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Pt ^ etry .- ^^ Vtf ^ s oceusiQH 4 sd by trading Southey \ Cat-men Triumphal e . 243
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W $ re fee thy pew * auoi >^ am , gi ^ af vV - 7 »* Drawn from his ow » refai # ^ ul ; giery ; Hadst thou the a 2 « ire fijeld of beav ' n ,. r- On which to trace the blissful story—* Jfet worild Some envtous wretch he found , kc IH bigotry ' s dark mantle brooding , To wrap his Vest- in ore closely roond , The golden scroll of life excluding . Xho' from , his shroud false light * nings dart ,
And envy ' s serpents hiss around thee ; Vain is each insidious art , That seeks to baffle or confound thee . For thou—propp'd on tU * eternal arm , With nierey ' s wings about thee hov ' ring , Sfe alt every latent foe disarm—Meet ness and truth thy shield and , cov ' ring .
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VERSES , Occasioned by reading- Southey ' s Carmen Tttumphale , , By the late Edward Rushto \ % [ From the Liverpool Mercury . ]
When man ' great curse , despotic sway , Sweeps myriads from the realms of day ; Vben wide o ' er all the Christian world Destruction ' s banners are unfurl'd ; Whea Europe with exhaustion reels , Yet nor remorse nor pity feels ; At this dread period Sou they stands , The wild harp trembling in his Jiands ;—And whilst fanatic furor fires his mind , t
** Glory to God > " he cries , ** deliv ' raitce Jbr mankind /" Ah , Southey , if thy boyish brood Were prone to shed each other ' s blood , Thou couldst not with unruffled mien Behold the agonizing scene : Why then suppose the Sire of All Is pleased to see his creatures fall ;
Why then , if carnage strew the ground , And groans , and shrieks , and yells abound > Wby tpei \) if ruthless havock lord it wide , Should Bigot rage exult , and God be glorified ?
^ , grie ve when ejirt h is drench'd with , g , ore > v And realms wi ^ n woe are cpver'd o ' er ; I grieve , and reprobate the plan Of thanking God for slaughter'd man : &ot can r hope that lawless sway , Frerce ai a tiger o ' er bis prey , Will ever uncompeU'd resign x Tbat power tlie priest prpclat ^ s divine : No , Soutbey , no \ oppre ^ spra ne ' er uobifH ) j TiAvj ^ aOr ^ htgh-mipck d jaan n ^ a st Iterat e mankind .
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. Agp ^ iir ^ by , superstitious cares , De ? pQ % s of yore have crown'd their bcrre , But when , Oh , Southey ! tell me wfeen Have despots raised their slaves to men ? Vot ' ries of power , to this th ^ y bend , For this eternally contend ; Whilst man , let despots rise or fall , Poor abject man submits to all ; And should bis wrongs beyond endurance swell , Here glares the state ' s red arm , and there an endless hell .
Whether of home or foreign growth ^ All despots from my soul I loath ; And as to lights—I should as soon Expect a inessage from the moon , As hope to see a courtly train Combin'd to cherish freedom ' s reign—Combin'd to humanise the heart , And bid the nurse ' s ^ dreams depart : "No , Southey , no \ those scourges , when combin'd , May desolate a world , but never free mankind .
If proof be wanting , France may shew , In man ' s great cause how monarchs glow : Thou know ' st , when one immortal stroke Her lacerating shackles broke ; Thou know ' st how Europe ' s savage swarms Flew , like infuriate fiends , to arms ; And how the vauntibg legions came , To quench a never-dying flame ; And well thou know ' st how France sublimely rose , Bared her resistless arm , and crush'd th * aggressing foes .
If proof be wanting , turn thine cye » Where poor partition'd Poland lies ; By many a barb ' rous band assaiI'd , In freedom ' cause she fought , she fail'd ; She saw her children bite the dust , Q ' erwhelm'd by rapine , murder , lust ; She saw her cities blaie , and all That ' scaped the flames by ruffians fall ; Transfix'd by groves of pikes , she beard
them groan , Then back into the flames saw writhing thousands thrown . Poor prostrate Poland ! here we find How despots liberate mankind ; And here , unblushing bard , we see The savage hordes extol I'd by thee : But whether minstrels change : with times ,
And scatter flpw ' rs o ' er courtly crimes j Or truth ' s firm sons imprison'd lie / Or priests the reasoning pow ' rs decry ; Soon , like those brutes that shun the nightly fire From freedom ' s . holy flame shall man ' j ? fierce ftes retire *
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1817, page 243, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2463/page/51/
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