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XXXHI.

THE COUNCIL OF CLERMONT.

AND shall," the Pontiff asks, "profaneness flow “From Nazareth-source of Christian piety,

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From Bethlehem, from the Mounts of Agony

"And glorified Ascension? Warriors, go,

"With prayers and blessings we your path will sow ; "Like Moses hold our hands erect, till ye "Have chased far off by righteous victory "These sons of Amalek, or laid them low!”. “ God willeth IT,” the whole assembly ery; Shout which the enraptured multitude astounds! The Council-roof and Clermont's towers reply ;

· God willeth it," from hill to hill rebounds,

And, in awe-stricken Countries far and nigh,

Through Nature's hollow arch' that voice resounds *.

• The decision of this council was believed to be instantly known in remote parts of Europe.

THE turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms
Along the west; though driven from Aquitaine,
The Crescent glitters on the towers of Spain;
And soft Italia feels renewed alarins ;

The scimitar, that yields not to the charms
Of case, the narrow Bosphorus will disdain ;

Nor long (that crossed) would Grecian hills detain
Their tents, and check the current of their armis.
Then blame not those who, by the mightiest lever
Known to the moral world, Imagination,
Upheave, so seems it, from her natural station
All Christendom :-they sweep along (was never
So huge a host!)-to tear from the Unbeliever
The precious Tomb, their haven of salvation.

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REDOUBTED King, of courage leonine,
I mark thee, Richard! urgent to equip
Thy warlike person with the staff and scrip;
I watch thee sailing o'er the midland brine;
In conquered Cyprus see thy Bride decline
Her blushing cheek, love-vows upon her lip,
And see love-emblems streaming from thy ship,
As thence she holds her way to Palestine.
My Song, a fearless homager, would attend
Thy thundering battle-axe as it cleaves the press
Of war; but duty summons her away
To tell-how, finding in the rash distress

Of those Enthusiasts a subservient friend,

To giddier heights hath clomb the Papal sway.

XXXVI.

AN INTERDICT.

REALMS quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace The Church, by mandate shadowing forth the power She arrogates o'er heaven's eternal door,

Closes the gates of every sacred place.

Straight from the sun and tainted air's embrace ↑ All sacred things are covered: cheerful morn Grows sad as night-no seemly garb is worn, Nor is a face allowed to meet a face

With natural smiles of greeting. Bells are dumb;
Ditches are graves-funereal rites denied;

And in the church-yard he must take his bride
Who dares be wedded! Fancies thickly come
Into the pensive heart ill fortified,

And comfortless despairs the soul benumb.

The

gross materials of this world present

A marvellous study of wild accident ;
Uncouth proximities of old and new;
And bold transfigurations, more untrue
(As might be deemed) to disciplined intent
Than aught the sky's fantastic element,
When most fantastic, offers to the view.
Saw we not Henry scourged at Becket's shrine ?
Lo! John self-stripped of his insignia :—crown,
Sceptre and mantle, sword and ring, laid down
At a proud Legate's feet! The spears that line
Baronial halls, the opprobrious insult feel;
And angry Ocean roars a vain appeal.