Part 24 (1/2)

For ne'er, O Liberty! with partial aiht or damp'd thy holy fla my head and wept at Britain's nah Blasphemy's loud screah all the fierce and drunken passions wove A dance more wild than e'er waseast asseht!”

And when, to soothe my soul, that hoped and treht; When France her front deep-scarr'd and gory Conceal'd with clustering wreaths of glory; When, insupportably advancing, Her arm made lancing, Domestic treason, crush'd beneath her fatal staore: Then I reproach'd my fears that would not flee; ”And soon,” I said, ”shall Wisdoroan!

And, conquering by her happiness alone, Shall France compel the nations to be free, Till Love and Joy look round, and call the earth their own”

IV

Forgive ive those dreams!

I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud laroans upon her blood-stain'd streams!

Heroes, that for your peaceful country perish'd, And ye that, fleeing, spot your ive ht that ever bless'd your cruel foes!

To scatter rage, and traitorous guilt, Where Peace her jealous home had built; A patriot-race to disinherit Of all that made their stormy wilds so dear, And with inexpiable spirit To taint the bloodless freedom of the mountaineer,-- O France, that mockest Heaven, adulterous, blind, And patriot only in pernicious toils, Are these thy boasts, chas in the low lust of sway, Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous prey; To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray?

V

The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own coaraven on a heavier chain!

O Liberty! with profitless endeavor Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour; But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power

Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee (Nor prayer, nor boastful name delays thee), Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions, And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves, Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions, The guide of homeless winds, and playmate of the waves!

And there I felt thee!--on that sea-cliff's verge, Whose pines, scarce travell'd by the breeze above, Had e!

Yes, while I stood and gaz'd, h earth, sea, and air, Possessing all things with intensest love, O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there

xxxIII COMPLAINT AND REPROOF

COLERIDGE

I

How seldoreat man inherits Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains!

It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains

II

For sha strain!

What wouldst thou have a good great ilded chain-- Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain?-- Greatness and goodness are not means but ends!

Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great hts, regular as infant's breath;-- And three firht,-- Hiel Death