Peter Bell the Third eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 32 pages of information about Peter Bell the Third.

Peter Bell the Third eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 32 pages of information about Peter Bell the Third.
26.  In the death hues of agony Lambently flashing from a fish, 585 Now Peter felt amused to see Shades like a rainbow’s rise and flee, Mixed with a certain hungry wish.
27.  So in his Country’s dying face He looked—­and, lovely as she lay, 590 Seeking in vain his last embrace, Wailing her own abandoned case, With hardened sneer he turned away: 
28.  And coolly to his own soul said;—­ ’Do you not think that we might make 595 A poem on her when she’s dead:—­ Or, no—­a thought is in my head—­ Her shroud for a new sheet I’ll take: 
29.  ’My wife wants one.—­Let who will bury This mangled corpse!  And I and you, 600 My dearest Soul, will then make merry, As the Prince Regent did with Sherry,—­’ ‘Ay—­and at last desert me too.’
30.  And so his Soul would not be gay, But moaned within him; like a fawn 605 Moaning within a cave, it lay Wounded and wasting, day by day, Till all its life of life was gone.
31.  As troubled skies stain waters clear, The storm in Peter’s heart and mind 610 Now made his verses dark and queer:  They were the ghosts of what they were, Shaking dim grave-clothes in the wind.
32.  For he now raved enormous folly, Of Baptisms, Sunday-schools, and Graves, 615 ’Twould make George Colman melancholy To have heard him, like a male Molly, Chanting those stupid staves.
33.  Yet the Reviews, who heaped abuse On Peter while he wrote for freedom, 620 So soon as in his song they spy The folly which soothes tyranny, Praise him, for those who feed ’em.
34.  ’He was a man, too great to scan;—­ A planet lost in truth’s keen rays:—­ 625 His virtue, awful and prodigious;—­ He was the most sublime, religious, Pure-minded Poet of these days.’
35.  As soon as he read that, cried Peter, ’Eureka!  I have found the way 630 To make a better thing of metre Than e’er was made by living creature Up to this blessed day.’
36.  Then Peter wrote odes to the Devil;—­ In one of which he meekly said:  635 ’May Carnage and Slaughter, Thy niece and thy daughter, May Rapine and Famine, Thy gorge ever cramming, Glut thee with living and dead! 640
37.  ’May Death and Damnation, And Consternation, Flit up from Hell with pure intent!  Slash them at Manchester, Glasgow, Leeds, and Chester; 645 Drench all with blood from Avon to Trent.
38.  ’Let thy body-guard yeomen Hew down babes and women, And laugh with bold triumph till Heaven be rent!  When Moloch in Jewry 650 Munched children with fury, It was thou, Devil, dining with pure intent.

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