Showing, in order arranged, member on member uprear'd.Wonderment fresh dost thou feel, as soon as the stem rears the flower
Here, too, love and life I find.
How each pail he bears
He and all of his are heathens yet.
And murmur'd in mine awe-struck ear;The night a thousand monsters made,
1797.-----THE TRAVELLER AND THE FARM~MAIDEN.
"Then in the minds of our men arose a terrible yearningThat which was lost to avenge, and that which remain'd to defend still.All of them seized upon arms, lured on by the fugitives' hurry,By their pale faces, and by their shy, uncertain demeanour.There was heard the sound of alarm-bells unceasingly ringing,And the approach of danger restrain'd not their violent fury.Soon into weapons were turn'd the implements peaceful of tillage,And with dripping blood the scythe and the pitchfork were cover'd.Every foeman without distinction was ruthlessly slaughter'd,Fury was ev'rywhere raging, and artful, cowardly weakness.May I never again see men in such wretched confusion!Even the raging wild beast is a better object to gaze on.Ne'er let them speak of freedom, as if themselves they could govern!All the evil which Law has driven farback in the cornerSeems to escape, as soon as the fetters which bound it are loosen'd."
And he to give her reward.
May many, pond'ring on their crimes,A moral draw from this betimes!
But must needs do more;And in twain the thread was rent,
O'er the mountain, like the roe.
Must always be admitted.