All lovely and all honourable things, The joy and greatness of its future being? May my fears, My filial fears, be vain! and may the vaunts Pass like the gust, that roared and died away But now the gentle dew-fall sends abroad I find myself upon the brow, and pause Thy church-tower, and, methinks the four huge elms Is softened, and made worthy to indulge Love, and the thoughts that yearn for human kind. Nether Stowey, April 28th, 1798. FIRE, FAMINE, AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE. WITH AN APOLOGETIC PREFACE.* The Scene a desolated Tract in la Vendée. FAMINE is discovered lying on the ground; to her enter FIRE and SLAUGHTER. FAMINE. SISTERS! sisters! who sent you here? SLAUGHTER (to Fire). I will whisper it in her ear. FIRE. No! no! no! Spirits hear what spirits tell : "Twill make an holiday in Hell. Myself, I named him once below, And all the souls, that damned be, Leaped up at once in anarchy, Clapped their hands and danced for glee. Printed at the end of this volume. They no longer heeded me; But laughed to hear Hell's burning rafters No! no! no! Spirits hear what spirits tell: "Twill make an holiday in Hell! FAMINE. Whisper it, sister! so and so! SLAUGHTER. Letters four do form his name And who sent you? Вотн. The same! the same! SLAUGHTER. He came by stealth, and unlocked my den, And I have drank the blood since then Who bade you do it? Вотн. SLAUGHTER. The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried Halloo! To him alone the praise is due. FAMINE. Thanks, sister, thanks! the men have bled, To frighten the wolf and carrion-crow And the homeless dog-but they would not go. Вотн. Whisper it, sister! in our ear. FAMINE. A baby beat its dying mother: I had starved the one and was starving the other! Who bade you do 't? Вотн. FAMINE. The same! the same 1 |