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VIII.

TO MY BROTHER.

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MALL, busy flames play through the fresh-laid

coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the household gods that keep A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls. And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,

Your eyes are fix'd, as in poetic sleep,

Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birth-day, Tom, and I rejoice

That thus it passes smoothly, quietly:
Many such eves of gently whispering noise

May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world's true joys, ere the great

Voice
From its fair face shall bid our spirits fly.

IX.

ADDRESSED TO HAYDON.

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H

IGH-MINDEDNESS, a jealousy for good,

A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,

Dwells here and there with people of no name, In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: And where we think the truth least understood,

Oft may be found a “singleness of aim,”

That ought to frighten into hooded shame
A money-mongering, pitiable brood.
How glorious this affection for the cause

of steadfast genius, toiling gallantly!
What when a stout unbending champion awes

Envy, and malice to their native sty? Unnumber'd souls breathe out a still applause,

Proud to behold him in his country's eye.

X.

ADDRESSED TO THE SAME.

G

REAT spirits now on earth are sojourning :
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,

Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring,

The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake :

And lo! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart

Upon the forehead of the age to come; These, these will give the world another heart,

And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings ?
Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.

XI.

ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER.

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UCH have I travelld in the realms of gold,

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ;

Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne •

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold :
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes

He stared at the Pacific - and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

XII.

ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY

HOUR.

G

IVE me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heap'd-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;

Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween:

And let there glide by many a pearly car,

Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar, And half-discoveril wings, and glances keen. The while let music wander round my ears, And as it reaches each delicious ending,

Let me write down a line of glorious tone, And full of many wonders of the spheres : For what a height my spirit is contending !

'Tis not content so soon to be alone.

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