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To Mary Wollstonecraft ............. 3 The Triumph of Woman ............... 7 Poems on the Slave-Trade .......... 29 Sonnet 1 .......................... 33 2 .......................... 34 3 .......................... 35 4 .......................... 36 5 .......................... 37 6 .......................... 38 To the Genius of Africa ........... 39 To my own Miniature Picture ....... 44 The Pauper's Funeral .............. 47 Ode written on 1st of January ..... 49 Inscription 1 ..................... 55 2 ..................... 56 3 ..................... 57 4 ..................... 59 5 ..................... 61 6 ..................... 62 7 ..................... 63 8 ..................... 64 Birth-Day Ode ..................... 67 Birth-Day Ode ..................... 71 Botany-bay Eclogues ............... 75 Elinor ............................ 77 Humphrey and William .............. 83 John, Samuel, and Richard ......... 92 Frederic .......................... 99 Sonnet 1 ......................... 107 2 ......................... 108 3 ......................... 109 4 ......................... 110 5 ......................... 111 6 ......................... 112 7 ......................... 113 8 ......................... 114 9 ......................... 115 10 ......................... 116 Sappho ........................... 121 Ode written on 1st. Dece. ........ 126 Written on Sunday Morning ........ 129 On the death of a favorite old Spaniel .................... 132 To Contemplation ................. 135 To Horror ........................ 140 The Soldier's Wife ............... 145 The Widow ........................ 147 The Chapel Bell .................. 149 The Race of Banquo ............... 152 Musings on a landscape of Caspar Poussin ................. 154 Mary ............................. 163 Donica ........................... 175 Rudiger .......................... 187 Hymn to the Penates .............. 203

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p.151 - in the last line but one, for nosal, read nasal. p.192 - line 8, for wild, read mild. p. 203 - in the note, for Complicces, read Complices.

THE TRIUMPH OF WOMAN

TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT.

The lilly cheek, the "purple light of love," The liquid lustre of the melting eye,-- Mary! of these the Poet sung, for these Did Woman triumph! with no angry frown View this degrading conquest. At that age No MAID OF ARC had snatch'd from coward man The heaven-blest sword of Liberty; thy sex Could boast no female ROLAND'S martyrdom; No CORDE'S angel and avenging arm Had sanctified again the Murderer's name As erst when Caesar perish'd: yet some strains May even adorn this theme, befitting me To offer, nor unworthy thy regard.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

The Subject of the following Poem may be found in the Third and Fourth Chapters of the first Book of Esdras.

THE TRIUMPH of WOMAN.

Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands has sped, The night-blast wildly howling round his head, Known all the woes of want, and felt the storm Of the bleak winter parch his shivering form; The journey o'er and every peril past Beholds his little cottage-home at last, And as he sees afar the smoke curl slow, Feels his full eyes with transport overflow: So from the scene where Death and Anguish reign, And Vice and Folly drench with blood the plain, Joyful I turn, to sing how Woman's praise Avail'd again Jerusalem to raise, Call'd forth the sanction of the Despot's nod, And freed the nation best-belov'd of God.

Darius gives the feast: to Persia's court, Awed by his will, the obedient throng resort, Attending Satraps swell the Prince's pride, And vanquish'd Monarchs grace their Conqueror's side. No more the Warrior wears the garb of war, Sharps the strong steel, or mounts the scythed car; No more Judaea's sons dejected go, And hang the head and heave the sigh of woe. From Persia's rugged hills descend the train. From where Orontes foams along the plain, From where Choaspes rolls his royal waves, And India sends her sons, submissive slaves. Thy daughters Babylon to grace the feast Weave the loose robe, and paint the flowery vest, With roseate wreaths they braid the glossy hair. They tinge the cheek which Nature form'd so fair, Learn the soft step, the soul-subduing glance, Melt in the song, and swim adown the dance. Exalted on the Monarch's golden throne In royal state the fair Apame shone;

Her form of majesty, her eyes of fire Chill with respect, or kindle with desire. The admiring multitude her charms adore, And own her worthy of the crown she wore.

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