THE PAINS OF SLEEP. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray In humble trust mine eye-lids close, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, But yester-night I prayed aloud Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me: Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong! Fantastic passions! maddening brawl! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, So two nights passed: the night's dismay Saddened and stunned the coming day. Sleep, the wide blessing, seemed to me Distemper's worst calamity. The third night, when my own loud scream And having thus by tears subdued The unfathomable hell within The horror of their deeds to view, And whom I love, I love indeed. LIMBO. 'Tis a strange place, this Limbo !—not a Place, Yet name it so;—where Time and weary Space Fettered from flight, with night-mare sense of fleeing, Strive for their last crepuscular half-being;- But that is lovely-looks like human Time,— A lurid thought is growthless, dull Privation, Hell knows a fear far worse, A fear-a future state;-'tis positive Negation! NE PLUS ULTRA. SOLE Positive of Night! Fate's only essence! primal scorpion rod- Arms the Grasp enorm The Intercepter The Substance that still casts the shadow Death!The Dragon foul and fell The unrevealable, And hidden one, whose breath Gives wind and fuel to the fires of Hell!- Of both th' eternities in Heaven! Sole interdict of all-bedewing prayer, Save to the Lampads Seven Reveal'd to none of all th' Angelic State, That watch the throne of Heaven! 66 APOLOGETIC PREFACE. ΤΟ FIRE, FAMINE, AND SLAUGHTER." Ar the house of a gentleman, who, by the principles and corresponding virtues of a sincere Christian, consecrates a cultivated genius and the favourable accidents of birth, opulence, and splendid connexions, it was my good fortune to meet, in a dinner-party, with more men of celebrity in science or polite literature, than are commonly found collected round the same table. In the course of conversation, one of the party reminded an illustrious poet, then present, of some verses which he had recited that morning, and which had appeared in a newspaper under the name of a War-Eclogue, in which Fire, Famine, and Slaughter were introduced as the speakers. The gentleman so addressed replied, that he was rather surprised that none of us should have noticed or heard of the poem, as it had been, at the time, a good deal talked of in Scotland. It may be easily supposed, that my feelings were at this moment not of the most comfortable kind. Of all present, one only knew, or suspected me to be the author; a man who would have established himself in the first rank of England's living poets, if the Genius of our country had not decreed that he should rather be the first in the first rank of its philosophers and scientific benefactors. It appeared the general wish to hear the lines. As my friend chose to remain silent, I chose to follow his example, and Mr. ***** recited the poem. This he could do with the better grace, being known to have ever been not only a firm and active Anti-Jacobin and Anti-Gallican, but likewise a zealous admirer of Mr. Pitt, both as a good man and a great statesman. As a poet exclusively, he had been amused with the See page 141. |