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The Summit of the Jungfrau Mountain.


The moon is rising broad, and round, and bright;
And here on snows, where never human foot
Of common mortal trod, we nightly tread,
And leave no traces; o'er the savage sea,
The glassy ocean of the mountain ice,
We skim its rugged breakers, which put on
The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,
Frozen in a moment (1)—a dead whirlpool's image:
And this most steep fantastic pinnacle,

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The fretwork of some earthquake-where the clouds
Pause to repose themselves in passing by-
Is sacred to our revels, or our vigils;
Here do I wait my sisters, on our way
To the Hall of Arimanes, for to-night

Is our great festival-'tis strange they come not.

A Voice without, singing.

The Captive Usurper,

Hurl'd down from the throne,

Lay buried in torpor,
Forgotten and lone ;

(1) ["Came to a morass; Hobhouse dismounted to get over well; I tried to pass my horse over; the horse sunk up to the chin, and of course he and I were in the mud together; bemired, but not hurt; laughed and rode on. Arrived at the Grindenwald; mounted again, and rode to the higher glacier-like a frozen hurricane."- Swiss Journal. — E.]

I broke through his slumbers,
I shiver'd his chain,

I leagued him with numbers
He's Tyrant again!

With the blood of a million he'll answer my care, With a nation's destruction-his flight and despair.

Second Voice, without.

The ship sail'd on, the ship sail'd fast,
But I left not a sail, and I left not a mast;
There is not a plank of the hull or the deck,

And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck ;
Save one, whom I held, as he swam, by the hair,
And he was a subject well worthy my care;
A traitor on land, and a pirate at sea

But I saved him to wreak further havoc for me!

FIRST DESTINY, answering.

The city lies sleeping ;

The morn, to deplore it,

May dawn on it weeping:
Sullenly, slowly,

The black plague flew o'er it-
Thousands lie lowly;

Tens of thousands shall perish
The living shall fly from
The sick they should cherish;
But nothing can vanquish
The touch that they die from.

Sorrow and anguish,

And evil and dread,
Envelope a nation-

The blest are the dead,
Who see not the sight

Of their own desolation.

This work of a night—

This wreck of a realm-this deed of my doingFor ages I've done, and shall still be renewing!


The Three.

Our hands contain the hearts of men,

Our footsteps are their graves;
We only give to take again

The spirits of our slaves!

First Des. Welcome!-Where's Nemesis ?

Second Des.

At some great work;

But what I know not, for my hands were full.

Third Des. Behold she cometh.

First Des.


Say, where hast thou been?

My sisters and thyself are slow to-night.

Nem. I was detain'd repairing shatter'd thrones,

Marrying fools, restoring dynasties,

Avenging men upon their enemies,

And making them repent their own revenge;
Goading the wise to madness; from the dull
Shaping out oracles to rule the world

Afresh, for they were waxing out of date,

And mortals dared to ponder for themselves,
To weigh kings in the balance, and to speak
Of freedom, the forbidden fruit.-Away!
We have outstay'd the hour mount we
clouds !(1)




The Hall of Arimanes—Arimanes on his Throne, a Globe of Fire, surrounded by the Spirits.

Hymn of the SPIRITS.

Hail to our Master! —Prince of Earth and Air! Who walks the clouds and waters-in his hand The sceptre of the elements, which tear

Themselves to chaos at his high command! He breatheth-and a tempest shakes the sea; He speaketh—and the clouds reply in thunder; He gazeth-from his glance the sunbeams flee; He moveth-earthquakes rend the world asunder. Beneath his footsteps the volcanoes rise;

His shadow is the Pestilence; his path The comets herald through the crackling skies; (2) And planets turn to ashes at his wrath. To him War offers daily sacrifice;

To him Death pays his tribute; Life is his, With all its infinite of agonies—

And his the spirit of whatever is!

(1) [This we think is out of place, at least, if not out of character; and though the author may tell us that human calamities are naturally subjects of derision to the ministers of vengeance, yet we cannot be persuaded that satirical and political allusions are at all compatible with the feelings and impressions which it was here his business to maintain. - JEFFREY.]

(2) [MS, —“ The comets herald through the {crackling skies."- -E]



First Des. Glory to Arimanes! on the earth
His power increaseth-both my sisters did
His bidding, nor did I neglect my duty!

Second Des. Glory to Arimanes! we who bow
The necks of men, bow down before his throne !
Third Des. Glory to Arimanes! we await
His nod!

Nem. Sovereign of Sovereigns! we are thine,
And all that liveth, more or less, is ours,

And most things wholly so; still to increase
Our power, increasing thine, demands our care,
And we are vigilant-Thy late commands
Have been fulfill'd to the utmost.

A Spirit.


What is here?

A mortal!-Thou most rash and fatal wretch,
Bow down and worship!

Second Spirit.

I do know the man

A Magian of great power, and fearful skill! Third Spirit. Bow down and worship, slave! What, know'st thou not

Thine and our Sovereign?- Tremble, and obey! All the Spirits. Prostrate thyself, and thy condemned clay,

Child of the Earth! or dread the worst.


I know it;


yet ye see I kneel not.

Fourth Spirit.

Man. 'Tis taught already;—many a night on the

"Twill be taught thee.

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