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Tho' king-bred rage with lawless uproar rude Hath driv'n
M. C.
Tho' king-bred rage with lawless tumult rude Have driv'n
MS. Letter, Dec. 17, 1794.
[7] Disdainful rouses from the Papal spell, M. C., MS. Letter, 1794.
[11] That ground th' ensnared soul of patient Folly. M. C., MS. Letter, 1794.
IV[82:1]
LA FAYETTE
As when far off the warbled strains are heard That soar on Morning's wing the vales among; Within his cage the imprison'd Matin Bird Swells the full chorus with a generous song:
He bathes no pinion in the dewy light, 5 No Father's joy, no Lover's bliss he shares, Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight-- His fellows' Freedom soothes the Captive's cares!
Thou, FAYETTE! who didst wake with startling voice Life's better Sun from that long wintry night, 10 Thus in thy Country's triumphs shalt rejoice And mock with raptures high the Dungeon's might:
For lo! the Morning struggles into Day, And Slavery's spectres shriek and vanish from the ray![82:2]
_December_ 15, 1794.
FOOTNOTES:
[82:1] First published in the _Morning Chronicle_, December 15, 1794: included in 1796, 1803, 1828, 1829, and 1834.
[82:2] The above beautiful sonnet was written antecedently to the joyful account of the Patriot's escape from the Tyrant's Dungeon. [Note in _M.
C._]
LINENOTES:
t.i.tle] Effusion ix. 1796: Sonnet xiii. 1803: Sonnet vii. 1828, 1829, 1834.
V[82:3]
KOSKIUSKO
O what a loud and fearful shriek was there, As though a thousand souls one death-groan pour'd!
Ah me! they saw beneath a Hireling's sword Their KOSKIUSKO fall! Through the swart air (As pauses the tir'd Cossac's barbarous yell 5 Of Triumph) on the chill and midnight gale Rises with frantic burst or sadder swell The dirge of murder'd Hope! while Freedom pale Bends in such anguish o'er her destin'd bier, As if from eldest time some Spirit meek 10 Had gather'd in a mystic urn each tear That ever on a Patriot's furrow'd cheek Fit channel found; and she had drain'd the bowl In the mere wilfulness, and sick despair of soul!
_December_ 16, 1794.
FOOTNOTES:
[82:3] First published in the _Morning Chronicle_, December 16, 1794: included in 1796, 1828, 1829, 1834. The Sonnet was sent to Southey in a letter dated December 17, 1794. _Letters of S. T. C._, 1895, i. 117.
LINENOTES:
t.i.tle] Effusion viii. 1796: Sonnet vi. 1828, 1829, 1834.
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Great _Kosciusko_ 'neath an hireling's sword The warriors view'd! Hark! through the list'ning air
MS. Letter, Dec. 17, 1794.
Great KOSCIUSKO 'neath an Hireling's sword His country view'd. Hark through the list'ning air
M. C.
Ah me! they view'd beneath an hireling's sword Fall'n Kosciusko! Thro' the burthened air
1796, 1828, 1829.
[5] As] When M. C., MS. Letter, Dec. 17, 1794.
[8] The 'dirge of Murder'd Hope' MS. Letter, Dec. 17, 1794.
[12] That ever furrow'd a sad Patriot's cheek MS. Letter, 1794, M. C., 1796.
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And she had drench'd the sorrows of the bowl E'en till she reel'd intoxicate of soul
MS. Letter, 1794, M. C.
And she had drain'd the sorrows of the bowl E'en till she reel'd, &c.
1796.
