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into dust.

And Ardennes waves above them her green Ardennes, the forest

leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Waterloo, and
Grieving, if aught inanimate * e'er grieves,

tends over portions Over the unreturning brave,--alas ! 50 Ere evening to be trodden like the grass, Inanimate, without

Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
In its next verdure ; when this fiery mass

Of living valour, rolling on the foe
And burning with high hope, shall moulder * cold Moulder, to crumble

and low !
55 Last noon beheld them full of lusty life;

Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ;
The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife;
The morn the marshalling * in arms the day Marshalling, arrang.
Battle's magnificently stern array.

ing 60 The thunder-clouds close o'er it--which when

Rent, divided.
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and Pent, packed

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Blent, mingled, mixed Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent.* together,

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LINES ADDRESSED TO HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE.

W. Cowper. On that those lips * had language ! Life hath Those lips. The poet passed

was looking at a picWith me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine; thy own sweet smile I to him in 1790, ten

years before hisdeath. see,

Solaced, cheered, The same that oft in childhood solaced * me;

Chase, drive away. 5 Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,

Intelligence, thought“Grieve not, my child; chase * all thy fears fulness, understand

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Art, the art of paint-
The meek intelligence * of those dear eyes ing.
(Blessed be the art * that can immortalise,* Immortalise, lasting
The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim *

for ever, here means

the lasting property 10 To quench it !) here shines on me still the of the picture.

Tyrannicclaim, when

the hour of a person's Faithful remembrancer * of one so dear !

death arrives, Time, O welcome guest, though unexpected here ! like a tyrant, will take Who bid'st me honour with an artless song,

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15 Precept, a command But gladly, as the precept * were her own; Filial grief, the sor

And, while that face renews my filial grief,* rowing of a child for Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, its parents.

Shall steep me in Elysian * reverie, * Elysian, perfect hap. A momentary dream that thou art she.

heavenly. Reverie, meditation. My mother! when I learned that thou wast

dead, Conscious, aware of. Say, wast thou conscious * of the tears I shed ?

Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch, &c., he began Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? to taste the miseries Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unfelt, a kiss— 25

His mother Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss : died when he was Ah, that maternal * smile, it answers, Yes. only six years old.

I heard the bell tolled on thy burial-day ; Bliss, perfect happi

I saw the hearse * that bore thee slow away ; Maternal, belonging And, turning from my nursery window, drew to a mother.

30 Hearse, a carriage in a long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu.* which dead bodies are But was it such? It was. Where thou art gone conveyed for burial.

Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. Adieu, good-bye. Peaceful shore, The May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,* ancients thought that The parting word shall pass my lips no more. 35 over a river to get to Thy maidens,* grieved themselves at my con

cern, Maidens, female ser- Oft gave me promise of thy quick return : My concern, my fret- What ardently I wished, I long believed, ting and sorrow. And, disappointed still, was still deceived ; By expectation every day beguiled,

40 Dupe of to-morrow, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. deceived as to the Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Stock, supply, store. Till

, all my stock * of infant sorrow spent, Lot, one's position in I learned at last submission to my lot, *

But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 45

Where once we dwelt our name is heard no Dame is forgotten.

more: Bauble, a gay showy Children not thine have trod my nursery-floor; article, not having

And where the gardener Robin day by day Pastoral house, the Drew me to school along the public way, Rectory of Berkhampstead. where Cowper Delighted with my bauble * coach, and wrapped 50 was born ; a clergy. In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capped, man's dwelling. Short-liveil possession,

'Tis now become a history little known, poet and

his That once we called the pastoral house * our parents lived there Effaced, blotted or Short-lived possession ! * but the record fair Themes, the subjects Still outlives many a storm that has effaced

That memory keeps of all thy kindness there 55 a person thinks of or

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Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, Safe, safely.
That thou mightst know me safe * and warmly

laid ; 60 Thy morning bounties * ere I left my home, Bounties, gifts, preThe biscuit, or confectionery plum;

Confectionery plum, The fragrant * waters on my cheeks bestowed a plum prepared with By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and sugar.

Fragrant, sweetglowed :

smelling. All this, and more endearing still than all, Knero no fall, was 65 Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall," always

never grew less, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks * Cataracts and breaks, That humour * interposed too often makes : a waterfall, making a All this, still legible* in Memory's page,

great noise and dis

turbance, as a person And still to be so to my latest age,

does when giving way 70 Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay

to passion. Such honours to thee as my numbers * may ; or fancy.

Humour, one's whim Perhaps a frail * memorial,* but sincere- Legible, plain, disNot scorned in heaven, though little noticed tinct

Numbers, verses, here.

poetry. Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the Frail

, not strong, hours,

Memorial, something 75 When, playing with thy vesture's tissued to assist the memory. flowers,*

Tissued flowers,

flowers woven in the The violet,* the pink, and jessamine, * I prick’d them into paper with a pin

Violet and jessamine, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, small flowers which

are prized on account Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and of their sweet smell.

smile), 80 Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Dear delight, great Might one wish bring them, would I wish joy: them here?

Nl requite, badly re.

pay. I would not trust my heart; the dear delight To constrain to comSeems so to be desired, perhaps I might.

pel, to force back.

Unbound spirit, free But no ; what here we call our life is such, from the earthly body. 85 So little to be loved, and thou so much, Albion, the name by

which England was That I should ill requite * thee to constrain knownin olden times, Thy unbound spirit * into bonds again.

and so called from its Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's * coast white chalk cliffs.

port, (The storms all weathered, and the ocean glides quickly into crossed)

the harbour.

Quiescent, quiet, in a 90 Shoots into port * at some well-favoured isle,

state of repose. Where spices breathe and brighter seasons Airs impregnated, the smile,

a fragrance as of in. There sits quiescent* on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, Streamers gay, bright

looking flags or ban. While airs impregnated * with incense play

ners streaming of 95 Around her, fanning light her streamers gay—* flying in the wind.

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“Where tempests never beat nor billows roar ;”. Consort, a companion, And thy loved consort * on the dangerous tide husband or wife. The Of life long since has anchored by thy side. poet's father, who died nineteen years But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest,

Always from port withheld, alwaysdistressed, Derious, wandering, Me howling blasts drive devious,* tempest

of the . Tempest tosseil, beat.

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about by the Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and com-

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ment used by sailors And day by day some current's thwarting *

assist them in force steering their ships; Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. 105 it is usually called the

Com. Yet, oh! the thought that thou art safe, and pass."

he! Thwarting, hindering, defeating. That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. Deduce, to draw from. My boast is not that I deduce * my birth

From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; Pretensions, claims. But higher far my proud pretensions * rise- 110

The son of parents passed into the skies.

And now, farewell! Time unrevoked has run Wonted, usual. His wonted* course, yet what I wished is done. Contemplation, study, By contemplation's * help, not sought in vain,

I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again,- 115

To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Violating, injuring. Without the sin of violating * thine ;

And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, . Mimic show, an imi. And I can view this mimic show * of thee,

show, here Time has but half succeeded in his theft meaning the picture.

Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.

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In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware flows

Delaware's * waters, miles from its source Guarding in sylvan * shades the name of Penn* tains to Delaware Bay.

the apostle, Sylvan, wooded.

Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream Penn, the founder of a colony of English

the city he founded. Quakers in 1682 in There from the troubled sea had Evangeline Pennsylvania, U. S.

landed, an exile, his native Finding among the children of Penn a home country.

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Patience and abnegation of self,* and devotion Abnegation of self, to others,*

denying herself all This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow Devotion to others.

pleasure. had taught her.

After years of fruitless Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but search for Gabriel, to follow

settled among the Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of Quakers, and spent our Saviour,

love and charity. Thus many years she lived as a Sister of

Mercy; frequenting
Lonely and wretched roofs in the crowded

lanes of the city.
Night after night, when the world was asleep,

as the watchman repeated
Loud, through the gusty * streets, that all was Gusty, windy, stormy

well in the city,
High at some lonely window he saw the light
of her taper.*

Taper, a small wax 15 Then it came to pass that a pestilence * fell on

Pestilence, a plague, the city.

a catching, deadly Thither, by night and by day, came the Sister sickness

of Mercy:
Thus, on a Sabbath morn, through the streets

deserted and silent,
Wending * her quiet way, she entered the door Wending, going.

of the almshouse.
And, with light in her looks, she entered the

chambers of sickness. 20 Many a languid * head, upraised as Evangeline Languid, weak, ex

entered,
Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she

Her presence, &c.,
passed, for her presence
Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on forted the sick in
the walls of a prison.

their greatest misery. Suddenly, as if arrested * by fear or a feeling Arrested, stopped.

of wonder,
Still she stood, with her colourless lips apart,

while a shudder
25 Ran through ber frame, and forgotten, the

flowerets dropped from her fingers,
And from her eyes and cheeks the light and

bloom of the morning.
Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such
terrible anguish,*

Terrible anguish,
That the dying heard it, and started

dreadful pain of mind. from

up their pillows. On the pallet * before her was stretched the Pallet, a bed of straw,

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