1822 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Helen Maria Williams

James Harley, in The Press, or Literary Chit-Chat. A Satire (1822) 78 &n.



Hark to the trumpet, and hark to the drums,
And the terrible cry, She comes, she comes!
The mob crowded round her, the nations aghast
Beheld the next vot'ry as by them she past;
Her flag was of white, and sable the shield
With "guttes du sang" sprinkled all over its field;
I saw her, I trembled — no homage she paid
As past the great monarch her pathway she made:
Whilst beyond distant space I saw her retire,
The echoes still rung, Ave Helen Maria!*

* Miss Williams has more recently, I am happy to say, employed herself in translating from the French — a better task than publishing her ultra-revolutionary ideas.