Ode to Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire
         And hail the Chapel! hail the Platform wild!
           Where Tell directed the avenging dart,
         With well-strung arm, that first preservst his child,
           Then aim'd the arrow at the tyrant's heart.
Splendour's fondly-fostered child!
And did you hail the platform wild,
 Where once the Austrian fell
 Beneath the shaft of Tell!
O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
Light as a dream your days their circlets ran,
From all that teaches brotherhood to Man
 Far, far removed! from want, from hope, from fear!
 Enchanting music lulled your infant ear,
Obeisance, praises soothed your infant heart:
Emblazonments and old ancestral crests,
With many a bright obtrusive form of art,
Detained your eye from Nature: stately vests,
That veiling strove to deck your charms divine,
Rich viands, and the pleasurable wine,
Were yours unearned by toil; nor could you see
The unenjoying toiler's misery.
And yet, free Nature's uncorrupted child,
You hailed the Chapel and the Platform wild,
   Where once the Austrian fell
   Beneath the shaft of Tell!
 O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
 Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
There crowd your finely-fibred frame
 All living faculties of bliss;
And Genius to your cradle came,
His forehead wreathed with lambent flame,
 And bending low, with godlike kiss
 Breath'd in a more celestial life;
But boasts not many a fair compeer
 A heart as sensitive to joy and fear?
And some, perchance, might wage an equal strife,
Some few, to nobler being wrought,
Corrivals in the nobler gift of thought.
   Yet these delight to celebrate
   Laurelled War and plumy State;
   Or in verse and music dress
   Tales of rustic happiness—
Pernicious tales! insidious strains!
   That steel the rich man's breast,
   And mock the lot unblest,
 The sordid vices and the abject pains,
 Which evermore must be
 The doom of ignorance and penury!
But you, free Nature's uncorrupted child,
You hailed the Chapel and the Platform wild,
     Where once the Austrian fell
     Beneath the shaft of Tell!
   O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
   Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
You were a Mother! That most holy name,
   Which Heaven and Nature bless,
 I may not vilely prostitute to those
   Whose infants owe them less
 Than the poor caterpillar owes
   Its gaudy parent fly.
You were a mother! at your bosom fed
 The babes that loved you. You, with laughing eye,
Each twilight-thought, each nascent feeling read,
 Which you yourself created. Oh! delight!
   A second time to be a mother,
     Without the mother's bitter groans:
   Another thought, and yet another,
     By touch, or taste, by looks or tones,
 O'er the growing sense to roll,
 The mother of your infant's soul!
The Angel of the Earth, who, while he guides
 His chariot-planet round the goal of day,
All trembling gazes on the eye of God
 A moment turned his awful face away;
And as he viewed you, from his aspect sweet
 New influences in your being rose,
Blest intuitions and communions fleet
 With living Nature, in her joys and woes!
   Thenceforth your soul rejoiced to see
   The shrine of social Liberty!
   O beautiful! O Nature's child!
   'Twas thence you hailed the Platform wild,
     Where once the Austrian fell
     Beneath the shaft of Tell!
   O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
   Thence learn'd you that heroic measure
           Where Tell directed the avenging dart,
         With well-strung arm, that first preservst his child,
           Then aim'd the arrow at the tyrant's heart.
Splendour's fondly-fostered child!
And did you hail the platform wild,
 Where once the Austrian fell
 Beneath the shaft of Tell!
O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
Light as a dream your days their circlets ran,
From all that teaches brotherhood to Man
 Far, far removed! from want, from hope, from fear!
 Enchanting music lulled your infant ear,
Obeisance, praises soothed your infant heart:
Emblazonments and old ancestral crests,
With many a bright obtrusive form of art,
Detained your eye from Nature: stately vests,
That veiling strove to deck your charms divine,
Rich viands, and the pleasurable wine,
Were yours unearned by toil; nor could you see
The unenjoying toiler's misery.
And yet, free Nature's uncorrupted child,
You hailed the Chapel and the Platform wild,
   Where once the Austrian fell
   Beneath the shaft of Tell!
 O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
 Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
There crowd your finely-fibred frame
 All living faculties of bliss;
And Genius to your cradle came,
His forehead wreathed with lambent flame,
 And bending low, with godlike kiss
 Breath'd in a more celestial life;
But boasts not many a fair compeer
 A heart as sensitive to joy and fear?
And some, perchance, might wage an equal strife,
Some few, to nobler being wrought,
Corrivals in the nobler gift of thought.
   Yet these delight to celebrate
   Laurelled War and plumy State;
   Or in verse and music dress
   Tales of rustic happiness—
Pernicious tales! insidious strains!
   That steel the rich man's breast,
   And mock the lot unblest,
 The sordid vices and the abject pains,
 Which evermore must be
 The doom of ignorance and penury!
But you, free Nature's uncorrupted child,
You hailed the Chapel and the Platform wild,
     Where once the Austrian fell
     Beneath the shaft of Tell!
   O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
   Whence learn'd you that heroic measure?
You were a Mother! That most holy name,
   Which Heaven and Nature bless,
 I may not vilely prostitute to those
   Whose infants owe them less
 Than the poor caterpillar owes
   Its gaudy parent fly.
You were a mother! at your bosom fed
 The babes that loved you. You, with laughing eye,
Each twilight-thought, each nascent feeling read,
 Which you yourself created. Oh! delight!
   A second time to be a mother,
     Without the mother's bitter groans:
   Another thought, and yet another,
     By touch, or taste, by looks or tones,
 O'er the growing sense to roll,
 The mother of your infant's soul!
The Angel of the Earth, who, while he guides
 His chariot-planet round the goal of day,
All trembling gazes on the eye of God
 A moment turned his awful face away;
And as he viewed you, from his aspect sweet
 New influences in your being rose,
Blest intuitions and communions fleet
 With living Nature, in her joys and woes!
   Thenceforth your soul rejoiced to see
   The shrine of social Liberty!
   O beautiful! O Nature's child!
   'Twas thence you hailed the Platform wild,
     Where once the Austrian fell
     Beneath the shaft of Tell!
   O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
   Thence learn'd you that heroic measure