Minor Poems, including Napoleon By Bernard Barton. Second Edition, with Additions |
TO
JOHN BOWRING, ESQ.
ON HIS TRANSLATION OF THE RUSSIAN ANTHOLOGY. |
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TO JOHN BOWRING, ESQ. ON HIS TRANSLATION OF THE RUSSIAN ANTHOLOGY.
I
Bowring! it was an honourable taskFrom the bleak regions of the north to bear
A wreath, whose beauty well deserv'd to bask
In brighter sunshine, and in balmier air.
II
And well hast thou perform'd it. Thanks to thee,Poets, whose names had grated on my ear,
Till thou hadst made them musical to me,
Are now fireside companions, priz'd, and dear.
III
Derzhavin's noble numbers, soaring high,Replete with inspiration's genuine force,
And Batiushkov's milder melody,
Warm from domestic pleasure's sweetest source:
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IV
These, and with them names dissonant and direTo English ears, are now delightful things;
Awakening thoughts congenial to the lyre,
And, better still, hope's warm imaginings.
V
Yes, hope for the extension of that goodWhich cultivated taste and thought dispense;
For these, if rightly train'd, and understood,
Must nourish virtue and benevolence.
VI
Therefore do I rejoice: believing this,That poesy's enchanting art was given
To be, on earth, the source of blameless bliss,
And cherish thoughts which lift the soul to heaven.
VII
Nor am I lonely in this cheerful creed,For thou art one who know'st the purer power
Of lofty song, and I have heard thee plead,
With eloquence, the Muses' noblest dower.
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VIII
Not for its literary worth alone,Hast thou, with generous emulation, brought
This flow'ry wreath from Russia's frigid zone;
To thee with deeper charms its bloom was fraught.
IX
A heart like thine delightedly must dwellUpon those liberal feelings, tranquil joys,
Which, in the peasant's cottage, student's cell,
May bless the mind that thus its power employs.
X
Thou couldst not but rejoice to find in haunts,“Where Winter sits upon his throne of snow,”
Those thoughts and feelings Nature kindly plants
In hearts that stifle not her genial glow.
XI
To thee it was refreshing to behold,In realms where slav'ry mars man's better powers,
Those germs of mind, thus vent'ring to unfold,
Which may hereafter burst in beauteous flowers;
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XII
Flowers of delightful fragrance; fit to twineAround the capitals in Freedom's fane;
When Freedom there shall find an honour'd shrine,
And knowledge break the links of slav'ry's chain.
XIII
Russia may yet be free! Nor frigid clime,Nor autocrat's decrees, can e'er impede
Of mental energy the march sublime;
Its glorious records he who runs may read.
XIV
In rising states, if pure each hidden sourceOf knowledge, and of freedom, every hour
Aids their resistless, animating course;
Strong, in the weakness of opposing power.
XV
Triumphant, not through force of arms, but byThe power of truth, the silent lapse of time;
Bloodless and glorious is their victory,
The fame their votaries win — indeed sublime.
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XVI
And well may thy benignant bosom feelThat such achievements richly merit more
Than to be hail'd by trumpet's loudest peal,
Or echoing artillery's thundering roar.
XVII
They should hand down the deathless names of thoseWho may accomplish them, to distant years;
Adorn'd with brightness truth alone bestows;
Renown unpurchased but by grateful tears.
XVIII
Russia some future Alfred yet may boast,Whose deeds may truly dignify her throne;
She yet may own of honour'd names an host,
And shine, the glory of a frigid zone.
XIX
Meanwhile be thine the praise of having borneSome of her early flowers of poesy
To blossom in a region less forlorn,
“Beneath our Albion's more benignant sky.”
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