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Poems By Ernest Jones. Poems, And Notes ...
Take the smallest drop of -water—see , with microscopic view , Thousand creatures raven , slaughter ) mangle , cripple , maim , pursue . Breathe the air—where million , beings in unending conflict dwell ! Every tiny bosom raging with the raging fires of And the Cvbbb Etisenjvi- gives them weapons , kindred to their hearts : Claw , and tusk , and venomed fang , and web , and coil , and poisoned darts . Nature is one scene of murder , misery * malice , pain , and sin ; And earth and air , and fire and water grudge the
little peace you win ; Blight and mildew , hail and tempest , draught and flood your harvests spoil , Disputing inch by inch the conquests of your heartsubduiag toil . " Nay ! Beside these certain scourges , dreader evils rise as well : Plague , and war , and famine sweep their countless victims down to Hell ! All for special sins commissioned , as the Almighty
rod was held Over Europe ' s insurrections when its savages rehelled . . , . , __ . . Ha ! I low they rotted ! How they perished ! Myriads stricken , day by day ! Rebels yielded—men submitted—and the wrath was turned away . « j . » Brethren ! profit by the lesson ! see the hand that s stretching down To shield the woolsack , counter , ledger , altar , mitre ,
sabre , crown ! Then be patient in Affliction 1 envy not the rich and great ! ' A contrite and a broken heart' alone shall enter at the gate . You may think the rich are happy , but you little know the cost : By the gain of earthly treasures are eternal treasures lost . For this life is short and fleeting , and they choose a poorer share ; Let the ¦• revel—let them triumph : they shall suffer doubly there .
Your afflictions are your blessings ; by disaster you are tried ; Those are happiest who are saddest , if the searching test they bide . Tears are gladder far than smiles ; disease is healthier far than health ; > Rags are warmer far than ermine ; want is richer far than wealth ; Hunger feeds you more than plenty ; strife is peace and peace is strife ; Loss is gain and gain is loss ; life is death and death is life .
" Check the proud , repining spirit ; bare the back and kiss the rod : Humbled , crushed , and broken-hearted , is the state that pleases God . Listen not to idle schemers , pointing to Utopian goals : Yours is more than work enough to save your miserable souls . Dream not of amelioration;—future ages still shall nurse In their breast the antient serpent , the irrevocable curse . 'Tis writ , ' I came to bring a sword . Tis writ , ' poor shall never cease . ' 'Tis blasphemy to talk of plenty , heresy to think of peace ! *¦• • , , By nature you are all corrupt , and doomed , and damned , and loat in sin : Each natural thought , each natural wish , is searching Satan ' s lure within ! And , to crown the gloomy prospect , should a single hope aspire , Hangs o ' er all the Day of Judgment with its world-( ic'Htroying fire !
•• The Bishop bows with reverence bland , And leans his head upon hi » hand ; Then up the aisles and arches dim Peals the deep-resounding hymn . " There is a rough , pungent flavour in these verses , a nd a seriousness in their sarcasm which will hardly have escaped the least attentive reader . Tb © y have a strength seldom found in the verses of the day , and their rhythmic vehemence and copious detail prove that , if Ernest Jones were to Mt biinself to tne task « lie mi K become the Chartist DkIjeH ^ K J ^ lM " ^ ! { the indignant kind seems to be j-j ^ fijjcte , — tHU Ml eloquent , epigrammatic , and ^( Jrtful ' $ \ W ip Vearnest , and will not play with MirTjBuUl ^* ttfwty'if Jn * inatter lbun for man-Am ^ M / riftt y } wHK / J certain faculty of song which ^^ f jffiL ^ rJ ^ fvvl and then chootte ringing as V *^ T ^> /;/ uaav : i 7
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THE JUDGMENT OF ZAMIEL . [ A l » r $ e hall open to the sky . Uriel is seated on a thro v e * Before him kneel the lebel angeU in complete armour Zamiel atands haughtily on one side . ] Angel . Have mercy , Uriel , we that sinned repent . Uriel . Before such sin as yours , even mercy fades , As fades the glory from your drooping wings . The grace ye ask , angels , is denied . Zamiel . Ha , who denies U ? Ur . I do , in the name And with the will of Him who sent me here . Za . But art thou sent ? Ur . I am . Za . I know not that . Ur . Nay ; if ye doubt that I am sent by Him , Demand what sign ye please ; it shall be given . Za . Will he refuse no sign that we may ask ? Ur . None . Za . Let the self-same fire , then , fall from heaven , Of which the eternal coronet is wrought , And diadem my brow . So shall I stand God-crowned , and with a God co-sov ' reign God , The lord of evil I , as he of good . Ur . Ah ! angel , who can wear God ' s crown but God ? Za . The enemy of God . So then my will . Ur . What dost thou see ? Za ,. I see the heavens unfold , And from their dazzling clefts a sunlike flame Falls and still falls , till , taking shape , it grows , To likeness of the eternal diadem , And clasps my brow , I see jjr . Thou eeest a crown Woven of scarlet flames , that twist and flow About thy branded brow . Why doat thou start , And look up to the heavens , as one struck blind ? Za . What is there no one will put out that fire ? It grows . Oh put it out ; let it not reach the sky . Why should he burn the meek and innocent sky ? Ah ! me . The angry drops of blood-red flame Fall thickly from the warring firmament . The hail smites sharply , and the wailing winds Sound through the thunder . 'Tis a fearful night ' . I thirst ! I thirst ! There is a lake afar , A lake of cool fresh water , far away . Give me one drop to cool my fiery tongue . Oh take this burning circle off my head ! Indeed , I do not wish to be a king . It is so sad , so sad , to be alone . I had a dream , and in my dream I thought There was an angel once who would be God . 'Twas a presumptuous wish to climb so high ., Ah me ! the clouds roll off . I see a star That swims in the gray distance , and I feel The fresh breath of the vigorous morning air . It is the sun I see , and not a star . It is the day . I am glad it was a dream . I had forgotton you were waiting here . Go , tell your master that I feel his power , But will not own it . I , too , am a king , And thus I fold me in my kingliness . Ur . I see thee stand and gather up thy robe , That starts away like some full Bail at sea , By sudden wind inflated . Yet no wind la here to lift it , but a whirling flame Catches the Btrugging folds with violent grasp . Now darkness falls , but still I see thee stand With burning diadem on wasted brows , And robes from which the fiery flakes fall fast Drifting against thine angel limbs . Behold The judgment of the rebel Zamiel . M .
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VIVIAN A 3 G It O T A T . You know what a freezing sensation we experience when , on arriving at the Opera , rich in expectation of our favourite music and our favourite singers , we are " brought up all standing" by a huge staring " damper" of u placard announcing the " extreme regret of the directors , " and the sudden and violent attack of hoarseness of Signer X or Madame Y ; and requesting the " indulgent consideration of the audience" towards Herr this or Sis / nora that , wlip , at the very shortest notice ,
and in utter ignorance of the words and the music , have " obligingly consented to undertake , " ike . ike The indulgence of a British audience is never solicited iu vain—in fact it is proverbial ; und I have the word for it of till the foreign artists of my acquaintance , the English are still " le meilleur public que nous avows . " That it should fall to my lot to have to inuke a similar claim upon the " indulgence" of the large and necessarily liberal public of the . Leader ! ( ientle readers , and ye especially , lair and dear Indies ( au Boccacio would say ) , behold
is at this very moment , we may hope , in . haling health and peace , and drinking in , as one does in the country and in the- country only , deep consciousness of the "sweet habitude of being" Far from the dust , and the roar , and the ceaseless din , he roams the park , the dell , the glade , the meadow ; the sea-shore and the riverbank , and the hill-top are his medicaments ; the " breath of kine upon the lea , " a balm ; the whisper of faint breezes in the pine wood , a memory of music and a fond regret ! For the stifling atmosphere of the theatre , and the green curtain of the stage , he has accepted in exchange the " broad green curtain " of nature , and the repose of rural
me , figuratively at least , upon my knees , imploring pardon for my presumption in offering , I do not say to fill , but to occupy , the critical chair of Vivian for one week only , and at his own particular request . But I mean to attack your fine feelings at once by acquainting you with the sad cause of my involuntary usurpation . Vivian has fallen Ul in your service . The doctor ' s certificate is before me : it certifies prostration , languor , exhaustion ; it prescribes the best of tonics , fresh air , and perfect quiet . So our friend has taken wing away from these worn and jaded streets , and
solitudes . Were I disposed to assert my " classics , " and to fortify them by a quotation ( from the Latin grammar ) I might pretend to fancy him . reclined under a spreading beech-tree , and piping ( not smoking ) to the flocks . I seize this occasion of requesting his host to employ a gentle compulsion with Vivian in two respects : —1 . To make him taste the fresh breath of earliest morning ; 2 . To forbid him all access to the library ; especially to the shelves of Patristic Theology . My readers well know the necessity of this caution , and the strong propensity of my friend which it is directed against . And the doctor sums up his advice in the following formula : — " He must depart the intellectual life , and be a vegetable !"
But I hear complaints of this kind : Why did he put you in his place ? Simply for the same reason that a friend of mine in the West , a " love of a preacher , " as I often hear him called , whenever he takes a few weeks' conge' of his congregation , selects to replace him and to keep the pulpit warm for him—a brilliant ex-trumpery preacher , a man with adorable whiskers , thrilling voice , intense eyes , and elegant white hands ? Nothing of the kind ; but the plainest ( married ) individual he can find , who reads the heaviest discourses , and is altogether as unfascinating as a very large family and a very small preferment can make him ; so that
every time my friend returns to his flock he manages to create a new sensation , and an enthusiasm sharpened by contrast . Perfidious Vivian ! For consider my position ; if I chance to stumble on a funny , or vivacious , or philosophical remark— " Oh he is trying to do Vivian ! " Just as I once overheard a young lady say to a rat-haired gent , who was grimacing into her ear with evident self-complacency— O ! Mr . Smith , you are talking Punch ! whereupon I could see the gent would willingly have sunk into the floor . Well , I shall make up my mind to " say my say , " give you my opinion , which I value much , ana leave you to form yours . I have been twice to
hear—IL FLAUTO MAGICO at Covent Garden ; and on the whole , especially after the second performance , it seems to me in many respects the most complete and satisfactory production even of the Royal Italian Opera , which Has rendered us so difficult to satisfy ! I never came home so entirely possessed , charmed , filled , tranquillized by music , as on last Tuesday . The whole opera ( seemed to go so grandly , so roundly , so simply , so majestically . A perfect ensemble of orchestral and choral power , and an unapproachable cast of the principal characters , concurring to produce an elaborate and finished unity . You have read to satiety the history of this opera : how ,
when , and whero it was first produced : and in terms far more technical than I care to employ ( except when I am chatting to the director of the Musical Union , and trying to trump him ); you have had the construction of the music directed and laid bare to your critical examination . I simply relate to you the impressions of a " capital judge . " First , let me say that it would not be easy to find an impersonation more grandly conceived or more imposingly presented than Formes ' Sarastro . All was subdued , in good keeping , free from exaggeration . The gait , the gesture , the look , the whole bearing were of a High Priest familiar with sublime mysteries , and nursed in august traditions . As for his singing , in the second
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Leader (1850-1860), July 19, 1851, page 16, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_19071851/page/16/
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