Ed.
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ANTICIPATION. OCTOBER, 1803
Composed October 1803.—Published 1807 [A]
Included among the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty”;
re-named in 1845,
“Poems dedicated to National Independence and
Liberty.”—Ed.
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won!
On British ground the Invaders are laid
low;
The breath of Heaven has drifted them
like snow,
And left them lying in the silent sun,
Never to rise again!—the work
is done. 5
Come forth, ye old men, now in peaceful
show
And greet your sons! drums beat and trumpets
blow!
Make merry, wives! ye little children,
stun
Your grandame’s ears with pleasure
of your noise! [1]
Clap, infants, clap your hands! Divine
must be 10
That triumph, when the very worst, the
pain,
And even the prospect of our brethren
slain, [2]
Hath something in it which the heart enjoys:—
In glory will they sleep and endless sanctity.
[3]
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VARIANTS ON THE TEXT
[Variant 1:
1807.
... with transports of your own. C.
... with transport of your noise! 1838.
The edition of 1840 returns to the text of 1807.]
[Variant 2:
1807.
The loss and e’en the prospect of the slain, MS. 1803.
And in ‘The Poetical Register’, 1803.
And prospect of our Brethren to be slain, MS. 1803.]
[Variant 3:
1807.
True glory, everlasting sanctity. MS. 1803.
And in ‘The Poetical Register’, 1803.]
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT
[Footnote A: i. e. in the edition of 1807, but this sonnet was previously printed in 1803 in ‘The Poetical Register’, vol. iii. p. 340, in the ‘Anti-Gallican’ (1804), and in the ‘Poetical Repository’ (1805).—Ed.]