Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CONVICTS OF NEW SOUTH WALES: ELINOR, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Once more to daily toil, once more to wear Last Line: And fit the faithful penitent for heaven. Subject(s): Australia; England; Exiles; New South Wales, Australia; Prisons & Prisoners; Repentance; English; Penitence | ||||||||
ONCE more to daily toil, once more to wear The livery of shame, once more to search With miserable task this savage shore! Oh Thou, who mountest so triumphantly In yonder heaven, beginning thy career Of glory, Oh thou blessed Sun! thy beams Fall on me with the same benignant light Here, at the furthest limits of the world, And blasted as I am with infamy, As when in better years poor Elinor Gazed on thy glad uprise with eye undimmed By guilt and sorrow, and the opening morn Woke her from quiet sleep to days of peace. In other occupation then I trod The beach at eve; and then, when I beheld The billows as they rolled before the storm Burst on the rock and rage, my timid soul Shrunk at the perils of the boundless deep, And heaved a sigh for suffering mariners. Ah! little thinking I myself was doomed To tempt the perils of the boundless deep, An outcast, unbeloved and unbewailed. Still will thou haunt me, memory! still present The fields of England to my exiled eyes, The joys which once were mine! Even now I see The lowly lovely dwelling! even now Behold the woodbine clasping its white walls, Where fearlessly the red-breasts chirp around To ask their morning meal: and where at eve I loved to sit and watch the rook sail by, And hear his hollow croak, what time he sought The church-yard elm, that with its ancient boughs Full-foliaged, half concealed the house of God: That holy house, where I so oft have heard My father's voice explain the wondrous works Of heaven to sinful man. Ah! little deemed His virtuous bosom that his shameless child So soon should spurn the lesson! sink, the slave Of vice and infamy! the hireling prey Of brutal appetite! At length, worn out With famine, and the avenging scourge of guilt, Should dare dishonestyyet dread to die! Welcome, ye savage lands, ye barbarous climes, Where angry England sends her outcast sons, I hail your joyless shores! My weary bark, Long tempest-tost on life's inclement sea, Here hails her haven! welcomes the drear scene, The marshy plain, the brier-entangled wood, And all the perils of a world unknown, For Elinor has nothing new to fear From fickle fortune! All her rankling shafts Barbed with disgrace, and venomed with disease, Have pierced my bosom, and the dart of death Has lost its terrors to a wretch like me. Welcome, ye marshy heaths! ye pathless woods, Where the rude native rests his wearied frame, Beneath the sheltering shade; where, when the storm, As rough and bleak it rolls along the sky, Benumbs his naked limbs, he flies to seek The dripping shelter. Welcome, ye wild plains Unbroken by the plough, undelved by hand Of patient rustic; where, for lowing herds, And for the music of the bleating flocks, Alone is heard the kangaroo's sad note Deepening in distance. Welcome, ye rude climes, The realm of Nature! Foras yet unknown The crimes and comforts of luxurious life Nature benignly gives to all enough, Denies to all a superfluity. What though the garb of infamy I wear, Though day by day along the echoing beach I cull the wave-worn shells; yet day by day I earn in honesty my frugal food, And lay me down at night to calm repose, No more condemned the mercenary tool Of brutal lust, while heaves the indignant heart With virtue's stifled sigh, to fold my arms Round the rank felon, and for daily bread To hug contagion to my poisoned breast; On these wild shores repentance' saviour hand Shall probe my secret soul; shall cleanse its wounds, And fit the faithful penitent for heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE THE RUBAIYAT, 1859 EDITION: 7 by OMAR KHAYYAM RECONCILIATION by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |
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