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- Ode to Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire [;] On the Twenty-Fourth Stanza
in her 'Passage Over Mount Gouthard'
Ode to Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire [;] On the Twenty-Fourth Stanza
in her 'Passage Over Mount Gouthard'
- 1And hail the Chapel! hail the Platform wild!
- 2Where Tell directed the avenging dart,
- 3With well-strung arm, that first preservst his child,
- 4Then aim'd the arrow at the tyrant's heart.
- 5Splendour's fondly-fostered child!
- 6And did you hail the platform wild,
- 7Where once the Austrian fell
- 8Beneath the shaft of Tell!
- 9O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
- 10Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
- 11Light as a dream your days their circlets ran,
- 12From all that teaches brotherhood to Man
- 13Far, far removed! from want, from hope, from fear!
- 14Enchanting music lulled your infant ear,
- 15Obeisance, praises soothed your infant heart:
- 16Emblazonments and old ancestral crests,
- 17With many a bright obtrusive form of art,
- 18Detained your eye from Nature: stately vests,
- 19That veiling strove to deck your charms divine,
- 20Rich viands, and the pleasurable wine,
- 21Were yours unearned by toil; nor could you see
- 22The unenjoying toiler's misery.
- 23And yet, free Nature's uncorrupted child,
- 24You hailed the Chapel and the Platform wild,
- 25Where once the Austrian fell
- 26Beneath the shaft of Tell!
- 27O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
- 28Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
- 29There crowd your finely-fibred frame
- 30All living faculties of bliss;
- 31And Genius to your cradle came,
- 32His forehead wreathed with lambent
flame,
- 33And bending low, with godlike kiss
- 34Breath'd in a more celestial life;
- 35But boasts not many a fair compeer
- 36A heart as sensitive to joy and fear?
- 37And some, perchance, might wage an equal strife,
- 38Some few, to nobler being wrought,
- 39Corrivals in the nobler gift of thought.
- 40Yet these delight to celebrate
- 41Laurelled War and plumy State;
- 42Or in verse and music dress
- 43Tales of rustic happiness--
- 44Pernicious tales! insidious strains!
- 45That steel the rich man's breast,
- 46And mock the lot unblest,
- 47The sordid vices and the abject pains,
- 48Which evermore must be
- 49The doom of ignorance and penury!
- 50But you, free Nature's uncorrupted child,
- 51You hailed the Chapel and the Platform wild,
- 52Where once the Austrian fell
- 53Beneath the shaft of Tell!
- 54O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
- 55Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
- 56You were a Mother! That most holy name,
- 57Which Heaven and Nature bless,
- 58I may not vilely prostitute to those
- 59Whose infants owe them less
- 60Than the poor caterpillar owes
- 61Its gaudy parent fly.
- 62You were a mother! at your bosom fed
- 63The babes that loved you. You, with laughing eye,
- 64Each twilight-thought, each nascent feeling read,
- 65Which you yourself created. Oh! delight!
- 66A second time to be a mother,
- 67Without the mother's bitter groans:
- 68Another thought, and yet another,
- 69By touch, or taste, by looks or tones,
- 70O'er the growing sense to roll,
- 71The mother of your infant's soul!
- 72The Angel of the Earth, who, while he guides
- 73His chariot-planet round the goal of day,
- 74All trembling gazes on the eye of God
- 75A moment turned his awful face away;
- 76And as he viewed you, from his aspect sweet
- 77New influences in your being rose,
- 78Blest intuitions and communions fleet
- 79With living Nature, in her joys and woes!
- 80Thenceforth your soul rejoiced to see
- 81The shrine of social Liberty!
- 82O beautiful! O Nature's child!
- 83'Twas thence you hailed the Platform wild,
- 84Where once the Austrian fell
- 85Beneath the shaft of Tell!
- 86O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
- 87Thence learn'd you that heroic measure.