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I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
In England's green and pleasant land.
[REASON AND IMAGINATION]
The negation is the Spectre, the reasoning power in
This is a false body, an incrustation over my immortal Spirit, a selfhood which must be put off and annihilated
alway. To cleanse the face of my spirit by self-examination, To bathe in the waters of life, to wash off the not human, I come in self-annihilation and the grandeur of inspira
tion; To cast off rational demonstration by faith in the Saviour, To cast off the rotten rags of memory by inspiration, To cast off Bacon, Locke, and Newton from Albion's cov
ering, To take off his filthy garments and clothe him with imag
ination; To cast aside from poetry all that is not inspiration, That it no longer shall dare to mock with the aspersion
of madness Cast on the inspired by the tame high finisher of paltry
blots Indefinite or paltry rhymes, or paltry harmonies, Who creeps into state government like a caterpillar to
destroy; To cast off the idiot questioner, who is always questioning, But never capable of answering; who sits with a sly grin Silent plotting when to question, like a thief in a cave; Who publishes doubt and calls it knowledge; whose sci
ence is despair, Whose pretence to knowledge is envy, whose whole sci
ence is To destroy the wisdom of ages, to gratify ravenous envy That rages round him like a wolf, day and night, without
rest. He smiles with condescension; he talks of benevolence and
Yes! human laws, and laws esteemed divine,
FROM THE NEW MORALITY
[ANTI-PATRIOTISM AND SENTIMENTALITY]
With unsparing hand,
First, stern Philanthropy,—not she who dries
Next comes a gentler virtue.—Ah, beware
Sweet child of sickly, fancy! her of yore
Mark her fair votaries, prodigal of grief, With cureless pangs, and woes that mock relief, Droop in soft sorrow o'er a faded flower, O’er a dead jackass pour the pearly shower: But hear, unmoved, of Loire's ensanguined flood Choked up with slain; of Lyons drenched in blood; Of crimes that blot the age, the world, with shame, Foul crimes, but sicklied o'er with freedom's name,Altars and thrones subverted, social life Trampled to earth, the husband from the wife, Parent from child, with ruthless fury torn; Of talents, honour, virtue, wit, forlorn In friendless exile; of the wise and good Staining the daily scaffold with their blood. Of savage cruelties that scare the mind, The rage of madness with hell's lusts combined, Of hearts torn reeking from the mangled breast, They hear—and hope, that all is for the best!
And those who act with benevolence and virtue they mur
der time on time. These are the destroyers of Jerusalem! these are the mur
derers Of Jesus! who deny the faith and mock at eternal life, Who pretend to poetry that they may destroy imagination By imitation of nature's images drawn from remembrance. These are the sexual garments, the abomination of deso
lation, Hiding the human lineaments, as with an ark and curtains Which Jesus rent, and now shall wholly purge away with
fire, Till generation is swallowed up in regeneration.
[TO THE DEISTS]
Gibbon arose with a lash of steel,
'Thou lazy Monk!' they sound afar,
The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side,
When Satan first the black bow bent
Titus! Constantine! Charlemaine!
For a tear is an intellectual thing;
FROM THE PROGRESS OF MAN
[MATRIMONY IN OTAHEITE] There laughs the sky, there zephyrs frolic train, And light-winged loves, and blameless pleasures reign: There, when two souls congenial ties unite, No hireling bonzes chant the mystic rite; Free every thought, each action unconfined, And light those fetters which no rivets bind. There in each grove, each sloping bank along, And flowers and shrubs, and odorous herbs among, Each shepherd clasped, with undisguised delight, His yielding fair one-in the captain's sight; Each yielding fair, as chance or fancy led, Preferred new lovers to her sylvan bed. Learn hence each nymph, whose free aspiring mind Europe's cold laws, and colder customs bind; O! learn what Nature's genial laws decree! What Otaheite is, let Britain be!
Of whist or cribbage mark th' amusing game;