15 A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; His sword was in the sheath; When Kempenfelt went down Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes And mingle with our cup The tears that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And He and his Eight Hundred Must plough the wave no more. IN SUBMERSIONEM NAVIGII, CUI GEORGIUS REGALE NOMEN INDITUM.* [TRANSLATION OF THE PRECEDING.] LANGIMUS fortes. Periêre fortes, Navis, innitens lateri, jacebat, Malus ad summas trepidabat undas, Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam Nec sinunt ultrà tibi nos recentes Magne, qui nomen, licèt incanorum, Omne triumphos. Non hyems illos furibunda mersit, Abstulit ensis. * Hayley, 1803, vol. in. p. 163. Cowper's manuscript is Additional MS. British Museum, 24,155, folio 40a. Navitæ sed tum nimium jocosi Et quiescebat, calamoque dextram im- Vos, quibus cordi est grave opus piumque, 25 Hi quidem (sic Diis placuit) fuêre: 80 THE VALEDICTION.* AREWELL, false hearts! whose best affections fail, Like shallow brooks which summer suns exhale ! * We have stated in our Memoir (vol. I. p. ci.) the circumstances under which Cowper gave vent to his disappointment at the culpable silence of his friends Thurlow and George Colman, in these indignant lines. He sent them to his friend Unwin in a letter dated 10th November, 1783, and commented upon his remarks on them in another letter, dated the 24th of the same month. Until lately the lines have not been completely published. Hayley gave a harmless extract from them, and other editors, not having access (except Dr. John Johnson) to the omitted passages, necessarily followed in his wake. The lines are now in the British Museum (Additional MS. 24,155, folio 146), and, as Southey remarked, there is no longer any reason for suppressing any portion of them. Forgetful of the man whom once ye chose, 5 First, farewell Niger!* whom now duly proved, I disregard as much as once I loved. Your brain well furnished, and your tongue well taught To press with energy your ardent thought, Sound sense, intrepid spirit, manly grace, Fulfilled with ease had you been so inclined, Proof of an old affection still alive Your sullen silence serves at least to tell Your altered heart-and so, my Lord, farewell! Terentius, once my friend, farewell to thee! * Lord Thurlow, raised to the Peerave 3rd June, 1778. † George Colman, the elder 10 15 20 Who, born a gentleman, hast stooped too low, Where Nichol swung the birch and twined the bays, I thought the volume I presumed to send, Oh friendship! cordial of the human breast! 46 50 55 60 65 |