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Where early Love his Psyche's zone unbound.
cv. Lausanne! and Ferney! ye have been the abodes23) Of names which unto you bequeath'd a name; Mortals, who sought and found, by dangerous
roads, A path to perpetuity of fame : They were gigantic minds, and their steep aim Was, Titan - like, on daring doubts to pile Thoughts which should call down thunder, and
the flame Of Heaven, again assail'd, if Heaven the while On man and man's research could deign do more
CVI. The one was fire and fickleness, a child, Most mutable in wishes, but in mind, A wit as various, - gay, grave, sage, or wild, Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself anong mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, -- which, as the wind,
Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Cvir. The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year, In meditation dwelt, with learning wrought, And shaped his weapon with an edge severe, Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer; The lord of irony, — that master - spell, Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew
from fear, And doom'd him to the zealot's ready Hell, Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.
And when it shall revive, as is our trust,
To their most great and growing region, where The earth to her embrace compels the powers of air.
Her thirst of knowledge, quaffing there her fill, Flows from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill.
CXI. Thus far have I proceeded in a theme Renew'd with no kind auspices: - to feel We are not what we have been, and to deem We are not what we should be, and to steel The heart against itself; and to conceal, With a proud caution, love, or hate, or ight, Passion or feeling, purpose, grief, or Which is the tyrant spirit of our thought, Is a stern task of soul: - No matter, – it is taught.
cxi. And for these words, thus woven into song, It may be that they are a harmless wile, The colouring of the scenes which fleet along, Which I would seize, in passing, to beguile My breast, or that of others, for a while. Fame is the thirst of youth , - but I am not So young as to regard men's frown or smile,
As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot! I stood and stand alone, — remember'd or forgot.
cxill, I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, - nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them : in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and
still could, Had I not filed 24) my mind, which thus itself
cxiv. I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Thongh I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, - hopes which will
not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing: I would also deem O'er other's griefs that some sincerely grieve 25)
That two, or one, are almost what they seem, That goodness is no name, and happiness no
cxv. My daughter! with thy name this song begun My daughter! with thy name thus much shall
end I see thee not, - I hear thee not, but none Can be so wrapt in thee; thou art the friend
To whom the shadows of far years extend :
And reach into thy heart, - when mine is colc,
CXVI. To aid thy mind's development, – to watch Thy dawn of little joys, - to sit and see Almost thy very growth, - to view thee catch Knowledge of objects, - wonders yet to thee! To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee, And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss, – This, it should seem, was not reserved for me;
Yet this was in my nature: - as it is, I know not what is there, yet something like to this.
cxvii, Yet, though dull Hate as duty should be taught, I know that thou wilt love me: though my name Should be shut from thee, as a spell still fraught With desolation, and a broken claim: Though the grave closed between us - 'twere
the same, I know that thou wilt love me; though to drain My blood from out tby being were an aim,
And an attainment, all would be in vain, Still thou would'st love me, still that more than
CXVIII. The child of love, - though born in bitterness, And nurtured in convulsion. Of thy sire These were the elements, and thine no less. As yet such are around thee, - but thy fire Shall be more temper'd, and thy hope far higher. Sweet be thy cradled slumbers! O'er the sea, And from the mountains where I now respire,
Fain would I waft sueh blessing upon thee, As, with a sigh, I deemn thou might'st have been
NOTES TO CANTO III.
In “pride of place » here last the eagle flew.
Stanza xviii. line 5. «Pride of place, is a term of falconry, and means the highest pitch of flight. – See Macbeth, etc. «An Eagle towering in his pride of place Was by a mousing Owl hawked at and killed. »
2. Such as Harmodius drew on Athens' tyrant lord.
Stanza xx. line 9. See the famous song on Harmodius and Aristogiton. - The best English translation is in Bland's Anthology, by Mr. Denman. “With myrtle my sword will I wreathe, » etc.
Stanza xxi. line 8. On the night previous to the action, it is said that a ball was given at Brussels.
4, 5. And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clans
Stanza xxvi. line 9. Sir Evan Cameron, and his descendant Donald, the “gentle Lochiel » of the « forty-five. »
6. And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves.
Stanza xxvii. line 1. The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of the « forest of Ardennes, » famous in Boiardo's Orlando, and immortal in Shakspeare's “As you like it. It is also celebrated in Tacitus as being the spot of successful defence by the Germans