the miscellaneous writings and speeches-3-第41节
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ek majorities； I sing； great Premier。 Oh； mysterious two； Lords of our fate； the Doctor and the Jew； If； by your care enriched； the aspiring clerk Quits the close alley for the breezy park； And Dolly's chops and Reid's entire resigns For odorous fricassees and costly wines； And you； great pair； through Windsor's shades who rove； The Faun and Dryad of the conscious grove； All； all inspire me； for of all I sing； Doctor and Jew； and Ms and Kg。 Thou； to the maudlin muse of Rydal dear； Thou more than Neptune； Lowther； lend thine ear。 At Neptune's voice the horse； with flowing mane And pawing hoof； sprung from the obedient plain； But at thy word the yawning earth； in fright； Engulf'd the victor steed from mortal sight。 Haste from thy woods； mine Arbuthnot； with speed； Rich woods； where lean Scotch cattle love to feed： Let Gaffer Gooch and Boodle's patriot band； Fat from the leanness of a plundered land； True Cincinnati； quit their patent ploughs； Their new steam…harrows； and their premium sows； Let all in bulky majesty appear； Roll the dull eye； and yawn th' unmeaning cheer。 Ye veteran Swiss； of senatorial wars； Who glory in your well…earned sticks and stars； Ye diners…out from whom we guard our spoons； Ye smug defaulters； ye obscene buffoons； Come all； of every race and size and form； Corruption's children； brethren of the worm； From those gigantic monsters who devour The pay of half a squadron in an hour； To those foul reptiles； doomed to night and scorn； Of filth and stench equivocally born； From royal tigers down to toads and lice； From Bathursts； Clintons； Fanes； to H and P； Thou last； by habit and by nature blest With every gift which serves a courtier best； The lap…dog spittle； the hyaena bile； The maw of shark； the tear of crocodile； Whate'er high station； undetermined yet； Awaits thee in the longing Cabinet； Whether thou seat thee in the room of Peel； Or from Lord Prig extort the Privy Seal； Or our Field…marshal…Treasurer fix on thee； A legal admiral； to rule the sea； Or Chancery…suits； beneath thy well known reign； Turn to their nap of fifty years again； （Already L； prescient of his fate； Yields half his woolsack to thy mightier weight；） Oh！ Eldon； in whatever sphere thou shine； For opposition sure will ne'er be thine； Though scowls apart the lonely pride of Grey； Though Devonshire proudly flings his staff away； Though Lansdowne； trampling on his broken chain； Shine forth the Lansdowne of our hearts again； Assist me thou； for well I deem； I see An abstract of my ample theme in thee。 Thou； as thy glorious self hath justly said； From earliest youth； wast pettifogger bred； And； raised to power by fortune's fickle will； Art head and heart a pettifogger still。 So； where once Fleet…ditch ran confessed； we vie A crowded mart and stately avenue； But the black stream beneath runs on the same； Still brawls in W's key；still stinks like H's name。 。。。
THE DELIVERANCE OF VIENNA。 TRANSLATED FROM VINCENZIO DA FILICAIA。 （Published in the 〃Winter's Wreath；〃 Liverpool； 1828。） 〃Le corde d'oro elette；〃 etc。 The chords； the sacred chords of gold； Strike； O Muse； in measure bold； And frame a sparkling wreath of joyous songs For that great God to whom revenge belongs。 Who shall resist his might； Who marshals for the fight Earthquake and thunder； hurricane and flame？ He smote the haughty race Of unbelieving Thrace； And turned their rage to fear； their pride to shame。 He looked in wrath from high； Upon their vast array； And； in the twinkling of an eye； Tambour； and trump； and battle…cry； And steeds； and turbaned infantry； Passed like a dream away。 Such power defends the mansions of the just： But； like a city without walls； The grandeur of the mortal falls Who glories in his strength； and makes not God his trust。 The proud blasphemers thought all earth their own； They deemed that soon the whirlwind of their ire Would sweep down tower and palace； dome and spire； The Christian altars and the Augustan throne。 And soon； they cried； shall Austria bow To the dust her lofty brow。 The princedoms of Almayne Shall wear the Phrygian chain； In humbler waves shall vassal Tiber roll； And Rome a slave forlorn； Her laurelled tresses shorn； Shall feel our iron in her inmost soul。 Who shall bid the torrent stay？ Who shall bar the lightning's way？ Who arrest the advancing van Of the fiery Ottoman？ As the curling smoke…wreaths fly When fresh breezes clear the sky； Passed away each swelling boast Of the misbelieving host。 From the Hebrus rolling far Came the murky cloud of war； And in shower and tempest dread Burst on Austria's fenceless head。 But not for vaunt or threat Didst Thou； O Lord； forget The flock so dearly bought； and loved so well。 Even in the very hour Of guilty pride and power Full on the circumcised Thy vengeance fell。 Then the fields were heaped with dead； Then the streams with gore were red； And every bird of prey； and every beast； From wood and cavern thronged to Thy great feast。 What terror seized the fiends obscene of Nile！ How wildly； in his place of doom beneath； Arabia's lying prophet gnashed his teeth； And cursed his blighted hopes and wasted guile！ When； at the bidding of Thy sovereign might； Flew on their destined path Thy messages of wrath； Riding on storms and wrapped in deepest night。 The Phthian mountains saw； And quaked with mystic awe： The proud Sultana of the Straits bowed down Her jewelled neck and her embattled crown。 The miscreants； as they raised their eyes Glaring defiance on Thy skies； Saw adverse winds and clouds display The terrors of their black array； Saw each portentous star Whose fiery aspect turned of yore to flight The iron chariots of the Canaanite Gird its bright harness for a deadlier war。 Beneath Thy withering look Their limbs with palsy shook； Scattered on earth the crescent banners lay； Trembled with panic fear Sabre and targe and spear； Through the proud armies of the rising day。 Faint was each heart； unnerved each hand； And； if they strove to charge or stand Their efforts were as vain As his who； scared in feverish sleep By evil dreams； essays to leap； Then backward falls again。 With a crash of wild dismay； Their ten thousand ranks gave way； Fast they broke； and fast they fled； Trampled； mangled； dying； dead； Horse and horsemen mingled lay； Till the mountains of the slain Raised the valleys to the plain。 Be all the glory to Thy name divine！ The swords were our's； the arm； O Lord； was Thine。 Therefore to Thee； beneath whose footstool wait The powers which erring man calls Chance and Fate； To Thee who hast laid low The pride of Europe's foe； And taught Byzantium's sullen lords to fear； I pour my spirit out In a triumphant shout； And call all ages and all lands to hear。 Thou who evermore endurest； Loftiest； mightiest； wisest； purest； Thou whose will destroys or saves； Dread of tyrants； hope of slaves； The wreath of glory is from Thee； And the red sword of victory。 There where exulting Danube's flood Runs stained with Islam's noblest blood From that tremendous field； There where in mosque the tyrants met； And from the crier's minaret Unholy summons pealed； Pure shrines and temples now shall be Decked for a worship worthy Thee。 To Thee thy whole creation pays With mystic sympathy its praise； The air； the earth； the seas： The day shines forth with livelier beam； There is a smile upon the stream； An anthem on the breeze。 Glory； they cry； to Him whose might Hath turned the barbarous foe to flight； Whose arm protects with power divine The city of his favoured line。 The caves； the woods； the rocks； repeat the sound； The everlasting hills roll the long echoes round。 But； if Thy rescued church may dare Still to besiege Thy throne with prayer； Sheathe not； we implore Thee； Lord； Sheathe not Thy victorious sword。 Still Panonia pines away； Vassal of a double sway： Still Thy servants groan in chains； Still the race which hates Thee reigns： Part the living from the dead： Join the members to the head： Snatch Thine own sheep from yon fell monster's hold； Let one kind shepherd rule one undivided fold。 He is the victor； only he Who reaps the fruits of victory。 We conquered once in vain； When foamed the Ionian waves with gore； And heaped Lepanto's stormy shore With wrecks and Moslem slain。 Yet wretched Cyprus never broke The Syrian tyrant's iron yoke。 Shall the twice vanquished foe Again repeat his blow？ Shall Europe's sword be hung to rust in peace？ Nolet the red…cross ranks Of the triumphant Franks Bear swift deliverance to the shrines of Greece And in her inmost heart let Asia feel The avenging plagues of Western fire and steel。 Oh God！ for one short moment raise The veil which hides those glorious days。 The flying foes I see Thee urge Even to the river's headlong verge。 Close on their rear the loud uproar Of fierce pursuit from Ister's shore Comes pealing on the wind； The Rab's wild waters are before； The Christian sword behind。 Sons of perdition； speed your flight； No earthly spear is in the rest； No earthly champion leads to fight The warriors of the West。 The Lord of Host asserts His old renown； Scatters； and smites； and slays； and tramples down。 Fast； fast beyond what mortal tongue can say； Or mortal fancy dream； He rushes on his prey： Till； with the terrors of the wondrous theme Bewildered； and appalled； I cease to sing； And close my da
