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THUS I begin my song-- The Genii all are goneTheyre gone gone gone-­ Gone for ever gone-

The sky is blackning-5 +Its rain pours downIts tears for the Genii-- while we are dancing rond

while we are dancing rond wile the merry bagpips sound 1 0 answer to our triping feet above below around-

So hurra 0 ye GeniiYe have got your maches now Alas once to your Feiry eye 15 all all the earth did bow-

but now 0 ye Geniiye are laid in your graves & above below around you do dance the merry knaves 20

thus I do end my songthe Genii all are gonethere gone gone gone-­ gone for ever gone-

+should be The sky it is <bl---> The clouds porus down

[June 1829]

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* For a glossary of Glass Town/Angrian person and place names, see Appendix D

3 the bill it [h]as past at last at lastit has past like the sun in his glory in my mind I cast that it would not have past 5 or else two[u]Id have pased gory

[June 1829]

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4 If you live by the sunny Fountainif you live in the streets of a town if you live on the top of a mountain or if you wear a crown-

— The Genii meddle with you 5

Think not that in your graves you will be quiet thereFor Genii come with spades To dig you up they dare

Genii will meddle with you 10

even if in your palacesamong your courteir[s] there The genii meddle with youFor mischief is there care-

Genii must meddle with you 15

Come Britons then ariseand let your swords be bare of wich the geniis blood-

let them be covered fair-- --They shall not meddle with you 20

[June 1829]

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5 one day I went out awalking and X saw a sheet of fire hovering oere the mountian kindled was my are

It blazed upon the mountain 5 and upon the castle wallIt blazed upon the Ocean-& the distant coast of Gall-

then suddenly it flew afar over Africs desart sand 10 till it seemed like the even star I saw it streech its wand-

upon a caravan of ArabsI saw him streech his hand so that they every one did die 15 by the stroke of his great wand

I saw it was a Genius now so that I ran awayFor fear that he should let me know if this was my last day-2 0

[July 1829]

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6 High minded Frenchmen love not the ghost who rides on the clouds of war with the eye of an eagle he views your hosts and grins with delight from far

For the time in his powerful mind he sees when like a slave before him led the kingdom of France shall bow at his knees & gloryfy him as its head

Though at this time his brow ma<y> not lour he looks to the future with Joy when from his high embattled tower in his terrible might he shall cry

Kingdom of France I bid thee beware at the storm which is drawing nigh Look at the troubled & darkening air Look at the wrath in mine eye

Young Soult July 17 1829

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7 0 when shall our brave land be free when shall our castles rise in pure & glorious liberty before our joyful eyes

How long shall tyrants ride in state upon the thundercloud the arbiters of Englands fate and of her nobles proud

Thou sun of liberty arise-- upon our beauteous land terrible vengeance rend the skys let tyrants feel they hand

let tyrants feel thy hand we cry & let them see thy gaze for they will shrink beneath thy eye & we will sing thy praise

the song of vengeance shall arise before the morning sun illuminates the arched skys or its high course doth run

the song of vengeance shall not cease when midnight cometh on when the silver moon shines out in peace to light the traveler lone

July the 24 U T

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8 what is more glorious in nature or art than a bottle of Brandy clear there's nothing I like so well for my part it rids you of evry fear

it raises your spirits on stillest night it carries you lightly along it wings you away from this pitiful sight & disposes your min[d] for a song

for a song like mine it makes you wish & it keeps your eyes from a doze unless you are dull as a kettle of fish then't sends you of to repose

I hope high Duke that you like my song which for your pleasure I chant as it is beautiful & not long your approbation grant

[July/August 1829]

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9 Interior of A Pothouse By Young Soult

the cheerful fire is blazing bright & cast[s] a ruddy glare on beams & rafters all in sight & on the sanded floor

the scoured pewter on the shelf glitters like silver pure & all the ware of stony delf doth like to Gold allure

and where this fire so magical doth spread its light around sure many scenes most magical are acted on that ground

about that oaken table in the middle of the floor are sat those who are able to play one card or more

and now behold the stakes are set now watch the anxious faces of all who have laid down a bet scarce can they keep their places

but see the teller holds the card above the silent crowd look at his meagre visage hard & list’ his accents loud

he says the card is number one look at that fellow there I think he has his buisness done Behold his ghastly stare

now he has drawn his sword and plunged it in his side look at his dying struggle while <r>ushes forth the tide

of red & streaming blood the current of his life pouring a crimson flood while all within the strife

of racking pain of body & torturing pain of mind doth rend his heart in peices & will no freind mos[t] king

wipe from his brow the calmy swet & cheer his dying hour premise to aid his orphans dear with all within his power

no there they'll alway let him lay 45 & pass unheeding by unless the[y] find him in their way when theyll kick him all awry

or tearing up a flag in the neatly sanded floor 50 theyll throw him in & leave <him> there & think of him no more

& now I've done my verses you may read them if you choose or throw them in the fire 55 as Ive nought to gain or lose

Young Soult August the 21 1829

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10 The Glass Town by U T the Glass Town

1 tis sunset & the golden orb has sunk behind the mountains far & rises now the silver moon & sparkles bright the evening star

2 but in the west an crimson light 5 above the horizon glows tinting all nature with the bright gay colours of the rose

3 and over all the eastern sky the robe of twilight gray 10 is heaving up the heavens nigh while the pale milky way

4 goes clearer still & clearer as vanishes the light

till it arches all the firmament like a rainbow of the night

but the sound of murmuring waters from distance far I hear like the rushing of a cataract it fall[s] upon my ear

tis the roaring of the multitude within those mighty walls whose noise is like to rageing or rushing waterfalls

tis that great & glorious city whose high ruler doth defy the might[i]est of the a[r]mies who their strength against her try

0 may he ever reign in glory may his glittering sword be dyed in the life blood of his enemies though on the clouds they ride

0 may he bring than to the <earth> with fearful scorn and shame may they bow their heads before him & dread his mighty name

but now the roaring sound has ceased the city is sunk to sleep & oer the world nights curtain falls mid silence still S deep

but yet the silver moon shine[s] out & the brilliant sparkling stars are wheeling down the firmament their shining pearly <cars>

no sound doth break the silence save the merry nightingale as it pours its sweet warbling dow[n] the still & lonely vale

U T August the 25 1829

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on seeing A beautiful statue & a rich golden vase full of wine lying beside it in the desert of Sahara

see that golden goblet shine decked with gems so starry bright crowned with the most sparkling wine casting forth a ruby light

Emerald leaves its brim encircle with their brilliant green and rich grapes of saphire purple twined with these are seen

near a majestic statue of purest marble stands rising like a spirit from the wilderness of sand's

but heark unto that trumpet swell which soundeth long and loud rivalling the music of the darkest thundercloud

tis the signal that from hence we both of us must go so come my brother dear let it be even so

U T Sepfc 2 1829

Publication: Neufeldt PCB A canceled stanza following stanza three reads but see a flash of lightning has darted from that cloud now listen to that thunder peal so crashing long and loud



Farewell 0 thou pleasant land rich are thy feild's and fair

thy mighty forest's they are grand but freedom dwells not there

thy rugged mountains rise sublime from the barren desert wild and thou wouldst be a pleasant land if freedom on thee smiled

Our hearts are sad as we turn from thee and thy pleasant smiling shore to think that not again shall we Behold thee ever more

ere many day's are passed away the sea will between us lie and when in freedoms land we dewll for thee we'll heave a sigh

because that oer thee triumph those tyrant's of the air who dwell in halls of thunder & robes of lightning wear

but now we're bound afar off to our fathers land we go swift foaming billows roll us and winds of heaven blow

there rises freedoms palace like a tower of burning gold around it roars the ocean with its world of waters rolled

up to the glorious castle where mighty freedom dewells while round her like a tempest sea music sweetly swells

U T Sepfc 7 1829

But now were bound afar [off] to our father's land we go swif[t] foaming billows roll us and winds of heaven blow

U T Sepfc 7 1829

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ON seeing the Garden of A Genius by 0 T

How pleasant is the world where mighty Geni dwell like a vision is the beauty of wild forest stream & fell

their palaces arise from the green and flowry ground while strains of sweetest music are floating all around

their castles of bright adamant all mortal strength defy encircled round with geni towering like rocks on high

& now behold that verdant plain spa[n]gled with star like flowers watered by purest silver lakes & crowned with emerald bowers

in the midst appear[s] a palace of yellow topaz bright from which streams forth a glory of sunny golden light

O if the dwellers in this land heeded their dreadful name how all the mortal world would sing that bright & quenchless Fame

But now the eye of hatred follows whereere they go in the sea or in the firmament it trys to work then woe

they may robe themselves in darkness themselves with lightning crown they may weild the sword of vengeance but to them we'll not bow down

they may frame in the dark ocean high palaces of pearl mid the silver orbs of heaven their dragon wings unfurl

& throned on the star's of night while thunder rolls around

may bid the earth to wait on them but vain shall be the sound 4 0

U T Sept 9 1829

how pleasant is the world where mighty geni dwell like a vision is the beauty of wild forest stream & fell &c &c

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14 THE AMMON TREE Cotter a poea by young Soult _________ the Ryhaer_________

0 Miserable man who to the injury of thyself and others leadest a wretched life of pain and sorrow not one drop of joy 0 think how many thou hast made lamentt] even untill their last and worst day 1 tell thee think and leave thy wret[c]hed life Or die by the Remor[s]eless hand of Law wich spareth not nor knoweth how to spare those wretches who to Dare it do pretend Think when thou hearst the sentence of the jud[ge] thou wretch thou art by law condemd to die then Bound then Manacled thou art led unto the yawning bloody guilotine______________

Ammon Cutter-- - - - or Ammon skinner these are a most dang erous class of menInhabitants of Paris and its enviorns they go out in the Nightsand cutt down all the Ammon Trees and-- - burn all the vineyards of those against whom they have a spite, and If they can catch the owners they flay them allive--and then tie-

or make stools of their bones0 vile amon tree cutter thee I will slay and fling thee in the gutter that thou may rot away 0 vile Ammon tree cutter thee I do hate and some day wen. I see. thee 111 dash thy dismal pate

Culvin<gton> vol 3.325

Guilotine-- - - - - ­ A instrument used inFrance instead of the-

them to a tree with their skin as anumbrella


0 leave thy wicked life when thou dost hear 15 what I am going to say tis for thy good in Paris in that most famous city though it is oft convulsed by horrid wars their lived a Man by nature feirce & highalso proud and disdainful, rich he was. 2 0 but with low villains meetin[g] they did strip him of his riches and did leave him poorDesolate and fo[r]lorn he wrung his handshe stamped he raved he tore his hairbut all for nought for they s[t]ood looking on 25 with the utmost composure hah thou poor Deluded man. he could not brook all this but forth with out he ran and for long time nothing of him was heard-- - End of the First Book PBB. Sept 1. 1829

In Paris that most & c PARIS a city and-- - capital of Frenchyland situate on the RiverSiene. 50 miles of the open sea it is a glassto wn. and very large it is thus de[s]cribed by Capt Tree-- - - - - - - - - O Paris I approach thee thou world in minature full of Wickedness. Rioting Idleness & Grandeur thou hast Tembles* reaching to the skys the abode of Grandeaur holes in the groung* the

* "Temples" and "ground"

abodes of misery wide spacious streets little dirty narrow lanes-- -

Travles. vol 2 _______________ p. 355 with low villains-- - - this alludes to a Tavern the most horrid places imaginable for an accurate discription of one see Discription of a Tavern Branwells Magazine March 1829-- - - - - ­ by M Chateubriand_______

obviously intended

tree cutterThe Ammon BOOK 2

One moonlight stary Night along the side Of the clear lake which semed another skyI slowly walkt. thinking upon those times

when europe was involved in dreadful war and wild dest[r]u[c]tion raised her standard high 5 I saw a shining light burst from the Trees calld Anunon which their heads did statly rearand 0 that light did shine so briliantly that it seemd like the sun on Oceans wave Into the grove I walked to see that light 10 which did shine with such splendour on the lake that it did serve ins[t]ead of the pale moon which then enwraped in clouds did hide itself I went and Oh wat met my aching sight The very man of whom I spoke before-15 his face was haggard and his sleeve tuckt upa knife which reekd with blood was in his hand

When Europe was &c the time of the late French Revolutionin which all the Nations of-- that qua[r]ter of the globe acted and took the part_______________ Amonn. tree-- - - - of Almond tree is a tall and sta[te]ly tree which produces the

fruit called Almonds_____ like the sun on oceans &c this passage may seem obscure at first but after a little reflection people will see that it is a just simile for the sun set ing on the sea causes a long Train of light to shine over the seathis may well be compa red to the rays darting from some <su[r]fess after> bright light <streams>

He trampled upon a victim skinnd Who writhd about in dying agonies Onward I rushed on the Murderer. 20 I seized him by his throat & cried forbear forbear thou Wretch from slaugthe[r]ing this man He stared at me then with a fearful cry Away he dashd leaving part of his flesh with me such was the fearful wrench he gave 25 I He[s]itated to pursue for hedid run like leopard bounding oer the plain And now the morning came with swiftest wings The sun arisen brightend all the feildsand gladned Natuere sung her song of joy 3 0 as on to <Paris> I did bend my way

Eend of the Second Book PBB. Sept 6

— The Ammon Tree Cutter BOOK THIRD

What do I hear Xs it the sou[n]d of multitudsOr the mighty cataracts roarYes tis a Roaring Rushing multitudethat Horrid Instrument the guilotine which doth before them gapind* bloody stand A victim skinned alluding to the mann er in which they treat the masters

of the Amon trees** see <Note> page 1the < > see <Note> page 1-

* "gaping" obviously intended ** these two notes are heavily blotted and virtually unreadable

before the judge whose is seated on high their stands a wretch in whom I recognise that very murderer who flayed alive that man in the dark grove of Ammon tre[es] handcuffed and bound and pale he was and haggard was his cheek deep sunk his eye but still a sterne and frowning look had he <Taws>* he who once was rich who Now was poor Sternly he eyed the Judge who thus beganVillain thoust dared the Mighty Empreurs laws In killing his great Marshall Peirre Marmont Thy punishment is Death by th[e] guillotine The villain raised a Horrid wailing cry Ha Ha you vile partial Judge Murat-- - I am then doomed to die the Dismal death Yes but before I do Revenge is Mine Revenge Revenge Revenge so saying he flew on the Judge Murat and like a madman Tore him in peices saying Revenge Revenge

The Mighty Empreur Napoleon Bonaparte Empreure of theFrench_______________ great Peirre Marmont the famous Marmont or Marma. as he issometimes calld he is a mortal enemy to young soultsFathrer Marshall Alexander Soult-

Judge Murat Napoleons Brother in Law a savage manwho would not care for the death of his own son more than that of a Rabbit-his Name at full lenght is Jean Joachim-- - Murat. Mayor of the City of Paris