LINES TO A CRITIC. HONEY from silkworms who can gather, The grass may grow in winter weather, Hate men who cant, and men who pray, 'An equal passion to repay, They are not coy like me. Or seek some slave of power and gold, Thy love will move that bigot cold, A passion like the one I prove Cannot divided be; I hate thy want of truth and love, LINES WRITTEN DURING THE CASTLEREAGH ADMINISTRATION. CORPSES are cold in the tomb; Stones on the pavement are dumb; And their mothers look pale-like the white shore II. Her sons are as stones in the way- The abortion with which she travaileth III. Then trample and dance, thou oppressor, Thou art sole lord and possessor Of her corpses and clods and abortions-they pave IV. Hear'st thou the festival din Of Death and Destruction and Sin And Wealth crying "Havoc !' within? 'Tis the bacchanal triumph which makes Truth dumb, Thine epithalamium. V. Ay, marry thy ghastly Wife! Let Fear and Disquiet and Strife Spread thy couch in the chamber of Life! Marry Ruin, thou tyrant! and God be thy guide To the bed of the bride! SONG-TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND. I. MEN of England, wherefore plough II. Wherefore feed and clothe and save, III. Wherefore, Bees of England, forge IV. Have ye leisure, comfort, calm, V. The seed ye sow another reaps; VI. Sow seed, but let no tyrant reap; VII. Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells; Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see VIII. With plough and spade and hoe and loom, SIMILES FOR TWO POLITICAL CHARACTERS OF 1819. I. As from an ancestral oak Two empty ravens sound their clarion, II. As two gibbering night-birds flit And the stars are none or few: III. As a shark and dogfish wait For the negro-ship whose freight Is the theme of their debate, Wrinkling their red gills the while IV. Are ye, two vultures sick for battle, Two scorpions under one wet stone, ENGLAND IN 1819. AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,- But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Make as a two-edged sword to all who wield,- |