The Works of Thomas Love Peacock

In silver eddies glittering to the moon,
Araxes rolls his many-sounding tide.
Fair as the dreams of hope, and past as soon,
But in succession infinite supplied,
The rapid waters musically glide.
Now, where the cliff's phantastic shadow laves,
Silent and dark, they roll their volumed pride:
Now, by embowering woods and solemn caves,
Around some jutting rock the struggling torrent raves.

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Darassah stands beside the lonely shore,
Intently gazing on the imaged beam,
As one whose steps each lonely haunt explore
Of nymph or naiad,—grove, or rock, or stream—
Nature his guide, his object, and his theme.
Ah no—Darassah's eyes these forms survey
As phantoms of a half-remembered dream:
His eyes are on the water's glittering play:
Their mental sense is closed—his thoughts are far away.

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But central in the flood of liquid light,
A sudden spot its widening orb revealed,
Jet-black amid the mirrored beams of night,
Jet-black, and round as Celtic warrior's shield,
A sable circle in a silver field.
With sense recalled and motionless surprise,
Deeming some fearful mystery there concealed,
He marked that shadowy orb's expanding size,
Till slowly from its breast a form began to rise—

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A female form: and even as marble pale
Her cheeks: her eyes unearthly fire illumed:
Far o'er her shoulders streamed a sable veil,
Where flowers of living flame inwoven bloomed;
No mortal robe might bear them unconsumed:
A crown her temples bound: on such ne'er gazed
Eyes that had seen primeval kings entombed:

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Twelve points it bore: on every point upraised
A star—a heavenly star—with dazzling radiance blazed.

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Lovely she was—not loveliness that might
In mortal heart enkindle light desire—
But such as decked the form of youthful Night,
When, on the bosom of her anarch sire,
With gentler passion she did first inspire
The gloomy soul of Erebus severe;
Ere from her breast, on wings of golden fire,
Primordial love sprang o'er the infant sphere,
And bade young Time arise and lead the vernal year.

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Her right hand held a wand, whose potent sway
Her liquid path, the buoyant waves, obeyed.
Still as she moved, the moon-beams died away,
And shade around her fell—a circling shade—
That gave no outline of the wondrous maid.
Her form—soft-gliding as the summer gale—
In that portentous darkness shone arrayed,
Shone by her starry crown, her fiery veil,
And those refulgent eyes that made their radiance pale.

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“Why—simple dweller of the Araxian isle—”
Thus, as she pressed the shore, the genius said—
“Seek'st thou this spot, to muse and mourn the while,

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Beside this river's ever-murmuring bed,
When gentle sleep has her dominion spread
On every living thing around, but thee?
The silent stars, that twinkle o'er thy head,
Shed rest and peace on hill, and flower, and tree;
All but the eternal stream, that flows melodiously.”

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Solemn her voice, as music's vesper peal
From distant choir to cloistered echo borne,
Where the deep notes through pillared twilight steal,
Breathing tranquillity to souls that mourn.
The awe-struck youth replied: “Of one so lorn
Canst thou, empyreal spirit, deign require
The secret woes by which his soul is torn?
Sure from the fountain of eternal fire
Thy wondrous birth began, great Mithra's self thy sire.

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“Through many an age amid these island-bowers
The simple fathers of our race have dwelt:
To them spontaneous nature fruits and flowers,
By toil unsought, with partial bounty dealt:
At Oromazes' sylvan shrine they knelt:
And morn and eve did choral suppliance flow
From hearts that love and mingled reverence felt,
To him who gave them every bliss to know
That simple hearts can wish, or heavenly love bestow.

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“But years passed on, and strange perversion ran
Among the dwellers of the peaceful isle:
And one, more daring than the rest, began
To fell the grove, and point the massy pile;
And raised the circling fence, with evil wile,
And to his brethren said: These bounds are mine:
And did with living victims first defile
The verdant turf of Oromazes' shrine;
Sad offering sure, and strange, to mercy's source divine.

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“And ill example evil followers drew;
Till common good and common right were made
The fraudful tenure of a powerful few:
The many murmured, trembled, and obeyed.
Then peace and freedom fled the sylvan shade,
And care arose, and toil, unknown before:
And some the hallowed alder's trunk essayed,
And left, with tearful eyes, their natal shore.
Swift down the stream they went, and they returned no more.

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“And I too, oft, beyond that barrier rock,
That hides from view the river's onward way—
Where, eddying round its base with ceaseless shock,
The waves, that flash, and disappear for aye,
Their parting murmurs to my ear convey—

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In fancy turn my meditative gaze,
And trace, encircled by their powerful sway,
Some blooming isle, where love unfettered strays,
And peace and freedom dwell, as here in earlier days.

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“But one there is, for whom my tears are shed;
A maid of wealthier lot and prouder line:
With her my happy infant hours I led;
And sweet our mutual task, at morn to twine
The votive wreath round Oromazes' shrine.—
She mourns, a captive in her father's home—
Alone I rove, to murmur and repine—
Alone, where sparkling waves symphonious foam,
I breathe my secret pangs to heaven's empyreal dome.—”

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“Leave tears to slaves”—the genius answering said—
“Adventurous deed the noble mind beseems.
Oh shame to manhood! thus, with listless tread,
In tears and sighs and inconclusive dreams
To waste thy hours by groves and murmuring streams.
I bring thee power for weakness, joy for woe,
And certain bliss for hope's fallacious schemes,
Unless thou lightly thy own weal forego,
And scorn the splendid lot thy bounteous fates bestow.

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“This gifted ring shall every barrier break:
The maid thou lovest thy wandering steps shall share:
When night returns, with her this isle forsake,
From this my favored haunt: my guardian care
To waft ye hence, the vessel shall prepare.
The monarch of the world hath chosen thee
High trust, and power, and dignity to bear.
I come, obedient to his high decree,
To set from error's spell thy captive senses free.

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“Deem'st thou, when blood of living victims flows,
Mid incense smoke, in denser volumes curled,
That Oromazes there a glance bestows,
A glance of joy, to see the death-blow hurled?
No—far remote, in orient clouds enfurled,
Nor prayer nor sacrificial rite he heeds.
His reign is past: his rival rules the world.
From Ahrimanes now all power proceeds:
For him the altar burns: for him the victim bleeds.

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“Parent of being, mistress of the spheres,
Supreme Necessity o'er all doth reign:
She guides the course of the revolving years,
With power no prayers can change, no force restrain;
Binding all nature in her golden chain,
Whose infinite connection links afar
The smallest atom of the sandy plain

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And the last ray of heaven's remotest star,
That round the verge of space wheels its refulgent car.

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“She to two gods, sole agents of her will,
By turns has given her delegated sway:
Her sovereign laws obedient they fulfil:
Inferior powers their high behests obey.
First Oromazes—lord of peace and day—
Dominion held o'er nature and mankind.
Now Ahrimanes rules, and holds his way
In storms: for such his task by her assigned,
To shake the world with war, and rouse the powers of mind.

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“She first on chaos poured the streams of light,
And bade from that mysterious union rise
Primordial love: the heavenly lion's might
Bore him rejoicing through the new-born skies.
Then glowed the infant world with countless dyes
Of fruits and flowers; and virgin nature smiled,
Emerging first from ancient night's disguise
And elemental discord, vast and wild,
Which primogenial love had charmed and reconciled.

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“Then man arose: to him the world was given,
Unknowing then disease, or storm, or dearth:
The eternal balance, in the central heaven,
Marked the free tenure of his equal birth,

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And equal right to all the bounteous earth
Of fruit or flower, his pristine food, might yield.
Nor private roof he knew, nor blazing hearth,
Nor marked with barrier-lines the fruitful field,
Nor learned in martial strife the uprooted oak to wield.

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“Then Oromazes reigned.—Profoundly calm
His empire, as the lake's unruffled breast,
When evening twilight melts in dews of balm,
And rocks and woods in calm reflection rest,
As if for aye indelibly imprest
Were those fair forms, in waveless light arrayed.—
No sigh, no wish, the peaceful heart confest;
Save when the youth, beneath the myrtle shade,
Wooed to his fond embrace the easy-yielding maid.

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“No pillared fanes to Oromazes rose:
For him no priest the destined victim led.
The choral hymn, in swelling sound that flows,
Where round the marble altar streaming red
The slow procession moves with solemn tread,
His empire owned not:—but his bounty grew,
By prayer or hymn nor sought nor merited:
No altar but the peaceful heart he knew—
His only temple-vault, the heaven's ethereal blue.

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“Such was the infant world, and such the reign
Of cloudless sunshine and oblivious joy;

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Till rose the scorpion in the empyreal plain,
In fated hour, their empire to destroy,
And with unwonted cares the course alloy
Of mortal being and terrestrial time;
That man might all his god-like powers employ
The toilsome steep of wealth and fame to climb,
To rugged labor trained and glory's thirst sublime.

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“To Ahrimanes thus devolved the power,
Which still he holds through all the realms of space.
He bade the sea to swell—the storm to lower—
And taught mankind the pliant bow to brace,
And point the shaft, and urge the sounding chace,
And force from veins of flint the seeds of fire;
Till, as more daring thought found gradual place,
He bade the mind to nobler prey aspire,
Of war and martial fame kindling the high desire.

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“For him on earth unnumbered temples rise,
And altars burn, and bleeding victims die:
Albeit the sons of men his name disguise
In other names, that choice or chance supply,
To him alone their incense soars on high.
The god of armies—the avenging god—
Seeva or Allah—Jove or Mars—they cry:
'Tis Ahrimanes still that wields the rod;
To him all nature bends, and trembles at his nod.

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“Yea, even on Oromazes' self they call,
But Ahrimanes hears their secret prayer.
Not in the name that from the lips may fall,
But in the thought the heart's recesses bear,
The sons of earth the power they serve declare.
Wherever priests awake the battle-strain,
And bid the torch of persecution glare,
And curses ring along the vaulted fane—
Call on what name they may—their god is Ahrimane.

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“Favor to few, to many wrath he shews:
None with impunity his power may brave.
Two classes only of mankind he knows,
The lord and serf—the tyrant and the slave.
Some hermit-sage, where lonely torrents rave,
May muse and dream of Oromazes still:
Despised he lives, and finds a nameless grave.
The chiefs and monarchs of the world fulfil
Great Ahrimane's behests—the creatures of his will.

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“Say—hadst thou rather grovel with the crowd,
The wretched thing and tool of lordly might,
Or, where the battle-clarion brays aloud,
Blaze forth conspicuous in the fields of fight,
And bind thy brow with victory's chaplet bright,
And be the king of men?—Thy choice is free.—
Receive this ring.—Observe the coming night.—

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The monarch of the world hath chosen thee
To spread his name on earth, in power and majesty.—”

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She said, and gave the ring. The youth received
The glittering spell, in awe and mute amaze;
Standing like one almost of sense bereaved,
That fixes on the vacant air his gaze,
Where wildered fancy's troubled eye surveys
Dim-flitting forms, obscure and undefined,
That doubtful thoughts and shadowy feelings raise,
Leaving no settled image on the mind:
Like cloud-built rocks and towers, dissolved ere half-combined.

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Nor stayed she longer parle: but round her form
A sable vapor, thickly-mantling, drew
Its volumed folds, dark as the summer storm.
It wrapped her round, and in an instant flew,
Scattered like mist, though not a zephyr blew,
And left no vestige that she there had been.
The river rolled in light. The moonbeams threw
Their purest radiance on the lonely scene;
And hill, and grove, and rock, slept in the ray serene.

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Canto the Second

Αλλαλαις λαλεουσι τεον γαμον αι κυπαρισσοι. ΘΕΟΚΡΙΤΟΣ.

Tempestates, venteique sequuntur,
Altitonans Volturnus, et Auster flumine pollens.
Lucretius.

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Spake the dark genius truly, when she said,
That Ahrimanes rules this mundane ball?
That man, in toil and darkness doomed to tread,
Ambition's slave and superstition's thrall,
Doth only on the power of evil call,
With hymn, and prayer, and votive altar's blaze?
Alas! wherever guiltless victims fall,
Wherever priest the sword of strife displays,
Small trace remains, I ween, of ancient Oromaze.

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Yet if on earth a single spot there be,
Where fraud, corruption, selfishness and pride
Wear not the specious robes of sanctity,
With hypocritic malice to divide
The bonds of love and peace by nature tied
'Twixt man and man, far as the billows roll,—
Where idle tales, that truth and sense deride,
Claim no dominion o'er the subject soul;—
There Oromazes still exerts his mild control.

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But not in fanes where priestly curses ring,—
Not in the venal court,—the servile camp,—
Not where the slaves of a voluptuous king
Would fain o'erwhelm, in flattery's poison-damp,
Truth's vestal torch and love's Promethean lamp—
Not where the tools of tyrants bite the ground,
Mid broken swords, and steed's ensanguined tramp,
To add one gem to those that now surround
Some pampered baby's brow—may trace of him be found.

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The star of day rolled on the radiant hours,
And sunk again behind the western steep.
The dew of twilight bathed the closing flowers.
The full-orbed moon, amid the empyreal deep,
Restored the reign of silence and of sleep.
Again Darassah seeks the moonlight shore,
But comes not now in solitude to weep:

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He leads the maid his inmost thoughts adore,
To tempt with him the stream, and unknown scenes explore.

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A bark is on the shore: the rippling wave
With gentle murmur chafes against its sides.
Shrinks not the maid that barrier-rock to brave,
Whose jutting base the eddying river chides?
Fear finds no place, where mightier love presides.
They press the bark: the waters gently flow:
The light sail swells: the steady vessel glides:
The favoring breeze still follows as they go:
They pass the barrier-rock: they haste to weal or woe.

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He holds the helm: beside him sits the maid:
Her arms around her lover's form are twined:
Her head upon her lover's breast is laid:
Pressed to his heart, in tenderest rest reclined,
Lulled by the symphony of wave and wind,
To lonely isles and citron-groves she flies
(By fancy's spell in fondest dreams enshrined),
Where love, and health, and peaceful thoughts suffice,
To renovate the bowers of earthly paradise.

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Less pure Darassah's thoughts: ambition's spell
Had touched his soul, and dreams of power and fame;

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But feeble yet, and vague: nor knew he well,
Whence those disturbed imaginations came,
That touched his breast with no benignant flame.
No state too proud, no destiny too high,
For her he loved his wildest thought could frame.
What might not that mysterious ring supply,
That now had given her love, and life, and liberty?

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But the calm elements—the placid moon—
The stars, that round her rolled in still array—
The plaintive breeze—the stream's responsive tune—
The rapid water's silver-eddying play,
That tracked in lines of light their onward way—
The solemn rocks, in massy shade that frowned—
The groves where light and darkness chequering lay—
Breathed on his mind the peace that reigned around,
And checked each turbid thought that erst had entrance found.

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The nightingale sang sweetly in the shade:
The dewy rose breathed fragrance on the air.
Who now more blest than that fond youth and maid,
Whom the swift waters of Araxes bear,
One common lot, or good or ill, to share?
If ill—light falls the shaft of adverse fate,
When mutual love assuages mutual care:
If good—can bliss the feeling mind await,
Unless one tender heart its joys participate?

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So thought Kelasris, wrapped in dreams of hope;
Nor deemed how soon, in time's delusive reign,
The brightest tints of youthful fancy's scope
Fade in the vast reality of pain,
That speaks the omnipotence of Ahrimane.
But while the light bark glided fast and free,
And not a cloud obscured the ethereal plain,
The gale—the stream—the night-bird's melody—
Touched in her soul the chords of tenderer harmony.

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The stars grow pale, and o'er the western verge
Of heaven the moon her parting orb suspends.
She sinks behind the hill. The eddying surge
Reflects the deepening blush that morning lends
To eastern mountain's top, where softly blends
Its misty outline with the reddening sky.
Tow'rd heaven's high arch the lark exulting tends:
Lost in the depth, invisible on high,
He makes the rocks resound with his sweet minstrelsy.

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The sun comes forth upon the mountain-top:
The wide earth feels his vivifying sway:
The dewy flowers unclose, and every drop
Light-trembling on the leaf—the moss—the spray—
Beams like a diamond in the streams of day:
All nature glitters like an orient bride,
Whom countless gems and purest flowers array.

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The scattered mountain-mist flies fast and wide,
Like incense to the shrine of morning's radiant pride.

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The bark glides swiftly on: new scenes expand,
In day's full splendor now distinctly seen.
The light acacia blooms along the strand.
Deep groves of pine, where laurels wave between,
Rear their dark tufts of everlasting green:
The sun-beams on the glossy laurel play,
A trembling flood of silver radiance sheen.
Now the vast oak o'ercanopies their way;
And now the beetling crag, with sapless lichens gray.

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Far on the left the lessening rocks recede:
A plain extends, a wide luxuriant plain;
One fair expanse of grove and flowery mead,
And field, wide-waving with unripened grain;
Of industry and peace the blest domain!
The tinkling sheep-bell gave a pleasant sound;
And youths and maids were there, a cheerful train;
And rosy children gambolled on the ground,
Where peeped the cottage forth from many a sylvan mound.

It is possible to sacrifice victims—human victims— without cutting their throats or shedding a drop of their blood, and that too under the name and with the specious forms of justice. It is possible to display the sword of strife and be a very effective member of the church militant without the visible employment of temporal weapons.

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