told me that her name was HAPPINESS.
January 10, 1795.
TO ROBERT SOUTHEY
OF BALIOL COLLEGE, OXFORD, AUTHOR OF THE ‘RETROSPECT’, AND OTHER POEMS
SOUTHEY! thy melodies steal o’er mine ear
Like far-off joyance, or the murmuring
Of wild bees in the sunny showers of Spring —
Sounds of such mingled import as may cheer
The lonely breast, yet rouse a mindful tear: 5
Wak’d by the Song doth Hope-born FANCY fling
Rich showers of dewy fragrance from her wing,
Till sickly PASSION’S drooping Myrtles sear
Blossom anew! But O! more thrill’d, I prize
Thy sadder strains, that bid in MEMORY’S Dream 10
The faded forms of past Delight arise;
Then soft, on Love’s pale cheek, the tearful gleam
Of Pleasure smiles — as faint yet beauteous lies
The imag’d Rainbow on a willowy stream.
January 14, 1795.
TO RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN, ESQ.
It was some Spirit, SHERIDAN! that breath’d
O’er thy young mind such wildly-various power!
My soul hath mark’d thee in her shaping hour,
Thy temples with Hymettian flow’rets wreath’d:
And sweet thy voice, as when o’er LAURA’S bier 5
Sad Music trembled thro’ Vauclusa’s glade;
Sweet, as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade
That wafts soft dreams to SLUMBER’S listening ear.
Now patriot Rage and Indignation high
Swell the full tones! And now thine eye-beams dance 10
Meanings of Scorn and Wit’s quaint revelry!
Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance
The Apostate by the brainless rout ador’d,
As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael’s sword.
January 29, 1795.
TO LORD STANHOPE
ON READING HIS LATE PROTEST IN THE HOUSE OF LORDS
‘MORNING CHRONICLE,’ JAN. 31, 1795
STANHOPE! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy name!
Thou shalt be bless’d and lov’d, when in the dust
Thy corse shall moulder — Patriot pure and just!
And o’er thy tomb the grateful hand of FAME
Shall grave:—’Here sleeps the Friend of Humankind!’ 5
For thou, untainted by CORRUPTION’S bowl,
Or foul AMBITION, with undaunted soul
Hast spoke the language of a Free-born mind
Pleading the cause of Nature! Still pursue
Thy path of Honour! — To thy Country true, 10
Still watch th’ expiring flame of Liberty!
O Patriot! still pursue thy virtuous way,
As holds his course the splendid Orb of Day,
Or thro’ the stormy or the tranquil sky!
ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
TO EARL STANHOPE
Not, STANHOPE! with the Patriot’s doubtful name
I mock thy worth — Friend of the Human Race!
Since scorning Faction’s low and partial aim
Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace,
Thyself redeeming from that leprous stain, 5
Nobility: and aye unterrify’d
Pourest thine Abdiel warnings on the train
That sit complotting with rebellious pride
‘Gainst Her who from the Almighty’s bosom leapt
With whirlwind arm, fierce Minister of Love! 10
Wherefore, ere Virtue o’er thy tomb hath wept,
Angels shall lead thee to the Throne above:
And thou from forth its clouds shalt hear the voice,
Champion of Freedom and her God! rejoice!
LINES TO A FRIEND IN ANSWER TO A MELANCHOLY LETTER
Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh,
The peevish offspring of a sickly hour!
Nor meanly thus complain of Fortune’s power,
When the blind Gamester throws a luckless die.
Yon setting Sun flashes a mournful gleam 5
Behind those broken clouds, his stormy train:
Tomorrow shall the many-colour’d main
In brightness roll beneath his orient beam!
Wild, as the autumnal gust, the hand of Time
Flies o’er his mystic lyre: in shadowy dance 10
The alternate groups of Joy and Grief advance
Responsive to his varying strains sublime!
Bears on its wing each hour a load of Fate;
The swain, who, lull’d by Seine’s mild murmurs, led
His weary oxen to their nightly shed, 15
To-day may rule a tempest-troubled State.
Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile
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