The Complete Poems (Penguin Classics)

  Like a wild beast, I am content to go.

  Masters’ commands come with a power resistless

  1405 To such as owe them absolute subjection;

  And for a life who will not change his purpose?

  (So mutable are all the ways of men)

  Yet this be sure, in nothing to comply

  Scandalous or forbidden in our Law.

  1410 Officer. I praise thy resolution; doff these links:

  By this compliance thou wilt win the lords

  To favour, and perhaps to set thee free.

  Samson. Brethren farewell, your company along

  I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them

  1415 To see me girt with friends; and how the sight

  Of me as of a common enemy,

  So dreaded once, may now exasperate them

  I know not. Lords are lordliest in their wine;

  And the well-feasted priest then soonest fired

  1420 With zeal, if aught religion seem concerned:

  No less the people on their holy-days

  Impetuous, insolent, unquenchable;

  Happen what may, of me expect to hear

  Nothing dishonourable, impure, unworthy

  1425 Our God, our Law, my nation, or myself;

  The last of me or no I cannot warrant.

  Chorus. Go, and the Holy One

  Of Israel be thy guide

  To what may serve his glory best, and spread his name

  1430 Great among the heathen round:

  Send thee the angel of thy birth, to stand

  Fast by thy side, who from thy father’s field

  Rode up in flames after his message told

  Of thy conception, and be now a shield

  1435 Of fire; that Spirit that first rushed on thee

  In the camp of Dan

  Be efficacious in thee now at need.

  For never was from Heaven imparted

  Measure of strength so great to mortal seed,

  1440 As in thy wond’rous actions hath been seen.

  But wherefore comes old Mánoa in such haste

  With youthful steps? much livelier than erewhile

  He seems: supposing here to find his son,

  Or of him bringing to us some glad news?

  1445 Manoa. Peace with you brethren; my inducement hither

  Was not at present here to find my son,

  By order of the lords new parted hence

  To come and play before them at their feast.

  I heard all as I came; the city rings,

  1450 And numbers thither flock; I had no will,

  Lest I should see him forced to things unseemly.

  But that which moved my coming now, was chiefly

  To give ye part with me what hope I have

  With good success to work his liberty.

  1455 Chorus. That hope would much rejoice us to partake

  With thee; say reverend sire, we thirst to hear.

  Manoa. I have attempted one by one the lords

  Either at home, or through the high street passing,

  With supplication prone and father’s tears

  1460 To accept of ransom for my son their prisoner;

  Some much averse I found and wondrous harsh,

  Contemptuous, proud, set on revenge and spite;

  That part most reverenced Dagon and his priests;

  Others more moderate seeming, but their aim

  1465 Private reward, for which both God and state

  They easily would set to sale; a third

  More generous far and civil, who confessed

  They had enough revenged, having reduced

  Their foe to misery beneath their fears,

  1470 The rest was magnanimity to remit,

  If some convenient ransom were proposed.

  What noise or shout was that? it tore the sky.

  Chorus. Doubtless the people shouting to behold

  Their once great dread, captive, and blind before them,

  1475 Or at some proof of strength before them shown.

  Manoa. His ransom, if my whole inheritance

  May compass it, shall willingly be paid

  And numbered down: much rather I shall choose

  To live the poorest in my tribe, than richest,

  1480 And he in that calamitous prison left.

  No, I am fixed not to part hence without him.

  For his redemption all my patrimony,

  If need be, I am ready to forgo

  And quit: not wanting him, I shall want nothing.

  1485 Chorus. Fathers are wont to lay up for their sons,

  Thou for thy son art bent to lay out all;

  Sons wont to nurse their parents in old age,

  Thou in old age car’st how to nurse thy son.

  Made older than thy age through eyesight lost.

  1490 Manoa. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes,

  And view him sitting in the house, ennobled

  With all those high explóits by him achieved,

  And on his shoulders waving down those locks,

  That of a nation armed the strength contained:

  1495 And I persuade me God had not permitted

  His strength again to grow up with his hair

  Garrisoned round about him like a camp

  Of faithful soldiery, were not his purpose

  To use him further yet in some great service,

  1500 Not to sit idle with so great a gift

  Useless, and thence ridiculous about him.

  And since his strength with eyesight was not lost,

  God will restore him eyesight to his strength.

  Chorus. Thy hopes are not ill-founded nor seem vain

  1505 Of his delivery, and thy joy thereon

  Conceived, agreeable to a father’s love,

  In both which we, as next, participate.

  Manoa. I know your friendly minds and – O what noise!

  Mercy of Heav’n what hideous noise was that!

  1510 Horribly loud unlike the former shout.

  Chorus. Noise call you it or universal groan

  As if the whole inhabitation perished;

  Blood, death, and deathful deeds are in that noise,

  Ruin, destruction at the utmost point.

  1515 Manoa. Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise,

  O it continues, they have slain my son.

  Chorus. Thy son is rather slaying them; that outcry

  From slaughter of one foe could not ascend.

  Manoa. Some dismal accident it needs must be;

  1520 What shall we do, stay here or run and see?

  Chorus. Best keep together here, lest running thither

  We unawares run into danger’s mouth.

  This evil on the Philistines is fall’n,

  From whom could else a general cry be heard?

  1525 The sufferers then will scarce molest us here;

  From other hands we need not much to fear.

  What if his eyesight (for to Israel’s God

  Nothing is hard) by miracle restored,

  He now be dealing dole among his foes,

  1530 And over heaps of slaughtered walk his way?

  Manoa. That were a joy presumptuous to be thought.

  Chorus. Yet God hath wrought things as incredible

  For his people of old; what hinders now?

  Manoa. He can I know, but doubt to think he will;

  1535 Yet hope would fain subscribe, and tempts belief.

  A little stay will bring some notice hither.

  Chorus. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner;

  For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

  And to our wish I see one hither speeding,

  1540 An Hebrew, as I guess, and of our tribe.

  Messenger. O whither shall I run, or which way fly

  The sight of this so horrid spectacle

  Which erst my eyes beheld and yet behold;

  For dire imaginati
on still pursues me.

  1545 But providence or instinct of nature seems,

  Or reason though disturbed, and scarce consulted,

  To have guided me aright, I know not how,

  To thee first reverend Mánoa, and to these

  My countrymen, whom here I knew remaining,

  1550 As at some distance from the place of horror,

  So in the sad event too much concerned.

  Manoa. The accident was loud, and here before thee

  With rueful cry, yet what it was we hear not;

  No preface needs, thou seest we long to know.

  1555 Messenger. It would burst forth, but I recover breath

  And sense distract, to know well what I utter.

  Manoa. Tell us the sum, the circumstance defer.

  Messenger. Gaza yet stands, but all her sons are fall’n,

  All in a moment overwhelmed and fall’n.

  1560 Manoa. Sad, but thou know’st to Israelites not saddest

  The desolation of a hostile city.

  Messenger. Feed on that first, there may in grief be surfeit.

  Manoa. Relate by whom.

  Messenger. By Samson.

  Manoa. That still lessens

  The sorrow, and converts it nigh to joy.

  1565 Messenger. Ah Mánoa I refrain, too suddenly

  To utter what will come at last too soon;

  Lest evil tidings with too rude irruption

  Hitting thy agèd ear should pierce too deep.

  Manoa. Suspense in news is torture, speak them out.

  1570 Messenger. Then take the worst in brief, Samson is dead.

  Manoa. The worst indeed, O all my hope’s defeated

  To free him hence! but death who sets all free

  Hath paid his ransom now and full discharge.

  What windy joy this day had I conceived

  1575 Hopeful of his delivery, which now proves

  Abortive as the first-born bloom of spring

  Nipped with the lagging rear of winter’s frost.

  Yet ere I give the reins to grief, say first,

  How died he? death to life is crown or shame.

  1580 All by him fell thou say’st; by whom fell he,

  What glorious hand gave Samson his death’s wound?

  Messenger. Unwounded of his enemies he fell.

  Manoa. Wearied with slaughter then or how? explain.

  Messenger. By his own hands.

  Manoa. Self-violence? what cause

  1585 Brought him so soon at variance with himself

  Among his foes?

  Messenger. Inevitable cause

  At once both to destroy and be destroyed;

  The edifice where all were met to see him

  Upon their heads and on his own he pulled.

  1590 Manoa. O lastly overstrong against thyself!

  A dreadful way thou took’st to thy revenge.

  More than enough we know; but while things yet

  Are in confusion, give us if thou canst,

  Eye-witness of what first or last was done,

  1595 Relation more particular and distinct.

  Messenger. Occasions drew me early to this city,

  And as the gates I entered with sun-rise,

  The morning trumpets festival proclaimed

  Through each high street; little I had dispatched

  1600 When all abroad was rumoured that this day

  Samson should be brought forth to show the people

  Proof of his mighty strength in feats and games;

  I sorrowed at his captive state, but minded

  Not to be absent at that spectacle.

  1605 The building was a spacious theatre

  Half round on two main pillars vaulted high,

  With seats where all the lords and each degree

  Of sort, might sit in order to behold;

  The other side was open, where the throng

  1610 On banks and scaffolds under sky might stand;

  I among these aloof obscurely stood.

  The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice

  Had filled their hearts with mirth, high cheer, and wine,

  When to their sports they turned. Immediately

  1615 Was Samson as a public servant brought,

  In their state livery clad; before him pipes

  And timbrels; on each side went armèd guards,

  Both horse and foot before him and behind,

  Archers, and slingers, cataphracts and spears.

  1620 At sight of him the people with a shout

  Rifted the air clamouring their god with praise,

  Who had made their dreadful enemy their thrall.

  He patient but undaunted where they led him,

  Came to the place, and what was set before him

  1625 Which without help of eye might be assayed,

  To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still performed

  All with incredible, stupendious force,

  None daring to appear antagonist.

  At length for intermission sake they led him

  1630 Between the pillars; he his guide requested

  (For so from such as nearer stood we heard)

  As over-tired to let him lean a while

  With both his arms on those two massy pillars

  That to the archèd roof gave main support.

  1635 He unsuspicious led him; which when Samson

  Felt in his arms, with head a while inclined,

  And eyes fast fixed he stood, as one who prayed,

  Or some great matter in his mind revolved.

  At last with head erect thus cried aloud,

  1640 Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed

  I have performed, as reason was, obeying,

  Not without wonder or delight beheld.

  Now of my own accord such other trial

  I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater;

  1645 As with amaze shall strike all who behold.

  This uttered, straining all his nerves he bowed;

  As with the force of winds and waters pent,

  When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars

  With horrible convulsion to and fro,

  1650 He tugged, he shook, till down they came and drew

  The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder

  Upon the heads of all who sat beneath,

  Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests,

  Their choice nobility and flower, not only

  1655 Of this but each Philistian city round

  Met from all parts to solemnize this feast.

  Samson with these immixed, inevitably

  Pulled down the same destruction on himself;

  The vulgar only ’scaped who stood without.

  1660 Chorus. O dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious!

  Living or dying thou hast fulfilled

  The work for which thou wast foretold

  To Israel, and now li’st victorious

  Among thy slain self-killed,

  1665 Not willingly, but tangled in the fold

  Of dire Necessity, whose law in death conjoined

  Thee with thy slaughtered foes in number more

  Than all thy life had slain before.

  Semichorus. While their hearts were jocund and sublime,

  1670 Drunk with idolatry, drunk with wine,

  And fat regorged of bulls and goats,

  Chanting their idol, and preferring

  Before our living Dread who dwells

  In Silo his bright sanctuary:

  1675 Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent,

  Who hurt their minds,

  And urged them on with mad desire

  To call in haste for their destroyer;

  They only set on sport and play

  1680 Unweetingly importuned

  Their own destruction to come speedy upon them.

  So fond are mortal men

  Fall’n into wrath divine,

  As their
own ruin on themselves to invite,

  1685 Insensate left, or to sense reprobate,

  And with blindness internal struck.

  Semichorus. But he though blind of sight,

  Despised and thought extinguished quite,

  With inward eyes illuminated,

  1690 His fiery virtue roused

  From under ashes into sudden flame,

  And as an evening dragon came,

  Assailant on the perchèd roosts,

  And nests in order ranged

  1695 Of tame villatic fowl; but as an eagle

  His cloudless thunder bolted on their heads.

  So virtue giv’n for lost,

  Depressed, and overthrown, as seemed,

  Like that self-begotten bird

  1700 In the Arabian woods embossed,

  That no second knows nor third,

  And lay erewhile a holocaust,

  From out her ashy womb now teemed,

  Revives, reflourishes, then vigorous most

  1705 When most unactive deemed,

  And though her body die, her fame survives,

  A secular bird ages of lives.

  Manoa. Come, come, no time for lamentation now,

  Nor much more cause; Samson hath quit himself

  1710 Like Samson, and heroically hath finished

  A life heroic, on his enemies

  Fully revenged, hath left them years of mourning,

  And lamentation to the sons of Caphtor

  Through all Philistian bounds. To Israel

  1715 Honour hath left, and freedom, let but them

  Find courage to lay hold on this occasion;

  To himself and father’s house eternal fame;

  And which is best and happiest yet, all this

  With God not parted from him, as was feared,

  1720 But favouring and assisting to the end.

  Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail

  Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,

  Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair

  And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

  1725 Let us go find the body where it lies

  Soaked in his enemies’ blood, and from the stream

  With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off

  The clotted gore. I with what speed the while

  (Gaza is not in plight to say us nay)

  1730 Will send for all my kindred, all my friends,

  To fetch him hence and solemnly attend

  With silent obsequy and funeral train

  Home to his father’s house: there will I build him

  A monument, and plant it round with shade

  1735 Of laurel ever green, and branching palm,

  With all his trophies hung, and acts enrolled

  In copious legend, or sweet lyric song.

  Thither shall all the valiant youth resort,

  And from his memory inflame their breasts

  1740 To matchless valour, and adventures high: