A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged with Notes
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A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged with Notes
American poetry; English poetry
’Tis madness to resist or blame 25
The face of angry heaven’s flame;
And if we would speak true,
Much to the Man is due,
Who, from his private gardens, where
He lived reservèd and austere 30
(As if his highest plot
To plant the bergamot,)
Could by industrious valour climb
To ruin the great work of time,
And cast the Kingdoms old 35
Into another mould.
Though Justice against Fate complain,
And plead the ancient Rights in vain--
But those do hold or break
As men are strong or weak. 40
Nature, that hateth emptiness,
Allows of penetration less,
And therefore must make room,
Where greater spirits come.
What field of all the Civil War 45
Where his were not the deepest scar?
And Hampton shows what part
He had of wiser art,
Where, twining subtle fears with hope,
He wove a net of such a scope 50
That Charles himself might chase
To Carsbrook’s narrow case;
That thence the royal actor borne
The tragic scaffold might adorn:
While round the armèd bands 55
Did clap their bloody hands;
He nothing common did or mean
Upon that memorable scene,
But with his keener eye
The axe’s edge did try; 60
Nor called the Gods, with vulgar spite,
To vindicate his helpless right;
But bowed his comely head
Down, as upon a bed.
--This was that memorable hour 65
Which first assured the forcèd power:
So when they did design
The Capitol’s first line,
A Bleeding Head, where they begun,
Did fright the architects to run; 70
And yet in that the State
Foresaw its happy fate!
And now the Irish are ashamed
To see themselves in one year tamed:
So much one man can do 75
That does both act and know.
They can affirm his praises best,
And have, though overcome, confessed
How good he is, how just
And fit for highest trust; 80
Nor yet grown stiffer with command,
But still in the Republic’s hand--
How fit he is to sway
That can so well obey!
He to the Commons’ feet presents 85
A Kingdom for his first year’s rents,
And (what he may) forbears
His fame, to make it theirs:
And has his sword and spoils ungirt
To lay them at the Public’s skirt. 90
So when the falcon high
Falls heavy from the sky,
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