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Where early Love his Psyche's zone unbound.
And hallow'd it with loveliness: 'tis lone,
And wonderful, and deep, and hath a sound,
And sense, and sight of sweetness; here the

Hath spread himself a couch, the Alps have reared

a throne.

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

than smile.

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.

Yet, peace be with their ashes, - for by them,
If merited, the penalty is paid;
It is not ours to judge, – far less condemn;
The hour must come when such things shall be

Known unto all, - or hope and dread allay'd
By slumber, on one pillow, - in the dust,
Which, thus much we are sure, must lie decay'd;

And when it shall revive, as is our trust,
'Twill be to be forgiven, or suffer what is just.

But let me quit man's works, again to read
His Maker's, spread around me, and suspend
This page, which from my reveries I feed,
Until it seems prolonging without end.
The clouds above me to the white Alps tend,
And I must pierce them, and survey whate'er
May be permitted, as my steps I bend

To their most great and growing region, where The earth to her embrace compels the powers of air.

Italia! too. Italia! looking on thee.
Full flashes on the soul the light of ages,
Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee,
To the last halo of the chiefs and sages,
Who glorify thy consecrated pages;
Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still,
The fount at which the panting mind assuages

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 :
Albeit my brow thon never should'st behold,
My voice shall with thy future visions blenc,

And reach into thy heart, - when mine is colc,
A token and a tone, even from thy father's mould.

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

life retain.

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

to me!


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.

And all went merry as a marriage - bell.

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

man's ears.

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

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