LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS, OB. ANNO DOM. 1088. No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope Soon shall I now before my God appear, By him to be acquitted, as I hope; By him to be condemned, as I fear. REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE. Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed, All are not strong alike through storms to steer death And dungeon torture made thy hand and breath Inconstant to the truth within thy heart? That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice didst start, Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife, Or not so vital as to claim thy life: And myriads had reached Heaven, who never knew Where lay the difference 'twixt the false and true! Ye, who secure 'mid trophies not your own, Judge him who won them when he stood alone, And proudly talk of recreant Berengare― O first the age, and then the man compare! That age how dark! congenial minds how rare! No host of friends with kindred zeal did burn! No throbbing hearts awaited his return! Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell, He only disenchanted from the spell, Like the weak worm that gems the starless night, And was it strange if he withdrew the ray The ascending day-star with a bolder eye Hath lit each dew-drop on our trimmer lawn! Yet not for this, if wise, shall we decry The spots and struggles of the timid dawn; Lest so we tempt th' approaching noon to scorn The mists and painted vapours of our morn. NOT AT HOME. THAT Jealousy may rule a mind She has a strange cast in her ee, Ask for her and she'll be denied:- WORK WITHOUT HOPE. LINES COMPOSED 21ST FEBRUARY, 1827. ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing— Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE. HER attachment may differ from yours in degree, Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature revealing, Grows ashamed of itself, and demurs : If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling, You must lower down your state to hers. MOLES. -THEY shrink in, as Moles (Nature's mute monks, live mandrakes of the ground) [sound;Creep back from Light-then listen for its See but to dread, and dread they know not whyThe natural alien of their negative eye. |