XXXVII. Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou! To the astounded kingdoms all inert, Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert. XXXVIII. Oh, more or less than man-in high or low, Look through thine own, nor curb the lust of war, XXXIX. Yet well thy soul hath brook'd the turning ide With that untaught innate philosophy, Which, be it wisdom, coldness, or deep pride, Is gall and wormwood to an enemy. When the whole host of hatred stood hard by, To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled When fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child, XL. Sager than in thy fortunes; for in them Ambition steel'd thee on too far to show That just habitual scorn, which could contemn Men and their thoughts; 'twas wise to feel, not so To wear it ever on thy lip and brow, And spurn the instruments thou wert to use Till they were turn'd unto thine overthrow; "Tis but a worthless world to win or lose; So hath it proved to thee, and all such lot who choose. XLI. If, like a tower upon a headlong rock, Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone, Such scorn of man had help'd to brave the shock; But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne, Their admiration thy best weapon shone; The part of Philip's son was thine, not then (Unless aside thy purple had been thrown) Like stern Diogenes to mock at men; For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.* XLII. But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire XXIII. This makes the madmen who have made men mad Are theirs! One breast laid open were a school XLIV. Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, XLV. He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find And thus reward the toils which to those summits led. XLVI. Away with these! true Wisdom's world will be Within its own creation, or in thine, The great error of Napoleon, "if we have writ our annals true," was a continued obtrusion on mankind of his want of all community of feeling for or with them; perhaps more offensive to human vanity than the active cruelty of more trembling and suspicious tyranny. Such were his speeches to public assemblies as well as individuals; and the single expression which he is said to have used on returning to Paris after the Russian winter had destroyed his army, rubbing his hands over a fire,This is pleasanter than Moscow," would probably alienate more favour from his cause than the destruction and reverses which led to the remark.-B. Maternal Nature! for who teems like thee, A blending of all beauties; streams and dells, XLVII. And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind, And those which waved are shredless dust ere now, XLVIII. Beneath these battlements, within those walls, Power dwelt amidst her passion; in proud state Doing his evil will, nor less elate Than mightier heroes of a longer date. What want these outlaws conquerors should have? A wider space, an ornamented grave? Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full as brave. XLIX. In their baronial feuds and single fields, And many a tower for some fair mischief won, L. But thou, exulting and abounding river! Through banks whose beauty would endure for ever Could man but leave thy bright creation so, Nor its fair promise from the surface now With the sharp scythe of conflict, then to see Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to me, Even now what wants thy stream?- that it should Lethe be "What wants that knave that a king should have?" was King James's question on meeting Johnny Armstrong and his followers in full accoutrements.-See the Ballad.-B. LI. A thousand battles have assail'd thy banks, till undivided, and cemented more By peril, dreaded most in female eyes; ut this was firm, and from a foreign shore Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour! |