Confirmed the charters that were yours
before ;-

No parleying now! In Britain is one breath;
We all are with you now from shore to shore:
Ye men of Kent, 'tis victory or death!

1803.

ANTICIPATION.

XI.

OCTOBER, 1803.

SHOUT, for a mighty victory is won!

On British ground the Invaders are laid low:
The breath of Heaven has drifted them like

snow,

And left them lying in the silent sun,

Never to rise again! the work is done.

Come forth, ye old men, now in peaceful show,

And greet your sons! drums beat and trumpets blow!

Make merry, wives! ye little children, stun
Your grandames' ears with pleasure of your
noise!

Clap, infants, clap your hands! Divine must be
That triumph, when the very worst, the pain,
And even the prospect of our brethren slain,
Had something in it which the heart enjoys:-
In glory will they sleep and endless sanctity.

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XII.

NOVEMBER, 1806.

ANOTHER year!—another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown !
And we are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dare to struggle with the Foe.
'Tis well! from this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought;
That by our own right hands it must be wrought,
That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
O dastard whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant; not a servile band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand.

1806.

XIII.

THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION
OF SWITZERLAND.

Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice:
In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,
They were thy chosen music, Liberty!
There came a tyrant, and with holy glee

Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven:

Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven,

Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft ; Then cleave, oh, cleave, to that which still is left;

For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That Mountain floods should thunder as before, And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore,

And neither awful Voice be heard by thee! 1807.

SONNETS:

TOUR ON CONTINENT, 1820.

I.

FISH-WOMEN ON LANDING AT CALAIS.

'TIS said, fantastic ocean doth enfold
The likeness of whate'er on land is seen;
But, if the Nereid Sisters and their Queen,
Above whose heads the tide so long hath

rolled,

The Dames resemble whom we here behold,
How terrible beneath the opening waves

To sink, and meet them in their fretted caves,
Withered, grotesque-immeasurably old,
And shrill and fierce in accent!-Fear it not;
For they Earth's fairest daughters do excel;
Pure undecaying beauty is their lot;
Their voices into liquid music swell,

Thrilling each pearly cleft and sparry grot― The undisturbed abodes where Sea-nymphs dwell!

1820.

II.

BRUGES.

THE Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined

In sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet song,
In picture, speaking with heroic tongue,
And with devout solemnities entwined-
Mounts to the seat of grace within the mind:
Hence Forms that glide with swan-like ease

along;

Hence motions, even amid the vulgar throng,
To an harmonious decency confined;

As if the streets were consecrated ground,
The city one vast temple-dedicate
To mutual respect in thought and deed;
To leisure, to forbearances sedate;

To social cares from jarring passions freed;
A deeper peace than that in deserts found!

1820.

III.

SCENERY BETWEEN NAMUR AND LIÉGE. WHAT lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose? Is this the stream, whose cities, heights, and

plains,

War's favourite playground, are with crimson stains

Familiar, as the Morn with pearly dews?

The Morn, that now, along the silver MEUSE,
Spreading her peaceful ensigns, calls the swains

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