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SUNSHINE AFTER A SHOWER.
EVER after summer shower,
with slimy trail ;
WAETON. ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
YE distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watery glade,
Her Henry's holy shade;
ye that from the stately brow
His silver-winding way:
Ah ! happy hills,-ah! pleasing shade,
Ah! fields beloved in vain,
A stranger yet to pain !
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
To breathe a second spring.
Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen
Full many a sprightly race,
The paths of pleasure trace,
ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
Who foremost now delight to cleave
The captive linnet which enthral ?
succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed,
urge the flying ball ?
While some, on earnest business bent,
Their murm'ring labours ply,
To sweeten liberty ;
And unknown regions dare descry ;
And snatch a fearful joy.
Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possess'd ; The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue ; Wild wit, invention ever new,
And lively cheer, of vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light,
That fly th' approach of morn.
WAR FOR LIBERTY.
My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose-Slavery or Death ? No; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him. Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage. Rise, fathers, rise ?—'tis Rome demands your help! Rise, and revenge her slaughter'd citizens, Or share their fate; the corpse of half her senate Manure the fields of Thessaly, while we Sit here deliberating in cold debates, If we should sacrifice our lives to honour, Or wear them out in servitude and chains. Rouse up, for shame! Our brothers of Pharsalia Point at their wounds, and cry aloud,—To battle ! Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow v; And Scipio's ghost walks unrevenged amongst us!
YE valleys low, where the mild whispers use
* Rathe, early; hence the comparative, rather, which, in its original sense, signifies sooner.