -- to chain with chains, and
ns, and all the inner, all the outer world of pain bind with bands That island queen that sways the floods
Clear Love would pierce and cleave, if
thou wert mine, and lands From Ind to Ind, but in fair daylight
dalisha As I have heard that, somewhere in the
main, woke, When from her wooden walls, lit by sure
Fresh-water springs come up through
bitter brine. hands, With thunders, and with lightnings, and
cow 'T were joy, not fear, clasped hand-in
hand with thee, with smoke, Peal after peal, the British battle broke,
To wait for death — mute – careless of
all ills, Lulling the brine against the Coptic sands. We taught him lowlier moods, when of
Apart upon a mountain, though the surge
| of some new deluge from a thousand Elsinore
hills Heard the war moan along the distant sea, Rocking with shattered spars, with sud
Flung leagues of roaring foam into the den fires
gorge Flamed over : at Trafalgar yet once more
Below us, as far on as eye could see. We taught him : late he learned humility Perforce, like those whom Gideon schooled
THE HESPERIDES. with briers.
“Hesperus and his daughters three,
The North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd
Zidonian Hanno, voyaging beyond O BEAUTY, passing beauty! sweetest The hoary promontory of Soloë Sweet !
Past Thymiaterion, in calméd bays, How canst thou let me waste my youth Between the southern and the western
in sighs ? I only ask to sit beside thy feet. Heard neither warbling of the nightingale, Thou knowest I dare not look into Nor melody of the Libyan lotus flute thine eyes.
Blown seaward from the shore ; but from Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not a slope fold
That ran bloom-bright into the Atlantic My arms about thee — scarcely dare to blue, speak.
Beneath a highland leaning down a weight had nothing seems to me so wild and bold, Of cliffs, and zoned below with cedar shade, As with one kiss to touch thy blessed Came voices, like the voices in a dream, cheek.
| Continuous, till he reached the outer sea.
Round about the hallowed fruit - tree
Sing away, sing aloud evermore in the The golden apple, the golden apple, the Lest his scaléd eyelid drop,
wind, without stop, hallowed fruit,
For he is older than the world. Guard it well, guard it warily,
If he waken, we waken, Singing airily,
Rapidly levelling eager eyes. Standing about the charmed root.
If he sleep, we sleep, Round about all is mute,
| Dropping the eyelid over the eyes. As the snow-field on the mountain-peaks, 18 As the sand-field at the mountain-foot.
S, If the golden apple be taken,
The world will be overwise. Crocodiles in briny creeks
Five links, a golden chain, are we, Sleep and stir not: all is mute.
| Hesper, the dragon, and sisters three,
Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, In a corner wisdom whispers. Five and watch, night and day, three
Lest the old wound of the world be healed, (Let it not be preached abroad) make an The glory unsealéd, awful mystery.
| The golden apple stolen away, For the blossom unto threefold music And the ancient secret revealed. bloweth;
Look from west to east along : Evermore it is born anew;
Father, old Himala weakens, Caucasus And the sap to threefold music floweth, is bold and strong. From the root
Wandering waters unto wandering waters Drawn in the dark,
call; Up to the fruit,
Let them clash together, foam and fall. Creeping under the fragrant bark, Out of watchings, out of wiles, Liquid gold, honeysweet, thro' and thro'. Comes the bliss of secret smiles. Keen-eyed Sisters, singing airily, All things are not told to all. Looking warily
Half-round the mantling night is drawn, Every way,
Purple fringed with even and dawn, Guard the apple night and day,
Hesper hateth Phosphor, evening hateth Lest one from the East come and take it
Every flower and every fruit the redolent Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, breath watch, ever and aye,
Of this warm sea-wind ripeneth, Looking under silver hair with a silver Arching the billow in his sleep; . eye.
But the land-wind wandereth, Father, twinkle not thy steadfast sight; Broken by the highland-steep, kingdoms lapse, and climates change, , Two streams upon the violet deep ; and races die;
For the western sun and the western star, llonor comes with mystery ;
And the low west-wind, breathing afar,
Mellowed in a land of rest;
the golden apple be stol'n away, All good things are in the west. For his ancient heart is drunk with over- Till mid noon the cool east light
watchings night and day, | Is shut out by the tall hillbrow ;