HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your Books the record shall be found, "A Watchword was pronounced, a potent sound, ARMINIUS!-all the people quaked like dew Stirred by the breeze-they rose, a Nation, true, True to itself—the mighty Germany,
She of the Danube and the Northern sea, She rose, and off at once the yoke she threw. All power was given her in the dreadful trance— Those new-born Kings she withered like a flame." -Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame
To that Bavarian who did first advance
His banner in accursed league with France, Traitor to her sacred name!
COMPOSED WHILE THE AUTHOR WAS ENGAGED IN WRITING
A TRACT, OCCASIONED BY THE CONVENTION OF CINTRA,
Nor 'mid the World's vain objects that enslave
The free-born Soul,-that world whose vaunted skill In selfish interest perverts the will,
Whose factions lead astray the wise and brave; Not there! but in dark wood and rocky cave, And hollow vale which foaming torrents fill With omnipresent murmur as they rave Down their steep beds that never shall be still: Here, mighty Nature!-in this school sublime I weigh the hopes and fears of suffering Spain: For her consult the auguries of time, And through the human heart explore my way, And look and listen,-gathering where I may Triumph, and thoughts no bondage can restrain.
COMPOSED AT THE SAME TIME, AND ON THE SAME OCCASION.
I DROPPED my pen;-and listened to the wind That sang of trees up-torn and vessels tost;
-A midnight harmony, and wholly lost
To the general sense of men by chains confined Of business, care, or pleasure, or resigned To timely sleep.-Thought I, the impassioned strain, Which, without aid of numbers, I sustain, Like acceptation from the World will find, Yet some with apprehensive ear shall drink A dirge devoutly breathed o'er sorrows past, And to the attendant promise will give heed, The prophecy, like that of this wild blast, Which, while it makes the heart with sadness shrink,
Tells also of bright calms that shall succeed.
OF mortal Parents is the Hero born By whom the undaunted Tyrolese are led? Or is it Tell's great Spirit, from the dead Returned to animate an age forlorn?
He comes like Phoebus through the gates of morn When dreary darkness is discomfited:
Yet mark his modest state!-upon his head, That simple crest-a heron's plume-is worn. O Liberty! they stagger at the shock;
The Murderers are aghast; they strive to flee And half their Host is buried:-rock on rock Descends :-beneath this godlike Warrior, see! Hills, Torrents, Woods, embodied to bemock The Tyrant, and confound his cruelty.
ADVANCE-Come forth from thy Tyrolean ground Dear Liberty!-stern Nymph of soul untamed, Sweet Nymph, Oh! rightly of the mountains named! Through the long chain of Alps from mound to mound And o'er the eternal snows, like Echo, bound,— Like Echo, when the Hunter-train at dawn Have rouzed her from her sleep: and forest-lawn, Cliffs, woods, and caves her viewless steps resound And babble of her pastime!-On, dread Power, With such invisible motion speed thy flight,
Through hanging clouds, from craggy height to height, Through the green vales and through the Herdsman's bower,
That all the Alps may gladden in thy might, Here, there, and in all places at one hour.
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