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Hark, 'tis victory's deathless knell!
Of his glorious chivalry !
Tell his deeds by field and flood !
That burned behind him gloriously!
Alas! that hero's life should close
On mortals immortality.
Alas! that he, the great, the brave, Should fill a hermit's bloodless grave, Where never rolled the hallowing wave
Of battle and of victory!
He should have died on bloody field, Where column after column wheeled, Where cannon roared and charger reeled,
Amid destruction's revelry.
He should have laid his glorious head
The flow'r of all his enemy.
Spirit of undying name,
Whilst thy foes, unknown to fame,
Shall weep in cold obscurity!
Glory's hallowed light divine
Thy portion vast futurity!
ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
O THOU vast Ocean ! ever
er-sounding sea ! Thou symbol of a drear immensity! Thou thing that windest round the solid world Like a huge animal, which, downward hurl'd From the black clouds, lies weltering and alone, Lashing and writhing till its strength be gone. Thy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep Is like a giant's slumber, loud and deep. Thou speakest in the east and in the west At once, and on thy heavily laden breast Fleets come and go, and shapes that have no life Or motion, yet are moved and meet in strife. The earth hath nought of this; nor chance nor change Ruffles its surface, and no spirits dare Give answer to the tempest-woken air ; But o'er its wastes, the weakly tenants range At will, and wound his bosom as they go. Ever the same, it hath no ebb, no flow;
But in their stated round the seasons come
-Thou only, terrible Ocean, hast a power,
Thou trackless and immeasurable main !
A WREN'S NEST.
Among the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little Wren's
In sougness may compare.
No dnor the tenement requires,
And seldom needs a laboured roof; Yet is it to the fiercest sun
Impervious and storm-proof.
So warm, so beautiful withal,
In perfect fitness for its aim, That to the kind by special grace
Their instinct surely came.
And when for their abodes they seek
An opportune recess,
For shadowy quietness.
These find, 'mid ivied Abbey walls,
A canopy in some still nook ; Others are pent-housed by a brae
That overhangs a brook.
There to the brooding Bird her Mate
Warbles by fits his low, clear song ; And by the busy streamlet both
Are sung to all day long.
Or in sequester'd lanes they build,
Where till the flitting Bird's return, Her eggs within the nest repose,
Like relics in ap urn.
But still, where general choice is good,
There is a better and a best ; And, among fairest objects, some
Are fairer than the rest ;
This, one of those small Builders proved
In a green covert, where, from out The forehead of a pollard oak,
The leafy antlers sprout;
For she who planned the mossy lodge,
Mistrusting her evasive skill, Had to a Primrose looked for aid
Her wishes to fulfil.
High on the trunk's projecting brow,
And fixed an infant's span above The budding flowers, peeped forth the nest,
The prettiest of the grove !
The treasure proudly did I show
To some whose minds without disdain Can turn to little things, but once
Looked up for it in vain :