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THE HIGHER PANTHEISM.
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains —
Is not the Vision He? tho' He be not that which He seems?
Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb,
Dark is the world to thee: thyself art the reason why;
Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet-
God is law, say the wise; 0 Soul, and let us rejoice,
Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool;
The Peak is high and fush'd
At his highest with sunrise fire;
And the thought of a man is higher.
A deep below the deep,
And a height beyond the height! Our hearing is not hearing,
And our seeing is not sight.
Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life
in him, May trust himself; and after praise and
fruit Which in our winter woodland looks a
flower. 1 1 The fruit of the Spindle-tree (Euonymus Europæus).
The voice and the Peak
Far into heaven withdrawn,
FLOWER in the crannied wall, pluck you out of the crannies, michi in little.
*They that scorn the tribes and call us Britain's barbarous populaces,
Blacken round the Roman carrion, make the carcase a skeleton,
* Hear it, Gods! the Gods have heard it, O Icenian, O Coritanian! Doubt not ye the Gods have answer’d, Catieuchlanian, Trinobant. These have told us all their anger in miraculous utterances, Thunder, a flying fire in heaven, a murmur heard aërially, Phantom sound of blows descending, muan of an enemy massacred, Phantom wail of women and children, multitudinous agonies. Bloodily flow'd the Tamesa rolling phantom bodies of horses and men; Then a phantom colony smoulder'd on the refluent estuary ; Lastly yonder yester-even, suddenly giddily tottering There was one who watch'd and told me – down their statue of Victory fell. Lo their precious Roman bantling, lo the colony Cámulodune, Shall we teach it a Roman lesson? shall we care to be pitiful? Shall we deal with it as an infant? shall we dandle it amorously?
* Hear Icenian, Catieuchlanian, hear Coritanian, Trinobant! While I roved about the forest, long and bitterly meditating, There I heard them in the darkness, at the mystical ceremony, Loosely robed in flying raiment, sang the terrible prophetesses, “ Fear not, isle of blowing woodland, isle of silvery parapets ! Tho' the Roman eagle shadow thee, tho' the gathering enemy narrow thee, Thou shalt wax and he shall dwindle, thou shalt be the mighty one yet! Thine the liberty, thine the glory, thine the deeds to be celebrated, Thine the myriad-rolling ocean, light and shadow illimitable, Thine the lands of lasting summer, many-blossoming Paradises, Thine the North and thine the South and thine the battle-thunder of God," So they chanted: how shall Britain light upon auguries happier ? So they chanted in the darkness, and there cometh a victory now.
‘Hear Icenian, Catieuchlanian, hear Coritanian, Trinobant ! Me the wife of rich Prasutagus, me the lover of liberty, Me they seized and me they tortured, me they lash'd and humiliated, Me the sport of ribald Veterans, mine of ruffian violators! See they sit, they hide their faces, miserable in ignominy! Wherefore in me burns an anger, not by blood to be satiated. Lo the palaces and the temple, lo the colony Cámulodune! There they ruled, and thence they wasted all the flourishing territory, Thither at their will they haled the yellow-ringleted Britoness Bloodily, bloodily fall the battle-axe, unexhausted, inexorable. Shout Icenian, Catieuchlanian, shout Coritanian, Trinobant, Till the victim hear within and yearn to hurry precipitously Like the leaf in a roaring whirlwind, like the smoke in a hurricane whirl'd. Lo the colony, there they rioted in the city of Cúnobeline ! There they drank in cups of emerald, there at tables of ebony lay, Rolling on their purple couches in their tender effeminacy. There they dwelt and there they rioted; there -- there - they dwell no more.
Burst the gates, and burn the palaces, break the works of the statuary,
So the Queen Boädicéa, standing loftily charioted,
ON TRANSLATIONS OF HOMER.
Hexameters and Pentameters.
These lame hexameters the strong-wing'd music of Homer!
No-but a most burlesque barbarous experiment.
When did a frog coarser croak upon our Helicon?
Barbarous experiment, barbarous hexameters.
Milton, a name to resound for ages; Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel, Starr'd from Jehovah's gorgeous ar
Tower, as the deep-domed empyrëan
Rings to the roar of an angel onset Me rather all that bowery loneliness, The brooks of Eden mazily mur ring And bloom profuse and cedar arches
Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean, Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle, And crimson-hued the stately palm
woods Whisper in odorous heights of even.
And each beside his chariot bound his Cattutus
own; O You chorus of indolent reviewers, And oxen from the city, and goodly Irresponsible, indolent reviewers,
sheep Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem In haste they drove, and honey-hearted All composed in a metre of Catullus,
wine All in quantity, careful of my motion, And bread from out the houses brought, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears
and heap'd him,
Their firewood, and the winds from off Lest I fall unawares before the people,
the plain Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Rollid the rich vapour far into the Should I founder awhile without a tumble
heaven. Thro' this metrification of Catullus, And these all night upon the bridge 1 of They should speak to me not without a welcome,
Sat glorying; many a fire before them All that chorus of indolent reviewers.
blazed : Hard, hard, hard is it, only not to As when in heaven the stars about the tumble,
moon So fantastical is the dainty metre.
Look beautiful, when all the winds are Wherefore slight me not wholly, nor
laid, believe me
And every height comes out, and jutting Too presumptuous, indolent reviewers.
peak O blatant Magazines, regard me rather - And valley, and the immeasurable heavens Since I blush to belaud myself a mo. Break open to their highest, and all the ment
stars As some rare little rose, a piece of inmost Shine, and the Shepherd gladdens in his Horticultural art, or half coquette-like
heart: Maiden, not to be greeted unbenignly. So many a fire between the ships and
Of Xanthus blazed before the towers of SPECIMEN OF A TRANSLATION
Troy, OF THE ILIAD IN BLANK A thousand on the plain; and close by VERSE.
Sat fifty in the blaze of burning fire; So Hector spake; the Trojans roar'd And eating hoary grain and pulse the applause;
steeds, Then loosed their sweating horses from Fixt by their cars, waited the golden the yoke,
dawn. Iliad viii. 542-561. 1 Or, ridge.
nise can come
shows how near classic Tuck.