Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (139 page)

 
To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign,
I turn; and France displays her bright domain.
  
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Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease,
Pleas’d with thyself, whom all the world can please,
How often have I led thy sportive choir,
With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire?
Where shading elms along the margin grew,
  
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And freshen’d from the wave the zephyr flew;
And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still,
But mock’d all tune, and marr’d the dancer’s skill;
Yet would the village praise my wondrous power,
And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour.
  
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Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill’d in gestic lore,
Has frisk’d beneath the burthen of threescore.

 
So blest a life these thoughtless realms display,
  
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Thus idly busy rolls their world away:
Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear,
For honour forms the social temper here:
Honour, that praise which real merit gains,
Or even imaginary worth obtains,
  
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Here passes current; paid from hand to hand,
It shifts in splendid traffic round the land:
From courts to camps to cottages it strays,
And all are taught an avarice of praise.
They please, are pleas’d, they give to get esteem,
  
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Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.

 
But while this softer art their bliss supplies,
It gives their follies also room to raise;
For praise too dearly lov’d, or warmly sought,
Enfeebles all internal strength of thought;
  
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And the weak soul, within itself unblest,
Leans for all pleasure on another’s breast.
Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art,
Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart;
Here vanity assumes her pert grimace,
  
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And trims her robes of frieze with copper lace;
Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
To boast one splendid banquet once a year;
The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws,
Nor weighs the solid worth of self-applause.
  
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To men of other minds my fancy flies,
Embosom’d in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land,
And, sedulous to stop the coming tide,
  
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Lift the tall rampire’s artificial pride.
Onward, methinks, and diligently slow,
The firm-connected bulwark seems to grow;
Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar,
Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore:
  
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While the pent ocean rising o’er the pile,
Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile;
The slow canal, the yellow-blossom’d vale,
The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail,
The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, —
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A new creation rescued from his reign.

 
Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil
Impels the native to repeated toil,
Industrious habits in each bosom reign,
And industry begets a love of gain.
  
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Hence all the good from opulence that springs,
With all those ills superfluous treasure brings,
Are here displayed. Their much lov’d wealth imparts
Convenience, plenty, elegance, and arts;
But view them closer, craft and fraud appear,
  
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Ev’n liberty itself is barter’d here.
At gold’s superior charms all freedom flies,
The needy sell it, and the rich man buys;
A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves,
Here wretches seek dishonourable graves,
  
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And calmly bent, to servitude conform,
Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm.

 
Heavens! how unlike their Belgic sires of old!
Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold;
War in each breast, and freedom on each brow;
  
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How much unlike the sons of Britain now!

 
Fir’d at the sound, my genius spreads her wing,
And flies where Britain courts the western spring;
Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride,
And brighter streams than fam’d Hydaspes glide.
  
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There all around the gentlest breezes stray,
There gentle music melts on every spray;
Creation’s mildest charms are there combin’d,
Extremes are only in the master’s, mind!
Stern o’er each bosom Reason holds her state,
  
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With daring aims irregularly great,
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of human kind pass by,
Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band,
By forms unfashion’d, fresh from Nature’s hand;
  
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Fierce in their native hardiness of soul,
True to imagin’d right, above control,
While ev’n the peasant boasts these rights to scan,
And learns to venerate himself as man.

 
Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictur’d here,
  
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Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear;
Too bless’d, indeed, were such without alloy,
But foster’d ev’n by Freedom, ills annoy:
That independence Britons prize too high,
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie;
  
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The self-dependent lordlings stand alone,
All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown;
Here by the bonds of nature feebly held,
Minds combat minds, repelling and repell’d.
Ferments arise, imprison’d factions roar,
  
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Repress’d ambition struggles round her shore,
Till over-wrought, the general system feels
Its motions stop, or phrenzy fires the wheels.

 
Nor this the worst. As nature’s ties decay,
As duty, love, and honour fail to sway,
  
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Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law,
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe.
Hence all obedience bows to these alone,
And talent sinks, and merit weeps unknown;
Till time may come, when stripp’d of all her charms,
  
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The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms,
Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame,
Where kings have toil’d, and poets wrote for fame,
One sink of level avarice shall lie,
And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonour’d die.
  
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Yet think not, thus when Freedom’s ills I state,
I mean to flatter kings, or court the great;
Ye powers of truth, that bid my soul aspire,
Far from my bosom drive the low desire;
And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel
  
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The rabble’s rage, and tyrant’s angry steel;
Thou transitory flower, alike undone
By proud contempt, or favour’s fostering sun,
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure!
I only would repress them to secure:
  
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For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those who think must govern those that toil;
And all that Freedom’s highest aims can reach,
Is but to lay proportion’d loads on each.
Hence, should one order disproportion’d grow,
  
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Its double weight must ruin all below.

 
O then how blind to all that earth requires,
Who think it freedom when a part aspires!
Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms,
Except when fast-approaching danger warms:
  
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But when contending chiefs blockade the throne,
Contracting regal power to stretch their own,
When I behold a factious band agree
To call it freedom when themselves are free;
Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw,
  
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Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law;
The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam,
Pillag’d from slaves to purchase slaves at home;
Fear, pity, justice, indignation start,
Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart;
  
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Till half a patriot, half a coward grown,
I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.

 
Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour,
When first ambition struck at regal power;
And thus polluting honour in its source,
  
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Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force.
Have we not seen, round Britain’s peopled shore,
Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore?
Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste,
Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste;
  
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Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain,
Lead stern Depopulation in her train,
And over fields where scatter’d hamlets rose,
In barren solitary pomp repose?
Have we not seen at pleasure’s lordly call,
  
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The smiling long-frequented village fall?
Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay’d,
The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forc’d from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main;
  
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Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thund’ring sound?

 
Even now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays
Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways;
Where beasts with man divided empire claim,
  
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And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim;
There, while above the giddy tempest flies,
And all around distressful yells arise,
The pensive exile, bending with his woe,
To stop too fearful, and too faint to go,
  
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Casts a long look where England’s glories shine,
And bids his bosom sympathise with mine.

 
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind:
Why have I stray’d from pleasure and repose,
  
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To seek a good each government bestows?
In every government, though terrors reign,
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
  
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Still to ourselves in every place consign’d,
Our own felicity we make or find:
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
The lifted axe, the agonising wheel,
  
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Luke’s iron crown, and Damien’s bed of steel,
To men remote from power but rarely known,
Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own.

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List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

Robert Graham of Gartmore

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

If Doughty Deeds

Robert Graham of Gartmore (1735–1797)

IF doughty deeds my lady please
 
Right soon I’ll mount my steed;
And strong his arm, and fast his seat
 
That bears frae me the meed.

I’ll wear thy colours in my cap,
  
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Thy picture in my heart;
And he that bends not to thine eye
 
Shall rue it to his smart!
 
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;
  
O tell me how to woo thee!
  
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For thy dear sake, nae care I’ll take
  
Tho’ ne’er another trow me.
If gay attire delight thine eye
 
I’ll dight me in array;
I’ll tend thy chamber door all night,
  
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And squire thee all the day.
If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,
 
These sounds I’ll strive to catch;
Thy voice I’ll steal to woo thysell,
 
That voice that nane can match.
  
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But if fond love thy heart can gain,
 
I never broke a vow;
Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,
 
I never loved but you.
For you alone I ride the ring,
  
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For you I wear the blue;
For you alone I strive to sing,
 
O tell me how to woo!
 
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;
  
O tell me how to woo thee!
  
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For thy dear sake, nae care I’ll take,
  
Tho’ ne’er another trow me.

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order