scorn; It shall be steeped in the salt, salt tear, Shall be steeped in his own salt tear: Far better, far better he never were born Than to shame merry England here. CHO. Shout for England! etc. There standeth our ancient enemy; Hark! he shouteth - the ancient enemy! On the ridge of the hill his banners rise They stream like fire in the skies; Hold up the Lion of England on high Till it dazzle and blind his eyes. CHO.Shout for England! etc. Come along! we alone of the earth are free; The child in our cradles is bolder than he; For where is the heart and strength of slaves? SONG. Whither away, whither away, whither away? Fly no more: Whither away wi' the singing sail? Furl the sail and the foam will fall Know danger and trouble and toil no more, Whither away wi' the sail and the oar? Whither away wi' the sail? whither away wi' the oar? Day and night to the billow the foun tain calls: Down shower the gambolling water- From wandering over the lea; High over the full-toned sea. From the green seabanks the rose To the happy brimméd sea. Come hither, come hither and be our lords, For merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words. O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten With pleasure and love and revelry ; O listen, listen, your eyes shall glis ten, When the sharp clear twang of the gold. en chords Runs up the ridgéd sea. Ye will not find so happy a shore, Weary mariners! all the world o'er ; O, fly no more! Hearken ye, hearken ye, sorrow shall darken ye, Danger and trouble and toil no more; 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, And all things flow like a stream. Argal this very opinion is only true relatively to the flowing philosophers. POEMS PUBLISHED IN THE EDITION OF 1833, AND OMITTED IN LATER EDITIONS. THE North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd night Zidonian Hanno, voyaging beyond Heard neither warbling of the nightingale, That ran bloom-bright into the Atlantic blue, Beneath a highland leaning down a weight Ofcliffs, and zoned below with cedar shade, Came voices, like the voices in a dream, Continuous, till he reached the outer sea. SONG. I. Round about the hallowed fruit tree curled Sing away, sing aloud evermore in the wind, without stop, The golden apple, the golden apple, the Lest his scaled eyelid drop, hallowed fruit, For he is older than the world. If the golden apple be taken, The world will be overwise. III. Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, watch, night and day, Lest the old wound of the world be healed, The golden apple stolen away, Wandering waters unto wandering waters call; Let them clash together, foam and fall. morn. IV. II. Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, watch, ever and aye, Looking under silver hair with a silver eye. Father, twinkle not thy steadfast sight; Every flower and every fruit the redolent breath Of this warm sea-wind ripeneth, Mellowed in a land of rest; |