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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode To The Departing Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.<br>Spirit who sweepest the wild harp of Time!<br>It is most hard, with an untroubled ear<br>Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!<br>Yet, mine eye fixed on Heaven's unchanging clime,<br>Long had I listened, free from mortal fear,<br>With inward stillness, and a bowed mind;<br>When lo! its folds far waving on the wind,<br>I saw the train of the departing Year!<br>Starting from my silent sadness,<br>Then with no unholy madness<br>Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight,<br>I raised the impetuous song, and solemnised his flight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.<br>Hither, from the recent tomb,<br>From the prison's direr gloom,<br>From distemper's midnight anguish;<br>And thence, where poverty doth waste and languish!<br>Or where, his two bright torches blending,<br>Love illuminates manhood's maze;<br>Or where o'er cradled infants bending<br>Hope has fixed her wishful gaze;<br>Hither, in perplexed dance,<br>Ye Woes! ye young-eyed Joys! advance!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By Time's wild harp, and by the hand<br>Whose indefatigable sweep<br>Raises its fateful strings from sleep,<br>I bid you haste, a mixed tumultuous band!<br>From every private bower,<br>And each domestic hearth,<br>Haste for one solemn hour;<br>And with a loud and yet a louder voice,<br>O'er Nature struggling in portentous birth<br>Weep and rejoice!<br>Still echoes the dread name that o'er the earth<br>Let slip the storm, and woke the brood of Hell:<br>And now advance in saintly jubilee<br>Justice and Truth! They too have heard thy spell,<br>They too obey thy name, divinest Liberty!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III. <br>I marked Ambition in his war-array!<br>I heard the mailed Monarch's troublous cry--<br>' Ah! wherefore does the Northern Conqueress stay!<br>Groans not her chariot on its onward way?'<br>Fly, mailed monarch, fly!<br>Stunned by Death's twice mortal mace,<br>No more on murder's lurid face<br>The insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye!<br>Manes of the unnumbered slain!<br>Ye that gasped on Warsaw's plain!<br>Ye that erst at Ismail's tower,<br>When human ruin choked the streams,<br>Fell in conquest's glutted hour,<br>Mid women's shrieks and infant's screams!<br>Spirits of the uncoffined slain,<br>Sudden blasts of triumph swelling,<br>Oft, at night, in misty train,<br>Rush around her narrow dwelling!<br>The exterminating fiend is fled!--<br>(Foul her life and dark her doom)<br>Mighty armies of the dead<br>Dance, like death-fires, round her tomb!<br>Then with prophetic song relate,<br>Each some tyrant-murderer's fate!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.<br>Departing Year! 'twas on no earthly shore<br>My soul beheld thy vision! Where alone,<br>Voiceless and stern, before the cloudy throne,<br>Aye Memory sits: thy robe inscribed with gore,<br>With many an unimaginable groan<br>Thou storied'st thy sad hours! Silence ensued,<br>Deep silence o'er the ethereal multitude,<br>Whose locks with wreaths, whose wreaths with glories shone.<br>Then his eye wild ardors glancing,<br>From the choired gods advancing,<br>The Spirit of the Earth made reverence meet,<br>And stood up, beautiful, before the cloudy seat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.<br>Throughout the blissful throng,<br>Hushed were harp and song:<br>Till wheeling round the throne the Lampads seven<br>(The mystic Words of Heaven)<br>Permissive signal make:<br>The fervent Spirit bowed, then spread its wings ad spake!<br>'Thou in stormy blackness throning<br>Love and uncreated Light,<br>By the Earth's unsolaced groaning,<br>Seize thy terrors, Arm of might!<br>By peace with proffered insult scared,<br>Masked hate and envying scorn!<br>By years of havoc yet unborn!<br>And hunger's bosom to the frost-winds bared!<br>But chief by Afric's wrongs,<br>Strange, horrible, and foul!<br>By what deep guilt belongs<br>To the deaf Synod, 'full of gifts and lies!'<br>By wealth's insensate laugh! by torture's howl!<br>Avenger, rise!<br>Forever shall the thankless Island scowl,<br>Her quiver full, and with unbroken bow?<br>Speak! from thy storm-black Heaven, O speak aloud!<br>And on the darkling foe<br>Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud!<br>O dart the flash! O rise and deal the blow!<br>The Past to thee, to thee the Future cries!<br>Hark, how wide Nature joins her groans below!<br>Rise, God of Nature! rise.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI. <br>The voice had ceased, the vision fled;<br>Yet still I gasped and reeled with dread.<br>And ever, when the dream of night<br>Renews the phantom to my sight,<br>Cold sweat-drops gather on my limbs;<br>My ears throb hot; my eye-balls start;<br>My brain with horrid tumult swims,<br>Wild is the tempest of my heart;<br>And my thick and struggling breath<br>Imitates the toil of death!<br>No stranger agony confounds<br>The soldier on the war-field spread,<br>When all foredone with toil and wounds,<br>Death-like he dozes among heaps of dead!<br>(The strife is o'er, the daylight fled,<br>And the night-wind clamors hoarse!<br>See! the starting wretch's head<br>Lies pillowed on a brother's corse!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII. <br>Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile,<br>O Albion! O my mother Isle! <br>Thy valleys, fair as Eden's bowers,<br>Glitter green with sunny showers;<br>Thy grassy uplands' gentle swells<br>Echo to the bleat of flocks<br>(Those grassy hills, those glittering dells<br>Proudly ramparted with rocks);<br>And Ocean mid his uproar wild <br>Speaks safety to his island child.<br>Hence for many a fearless age<br>Has social Quiet loved thy shore;<br>Nor ever proud invaders rage<br>Or sacked thy towers, or stained thy fields with gore.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII.<br>Abandoned of Heaven! mad avarice thy guide,<br>At cowardly distance, yet kindling with pride--<br>Mid thy herds and thy corn-fields secure thou hast stood,<br>And joined the wild yelling of famine and blood!<br>The nations curse thee. They with eager wondering<br>Shall hear Destruction, like a vulture, scream!<br>Strange-eyed Destruction! who with many a dream<br>Of central fires through neither seas upthundering<br>Soothes her fierce solitude; yet as she lies<br>By livid fount, or red volcanic stream,<br>If ever to her lidless dragon-eyes, <br>O Albion! thy predestined ruins rise,<br>The fiend-hag on her perilous couch doth leap,<br>Muttering distempered triumph in her charmed sleep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IX.<br>Away, my soul, away!<br>In vain, in vain the birds of warning sing--<br>And hark! I hear the famished bird of prey,<br>Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind!<br>Away, my soul, away!<br>I, unpartaking of the evil thing,<br>With daily prayer and daily toil <br>Soliciting for food my scanty soil,<br>Have wailed my country with a loud Lament.<br>Now I recentre my immortal mind<br>In the deep sabbath of meek self-content;<br>Cleansed from the vaporous passions that bedim<br>God's Image, sister of the Seraphim.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a></strong></div>