WILLIAM 1770-1850. LONDON, 1802. O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look For coinfort, being as I am opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handiwork of craftsman, cook, WILLIAM 1770-1850. LONDON, 1802. MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free; So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. WILLIAM WORTH. 1770-1850. BRITISH FREEDOM. It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom which to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible knights of old; That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold. WILLIAM 1770-1850. UNFILIAL FEARS. WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers and desert But when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. But dearly must we prize thee; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men; And I by my affection was beguiled. What wonder if a poet now and then, Among the many movements of his mind, Felt for thee as a lover or a child? WILLIAM 1770--1850. NOVEMBER, 1806. ANOTHER year!-another deadly blow! Another mighty Empire overthrown! And we are left, or shall be left, alone; 'Tis well! from this day forward we shall know |