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POETICAL WORKS 



COLLINS, 



GRAY, AND BEATTIE. 



WITH A MEMOIR OF EACH. 



NEW YORK: 
PUBLISHED BY TURNER & HAYDEN. 

NO. 10 JOHN STREET. 
1844. 



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TO ; •■?•♦•.' y;?k 
PUBJ,IC LIJ^ARY 




LIFE OF COLLINS. 



William Collins wms born at Chichester, on the 
SSch of D«ceinber, about 1720. Hit father was a hatter, 
of good reputation. He was, in 1733, as Dr. Waiton 
has kindly informed me, admitted scholar of Win- 
chester College, where he was educated b^ Dr. Burton. 
His English eaercises were better than his Latin. 

He first courted the notice of the public by some 
▼erses to a ' Lady weeping,' published in the Gentle- 
man's Magazine. 

In 1740, he stood first in the list of the Scholars to 
oe received in succession at New College ; but unhap- 
pily there was no vacancy. This was the original mis- 
fortune of his life. He became a Commoner of Queen's 
College, probably with a scanty maintenance ; but was 
in about half a year elected a demy of Magdalen CoU 
lege, where he continued till he had taken a bachelor^ 
degree, and then suddenly left the university ; for what 
reason 1 know not that he told. 

He now (about 1744) came to London x literary ad- 
venturer, with many projects in his head, and very 
little money in his pocket. He designed many works; 
but his ^reat fault was irresolution, or the frequent 
calls of immediate necessity broke his schemes, and 
suffered him to pursue no settled purpose. A man, 
doubtful of his dinner, or trembling at a creditor, is 
not much disposed to abstracted mediution, or remote 
nquiries. He published proposals for a History of the 
Revival of Learning -, and I have heard him speak with 
great kindness of Leo the Tenth, and with keen resent- 
ment of his tasteless successor. But probably not a 
page of the History was ever written. He planned 
■evenl tragedies ; but he only planned them. He wrote, 
Bow-and-then, odes and other poems, and did i 
thing, however little. 



4 LIFE OF COLLINS. 

Aboot this time I fell into his company. Hit a{>- 
pearmuce was deceut aud manly; his knowledge con- 
siderable, hit views extensive, his conversation elegant, 
and his disposition cheerful. By degrees I gained hit 
confidence ; and one day was admitted to him when he 
was imujtired by a bailiff, that was prowling in the 
street. On this occafion recourse Mas had to the book- 
tellers, who, on the credit ofa translation of Aristotlet 
Poetics, which he engaged to write with a laiige com- 
mentary, advanced as much money as enabled him to 
escape into the country. He shewed me the guineas 
safe in hiii hand. Soon afterward his uncle, Mr. Martin, 
a lieutenant-colonel, left him about two thousand 

Eounds ; a sum which Collins could scarcely think ex- 
au9tible, and which he did not live to exhaust. The 
{;uineas were then repaid, and the translation neg- 
ecied. 

But man is not bom for happiness : Collins, who, 
while he ttudM tolwe,U\\ no evil but poverty, no 
sooner /toed to itudy than his life was assailed by more 
dreadful calamities, disease and insanity. 

Having formerly written his character, while perhaps 
it was yet more distinctljr impresited upon my memory, 
1 shall insert it here. 

* jMr. Collins was a man of extensive literature, and 
of vigorous faculties. He was acquainted not only with 
the learned tongues, but with the Italian, French, and 
Spanish languages. He had employed his mind chiefly 
upon works of fiction, aud subjects of fancy ; and, bv 
indulging some peculiar habits of thought, was emi- 
nently delighted with those flights of imagination which 
pass the bounds of nature, and to which the mind is re- 
conciled only by a passive acquiescence in popular tra- 
ditions. He loved fairies, genii, giants, and monsters; 
he delighted to rove through the meanders uf enchant* 
ment, to gase on the magnificence of golden palaces, 
to rf'pose by the waterfalls of Elysian gardens. 

'This was, however, the character rather of his in- 
clination than his genius; the grandeur of wildness, 
and the novelty of extravagance, were always desired 
by him, but were not always attained. Yet as dili- 
gence is never wholly lost, if his efforts sometimes 



LIFE OP COLLINS. 6 

CAQfled hanhnent and obscarity , they likewise prodaced 
in happier tnomemt sublimity and splendour. This idea 
which he bad formed of excellence, led him lo orien- 
tal fictions and allegorical imagery : and, perhaps, while 
he was intent upon description, he did not tufficientlj 
cultivate Mntiment. His poems are the productions 
of a mind not deficient in fire, nor unfurnished with 
knowledge either of books or life, but somewhat ob> 
structed in its progress by deviation in quest of mistaken 
beauties. 

' His morals were pure. and his opinions pious; in a 
long continuance of poverty, and long habits of dissipa* 
tion, it cannot be expected that any character should 
be exactly uniform. There is a degree of want by which 
the freedom of agency is almost destroyed : and long 
association with fortuitous companions will at last^lax 
Ute strictness of truth and abate the fervour of sincerity. 
That this man, wise and virtuous as he was. passed 
always unentangled through the snares of life, it would 
be prejudice and temerity to affirm ; but it may be said 
that at least he preserved the source of action unpollo- 
ted, that bis principles were never shaken, that his dis- 
tinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, 
and that his fdulu had nothing of malignity or design, 
but proceeded from some unexpected pressnie, or ca* 
ioal temptation. 

'The latter part of his life cannot be remeccbered 
but with pity and sadness. He languished some vears 
under that depression of mind which unchains the fa> 
cullies without destroying them, and leaves rea«on the 
knowledge of right, without the power of puajing it. 
1 hese clouds which he perceived gathering on his in* 
tellects, he endeavoured to disperse by travel, and 
passed into France: but found himself constraiued to 
yield to his malady, and returned. He was for some 
tine confined in a house for lunatics, and afterward 
retired to the care of his sister in Chichester, where 
death, in 1756, came to his relief. 

' After his retam from France, the writerof this cha- 
racter paid him a visit at Islington, where he was wait- 
ing for his sister, whom he had directed to meet hims 
thexe was then iiotiiing of disorder discernible in hit 



LIFE OP COLLINS, 

mind by any but himself; bat he had withdrawn from 
study, and travelled with no other book than an English 
Testament, such as children carry to the school : when 
his friend took it into his hand, out of curiosity to see 
what companion a man of letters had chosen, " I hava 
but one book/' said Collins, ** but that is the best." 

'Such was the fate of Collins, with whom I onca 
delighted to converse, and whom I yet remember with 
tenderness. 

' He was visited at Chichester, in his last illness, by 
his learned friends Dr. Warton and his brother ; to 
whom he vpoke with disapprobation of his Oriental 
Eclogues, as not suflficiently expressive of Asiatic man- 
ners, and called them his Irish Eclogues. He shewed 
them, at the same time, an ode inscribed to Mr. John 
Hume, on the Superstitions of the Highlands ; which 
they thought superior to his other works. 

' His disorder was not alienation of mind, but general 
laxity and feebleness, a deficiency rather of his vital 
than intellectual powers. What he spoke wanted 
neither judgment nor spirit; but a few mmutes ex- 
hausted him, so that he was forced to re^t upon the 
couch, till a short cessation restored his powers, and be 
was again able to talk with his former vigour. 

' The approaches of this dreadful malady he began 
to feel soon after his uncle's death; and, with the usual 
weakness of men so diseased, eagerly snatched that 
temporary relief with which the table and the bottle 
flatter and seduce. But his health continually declined, 
and he grew more and more burthensome to himself. 

* To what I have formerly said of his writings may 
be added, that his diction was often harsh, unskilfully 
laboured, and injudiciously selected. He afifected the 
obsolete when it was not worthy of revival ; and he puts 
hia words out of the common order, seeming to think, 
with some later candidates for fame, that not to write\ 
proee is certainly to write poetry. His lines commonly 
are of slow motion, clogged and impeded with clusters 
of consonants. As men are often esteemed who cannot 
be loved, so the poetry of Collins may sometimes extort 
fnkftf when it gives Iktle pleasore.'' 



LIFE OP COLLmS. ? 

Mr. CotUu't first prodoction l» add«4 ho* inm te 
fottkal Calendar.' 

TO MISS Al'RKLIA C R. 

Om Air flMfpfi^ «t A«f Sigier'c 1^iAKii|u 

Cms*, fair AoreMa, c«ue tc nocn ; 

IjMMot Doi llai>0ah*it bapP7 lUM : 
Ton B«7 be h&ppjr in yoor tarn. 

And Mint the trrMnre jon regicC. 

Wltb LoTC nnited Iljnnen ttaods. 
And softly whispers to your cktroM,— 

* M«et bvt your lo>cr in mr bands. 
Tonll find your sister in his nnns.* 

A m«Mment hns been erected by |mblic Mikeeri|ilft«i 
to Cotlint. He U represented at jast recovered frem a 
wild fit of phrensy, to which he i*ftt subject, and in a 
ealm and rediniaf pottnre, seeking • refuge lirom hla 
■Mlnniiniis in the consolations of the Gospel, whila hit 
Wre and one of the first of his poeme lie neglceled on 
the groaadfitc. The whole wm executed by rlaunanf 
at that time lately returned from Rome : the foUewif 
I e «ce llent ephapb was written by Mr. Haylay. 

Tc who tb« neriu of the dead rerers. 
Who hold mbfortane^s sacred ffeoias dear, 
B sgs s i this tosib, wh«i« Collins. hapUss naae, 
Seliciia kindness with a doable claim. 
Thoagh Natare gave ktin, cad thoa«h Seioaes 
The fin of Fancy, and the seach of thoaghl, 
Sevoraly doom'd to Penury's extrema. 
Be pass'd iu madd'ohiK pain life's ftV*rish 
While rays of genius only served to shew 
Ths thick'ning horror, and exalt his woe. 
Tc waRs, that echo'd to his frantir nioaa« 
Oaard tha dao records of this grateful stone ; 
Scraagets U him. •naoioar'd of his lays. 
This fbed BesMrial to his taleou raise. 
Fee this the ashes of the bard rcqnirs. 
Who toQch'd ths lead'reai aotas of Pity's lymi 
Who joiaM pure faith to atreag poatiA poven* 
Who. In rcTlTlng Reason's Icdd hoots, 
Seaght on one book his troubled mind to tcsI^ 
And rightly daem'd ih« hook ef Ood *e hstt. 



8 LIFB OF COLLINS. 

STANZAS, 

Written by Scott, qf Amwell, an hu retwm from Cki- 
ehuter, where he had tn vam attempted te find ikt 
hmial place of ColUni. 

To view the 1>eaaties of my native land. 

O'er many a pleasing, distant scene, I tort ; 

Now climb the rock, or wander on the strand. 
Or trace the rill, or penetrate the grove. 

From Baia's hWU, from Portsca's spreading w.r9. 
To fair Cicestria's lonely walls 1 strays 

To her famed Poet's venerated grave 
Anxious my tribatc of respect to pay. 

O'er the dim pavement of the solemn fane. 
Midst the rude stones that croud th' adjoining ipMt, 

The Mcred spot I seek : but seek in vai»^ 
In vain I ask — for none can point the place. 

What boots the eye whose quick observant glance 
Marks every nobler, every fairer form ? 

What,the skill'd ear that sound's sweet charms entrance^ 
And the fond breast with generous passion wacm f 

What boots the power each image to portray. 
The power with force each feeling to express? 

How vain the hope that through life's little day. 
The soul with thought of future fame can bless. 

While Felly frequent boasts th* insculptnred tomb. 
By flattery's pen inscribed with purchased praise; 

While rustic Labour's undistinguisli'd doom 
Food Ifriendship's hand records in humble phrase i 

Of Genius oft and Learning worse the lot. 
For them no care, to them no honour shewn i 

Alive neglected, and when dead forgot, 
B'en Colli Nft slumbexs in a grave anknova. 



ORIENTAL ECLOGUES 



ECLOGUE 1. 
SBLIM; OR, THE SHEPHERD'S MURAL. 
Sttne^k Valley near Dagdat. Tumt—Th* NonlHff. 
' Yb Persian maids! attend your poet's lays. 
And hear how sheplierds pass their golden days. 
Not all are bleat, whom Fortune's hand sostaina 
With wealth in courts; nor all that haunt the plaint i 
Well may your hearu believe the truths I tell : 
Tis rirtue makes tho bliss wherever we dwell/ 

t* hus Selim sung, by sacred Truth inspired ; 
Nor praise, but such as Truth bestow'd, desired ! 
Wise in himself, bis meaning songs convey'd 
Informing morals to the shepherd maid ; 
Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find> 
What groves nor streams bestow — a virtuoni mind. 

Wlien sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride. 
The radiant mom resumed her orient pride ; 
When wanton gales along the valleys play. 
Breathe on ^ach flower, and bear their sweets away^ 
By Tigris' wand 'ring waves he sat, and sung 
This useful lesson for the fair and young : 

' Ye Persian dames, he said, to you belong— 
Well may they please — the morals of my song i 
No fairer maids, I trust, than ynu are found. 
Graced with soft arts, the peopled world around I 
The mom thAt lights yon, to your love suppliM 
Bach gentler ray delicious to yoar ayes x 

o 



10 8BLIM i OR, 

For yoa those flowers her fragrant hands bestow^ 
And yours the love that kings delight to know. 
Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are. 
The best kind blessings Heaven can grant the fair! 
Who trust alone in Beauty's feeble ray. 
Boast but the worth Bassora's pearls display ; 
Drawn from the deep, we own their surface bright. 
But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light: 
Such are the maids, and such the charms they boaitf 
By sense unaided, or to virtue lost. 
Self-flattering sex ! your hearts believe in vaia 
That Love shall blind, when once he fires the swaia ; 
Or hope a lover by your faults to win. 
As spots on ermine beautify the skin : 
Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care 
Bach softer virtue that adomi the fair; 
Bach tender passion man delights to find. 
The loved perfections of a female mind ! 

'Blest were the days when Wisdom held her reign. 
And shepherds sought her on the silent plain ; 
With Truth she wedded In the secret grove. 
Immortal Truth ! and daughters bless'd their love. 

' O ha»te, fair maids ! ye Virtues, come away> 
Sweet Teace and Plenty lead you on your way ! 
The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore. 
By Ind excell'd, or Araby, no more. 

* Lost to our fields, for so the Fates ordain. 
The dear deserters shall return again. 
Come thou, whose thoughts as limpid springs are claar. 
To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear ; 
Here make thy court amidst our rural scene. 
And shepherd girls shall own thee for their qoeea t 
I With thee be Chastity, of all afraid, 
1 Distmating all, a wise, suspicious maid ; 

But man the most — ^not more the mountain dot 
^ Holds the twift falcon for her deadly foe. 



THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL. 11 

Gold it her breut* like flowers tbat drink ditvlrir^ 
A silken veil conceals her from the view. 
No wild desires amidst thy trsin be known. 
But Faith, whose heart is fix'd on one alona : 
Desponding Meekness, with her downcast eyes> 
And fifendly Pity, full of tender sighs : 
And Love, tin last : by these your hearts approm 
These are Che virtnes that must lead to love/ 
Thus sung -the swain ^ And ancient legends saj» 
, The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : 
Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along» 
Hm diephenls loved> and Selim bless'd his WNif* 



ECLOGUE II. 
HASSAN; OR, THE CAMEL DRITBE. 

In silent horror, o'er the bo^mdless waste 
The driver Hassan with his camels past ^ 
One cnoe of water on his back he bore. 
And his light scrip contain'd a scanty stote{ 
A fan of painted feathers in his hand. 
To guard his shaded face from scorching sand% 
The sultry san had gain'd the middle sky. 
And not a tree, and not an herb was i^gh ; 
The bsMls, with pain, iheir dasty way parsiie> 
Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the view 1 
With desperate sorrow wild, th' affrighted maa 
Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thxtsbegM. 
' Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day. 
When first from Schiras' walls I bent my way! 
* Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind, 
Tbe thirst or pinching hunger that I find 



\% HASSAN; OR, 

Bcthinic che«, HaMan, where shall thirst assacga. 
When fails this erase, his unrelenting rage ? 
Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign ; 
Then what but tears and hunger shall Uc thine 7 

' Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear 
In all my gr iefs a more than equal share ! 
Hete, where no springs in murmurs break away» 
Or moss-crown 'd fountains mitigate the day. 
In vain ye hope the dear delights (o know. 
Which plains more blest, or verdant vales bestow : 
Here rocks alone and tasteless sands are found. 
And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. 

Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day. 

When first from Schirac' walls I bent my way ! 

' Curst be the gold and silver which persuade 
Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! 
The lily peace outshines the silver store. 
And life is dearer than th<* golden or« i 
Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown. 
To every distant mart and wealthy town. 
Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the aea i 
And are we only yet repaid by thee ? 
Ah ! why was ruin so attractive raade ? 
Or why fond man so easily betray M 7 
Why heed we not, while mad wc haste along. 
The gentle voice of Peace, or Pleasure's song? 
Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side, 
Th' fountain's murmnrs, ami the valley's pride. 
Why think we these less pleasing to behold 
Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold 7 

Sad was the hour, and luckless wns the day. 

When first from Schiras' walls I bent my way ! 

* Oh cease, my fears !— all frantic aa I go. 
When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of worn ; 
What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — 
Oft in the dost I view hia printed feet ^ 



THE CAMSL-DRIYER. 

ilnd, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light 
Yields her pale empire to the mourner night. 
By hunger roused, he scours the groaning plmia^ 
Gannt wolves and sullen tigers in his train: 
Before them Death with shrieks directs their way^ 
Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. 
Sad was iKe hour, and luckless was the day. 
When first from Schiras' walls I bent my way ! 
' At that dread hour the silent asp shall creep* 
If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep : 
Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around. 
And wake to anguish with a burning wound. 
Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor. 
From lust of wealth, and dread of death secure ! 
They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find i . 
Peace rules the day where reason rules the mind. 
Sad was the hour, and luckless wax the day. 
When first from Schiras' walls I bent my way I 
' O hapless youth !— for she thy love hath won» 
The tecder Zara will be most undone ! 
Big sweird my heart, and own'd the powerful maidj 
When fast she drnpt her tears, as thus she Said : 
'* Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain. 
Whom Zara*8 breaking heart implored in vain I 
Yet as thou go'st may every blast ari^e 
Weak and unfelt, as these rejected sighs ! 
' Safe o*er the wild, no perils mayV thou see. 
No griefs endure, nor weep, faUe youth, like me I 
O let me safely to the fair return. 
Say. with a ki»s, she must not, shall not moom; 
O ! let me teach my heart to lose iu fears, 
Recaird by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears I* 
He said ; and call'd on Heaven to bless the day 
When back to Schiras' walls he bent his way. 



H ABRA ) OR, 

ECLOGUE III. 
ABRA ; OR, THE GEORGIAN SULTANA. 

In Georgfa't land, where TeSis* lowen an seen^ 
In distant view, along the level gteen. 
While evening dews enrich the glittering glluto» 
And the tall foresu cast a longer shade. 
What time 'tin sweet o'er fields of rice to strmyy 
Or scent the breathing maite at setting day \ 
Amidst the maids of 2agen*s peaceful groves 
Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love. 
Of Abra first began the tender strain. 
Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain t 
At mom she came her willing flodis to lead» 
Where lilies rear them in thfe watery mead ; 
Prom early da#n the livelong honrs she told. 
Till late at silent eve the peon'd the fold. 
Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade, 
A various wreath of odorous flowers she madB : 
*Gay-mottey'd pinks and tweet jonquils sh« chote. 
The violet blue that on the most-bank grows ; 
All sweet to sense, the flaunting rose was there : 
The finished chaplet well adora'd her hair. 

Ghreat Abbas chanced that fated mom to stray. 
By Love conducted from the chase away ; 
Among tbe vocal vales he heard her song» 
And sought, the vales and echoing groves amonf : 
At length he found, asd woo'd the rural maid ; 
She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd. 
' Be every youth like royal Abbas moved. 
And every Georgian maid like Abra loved !' 

* Thm tewect ut ftrand io vciy inwii abModanccia toat 
«rtb« provaKcs or Psnia* 



|1J[B GEORGIAN ^' LTANA. U 

The TOjal Iotw bore her from the pUili; 
Yet still hm cfeok and bleating Bock remafal : 
Oft, as she went, ibe backward tom'd her vi^Wf 
And bade that crook and bleating flock adiea. 
Pair, happy maid ! to other scenes remove* 
To richer scenes of golden power and love! 
Go, leave the simple pipe, and shepherd's strain | 
With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign. 
* Be every youth like royal Abbas moved. 
And every Georgian maid like Abra loved !' 
Yet, midst the blase of courts she fix'd her loir« 
On the cool fountain, or the shady grove; 
Still with the shepherd's innocence her mind 
Tb the sweet vale and flowery mead inclined ; 
And oft as Spring renewM the plains with flowcis. 
Breathed his soft galea, and led the fragrant hows, 
With sure return she sought the sylvan scena. 
The breesy mountains, and the forests green. 
Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band! 
Each bore a crook all rural in her hand : 
Some simple lay, of flocks and herds they snag t 
With joy the mountain and the forest tung. 
' Be every youth like royal Abbas moved. 
And every Georgian maid like Abra loved!' 
And oft the royal lover left the care 
And thorns of state, attendant on the fair ; 
Oft to the shades and low-roof 'd cots retired. 
Or sought the vale where first his heart wai ftftdt 
A russet mantle, like a swain, he wore. 
And thought of crowns and busy courts no mora. 
' Be every youth like royal Abbas moved. 
And every Georgian maid like Abra loved I' 
Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : 
Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. 
What if in wealth the noble maid excel ; 
Hie aimple shepherd girl can love as well* 



|6 AGIB AND SECANDER; Oil, 

Let ihoM who rule on Persia's jewell'd tbioM 
Be famed for love, a&d gentlest lote alon« i 
Or wfeath, like Abbas, full of fair renown. 
The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown. 
happy days! the maids aroand her say ; 
O hasfe, profuse of blessings, haste away! 
' Be every youth like royal Abbas moved. 
And every Georgian maid like Abra loved I' 



ECLOGUE IV* 

AGlB AND SBCANDBR; OR, THB 
FUGITIVES. 

SemfwA Moantala la Clrca«ls. ri«c>-Mldalgl«. 
Ill fair Circassia, where, to love inclined. 
Bach swain was blest, for every maid was kind ; 
At that still hour, when awfnl midnight reigns. 
And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains ; 
What time the Moon had hung her lamp on high 
And past in radiance through the cloudless sky; 
Sad o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled. 
Where wildcring fear and desperate sorrow led s 
Fast as they prest their flight, behind them lay 
Wild ravaged plains, and valleys stole away. 
Along the mountain's bending sides they raa^ 
Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began i 
Secand0r. 
* Oh, stay thee, Agib. for my feet deny, 
Ko longer friendly to my life, to fly. 
Friend of my heart! Ob turn thee and survey, 
Trace our long flight through all its length of way 1 
And first review that long-extended plain. 
And yon wide groves, already past with pain ! 
Yon ragged cliff, whose dangerous path we tried ( 
And, last, this lofty mountain's weary aide !' 



THE FUGITIVES. 17 

Agib, 
* Weak as thoo art, yet hapless mas«, thou knew 
The toils of flight, or some severer woe I 
Still as I haste, the Tartar shouu behind. 
And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind x 
In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand. 
He blasts our harvests, and deforms our land. 
Yon citron grove, whence lirst in fear we came. 
Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame : 
Far fly the swains, like us, in deep despsir, 
And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care.* 

Secaftdgr, 
' Unhappy land ! whose blessings tempt the swoid^ 
In vain, unheard, thon callV thy Persian lord I 
In vain thou court'st him, helpless, to thine aid. 
To shield the shepherd, and protect the msid ! 
Far off, in thoughtless indolence reeign'd. 
Soft dreams of love and pleasure soothe hit mind} 
Midst fair sultanas lost in idle joy. 
No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.' 

Agib. 
* Yet these green hills, in summer's sultry heat 
Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat. 
Sweetoo the sight is Zabran's flowery plain. 
And once by maids and shepherds loved in vain 1 
No more the virgins shall dtlight to rovo 
By Sargis' banks, or Irwsn's shady grove ; 
On Tarkie's mnuntains catch the cooling gale. 
Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale: 
Fair scenes ! but, ah ! no more with peace posaeatt 
With ease alluring, and with plenty blest I 
No more the shepherds' whitening tents appear. 
Nor the kind products of a bounteous year; 
No more the date, with snowy blossoms crown'd I 
Bat Kuin spreads her baleful fires around/ 



AGIB AND SECAN9ER. 



Seconder. 

* In TAin Circassta bomsu her spicy grovM^ 
For erer funed for pure and happy loves : 
In vain she boaau her fairest of the fair. 
Their eyea' blue languish, and their golden hair. 
Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send; 
Those hairs the Tarur's cruel hand shall vend/ 

Agih. 

* Ye Georgian swains, that piteous leam from tu 
Circassia's ruin, and the waste of war : 

Some weightier arms than crooks and staffii prepare^ 

To shield your harvests, and defend your fair: 

The TNirk and Tartar like designs pursue, 

Fix'd to destroy, and steadfast to undo. 

Wild as his land, in native deserts bred. 

By lust incited, or by malice led. 

The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey. 

Oft marks with Mood and wasting flames the way; 

Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe. 

To death inured, and nursed in scenes of woe.' 

H« said : when loud along the vale was heard 
A shriller shriek, and nearer fires appear'd. 
Th' affrighted shepherds through the dews of night» 
Wide o'«ff th« m»iinlighr hills renewed their fl%h|. 



ODES, 
DESCRIPTIVE AND ALLEGORICAL. 



TO PITY. 



O Tiou ! the friend of man, aMign'd 
With iMlmy hftndt his wonndt to bind, 

And charm his frantic woe. 
When first pistress, with dagger keen. 
Broke forth fn waste his destined sceD^y 

Hit wild unMMd fee i 



By PelU's* bard, a m«gic name. 

By all the griefs his thought coald frMM» 

RereiTC my humhl*? mite 
Long, Pity, let the nations view 
Thy sky- worn robes of tenderett bU«» 

And eyes of dewy U?ht ! 

But wherefore need 1 wander wide 
To old Ilissus' distant side, 

Deserted stream, and mate ? 
Wild Amof too has heard thy strmme» 
And Echo, midst my native plains. 

Been soothed by Pity's lute. 

There first the wren thy myrtles shed 
On gentlest Otway's infant head. 

To him thy cell was shewn; 
And while he sung the female heart* 
With youth's soft notes onspoil'd by eit^ 

Thy turtles mis'd their own. 

t Anwhl 



to TO FEAR. 

Come, Pity ! come; by Fancy's aid, 
Bt'o nAr my thoughts, relenting maid. 

Thy temple's pride design : 
Its southern site, iu truth complete* 
Shall raise a wild enthusiast heat 

In all who view the shrine. 
The.re Picture's toil shall well relate* 
now chance, or hard involving fate. 

O'er mortal bliss prevail : 
The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand. 
And sighing prompt her tender hand. 

With each disastrous tale. 
There let me oft, retired by day. 
In dreams of passion melt away, 

AUow'd with thee to dwell : 
There waste the mournful lamp of ttiffal^ 
Till, Viigin, thou agam delight 

To bear a British shell ' 



TO FBAR. 



TSOO, to whom the world unknown. 
With all its shadowy shapes, is shewn ^ 
Who see'st appall'd th' unreal scene. 
While Fancy lifts the veil between ; 

Ah Fear! ah, frantic Fear I 

I see, I see thee near. 
I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye! 
Like thee 1 start, like thee disordered fly. 

For, lo ! what monsters in thy train appear! 
Danger, whose limbs of giant mould 
What mortal eye can fia'd behold f 
Who stalks his round, an hideous form. 
Howling amidst the midnight storm i 



TO FBAB. S 

Or throwt him on the ridgy cteep 
Of fouie looM hanging rock to sleep : 
And with him thou»ad pli^ntammjoin^df 
Who prompt to deeds accursed the mind : 
And those, the fiends, who near allied. 
O'er Nskture'* woundt,,, and wrecks preside; 
Wbtle Ved If trance, in the larid air, 
hitiM hpr red hrmp eKpoft^d sud bare: 
On wham tii*i Tarcntne* Lrooid of Pate, 
Wlm Imp Lhr Uaad 4f SofrOiWp waif. 
Who, Fetr« thii ghittl^j train can see» 
And look not luadly wild like thee! 

Epode. 

In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice^ 

The grief'fuEL Mum add rest her infant tongue; 
Tlie miidt aud tD&trtmi, on her mYtfuL voice, 

Silent uid pale, ill wild amazemenc hung. 
Yet he, the bardf who km inynked thv name, 

Dtsdain'd in ManihuD iu power to feel : 
For not alone he nursed the poet's flame. 

But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's eteeL 
Bat who is he, whom liter garland i graee. 

Who left awhiJe o'er H^lila'm ilrws to rove* 
Wiih irvmbling e>'c« tbj dreary tirpe to trace. 

Where thou aad furies shared ih^ biikrul i^roTet 
Wrapt in thy cloud j veil ih' iDceituout queen{ 

Sigh'd the aad call her aon and buiband heard^ 
When once aJon« it broke the silent icrnv. 

And ha the wretch of Tbcbea no more appeared. 
O Pearf kaaw the« hj tiir throbbing heart* 

Tby withrriiiif powrer Inspired each mournful line^ 
I'hoii^h i^eiitic^ PiLy claim her iniQi^leJ part. 

Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine I 
• IsfhsclSiP Usctra. t JUehjlm, t lin<fc 



33 



TO PEAR. 
Antittfopk§. 



Thou who lach weary lengths haet pMt» 
When wilt thou rest, mad n>mph, at last? 
Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted cell. 
Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell? 

Or in some hallow'd seat, 

'Gainst which the big waves beat. 
Hear drowning seamen's cries in temptesta brovglitt 
Dark Power! with shuddering, meek, iubmittod 

thought. 
Be mine to read the visions old. 
Which thy awakening bards have told 

And, lest thou meet my blasted view. 
Hold each strange tale devoutly true ; 
Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er-awcd. 
In that thrice- hallowed eve abroad. 
When gho»ts, as cottage>maids belicre* 
Their pebbled beds permitted leave. 
And goblins haunt, from fire, or feo. 
Or mine» or floods the walks of men ! 

O thou, whose spirit most possest 
The sacrod seat of Shakspeare's breaitf 
By all thai from thy prophet broke. 
In thy divine emotions spoke I 
Hither again thy fury deal. 
Teach ma bat onoe like him to feel x 
His cypress wreath my meed decree^ 
And U O Fear» will dvtU with Hm* 



TO SIMPLICITY. 

O Thou, by Nitnre taught 

To brMktlM her gcnniae tbongbt^ 
In nnmbera wannly pare, and iweetlj ttroBg: 

Who first on mountains wild« 

In Fancy, loveliest child, 
Tliy babe, and Pleasure's, nursed the powen of loag I 

Thou, who with hermit heart 

Disdain'tt the wealth of art. 
And gauds, and pageant weeds, and trailing pnUt 

Bat com'st a decent maid. 

In Attic robe array 'd, 
chaste, unboastf ul nymph I to thee I call I 

By all the honeyed store 

On Hybla's thymy shore. 
By all her blooms, and mingled mnrmnit dear# 

By her whose love-lorn woe. 

In evemng musings slow. 
Soothed, sweetly sad, Electra's poet's ear i 

By old CepUsna' deep. 

Who spread his wavy sweep 
In warbled wanderings round thy green retnat» 

On whose enamell'd side. 

When holy Freedom died. 
No equal haunt allured thy futore feet* 

O sister meek of Truth, 

To my admiring youth 
Thy sober aid and native charms infnie I 

The flowers that sweetest breathe. 

Though beauty cullM the wreath, 
MU aik thy kaad to faage tkeh ordered hoMi 



OK THE POETICAL CHARACTER. 

While Rome coald none esteem 

But virtue's patriot theme, 
Yoa loved her bills, and led her laureate bandj 

But staid to sing alone 

To one distinguitb'd throne. 
And tum'd thy face, and fled her alter'd land. 

No more, in hall or bower. 

The passions own thy power. 
Love, only Love, her forceless nombert mMA; 

For thou hast left her shrine. 

Nor olive more, nor vine, 
Shall gain thy feet to blesy the lenrilt MMM. 

Though taste, though genius, blest 

To some divine excess. 
Faint's the cold work till thou inspire th« wliotel 

What each, what all supply. 

May court, may charm our eye. 
Thou ! only thou canst raise the macring loal I 

Of these let others ask. 

To aid some mighty task, 
I only seek to find thy temperate vale : 

Where oft my reed might soond 

To maids and shepherds round. 
And all thj sons, O Nature ! leazn my taW. 



ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER. 

As once, if not with light regard^ 
I read aright that gifted bard 
(Him whose school above the rest 
His loveliest Elfin queen has blest). 
One, only one, onrivall'd fair,* 
Might hope the magic girdU wear* 
• rierlML 8m tpsiiMr, Lsff. «h. 



OK THE PORIICAL CHARACTER. 

At toleran tiimey hung on high. 
The wish of each love darting eye. 

Lo! to each other nymph in turn applied. 

At if, in air unseen, some hovering hand. 
Some cheste and angel- friend to virgin>fame» 
With whisper'd spell had b«rj.t the starting 
It left onblest her loathed dishonour'd tide ; 
Happier, hopeless fair, if never 
Her baffled hand with vain endeavour 
Had touch*d that fatal vone to her denied ! 

Toni^ Fancy thus, to me divinest name. 
To whom, prepared and bathed in hearen» 
The cest of amplest power is given. 
To few the god-like gift assigns. 
To gird their blest prophetic iQins, 

Aim) gaze her visions wild, and feel anmix'd her 
flame. 
The band, as fairy legends say. 
Was wove on that creating day. 

When He, who call'd with thought to birth 

Ton tented sky, this laughing earth. 

And drest with springs, and forests taU, 

And poor'd the main cngirling all, 

Lon^ by the loved enthusiast woo'd. 

Himself in some diviner mood. 

Retiring, sat with her alone. 

And placed her on his sapphire throne^ 

The whiles, the vaulted shriue around* 

Seraphic wires were heard to sound. 

Now sublioiest triumph swelling. 

Now on love and mercy dwelling; 

And she, from out the veiling clood. 

Breathed her magic notes aload : 

And thou, thoo rich- hair 'd youth of t 

And all thy sutvect life was bora ! 
O 



48 OK THB POETICAL CHARACTBB. 

The dangerous passions kept aloof. 
Far from the sainted growing woof j 
But near it sat ecstatic Wonder, 
Listening \Jtit deep applauding thunder i 
And Truth, in sunny vest array'd. 
By whose the Tarsera eyes were made; 
And the shadowy tribes of Mind, 
In braided dance their murmurs join'd. 
And all the bright uncounted powers 
Who feed on heaven's ambrosial flowers. 
—Where is the bard whose soul can now\ 
Its high presuming hopes avow ? ( 

Where he who thinks, with rapture blind. 
This hallow'd work for him design'd ? 
High on some cliff, to heaven up-piled. 
Of rude access, of prospect wild. 
Where, tangled round the jealous steep. 
Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep. 
And holy Genii guard the rock. 
Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock. 

While on its rich ambitious head 

An Eden, like his own, lies spread, 
I view that oak, the fancied glades among. 
By which, as Milton lay, hts evening ear. 
From many a cloud that dropped ethereal dew. 
Night sphered in heaven its native strains could 1 
On which that ancient trump he reachM was hoilf t 

Thither oft his glory greeting. 

From Waller's myrtle shados retreating. 
With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue^ 
My trembiiog feet his guiding step pursue ; 

In vain — Such bliss to one alone. 

Of all the sons of soul, was known, 
And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powen. 
Have now o'ertwn'd th' inspiring bowers. 
Or cart«|n'd dote tack Meaea from evwy tent riuw. 




27 



ODF. 
wiirrm m the ybae MMKncin* 

How sleep the brave, who nink to rest. 
By all their country's wishes blest ! 
When Springy with dewy fingers cold^ 
Returns to df.ck their hallowM mould* 
She there shall dress a sweeter sod 
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod 

By fairy hands their knell is ning» 
By forms unseen their dirge it sung : 
Tliere Honour comes, a pilgrim gray. 
To bless the turf that wraps their clay* 
And Freedom shall awhile repair. 
To dwell a weeping hermit' there I 



TO MERCY. 

Strophe, 
O THOU ! who aitt'st a smiling bride* 

By Valour's arm'd and awful side. 
Gentlest of sky-bom forms, and best adored : 

Who oft, with songs, divine to hear* 

Winn'st from his fatal gra«p the spear. 
And hident in wreaths of flowers his bloodleM twosd! 

Thou who, amidst the dcathful field. 

By godlike chiefs alone beheld. 
Oft with thy bosom bare art found. 
Pleading for him, the youth who sinks to ground i 

See, Mercy, tee ! with pure and loaded hands* 

Before thy shrine my country's Genios stands* 
And decks thy altar still* though pierced with ombj • 



iD 




18 TO LIBERTY. 

Antutrophe. 

When be whom even oar joys provoke* 

The fiend of Nature, join'd hit jroke. 
And ruh*d in wrath to make oar iele bit prej t 

Thy form, ttom *>ai ihy iwfset aWiJt, 

O'ertook him «q hi* bUitf d rD»d» 
And Btopp'd hit whrrii, sud looked his nge mmtqi» 

I see recoil his sable steeds. 

That bore him swift to savage deeds. 
Thy tJ*ii<Jer mr hitig eyes they own : 
O maid ! for all thy lovo to Britain shewn. 

Where lanictf Wr» her nn lower. 

To ihet we build roteaic bow«r, 
ThoQ, ibou shalt niL^nur qu^vn, and sbara <mr 
monarch's thr&ne 



TO LIBERTY. 
Strophe. 
Who shall awake the Spartan fife. 
And call in »(i|f inn loiiuds to life 
The yotithfj ^hme \otrXt divinely spreadiaf. 

Like *eni*l hyicinfhs in sullen hue. 
At once ihebfrmih of fe«rantl virtue ihpddin|, 
Applaiidifig Frr^dom loved of old to view T 
Whai nf*w AlcsDus, fancy*blest. 
Shall sing the ^word, in tnyriK^j drest. 
At Wisdom's ihrtne awhile ts flame concealing^ 
(What pUce so fit tu ttal « deed renown'd ?) 

TiUihe ht^f biighr.^ilighiDiog* round n?vtmUag, 
It leap'd in glory forth, and dcslt b^^r pivmpied 
O Goddess ! in that feeling hour. 
When most its sounds would court tbj 
lift BOC my shell's misguided power 
E'er draw thv sad, thy mindful tean. 



TO LIBERTY. \ 

Vot Fraedom ! no, I will not tell 
How Rome* before thy weeping face. 

With heaTiett sound, a giant statue, felly 
Pvsb'd by a wild and artless race 
From off its wide ambitious base. 
When Time bit nortbem sons of spoil awoke^ 
And all the blended work of strength and gnee. 
With many a rode repeated stroke. 
And many a barbaroas yell, to tboosand fragmmli 
broke! 

Epodel. 
Tet e'en, where'er the least appear'd, 
Th' admiring world thy band revered : 
8titl, 'midst the scatter*d aiatet aroand. 
Some remnants of her strength wore found s 
They taw, by what escaped the storm. 
How wondrous rose her perfect form. 
How in the great, the laboured whole. 
Each mighty master pour'd his soul ! 
For auony Florence, seat of art. 
Beneath her vines preaenred a part. 
Till tUey, whom Science loved to name, 
(Oh ! who could fear it!) queuch'd her flame 
And lo, an humbler relic laid 
In jealous Pisa's olive shade ! 
See amall Marino joins the theme. 
Though leaM, not last in thy esteem ; 
Strike, louder strike, th' ennobling strings 
To those, whose merchant-sons were kings ^ 
To him who deck'd with peaily pride. 
In Adria weds his green-hair'd bride : 
Hail, port of glory, wealth, and pleasure t 
Ne'er let me change this Lydian menswei 
Hor e'er her former prid* relate. 
To nd Liguria'a bleeding state. 



aO TO LIBERTY. 

Ah, no! mora pleated thy haanta I,Mek^ 
On wild Helvetia's mountains bleak : 
(Where, when the favourM of thy choioi!» 
The daring archer heard thy voice; 
Forth from his eyrie roused in dread^ 
The ravening eagle northward fled.) 
Or dwell in willow'd meads more near. 
With those * to whom thy stork is dear.t 
Those whom the rod of Alva bruised^ 
Whoee crown a British queen refused. 
The magic works, thou feel'st the strains. 
One holier name alone remains : 
The perfect spell shall then avail. 
Hail, nymph ! adored by Britain, hail I 

Aniittrophe. 
Beyond the measure vast of thought. 
The works, the wizard Time hat wrought ! 

The Gaul, 'tis held of antique story. 
Saw Britain JiukM to hit now adverse strmnd,t 

No sea between, nor cliffs sublime and hoary. 
He pass'd with unwet feet through all our land. 
To the blown Baltic then, they say, 
The wild waves found another way. 
Where Orcas howls, his wolfish mountains i 
Till all the handed west at once 'gan rise, 
A wide wild storm even Nature's self confounding. 
Withering her giant sons with strange uncouth 
surprise. 



• The VmtOt, %mntifg*tyfhom then are rtn Mrere pcMltfe* iar 
ttew who are ciHirlctcd of kllliac ihU Urd. TWy are kepi ttae la 
■iMoat all their iowim, audjwrUcalariT at ihe Hanic : of Ike sraa «f 

Ich they make a I "^ ' '' 

tertain a Miperttlt 

mM bccone esrtn 

^Thl«ir«dl4liNil« 

laralMs loo hare 

it, hy ai y w n d 

• •MmllceoMlfc 



, _ idjparUcalariy at Ihe Haruo : 

wMch they make a ijait. The cooiiiien prt»ule orHoUaad are mU to 
•Mertain a MiperttlttoM* M«(iment, that If the whole apacite dT tfeasa 
•hoeld become esrtnet, they »hoald loae their liberiie*. 

t Thl« ir«dl4liNil« MoMloiied by eeveral of oar old hirtnttaafc IssM 
■alarallMs loo hare endcavoared lo eepport the prahaMMf af ike 
fret, by smaeata dnwa Aosi the t w iM iwu d iat dlipotiUsa ef Ike 



TO MBERTY. f| 

Thu inllar'd earth, so firm aDd wide. 

By winds and inward labours torn. 

In tbonders dread was ptish'd aside. 

And down the shouldering billows borne. 
And see like gems her laughing train. 
The little isles on every side; 
M ona,* once hid from those who search the nuun* 

Where thousand elfin shapes abide. 
And Wight, who checks the westering tide. 

For rhee contenting Heaven has each bettow'd, 
A fair attendant on her sovereign pride: 

To thee this blest divorce ^e owed, 
P«r thoa hast made her vales thy loved« thy last abodi 

EpodelL 
Then, too, 'tis said, an hoary pile 
Ofidst the green navel of our isle. 
Thy shrine in some religious wood* 
O sonl enforcing Goddess f stood ; 
There aft the painted native's feet 
Were wont thy form celestial meet; 
Though now with Jiopeless toil we tnm 
Time's backward rolls, to find its plaot; 
Whether the fiery-tressed Dane, 
Or Roman's self, overturned the fane : 
Or in what heaven left age it fell ; 
■Twere hard for modem song to tell. 
Yet still, if Truth those beams infuse. 
Which guide at once, and charm the Muse, 

• IWre to a tradition In tbe l»l« of Man. Ont a iB«raMM beeomlnff 
saWMarwl of * youn^ nun nf extraorflio»ry b«4aly. lo<>k ao ovi>ttr- 
tanity of OKftiag him oum day a* he walked on thf •Imre. ami o|N>nei 
lMHrpM.lo« !• li a, kat waa received with a i-oUio(.-i«a, ecra»loned by 
kla lorror aad •urprbo at her appetranre. Thia, however, w«a ao 
I by tiw aea4ady, th^t In rvrence fee hU ircataeiit of hcff 



riM pmaitkmd the vbilc lalaad, bf roverlnc It wllh a aiiac, ao that all 
wka sMsapCMl to carry oo any comoHsree with It, either Bcrer arrlvad 
■t il, kot wa><ared up aad 4o«s Iks mx, ar •«• apaa a aaMaa 



TO LIBERTY. 

Beyond yon bnided cIdmiIi rhit tl% 
Paving Vut light riubn^itlf^r^d ikj. 
Amidst che bright pitvihc>Q*il pi kin* 
TTie b^Aneroui modrl *u\\ rem^tQk 
Tb*rc !»ap^Mcr th^n id HI add t bleK, 
Or bower* liv Sj»tin^ or Hpbe drett» 
The chiefs who fill our Albion's Uorj, 
In warlike weed», retired in glory. 
Hear their consorted Dmids sing 
Thnr Enuirfl|jJi*. to r.h i rn eh tirral strings 

How [fl&j the poet now unfald 
Whai atvtr tongut! or mirobtrt toldt 
How team. dcU^hlcti and am^ivdi 
Wlmt lianiLi unkaown lh»l fabric nu«d f 
E'cu now, bcfojif his favoured e>*i. 
In Goihie pride Jt vpemi lo riic I 
Yet GiTcii"! gttctful ordcn jmn, 
M^^iietbrou^ii the mix'd licti^n : 
The ft«cn I builder knew to choo«e 
Mach tpWo-founii gem of richest hniMt 
'Wliata''cr heave a^ purrr inDuld cuiitiuii% 
A^'ben nearer suns emb^^Q iti vtint^ 
There on the walls ih? FatrioiU sigjtit 
May ever baug with fre&h delight. 
And, graved wilh iamt pmphctic rigf. 
Read A1bion*!i f^me ihfon^b every aga. 

Ye funns divjac, yp liurcale b«iid. 
That nesr hrr laFnoat dur st»nd 
Now soothe her, to her blissful train 
ALiiUe Concord *s social form to gain : 
CoDcord wh'^«ci myrtle wand can steep 
E'en Anger** bLoafl shot eyes in sleep i 
Beftire wbo»c breathing bosom's balm* 
Rage dropa h» stfLl, and storms grow 
Here \ct uur slm and matrons hoar 
WelconM^ Britain's nivag«d then ; 



TO A LADY. 

On jottthty enamoar*d of th« (witp 
Play with the tiiDglet of her hair» 
Till* in one lotid Applattdii^ sound. 
The nations shout to her around, 
' Oh how supremely art thou blest ! 
Thou, lady— ihuu shalt rule the WeetP 



TO A LADY, 

Om <A« l>mth of Colonel Charln Rom^kk^ 
Actum ai FottUnojf 

Written May, 1745. 

While, lost to all his former mirth, 
Britannia's genius bends to earth. 

And mourns the fatal day ; 
While stain'd with blood he striree to %mMt 
Unseemly, from bis sea green hair 

The wreaths of cheerful May : 
The thoughts which musing Pity pays. 
And fond RemembrauM loves to raiso. 

Your faithful hours attend : 
Still Fancy, to herself unkind. 
Awakes to grief the soften'd mind. 

And points the bleeding friend. 
By rapid Scheldt's descending wave 
His country's rows shall bless the grsvt 

Where'er the youth is laid : 
That sacred spot the village hind 
With every sweetest turf shall bind. 

And Peace protect the shade. 
O'er him, whose doom thy virtoet gritviy 
Aerial forms shall sit at eve. 

And bead the pensive head ! 
C3 



I to A LADt. 

And, fairn to save hU injured IaimI, 
tmperUl Honour's awful hand 
ShalJ point his loni^Ij bed I 

The warlike dead of erery age. 
Who fill the fair recording p«gB> 
Shall leave their sainted rest; 
And, half reclining on his spear. 
Bach wondering chief by turns appear. 
To hail the blooming guest 

Old Edward's sons, unknown to yield. 
Shall crowd fh>m Cressy's laurell'd 

And gaze with fix'd delight i 
Again for Briuin*s wrongs they feel,* 
Again they snatch the gleamy steel. 

And wish th' avenging fi|^t. 

But lo, where, sunk in deep despair* 
Her garments torn, her bosom bare. 

Impatient Freedom lies ! 
Her matted tresses madly spread. 
To every sod which wraps the dead 

She turns her joyless eyes. 

Ne'er shall nhe leave that lowly ^ 
Till notes of triumph bursting nmnd 

Proclaim her reign restored ; 
Till William seek the sad retreat. 
And bleeding at her sacred feet. 

Present the sated sword. 

If, weak to soothe so soft a heart. 
These pictured glories nought impvt^ 

To dry thy constant tear : 
If yet, in Sorrow's distant eye. 
Exposed and pale thou see'st him Ik, 

Wild War insulting near * 



J 



TO EVENING. 

Whfen'er from time thou coart'st rtlittf, 
th» Mom shall still, with social griafy 

Her gentlest promise keep : 
B'en hamble Haiting's cotuged rak 
Shall learn the sad repeated Ute> 

JLmd hid her shepherds weep. 



TO EVENING. 



It aoght of oaten stop, or pastoral so«ig» 

Maj hope, chaste Ere, to soothe thy modest «ar 

Like thy own solemn springs^ 

Thy springs, and dying gales; 
nymph reserved ! while now the bright-hatr'd wn 
flfets in yon western t<>nt, whoso clondy skiits^ 

With brede ethereal wove, 

O'erhang his wavy bed : — 
Now air u hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat ^ 
With short thrill shriek flits by on leathern wing; ^ 

Or where the beetle winds 

His small but sullen bora. 
At oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, 
Afmintt the pilgrim home in heedless humt 

Now teach me, maid composed. 

To breathe some soften'd strain. 
Whote Bombers, stealing through thy daric^ining rt^ 
May Bot nnseemly with its stillness suit, • 

At, musing slow, I hail 

Thy genial loved retam! 
For when thy folding-star arising shews 
Kt paly circlet, at his warning lamp 

TLa fragrant hours, and elvot 

Who slept i« bads the dhiy. 



86 TO PBACB. 

And many a n3rniph who wrraihos her brows with wdge^ 
And sheds the freshening dew, and» lovelier ttllU 

The pennive Plraiureii iweet. 

Prepare thy shadowy car. 
Then let me rove some wild and heathy accasr. 
Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary detfs. 

Whose walls more awful nod 

By thy religious gleams. 
Or, if chill blust'rnig winds, or driving rain. 
Prevent my willing feet, he mine the hut, * 

That, from the moiintsin's side. 

Views wilds and swelling floods. 
And hamlets brown, and dim-di^coverM spires. 
And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all 

Thy dewy fingers drttw 

The gradual dusky veil. 
While Spring shall ponr his showers, as oft he wottt. 
And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Bve ! 

While Summer loves to sport 

Beneath thy lingering light : 
While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with Icaree^ 
Or Winter, yelling throngh the troublous ak. 

Affrights thy shrinking train. 

And nidely rends thy robes : 
80 long, regardful of thy quiet rule, 
Skall Fancy, Kriendship, Science, smiling Peace* 

Thy gentlest influence own. 

And love thy favourite name I 



TO PEACE. 
O THOU ! who badest thy turtles bear 
Swift from his grasp thy golden hair^ 
Aad soafbt'st thy native tkies^ 



THE MANNERS. 

When War, by rulturet drmtm from far* 
To Britain bent his iron car. 
And bade hit ttormt arise! 

Tired of his mde tyrannic swaj» 
Our yonth shall fix some festive day» 

His sullen shrines to bum : 
Bnt thoo, who hear'st the turning spheree* 
What sounds may charm thy partial eart» 

And gain thy blest rvtum ! 

O Peace ! thy injur*d robes np-bind f 
O rite, and leave not one behind 

Of all thy beamy train : 
The British lion, goddess sweet. 
Lies stretch 'd on earth to kiss thy feet« 

And own thy holier reign. 

Let others court thy transient tmile^ 
Bat come to grace thy western isle. 

By warlike Honour led ; 
And, while around her ports rejoice. 
While all her sons adore thy choice. 

With him for ever wed ! 



THE MANNERS. 

Farewell, for clearer ken design'd« 
The dim-discover'd tiacts of mind ; 
Truths which, from action's paths retired. 
My silent search in vain required ! 
No more my sail that deep explores. 
No more I search those magic shoret^ 
Wbat regions part the world of eonl. 
Or whence thy streams. Opinion, roll i 



98 TUB MAKNkRB. 

If e'er I round each fairy field. 
Some power impart the spear and 
^ At which the wixard PaMiona fly. 

By wliicb the giant Follies die ! 

Farewell the porch, whose roof b Men* 
Arch'd with th' enlivening olive's fre«it 
Where Science, prank'd in tissaed wtUt^ 
By Reason, Pride, and Fancy drest. 
Comes like a bride, so trim array'd. 
To wed with Doubt in Plato's shade! 



Vooth of the quick uncheated sight. 
Thy walks, Observance, more invite ! 
O thou, who lov'st that ampler range. 
Where life's wide prospects round thee 
And. with her mingled sons allied, 
Throw'st the prattling page aside. 
To me in converse sweet impart. 
To read in man the native heart. 
To learn, where Science sure is foand> 
Prom Nature as she lives aVound c 
And, gating oft her mirror true. 
By turns each shifting image view! 
Till meddling Art's officious lore 
Reverse the lessons uught before ; 
Alluring from a safer rule. 
To dream in her enchanted school ; 
Thon, Heav'n, whate'er of great we 
Hast blest this social science 



Retiring hence to thoughtful cell. 
As Fancy breathes her potent spell* 
Not vain she finds the charmfui task. 
In pageant quaint, in motley mask; 
Behold, before her musing eyes 
The eonailesa Manners round her riM^ 



THE MANNERS. 

While, ever varying at they pass» 

To eome Contempt applies her glata : 

With these the wbite-rob'd maids < 

And those the laughing Satyrs join f 

Bat who is he whom now she views. 

In robe of wild contending hoes f 

Thon by the Passions nursed ; I greet 

The comic sock that binds thy feet! 

O Unmoar, thou whose name is known 

To Britain's favoured isle alone : 

Me too amidst thy band admit ; 

There where the young eyed healthfil Wit 

(Whose jewels in his crisped hair 

Are placed each other's beams to shara)^ 

Whom no delights from thee divide 

In laughter loosed, attends thy side \ 

By old Miletus,* who so long 
Has ceased his love-in woven song; 
By all yoa taught the Tuscan maids. 
In changed Italians modem shades ; 
By him»t whose knight's distingnish'd ftUMy 
Refin'd a nation's lust of fame ; 
Whose tales o'en now, with ecboet swMt, 
Castilia's Moorish hills repeat: 
Or him 4 whom Seine's blue nymphs deplore. 
In watchet weeds, on Gallia's shore ; 
Who drew the sad Sicilian maid. 
By virtues in her sire betray 'd : 

O Nature boon, from whom proceed 
Each forceful thought, each prompted deed; 
If but from thee I hope to feel. 
On all my heart imprint thy seal ! 



1 MoMiear L» Ssfft, aaibor of Ui«f iocooiMrable Adrsali 
00 Mm d« B—i Ul aQ C, «Im died la Fuh te Ike yew ittl. 



40 TliB PAS8I0K8. 

Let tome retreating Cynic find ^^ 
Those oft-tum'd scrollt I leave beliiad i 
The Sport« and I this hoar ^ree. 
To rove thy scene-full world with thM I 



' 1 



THE PASSIONS. 

AN ODE POE MU8I0. 

Wren Manic, heavenly maid, was 
While yet in early Greece she saii|^ 
The Passions oft, to hear her shell, 
Throng'd aronnd her magic cell. 
Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, 
Possetit beyond the Muse's painting; 
By turns they felt the glowing mind 
Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined : 
Till once, 'tis said, when all wera firsd* 
Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. 
From the supporting myrtles roond 
They snatch 'd her instruments of toiUMlf 
And, as they oft had heard apait 
Sweet lessons of her forceful art. 
Each, for Madness ruled the hoar. 
Would prove his own expressiva poweff. 

First Fear his hand, its skill to try. 
Amid the chords bewilder'd laid. 

And back recoil'd, he knew not why. 
E'en at the sound himself had made. 

Next Anger rosh'd, his eyes on fire. 
In lightnings own'd his secret stiofi; 

In one rude clash he struck the lyre, 
Afed iwepc with harried hand tha ttrinfiL 



J 



THE PASSIONS. 41 

Whh woefol measores «ao Devpair — 
Low aolemn sounds his grief beguiled^ 

A sullen, strauge, and mingled air, 
Twas tad by fits, by staru 'twas wild. 

Bat thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair. 
What was thy delighted measure? 
Still it whisper'd promised pleasnre. 
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! 

Still would her touch the strain prolong. 
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale. 
She call'd on Echo still through all the song; 
And where her sweetest theme i>he chose, 
A soft responsive voice was heard at every dose. 
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her goldcs 
hair. 

And longer had she sung, — ^but, with a frown. 

Revenge impatient rose ; 
He threw bis bloodstainM sword in thunder down; 

And, with a withering look. 

The war-denouncing trumpet took. 
And blew a blast so loud and dread, 
ITeic ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! 

And ever and auon he beat 

The doubling drum with furious heat ; 
And though sometimes, each dreary pauM iMtWMa, 

Dejected Pity, at his side. 

Her soul subduing voice applied. 
Yet still he kept his wild nnalter'd mien. 
While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd biustios fioiD 
his head. 

Thy nambers. Jealousy, to nought were fiz'd. 

Sad proof of thy distressful state I 
Of differing themes the veering song was mia'd. 

And BOW it courted Love, now rmving call'd oa Bate. 



48 THE PASSIONS. 

With eyes apni«ed, as one iatpired. 
Pale Melancholy sat retired ; 
And from her wild seqaester^d teat. 
In notes by distance made more sweet, 
PoutM throngh the mellow horn her peuaiTe toal : 
And, dashing soft from rocks around. 
Bubbling runnels joio'd the sound; 
Through glades and glooms the mingled measBTt ttoley 
Or o'er some haunted streams with food delay. 
Round an holy calm diffusing. 
Love of peace and lonely musing. 
In hollow murmurs died away. 

But O ! how altcr'd was its sprif htlier tone ! 
When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hae. 

Her bow across her shoulders Bung, 
Her buskins gcmm'^ with morning dew. 

Blew an inspiring air that dale and ihicket mng , 
The hunter's call, to Faun and Bryad known. 
The oak-crown'd Sitters, and their chaite-eyed QoM^ 
Satyrs and Sylvan boys were seen, 
Peeping from forth their alleys green ; 
Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear. 
And Sport leapt up, and seised his beechea i 



Last came Joy's ecstatic trial ; 

He with vain crown advancing. 

First to the lively pipe his hand addrest; 
But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol. 

Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best. 
They woald have thought who heard the stndn^ 
They saw in Tempe's vale her native maida. 
Amidst the festal sounding shades. 
To some unwearied minstrel dancing; 

While, as his 6ying fingers kiss'd the strings. 
Love framod with Mirth a gay fantastic i 
lioose werc her tresses aeea, h«r sum i 



THE PASSIONS. 4 

Aad he, amidsr his frolic plaj» 

As if he woold the charming air repej» 

Shook thoosaind odottrs from his dewy wui|p« 

O Music! sphere-descended maid. 

Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid I 

Why, goddess, why, to us denied, 

Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside? 

As, in that loved Athenian bower. 

Ton leam'd an all-commanding power^ 

Thy mimic soul, O nymph endear'd ! 

Can well recall what then it heard. 

Where is thy native simple heart. 

Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art? 

Arise, as in that elder time. 

Warm, energetic, chaste, sublime! 

Thy wonders, in that god like age. 

Fin thy recording Sister's pa^ — 

'TIS said, and I believe the tale. 

Thy humblest reed could more prevail. 

Had more of strength, diviner rage. 

Than all which charms this laggard age; 

B'en ail at once together found 

Cecilia's mingled world of sound— 

O bid our vain endeavours cease. 

Revive the just designs of Greece : 

Return in all thy simple state ! 

Confirm the tales her sons relate 1 



AN EPISTLE, 

ADDRESSED TO SIR THOMAS HANMER, 

On hit Edition of Shaktpeare'§ Works, 

WMILI* bom to bring the Muse's happier days, 
A patriot's hand protacts a poet's lays, 
.E 



44 AN EPISTLR TO 

While nnned by yoc the tees her myrtlet bloom 

Green and unwither'd o'er hit hononr'd tomb; 

Excate her doubts, if yet she fears to tell 

What secret transports in her bosou swell : 

With conscious awe she hears the critic's fame* 

And blushing hides her wreath at Shakspeare'i uamm» 

Hard was the lot those injured strains endnrrd, 

Unown'd by Science, and by years obscured : 

Fair Fancy wept; and echoing sighs confets'd 

A 6at despair in every tuneful breast. 

Not with more grief th' afflicted swaina appear^ 

When wintry winds deform the plenteous year; 

When lingering frosts the ruiu'd seats invado. 

Where Peace resorted, and the Graces play'd. 

Each rising art by just gradation naoves. 
Toil builds on toil, and age on age improrea: 
The Muse alone unequal dealt her rage. 
And graced with noblest pomp her earliest stage. 
Preserved through lime, the speaking soesee impart 
Each changeful wish of Ph«dra*s tortured hearts 
Or paint the curse that mark'd the •Theban'e reif&» 
A bed incestuous, and a father slain. 
With kind concern our pitying eyes overflow. 
Trace the tad tale, and own another's woe. 

To Rome removed, with wit secure to pleaie^ 
The comic sisters kept their native ease : 
With iealutks fear declining Greece beheld 
Her ow-.t Munander's art almost excell'd ! 
But every MuJie essay'd to raise in vain 
Some labour'd rival of her tragic strain ; 
Ilyssus' laurels, though transferr'd with toil, 
Droop'd their fair leaves, nor knew th' UAfriendly ioi)« 

As Arts expired, resistless Dalness rose; 
Goths, priesU, or Vandals,— all were Lcaraiag's torn* 
• TW (Eriipw ersopaoclak 



SIR THOMAS HANMER. 4ft 

Tin* Jalhu first recall'd e«ch exiled inaid» 
And Cosn&o own'd them in th' Eirurian shade : 
Then deeply skill'd in Love's engaging theme. 
The soft Provencal pass'd to Arno's stream : 
With graceful ease the wanton lyre be strung* 
Sweet flow'd the lays— bat love was all he sung. 
The gay description could not fail to move ; 
For, led by Mature, all are friends to love. 

Bat Heaven » still various in iu works, decreed 
The perfect boast of time should last surceejl. 
The beauteous union mutt appear at length. 
Of Tnscan fancy, and Athenian strength : 
One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn. 
And e'en a Shakspeare to her fame be bom I 

Yet, ah ! so bright her morning's opening ray. 
In vain our Britain hoped an equal day ! 
No second growth the western isle could bear. 
At once exhausted with too rich a year. 
Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; 
Nature in him was almost lost in art. 
Of aoftcr mould the gentle Fletcher came. 
The next in order, as the nexi in name. 
With pleas'd attention 'midst his scenes we find 
Bach glowing thought that warms the female mind ; 
Bach melting sigh, and every lender tear. 
The lover's wishes, and the virgin's fear. 
Biftf every strain the Smiles and Graces own : 
But stronger Shakspeare felt for man alone : 
Drawn by his pen, our ruder passions stand 
Th' nnrivall'd picture of his early hand. 

tWith gradual steps, and kIow, exacter France 
Saw Art's fair empire o'er her shores advance : 

• JbHm II. the iHBcdUte predeccMor of Uo X. 
f Iheir rluntctera ur* Uiu« dUUngobhed by Mr. Dryden. 
tfkMl the Ha* of bIwIwpMrv, Uic uoei HarJy wu in frrcal rtmrts 
laBPiars Ha wrote, occMidlnff to FoMcoeUo, mx haodnd pkju 



48 AN EPISTLE TO 

By length of toil a bright perfection Icnew, 
Correctly bold, and just in all she drew; 
Till late Comeille, with *Lucan's spirit fired. 
Breathed the free strain, as Rome and he intpired t 
And claaeic Judgment gainM to sweet Racine 
The temperate strength of Maro's chaster line. 

But wilder far the British laurel spread* 
And wreaths less artful crown our poet's head. 
Yet he alone to every scene could give 
Th' histooan's truth, and bid the manners live. 
M'aked at his call, I view with glad surpriae 
Majestic forms of mighty monarchs rite. 
There Henry's trumpets spread their loud alarme. 
And laurcU'd Conquest waits her hero's arms. . 
Here gentle Edward claims a pitying sigh. 
Scarce born to honours, and so soon to die ! 
Yet shall thy throne, nnhappy infant ! bring 
No beam of comfort to the guilty king : 
The^ time shall come, when Glo'ster's heart shall Ueti 
In life's last hours, with horror of the deed : 
When dreary visions shall at last present 
Thy vengeful image in the midnight tent; 
Thy hand unseen the secret death shall bear. 
Blunt the weak sword, and break th' oppressive i 

Where'er we turn, by Fancy charm'd, we find 

Some sweet illusion of the cheated mind. 

Oft, wild of wing, she calls the soul to rove 

With humbler Nature in the rural grove; 

Where swains contented own tlie quiet scene* 

And twilight fairies tread the circled green : 

Dresa'd by her hand the woods and valleys smile^ 

And spring diffusive decks th' enchanted isle. 

The French poets after Mm sppllrd (bentelres lo reaeril to the C 
^^^A # ... _...-^ . ... 



reel tniproveuieot of tlw staire* wMch was Alaiott totally 
*^7 tkoM of oar owB coaairy, JoMon cscwMod. 

a The favoafitc aotlior of the •Idrr CoraHllc. 



f Te*pM erit Tamo, t^ 
lauctam PaiUaU. Ice. 



SIR THOMAS HANMBR. 47 

O BK>re than all in powerful gr.nins blest. 
Come, take thine empire o'er the wilHcg breast! 
Whatever the wounds ibis youthful heart shall feel, 
Thj Mmgs soppcrt me, and thy morals heal ! 
There every thought the poet's warmth may raise. 
There native masic dwells in all the lays. 
Ok, might some verse with happiest skill persuade 
Expressive Picture to adopt thine aid ! 
What wondrous draughts might rise from every pa^ 
What other Raphaels charm a distant age ! 

Methinks e'en now I view some free design, 
WkOTS breathing Nature lives in every line: 
Chaste and subdued the modest lights decay. 
Steal into shades, and mildly melt away. 
—And see, where *Antony. in tears approved. 
Guards the pale relics of the chief he loved : 
O'er the cold corse the warrior seems to bend. 
Deep sunk in grief, and mourns his murder'd friend! 
Still as they press he calls on all around. 
Lifts the torn robe, and points the bleeding wound. 

But «ho tis he, whose brows exalted bear 
A wrath impatient, and a fiercer air? 
Awake to all that injured worth can feel. 
On his own Rome he turns th' avenging steel: 
Yet shall not war's insatiate fury fall 
(So Heaven ordains it) on the dcstin'd wall. 
See the fond Kothcr, 'midn the plaintive traiq. 
Hang on his knees, and prostrate on the plain! 
Tonch'd to the socl, in vain he striven to hide 
The son's affection in the Roman's pride : 
O'er all the man conflicting passions rise. 
Rage grasps the sword, while Pity melts the eyes. 

Thus, generous Critic, as thy bard inspires. 

The lister Arts shall nurse their drooping firM; 

• See ilie orsfedv of Jullw C««ar. 
♦ CorMsim. Xm Mr. Spcnrcii dtalogM on (be (MysMf. 



48 DIRGE IN CYHBELINE. 

Each from hii tcenffs hmtoret altcttiAtc bring. 
Blend the fair tints, nr wtlte Uie voul string: 
Those Sibyl-leaves, iKs tport of every wind 
(For jMittB ever wefe » ctrclctt ijiiil)^ 
By thee ditpofled, no farther toil demand, 
Bqi, jiLit CD Nhturef oita thy forming hand. 

So spread o'er Greece, th' harmonious whole «ft- 
known, 
Bren H«tnrr'& Diimben cbarm'd by parts alone. 
Their <J*n Uly*tci »ctrcc bad wmiider*d nior*. 
By win lis and wat«n catlott every shore 
' Wh(?n* pftii'd by Pate* *oiue former Hmnmurjola'd 
Each beauieoos image of iho bcmrtijtcfs mind : 
And bade, like thee, his Atheai ?ver tlaiin 
A fond alliance with the Poet's name. 



DIRGE IN CYMBEUNB. 
Strng iy Gitidentt attd Atvirngus nmtr WUtii$^ 

To fair PtdeU's ^ruiy tomb 

Soft maids and vilb£« binds shall briof 
Each DpcntDg Sweet, of eai-LieJ^t bloom. 

And ri^c all the breaihitig Spring. 
No wailing ghon sbmU dair appear 

To vex vidi tbrieks ibis <}oiet gt«ve ; 
But ihf pherd lada ai^emble htte, 

A ad meUiDg vjrginA own their lef«P 
No wlthrr'd witcb shall here be seen, 

N'l gab^iti* lead their nightly crew ; 
The femttlb fays shall haunt the green. 

And dreat Lby grave with peerij devi 



OV THE DRATH OP THOMSON. 

The red-breast oft at evening hours 
Shall kindly lend his little aid. 

With hoary moas, and gather*d flowers. 
To deck the ground where thou art laid. 

When howling winds, and beating rain^ 
In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; 

Or midst the chase, on every plain. 
The tender thought on thee shall dwellt 

Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; 

For thee the tear be duly shed ; 
Beloved, till life can charm nn more ; 
n'd, till Pity's self be ( 



ODE 



THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. 

Tht Seeng of the following Sta§uuu it tuppomi fi 
lis om the Thamet, n» 



In yonder grave a Druid lies. 

Where slowly winds the stealing wave I 
The year's best sweets shall dutvous ris««^ 

To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! 

II. 
In yon deep bed ot whisp'ring reeds. 

His airy harp* shall now be laid ; 
That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds. 

May love through life the soothing shadt. 

• Tba hup ot Main, of which m« a d«KrlpllMi la 
lbs CmU« of lA4«teBcf. 



» ON THE DEATH OF THOMSOH. 

IIL 
Then maids and yontUs shall linger hem 

Aad while lu sounds at distance swelU 
Shall sadly seem in Pity*t ear 

To hear the woodland pilgrim's kaelL 

IV. 
Remembrance oft shall haunt the thora 

When Thames in summer wreaths is 4iMt| 
And oft suspend the dashing oar 
To bid his gentle spirit rest ! 



And oft as Ease and Health retire 
To brcesy lawn, or forest deep. 

The friend shall view yon whiteningf 
And 'mid the varied landscape weep. 

VI. 
Batlhou, who own'st that earthly bed« 

Ah ! what will every dirge avail ! 
Or tears which liove and Pity»h<*d, 

*That mourn beneath the gliding sail I 

Vlf. 
Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye 

Shall scorn thy pale shrine glirom'ring OM 
With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die. 

And Joy desert the blooming year. 

VIII. 
But thod, lorn stream, whose sullen tide 

No sedgecrownM sisters now attend. 
Now waft me from the green hill's side, 

WliOM cold turf hides the buried fri«id t 



OK THE DEATH OP THOMSON. 

IX. 
And SM, tbe fairy Talleya fade, 

Dma Night bjkt veifd ihe ukmo viawl 
Yet cDcc Agaia* drkr pmrted shi4e, 

Meek Nalore'a child, egain adiea ! 

X. 

*The genial meads, auign'd to blett 
Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom ! 

There hindi and shepherd girls shall draie 
With simple hands thy rural tomb. 

XI. 
Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay 

Shall mck ihc miinin^ Brif'^DV eyes: 
'O vales, and wild wood^t' ihall he say, 

' In yonder grave yoiu Druid lies !' 



VERSES 
WfkUm en a Paptr which contamtd a 1 
of End* cqM0, 
Tb cnrions hands, that.hifl from tuIi^t eyes« 
. By iPAzrh prorineaball find this baltaw'd cake. 
With ifirtue't nwc forbear the sacred prite. 

Nor daiv a LUefl for Joi^e mkI pity's »kf 
This preciom relic, form'd by magic powrr. 

Beneath the ahtphcrd't h«iititi'd ptilow aid. 
Was meant by l?ve to charm the til?nt biruf 

The secret present nf & match] i^t» Toaidp 
Hie Cjprian queen, at Uymcii'i fopd rrqaeet, 

EicJa njcting^TPdiriktcbme wiih fasppifitart; 
Fears, sighs, and wishn of tb^eoiniodr^d breaal. 

And pains that plratf* ktc mix tin every part. 

• Mr. TIHMinw midrd J a l}i« iiHj|lil»ar^aod of KUfcisM 



a 



ON THE SUPERSTITIONS 



With rosy hand the tpicy fruit she broaght. 
From Papbian hills, and fair Cytherea'a isle; 

And temper'd sweet with these the melting thov^t* 
The kiss ambrosial, and the yielding smile. 

Ambiguous looks, that scorn and yet relent. 
Denials mild, and firm unalter'd truth ; 

Reluctant pride, and amorous faint consent. 
And meeting ardours, and exulting youth. 

Sleep, wayward god ! hath sworn, while these muakk. 
With flactering dreams to dry his nightly tear. 

And cheerful Hope, so oft invoked in vain. 
With fairy songs shall sooth his pensive ear. 

If, bound by vows to Friendship's gentle side 
And fond of soul, thou bop'si an equal grace^ 

If youth or maid thy joys and griefs divide, 
O, much entreated, leave this fatal place ! 

Sweet Peace, who long hath shunn'd my plaintive laj« 
Consents at length to bring me short delight ; 

Thy careless steps may scare her doves away. 
And grief with raven note usurp the night. 



AN ODE 



ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THB 
HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND. 



Home ! thou return 'st from Thames,wbose Naiads long 
Have seen thee lingering with a fond delay. 
Mid those soft friends, whose hearts some future daj 

Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragie toog. 



OF THE SCOTS' HIGHLANDS. flS 

Go, not nnmindfnl of that cordial youth,* 

Whom, long endear'd, thou leav'tt hy LaTa&t't rid*} 
Togetlier let at with him lasting truth. 

And Joy untainted, with hit deatin*d brida. 
Go! nor regardlcM, while these numbera boMt 

My short lived bliss, forget my social n«m« ; 
But think, far off, how, on the southern coast, 

I met thy friendship with an equal flame I 
Fresh to that soil thou turn'ttt, where ev'ry vale 

Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand : 
To thee thy copious snbjecu ne'er shall fail ; 

Thou need'st but take thy pencil to thy hand. 

And paint what all belie ve, who own thy genial land 

II. 
Tliere most thon wake perforce thy Doric quill ; 

Tis Fancy's land to which thou nett'st thy feti; 

Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet. 
Beneath each birken sbade, on mead or hill. 
There each trim lass, that skims the milky store. 

To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; 
By night they sip it round the cottage-door. 

While airy minstrels warble jocund notes. 
There, every herd, by sad experience, knows 

How, wing'd with Fate, their elfshot arrows fly. 
When the sick ewe her summer food foregoes. 

Or, stretch 'd on earth, the bean smit heifer* lie. 
Such airy beings awe th' untucor'd swain : [neglect t 

Nor thou, though leam'd, his homelier thooghts 
Let thy sweet muse the rural faith sustain ; 

These are the themes of simple, sure effect. 
That add new conquests to her boundless reign. 
And fill, with double force, her heart-conunandlBg 
strain. 



14 ON THE SUPERSTITIONS 



III. 

E'en yet prrserved, how often may 'it thov heart 
\l'her<s to the pole the Boreal monnuint nm. 
Taught by the father to his liat'ning Mm, 

Strange layf, whose power had charm'd a Speaier't mk» 

At ev'ry pause » before thy mind possest. 
Old Runic bards shall seem to rise around. 

With uncouth lyres, ic many*colour'd vest. 
Their matted hair with boughs fantastic crowa'd t 

Whether thou bidd'st the well-uught hind repeat 
The choral dirge, that mourns some chieftain bfaevt. 

When ev'ry shrieking maid her bosom heal. 

And strew'd with choicest herbs his scented grmTe; 

Or whether, sitting in the shepherd's shiel,* 
Thou hear'st some sounding tale of war's alariBi; 

When at the bugle's call, with fire and steel. 
The sturdy clans pour'd forth their brawny fwamtf 
And hostUe brothers met to prove each otben'aiiB^ 

IV. 

lis thine, to sing, bow, framing hideooa qwUs, 
In Sky's lone isle, the gifted wixard-seer. 
Lodged in the wintry cave, with Pate*8 fell apear 

Or in the depth of Uist's dark forest dwells: 
How they, whose sight such dreary dreama 

With their own visions oft astonish'd droop'd. 
When, o'er the wat'ry strath or quaggy moM^ 

They see the gliding ghosu' unbodied troop ; 
Or, if in sporu, or on the festive green. 

Their destined glance some fated youth deacry. 
Who ttow, perhaps, in lusty vigour seen. 

And rosy heidth, shall soon lamented die. 



A taMMrlML MM la Iks klfk pari «r llM ■ 
IMr iscks M Iks WBMi sasMi^ whSB ttw p 



OP THE SCOTS' HIGHLANDS. « 

Pot them the vie wle*« forms of air obey, 
Tbeir bidding beed, and at their beck repair t 

They know what spirit brews the rtormftil day« 
And bcMiless, oft like moody madness, stare 
To tM tho pluuatom train their secret work prepai*. 



' Or on some bellying rock that shades the deep, 
' They view the lurid signs that cross the sky, 
' Where, in the west, the brooding tempests lies 

' And hear their firat, faint, rustling pennons sweep. 

* Or in the arched cave, where deep and dark 
' The broad, unbroken billows heave aiKl swell, 

' In horrid musings wrapt, they sit to mark 
* The lab'ring moon ; or list the nijthtly yell 

' Of that dread spirit, whose gigantic form 
' The seer's ecitranced eye can well survey, 

'Through the dim air who guides the driving ttornif 
' And points the wretched bark its destined prey. 

' Or him who hovers on his flagging wing 

' O'er the dire whirlpool, that, in ocean's waste, 

' Draws instant down wbate'er devoted thing 
' The failing breese within its reach hath placed— 
' The distant seaman heart, and flies with trembling 
haste. 

TI. 

' Or, if OD land the fiend exerts his sway, 
' Silent he broods o'er quicksand, bog, or fen, 
' Par from the shelt'ring roof and haunts of mea^ 

' When witched darkness shuts the eye of day, 
' And shronds each star that wont to cheer the nighti 

' Or, if the drifted snow perplex the way, 
' With treach'rous gleam he lures the fated wighU 

' Aad leads him flound'ring on and quite estny/ 



66 ON THE SUPERSTITIONS 

VII. 
To monarchs dear, some hundred milpi aitray, 

Ofi have they teen Fate give the fatal Mow 1 

The Seer, in Sky, shrtck'd as the hlood did flow. 
When headless Charles warm on the scaObld Uy t 
As Boreas threw her young Aurora forth. 

In the 6rst year of the first George's reign. 
And battles raged in welkin of the North, 

They moum'd in air, fell, fell rebellion slain! 
And as, of late, they joy'd in PreMon's fight. 

Saw, at sad Falkirk, all their hopes near crownM 1 
They raved ' divining, through their second aigtit* 

Pale, red CuUoden, where these hopes weredrowa'dl 
niustrious William ! Britain's guardian name! 

One William saved us from a Tyrant's atrok« ; 
He. for a sceptre, gaiu'd heroic fame. 

Bat thou, more glorious. Slavery's cbmin bast broke, 
to reign a private man, and bow to Freedom's yoko I 

VIII. 
Tliese, too, thoult ting ! for well thy magic miut 

Can to the topmost heavfin of grandeor soar ; 

Or stoop to wall the swain that is no more 1 
Ah, homely swains ! your homeward stepa ne'er loM} 

Let not dank Will mislead you to the heath; 
Dancing in murky night, o'er fen and lake. 

He glows, to draw you downward to your death. 
In his bewitch'd, low, marshy, willow brake ! 
What though far off, from some dark dell espied. 

His glimmering mazes cheer th' excursive tight. 
Yet turn, ye wanderers, turn your steps aside. 

Nor trust the guidance of that faithless. light ; 
For watchful, lurking, mid th' unrustliug reed. 

At those murk hours the wily monster lies. 
And listens oft to hear the passing stend. 

And frequent round him rolls bis saHen eyes, [priM. 
If chanee his savage wrath may seme weak wTMch Ml- 



OP THB SCOTS' HIGHLANDS. 67 

TX. 
Ah, luekleM twain ! o'er all nnbletl, indeed ! 

Whom Ute bewildered in the dank, dark fen^ 

Far from his flocks, and smoking hamlet, thea 
To that sad spot where hums the ledgy weed : 

On him, enraged, the fiend, in angrj mood. 
Shall never look with pity's kind concern, 

Bot instant, fnrioas, raise the whelming flood 
Cer its drown'd banks, forbidding all return I 

Or, if he meditate his wish'd escape. 
To some dim hill that seems uprising near. 

To his faint eye, the grim and grisly shape. 
In all his terrors clad, shall wild appear. 

Meantime the wat*ry surge shall round him riM, 
Pour'd sudden forth from ev'ry swelling source ! 

Wbat now remains but tears and hopeless sight t 
His fear-shook limbs have lost their youthful force. 
And down the waves he floats, a pale and breathle«i 
corse! 

X. 
Vor him in vain his anxious wife shall wait. 

Or wander forth to meet him on his way ; 

For him iu vain at to-fall of the day. 
His babes shall linger at th' unclosing gate I 
Ah, ne'er shall he return ! Alone, if night. 

Her traveli'd limbs in broken slumbers steep I 
With drooping willows drest, his mournful sprite 

Shall visit sad, perchance, her silent sleep i 
Th^n he, perhaps, with moist and wat'ry hand 

Shall fondly seem to press her shudd'ring cheek. 
And with hit blueswoln face before her stand. 

And, shiv'ring cold, these piteous accents speak : 
' Pursue, dear wife, thy daily toils, pursue. 

At dawn or dusk, industrious as before ; 
Her •*er of me one holpleso tbooght raaow, 

J>a € 



tt ON THE SLPERSTITIONS 

While I lie weU'ring on the otier'd shore* [i 
Drown'd by the Kelpie'e* wrath, nor e'er shall aid that 

XI. 
Unbounded is thy range; with varied skill [•prfaiff 

Thy Muse may, like those feath'ry tribes whick 

From their mde rocks, extend her skirting wing 
Roand the moist marge of each cold Hebrid itle» 

To that hoar pilef which still its min shews : 
In whose small vaalts a pigmy-folk is found. 

Whose bones the delver with his spade npthrowa. 
And culls them, wond'ring, from the hallow'd gnmadl 
Or thither^ where beneath the show'ry west. 

The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : 
Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest, 

Mo slaves revere them, and no wars invade: 
Yet frequent now, at midnight's solemn hour. 

The rifted mounds their yawning cells unfold, 
4nd forth the monsrchs stalk with sov 'reign poVr, 

In psgeant robes, and wreath'd with sheeny gold. 

And on their twilight tombs aerial council hold. 

y XII. 

But. oh ! o'er all, forget not Kilda's rare. 
On whose bleak rocks, which brave the wasting tidot* 
Fair Nature's daughter. Virtue, yet abides. 

Oo ! jast as they, their blameless manners traee ! 
Then to my ear transmit some gentle song. 

Of tho»e whose lives are yet sincere and plain. 
Their bounded walks the rugged cliffs along. 

And all their prospect but the wintry main. 

• Th« water-Aixd. 

t One of (he Hebride* it caikd Tbc Ult of nrnles wkete, tt b 
nportrd, that ivTrral Binlttnrr bnneaof tbcbsnuui %pwdmkmnkma 
4«ff ap la iha rniat of the cbaiwl ibere. 

firolalilll. OM of tba Hebrklea, vbere aew ilxty of Ihs ■■rtist 
•caltM, IrMi. sad Nerwtflaa ktafi ara iBlwraA. 




01>'THB SCOTS' HIGHLANDS. 

Wiik sparing temfi'rance at the seedfol tivMf 
They drain the scented spring : or, hnnger. pi t > 

Along th' Atlantic rock, andreading, cUmb, 
And of iu eggs despoil the solanV nest. 

Thnt, blest in primal innocence they Vxrt, 
Soflked, and happy with that fragal fare 

Which tasteful toil and hourly danger giT«. 
Hard is their i>ha11ow soil, and bleak and bare ; 
^•r eTcr vernal bee was heard to marmar thefi ! 

XIII. 
Nor need'tt thou binsh that such false themes i 

Thy gentle mind, of fairer stores poesest ; 

For not alone tbey tmjch the village breast^ 
But fill'd, in elder time, th'his'oric page. 

There, Shaksoevr*'* self, with tr'ry garland eromi^df 
Flew to those fairy cnmes nis fancy sheen. 

In ma^ng hour ; his wayward sisters found. 
And with their terrors drcst the magic scene. 

Frois them he sung, when, 'mid his bold dsdg|l« 
Before the Scot, aflSkted and aghast ! 

The shadowy kings of Banquo's fated line 
Through the dark cave in gleamy pageant past 

Proceed! nor quittht tales which, simply told* 
Could once so well my answering bosom pierce ; 

Proceed, in forceful sounds, and colour bold. 
The native legends of thy land rehearse : 
To SQvh adapt thy lyre, and suit thy powerfol fWMb 

XIV. 

In scenes like these, which, daring to depart 
From sober truth, are still to Nature true. 
And call forth fresh delight to Fancy's view, 

Th' heroic Muse employed her Tasso's art ! 



J 



60 ON THE SUPERSTITIONS, &«. 

How have I trembled, when, at Tancred'a ftroke. 

Its gasbln^ hlaod {h ifapiiif; cypreMpour'd! 

When pAch live pWewiih mortal accents apokty 
And the iU blatit iiphnv^d the vanUh'd aword! 

How hmvK »t, hen piped ihe penjive liilii^ 
To h»r Mf liArp by British Fflirfan Aimog 

Prevulin^po^t ii»hui« uadoiihtid|; mind 
BrliFv'd thf inagic wunderi which hr lung! 

Hence, at each tound ima^iciatiDii gla'*^ ! 
Hence, at each picture, vivid ><^ii Marts here! 

Hence hi^ Vkarln 1 ly with •o/ttst Awectness flowtf 
lUchiDg it flows, piin^, miirmVing, strong and clear. 
And iili tJi'impajiiiuEi'U heart, and wins th'barm«> 
nious ear ! 

XV. 

All bail ! ye scenes, that o*er my soul prevail ! 

Ye ipl-n-jid friths ami lakes, which, far away. 

Are by imfKJth Amia]i« fiU'd.or past'ral Tay,t 
Or Oan^il riimaDLic fpTiug^^at distance, hail! 
Tlie time shall come, when I, perhaps, may tread 

Your bwly gltu*, o^erhtiDp^ wi'Jtx spreading broom; 
Or o'er yuor stretching heaths, by Fancy led ; 

Or o'er your tdouittaiQi ctrrp n awfiif gloom T 
Then will I dre4» once mvrv th« faded bower, 

Wb«Te JoiuonjnAt in DnKnmoiidVdauicrsbad*} 
Or crop, frnin Tiviotdale^cach lyric Aowrr, 

And mourn, on Yarrftw't banVi^^here WiUy'i laidl 
Meantime, ye pow'n that ea th* |iIalda which bora 

Til e cardial youth oq Lolbiaa's plaint, attend I— 
Where'er HoEQedwellt on hill, or lowly moofj 

To bim lov* your i^ad proipction leo^, 

And, toucb*d wi[h love like mine, preserve my ab- 
■«nt friend ! 

. _ , • t I Tknm Htm la Scotland. 

|B«a JooMM paid a rUU ou fool, la isit, to tk* Scetefcaust Onm- 
BMad, SI bh Mai •! HawilMrodca, vUUu low Mlica 9t cSSafflb 



POETICAL WORKS 



THOMAS GRAY. 



I 



THE un 

OP 

THOMAS GRAY. 



Tbomas Gray. the too of Mr. Philip Grav>atcriTeiier 
•f lAodon, was born in Cornbill, November 26» 171d 
Bis grammatical education he received at Btoa andcr 
the care of Mr. Anirobiu, hit oiother'a brother, then 
asftiMant to Dr. George ; and when he left tchool, ia 
1734, entered a pensioner at Peterhoose ia Cambridge. 

The transition from the school to the college '», to 
most young scholars, the time from which they date 
their years of manhood, liberty, and happiness } boK 
Gray seems to have been very little delighted with 
academical qualifications ; he liked at Cambridge nei- 
ther the mode of life nor the fashion of study, and 
lived sullenly on to the time when his attendance on 
lectures was no longer required. As he intended to 
profess the common law. be took no degree. 

When he had been at Cambridge a^ol five yeass. 
Mr. Horace Walpole. whose friendship he had gained 
at Bton. invited him to travel with him as his com- 
panion. Thev wandered through France into Italy ; 
and Gray's * Letters' contain a very pleasing aoeount 
of many parts of their journey. But unequal friend- 
ships are easily dissolved : at Florence they quarrelled, 
and parted ; and Mr. Walpole is now content to have it 
told that it was by his fault. If we look, however, 
without prejudice on the world, we shall find that 
mux, whoso consciousneas of their own merit sots them 
above the oompliaaecs of servility, are apt tnoagk la 



64 LIFK OF GKAY. 

their association with tnpcriors to watch their own dig- 
nity with iroubletome and punctilious jealouay. and in 
the fervour of independence to exact that attention 
which they refuse to pay. Part they did, whatever 
was the quarrel; and the rest of their travels was 
doubtless more unpleasant to them both. Gray con- 
tinued his journey in a manner suitable to his own little 
fortune, with only an occasional servant. 

He returned to England in September, 1741, and in 
about two months afterwards buried his father, who 
had, by an injudicious waste of money upon a new 
house, so much lessened his fortune, that Gray thought 
himself too poor to study the law. He, therefore, re- 
tired to Cambridge, where he soon after became ba- 
chelor of civil law, and where, without liking the 
place or its inhabitanu, or professing to like them, he 
passed, except a short residence at London, the rest 
of his life. 

About this time he was deprived of Mr. West, the 
son of a chancellor of Ireland, a friend on whom he 
appears to have set a high value, and who deserved 
his esteem by the powers which he shews in his letters, 
and in the ' Ode to May,' which Mr. Mason has pre> 
served, as well as by the sincerity with which, when 
Gray sent him part of < Agrippina,' a tragedy that he 
had just begun, he gave an opinion which probably in- 
tercepted tho progress of the work, and which the 
judgment of every reader will confirm. It was certainly 
no loss to the English stage that ' Agrippina' was never 
finished. 

In this year (1742) Gray seems to have applied 
himself seriously to poetry : for in this year were pro- 
duced the ' Ode to Spring/ his' Prospect of Eton,' and 
his * Ode to Adversity.' He began likewise a Latin 
poem, * De Principiis ^ogitandi. 

It may be collected from the narrative of Mr. Mason, 
that his first ambition was to have excelled in Latin 
poetry : perhaps it were reasonable to wish that he had 
prosecuted his design ; for, though there is at present 
some embarrassment in his phrase, and some harahnest 
in his lyric numbers, his copiousness of langoage i« 
snch as very few poiie sa ; and hu lines, even whea 



LIPK OP GRAY. 



(A 



iaperfect, discover a writer whom practice would hart 
OMde akilfal. 

He now VtrtA on at Peterhouse, very little solicitous 
what others did or thoneht, and coUivated his mind 
and enlarf ed his views without any other pnrpoM than 
of improving and amusing himself; when Mr. Mason, 
being elected fellow of Pembroke Hall, hroujcht him a 
companion who was afterwards to be hi* editor, and 
whose fondness and fidelity has kindled in him a seal 
of admiration which cannot be reasonably expected 
from the neutrality of a stranger, and the coldness of 
a critic. 

In his retirement he wrote (1747) an ode on the 

* Dea:b of Mr. Wal:>oIe'sCat;' and the year afterwards 
attempted a poem, of more importance, on ' Oovem- 
ment and Jiilucation/ of which the fragments which 
remain have many excellent lines 

Uis next production ( MSO) wa.« his far>famed ' Elegy 
ia the Church-yard/ which, finding its way into a v 
macaane, first, I believe, made him known to the 
wiblic. 

An invitation from Lady Cohham about this time 

Sive occasion to an odd composition called * A Long 
lory,' which adds little to Oram's rharacter. 

Several of bis pieces were published (1753) with 
designs by Mr. Bentley ; and that they might in some 
form or other make a book, only one side of each leaf 
was printed. 1 believe the poems and the plates re- 
commended each other so well, that the whole impres- 
sion was soon bought. This year ho lost his mother. 

Some time afterwards (1756) some young men of 
the college, whose chambem were near his, diverted 
themselves w:*h disturbing him by frequent and trou- 
blesome noises, and, as is said, by pranks yet more 
off nsive and contemptuous. This insolence, having 
endured it awhile, he represented to the governors of 
the society, among whom, perhaps, he had no friends; 
and, finding his complaint little regarded, removed 
himself to Pembroke Hall. 

In 1757, he published * The Progress of Poetry, and 

* The Bard,' two compositions at which the readers of 
po«tij wen at first content to gate in mute amasemeAL 



>^ 



66 LIFE OF GRAY. 

Some that tried them confessed their inability to ini> 
derttand them, though Warburton said they trere ao* 
dentood as well as 'the works of Milton and Shak- 
•peare. which it is the fashion to admire. Oairick 
wrote a fftw lines in their praise. Some hardy cham- 
pions undertook to rescue them from neglect ; and ia 
a short lime msny were content to be shewn iMtattUM 
which tl.ey could not see. 

Gray's reputation was now so high, that after the 
death of Gibber, he had the honour of refusing the 
laurel, which was then bestowed on Mr. Whitehead. 

His curiosity, not Inu^ after, drew him away frmn 
Cambridge to a lodging near the Museum, where be 
resided near three years, reading and transcribing; 
•nd, so far as can be discovered, very little affected 
by two odes on • Oblivion' and * Obscurity,' in which 
his lyric performances were ridiculed with macb coo* 
tempt and much ingenuity. 

When the professor of modem history at Cambridge 
died, lie was, as he ^^ays, 'cockered and spirited up/ 
till he s'ikcd it of Lord Dute, who sent him a civil re- 
fusal; and the place was given to Mr. Brocket, the 
tutor of Sir James Lowther. 

His constitution was weak, and, believing that his 
health was promoted by exercise and change of place, 
he undertook (1765) a journey into Scotland, of which 
his account, so far as it extends, is very corioas and 
elegant: for, as his comprehension was ample, bia 
curiosity extended to all the works of art, all the a|H> 
pearances of nature, and all the monuments of past 
events. He naturally contracted a friendship with 
DivBeattie, whom he found a poet, a philosopher, and 
a good man. The Mareschal College at Aberdeen offered 
him the degree of doctor of laws, which, having omit 
ted to uke it at Cambridge, he thought it decent to 
refuse. 

Wha* he had formerly solicited in vain was at last 
given him without solicitation. The professorshipof 
history became again vacant, and he received (1/GB) 
an offer of it from the Duke of Orafton. Me aecepted 
and retained it to his death : always designing Iee» 
nuee, bnt never appearing reading them; oaeaay at 



LIFE OF GRAY. €7 

Ut »tgl«ct of duty, and appeasing his vneatineM with 
dctigiM of reformation, and with a resolution which h« 
bclimd himself to have made of resigning the oflke, 
if he found himself unable to discharge it. 

Ill health made another journey necessary, and he 
visited (1769) Westmoreland and Cumberland. He 
that reads bit epistolary narration, wi»hes, that to 
travel, end to tell his travels, had been more of his em* 
ployment ; but it is by studying at home that we must 
obtain the ability of travelling with intelligence and 
iBprovement. 

His travels and his studies were now near their end. 
The goat, of which he had sustained many weak at- 
tadtt, fell npon his stomach, and, yielding to op medi- 
ciBce, produced strong convulsions, which (July 30, 
1771) terminated in death. 

His character I am willing to adopt, as Mr. Masoa 
h«s done, from a letter written to my friend Mr. Bos well 
by the Rev. Mr. Temple, rector of St. GUivias in Corn- 
wall i and am as willing as his warmest well-wisher to 
believe it true. 

' Perhaps he was the most learned man in Europe. 
He was equally acquainted with the elegant and pro- 
fotwd pans of science, and that not soperfirially, but 
thorottchly. He knew every branch of history, both 
natorarand civil ; had read iW the original historians of 
Bngland, France, and Italy ; and was a great antiqua- 
rian. Criticism, metaphysics, morals, politics, made 
a prineipal part of his study ; voyages and travels of all 
sorts were bis favonrite amusements ; and he had a 
fine taste in painting, prints, architecture, and garden* 
ing. With such a fund of knowledge, his conversation 
must have been equally instructing and entertaining ; 
bat he was also a good man, a man of virtue and hu- 
manity. There is no character without some sipeck, 
some imperfection -, and I think the greatest defect in 
his was an afTecution in delicacy, or rather effeminacy, 
and a visible fastidiousness, or contempt ami disdain 
of hit inferiors in science. He also had, in some degree, 
that weakneas which disgusted Voltaire so mocn in 
Mr CoBgreve ; though he seemed to value others chiefly 
■eotci l a ^ to the progrett that they had made ia koam 



66 LlPfe OF GRAY. 

lcdg«, yet he conld not bear to be considered merely m 
m man of let»er«; and, ihongli without birth, or fortime, 
or etation. his desire was to be looked upon as a privatt 
independent gentleman, who read for his amusemeot. 
Perhaps it rony be said. What Mgni6c« so much know- 
ledge, when it produced so little ? Is it )vorth taking 
•o much pains to leave no memorials but a few poems i 
But let it be considered that Mr. Gray was lo others at 
least innocently employed ; to himself certainly bene- 
ficialiy. Hilt time passed sgreeahiy : he was every day 
making some new acquisition in science ; his mind was 
enlarged, bi« heart f^ofiened, bis virtue strengthened; 
the world and mankind were shewn to him whhoat a 
mank ; and he was taught to consider^ every thing at 
trifling, and unworthy of the attention of a wixe man, 
except the pursuit of knowledge and practice of iriitne, 
in that state wherein Qnd hath placed us.' 

To this character Mr. Mason has added a more par* 
ticular account of Gray's skill in soology. He has re- 
marked that Gray's effeminacy was affected most * be- 
fore those whom he did not wish to please*/ and that 
bo is unjustly charged with making knowledge his sole 
reason of preference, a« h« paid his esteem to noae 
whom he did not likewise believe to be good. 

What hss occurred to me from the slight inspection 
of his Letters in which my undertaking has engaged 
me is, that his mind had a large grasp ; that his curio- 
sity was unlimited, and hi« judgment cultivated', that 
he was a man likely to love much where he loved at 
all ; but that he was fastidious and hard to please. His 
contempt, however, is often employed where I hope it 
will be approved, upon scepticism and infidelity. Hit 
abort account of Shaftesbury I will insert. 

' You say yon cannot conceive how Lord Shaftetbaty 
came to be a philosopher in vogue ; I will tell yon ; 
first, he wan a lord ; secondly, he was as vain as any of 
his readers; thirdly, men are very nrone to beliere 
what they do not understand ; fourthly, they will be- 
lieve any thing at all, provided thev are tinder no obli- 
gation to believe it ; fifthly, they love to take a new 
road, even when that road leads no where ; sixthly, he 
WM reckoned a fine wriur, and teemt alwmyt to meaa 



LIFB OP GRAY. 69 

more thaahe Mid. Woold you have any more rcMontt 
An interval of above forty years ba« pretty well d«> 
ftrojfed the charm. A dead lord ranks with eommonere* 
ranitf it no longer iiitcrrttcd in the mattery for a new 
load haa become an old one.' 

Mr. Ma»on haa added, from hit own knowledge* 
that, though Gray was poor, he was not eager of money ; 
and that oat of the little that he bad, he waa very 
willing to help the necessitous. 

At a writer he bad this peculiarity, that he did not 
write hit pieces first rudely, and then correct them, bat 
labonred every line as it arose in the train of eonpoei* 
tion ; and he had a notion not very peculiar, that h« 
coald not write but at certain times, or at happy mo> 
ments; a fantastic foppery, to which my kindness for 
a man of learning and virtue wishes him to have been 
superior. 

Gray's poetry is now Co be considered ; and I hop« 
not to be looked on as an enemy to hi* name, if I con- 
fess that I contemplate it with less pleasure than his Iif«. 

His ode * On Spring' has something poetical, both in 
the language and the thought*, but the language it too 
Inauriant, and the thoughts have nothing new. There 
has of late arisen a practice of giving to adjectivea de- 
rived from substantives the termination of participles; 
such as the euUured plain, the daisied bank ^ but I waa 
sorry to see, iu the lines of a scholar like Gray, the 
Mmted Spring. The morality is natural, but too stale; 
the conclusion is pretty. 

The poem * On the Cat' was doubtless by its Author 
considered as a trifle; but it is not a happy trifle. In 
the first stanza, * the azure flowers that blow* shew re. 
aolntely a rhyme is sometimes made when it cannot 
easily be found. Selima, the Cat, is cmlled a nymph, 
with aome violence both to language and sense ; but 
there is no good use made of it when it is done ; for of 
the two lines. 

What frmalc heart can foM despite \ 
What csi'a averse to fl*b I 

the first relates merely to the nymph, and the second 
only to the cat. The sixth stanza contains a melan> 
choly tmih, that < a favoarite has no friend / bot the 



70 LIFE OP GRAY. 

last «iMlt in a pointed trntenre of no relation to ttia 
pnrpcMe ; if what glistered had been gold, the cat wouM 
not have gone into the water ; and. if ahe had, would 
not lets have been drowned. 

The ' Prospect of Eton College' aaggests aothii^ t» 
Gray which every beholder does not equally think and 
feel. His sapplication to father Thames, to toll bim 
who drives the hoop or tosses the ball, is oselcNW and 
puerile. Father Thames has no better means of knowing 
than himself. His epithet * bimom health' is not ale* 
gant; he seems not to understand th« word. Gray 
thought his language more poetical as it was more re* 
mote from common ase ; finding in Dryden ' honey 
redolent of spring/ an expression that reaches tha ttt« 
most limits of our language, Gray drove it a little more 
beyond common apprehension, by making ' galea' to be 
* redolent of joy and youth.* 

Of the < Ode on Adversity' the hint was at firat taken 
from ' O Diva, gratum quae regis Antium :' bat Gra^ 
has excelled his original by the variety of his tcnti- 
ments, and by their moral application. Of this pieces 
at once poetical and rational, I will not, by slight ob- 
jections, violate the dignity. 

My process has now brought me to the f09nd€rfitd 
« Wonder of Wonders,' the two Sister Odes, by which, 
though either vulgar ignorance or common aenae at 
first universHlly rejected them, many have been since 
persuaded to think themselves delighted. I am one of 
thoRe that are willing to be pleased, and therefore would 
gladly find the meaning of tlie first tlanaa of ' The 
Progress of Poetry.' 

Gray seems in hit rapture to confound the images of 
'spreading sound and running water.' A 'stream of 
music' may be allowed ; but where does ' music,* how* 
ever ' smooth and strong,' after having visited the 
' verdsnt vales, roll down the »teep amain,' so as Uiat 
'rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roarf If this 
be said of music, it it nonsense ; if it be said of water, 
it is nothing to the purpose. 

The second stanza, exhibiting Mars' car and Jove'a 
eagle, is unworthy of further notice. Criticism djsdMPa 
to chase a school-boy to his commoa-pUcea. 



LIFE OP GRAY. 71 

To tb« third it may Ukewtse be otyectcd, ihat it is 
drawn from mythology, though such as mav b« noro 
easily assimilated to real life. Idalia's < velvet greea' 
has something of cant. An epithet or metaphor drawn 
from Natora enobles Art ; an epithet or metaphor 
drawn from Art degrades Nature. Gray is too food of 
words arbitrarily compounded. ' Many-twinkling' was 
formerly censured as not analogical; we may say 
' many-spotted,* but scarcely « many-spotting/ This 
stanza, however, has something pleasing. 

Of the second ternary of stanzas, the first endeavours 
to tell something, snd would have told it, had it not 
been crossed by Hyperion : the second describes well 
enough the universsl prevalence of poetry ; but I am 
afraid that the conclusion will not ariso from the pre- 
mises. The caverns of the north and the plains of 
Chili are not the residences of ' glory and generons 
shame.' But that Poetry and Virtue go always toge- 
ther is an opinion so pleating, that I vsn forgive him 
who resolves to think it true. 

The third stanza sounds hig with * Delphi,' and 
' Egean/and ' Uissus.'and ' Mnsnder/and ' hallowed 
fountains,' and * solemn sound / but in all Gray's odes 
there is a kind of cumbrous splendour which we wish 
away. His position is at last false: in the time of 
Dante and reuarcb, from whom we derive oor fint 
school of Poetry, Italy was overrun by ' tyrant power/ 
and 'coward vice/ nor was our state much better 
when we first borrowed the Italian arts. 

Of the third ternary, the firat gives a mythologieal 
birth of Sbakspeare. What is said of that mighty genius 
is true ; but it is not said happily : the re«l effects of 
this poetical power are put out of sight by the pomp of 
the machinery. Where truth is sufficient to fill the 
mind . fiction is worse than useless ; the counterfeit de- 
bases the genuine. 

His account of Milton's blindness, if we suppose it 
eatised by study in the formation of his poem, a sup- 
position surely allowable, is poetically true, and hap- 
pily imagined. But the ear of Dryden* with his fts» 
esurssrs, has nothing in it peculiar; it is near ia which 
any other rider may be ptacej . 



73 LIFE OF GRAir. 

< Tbe Bard* spprars, at the first view, to be, •» Al 
garotti and others have remarked, an imitation of th« 
prophecy of Ncreas. Algaroiti thinks it superior to its 
original ; and, if preference depends only on the ima- 
gery and animation of the two poems, his iudgment is 
right. There is in * The Bard' more force, more 
thought, «nd more variety. But to copy is less than to 
invent, and the copy has Iteen unhappily prodiieed at 
a wrong time. The fiction of Horace was to the Ro< 
mans credible ; but its revival dis^rnsu us with apparent 
and unconquerable falsehood. InereduUu odi. 

To select a singular event, and swell it to a giant's 
bulk by fabulous appendages of spectres and predic- 
tions, has little difficulty ; for he that forsakes the pro- 
bnble may always find the marvellous. And it has 
little use ; we are afffcied only as we believe ; w« are 
improved only as we find something to be imitated or 
declined. 1 do not see that ' The Bard* promotes any 
truth, moral nr political. 

Mis stanzas are too long, especially his epodes; th« 
ode is finished before the ear has learned its measoraa, 
and consequently before it can receive pleasure from 
their consonance and recurrence. 

Of the first stanza the abrupt beginning has been ce- 
lebrated : but technical beauties ran give praise onlv 
to the inventor. It is in the power of any roan to ruth 
abruptly upon his subject, that has read the ballad of 
'Johnny Armstrong,' 

la there ever a mau ia all Scotland— 

The initial resemblanr«s or alliterations,' ruin, rath- 
less, helm, or hauberk,' are below the grandeur of a 
poem that tndeavours at sublimity. 

In the second stanza the Bard is well decribed; but 
in the third vc have the puerilities of obsolete mytho- 
logy. When we are told that ' Cadwallo hush'd the 
stormy main,' and that' Modred made huge Plinlim- 
moQ bow his cloud topp'd head,' attention recoils from 
the repetition of a tale that, even when it was first 
beard, was heard with scorn. 

The weaving of the wmdmg'^eet he borrowed, as ha 
owns, from the Xorthem Bards: but their taztONf 



LIFE OF GRAY. 



78 



« very properly the work of femalf powcit* 
M tb« act of spinning the thread of life it another mT- 
thology. Theft is always dangeroos ; Gray hat made 
weavers of slaughtered bards by a fiction oatragtoos 
and incongruout. They are then called vpon to 
• Weave the warp, and wf ave the woof/ perhaps with 
BO great propriety ; for it it by crossing the ««oo/with 
the «0afp that men weave the web or piece ^ and tha 
iirtt line was dearly bought by the admission of its 
wretched corrMWondent, * Give ample room and verfs 
enough. '* He has, however, no other line as bad. 

The third stanza of the second ternary is commend- 
ed, I think. be>ood its merit. The personification it 
indistinct. Thirst and Hunger are not alike; and their 
featuret, to make the imagery perfect thould have been 
discriminated. We are told, in the tame ttansa, how 
' towers are fed/ But I will no longer look for parti- 
enlar fanlu ; yet let it be observed that the ode might 
have been concluded with an action of better exampia. 
but suicide is always to be had* without eapenae of 
thought. 

Thete odet are marked by glittering accnmnlationt 
of ungraceful oraaroenti; they ttrike, rather than 

fileaae ; the imaget are maftnified by affectation ; tha 
angnage is laboured into harshness. The mind of the 
writer seems to work with unnatural v((olence. ' Doa- 
ble, double, toil and trouble.' He has a kind of atntfe- 
ting dignity, and is tall by walking on tiptoe. Hit art 
and his struggle are too visible, and there it too Uttlo 
appearance of ease and nature. 

To aay that he had no beauties aould ba anjntt; a 
man like him, of great learning and great iDdustiTf 
eoold not but produce something valuable. When no 
pleatet leatt, it can only be acud that a good daaiga 
wat ill directed. 

Hit translationt of Nonhem and Welah Poetry do- 
aerve praite; the imagery it preterved, perhapa oftaa 
improved ; bat the languare m unlike the langoogo ot 
other poeta. 

• « I have s Msl, thst ttke SB mmpU aUeU 
Ota takala sUt sad wrf tmmtgk forr~ 



74 



LIFE OI- (ili.lY. 



Ic the character of hin Elrgy I rejoice to coiiesr witk 
the common reader; f>r by the commoo tenttt of 
readeiB. iincomiptrd with literary prrjadtcrt. after all 
the rrfioem«nt«nf subtiltv and the ttoguiatitm of lear^ 
log. innst be finally decided all claim to poetical ho- 
Boiirt. The * Church yard' abounds with ima|e« whi^ 
find a minmr in every mind, and wiih aentiments to 
which every bosom returns an echo. The four ttmoMm, 
beginning ' Yet even these bonea,' are to me original t 



I have never seen the notions in auy other place ; yet 
b« that reads them here persuades himself that h* baa 
always felt them. Had Gray written often thtMi, it had 
bacB vai ' 



i vam to Uame, and ttsclesa to praiM hia. 



ODES. 



I. OV THE SPRINa 

Lot when the roey-bntom'd Hovi^ 

Fair YennB' tiaio, appear. 
DiicloM the long-expeeted flowere^ 

And wake the purple year! 
The Attic warbler pours her throat. 
Responsive to the cuckoo's note» 
The untaught harmony of spring : 

While, wbisp'ring pleasure as they fly. 

Cool Zephyrs through the dear hloe tkj 
Tlieir gather'd fragrance fling. 



Where'er the oak's thick branches i 

A broader* browner shade ; 
Where'er the rude and moes-growa btMh 

O'er-canopies the glade. 
Beside some water's mshy brink 
With me the Muse shall sit* and thiak 
(At ease reclined in rustic state) 

How vain the ardour of the crowdL 

How low, how little are the prood. 
How indigent the great ! 
Still is the toiling hand of Care : 

The panting herds repose : 
Tet hark, how through the peopled air 

The busy murmur glows! 
The insect yoath are on the wing, 
Bager to tasts the honied spriaf. 



ON TU£ DBATH OP 

And tot UDid tk« liquid noon z 
Some lightly o'er the cancnt skin* 
Some shew their gaily-gilded triin, 

Qaick«g1eDcing to the eon. 

To ContempUtion'e sober eye 

Sach it the rmce of men : 
And they that creep, and they that flj« 
Shall end where they began. 
Alike the buey and the gay 
Bat Batter through life's little day. 
In fortune's varying colours drest s 
Brash 'd by the nand of roagh Mv 
Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance 
They leave, in diut to rest. 

Meihinks I hoar in accents low 

The sportive kind reply : 
' Poor moralist ! and what art thoaT 

A solitary 0y! 
Thy joys no glittering female 
No hive hast thoo of hoarded 
No painted plomage to duplay i 

On hasty wings thy youth is flowa; 

Thy snn ia set, thy spring is 
We frolic, while 'tis May/ 



tL ON THE DEATH OP A PAYOURITI OAl 

*rWA» on a lofty vase's side. 
Where China's gayett art had dyed 
The aiure flowers, that blow ; 

Demurest of the tabby kind. 

The pensive Selima racUaed^ 
Guad en the lake below. 



A FAYOURirB CAT. 

■«r coiiMioat tail her Joy dedartd ; 

TIm Imir nmod fac«» th« toowj btmfd* 

TIm T«lvct of her paws. 
Her coftt, that with the tortoiat r\m. 
Her ear* of jet, and emerald •jw. 

She taw ; and parr*d applaoae. 

Still had the gaxed; bat 'midaC th« tid* 

Two angel forms were teen to glkU» 

The Oonii of the stream : 
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hve 
Through richcai parple to the view 

Betray'd a golden gleam. 

The hapless Nymph with wonder saw t 

A whisker first, and then m daw. 

With many an ardent wish^ 
She streich'd in vain to reach the prbe. 
What female heart can gold deepiaet 

What Cat's averse to fish ? 

Presnmptaous Hsid I with looks inteat 

Again she strctch'd, again shehen^ 

Nor knew the galf between. 
(Maiignant Kate sate by» end adUdj) 
The tlipp'ry verge her feet begeiledt 

She tumbled headlong in. 

Bight timet emerging from the flood* 

She mew'd to ev'ry wat'ry Qod, 

Some tpecdy aid to tend. 
No Dolphin came, no Nereid aliir'dl 
Nor cruel Tom, nor Sutan h eard ' 

A lav'rite has no friend ! 

From hence, ye beaotiet« nndeeeivodt 

Know, one false step is ne*er retrierod 
And be with caution bold. 

Not all that tempa your wand'riaf 9^m 

Aad boedlett hearu. it Uwfol prbo 
Vev all, that gUtiert, gold 



ON A PROSPECT OF * f. 

III. ON 1 DISTANT PROSPSCT^qf * 
ETON COLLEGE. v"^ 

Tb dUunt spirei, ye aatiqae towtn. 
That crown the wat'ry glade » 

Where grateful Science itill adores 
Her Henry's* holy shade ; 
And yep that from the lutely brow 
Of Windsor's heighu th' expanse bclov 

Of grove, of lawn, of mead sarvey; 
Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowtn Mi 
Wanders the hoary Thames aloof 

His silver- winding way! 

Ah happy hills ! ah pleasing thado ! 

Ah fields beloved in vain. 
Where once my careless childhood MrayM 

A stranger yet to pain ! 
I feel the gales that from ye blow 
A momentary bliss bestow. 
As waving fresh their gladsome wiag^ 

My weary soul they seem to sooth* 

And, redolent of joy and youth. 
To breathe a second spring. 

Say, Father Thames, for thoo haat nta 

Full many a sprightly race. 
Disporting on thy margent grcon. 

The patlis of pleasure traee. 
Who foremost now delight to cleaTO 
With pliant arm thy glassy wavet 
The captive linnet which enthral t 

What idle progeny soeeeed 

To chase the rolling drelo'a i 
Or urge th« flying baUt 

• Bli« IsBvy tks SMk, fceiisr «r i 



ETON CUJ.Li:>GK. 

Whil« some on earnest busincM bcnl 
Their munu'riug Uboam piy 

'Gainst graver hours, that bring < 
, To sweeten liberty : 

8ome bold adveniurera disHain 
' The limits of their little reign, 

^▲nd unknown regions dare descry: 
Still as they rcn they look behind. 
They hear a voice in every wind. 

And snatch a fearful joy. 

Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed. 

Less pleasing when poascst ; 
The tear forgot as soon as shed. 

The sunshine of the breast t 
Theirs buxom health of rosy hn». 
Wild wit, invention ever new» 
Apd lively cheer of vigour bom ; 

fThe thoughtless day, the easy nigfat, 

Th« spiriu pure, the slumbers light. 
That fly th' approach of mom. 

▲las ! regardless of their doom* 

The little victims play ! 
Ko sense have they of ills to cooM, 

Vor care beyond to>day : 
Tet see how all around 'em wait 
The ministers of human fate. 
And black Misfortune's haleful traiii t 

Ah, shew them where in ambu*h stand. 

To seise their prey, the murth'fow baa4 
Ah, tell them they are men ! 
These shall the fury Passions tear. 

The vuhure«i of the mind, 
Diidai.iifnl Ajifsr, pallid Pear, 

And Shame that scuiks behind ; 
Or pining Cove shall wasu tlieir joath. 
Or Jealousy with ranUiag tootk. 



PROSPECT Or JiluN COL.LBGE.. 

That inly gnaws the secret heart* 
And Envy wan, and faded Care^ 
Orim-vUaged comfortless Despair, 

And Sorrow's piercing dart. 

Ambition this shall tempt to rise. 

Then whirl the wretch from high* 
To bitter Scorn a aacrifice. 

And grinning Infamy. 
The stings of Falsehood those shall try. 
And hard Unkindncas' alter'd eye. 
That mocks the tear it forced to flow; 

And keen Remorse with blood deikd» 

And moody Madness laughing wiM 
Amid severest woe. 

Lo, in the vale of years beneath 

A griesly troop are seen. 
The painfal family of Death, 

More hideous than their queen t 
This racks the joints, this fires the rrill% 
That every labouring sinew strains^ 
Those in the deeper vitals rage : 

Lo, Poverty, to fill the band. 

That numbs the soul with icj hand* 
And slow* consuming Age. 

To each his sufTrings : all an mMi« 

Condemn'd alike to groan \ 
The tender for another's pain,\'Y\ 

Til' unfeeling for his own. 
Yet ah ! why should they know their ftti^ 
Since sorrow never comes too late« 
And happiness too swiftly flies T 

Thought would destroy their parmdiM* 

Ko more; where ignoraaot U bUM» 
flit foUy to be wise. 



81 



IV. TO ADTSRSmr. 



wawTAt Ty Italtmt jua#air 
9tvpai u^iW §x*tv* 

^stUftm, to 

DaOOHTEM of Jov«^ rrlcntleu power. 

Thou Umer of the human breut^ 
Whose iron leoarge »nrt idn'riug hoar 

The Bad affright, afflict the Beet ! 
Bound in Lhy aJnmiatiliDe chain 
The proud anA i^ugbt to Uite of pain. 
And purple tyranli vmnly fibroma 
With pang« utifek Wforc, unfilled and i 
When fint thy kLt^ to tend on earth 

Vinue, himilarlmg cblld, detigti'd. 
To ih*r h(3 gave thi* licav'tily birth, 

An(] bnde tn form her infiint mind. 
Stem nigged Nurte ! tby rigid lore 
With patience unuy a year the bore: 
\fhat sorrow wai, thou bad 'it het iaoir. 
And from her own the learn 'd to melt at othm* i 
Scared at thy frowti (erriGc, fl/ 

S^elf plcuiof Polly's idle brmd^ 
Wild Laugbier, Nois«« and tboughllcH Joy^ 

Aad |«ave us leiiexe to b« good. 
Light they dispcnc, and vitb them go 
The lusnmer Priendf the flattering Foe; 
By f aia Proiperity rtic«i¥ed« 
To her they vow ihtit iratbi and are again 
Wisdom in sable garb array *d» 

Immersed in rapt'rous thought p cofo na d^ 
And Melanchofy* silent maid. 

With leaden eye, that lores the 
£2 



B TO ADVERSmr. 

SHU on tby •olemn steiM attend : 
Warn Charity, the ^neral friend. 
With Jastice, to hereelf MTere, 
And Pity, dropping toft the sadly-plMaiof 
Oh, gently on thy tappliant't head. 

Dread Ooddese, lay thy chaat'ning hand ! 
Kot in thy Gorgon terrors clad. 

Nor circled with the vengeful band 
(At by the impiooa thoa art seen) 
With thnnd'ring voice, and threat'ainf 
With screaming Horror's foneral cry. 
Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Powly« 

Thy form benign, oh. Goddess, wear. 

Thy milder influence impart. 
Thy philosophic train be there 

To soften, not to wound my heart* 
The generous spazk extinct revive, 
TMch me to love and to forgive. 
Exact my own defects to scan. 
What others are to feel, and know mifmkt A 



83 

▼. TUB PROGRESS OF P0B8T. 
PimdoHe.* 

Pmim, Oljrmp. VL 
I. 1. 

Aw A KB, MoWii lyre, awake. 

And give to rapture ell thy trenbliDf ttrfaip. 

fFrou Uel icon's Larmonioas eprings* 
A thoueand rills their niaiy profreaa take t 
The langhiug 6owert, that roand them blov« 
Driok life and fragrance at they flow. 
Kow the rich stream of music winds along 
Deep, majestic, smooth* and strong. 
Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden ftig«i 
Kow rolling down the steep amain. 
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour : 
The rocks, and nodding groves, rcbeUow to tte IMS. 

1.2. 
|Oh! Sov'reign of the willing soul. 

Parent of sweet and solemn breathing tin^ 
Eochanting shell ! i1i« sullen Cares, 

And frantic Passions, hear thy soft controL 
On Thracia's hills the Lord of War 
Has curb'd the fury of his car, 

• WbM tbe saibor flr«l pablbhed ihls Md Ika follAWtaff Oie. 1w 
was adtiMNl, c«rfi by hw rrtc-aiU, to lubJulM mws few r\|<Ba.i>wjr 
; bat had ton mat b ra»|*cct for iba aa^iriiaadiiig ai hia mm* 



evk (o (aba uiat liberty. 

f Tba Mbjtct And »iaiilr, aa a«aal with Pladar, ara ■■lt»4. TiM 
vsrfcMM aoarrt* of poatrj. whirb f !«« Ufeaad IvMra M sN It laa ri li^ 
ara brra dc«:rlUd, it» qalct BSinlic progreaa rartrya* « ~ 



lact(oilMrwlac drv and bdirra) wWi a poaip of diru 
aaaiMwaf of aaawrr*; mod It* aiar« rapid and Irr 
«W« awala and barrlad awa? by tba cedtec al tmai 

»rbalr«taalllaaaC_ 
iPrtblaaari'laAaaw 



84 THE PROGRKSS 

And dropped hit tliirttjr laoce at thy com—iid, 

Peichuig on th« iceptred hand 

Of JoTe, thy magic lolb thn feathei'd kiBf 

With railed planet, and fltggiac wing: 

QiMDch'd In daik cloodt of tlambcr lie 

n« tamr of hit haak» and lightning* of hb iftb 

1.3. 
*ThM the Toieo, the dance, obey, 
Teitper'd to thy wavhled lay. 
O'er Idalia'a Yelvet green 
The roty>crowned Lovct are teen. 
On Cythereat day* 
With antic Sport, and btne^yed Pie 
Pritking light in frolic measuret ; 
Now porsning, now retrrating. 

Now in circling troope they meet : 
To britk nofet in cadence heating 

Glance their many-twinkling feet. 
Slow melting ttraint their Qneen't approach ^ 

Where'er the turns the Oracet homage pay. 
With armt tnblime. that float upon the air. 

In gliding ttate the wint her easy way : 
0*er her warm cheek, and riting boeom move 
The bloom of yoong Detire, and purple light of Ltv* 

11.1. 
tMan't feeble race what illt await ! 

Labour, and Penury, the rackt of Pain, 
Diseaie, and Sorrow't weeping train. 

And Death, tad refuge from the ttormt of Palo! 
The fond complain? my tong, diaproTC, 
And juttify the lawt of Jove. 

• PMTcr Pi iMrawaf •• pnimcm M Om gnc^ of ■mtwilaifce 
kadr. 

t Tacoai|i«a«ie ikr rcM aai laMflNavy IHs aT Mfe^ Ike Mata waa 
fH«a to MMkM kf Hmmm ProrlS«ca tkal Mad* Ike di^kf Iik 
-" — ^'praMBeatoitartflkatlMaaiUMrranankaalgkt. 



OP P0B8T. m 

Bf, hat h9 %hf*u in rain the Iimit*!!]/ Mom t 

Nifhtt and all her tickly daws. 

Bar tpactrea wan, and birds of boding cry. 

Ha givas to range the dreary sky : 

Till down the eastern cliffii afar 

Hyperion's march they spy^ and gUttcriag shafts of im. 

II. 2. 

*Ia climes beyond the solar road. 
Where tiaaggy forms o'er iee-bailt moanuina rouSf 
The M use has broke the twilight-gloom 

To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. 
And oft, beneath the od'roos shade 
Of Chili't boundless forests laid. 
She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat 
In loose nombers wildly sweet 
Their feather cinctured chiefs, and dusky lovaa. 
Her track, where'er the Goddess roves. 
Glory pursue, and generous Shame, 

Th' nnconquerable Mmd, and Freedom's holy inBt» 

II. 3. 
fWoods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep. 
Isles, that crown th' JRgewax deep. 

Fields* that cool Ilissua laves. 

Or where Meander's amber wavea 

In lingering lab'rinths creep. 

How do your tuneful Echoea langniah. 

Mute, but to the voice of Anguish ! 

• Exu Mivc iuAnrncc of poetic frtlM ot cr .ths nmotmit sal »a»i 
■■eivtlisKd aaiioM : lu coaiicikNi with bbtsrty, and tkm vt r a w i Chsi 
•aiMfsily aiieiidoa lu-<S(« the Entt, Norvcftan, sad WcWi Fr^f- 
■iriitii ; f\t€ Liplmiid *»d ABrncau Sttnca.) 

of iMieirj from Greece to luly, sad from Italy to Bag- 



•re** 
I'aav 
•ri*ecrarrh. 



Caaarrr wm boC an^cquAintrd wlUi'lha wrMlogB af Daals ar 
I. Ttw tjirl of aarrcy sad ;ilr Timaiaa Wvaa kad tTAvcUad 



•r l*ecrarrh. Ttw tjirl of aarrcy sad Mr Timaiaa Wvaa kad tTAvcMad 
In It4jy, aad fanaod th*ir tacte Uicre; Speaivr lailuiad iIm llaiUa 
•riliani MUioa laprovad aa ihaa { ImI da«wJMol asp^rsdteoa after 
dw KasiaratMNi. ajid s asw oM afaae aa tka haach aadsl, whiea hss 



86 THE PROGRESS 

Where each old poetic MoanUia 

Inaptration bresth'd aroniid ; 
■▼'ry shade and hallow'd fountain 

Monnur'd deep a hollow aonnd : 
Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil honr 

Left their Pamaaaas for the Lattaa plaint, 
▲like they scora the pomp of tyrant Power* 

And coward Vice, that revels in her chains^ 
When Latiam had her lofty spirit lost, 
1 hey sooght, oh Albion ! next thy sea-enclrded mm 

III. 1. 

Far from the san and sammcr-gale. 
In thy green lap was Nature's* darling laid. 
What time, where lacid Avon stray'd. 

To him the mighty mother did unveil 

Utr awful face : the dauntless child 

Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled. 

* This pencil Uke,' she said. ' whose colouft dm* 

Richly paint the Tcmal year ; 

Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy I 

This can unlock the gates of Joy ; 

Of Horror that, and thriiling Fears. 

Or ope the sacred source of sympatnetic Teaa«' 

III. 2. 
Hor second Re A that rode sublime 

Upon the seraph- wings of iicstasy* 

The secrets of th' abyss to spy. 
Be passed the flaming bounds of space and tint t 
The living-throne, the sapphire-blase. 
Where angels tremble, wliile they ja|j|» 
He saw ; but blasted with excess of light, 
Oloaed his eyes in endless aighL . 




OP POESY. m 

Behold wlier* Drydea's leM pmampteoM cat 
Wide o'er the fields of glory bear 
Two conrtert of ethereal raee. 
With oecks in thunder clothed^ and. long^vMiaiim 
pace. 

in. a 

Hark, his hands the lyre explore I 
Bright-eyed Fancy* hoToriog o'er. 

Scatters ^m her pictured nm 

Thoughts, that breathe, and words, thtt h«B« 
•But ah 1 *tis heard no mora 
Oh ! lyre divine, what daring Spirit 
Wakes thee now f though he inherit 
Kor the pride, nor ample pinion, 

tTbat the Theban eagle bear. 
Sailing with supreme dominion 

Through the azure deep of air : 
Yet oft before his infant eyee would ma 

Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray 
With orient hues, unborrow'd of the San : 

Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way 
Beyond the limiu of a vul^ fate. 
Beneath the Good how far->bat far abore tha Great. 



•ftaiiidfti 



hf of w tnrnt % ima. Mr. NtMB, l|Kl«t4 
tevtf, Ima lowlMd ikc tnf ekovids, m4 whit • i n M l ir iy k^rni 
of Ui CiMntom.— above all lo tlw hsc oT Oincucoi: 



'Uartif lManlfeao«foafooi0lcp4raU*'4pt. 



TI. THB BARD. 

Pimdarie* 

•Ruin mIm th—, vathless ling I 

Confation on thy banner* «ait I 
Hioagb fann'd by oonqoMt't crimion wiBg» 

They mock the air with idle tUta. 
Helm, or baaberk'st twisted mail. 
Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail 
To save Uiy secret soul from nightly fean. 
Prom Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tearal' 
Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested piida 

Of the fir«t Edward scatter'd wild dismay. 
As down the strep of Snowdou's^ 'l^H^^ *^^* 

He wound with toilsome march his long array. 
Stout Glo'stcr^ stood aghast in speechless trance ; 
To arms!* cried MoRimer,|| and cnocb'd hit quiiMi 
lance. 

1.2. 
On a rock, whose haughty brow 

Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. 
Robed in the sable garb of woe, 

With haggard eyes the Poet stood 
(Loose his beard, and hoary hair 
Stream'd, like a meteor, to the tnmbled air); 

• Ttiis OHe U foandrd oa a inditl<>a nirrrat in Wales <1mI Edwari 
ttic Pli>t, vlieii lie compMt-d ih* coaq— it of that ODiwlry, l4nwA 
ail the banU (h4t frJI luln bb liand* to br put tudnlli. 

* Tbc haahcrk »■« a trxtnrr of alecl rinf Icta, or rii«« I nl y w ow . 
fomiinff a t-Mat nt mail, ikat aat cloae lo tbe body, aad adaiAad Umm 
to every nioilxii. 

t Sm^wdoM «a« a iiabip fflrm by tlie ftaxoua lo that woeatainwi 
tract whicli il-e \^eMi theuioeive. call ( r«if t^w-rrirri; It toeindad 
ail tbe hi^hlaid- uf fat* rnarTonthire ami Mt-r om ihthire, aa far caaC 
ai ibv liver OuuMray. R. ittirdco, •pe^kliic of the CaMki of C'euway, 
built by Kinir KdwaM the Flki. oay*, • Ad ortam aniaiaCoawaf $4 
clivam iniiiit>» Cit-ry ,' »id Mxtibfw of WcatminMrr. (ad a«n. 1;ISJ), 
*A|Nid Abcrrou^a) ;id ptdi» luoaiki Suo»4.«kB frclt vrigl carfnw 
forte.' 

i Gilbert de CI trc. ramamcd the Had, tart of Oloacerter aad Bet* 
ford, ana-la-law to RiuR tdwai d. 

iBdmoad da Mortlaier, lord of WigaMra. 

Tb«* becb vert Lorda-m^rtktrt, wbaae laada laf aa Ike k 
«r Wakib aad pnAalrif icconniaidod ika kl^ la Ma raysi" 



THE BARD. 9 

And wHh a maater'f hand, and prophet's fin* 

Struck the deep sorrows of his Ijre. 

' Hark, how each giant oak , and desert eav«« 

Sighs to the torrent's awful voice bcneftth I 
O'er thee» oh king ! their hundred aroia they vtw. 

Revenge on thee in hoarser mnnnars breath* ; 
Tocal no more* sines Cambria's fatal day. 
To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. 

1.3. 
' Cold is Cadwallo's tongue. 

That hnsh'd the stormy main : 
Brave Urien, sleeps npon his craggy bed s 

Mountains, ye monm in vain 
Modred, whose magic song 

Made huge Plinlhnmon bow his clond*lopp'd haad. 
On dreary Arvon's shore* they lie, 

Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : 

Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; 
The famish'd eagle t screams, and passes by. 
Dear, lost companions of my tuneful art. 

Dear, as the light that visits these sad ayet. 
Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart* 

Ye died amidst your dying country's crisa 
No more I weep. They do not sleep. * 

On yonder cliffs, a griesly band* 
I see them sit ; they linger yet. 

Avengers of their native land: 
With me in dreadful harmony they join, 
Aad| weave with bloody hands the tissue of ihy Ub«.' 

• Tbs ihorci of CMrasrvoMhlr* ofipeglic t0 the Ul« of Amleisy. 

f Candea nad •Cwttt ebt«rvr, timt eagtwi «M>a Mamliy lo l»«iM 
Aeir Mn« aanoc the rock» of suoMnn, wblch frooi llitarc (w — e 
CUak) w«r« uaoMrd by is« WcM ( rmigum-tr^ri, or itic crsfs eT ihs 
•ulct. At tbt* day (I %m told) th* bl^hcM pnlM of Snevdvn to 
e«lM tk« tmglt*9 Mtr. Thai Mrd it certalaly ao t»r*amvr tm Ikto 
Maud, as HmVou aad tka people of Caoiterlaad, WartBoMaatf, te. 

cr^Sfea'iSaajaBgfcS '•■*•'''■•*'•*■•'*" 

I lesWlisnNClsa <>dib «>rt fcBiwsl g 



80 



TUB BIRD. 



II. 1. 
< WeaTe the warp, and weave the woof. 

The wiDdiiig*theet of Edward's raca. 
Give ample room, and Terge enongh 

The characters of hell to trace. 
If ark the year, and mark the night, 
•When Severn shall re>echo with affright ; 
The thrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that lim» 
Shrieks of an agoniring king ! 
tShe-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangt« 

That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate* 
X From thee be bom, who o'er thy country hangs 

The scourge of Heav'n ! What terrors round hia wall I 
Amatement in his van, with Flight combuied« 
And Sorrow's faded form, and SoUtnda behiad. 

II. 2. 

' Mighty victor, mighty lord, 

( Low on hit funeral couch he lies 1 
No pitying heart, no eje, afford 

A tear to grace his obsequies. 
Is the table (Warrior fled ? 
Thy sun is gone. He resu among the dead. 
The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam weia bomt 
Gone to salute the rising Mom. 
|Pair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr bleviy 

While proudly riding o'er the anire realm 
In gaUant trim the gilded vesiel goes ; 

Youth on tlie prow, and Pleasure at the helm ( 
Regardlesn of the sweeping whirlwind's sway. 
That, httth'd in grim repute, expecu his eveniaf-pnf, 

• RdwArd Ac Seeniwl, cmrll* bntrkrml Is BrrWcf OMile. 
f habirlor I-'miicc. Kdw .nJ ihe Sccoad'a adttUaiOM aawe. 
t Triaapti* *4 KUwanl ihc Tblrd In FrMcc. 
lD«eiUkorih«tkiUK, «btiid<*M)d bjr hit rkiMrris sa«S. 
iBliw lart wowcato b| hi- co«ni<'rh ud M« wmWii. 

^VJtm^t4 ihr IMark PtIbm^ icwl mm tfm ktlbws kit f 
Ma|taMcMer«f Rirhaiiilk«lWMd*ti«lcih IssfMliMS^WH 



THB BARB •! 

II. 3. 

* Pill high the sparkling bowl. 

The rich repast prepare ; 
Reft of a crown, he yet may shart the ItMk t 

Close by the regal chair 
Fell Thint and Famine scowl 
A baleful smile upon their baffled gvett. 
Heard ye the din of tbattle bray. 

Lance to lance, and horse to horse t 

Long years of havock urge their dettia'd cowMf 
And through the kindred squadrons mow their ^y» 
Ye Towers of Julius^ London's lasting shame* 

With many a fool and midnight mnrder fed. 
Revere his $consort*s faith, his father^l fame* 

And spare the meek^ usurper's holy head I 
Above, below, the **rose of snow, 

Twin'd with her blushing foe, we spread : 
The bristled ttboar in infant gore 

Wallows beneath the thorny shade. 
Now, brothers, bending o'er th' accursed loom. 
Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify hit dooa* 

III. 1. 

** Edward, lo ! to sudden fate 
(Weave we the woof. The thread it spun.) 



• Riehard the S^vned (9» wn UM bj Arekbalmp flrfMp sai 
Ike coBfKdrnue lorrf« In tkrir Maircsto, kf TIw«m* efVaMeghsa, 
end *H ibr older writrrt) was »ianred tu d*«ik. I he aiarf of Ms 



iMllAO, I Y lUr llrra. of Eton, U ot ■•• It mn tfate. 

1 R«ii«>ia« fit II »•» of Vurk ai<d LiitCMirtcr. 

t H ary iNr Sis>b. Go<>rce dukr of t Uniicr, fAw%rd Ikr nftk, 
Bir«i«rd dulir of Yorli. kc telirvi^ to be mmr^rrvi avciotlr te Ike 
To«rrr (M Lnndoo. I im e««»cM port of ihai i4r«cltir« b vsissriy aufl* 

koiMl (•* Jall«» CWMf . 

f Marram of Auioo. a won*a of kcrak splric, vkortragglsiheel 
lo Mvc kcr biwiMiid aii4 krr cro*e. 



I Hcnrv tb« Fliib. 



^ Henry t 
caatrfjMd* 



Heorv tbo SUdi. f erjr scar kelmr faass h isi l . The Itae 9tUm- 
' '-i on nvkf of InbrriUBer in ib« crowo. 

«kli« ai^d r^ tmm, dcrkva eT York sal UaceHtr. 
tt^aaiBiaslki M —aifcokeef oflMskegiliwTklrdi vkfwefee 
was eMally kaova, la kis owa um, kg ikaaaan of lAe Jsar. 

.H 



9S 



THB BARD. 



ImUI 



*Ha1f of thy heart we conMcrate. 

(The web is wove. The work it done.*} 
' Stay, oh ttay ! nor thas forlorn 
Leave me anblett*d, unpitied, hers to moara t 
In yon bright track, that 6res the wettern Min, 
They melt, they vanish from my eyes. 
But oh I what solemn scenes, on Soowdon't hdgM 

Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroUt 
Tisions of glory, spare my aching sight. 

Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soal ! 
Ko more our long-lostt Arthur we bewaiL 
' All hiil,t ye genuine kings! Britannia's i 
III. 2. 
' Girt with many a baron bold. 

Sublime their starry fronts they rear; 
And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old 

In bearded roijesty, appear. 
In the midst a form divine 1 
Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line ; 
Her lion-port,$ her awe commanding face, 
Attemper*d sweet to virgin-grace. 
What strings symphenious tremble in the air« 

What strains of vocal transport round her pUy' 
Hear from the grave, great TaliessinJ hear! 

They breaihe a soul to animate thy clay. 
Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she ■ings. 
Waves in the eye of Heav'n her many>colour*d wiagt. 

• EJranor of Candle died • (rw ynn aArr the ronqycaC «i Wales, 
The licrulc proof thr favc or hrr ■ffrciion for her lord to wrilkaotm 
Th** BNmiiBicoi* oi his rvfTct and Mirrow f»r ihr loe* of her arcaNi lo 
be atva at Norliiamiiton, <»eddtnvton, H*lth«ai, and other placM. 

« It WM ihe romniAii belief of Ibe Weioh naiion, th4t Kluf Anhw •%» 
•IIU alive III F^iry-Land. ai^ »lioutd relnfu aenio to rcirn ovrr Hrlula. 

I Both IMarUu AOd TMl.rwia l>ad proMliea.ed, thai the W« kh fhaaU 
iviraia thrlr ao^erelf niv OTrr thia i>taad ; which MMicdto ha seeaM- 
pljabcd in the Home of Tudor. 

f Sliced, reiaiiof *n aodtrnrc viTin bf Qarcn Rlltabeth lo Paal 
OilAllii'ki, amb«Mador of PoUttd, aavs, * And iHnt ahe, UoM-Uke rte> 
lat, danoied Ihe vahipert orator ao liaa with her aiaialj port au4 
myeaticai deportare, UMa vith iIm tartaaevar b«- PrtMeiic « 

I TallaarfB, chief of the bardlkioafMwd to ifceitelli caac« 
moiktiSiiSa prtaMTvadl, aadila mmttt Mi la Wgh w 



•Hi 



TUE BARD 



III. 8. 
'TIm TeiM adorn again 

FieTce.War» and faithful Love, 
And Truth severe, by fairj Fiction drwk 

In ^busliin'd meaiures move 
Pale Grief, and pleating Pain, 
With Horror, tjrrant of iha throbbing brtMl. 
A tvoice as of the cherubchoir, 

Oalesfrom blooming Bden bear; 

And ^distant warblings lessen on mj eary 
That lost in long futurity expure. 
Fond, impious man, think'st thou yon tangnla* ^o«d« 

Raised by thy breath, hath quench 'd tha orb of di^t 
To^ morrow ho repairs the golden 0ood, 

And warms the nations with redoubled my. 
Enough for me : with joy I see 

The different doom our Fates assign. 
Be thine Despair, and sceptred Care ; 

To triumph, and to-die, are mine.' 
Ho spoke, and headlong from the moaataia'a htlgMv 
]>oep in tho roaring tide he plnng'd to an d l aaa aigkit. 



TIL FOR MUSICS 



I. 
* HllfOI, avannt ('tis holy gro«nd)« 

Comw, and bis midnight-crew. 
And Ignorance with looks profound. 

And dreaming 8bth of pallid bno« 



llMtf 



94 TUB BIRD. 

If ad Sedition's cry pro/ane» 

Servitude that hagt her chain» 

VoT ia these cooseerated bowers 

Let painted Hatt'ry hide her serpenttnia !■ 

Kor Envy base, nor creeping Gain 

Dare the Muse's walk to stain» ' 

While bright ey'd Science watches rmmd t 

Hence, away, 'tis holy ground !' 

II. 

From yonder realms of empyrean day 

Bursts on my ear th' indignant lay : 

There sit the sainted Sage, the Bard diviaaf 

The few, whom Genius gave to shine 

Through every unborn age, and oadiacoTti^d dfaatb 

Rapt in celestial transport they. 

Yet hither oft a glance from high 

They send of tender sympathy 

To bless the place, where on their op«nis»g ao«l 

First the genuine ardour st^lc. 

'Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell* 

And, as the choral warblingt round him swell. 

Meek Newton's self bends from his state tublime. 

And nods his hoary head, and listens to the rhjrmt. 

IlL 
' Ye brown o'er-arehing groves. 
That Contemplation loves. 
Where willowy Camus lingers with delight. 

Oft at the blush of dawn 

I trod your level lawn. 
Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silTei^hright 
In cloisters dim, far from the haunts oLFoUj, 
With Freedom by my side, and soft^jr'd Mtlimihiif/ 

IT. 
Bat hark! the portals sonnd, tad paeiBg fsrlh 
With solemn steps and slov. 



ODE FOR MUSIC. 9ft 

High potentates, end dimes of royal births 
And mitred fathers in long order go : 
Great •Edward, with the lilies on his bfow. 
From haughty Gallia torn. 
And tsad Chatillon, on her bridal mom« 
That wept her bleeding Loto, and princelyt ClaiVf 
And $ Anjoa's heroine, and )] the paler R0M9 
The rival of her crown and of her woei» 
And ^ either Henry theiPe, 
The murder'd Saint, and the majestic Lord^ 
That broke the bonds of Rome. 

(Their tears, their little triumphs o'tft. 
Their human passions now no more» 
Save Charity, that glows beyond the tonb) 
All that on Granta's fruitful plain 
Rich streams of regal bounty pou/d^ 
And bade these awful fanes and turrets rlM» 
To hail their Fitxroy's festal morning corn*; 
And thus they speak in soft accord 
The Uqiiid language of the skies. 

V. 
« What is grandeur, what is power? 
Heavier toil, supertov p%tn. 
What the bright reward wo ^ainl 
The grateful memory of the good. 

V EAwk^ tbt T>iLr4 ; who »ddM the Jkiip dr iut bf Iehm to Iba 
trnt '*( &(if iKivd. Mb rouDdnlTribMir CoIlM*. 

Clntlil^o, mattf rife ^E' ^91 \ii WiM.i\r-t 1 cl lihiDi (raj tl Ion >^f*i Iwi* 
bt-r h«i|p*iJ>tli Aii^<in4r dr ViLriiiii,^ ear] af Ptaibro^f, ««iiJ,thf) «| ■ 
toil ra Jiiiie ki i H»a Ih^ dli nf kill DuMl-lli. !^1ic «!« Elif rnuPrirrw ti|' !>»> 
N-uke I'l^lFXr^ ur WaK uOiSfr ine n4ine at Autd h\jir\m *\t V^lf-QCIs- 

4' UMn\iCr*tvtthf JbtnefAmji^iiiii^liler i^f Lnltfjifi] the Ftnl. hrii^e 
llw tect flTtT bxr X\n eptlbfet Qf ' ^nni'^lf ' Slur l(>uod^ Cbiri- It Alt. 

1^ il^firrtfrl A(UA«i wife uf Hf nrj (^*r smK, Houi 
Oalltf i?. Tbr fwit hia rvlcbntrj Iwr cwnjMi.*! tMil 
Od*^ V, tfwdr Uri. Iln* I»h. 



i!oui»drti4 Qf Qartii*i 
111 J! \sn tbf ronur 



I k:j^b*lb l^^i.lJir. wife of EJtriTd tKi Ftwrth (^n£t c«l|ed th« 
Hltr Bf4*, ithelnr df tht Hawc pf York^j, 4fa« tdd«d lo ibtc fevtt^ 
■«> df M irnrTt of Anjou. 

^ Henry Oh ^ULll ind Cl(hlb. Tk< tvnilfT iMttd^r of EJBf '«, tki 
tWMr Uw rmiHi hcDnrKM- lo TMbitf Coibmr, 



W ODE TO MUSia 

Sweet U the breath of vernal thowwr. 
The bee's collected treasures sweety 
Sweet Masic** melting fall, but swetUr yil 
The still small voice of Gkatitude/ 

VI. 
Foremost and leaning from her golden do«i 

The •venerable Marg'ret see ! 
' Welcome, my noble son, (she cries alo«d) 

To thic, thy kindred train, and me : 
Pleased in thy lineaments we trace 
t A Tador's fire, a Beaufort's grace. 
Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye* 
The flower unheeded shall descry. 
And bid it round heav'n's altars shed 
The fragrance of its blushing head i 
Shall raise from earth the latent gem 
To glitter on the diadem. 

VIL 
' Lo, Granta waits to lead her bloomi^ bnad* 

Not obvious, not obtrusive, Sb* 
No vulgar praise, no v#aal iacense fliagi; 
' Nor dares with curtly tongue refined 
Profane thr <nbom royalty of mind : 

81m («veres herself and thee. 
TTith modest pride to grace thy youthful brow 
The laureate wreath, that tCccil wore, she briaf^ 
And to thy just, thy gentle hand 
Submits the faseee of her sway* 
While spiriu blest above and men below 
Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay. 

• ContcM 9i Rfetaond find D«rkjt the wollMr ef HMiy ttm 
levMil*, foudms of Si. Jokn** mS ChfM'to CoUn«> .^ 

t TlM comicM «M a BeRafort, Mid eiarricd lo • Twtar t keece At 
•ppUeaUM of tklf Um 10 tho DiAeor Qntiam, vhedam dtMSBl 
Sonbolh thcM fuiUin. _ ^^ 

I Ufd lUwuftBmrffiilftt pis rtsarslkr ef Om VwhmtK^, la mm 



THB FATAL SISTERS. 
VIII. 

'Through the wild waves, as thej roar* 
With watchfal eye and daanlless mi« 

Til J steady course of honoar keep, 

Mor fear the rocks, nor seek the shore : 
The Star of Bmnswick smiles ser 

And gilds the horrors of the deep.* 



91 



VIII. THE FATAL SISTERS. 

t 

From the None-Tangue.* 
Now the storm begins to lower 

(Haste, the loom of Hell prepan), 
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower 

Harttes in the darken'd air. 

• To b* reoBd in lh« Omdct ofThofBodM TorfM 
Mb t aad tlao la UarthotluM. 

Viu er orpit fjrir rair&llJ, !«. 

TiM dfriffn of Mr. Gray in writiof Ihii and tlM ChrM IbllMrfMlai- 
tsllvc Odr* hi f iven la ilw Mmoira of bit Utc. For iIm kaUM* mmitr 
•tandtaf (h« Am of tJieM>, ilie rradvr It to be ioromicd, thai la Om 
•IcvaDlli ccnCery, Sigurd, earl of ihe Orkney ltlai«d*, weat wllli a 
icct of tlilpc, and a considerable body of treepa, iato Ireland, le tim 
^d*tMtwt of sietrmg wUk Ikt $Uken htmrd^ wbo was itea niaynff 
war OB hi* faihrr-Tii-law Brimn, Uug of Uablia : the carl and all kB 
force* were cut to piece*, and Htetrff wa« la daajrer of a total defeat { 
buc the enemy b;td a grraicr Iota by the d««ib or Brimn. their kte, 
who fell In the action. Uo ChrbiBia»Hlay (the day of die hault) a 
■alive of CtUkness, in ScoUind, saw at a dktaace a aanioer of |Mir> 
aoo* on borwbicfc ndini fall apet^ toward* a hill, and aecnuair la 
cater tnlo U. Curloaiiy led him lo follow ihaai. till looking thrttufk 
aa opcaluc In the rock*, he saw twelve fljcaotk flr>ro rracaibllaf 
woawM : they were all eaiployed aboat a loom : aiid a* tbej we«e. 
they •uBff the foll^winc dreadful aooff ; which, when llMy bad lahhod. 
tht7 lore (he web into twelve piece*, aad (each takloe bar ponlea) 
falloped alx to the north aod «• many lo Ihc aoath. 1bc*c were tba 
rmtkwrimr, female divlulde*, scrvanta of Odim <or ftTtdtm} la tba 
Gothic Mytbolofy. Their name fl«nlilc* CA—trr$ ^fthe timim. Tb«f 
were aMeaied on ewiA hoTM*, with drawa awoidala tbdr haadbi aai 
la tba Ibrouf of baule aelectrd each aa were daellaed to •UagMMr, 
aad CMidaciad tbaa to VmtkmUm, tbe ball of <Mia, or paradM a# iha 
brava ; where ibey aiiaadcd tha banqaa^ aad awrad lbs iipa rt rf 
bataaa vlib baraa of aMad aad ala. 
F 



THE FATAL SISTEB8. 

Glitt'ring Imnces mre the loom. 
Where the dusky vmrp we ttnim. 

Weaving many a aoldier't doom* 
Orkney's woe, sj&d Randver's buM> 

8m tli« griesly texture grow 
(Tis of human entrails made)* 

A&d the weights, that play below. 
Bach a gasping warrioi's head. 

Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore* 
Shoot the trembling cords along. 

Sword , that once a looaarch bore» 
Keeps the tissue close and ttrong. 

Vista black, terri6c maid, 

SMigrida, and Hilda see. 
Join the wayward work to aid : 

Tu the woof of victory. 

Bie the ruddy sun be set. 

Pikes most shiver, javelins siaf* 

Blade «ith clattering buckler mect» 
Uaoberk crash, and heimet ring. 

(Weave the crimson web of war) 

Let as go, and let na fly. 
Where our friends the conflict ihare* 

Where they triumph, wherp they dk. 

At the paths of fate we tread. 

Wading through th' ensangttinad Cildt 
Oondula, and Geira, spread 

O'exthe youthful king yoarthleld. 

We the reins to slaughter givt. 
Ours to kill, and ours to spaxt t 

Spite of danger he tball liw 
(Weave the ciiason web of vir)» 



THE FATAL 8I8TBRS. 

Th»j, whom once the detert-beach 
Peat within its bleak domain. 

Soon their ample sway shall ttivteli 
O'er the plenty of the plain. 

Low the danndets earl U laid» 
Oored with many a gaping wood t 

Pate demands a nobler bead ; 
Soon a king shall bite the groiBd. 

Long his loss shall Brin weep^ 
Ke'er » -ain his likeness see; 

Long her strains in sorrow steep^ 
Strains of Immortality ! 

Horror eovers all the heath» 

Clouds of carnage blot the iOB. 
Sisters, weave the web of death; 
. Sisters, cease ; the work is doot. 

Hail the task, and hail the hands! 

Songs of joy and triumph sing I 
Jiqr to the ▼ietorions bands ; 

Triamph to the younger king. 

Mortal, then that hear'st the tak^ 
Learn the tenor of o«r eongi 

Scotland, through each winding valt 
Par and wide the notes proleag . 

Sisters, hence with spurs of speed : 
Bach her thundering falchie« wiilto| 

Bach beetride her sable steed t 
Bmujp hniij to tka itld. 






IX 



VL THE DESCENT OP ODIN.« 

JVm th§ Norm-Tcmgtm. 

UPEOIB the King of Men wHk tpeW, 
And tmddled strait hh coal-black Maod^ 
Down the yawning tteep ho rode» 
That leads to ♦Hela'a drear abode. 
Him the Dog of Darkness spied. 
His shaggy throat he openM wi je. 
While from his jaws, with carnage tSPd^ 
Foam and human gore dittill'd : 
Hoarse he bays with hideoos din. 
Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin ; 
And long pannes, with fruitless yell» 
The Father of the powerful spell. 
Onward still his way he takes 
(The groaning earth beneath him ahalnt)^ 
Till full before his fearless eyca 
The portals nine of hell arise. 
Right against the eastern gate. 
By the moss-grown pile he sate ; 
Where long of yore to sleep was laM 
The dust of the prophetic Maid. 
Facing to the niMrthem dime. 
Thrice he traced the Runic rhyme; 
Thrice pronounced, in accents dresid. 
The thrilling verse that wakes the dead; 
Till from out the hollow ground 
Slowly breathed a solemn sound. 



e The eriglMl b to b« feud to Borthoawi, ^ nsili iiiln 
UpNb OeiMi alMa n«lr, tet 



isvl 



imMMmr,1h9 Wll of tlw Oocyc nitfoni^rBerirtsi ef aJts wli» 
I vkfch •«« dovoiod aU MKk M dM of iickMM, oU sfe. or kf ■■r 
ter MSM ilMs la taulei eror tt fnrtiii Hsls, &QsMwef 



DESCENT OF ODIN. 101 

Pt. Whmt call nnknowrtj what ehanns 
To break the quiet of the tomb? 
Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite. 
And drags me from the realms of night t 
Long on these moald'ring hones hart bMft 
The winter's snow, the summer's heat^ 
The drenching dews and driving ndsl 
Let me, let me sleep again. 
Who is fie, with voice nnb1est» 
That calls me from the bed of reftt 

O. A traveller, to thee unknown. 
Is he that calls, a Warrior's Son. 
Thoa the deeds of light shalt kBOV| 
Tell me what is done below. 
For whom yon gUtt'ring board is 
Drest for whom yon golden bed. 

Pt, Mantling in the goblet see 
The pare bev'rage of the bee; 
O'er it hangs the shield of gold; 
Tis the drink of Balder bold ; 
Balder's head to death is gtv^i. 
Pain can reach the Sons of Henv^i! 
Unwilling I my lips unclose t 
Leave me, leave me to repose. 

O. Once again my call obey. 
Prophetess, arise, and say. 
What dangers Odin's child await^ 
Who the author of his fate. 

Pt, In Hoder's hand the hero's 
His brother sends him to the toi 
Kow my weary lips I close: 
Leave me, leave me to repose. 

O. Prophetess, my speU obej» 
Obco again arise, and say. 



101 DESCENT OP ODHf. 

Who th' aTenger of hit gailt» 

By whom shall Hoder't blooU be ■pOfc 

Pr. In the cmvemt of the west. 
By Odin's fierce embraee compreet, 
A wond'roos Boy shall Rinda bear» 
Who ne'er shall comb hit raven-hair^ 
Mor wash his visage in the stream* 
Nor see the sun's departing beam } 
Till he on Hoder's corse shall smOa 
Flaming on the fon'ral pile. 
Now my weary lips I doee : 
Leave me» leave me to repose. 

O. Yet awhile my call obey. 
Prophetess, awake* and say. 
What Virgins these, in speechless wo«» 
That bend to earth their solemn brov* 
That their flaxen tresses tear. 
And snowy vails, that float in air. 
Tell me whenee tH«<r sorrows roea t 
Then 1 leave thM to lepoee. 

Pr, Ha ! no traveller art thon. 
King of Men, t know thee now. 
Mightiest of a mighty line 

O. No boding maid of skill divine 
Art thoa, nor prophetess of good ; 
Bat mother of the giant-brood ! 

Pr. Hie thee hence, and boast at h«BM^ 

That never shall inqoirer come 

To break my inmsleep again ; 

Till •Lok has burst his tenfold chain. 

e JLauUM«Tllllclar,«1koc«rtJ««st la dales tot «MfWI%il 
^lAr 0«ds apprmchc*. wbm hs ilMll bntk lito boadfl} Iks iMMSa 
fice. tiw ■uw, Md — n ttmU dbs ii p M r: dw «wlk 4nft laAsassi^ 
Mi •!• CMHWM dM •kin: etMOSa lilMdr sad Mi felkSwMiMst 
rfMBpsfWb f^afawkar •s y l swtf aa ef tkb aiTi a o te gy,sse*li^ 



TRIUMPHS OF OWEN. 

iTever. till snlMtantial Kight 
Dat reastuiDMl her ancient right; 
Till wrapp'd in flames, in ruin hoiTl^ 
Sinks the fabiic of the world. 



MS 



X. THE TRIUMPHS OF OWSIT.* 

From tks WtUk, 
OWEIl'l praiae demmudamy »oa§t 
Owen awift, and Owen atrong ; 
Fairest flower of Roderic'a ateoiy 
tOwjrneth's ahield, and Britain's §&mt 
He nor heaps his brooded stores* 
Hor on all profusely pours; 
Lord of every regal art. 
Liberal hand, and open heart. 

Big with hosts of mighty name. 

Squadrons three against him caiM | 

This tlie force of Biria hiding, { 

Side by side as proudly riding. 

On her shadow long and gay 

tliochlin ploughs the wat'ry way} 

There the Norman saila afar 

Catch the winds, and join the war s 

Black and huge along they sweep^ 

Burthens of the angsy deep. * 

Dauntless on his native sands 

frhe Dragon- Son of Mona s(aods; 

_. I k l*HMotr« d« DSRMiMUV, par Mnaa. MatlM.* ITHL 
fNsnn: or r«ilirr » tr*m^%tiim of ii, puSIMwd In ITTS^ ttiid cMtila£ 
'Nitfth^ — •--• — '■'— • '-'-'' ^L^ 1.. .L^ .-._. r? 



'Niifth^ni AiiliqMillr*,* 
iadkloiMiT cttrrvcird. 
• rrtMi Mr. Ev.M'« Spivliii^iw el tiM WrMi PoMrt l I bbIml I1S4. 

Snartn. Owen •mccr9,4e4 bit fiilMr OnSo la lli« prIarlMlllr af 
onfc WaJaa, A. U. iiss. Tlda bauto «aa fi»«|la aM M^NSls 
allawarS* 
•7V t Warth Walrt. J DaaaMtlu 

I tiM fH «r4aoa la iha daHea af CSimlfi lai, wklcfc MHH «^ 
MaaSaaia Safe aa thair b^^aans " 



DEATn OF HOEL. 

In glitt'ring arm* and glory dtttt. 
High he rears hit ruby crest. 
There the thund'riDg strokes begia^ 
There the press, and there the din; 
TmlymalfraH rocky shore 
Kchoing to the battle's roar. 
Check'd by the torrent-tide of blood 
Backward Meinai rolls his flood | 
While, heap'd his master's feet ai 
Prostrate warriors gnaw the ground. 
While his glowing eyeballs turn, 
Thoasand banners round him boia* 
Where he poiou his purple speuv 
nasty, hasty Rout is there. 
Marking with indignant eye 
Fear to stop, and shame to Ay. 
There Confusion, Terror'a cMld* 
Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild* 
Agony, that panu for breathy 
Deapair and honourable Death. 



XI. THE DEATH OF HOKU 
F\nmthB WeUL* 

Had I but the torrent's might. 

With headlong rage and wild affirigfat 

Upon Deira's squadrons hurl'd. 

To rush, and sweep them from tho voiUI 

Too, too secure in youthfial pride. 

By them my friend, my Hoel, died. 

Great Cian's son: of Madoc old 

He ask'd no heaps of hoarded gold ; 

• or AbmHoh atyW Hw MoaMvli •t Iks Budfc Be i««Mal 
skMl tlM ttaw of T«aewla. A. D. Wt. Tlili ffSi li ■■iisiiai JW 
SsgoiBtoi (Bee Mr. EtMw'b Ipscitw^ yw Tl. sad nO 



SONNET. M 

Hone in Nature's wealth mmj'd^ 
He Mk'd, and bad the lovely MaU. 
To Cattraeth'e vale in gUtt'ring row 
Twice two handled warriort go ; 
Every warrior's manly neck 
Chains of regal honour deck, 
Wreath'd in many a golden link : 
From the golden cup they drink 
Nectar, that the bees produce. 
Or the grape's ecstatic juice. 
Flush'd with mirth and hope they ban } 
But none from Cattraeth's vale vctam» 
Save Aeron brave, and Conanstrong, 
(Bursting through the bloody throng) 
And I, the meanest of (hem all. 
That live to weep, and sing their falL 



SONNET* 
ON THE DEATH OF MR. RICHAHO 

III vain to me the smiling Mornings shine. 

And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire : 
The birds in vain their amorous descant join, ^ 

Or cheerful 6elds resume their green attin: 
These ears, alas ! for other notes repine, 

A different object do these eyes require j 
My lonely anguish melu no heart but mine. 

And in my breast the imperfect joys esptfe. 
Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer* 

And new-born pleasure brings to happier ami 
Hie fields to all their wonted tribute bear^ 

To warm their little loves the birds eomplaim s 
I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear* 

Aad weep the more, because I weep fai rubu 

• Bee MoMlr^ 8«ct S. l 

F2 • 



106 



EPITAPH I. 

ON MRS. CLARES.* 

Lot where the silent Marble weepi^ 

A friend, a wife, a mother elecpt t 

A heart, within whoee sacred cell 

The peaceful Yirtoes loved to dwelL 

Affection warm, and faith sineere. 

And soft homanity were there. 

Jn agony, in death s^sign'd. 

She felt the wound she left behind. 

Her infant image, here below. 

Sits smiling on a father's woe : 

Whom what awaiu, while yet he itipjrt 

Along the lonely vale of days! 

A pang, to secret sorrow dear; 

A sigh ; an unavailing tear ; 

Till Time shall ev'ry grief remove. 

With Lale, with Memory, and with h&m. 



EPITAPH II.t 
ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS. 

Hbrb, foremost in the dangerous paths ol Um%g 
Young Williams fought for England's fair nuommi 

His mind each mase» each grace adom'd his fiUMy 
Nor Envy dared to view him with a frown. 

• TbU lady, tba wifc of Dr. Clafte, phfildSB at Rpwa, «Bi 
Aprtt t;. I1«; Md te kMTtod la the chsrch if l$t»0timmZEML 

f Tki* rpttaph wm wrttlcn at ih« rn|ii«M of Mr. Ffdsijrk Ma^ 
tons, who Uura4oitolM*«lMcrttodUoaoMMMaCsgMali^ 
St tbo sttii of vWcb ikk secowplkiti loaih waokMIs^ jfUiM 



BLEOY. 1C7 

At Ais bif Totnntmiy tword he drew, 
Thffre fins in blood hit iafant honoor M«l'd | 

From fortune, pleasure* science, lo"e ke flew* 
And icom'd repoee when Britain took tha flaU. 

With eye* of flame, and cool undaunted breaa^ 
Victor he stood on Bellisle's rocky tteepa— • 

Ah ! gallant youth ! this marble tells the imC» 
Where melancholy Friendship bcnda, and \ 



ELEGY 
WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. 

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day* \ 

The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the Ie«» 

The ploughman homeward plods his weary way* 
And leaves the world to darkness and to ma. 

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the ti^ki» 
And all the air a solemn stillness holds* 

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flighV 
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : 

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower 
The moping owl does to the moon compiais 

Of such a*, wand'ring near her secret kower* 
Molest her ancient solitary reign. 

Beneath those rugged dros, that yew-tree's shad^^ 

Where heaves the turf in many a mould'riag kMfy 
Bach. in his narrow cell for ever laid, 

The rude Forefathers of the Hamlet sleep. 
The breesy call of incense-breathing Mem« 

The swallow twiu'ring from the straw k«ilt i 
Tha cock's shrill eUrioa, or tha echoing korm* 

No BMve shall loose tham Cna tkair lowly kai 
.1 



lOB 



ELEGY WRITTEN Of 



For tbem no more the blajdng bemrth thmll bwrn^ 
Or boty housewife ply her eveninf c«re : 

No children run to lisp their sire's retam. 
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to tbar*. 

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield. 
Their farrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; 

How jocund did they drive tbeir team afield ! 
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy strokat 

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil. 
Their homely joys, snd destiny obscuro ; 

Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile 
The short and simple annals of the poor. 

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of powery 
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gm. 

Await alike th' inevitable hour :— 
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 

Nor yon, ye Proud, impute to These the faulty 
If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise* 

Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vaall 
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. 

Can storied urn or animated bust 
Back to iu mansion call the fleeting breath? 

Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust. 
Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death t 

Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid 
Some heart once pregnant with celestial ire; 

Hands, that the Tod of empire might have swey'i^ 
Or waked to ecstacy the living lyre. 

But knowledge to their eyes her ample page 
Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er UBrott; 

Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage. 
And IroM the genial corrsat of the sovl. 



▲ COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. 1 

FUl nuuiy a gem, of porMt ray ferene,^ 
The dark anfathom'd caves of ocean bear: 

Fall many a flower U bom to bloeh aneeeBy 
And waete its sweetneM on the deeert air. 

Some Tillage- Hampden, that with daantleM brMtt 
The little Tyrant of hb fields withstood ; 

Some mate inglorious Milton here may reflt> 
Some Cromwetl guiltless of his country's blood. 



Th' spplause of list'ning senates to c 
The threats of pain and ruin to despise. 

To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land. 
And read their history in a nation's eyee« 

Their lot forbade : nor circnmscribed alone 
Their growing virtues, but their crimes conftafsd ; 

Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throike» 
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. 

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hidty 
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shanM» 

Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride 
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. 

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife 
Their sober wishes never leam'd to stray s 

Along the cool »eqaesler'd vale of life 
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 

YeCev'n these bones from Hisult to protect 
Some frail memorial still erected nig^. 

With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculptofe dedi'd^ 
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. 

Their name, their years, spelt by th* unlettered BMt^ 

The place of fame and elegy eupply : 
And many a holy text around she strewv^ 

That teach the rtutie moralist to die. 



uo 



BLBGY WftlTTKN IK 



For who, to dnmb F/ngetlulncM a pny» 
This pleMing anxious being o'er rssiga'd* 

Left the warm preciocu of the cheerfal day. 
Nor cast ene longing, lingering look behind f 

On soBM food breast the patting sonl reliet* 
Some pious drops the closing eye requires | 

Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Natnie criee^ 
Bv'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. 

For thee, who mindful of th' nnhoaour'd Dead» 
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; 

If chance, by lonely Contemplation led. 
Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy fatOt 

Hsply some hoary-headed Swain may say, 
' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawa 

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away. 
To Bkeet the sun upon the upland lawn. 

'There at the foot of yooder nodding beeeh 

That wreathes iu old fantastic roou so high* 
His listless length at noontide would he stretch* 

And pore upon the brook thsc babbles by. 
y 
'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 

Mutt'ring his way ward fancies he would row; 
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one foriom. 

Or erased with care, or cross'd in hopeless loi^e. 

' One mom I missM htm on the 'cnstom'd hill. 
Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree \ 

Another came; nor yet beside the rill. 
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 

' TIm neat, with diiges doe in sad array 
Slow through the charch-way path we saw hioi 

Approach and read (for thoa caaat read) the laf 
Graved on the stoae bem^th yoa aged thecs. 



A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARB. Ill 

THB EPITAPH. 
HiBB iwu his head upon the Imp of Burth, 

A Youth, to Fortone and to Famo onknowB ; 
Fair Scienee frown'd not 9n hit humble Mnh^ 

And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. 
Lar^e was hit bonnty, and hit ionl tincere« 

Heav'n did a recompenea at laifely tend t 
He gave to Mit'ry all he had* a tear» 

He gain'd from Heav'n ('twat all he wiih'd) %UmL 
No farther teelc hit merits to ditclose. 

Or draw hit frailties from their drsad aboda 
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)f 

The bosom of hit Father and his God. 



VERSES 

on 

THlB MARRTAQB OF HIS ROYAL HIGHKBM 

THE PRINCE OF WALES. 

foil AB j: nostrum mentet, et inertia corda» 
Dam curas regam, et tortem miteramur iniqwun^ 
Qu« tolio affixit, vetnitque caletcero llammA 
Dulci, qua dono divnm, gratittima terpit 
Viscera per, moUetqae animit lene implicat ■stui ; 
Nee tenerot tentui. Veneris nee prvmia nomatf 
Eloqaiumve ocali, ant facanda silentia lingua : 

Scilicit ignorant lacrymas, savosqne dolores^ 
Dura rodimema, et violenti* exordia flamms ; 
Scilicit ignorant, qua flnmine tinxit amaro 
Tela Venns, cacique armamentaria Divi, 
Irasqoe, iasidiasqne» et tadtom sub peetova vnloai: 
NaasfM mk ingresia, piimoqut ia hmdm Anaito 



■vmoi 



113 TBRSB8. 

LnctQi el nItricM poraev cabilia C«r« ; 
latiu bmbent dnlces llwai» et Gratw tedMiit 
Kt roseit retnpina torit, tomo ore YolapUt i 
Regibus bac facilet aditvt ;*cominaiiia i . 
Ottia, jamque expert dant cnslodibos tatia 
Panditar acceataa, penetraliaqiie intim* TempU. ' 

Taqae Ob ! Angliacii» Princepa. tpea opcima ttgaih 
Ne tantimiy ne ftnge metvm ; qaid imagiiM caplaa 
Hsrea, et meutem ptctarm paacia inani f 
Umbram^ miraria : nee longaaa tempoa^et ipaa 
Ibit in amplexoa, tbalamMqne oraabit ovantet. 
lUe tamen tabalU inbiana Imngiiin baarit amoraBf 
Affata fniitar tacito, anacultatque taoentena 
Immemor artifieU calami, riaiimqiie, raboremqaa 
Aapicit in facia, pictaqoe in Tirginia ore: 
Tanta Yenua potuit ; tantna tenet error amantea. 

Naacere, magna Diet, qna aese Atignata Britanno 
Committal Pelago, patriamqne relinqnat amcmaai | 
Cajua in adventnm jam nunc tria regna aecniidos 
AtloUi in plauaua, dulcique accenaa furore 
Ineipiont agitare modoa, et cannina dicnnt : 
Ipae animo aedenim javenia eomitatur enntem 
Bvplorat ventoa, atqae auribm aera capcat» 
Atqnt anraa, atqoe aatra vocat cradelia ; poetoi 
Intentum exnllat, surgitque arrecta cnpido \ 
Incnaat apei agra fretam, aolitoqoe Tidetar 
Latior effundi pontoa, fmctnaque morantea. 

Nascere, Lnx major, qua aeae Angnata BritaiUM 
Commiuat jnveni totam, propriamqae dicabit; 
At citiua (precor) Ob ! cedaa melioribna aatria : 
Nox finem pompae, finemqne imponere caria 
Poaait, et in tbalamoa fortim dedocere nnptaa} 
Sofliciat requiernqoe viria, et amantSbna i 



80NO. 



113 



Addt Hymen, et tnbrideDt cam matre Capide 
Aeeedant, tternantqae torot, ignemqae minitCvMit | 
Ilicet hmnd pict« incandetcit imagina foniMi 
Ultoriaf juvenit, venimqae apioscit amorem. 



Scolptile aieut ebar» fademqoe arttMe i 
Pjgmaliona canant ; ante banc tntpiria dncit, 
Alloqnhttrqiie ameni, flammamqae et Tnlnent namt} 
Implorata Venua jossit com vivere tignam. 
FaeroioKam inspirans animam ; qn« gaudia swfint, 
Aadiit at prims nascentia marmara lingns, 
Lactari in vitam, et paolatim volvere oceltoa 
Sedalua, aspexitqne nov& tplendescere flammi; 
Corripit amplexn vivam, jamqne oscnla jangit 
Acria confeatim, redpitqne rapitqae ; prions 

r ardoris, Nympbaqae <Alitat cbanuk 

Tho. Gray, P«l Col). 



SONG.* 

Tbyrsis. wben he left me,twora 
In the Spring he would retani. 

Ah ! what oieani the op'ning flower T 
And the bad that deckt the thomt 

Twaa the nightingale that sung I 

Twaa the larii that upward tpnuf t 

Idle notet ! antimely green ! 

Why taeh anavailing haste t 
Gentle gales and sky serene 

Prove not always Winter past. 
Cease, my doobu, my fears to mof 
Bpsre the honour of my love. 

• At Iks riqMrt ef MlM SpM«. 



114 



IMPROMPTU 



•With Beavtj.wlth Pleamre tnrrwmdeJ, telimnlrti 
To weep without knowing the cftow of my Migwish ; 
To tUTtfroin short •lambert, uul wish for theaawhif 
To ch>fe my doll eyes when I see it rstaming ; 
Sighs sudden and freqaent, looks ever dejected- 
Words that steal from my tongoe, by no meaninf 

connected! 
Ah» say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befsl ■•? 
Tliey smile, but reply not — Sure Mia can tell ■• I 



TOPHET: 

[Mn BKMffli.t af OuBbridM OsHrcnIty, w» ivMrUUe Itit Ml 
•rrautncMcs aad prrttaiA •Mnraocc. A Mr. Tywa of Bcmi^ 
Coll<tr«i OMdras eiclilBgorid«lic«d, and p ww ud k lo Ur,9tmf, 
mho •rote amter It tic foUowlof Uocik] 

Thus Tophet look'd ; so grinn'd th* brawling ftend. 
Whilst frighted prelates bow'd, and call'd him MmL 
Our mother-chnrch, with half-averted sight, 
Blnsh'd as she bless'd her grisly proselyte ; 
Boeannas rung through Hell's tremendous Wrdcn, 
And Satan's self had thoughts of taking orders. 



IMPROMPTU, 

SmgytaUd «y a View, m 1766, of the 8mi i 

of a iee o aMJ Nob Um a n , ai Kinga f mt§ , 

Old, and abandon'd by each ▼enal friand. 

Here H^— ^ form'd the pious rcsolutiatt 

To smuggle a few year*, and striTO to mead 

A broken character and ooastitntioii. 

O TkMC liact «1U ko foend In s aota to tlM mcmI 
ytvum^t t4Ukm of PopA Wofte. 
t OcodcMB** ti>fai*M, Vol. LVL r* ■•• W- 



THB CANDIDATS. 



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Oa this coBfcnial tpot he fii'd hit choice ; 

Earl Goodwin trembled for hb neighb'riag ev 
Here eeft-fslU ecreein» and oormoreou rejoice* 

ere, though ahipwreck'd, dread to laad. 



I| 



Here teiga the blott'ring North and bllghtmg Wmft, 
No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing ; 

Yet Nature could not fambh oat the feast* 
Art be inTokes new honors still to bring. 

Here moald'ring fanes and battlements arise* 
Turrets and arche* nodding to their fall ; 

Unpeopled monast'ries delude our eyes* 
And mimic desolation covers all. 

< Ah !' said the sighing peer, ' had B— te been tnM» 
Nor M — 's, R — 's, B — *s friendship Ysin, 

Far better scenes than these had blest our view> 
And realised the beauties which we feign. 

' Puffed by the sword, and purified bjp fire* 
Then had we seen procd London's hated walls;, 

Owla would have booted in St. Peter's choir* 
And fous stunk and Uiter'd in St. Paulli/ 



THB CANDIDATE; 
Ol* THB CAMBBIDOB COURTf HIP. 

Wrktmatkorttim^prtmomtoikttUeiimtfm 
HighStmemrd. 

Wnm dly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his fset^ 
With a lick of court white-wash, and pious gTimnee^ 
A wooing he went* where three sister* of old 
la hsiwlesi society guttle and scold. 



116 



THE CANDIDATE. 



' Lord! •ister/ tayt Phytic to Law, < I dee1art» 
Such m theep-hiting look, rach a pick-pocket air. 
Not I for the lodiea !— You know I'm no pmdt^— 
Bat his name it a thame* — and bif ayct are w levd I 
Then he thambles and Btraddlet to oddlj— I fear^ 
Ko->at oar time of life 'twoald be silly, my dear/ 

' I don't know,' taya Law, ' hnt methinks for hia look 
'Tit JQst like thaj>ictare in Rochestcr't book; 
Then hit character, Phiny, — hit morale — hit life— 
When the died, I can't tell, bat be onee had a wife. 
They tay he't no Chrittian, loret drinking and w g. 
And all the town rings of hit ewearing and roaHng ! 
His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird trkki ^<— 
Not I— for a coronet* chariot and six.' 

Divinity heard, between waking and dosing. 
Her tistert denying, and Jemmy proposing : 
From table the rote, and with bumper in band. 
She ttroked up her belly, and ttroked down her band— 
' W^at a pother it here about wenching and roariBgl 
Why, David lored catchet, and Solomon w g : 
Did not Israel filch from th' Egyptiant of old 
Their jewclt of silver and jewels of gold f 
The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie : 
He drinks — to did Noah ; — he swear*— eo do I: 
To reject him for such peccadillos, were odd ; 
Besides, he repents — for he talks about G**; — 

[7e Jemmy.] 
Never hang down your bead, you poorpenitaBt alf | 
Coam, b«ss me— 111 be Mn. Twitchcr myttU: 



117 



SKETCH 

OF HIS OWN CHARACTER.* 

Too poor for a bribe, and too pnmd to iapfiitvB*; 

He bad not the method of makiog m fortune : 

Could love and could hate, to was thought lontwhfll 

odd; 
No very great Wit, he believed in a God. 
A poet or a pention be did not desire. 
Bat lefl church and state to Cbarlca Townshaad mA 

Squire.t 



e Wrtttn iB 17SI, Md 9mai to mm of kto pirli1>silub 



118 
POEMS, 

AB»BltflO TO, ANB IV MIlfOftT OF 

MR. GRAY. 



UPON HIS 0DB8. 



Bg DmU Cfmriek, Etf. 
RgPim not, Qnj, that oar weak daidod ojtt 

Thy daring heigbu and brightaoM ahas; • 
How few can trace the eagle to the aUet^ 

Or, like him, psa upon the aon I 
Bach gentle reader lovee the gentle Vnie, 

That little darea and little meana ; 
Who humbly aipa her learning from Beriowi^ 

Or fluttera in the Magaiinea. 
No longer now from Leaming'a aaered atora 

Our minda their health and vigoar draw ; 
Homer and Pindar are reTerad no moN* 

No more the Stagyrite ia law. 
Tlioagh nnraed by theae, in vain thy Moaa appetti 

To breathe her ardonra in oar aoala; 
In rain to aightleaa eyea and deaden'd earn * 

The lightning gleama, the thander roUa : 
Tet droop not. Gray, nor quit thy heaTen4)om ait; 

Again thy wond'roos powers reveal ; 
Wake slamb'riog Virtae in the Briton'a haait. 

And rouse us to reflect and feel! 
Unth ancient ieeds oar long-chill'd boaoBia flft^ 

Thoae deeda that mark Bliaa'a reign t 
Make Britons Graeka again, than atrika tha lyi% 

And Pindar ahall not aing ia Taia. 



119 

m THB BACKWARDNESS OF 8PRIKO. 
BgtkslaU Mr, Riekard Wmi. 

Dear Grey, thmt alwmyt in my hMit 
PoMesset t far the better part, 
Wbmt mean these toddeo blasts that liw 
And drive the Zephyrs from the skieaf 
O join with mine thy tuneful lay. 
And invocate the tardy May. 

Come, fairest Nymph, resume thy rajgat 
Bring all the Graeee in thy treial 
With balmy breath and flowery trtad^ 
Rise from thy soft ambrosial bad ; 
Where, in Elysian slumber bovad, 
Bmbow'ring myrtles veil thee roand. 

Awake, in all thy glories drest. 
Recall the Zephyrs from the wast ; 
Restore the sun, revive the skies* 
At mine, and Nature's call, ariia I 
Great Nature's self upbraids thy flif ^ 
And misses her accustom'd May. 

See ! all her works demand thy aid; 
The labours of Pomona fade : 
' A plaint is heard from ev'ry tree ; 
Bach budding flow'ret calls for thaa; 
The birds forget to love and sing ; 
With storms alone the forests ring. 

Ooose, then, with Pleasure at thy iMt» 
Diffuse thy vernal spirit wide ; 
Create* where'er thon tnm'st thiaa ay^ 
Peace, Plenty, Love, and Haraony i 
Till ev'iy being share iu part. 
And Heaven and Earth be glad al baart. 



ON THE DEATH OP MB. QRAY. 

Mc ^aoqM MMtnia fCiidlaa Mb mcM MnM 



Enough of fabling, and th' onhallow'd 1 

Of Dian' and of Delia, aamei profaiMf 

Since not Diana nor all Delia't train 

Ave •ubjectt that befit a ■erioot toaf ; 

For who the barda among 

May but compare with thee, lamented Oraj I 

Whoee pensive, lolemn lay. 

Drew all the litt'ning thcpherda in a ring. 

Well pleated to hear thee ting 

Thy moving notea, on tunny hill or p1ain« 

And catch new grace from thy immortal atrala. 

O wnod-hnng Menai, and ye tacred grovet 

Of Delphi, we ttill venerate your namet, 

Whote awful thadet intpired the Dnitdt' dreamt. 

Your recett, though imagined. Fancy lovef» 

And through these long-Iott teeuM delighted row t 

So future bards perhaps thall ting of Thamet^ 

And at they ting thall tay» 

Twat there of old where muted illuttriona Gray I 

By Itis' banks hit tuneful laya would suit. 

To Pindar't lofty lyre, or Sappho't Letbian lata. 

Oft would he ting, when the tiill Eve cama ob» 

Till table Night returned her ebon throne. 

And taught us, in hb melancholic mood. 

To scorn the great, and love the wise and good ; 

Told ua, 'twas virtue never diet. 

And to what ills frail mankind open Uea ; 

How tafe through life's tempaetuoat aea to ttacr, 

Whara dang'roat vodw, and •]M)vaa and wkiflpaalib^lk 



ON THE DEATH OF MR. GRAY. HI 

Aad wben fair Mom arotc again to view, 

A fairer 1aD4dftcp« atill h<! drvw. 

That bLckomi Ukik Edco in his charming 1a^ 

The liillt and d&1c«f and ffvav'nV cc mleaa bfai% 

Brightea'd oVr all by S«IV ntplcadeiSit nij«» 

The masky gale, it) itity vik. 

And ];l1ded cloQi^ft an azure hitip. 

The frairram b(i»*ti» and painted floVit, 

And tmklia^ o( ihe fiiver rilU; 

The Tpry iniects^ that in tiijibeami play^ 

Turn mefultntitiiiari in bii gravo iDQf*! lay. 

But ah ! sad Melancholy iQltf«De«, 

And draws a eldiid oVr all tl^ese shining letatt 

Tis her» alai we oftea find 

The t rouble r »f *ath pr»i unboaoded mind^ 

Aadf leagutd wiih her auoci&te Fsar 

Will iremtile lt*t the ttirainss sphere. 

And liolii Tig earth* and reeling ptaBeU roB 

In dire disor'Ier with the failiiig lan, 

Bnt now. gfeat Bard thy life df pain it o'tr; 

Tis itft mmt w&tp thoQ^h thou shaft gri«T« ■« mm^ 

Throuf b other wenrt ihon now dost mvo. 

And cloihf d with ^Ladaeai wallt'tt the eonrti whtm 

And li!itcn'^Al to ihv b^avenly choir. 

Hymning tUeir Gih!^ while seraphs strika the Ijn. 

Safe with iham m those radiaoL climes of bUi^ 

Thou nov enjoj'st etcm«l happintti. 



m 

ON THE DVJLTH OP MR. GRAY. 

What if rrit't thit which rooants on high. 
Bone on the mrmt of every tuneful Muse T 
Hit white robes duUer to the gale: 
They wing thei? wmy to yonder opening rty. 
In glorious ttmte through yielding clouds th«y nl|» 
And scents of bcMrwdy flowers on earth diffiita* 

What avaiU the poet'k artf 

What avails his magic hand T 
Can he anest Death's pointed dart. 

Or charm to sleep his morderona band t 
WoU I know ihse. geatU shade ! 

That tuneful voi«e» thu eagle eye- 
Quick bring me floweia that ne'er shall fado» 

The lausel wre*th that ne'er shall die ; 
With every honour deck hia funeral bier. 
For he to every Grace and every Muse was dew^ 

Tkm l«4eiiiag ]>ryad, with atteatiea still. 
On tiptoe oft would n«at the poet steals 

To hea* him sing upea the lonely bill 
Of all the wonders ef th' eiyandidi vale. 

The dUiant hamlet, and the winding stream^ 
The steeple shaded by the AriendTy yew, 

Sank in the wood tho sun'k departing gleam. 
The grey-robed landscape stealing from the view. 

•Or wrapt in solemn thought, and pleasing woe. 

O'er each low tomb he breathed his pious atraia^ 
* A lesson to the village swain, 
AAd Uught the tear of nutic grief to flow ! — 

OAliaitogtoMf.OtafHlliyywritleslasOoMtryOfelifBKi 



IN MEMORY OP MR. ORAT. 191 

•Bot toon with bolder note, mnd wilder flight. 
O'er the loud strings hii rapid hand would tcb : 
Mars hath lit his torch of war» 

Ranks of heroes fill the sight I 
Hark \ the carnage is begun I 

And see the furies through the iierj air [bear* 

O'er Cambria's frightcn'd land the ■creamt «f hotfor 

tNow, led by playful Fancy's hand. 
O'er the white surge he treads with printleta Ui&t, 

To magic shores he flies, and fairy land. 
Imagination's blest retreat. 

Here roses paint the crimson way. 
No setting »un, eternal May. 

Wild as the priestess of the Thracian fane. 

When Bacchus leads the madd'ning train. 

His bosom glowing with celestial &re. 

To harmony he struck the golden lyre ; 
To harmony each bill and valley rung ! 
The bird of Jove, as when Apollo««ung, 
To melting bliss resign'd his furious soul. 
With milder rage his eyes began to roll. 
The heaving down his thrilling joys eonfett. 

Till by a mortal's hand sobdnrd he tank to mt» 

^O, guardian angel of our early day, 

Henry, thy darling plant must bloom no more ! 
By thee attended, pensive would he stray, [shora. 

Where Thames, soft-murmuring, laves hit winding 
Tliott bad'st him raise the moralising song. 

Through life's new seas the little bark to steer; 
The winds are rude and high, the tailor young; 

Thoughtlets, he spies no furious tempett nmr. 
Till to the poet't hand the helm you gave. 
From kifdden rocks an infant crew to save t 

• The Bard. • Pindaric 0«1«. 
t Tks PnigreM oT Po«crj, s PiadMte (Me. 
I Ois en a dMaat ProepMl of Bfeoa rnllsfs. 



124 



IN MEMORY OP MR. GRAY. 



*Y« fiends who rankle in the homan heart. 
Delight in woe» end triumph in our teerf , 
Retume again 
Your dreadful reign : 
Prepare the iron icourge, prepare the venomM dait^ 
Adversity no more with lenient air appears ; 
The snakes that twine ahoat her head 
Again their frothy poison shed ; 
For who can now her whiriwind flight eontiol. 

Her threatening rage beguile t 
He who could still the tempest of her soolf 
And force her livid lips to smile. 

To happier seats is fled ! 
Now seated by his Thracian sire» 
At the full feast of might|r Jore 
To heavenly themes attunes his lyre. 
And lills with harmony the realmi aboivtt 



LINES 

TO THB MBMORY OP MR. GRAY. 

Extrscted frov the tWrd beok of 

MASON'B ' KNOLISH OARDBIf/ 

Cloibd is that curiiius ear by death's cold haad. 
That mark'd each error of my careless strain 
With kind severity ; to whom my muse 
Still loved to whisper, what she meant to iinf 
In louder accent ; to whose taate supreoM 
She first and last appeal'd, nor wish'd for | 
Save when his smile was herald to her fame. 

• Hyaui to Advenlir. 



IN MKMUKY O? MR. GRAY. 116 

Tm» thon art gone ; yet friendship's falt'i 
Invoke! thee ttill; and •till, by fancy aooihed* 
Fain would the hope her Gray attendt the calL 
Why then, alas I in this my fav'rite hannt^ 
Place I the arn, the bast» the sculptured lyr*^ 
Or Gs this votive tablet, fair inscribed 
With numbers worthy thee, for they are thine t 
Why, if thou hear'st roe still, these symbob nd 
Of fond memorial ? Ah ! my pensive soul ! 
He hears me not, nor ever more shall hear 
The theme his candour, not his tasu, apprmrtd* 

Oft, ' smiling as in scorn,' oft would he cry, 
' Why waste thy numbers on a trivial art. 
That ill can minaic ev'n the hnmblett chamw 
Of all-majestic Nature V At the word 
His eye would glisten, and his accents glow 
With all the Poet's frensy, « Sov'reign queen! 
Behold, and tremble, while thou view'st her ttato 
Throned on the heights of Skiddaw : call thy art 
To build her such a throne ; that art will feal 
IJojv vain her best pretensions. Trace her maidi 
Amid the purple crags of Borrowdale; 
And try like those to pile thy range of rock 
In rude tumultuous chaos. See ! she mounts 
Her Naiad car, and, down Lodore's dread cliff 
Falls many a fathom, like the headlong band 
My fabling fancy plunged in Conway's flood ; 
Yet not like him to sink in endless night: 
For, on its boiling bosom, still she guides 
Her buoyant shell, and leads the wave aleag ; 
Or spreads it broad, a river, or a lake. 
As suirs her pleasure ; will thy boldest soBf 
E'er brace the sinews of enervate art 
To such dread daring T will it ev'n direct 
Her hand to emnlate thoee softer c 



IW IK MEMORY OF MR. GRAY. 

Thai deck tb« banki of Dove, or call to birth 
The bare romantic crage* and copeet sraea. 
That siddoag grace her drealt, whence the liUny 
Bright in their crystal parity, deecend 
To meet their tparkling qoeen T anmnd endi fovat 
Ihe hawthorns crowd, and knit their bloseoniM 
To keep their soorce^ sacred. Here, eren hum. 
Thy art, each active sinew stretchM in Tain, 
Would perish in its pride. Far rather thon 
Confess her ecanty power, correct, control. 
Tell her how far, uor farther, she may go 1 
And rein with reason's curb fantastic taste.' 

Yes, I will hear thee, dear lamented shade. 
And hold each dictate sacred. What remaiaf 
Unsnng shall so each leading mle select 
As if still guided by thy judgment sage ; 
While, as still modell'd to thy curious ear. 
Flow my melodious numbers \ so shall praise. 
If aught of praise the verse I weave may clain. 
From just posterity reward my song. 



FRAGMENT 
ON THE DEATH OF MR. GRAY. 



Fair are the gardens of the Aonian 
And sweet those blooming flow'rs 
Which paint the Maiden's bow'rs ; 
And clear the waters of the gurgling fount I 
Swift they wind through chcquer'd alliet; 
Huddling down to th' open valleys ; 
Where the quick ripple in the sunbeams phiji» 
Toniing to endless forms ssch glaaee of t^ 



IV MEMORY OF MR. GRAY. W 

OHar tlie gmy •eene th' enamour'd inmfttM iwiAt 

And father fresh ideas as they rite 

Viom Natore*s manifold snppUea. 
Alas : for whom ! 
Many a gleam of sprightly thought* ^ 

Many a tad and table mood. 
Whether from dsnlmg lustre broaght. 

Or nursed by shades of darksome wood* 
Keep death-like silence on their native s1mm% 
Since he that gave them. speech, it heard m& SMMb 

Flown is the spirit of Gray, 
Like common breath to mingle with the air t 
Yet still thoM Goddesses' peculiar care* 

That breathe harmonious lay. 
Retired to yonder grassy mound 
In leaves of dusky hue encompass'd roondt 

They bid their plaintive accenu fill 

The covert hollows of the bosom 'd hiU : 

With liquid voice and magic hand 

Calliope informs the band : 
Hush'd are the warblers of the grove» attntivt I»t]i8 
sound. 

' Soft and slow 
Let the melting measures flow. 
Nor lighter air disturb majestic wtM. 
And thou, sage Priestess* of our holy to^ 
Who saw'st the Poet's flame expire. 
Thy precious drops profusely shed 
O'er his well -deserving head. 
Thou nartar'dst ouce a grateful thmigf 
When Milton pour'd the sweeu of t 

OaXfOHlM iunk Um, 



188 IN MEMORY OF MR. GRAY. 

'Now wmke the faithful lyre mate DnlneMfcigntt 

Yoor echoes wafi no more the friendly theme : 

Clogg'd with thick vapours from the neighboring plains* 
Where old Cam hardly moves his sluggard sttvaou 
Bat when some public cause 

Claims festive song or n^ore melodious tear. 

Discordant murmurs grate mine ear. 
Ne'er modeird by Pierian laws. 

Then idly glares full many a motley toy. 

Anacreontic grief, and creeping strains of joy. 

' Far other modei were thine. 
Victim of hasty fate, 
miiom now the powers of melody doploie} 
Whether in lofty state* 
Thou bad'st thy train divine 
Of raptures on Pindaric pinions soar : 
Or hoping from thyself to fly 

To chUdhood't oareieu scenes,t 
Thou sent'st a warm refreshing aya 
On Nature's faded greens: 

' Or when thy calm and steadfast mind 

With philosophic reach profound 
Belf-pUanng vanities resign 'd. 

Fond of the look, that loof Uis grmmd ; % 
Disccm'd by Reason's equal light. 
How gaudy Fortune cheau the sight ; 
While the coarse maid, innured to pain, 
SupporU the lab*ring heart, and Virtue's happiest ft%|k 

' But most the music of thy plantive moanf 
With lengthen'd note detains the list'niag aar. 

As lost in thought thou wander'st all alona 
Where spiriu hover round their mansiona drtav* 



• Sre Oray't Pliidartc Odn. 
t Ode OD m ditiaol proMwct of Kiaa Osllci 
t HjMi to Aaveaili. ft Ckareh-fanS 



IM MEMORY OF MR GRAT. ] 

* Bj C<mtempUtion*t eye serenely view'd, 

Becb lowly object wears an awfal mien : 

Ti» our own blindness ▼eils tbe latent good: 

The works of Nature need bat to be seen. 

* Thou saw's t her beaming from the hamlet-tfaw 

Bemeath thou ntgged eUnt, that jf€wtrm'»tlmi§i 
Where now, still faithful to their wmUiJkwt,^ 
Thy own dear ashea utfor ever laid,' 



STANZAS 
ON THE DEATH OF MR. GRAY. 
B^ aLa4lf' 
Wheee sleeps the Bard who graced Moievs' 1 

With fragrant trophies by the Muses wore ! 
Shall Gray's cold urn in vain demand the rerM^ 

Oh ! can his Mason fail in plaintive love f 
No ; with the Nine inwrap^'d in social woe. 

His lyre unstrung, sad vigil he must keep ; 
With them he mourns, with them his eyes o*ci 

For such a Bard immortal Maids can weep. 
Their early pupil in the heav'nly lore 

Of sacred poesy and moral song* 
They Uught the youth on eagle wing to Mwr, 

And bore him through aerial heights aloog. 
Fancy, obedient to the dread command. 

With brilliant Genius, marshall'd forth hit way t 
They lured his steps to Camhria'a once^aiBMl had^ 

And sleeping Druids felt hit magic lay. 
But vain the magic lay, the warbling lyre. 

Imperious Death! from thy fell grasp to mtoj 
He knew, and told it with a Poet's iire, 

' The paths of glory lead bat to tho gmvo.* 
e OfSf ««• k«is4 si Hike, UN sesiW ef UN Hen- 

G a 



ttO IN MEMORY OF MR. GRAY. 

And thAll the Bard, wboM •ympathiwng wSad 
Moora'd o'er the tiaple nuttc'e torfy eeU^ 

To strew hie tomh bo grateful nuMurner imd. 
No Tillage swain to ring one parting knell I 

Yes, heneer'd shade ! the fringed brook m tnet» 
Gfeen rssbes cnlliDg thy dank grave to strew ; 

With monntain flower* Fll deck the hallow'd plM^ 
And fence it roond with osiers mix*d with yew. 



THE TEARS OP GENIUSt 

AN ODL 
Bg Mr. Taiit. , 

Off Cain's fair banks, where Learning's hallov'd ttam 

Majestic rises on the astonish'd sight* 
Where oft the Muse has led the favourite swain. 

And warm'd his tool with Heaven's inspiring U^t 

Beneath the covert of the sylvan shade. 
Where deadly cypress, mtx'd with monmlnl yew. 

Far o'er the vale a gloomy stillness spread* 
Celestial Genius burst upon the view. 

The bloom of jfonth, the ni^)eety of yeare. 
The soften'd aspeet, innocent and kind. 

The sigh of sorrow, and the skrsaming lenri» 
ReaisUess all. their various pow'r coabined. 

In her fair hand a silver harp she bore. 
Whose magic notes, soft-warbling from the UriBg* 

Give tranquil joy the breast ne'er knew beliMBS^ 
Or raise the sonl en rapture's airy wing. 

By grief impell'd, I heard her heave a sigb^ 

While that the sspidBtnlanaowided thiongh Um Ay i 



m MEMORY OF MR. GRAY. ttl 

HMtoy je titter powera of iQag» 

Hatten from the thtdy gvove. 
Where the river rollt along^ 

Sweetly to the voice of low. 

Where, indulging mirtkfal pteaiuin^ 
Light you prttt the flow'iy gnuaj 

And from Fiora't bloooiing tMMOtei 
Cull the wreatht for Fmncy't fM«» 

Where your gently-flowing numben* 

Floating on the fragrant breea«« 
Sink the toul in pleating tlnmboit 

On the downy bed of eata. 

For graver ttraint prepare the plantlTS Ipn, 
That waket the toftett feelingt of the tovl; 

Lat lonely Grief the melting verae fnapii^ 
Let deep'ning Sorrow't tolcmn tiriaWi lolL 

Rack'd by the hand of rude DiacM* 

Behold our fav'rite Poet lies I 
While every object form'd to plaaia 

Far from hit couch ungrateful fliaa. 

The bliatful Mate, whose faronfag tadk 

So lately warm'd his peacefnl 1iN«at» 
Diffuting heavenly joyt the while* 
In Trantport't radiant garments di 8g| » 
With darktome grandeur and enfaeMei Maaa, 
Sinks in the thadet of night, and thnnihii Mftr gaaa. 

The gnndy train, who wait on Sfffteg»* 

Tinged with the pomp of vmal fAi; 
The youths who mount on Plansm^ wia^ 
And idly tport on Thamet's sida» 
With oool regard their various arts employ* 
Mor rouse the drooping mind, nor give the pnnsO'Of Jqj. 

• Od«o«Spriat* 
4 (M« oaiht Proiiwa tf tim Oilltit 



la IN MEMORY OP MR. GRAY. 

Hft I whftt foriiw, with port Mblime,* 

Glid« along in sullen mood* 
Seorning all the threaU of time. 

High above Mkfurtune'a flood. 

They aeise their ha'rpe, they strike the lyre 

With rapid hand, with freedom's fire. 

Obedient Nature hears the lofty sound. 

And 8nowdon*s airy cliffs the heavenly strains resooad* 

In pomp of state, behold they wait. 
With arms ontstretch'd, and aspects kind, - 

To snatch on high to yonder sky. 
The child of Fancy left behind : 
Forgot the woes of Cambria's fatal day. 
By rapture's blaze impeli'd, they swell the artiest Ut. 

But ah ' in vain they strive to soothe. 
With gentle aru, the tort'ring hours ; 

Adversity,! with rankling tooth. 
Her baleful giftii profusely pours. 

Behold she comes, the fiend forlorn, 
Array'd in Horror's settled gloom ; 
She strews the briar and prickly thorn. 
And triumphs in th' infernal doom. 
With frantic fury and insatiate rage 
She gnaws the throbbing breast and blasts the glow 
ing page. 

No more the soft .^Bolian flute f 

Breathes through the heart the aeltiBf etnia; 
The powers of Harmony are rontu 
And leave the once-delightful plain ; 
With heavy wing, I see them beat the air, 
p'd by the leaden hand of comfortless ] 

• The Bard, sa Od«. 
t Hyms to AdvcffiiMf. 
iTIwProfnworFbsqr. 



IN MEMORY OP MR. GRAY. 



Its 



Yet stay, O ! sUy, celettial pow'n. 

And with a hand of kind regard 
Dif pel the boitt'rous storm that loan 
Dettroctive on the fav'rite bard i 
O watch with me his last expiring breath* 
And snatch him from the arms of dark, oblivumi dettlL 

Hark ! the Fatal Sisters* join. 
And with Horror's mutt'ring aounds. 

Weave the tissue of his line. 
While the dreadf al spell retoandt. 

' Hail, je midnight sisters, hail ! 

Drive the shuttle swift along ; 
Let your secret charms prevail 

O'er the valiant and the strong. 

<0'er the glory of the land. 

O'er the innocent and gay. 
O'er the Muse's tuneful band— 

Weave the fun'ral web of Gray.' 

Tis done, 'tis done— the iron hand of pain* 
Wiih^mthleu fury and corrosive force. 

Racks every joint, and teiMt every vein : 
He sinks, he groans, he falU a liieleat 



Thus fades the flow'r nipp'd by the frosen gale* 
Though once so sweet, so lovely to the eye t 

Thus the tall oaks, when boist'rous storms niMily 
Tom from the earth, a mighty ruin lie. 

Ye sacred sisters of the plaintive verae. 
Now let the stream of fond affection flow ; 

O pay your tribute o'er the slow-drawn 
With all the manly dignity of woe. 



• The Falsi fMsMf aa Ois. 



194 



IN MEMORY OP MR. ORAT. 



Oft when the curfew tolls its parting luwll 
Wit^i solemn pause yon Chareh-yard's gloom 

While Sorrow's sighs and tears of Pity tell 
How just the motal of the Poet's lay.* 

O'er bfa green grave, in ConteinpIatlQtt's gika» 
Oft let the pilgrim drop a silent tear: 

Oft let the shepherd's tender accents rise. 
Big with the sweeu of each revolving year; 

Till prostrate Time adore his deathless aama, 

Fiz'd on the solid base of i 



EPITAPH 

on 

MB. 0RAY*8 MONUMBWT, 

IN WBSTHIIISTER ABBKT. 

Bg Mr, JVomh. 

No more the Grecian Muse nnrivaU'd ieigiM| 
To Britain let the nations homage pay ! 

8ha boasu a Homer's Are in Milton's straiaiy 
▲ Pindar's raptore in the lyre of Oray. 

• Ikolsa 



POETICAL WORKS 
or 



LIFE OF BEATTIE. 

The subject of the prescDt memoir wm born in 1735, 
at Lawrence Kirk in the county of Kincardine. Bit 
father seems to have been a person in many respecu 
•nperior to his rank in life. Though only the tenant of 
an inconsiderable farm, and consequent! v filling a sta- 
tion in society very Utile lavourable to the cultivation 
of a taste for literature, he is said to have possetsed a 
fondness for books, and to have exhibitea a decided 
talent for poetical composition. Young Beattie was not 
yet ten years old when his father died : but they who 
know how soon the tirst impulse is given to the mind ; 
how deeply every early impression is stamped upon the 
character; and how tenaciously the good and evilof th« 
parent cling about the child, may, perhaps, bo inclined 
to attribute somewhat of the cciebrity of the man to the 
example and the instructions which wero presented to 
the opening ft«r4«%s A* A^.ri 

After the loss of this invaluable patent, our poet 
found a kind and fatherly pr-'tector in his elder brother ; 
who placed him at a school in his native place, and 
continued him there, under a tutor of the name of Milne, 
till, in 1749, he obuinrd a bu.«aiy a tlvi S»(aritchal 
College, Aberdeen. This exhibition, which it said to 
have been the best in the university, did not produeo 
him more than five pounds a-year. Beattie was not 
more distinguished for his diligent attention to the ste- 
dies of the place, than for the moral propriety of his 
conduct. In this period of his life he laid tKe found** 
tion of that various and useful learning which he after- 
ward brought forward so effectively iu the course of hit 
literary life. The only science from which he was 
averse was the mathematics. In this he attained no 
extraordinary proficiency. He scrupulously performed 
all that was required ot him by the regulations of the 
college ; but it was by an effort of duty, not an impulse 
of inclination. It presented him with all the labour and 
none of the sweeu of study ; and after the appointed 
task wms coBpleted^ he returned with redoubled eefsr 



^^n 



188 LIFE OFiSEATTIE 

neis to subjects which were more ia aniwm with ibm 
ardour of his affections and the liveliness of hit imagi- 
nation. His oxemplarv conduct, and the decided manw 
of ability that he displayed in the course of his collets 
life, secured to him the favour of the Professort 
Black well and Qerard, under whose instmction hcBOtv 
immrdiauly fell from his situation in the univevtity. 
In 17dO he obtained the premium for the be«t OiWk 
analysis of the fourth book of the Odyssey, and, al^ 
completing the appointed course of study, he wm» ia 
1753. f^aduated as Master of Arts, which in the f 
universities is the first degree conferred. 

Immediately on his leaving coUeee he w 
master of the school of Ferdoun, the parish adjoining 
Lawrence-Kirk. While in this obscure and hiunbki 
situation, he published in the Scottish Magaziaey a few 
pieces of poetry. 

These productions, though marked by verr slight ia- 
dications of the talent which their author fUMeqcently 
displayed, obtained him some local fame, and wen lb* 
means of inakin<^ him known as a meritonoos and Ibp 

f:enious young man to Mr. Garden, an eminent Scottiah 
awyer, and to the o;lebrated Lord Monboddo. By 
these his drst patrons Beattie was introduced to Um 
tables of the gentry of his immediate neighbourhood* 
and was received with kindness and consideration ia 
those higher classes of society, to which it is very aa- 
asual for the parochial schoolmaster to obtaia thi 
honour of admittance. 

Beattie had not been master of the school of Fordom 
above four years, when he became candidate for tbo 
mastership of the hish school of Aberdeen; but failod 
in his application. It is said that his snccessfal coiopo- 
titor WHS his superior in the mintftiss of the Litia 
grammar. His reputation for scholarship did aot, kow> 
ever, appear to have been in any degree compromised 
by his defeat ; and in the next vacancy he was sJselsd 
by the magistrates without any second exaaiiaatasae 
having been required. 

This appointment iRas rather desirable to Bealkie»ea 
account of its placins liim in tiie midst of a Uterafy so- 
ciety, tad affording him an easy access to books, tkaa 
from the prospect ol its pecaaiaryeaMlaBBaBits. HelMi 



LIFB OP BKATTIE. ^» 

Mt be«k 1on|; ia poMeitlon of this titaatioB wh&A 1m 
committed bis fint volame of poems to the preaa. 
Tbej were edmireil by his friends and macti V^M^d bj 
the Euf lisb Reviews ; but thej did not aatisty tlie m*. 
tvred taste and judgment of their anther. He» indcad^ 
formed a correct estimation of its merits. It wma d^ 
cidedly unworthy his abilities; and was not caknlatni 
to increase the repaUiion, which he had, even in that 
earl V period of his life, acquired for talent and aeeom- 
plisbment. With the eaoeption of four short poema^ 
which, after considerable correction, he was iadae^to 
admit among the number of his poetical works, he was 
solicitous to erase every trace of these early etfaaioBt 
from the public mind. He bought up CTeiir copy of the 
▼olume which he had an opportunity of procuiag; 
and seemed to consider the puDli<;ation of it as ao d»- 
creditable a stain on the fair and brilliant page of his 
literary life, that he is reported never to have udo it mo d 
his children of the existence of this his first, javenilo, 
and renounced production. 

In the same year with the appearance of the ab<nre 
mentioned wock, 1761, he was appointed, by the Uac'* 
patent, professor of philosophy to the univeraity. Hia 
department embraced both moral philosophy and logic, 
and it acquired a peculiar intereat In the mind of 
Beattic, from its conferring on him the task of deliver- 
ing the last course of instruction which the papila re- 
ceived in the university, previous to their exchanging 
the tranquil studies of their college for the active coos- 
petitions of the world. This preferment was aoddea 
and onexpected ; and, at the age of twenty*ftve» he 
began to deliver to his pupils a course of lectrntee on 
those vast, important, and comprehensive subiectay 
which only the greateat minds are capable of entertain- 
ing in all their Iwaringa and relations, and which, ef all 
others, require the greatest vigour, and animati«m, and 
liveliness of style to render them striking and attrae* 
tive. ' It is evident, however, that these topics had long 
been familiar with his thoughts, that he brooght to the 
professor's chair a rich store of infonnatioii, wkieh 
might readily be wrought and moulded to tbe veqehrad 
purpose: and anch waa the diligence ef hia appUeraaa^ 
that, la the period ef a very few yean, ke Mt eal j 
•I. 



140 LIFE OF BBATTIB. 

completed tnch a couree of lecturea on moral philoao* 
phy and logic, as mott richly aoBwered the apleodid 
expectations which his friends and patrons had formed 
of his abilities ; but prepared those invaluable works 
by which the name of Beattie would rank amonc the " 
highest class of prose writers, though it had never beea 
distinguished on the litt of poets. 

I n 1765 he produced a poem entitled ' The Jodgment 
of Paris.' It is found in the ' Scottish Magaxine;' and 
Is, perhaps, as well worthy of revival as some of his 
minor pieces. His friend and biographer. Sir William 
Forbes, has thought fit not to include this effort of his 
muse in the collection of his works. The subsequent 
year was marked by the publication of some lines * Oa 
the Proposal for erecting a Monument to Churchill, in 
Westminster Abbey.' They have neither beantv nor 
dignity to recommend them ; and are disgraced bv an 
unredeemed bitterness of feeling and expression, which 
it was not generous to exercise against the dead. 
Churchill was a bad man, and a oishononr to the 
church of which he was a minister. If virtue had been 
es«ential to securing him a memorial among the distia- 
gnished characters whose names live on the venerable 
walls of Westminster, his advocates would have found 
themselves destitute of any just pretence for his admis* 
sion ; but that distinaion has been conferred on talent* 
without any reference to morals ; to the celebrity of 
genius, and not to purity of life ; and the friends of 
Churchill might without presumption have conceived 
that he merited by the force and energy of his vsiacSy 
an honour merely literary, which had been conferred 
on many who were as much his inferiors in intellectual 
power as thcv surpassed him in profaneness and de* 
oauchery. That Beattie should have thought it right 
to resist the proposition, cannot be consider^ a matter 
of surprise. It is well to render the highest honours 
that the living can bestow upon the dead, as pure in 
their distribution as they are likely to be eagerly desired, 
to circumscribe their application, to confer them only 
upon those who have exhibited the union of talent and 
virtue ; and thus, as it were, by sanctifyfng the recom- 
penses of ambition, to ensure the wise and salutary 
direction of those endowmenu of which the ctadidMM 



LIFE OF BEATTIS. 141 

for sach dittinetioDi mmy be pouetsed. Bat then were 
other ways of ouering his remonstrancee, betidee thm 
tacirising the measory of one who had beeu sciBcieiitly 
poiiithed for the imemperance of hia life, and the winf 
lence of his writings, in the poverty, the disease, the 
failure of ability, and the ignominy that awaited hit 
decline of day$ ; and Beattie should not have ootraged 
the gentleness of his own character to libel the libeller; 
and to imitate one of the weightiest crimes of Charehill* 
tinder the pretence of visiting it with chastisement 
which was its due. These lines were also very wisely 
reiected by Sir William Forben ; for why retain that 
which it is not creditable to have written, and not ia- 
terestii)!; to read f 

In 1770, the celebrated < Essay on Tmth,' was first 
prssented to the public. It was written with a view to 
ascertain the ttandani oftrmth, and explain iu immo* 
tability. It was his object to shew that his opinions* 
however contrary to the geniiu of scepticism, and ii^ 
consistent with the principles and the practice of infidel 
writers, were agreeable with the genius of true phUoeo> 
phy, and the principles and practice of those who art 
on all hands acknowledged to have been most saecesa* 
ful in the pursuit of tmth. He concludes b? Itylnc 
down the rules by which the fallacies of th^ infidel 
philosophy may be detected by every person of esiwssaii 
amm, though he may not possess that acuttnesa of me- 
taphysical knowledge, which might fit him for the re- 
futation of such errors. This essay met with the highest 



possible success; it was translated into several foreigii 
lauguages : its author was presented with an honorarv 
degree of Doctor of Laws from the university of Oaforo. 



He was, on his arrival in England, introduced to th« 
first literary society of the metropolis, and receivad 
as the friend of Burke, of Porteus, of Johnson, and of 
all that renowned fraternity of genius, by which th« 
time was so pre-eminently distinguished. He was ho* 
noured by an interview with his sovereign, from whom 
he received the warmest tribute of admiration, and n 

Knsion of two hundred a year; and he was requested 
Sir Joshua Reynolds to sit for his portrait, in which 
t£at eelebrated painter has mingled the hishast enlogy 
of his iii^loet with tha moM spltndid eahihitioft of hw 



1« LIPiS OP BBATTIB. 

■kill at am ardtt, and repraaented BcattM i 
by a group of allegorical figures, among when %hm 
domoo of falsehood is discovered as flyiag boforo th* 
genitis of tiuih. Perhapa the atroageat argiuaaMl 
that can be adduced for allowing the nnretcrainod 
publication of infidel worka, may bo darived Iroa 
effects produced by the puWication of HwBe'k Bsaam. 
How few have been really aedac«d from their m« 
pendance on the goepel by those eold and aUbMnM 
disquisitions! how many thousands have been con- 
firmed in faith by the ' Bvidcaces' of Paley, and thm 
* Essay on Troth' of Beattie, which would moat pro- 



bably never have been undertaken but for the publia^ 
tion of thera ! Beattie has been accused of treadng 
Hume with too much aaperity in his writings, and oi 
speaking of the propriety of excluding him oom didl 
society. How far such an expulsioB might have be«a 
deserved as an act of justioe to a man, who, after de- 
claring in one of his Bssays that the writer who ' daa> 
%bused mankind of their reliance <m a future state 
would deserve ill of his country/ cctopoaed an elaborat* 
essay against the immortality of the soul, and incnrrtd 
the reproach which he had himself deaoonead. I will 
not uke upon myself to decide ; but to speak of a maa 
thus acting against his |.rinci|:^es, and condemned by 
his own sentence, without expressins the do e pea t ia* 
dignation, argues an excess of oompTacency that maat 
astonish the characteristic stoicism of philosophy h«s 
■elf. If Beattie has not spoken of the blasphemies of 
Hume with the sentleness that is thought decorow, it 
is to be regretted. It i^ desirable to gain to complelt 
a mastery over every natural affection, as to be eroa 
able to discuss the calumnies that falsehood and male* 
volence may raise against one's parent or one's God* 
without being conscious of any warmer feeling then e 
desire of vindicatinK and asserting the truth ; bot at 
long as the human heart is actuated by the worm ohn 
rent of the blood, it will be imposaible for any one of 
an ordinary temperament to observe se frigid aad v^ 
amiable a composure. 

The ' Essay oa Truth' was in the same year followed 
by the first book of the < Miastrel/ This ^oem first ap- 
peared without the naaso ol iii muhfoti balthe bea». 



LIFB OF BBATTfB. 143 

tie* wert immediately and jattly appreciated. The 
■eeoBd part was not pablished UU 1774. When Gtaj 
eriticiMd tlie MiastreU he objected to iu aathor, that, 
after maaj etanias, the deecription went on. a^d th« 
narrative stopped. Beattie very jnstly answered to thia 
remark, that he meant the poem for deecripci«n« not 
for incident. Bnt he seems to have forgotten thia 
proper apology, when he meati<ins, in one of his le^ 
ters, his intention of producing Edwin in some snbsn- 
quent books, in the character of a warlike hard, inspiiw 
tng his countrymen to battle, and contribntiog to repd 
the invaders. This intention, if he ever seriously en> 
tertained it, might have produced some new kind of 
poem, but would have formed an incoDKruons counter* 
part to the piece as it now stands, which, as a pictora 
of tranquil life, and a vehicle of contemplative moralitv» 
poesesses a charm that is inconsistent with the boM 
eroltttions of heroic narrative. After having p<miw 
trsyed his young enthusiast with such advantage in a 
ttate of visionary quiet, it would have been too violent 
a transition to have begun a new book,tosurroaad him 
with dates of time, and names of places. The ta- 
tereel which we attach to Edwin's character woold 
have been lost in a more ambitious effort to malia 
him a peater, a more important, or a mora locally 
defined being. It is the solitary growth of hia genius* 
and his isolated and mystic abstraction from mankind* 
that 5a our attention on the romantic features of that 
senius. The simplicity of his fate does not divert us 
from his mind to his circumstances. A more un. 
worldly air is given to his character, that, instead of 
being tacked to the fate^yf kings, he was one " whe en* 
vied ^t, who never thought of kings;'' and that* ia» 
■tead of mingling with the troubles which deface the 
creation, he only existed to make his thoughts the mir* 
Mr of its beauty and asacniScence. Another Ei^lish 
critic. Dr. Aikin, has blamed Edwin's vision of the 
fairies as too splendid and artificial for a simple youth ^ 
but there is nothing in the situation escribed to Edwin* 
as he lived in minstrel days, that neceesarily excluded 
tuch materials from his fancy. Had he beheld ataaai 
•Bginee, or dock yards, in hia sleep, the vision migkit 
have been pronwiaeed to ba loo aitiikini; bwthe might 



144 LIFE OF BEATTIE. 

have hemrd of fairies, and their dances, and erea oi 
Upers, gold, and gems, from the ballads of his nativt 
country. In the second book of the poem, there ar« 
some 4ne siansas ; but the author has taken Edwia 
from the school of nature, and filaced him in his own, 
that of moral philosophy, and hence a degree of lan- 
guor is experienced by the reader. — ^The above remarks 
on the most celebrated of Dr. fieattie's works I hav* 
transcribed from the seventh volume of Campbell's 
British Poets. They convey the sentiments of one of 
the best poeti of the present age, on one of the bright- 
est ornaments of the last. 

At the request of several of his friends. Dr. beattis 
was induced » in the year 1776, to prepare for the press 
a new edition of the ' Essay on Truth,' to whu!h ha 
added several original Essays. This work was spleii* 
didly printed in quarto, and published by subscription 
entirely for his own benefit. The price was a guinea, and 
the list of subscribers, which amounted to four hondred 
and seventy-siv, was enriched with the titles of manv 
persons of the highest rank in the kingdom, and with 
the names of all the most distinguished literary cha- 
meters of the time. The niunber of copies sabscribed 
for amounted to seven hundred and thirty-two. Ths 
receipts must therefore have been considerable, sad to 
Beatiie a very beneficial supply, who was by no means 
in affluent circumstances, his pension beiM only two 
hundred a-year, and his professorship never being squal 
to that sum. 

On his return to Scotland it was proposed that ha 
should be removed to some situation m the Universilj 
of Edinburgh \ but he had then many personal ene* 
mies. — the zealous friends of Hume, whom he was 
accused of having too severely treated in his writings; 
and he preferred the kindness of his old friends, and 
the quiet of Aberdeen, to a more lucrative and con- 
spicuous appointment in the metropolitan oniversity.— 
In the same generous disregard of temporalitias ha 
declined entering holy orders, and accepting a living 
in the church of England, which had been offered to 
him through Dr. Portens, on the part of the Bishop of 
Winchester. He thought that by continoing a layman* 
and refusing the em<damants thiat might aeema to him 



LIFE OF BEATTIB. 146 

from his writings in the cmuse of religion, his tifQinmito 
woald have m more powerful influence on the minds of 
his remders ; than if he had become a clergyman, and 
thus, as it were, appeared as a retained advocate^ n- 
th«r than the volantary asscrtor of ihe truth. 

He afcain appeared before the publie as an Anthor« 
in 1776, with a volume of ' Essays,' which was iaU 
lowed by a second in 1783. Of them) works Cowper 
has delivered an opinion, which, coming from so dit- 
tiuguished an author, it would be unpardonable to 
omit : — ' Beattie is the most agreeable and amiabU 
writer I ever met with ; the only author I have seon 
whose critical and philosophical researches are diver- 
siSed and embellished by a poetical imagination, that 
makes even the drye«t subject, and Ihe leanest, a feast 
for the epicure in books. He is so much at his ease too» 
that his own character appears in every page, and, which 
ia very rare, we see not only the writer, but the man; and 
theman so gentle, no well-tempered, so happ^r in hia ro- 
li^on, and so humane in his philosophy, that it is necea- 
sary to love him if one has aa v senite of what is lovely.'* 

In 1766, he printed his ' Evidences of the Christian 
Religion,' and in 1790. and 1790, he completed hia 
literary course by the publication of a work in two vo- 
lumes, ' On (As Elements of Moral Science.' Tbeio 
contain in a connected and somewhat enlarged form^ 
the absrract of the lectures which he used to dictate to 
his scholars. 

Such is the literary history of this distingnished man* 
Successful in all that he undertook, and meriting Ui 
success by the diligence of his application, by the vn- 
riety of his knowledge, and by the virtuous ends to 
which hiA talents were applied. From his earliett boy- 
hood to the last Ktage of life he trod onward in a path 
of excellence, and of brightening celebrity. Hia learn- 
ing obtained for him the respect and admiration of hit 
eoontry, and the invaluable qualities of his heart and 
temper conciliated the most ardent friendship and 
alTection from those by whom it is a distinction to 
bo known, and an honour to be loved. But though 
tooowned, admired, and loved, his life wai tho ro- 
• Hsf ley's Lint of Cowper, voL Itt. p. Siy. 
H 



146 



LIFE OF BKArriE. 



Tene of bappy. His mitows, at the eondiiaion oi 
bis existence, were hemvily aocumulated apoa bin; 
and tbey struck the heart where it was most keenly 
and most painfully sensitive. His wife» with whom 
he had lived long and happily, became deranctd* 
and was obliged to be removed from the honae of her 
husband. His eldest son, a yonth of the highest pro* 
mise, and to whom his father was attached with mora 
than a father's love, for he was joined with ham in thtt 
professorship, and they had become friends and fielloww 
students, and the associates of each other's labonrt. 
died, after a short illness, in the twenty -second year of 
his age. The unhappy Bealtie had scarcely b^an to 
revive from the shock of this severe affliction^ whea 
the peace of his home was again mournfully inter- 
rupted. His sole surviving child, at the age of eighteen« 
when beginning to shew the indications of talent and 
of virtue, not inferior to those which had so tenderly 
endeared his elder brother to the affection of hit 
fotber, was suddenly cut off. This misfortune aeemt to 
have crushed the spirits, and for a time, to have alia* 
nated the mind of BcaKie. He no longer mingled in 
the intercourse of society. He gave up all his literary 
correspondence. He said that * he had done with this 
world,' and he acted as if he felt that lUere was no 
longer any thing on earth worth living for tb him : all 
the links which bound him to the enjoyments or the 
business of this world were snapt, never again to ba 
united. He performed mechanically the duties of bis 
professorship \ but he intermitted all the studies in 
which he had previously occupied himself. Some- 
times, indeed, he appeared to atrnggle for fortitude ; 
and strove to console the agony of his afflictions b^ 
the recollection of the severer fate from which hia 
children had been delivered. As he thought on the 
hereditary disease by which their mother was afflicted, 
be would endeavour to tranqnillite his mind by re- 
ieeting on the grievous intellectual malady froni whidi 
death had saved them ; and exclaim ' How could I havt 
borne to see those elegant minds mansled with madaeas.' 
Beattie was struck with palsy in 1790, and after re- 
peated attacks of the aame diseaae, died in 1803. 



THE MINSTREL! 



THE PHOGRESS OF GENIUS. 



PRBPACB. 

Tri ftengii «M to trace the progrete of a poetical !•• 
nins, born in a rade age, from the first dawninf at 
fancy and reason, till that period at which ho may be 
•apposed capable of appearing in the world •• a Mia- 
■trel, that is, as an itinerant poet and inosici«n :— a 
character which, according to the notions of oar fora- 
fathers, was not only respectable, but sacred. 

I have endeavoured to imitate Spenser in th« iiiea> 
•are of his verse, and in the harmony, simplidly. and 
variety of his composition. Antique eanressiofw I hav* 
avoided ; admitting, however, some old word^» whciv 
they seemed to suit tho subject : bat I hope none will 
be found that are now obsolete, or in any dcgiae not 
intelligible to a reader of English poetry. 

To those who may be disposed to ask what eoald in- 
dace me to write in so difficult a measare» I can only 
answer, that it pleases mv car, and seems, from its g^ 
thic structure and original, to bear some relation to tka 
•abject and spirit of the poem. It admits both simpli. 
city and magnificence of aonnd and of langoage, W 
yond anv other stanxa that I am acquiintad wiUi. Ik 
allows the sententiousncM of the coaplct»as well as tha 
more complex modulation of blank verse. What soma 
critics have remarked, of its uniformity growing at last 
tiresome to the ear, will be found to hold tma onlj 
whan the poetry is faulty in other rcspaeta. 



148 

THE MINSTREU 



Ah I who can tell how hard it it to climb 
The tteep where Fame's proud temple ahinM aliiri 
Ah ! who can tell how many a loul soblim* 
Has felt the influence of malignant star. 
And waged with Fortune an eternal war; 
Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by I'.niry't frown* 
•lAnd Poverty's unconquerable bar. 
In life's low vale remote has pin'd alone. 
Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and naknovB I 

And yet the languor of inglorious days 

Not equally oppressive is to all : 

Him, who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praiae« 

The silence of neglect can ne'er appal. 

There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's caU> 

Would shrink to hear th' obatreperons tramp of FaiBO^ 

Supremely blest, if to their portion fall 

Health, competence, and peace. Nor hi^ier aim 

Had he, whose simple ule these artless Imea proekim* 

The rolls of Fame I will not now explore ; 
Nor need I here describe, in learned lay. 
How forth the Minstrel fared in days of yoro* 
Right glad of heart, though homely in array ; 
His waving locks and beard all hoary gray: 
While from his bending shoulder, deeent hong 
His harp, the sole companion of his way. 
Which to the whistling wind responsive rang : 
And ever as he went some merry lay he song. 

Fret not thyself, thou glittering child of pride^ 
That a poor villager inspires my strain ; 
With thee let Pageantry and Power abide; 
The g«ntle Muses haunt the sylvan raign; 



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Where through wild groves at eve the lonely i 

Enraptttf'il roamt, to gare on Nature charms. 

They hate the teusual, and scorn the vain^ 

The parasite their influence never warms. 

Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold i 

Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adoiBf | 

Yet horror screams from his discordant throat. \ 

Rise, sons of harmony, and hail the mom. 

While warbling larks on russet pinions float: 

Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote* 

Where the gray linneu carol from the hill. 

O let them ne'er, with artificial note. 

To please a tyrant, strain the little bill, [wilL 

But sing what Heaven inspires, and wander wkefttlMy 

Liberal, not lavish, is kind Nature's hand ; 

Nor was perfection made for man below. 

Yet all her schemes with nicest nrt are plaaaTdf 

Good counteracting ill. and gladness woe. 

With gold and gems if Chilian mountains gknr} 

If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ; 

There plague and poison, lust and rapine grow ; 

Here peaceful are the vales, and pure the skies* 

And freedom fires the soul, and sparkles in the ajM 

Then grieve not thou, to whom th' indulgent MoM 

Vouchsafes a portion of celestial fire : 

Nor blame the partial Fates, if they refuse 

Th' imperial banquet, and the rich attire. 

Know thine own worth, and reverence the lyre. 

Wilt thou debase the heart which Ood refined t 

No; let thy heaven-taught soul to Heaven aspiit* 

To fancy, freedom, harmony* resign'd ; 

Ambition's groveling crew for ever left behind. 

Canst thou forego the pure ethereal son! 

In each fine sense so eicqnisitely keen* 

On the dull couch of Luxury to loll* 

Stu^ with disease* and stvplfied with iplccB} 



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160 



THE MINSTREL. 



Fmta to implore the aid of FUttery's 
£ven from thyself thy loathsome heart to hUCy 
j" (The mansion then no more of joy serano). 
Where fear, distrast, maleirolence» abide» 
And impotent desire, and diaappointad piidet 

O how canst thou renooace tha boandleaa ttors 

Of charms which Nature to her votary yieldat 

The warbling woodland, the resounding ahoft^ 

The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields } 

All that the genial ray of morning gilds. 

And all that echoes to the song of even» 

And that the mountain's sheltering boaoi 

And all the dread magnificence of HeaTCii, 

O bow canst thoo renounce, and hope to be forgivMit 

These charraa shall work thy soul's atenal keakh. 

And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart. 

But these thoa must renounce, if lust of wealth 

E'er wins its way to thy corrupted heart: 

For ah ! it poisons like a scorpion's dart ; 

Prompting tb' ungenerous wish, the selfiah 

The stem resolve unmoved by pity's smart. 

The troublous day, and long distxiraafiBl 

Return, my roving Muse, resume thy pwpoaad thin. 

There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell, 

A shepherd-swain, a man of low degree ; 

Whose sires, perchance, in Fairyland m%ht dw^D, 

Sicilian groves, or vales of Arcady ; 

But he, I ween, was of the north conntria t* 

A nation famed for song, and beauty's charma; 

Zealo«s, yet modest ; innocent, though free ; 

Patient of toil ; serene amidst alarms ; 

Inflexible in faith ; invincible in arms. 

• There k hardljr an aadeot kallsd or rMMiiee, vkeniB a SikMnal 
or « harper •pinnri, but he 1$ rhsrtcteriscd, b* wai of mwSmmuk 
hs?e h« en * of the a«rth coeatrfe.* It k protelrta, that wmkm *b 



polUtkNi were fornerly coipre h wXe* S\ the prothMrce |o ttOMfb 
•fthoTrcot. SooPciCT** Emu oath* EsffMikMlHlreb. 



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161 



The thepherdtwain of whom I meutioA OMda 
On 8coti»'c monDUint fed hit little flock t 
The sickle, scythe, or plough, he uever sway*d i 
An honest heart was almost all his stock ; 
His drink the living water from the rock ; 
The milky dams supplied his board, and lent 
Their kindly fleece to baflle winter's shock ; 
And he, though oft with dust and sweat betpreatt 
Did guide and gnard their wanderings, wheretoeVr 
they went. 

From Ubonr health, from health contentoMit tpriaii 
Contentment opes the source of every joy. 
He envied not, he never thought of, kings ; 
Nor from thote appetites sustain'd annoy. 
That chanee may frustrate, or indulgence doy ; 
Nor Fate his calm and humble hopes beguilad ; 
He monm'd no recreant friend, nor mistress eoy« 
For on his vows the blameless Phoebe smt1ed» 
And her alone he loved, and loved h«r frmii « cUM 

No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercase. 

Nor blasted were their wedded days with itrift; 

Each season look'd delightful as it past^ 

To the fond husband, and the faith^l wife. 

Beyond the lowly vale of shepherd life 

They never roam'd ; secure bisneath the stoim 

Which in Ambition's lofty land is rife. 

Where peace and love are eanker'd by the wvm 

Of pride, each bud of joy industrioot to defomn. 

The wight, whose tale these artless linat aii£oM» 

Was all the offspring of this humble pair : 

His birth no oracle or seer foretold ; 

No prodigy appear'd in earth or air. 

Nor aught that might a strange event declwt. 

You gueae each circumstance of Edwin's blrA 

The parent's transport, and tba paraatfs caMf 



152 THE MINSTREL. 

Tbe goflsip't prayer for wemlth, and wit, and woiUi| 
And one long sommer^day of indolence and aiitlL 

And yet poor Edwin was no vulvar boy. 
Deep thought oft teeni'd to fix his infant eye. 
Dainties he heeded not, nor gaude, nor toy« 
Save one short pipe of rudest minislrelsy : 
Silent when glad ; affectionate, though shy ; 
And now his look was most demurely lad ; 
And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why. 
The neighbours stared and sigh'd, yet blest'd the lad i 
Some deem'd him wondrous wiae, aad aoiiM belitvtd 
him mad. 

But why should I his childish feats display f 
Concourse, and noise, and toil, be ever flad ; 
Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray 
Of squabbling imps ; but to the forest sped. 
Or roam'd at large the lonely monntain'a heiul ; 
Or, where the mase of some bewilder'd stream 
To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led» 
There would he wander wild, till Phoebos' baaaiy 
Shot from the western cliff, released the weary tmau 

Th' exploit of strength, dexterity, or speed. 

To him nor vanity nor joy could bring. 

His heart, from cruel sport estranged, would bleed 

To work the woe of any living thing. 

By trap or net, by arrow or by sling; 

These he detested ; those he scom'd to wield : 

He wish*d to be the guardian, not the king* 

Tyrant fbr less, or traitor of the field. 

And sure the sylvan reign unbloody joy might yield* 

Lo ! where the stripling, wrapt in wonder, imree 
Beneath the precipice o'erhnng with pine ; 
And sees, on high, amidst th' encircling groreiy 
From cliff to cliff the foaming torreate thine i 



BOOK I. la 

Whflo watersy woods, mod winds, in coneeit joia^ 
And Echo twellt the chonu to the tkiet. 
Would Edwin this majestic scene resign 
For aught tho huntsman's puny craft •oppliett 
A h ! no : he better knows great N aturs's charms to 

And oft he traced the uplands, to surrey. 
When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawB« 
The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain gny# 
And lake, dim-gleaming on the smoky lawn : 
Far to the west the long long vale withdrawn^ 
Where twilight loves to linger for awhile ; 
And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn^ 
And villager abroad at early toil. 
But lo : tho Son appears . and heaven, earth, 
smile. 

And oft the craggy eltff he loved to climo. 
When all in midst the world below was lost. 
What dreadful pleasure '. there to stand sublinWf 
Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast. 
And view th' enormous waste of vaponr, tost 
In billows, lengthening to th' horixon ronnd^ 
Now scoop'd in gulfs, with mountains now 
And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound^ 
Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar 

In truth he was a strange and wayward wight« 
Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene* 
In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : 
Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene 
The southern Sun diffused his dassling shene.* 
Ev'n sad vicissitude amused his soul : 
And if a sigh would sometimes intervene. 
And down his cheek a tear of pity roll, 
A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wbh'd not to centioL 

• BrlflUacM, aplfBdoar. Tbt word k uad ky SMS Ml 

wrtMN, ai well M b7 MUIM. 
^ H2 



154 THE MINSIKFJi. 

« O ye wild groret, O when it now yw M ii i ! 

(The Mate interprets thus hit tuader thovghl) 
' Your flowers, jonr verdure, and your btlajr I^Ml^ 
Of late to grateful in the hour of drought ! 
Why do the birds, that toug and rapture brought 
To all your bowers, their mantiont now fortaket 
Ah ! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought f 
For now the storm howls mournful thro' the bnkt. 
And the dead foliage flies in many a ahaptlett^iake. 

* Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and eoolf 
And meads, with life, and mirth, and beauty cnmaf4t 
Ah ! see, th' unsightly slime, and sluggish pool. 
Have all the solitary vale embrown'd ; 

Fled each fair form, and mute each melting toaid^ 
The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray: 
And hark ! the river, bursting every mound, 
Down the vale thunders, and with watteful twmy 
Uproou the grove, and rolls the shattered ncks affa|f. 

* Yet such the destiny of all on Berth : 
So flourishes and fades majestic Man. 

Fair is the bud his vernal mom brings forth. 
And fostering gales awhile the nursling fan. 
O smile, ye Heavens, senme; ye mildews vna. 
Ye blighting whirlwinds, spare his balmy prime. 
Nor lessen of his life the little span. 
Borne on the swift, though silent, winp ^f Timm, 
Old age comes on apace to ravage all the disM. 

' And be it so. Let those deplore their doom 
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: 
But lofty souls* who look beyond the tomb. 
Can smile at Fate and wonder how they monim* 
Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return? 
Is yonder wave the Son's eternal bed f 
Soon shall the orient with new lostn \mn. 



BOOKL 

And Spring thall Mon Imt ritml ina^tuci iha^ 
Again mttaiM the frow,. m^^m ^dom tbe BMtfi* 
'Shmll 1 be Ifift forgoittn iti the dutt, 
When Fttt, rtUatini, Idit ihe fluwer revive T 
fibai NatuTv'i voic?, (o mftn aloae anjuit. 
Bid htat, though doom'd to peri«h» hope to llTtt 
1« It for iht* imit Virtue oft mast strive 
With di»s|ipi>mtnieiit, ptDury iiid painf 
No: Hrav^n't immonat «priii|f ibrntl y*t arrivttjr 
And man'* nib|ntic b^atit> lilooni a^aia. 
Bright thro" tb' eternal year of Love's trit 

reign.' 

Tbia trnth sublime his simple sire had tanght. 
lu looth 'twA^ aLmi>it all the ebepberd knew. 
Ko tubtilc nor tqperfluaEis Jore be Aougbt, . 
lifor evPT wi»h*d bis Etlwin to pursue. 

liFi man^t out n sphe^re/ said be, ' emE&« hit vaw } 
B* lEMA^s peculiar vorlc hit »l« deligbi/ 
And niucb^ lind ol"t» he i^aniM hiro* to eaefaev 
Filtcbood and j^uitp, >ad ayr tnainiam the right. 
By pleasure uiueducci}, tmaved by Jawleu laiglBL 

'And, from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Wm# 
O never, ntvpr tfirn away thine ear! 
Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below. 
Ah ! what were man, shoold Heaven refnM to koor! 
To others do (tJie i«vv i^ iiui wrv^r^) 
What to thyself thou wisbest lo be done. 
Forgive thy foes; and love thy parents dear. 
And friends, and native laud ; nor those ak«o ; 
All human weal and woe Iraro tbau to oiake tbiat 

^See, in the rear of the warm sonny shower 
The visionary boy from shelter fly ; 
For now the storm of summer- rain ts o^er. 
And cool, end fresh, and fragfotti istho tkj. 
.If 



166 THE MINSTREL. 

And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high. 
The rainbow brightens to the tetting Sunt 
Fond fool, that deem'st the •troaming glory nif^f 
now vain the chase thine ardour has begnn ! 
Tis fled afar, ere half thy purposed race be rxau 

Yet couldst thou learn that thus it fares with sge. 
When pleasure, wealth, or power, the bosom wam 
This baffled hope might tame thy manhood's raf»« 
And disappointment of her sting disarm. 
But why should foresight thy fond heart alarm? 
Perish the lore that deadens yoong desire; 
Pursue, poor imp, th' imaginary charm. 
Indulge gay hope, and fancy's pleasing fire : 
Fancy and hope too soon shall olthemselrss sxpiM 

When the long-sonnding cnrfew from afar 
Loaded with loud lament the lonely gale. 
Young Edwin, lighted by the evening star. 
Lingering and listening, wander'd down the rale. 
There would be dream of graves, and corses pale ; 
And ghosts that to the chamel -dungeon throng. 
And drag a length of clanking chain, and wail. 
Till silenced by the owl's terrific song, ^ 
Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering aisl 

Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed. 

Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep. 

To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied. 

Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; 

And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep 

A vision brought to his entranced sight. 

And first, a wildly murmuring wind 'gan creep 

Shrill to his ringing ear; then tapers bright. 

With instantaneous gleam, illumed the vault of ni^t* 

Anon in view a portal's blazon'd arch 

Arose ; the tnunpet bids the valves wifoM i 



BOOK I. M 

And forth an host of little warriora inarch, 

Oratping the diamond lance, and targe of gold. 

Their look was gentle, their demeanor bold. 

And green their helms, and green their silk attirt ; 

And here and there, right venerably old. 

The longrob'd minstrels wake the warbling wire. 

And some with mellow breath the martial pipe 

With merriment, and song, and tilbbrelt clear, 
A troop of dames from myrtle bowers advance ; 
The little warriors doff the targe and spear. 
And load enlivening strains provoke the dance. 
They meet, they dart away, they wheel askance x 
To right to left they thrid the flying mase ; 
Now bound aloft with vigorous spring, then 
Rapid along : with many>colour*d rays 
Of tapers, gems, and gold, the echoing forests 

The dream is fled. Proud harbinger of day. 
Who scared'st the vision with thy clarion shrill. 
Fell chanticleer! who oft hath reft away 
My fancied good, and brought substantial ill I 
O to thy cursed scream, discordant still. 
Let harmony aye shut her gentle ear : 
Thy boastful mirth let jealous rivals spill. 
Insult thy crest, and glossy pinions tear. 
And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear. 

Forbear, my Muse. Let Love attune thy lins. 
Revoke the spell. Thine Edwin frets not so. 
For how should he at wicked chance repine. 
Who feels from every change amusement flow 
Ev'n now hiji eyes with smiles of rapture glow. 
As on he wanders through the scenes of n^pm. 
Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow. 
Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adora*- 
And tboosand notes of joy in every breeae nrs bema. 



Me THE MINSTREL. 

Bat who the melodies of morn can teHf 

The wild brook bahblini; dnirti iJj« moaatalB ilit| 

The lowing herd; the iheepfold'K mimplt btll| 

The pipe of early tli«phcrd dim detcrie^l; 

In the lone vaH«y ; e^hoJDg far and wide 

The clamorous horn along ihc cliS* above ; 

The hollow murmur of Thet^eean tide 

The hum of Bcm, i|je Imnct'i lay of lore. 

And the full choir thii wakea the anivtraal grovw. 

Tr.c rotia(rj-cur» at varlj piigrini bark ., 
Crown'd with lier pail the tripping niiLkiEi«iauBf«i 
The whiitliog ploughman slalU afield ; aodp k«tfc! 
CowQ th^ nn^h alnp<r tbe pondcpuui wafCSOB rtup; 
Thnougli ruailbg ci>rti tbc harp wtoniab'd fpfmgi ; 
Slow tolU tht v)llagP'dotk Uie drowsy hottr ; 
The partridge t„ursu away «a whirring wiQ^ 
Deep mourns the lunli; in »cquc?tpr'i] bower. 
And shrill lark curoln clear from bet lerial tow. 

O Nature, how in every charm iuprctne 

Whose votaries feast on raptures e¥cr new! 

O for the voice »nd fire &f ^praphim. 

To ^ittg thy ](]oriei with dpvotioEi duo! 

Bl^it U the day 'scaped the wrangling craw. 

From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicuroa' sty ; 

And held high converse with the godlike few. 

Who to U/fDrjptar^'d beAK, and ear, and ty. 

Teach beauty virtue, »ruih, and love, a&d melody. 

Hence ! ye, who snare and stupify ibe joitidp 
Sophists, of beamy, Wnue, joy» the bajie 
Greedy and fell, UiQngh impotent and blind. 
Who spread your filthy nets in Truth's fair faiM, 
And ever ply y»ur venom 'd fangs amain. 
Hence to dark Error's den, whoae rankUng •n^nt 
Fintfave youfonn ! Hence I leittbe Moieehoalddete 



BllOk 1. UB 

Thoagb loth on theme to meftn to waele a rhjflM)^ 
With vengeance to purtae your sacrilegiova criae. 

Bat hail, ye miffaty masters of the lay, 

Nainre't true eona, the friends of man and trntkl 

Whose songs snblimely sweet* serenely gay, 

Amnaed my childhood, and informed my yontlu 

O let your spirit still my bosom soothe. 

Inspire my dreams, and* my wild wand^ingt g^dt t 

Your voice each rugged path of life can tmooch* 

For well I know, wherever ye reside 

There harmony, and peace, and innocence abid«w 

Ah me ! neglected on the lonesome plain. 

As yet poor Edwin never knew your lore. 

Save when against the winter's drenching rain^ 

And driving snow, the cottage shut the door. 

Then, as instructed by tradition hoar. 

Her legend when the l>eldaaie 'gan impart^ 

Or chant the old heroic ditty o'er. 

Wonder and joy ran thrilling to his heart ; 

Much he the tale admired, but more the tonafnl art. - 

Various and strange was the long-winded tale ; 

And halls, and knights, and feats of arms displayed; 

Or merry swains, who quAff the nntbrown ale^ 

And siiig enamour'd of the nut*brown maid ; 

The moonlight revel of the fairy gladtfi ; 

Or hags, that suckle an infernal brood. 

And ply in caves th' unutterable trade,* 

'Midst fiends and spectres, quench the Moon in Uood, 

Yell in the midnight storm, or ride th' infuriate 1 

But when to horror his amazement rote, 

A gentler strain the beldame would reheniM, 

A tale of mral life, a tale of woes, 

• AllMiou to Shftkipcars. 
M»e6elk, How now, ye Mcret, black, sad aiidalgkl fesffs. 
WhMbtfodol 
WUekn. A 4wd withoat s aaaar- JTarM A, aet !▼. se. I. 



100 TUB MINSTREL. 

The orphan babes, and guardian oncU i 
O cruel \ will bo pang of pity pierce 
That heart, by lu»t of lacre tear'd to atone t 
For sure, if aught of virtue last, or verse. 
To latest times shall teanJ^r wuli bemoan 
Those hopeless or^hma-babei bj thy fc)L art* i 

BrholiI with berries smcar'd with brambles torti^ 
The hdbff nai^ fimtih'd ay thei^ dvwti u die; 
Amidst the howl of darksome wood* l«r)<»m# 
Folded m {>nF aDother'samii they tic 
Hnr friend* nor it rang ft, heafi thrir dying ^T^ 
' For from the town the man returns no mort/ 
But thou, who Heaven's just vengeance dareet defy. 
This deed with fruitless tears shalt soon deplore. 
When Death lays waste thy house, and fUmee iiW—bii 

thy etore. 
A ftdfled smile of stem vindictive joy 
Srij;hien*d osf monieDt Edwin's starting tew, 

Bui why f h<>uld gold roan's feeble mind docoy. 
And ionoceDcr ibus die by doom severe T 
O KdwLu while thy bean is yet sincere, 
Th'auaiilta of dTicntiteot ai>^ doubL j-epel ; 
Dark ev'n ii uoouEide li oar mortal sphere; 
But let us hope \ to doubt is to rebel ; 
Let us exult in hope, that all shall yet be wolL 

Nor he thy ffnerous iodigtiatioti checked. 
Nor chrck'd ibe Iffldvr tear to Misery given' 
Vtvju Guilt'i CDMagious power shall that protect. 
This soften anul refine the soul for Heaven. 
But dreadful is their doom whom doubt has drhriB 
To ceniure Fate and pioits Hope forego: 
Like yohdrr hlut£<t boughs by lightning riven. 
Perfection, beauty, life, they never know. 
Bat frown on all that pass, a monument of woe. 
• SMtbclacoldtolladcalM'TlMCaUdrcalatlMWssd. 



BOOK I. 161 

Sball h«, whose birth, mutarity, and age» 

Scarce fill the circle of one sammcr day. 

Shall the poor g^nat, with discontent and 'rage 

Exclaim that Nature hastens to decay, 

U but a cloud obstruct the solar ray. 

If but a momentary shower descend T 

Or shall frail man Heaven's dread decree gainsay* 

Which bade the series of events extend [sod f 

Wide through unnumbered worlds, and ages whlMMl 

One part, one little part, we dimly scan 

Through the dark medium of life's feverish diMBi; 

Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan. 

If but that little part incongruous seem. 

Nor is that part perhaps what mortals deem ; 

Oft from apparent ill our blessings rise. 

O then renounce that impious self-esteem, 

rhat aims to trace the secreu of the skies: 

For thou art but of dust \ be humble, and be wiM. 

Thus Heaven enlarged his soul in riper yean. 

For Nature gave him strength, and fire, to soar 

On Fancy's wing above this vale of tears ; 

Where dark cold hearted sceptics, creeping, pofo 

Through microscope of metaphysic lore : 

And much they grope for Truth, but never hit. 

For why? Their powers, inadequate before. 

This idle art makes more and more unfit ; [wit. 

Yet deem they darkness light, and their vain blunden 

Nor was this ancient dame a foe to mirth. 

Her ballad, jest, and riddle's quaint device 

Oft cheer'd the shepherds round their social health i 

Whom levity or spleen could ne'er entice 

To purchase chat, or laughter, at the price 

Of decency. Nor let it faith exceed. 

That Nature forms a rostic taste so nice. 



L 



MB THV MINSTRBL 

Ah ! had they b«en of eoart or dty W — d , 
Such delicacy w«td rigbt jnu-vcllont mdmd. 

Oft whan the vuiter starm hid ceased to ivm. 

He !rt>aiu*il xht wAwy watUs at ev'n to view 
TLd fluuil itu^JCudoQ^t from th' AtUnilc wfeVt 
IIigh-tow*rinf,taU al^ng tti'Lvritoa blue 
Where, 'midst the changeful scenery* ovor WKW, 
Fflncry 4 hoQitfnd wondroos forms d«eriei» 
M*it9 Tildly grral ihan erer pepciE drc w> 
R'Xrktn torreDtJ gulfs, and ihAp«t of ^ laut tue» 
Aud gUti'iifig di0Jl on difTsj And fiery rampaili ij 

ThuEico niaiiDg onward to the lonodtug than, 
1^h«s lojic catluiiisit oft would take hia wtijt 
LtHteninf »«iLh pl»iii)g dread toihe dMprMr 
Of Oil* wjUcV'M rktring vavei. lo black array 
When mlphiiront doudu TolTd oa th'aatunmal i 
¥.v*ti then Li? bAftcn'd from the hAuut of man. 
Along ll»e tretabUng irildemHi to »tny. 
What time the ligbtoinK's fierce career began, [n 
And o'er Ileavetili reading arch the rauIio£ T 

RrsjKinflitf*! to tli« »pTi^bilj pipe, when all 
n *j»rt|rhrly dftnc« tJjie vtllai;;? youth were join'df 
KJwtn* of mrliMij aye held in thTmtl, 
From I he rude gambol fur remote neliiied, 
Soothed with the aof^ coie* wArblinf i£i the wImL 
Ah then all jollity iriMii'd noimn and fotly. 
To the pure »nul bj Fancy V fire rcfia'd. 
Ah, what i« roinb but turbit^cpce uuliol^, [<^7 ^ 

When with the charm cotuparcd ^f bearenlj i " 

It then « heart (hat muiic cannot melt 

AU« ! how U that mggwi heart forlorn; 

Is there, who ao'er those mystic tnmsports frit 

Of solitude and melancholy bom? 

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The •ophitt's rope of cobweb he thall twine ; 

Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page ; or monra. 

And delve for life in Mammoa't dirty mine ; 

Sneak with the scoandrel fox» or grant with glnttai 

•wine. 
For Edwin, Fate a nobler doom had plann'd; 
Song was his favonnle and first purtait. 
The wild harp rang to hit advent'roos hand* 
And languished to his breath the plaiative f 
His infant muse, though artless, was not x 
Of elegance as yet he took no care ; 
For this of time and culture is the fruit ; 
And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare: 
As in some future verse I purpoee to dedaie. 

Meanwhile, whatc'er of beautiful, or new. 
Sublime, or dreadful, in earth, sea, or sky. 
By chance, or search, was offer'd to his view. 
He scann'd with curious and romantic eye. 
Whate'er of lore tradition could supply 
From gothic tale, or song, or fable old. 
Roused him, still keen to listep and to pry. 
At last, though long by penury oontroll'd. 
And toUtade, his soul her gracea 'gan unfold. 

Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land. 
For many a long month lost in snow profound. 
When Sol from Cancer sends the season bland. 
And in their northern cave the storms are bound ; 
From silent mountains, straight, with startling MMmd, 
Torrents are hurl'd : green hills emerge ; and lo. 
The trees with foliage, cliA with flowers are crown'd ; 
Pure rills through vales of verdure warbling go; 
And wonder , love, and joy , the peasant's heart o'ciflow.* 

• SprlBff lod aaCau are harrih knowa to the Laplandar*. Akoel 
tka dM iSa saa aalara Caaesr, ih«ir iaMkwUcli a vaak M H we— le 
cavaiae wlili taow, aDocax oa a saddca nil af wnm aad iaw ai a* ■ 



104 



THE MINSTREL. 



Here pause, my |?othic lyrr^ • little »liil« ; 
The leisure hour is all cbtt ihou canit cUias 
But on iWm v€T*c if MaQiAgiic tbaDld imile. 
New strains ere long shall an I mate thy frame. 
And her applause to me is more than (asi« 
For still with truth af rordi her taste refined. 
At lucre or renown let othcrt aim, 
I only wiih to plraie the gentle mind, 
H'hom Halnre's charma inspire, and \ot9 ti 1 
kind 



BOOK II. 

Of chance or change O let not man complnia« 
Else shall ho never never cease to wail ; 
For, from ihe imperial dome, to where theawaim 
Rears the lone eottaffl in the silent dale. 
All ft cl ih assault of Fortune't ficile gale ; 
Art, empire. Earth itself, lo chan^ are doom'd; 
Earthquakes have raised to Heaven the hamble vslt^ 
And |u1fi the mauuiaiQ^s mighty maas entomb'd ; 
And where th* AtlaDLic rolls wide continents brnvt 
bloom'd.* 

But sure to foreign climei we need not mage. 
Nor search the ancirnt records of oar race* 
To Iram th^ di re cfT^pcta of time and change^ 
Which in ourselves, alas! we daily trace. 
Yet at the darken'd eye, iho wither'd face. 
Or h*j«Ty hiif, nevpr wlLi repine 
But *pare, Q Time, whateVr of ideJsUd grace. 
Of candonr, Jove or sympathy divine, 
Wbate'er of fancy't tay or friendship's flaaa ii 
• Plak>>b llMas. 



BOOK II. 

8e I obteqnioos to Truth's dread command. 
Shall here without reluctance change my laj» 
And smite the gothic lyre with harsher hand ; 
Now when I leare that flowery path for aye. 
Of childhood, where I sported many a day, 
WaiUing and sauntering carelessly along y 
Where CTeiy face was innocent and gay. 
Each vale romantic, tuneful every tongue, 
SwMt, wild, and artless all, as Edwin's infant 

' Perish the lore that deadens young desire,' 

Is the soft tenor of my song, no more. 

Edwin, though lov'd of Heaven, must not aspifo 

To hliss which mortals never knew before. 

On tremUing wings let youthful fancy soar. 

Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy : 

But now and then the shades of life explore; 

Though many a sound and sight of woe annoy. 

And many a qualm of care his rising hopes dMtisj. 

Yigoor from toil, from trouble patience grows. 
The weakly blossom, warm in summer bower, 
8om« tints of transient beauty may disclose : 
But soon it withers in the chilling hour. 
Mark yonder oaks ! Superior tn the power 
Of all the warring winds of Heaven they rise. 
And from the stormy promontory tower. 
And toss their giant arms amid the skies. 
While each assailing blast incivase of strength 



And now the downy cheek and deepen'd voiet 

Gave dignity to Edwin's blooming prime ; 

And walks of wider circuit were his choice. 

And vales more mild, and mountains more sabUoM. 

Oas evening, as he framed the careless zhynt. 

It was his chance to wander far abrond. 

And o'er a lonely eminence to climb. 



tm THE MINSTREL. 

Which heretofore bit font had never tTod«; 
A vale appear'd below, a deep retired abod*. 

TbLtKrr he hied> enamoar'd of the scene. 
Far rockt od i-ockt piled, as by magic ipcU, 
Here ftcnfcli'd with llu^hEiiTiig, th^irtr wLiii ivji 
Fenced from the north and out lbi»«&vage ddL 
Southward a mountain nne with e^tj iwell, 
Wiiofc long long gr^iVFi eternal muRnut made : 
And Idwird tho wentcrD sua m itreatbltit fell. 
Where, thrbujEh the cliffs, the eye» remote* nrvtjrM 
Blue hills, and glittering waves, and skiet ia goM 
array 'd. 

Along this narrow valley you might see 

The wild deer spartinir on the msadow groond^ 

ADd» heje md there , a solitary tree. 

Or mnaiy stoni;, or roeli with woodbine erowa'd. 

Qii did the clifTs nverlMrste the sound 

Of parting fragmenU tumbling froEd on high ; 

And frdm the jumitiit of th&teraggy moond 

The pcreking u&glc oh wai hear^t to cry* 

Or on refloutidiDg wings to shoot athwart the i^. 

Oae ctiUivated tipot th«re wmt^ that ipread 
Iti flowery b(»oin to the noonday beam,^ 
Whcn^ many a tour- bud ri>ara iti blut«hia^ head 
And herbs f^t food with future plenty teem. 
Sooth 'd by the lulling sound of groove and strcain. 
Romantic vjfliou* iwarin on Fd win's >out 
He minded not the Sun'i tut tremblinf gleamr 
Kor heard from far the iwiUgbc curfew loUj 
When slowly on hii car these moving accents stole. 

* Hail, awful icenpif th^t ^alm the tioubled bniiil^ 
And woo the weary to profound repow 
Can passion's wildest uproar lay to r«flt. 
And whisper comfort to the man of wooff 



BOOK II. W7 

Htre Innoceace may wmnder, safe from (ota. 
And Contemplation toar on Mraph winp. 
O •olitade ! the man who thee foregoes* 
When lucre lures him, or ambition stings. 
Shall never know the source whence leal gnmdcv 
springs. 

' Yain man! is grandeur given to gay attire 

Then let the butterfly thy pride upbraid : 

To friends, attendants, armies, bought with hire 

It is thy weakness that requires their aid : 

To palaces, with gold and gems inlaid T 

They fear the thief, and tremble in the storm . 

To hoets, through carnage who to conquest wade t 

Behold the vieior ranquishM by the worm ! 

Behold, what deeds of woe the locust can perform ! 

'True dignity is his, wnose tranquil mind 
Yirtoe has raised above the things below ; 
Who, every hope and fear to Heaven resign'd. 
Shrinks not, though Fortune aim her deadliest blow. 
This strain from 'midst the rocks was heard to flow 
In solemn sounds. Now beam'd the evening star ; 
And from embattled clouds emerging slow 
Cynthia came riding on her silver car ; 
And hoary mountain'cliffs shone faintly from afar. 

Soon did the solemn voice its theme renew 
(While Edwin, wrapt in wonder, listening stood): 
* Ye tools and toys of tyranny, adieu, 
Scozn*d by the wise and hated by the good ? 
Ye only can engage the servile brood 
Of Levity and Lust, who all their days. 
Ashamed of truth and liberty, have woo*d 
And hugg'd the chain, that, glittering on their gaae, 
I to outshine the pomp of Heaven's empjiMl 



168 THE MINSTREL. |i 

< Like tnem, abandon'd to Ambition's twaj, il 
I sought for glory id the paths of gnile * II 
And fawn'd and smiled, to plunder and betnj^ | 
Myitelf bctray'd and piunder'd all the while ; 

I So gnaw'd the viper the corroding file ; 

But now, with pangs of keen remorse, I rae 
Those years of trouble and debasement vile. 
Yet why should I this cruel theme pursnc ! 
Fly, fly, detested thoughu, for ever from mj riav I 

' The gusts of appetite, the clou^a of care, ' 

And storms of disappointment, all o'erpast, ' 

Henceforth no earthly hope with Heaven shall ahan | 

This heart, where pesce serenely shines at last. I 

And if for me no treasure be amast'd,^ | 

And if no future age shall hear my name, | 

I lurk the more secure from fortune's blast, ' 

And with more leisure feed this pious flame, Ij 

Whose rapture far transcends the fairest hopes of €nM. u 

' The end and the reward of toil is rest, i| 

Be all my prayer for virtue and for peace. 

Of wealth and fame, of pomp and power po MCM* 4» 'i 

Who ever felt his weight of woe decrease t i, 

Ah ! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece^ \ 

The lay heaven-prompted, and harmonious ttnag. 

The dust of Ophir, or theTyrian fleece. 

All that art, forttuie, enterprise, can bring. 

If envy, scorn, remorse, or pride the bosom Wfiigt 

< Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb 
With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of ; 
In the deep dungeon of some gothie dome. 
Where night and desolation ever frown. 
Mine to the breezy hill that ekirts the 
Where a green grassy turf is all I cravo. 
With here and there a violet bettrowB> 



\ 



BOOK II. 109 

Fut by a brook, or fonntain't ronmuring wav« , 
And maoy an eveniog sun shine sweetly on my | 

' iind thither I^i the vilUze swain repair ; 
kofd, light of heart, the village maiden gay. 
To deck with Bowers her half-disheveU'd hair 
And celebrate the merry momnf May. 
There let the shepherd's pipe the live-long day 
Fill all the grove with love's bewitching woe ; 
And when mild Evening comes in mantle gnj. 
Let not the blooming band make haste to go ; 
No ghost, nor spell, my long and last abode shall 1 

' For though I fly to 'scape from Fortune's rag«. 
And bear the scars of envy, spiic» and scorn. 
Yet with mankiud no horrid war I wage. 
Yet with no impions spleen my breast is torn : 
For Tirtue lost, and ruin'd man, I mourn. 
O man ! creation's pride. Heaven's darling child. 
Whom Nature's best, divineftt gifu adorn. 
Why from thy home are truth and joy exiled. 
And all thy favourite haunU with blood and iMit 
defiled ? 

' Along yon glittering sky what glory ttreamal 

What majesty attends Night's lovely queen! 

Fair langS our vallies in their vernal beams; 

And mountains rise, ani oceans roll between. 

And all conspire to beautify the scene. 

But, in the ment«l world, what chaos drear ; 

What forms of mournful, loathsome, furious miaal 

O when shall that eternal mom appear. 

These dreadful forms to chase, this chaos dark to dttr I 

' O Thou, at whofa creative smile yoa liaaTaBf 
la all the pomp of beauty, life, and light* 
Roea from th' abyss ; when dark Confusion driirift 
DowBf down ilio bottomleta profooBd of ai(|l» 

I 



170 THB MINSTREL. 

Fled, where he ever flies, thy piercing fight ! 
O glance on those sad shades one pitying ray. 
To bUst the fury of opprciisive might. 
Melt the hard heart to love and mercy's swaj. 
And cheer the wandering soul, and light bim oa the 
way !* 

Silence ensued: and Edwin raised biteyM 

In tears, for grief lay heavy at his heart. 

' And is it thus in courtly life,' he cries, 

'That man to man acts a betrayer's paitf 

And dares he thus the gifu of Heaven permt. 

Each social instinct, and sublime desire f 

Hail Poverty ! if honour, wealth, and art. 

If what the great pursue, and leam'd admire. 

Thus dissipate and quench the soal's ethereal ivel' 

He aaid, and turn'd away \ nor did the sage 

O'erhear, in silent orisons cmploy'd. 

The youth, his rising sorrow to assuage. 

Home as he hied, the evening scene enjoy'd. 

For now no cloud obscures the starry void ; 

The yellow moonlight sleeps on all the hillat* 

Nor is the mind with startling sounds annoy'd ; 

A soothing murmur the lone region filla. 

Of groves, and dying gales, and melancholy rills. 

But he from day to day more anxious grew. 

The voice still seem'd to vibrate on his ear. 

Kor durst he hope the hermit's ule untroe; 

For man he seem'd to love, and Heaven to fear; 

And none speaks false, where there is none to hair. 

' Yet, can man's gentle heart become so fell; 

No more in vam conjecture let me wear 

My hours away, but seek the bermit'e eell; 

Tit he my doubt can clear, perhaps my care dispeL' 

• Hew flvwt tHe ■ ss nl i g ht akeps apoa tkto Nnk Mkak^pmn. 



BOOK II. 171 

At Mily dmwn the yoath his joarney took, 

And mmny a moantain pau'd and valley tiid«# 

Then reach M the wild : where, in a Oowery nook* 

And seated on a mossy stone, he spied 

An ancient man : his harp lay him beside. 

A stag sprang from the pasture at his call. 

And, kneeling, lick*d the withered hand that tied 

A wreath of woodbine roond his antlers tall. 

And hong his lofty neck with many a flow'rct flntlL 

And now the hoary sage arose, and saw 

The wanderer approaching : innocence 

Smiled on his glowing cheek, bat modest awe 

I>epress*d his eye, and fear'd to give ofience. 

'Who art tboa, coorteoas stranger? and fromwhe— it 

Why roam thy steps to this scqaester'd daleT 

' A shepherd'boy ,* the youth rriplied ; ' far hence 

My habitation; hear my artless tale ; 

Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear assail. 

' Late as I roam'd, intent on Natare's chmmi, 
I teach'd at eve this wilderness profound; 
And, leaning where yon oak expands her ame. 
Heard these rode cliffs thine awful voice reboond 
(For in thy speech I recognise the sound). 
You moum'd for ruin'd man, and virtue loeC, 
And seem'd to feel of keen remorse the wouad^ 
Pondering on former days by guilt engroes'd^ 
Or in the giddy storm of dissipation toas'd. 

' But say, in courtly life can craft be leam'd. 
Where knowledge opens and exalu the ionl t 
Where Fortune lavishes her gifts w cam'd 
Can selfishness the liberal heart control? 
Is glory there achieved by artt, as fool 
As those that felons, fiends, and furies plan? 
Spiden enmaie, tnakee poison, tigcn piowl • 



172 THE MINSTREL. 

Love it the godlike attribute of i^|fi. 
O teach a simple youth this mystery to 

' Or else the lamentable strain disclaini» 
And give me back the calm, contented mlad ; 
Which, Ute, exulting, view'd in Nature's tnmm 
Goodness untainted, wisdom unconfined, 
Grace, grandeur, and utility combined. 
Restore those tranquil days, that saw ma ttill 
Well pleaded with all, but moat with human ktedt 
When Fancy roam'd through Nature's workt at wiS^ 
Unchecked by cold distrust, and uoinfoim'd of ilL' 

' Wouldst thou,' the sage replied, 'in peace rctwa 
To the gay dreams of fond romantic youth. 
Leave me to hide, in this remote sojonm. 
From every gentle ear the dreadful truth: 
For if my desultory strain with ruth 
And indignation make thine eyes o'cr8ow, 
Alas! what comfort could thy anguish 8O0th6» 
Shouldst thou th' extent of human folly know. 
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowMg* XnJM i» 
woe. 

' But let ontender thoughts afar be driven; 

Nor venture to arraign the dread decree. 

For know, to man, as candidate for heaTen^ 

The voice of the Eternal said, Be free: 

And this divine prerogative to thee 

Does virtu«>, hsppine»s, and Heaven convey; 

For virtue is the child of liberty. 

And happiness of virtue i nor can they 

Be free to keep the path, who are not free to 

« Yet leave me not. I would allay that grief. 
Which else might thy young virtue overpower^ 
And in thy converse I shall find relief 
Whan the dark ahadet of melancholy lover ; 



BOOK II. 17» 

For Mlitade hmt manj a dre«ry hoar, 
Bren whoa oxempt from grief, remorM* tod pMll 
Come often, tben ; for, haply, in my bower 
Amutement, knowledfe, wisdom thoa may'tt gaiat 
If I one sool improre, I have not lired in rwim/ 

And now, at length, to Bdwia't ardent gaaa 

The Mum of Hutory unrolt her page. 

But few, aiae ! the Monee her art displays 

To charm his fancy, or his heart engage. 

Here chiefs their thirst of power in blood aaauftv 

And straight their flames with tenfold flercenoM hmmt 

Here smiling Virtue prompU the patriot's mfi^ 

But lo, ere long, is left alone to moom. 

And langniah in the dost, and clasp th'tihmmdaa^imml 

' Ambition's slippery verge shall mortals trend. 
Where ruin's gulf onfathom'd yawns beneath I 
Shall life, shall liberty be lost,' he said, 
' For the vain toys that pomp and power I 
The car of victory, the plume, the wreath. 
Defend not from the bolt of fate the brave s 
No note the clarion of renown can breathe^ 
T* alarm the long night of the lonely gravn. 
Or check the headlong haste of time's o'«rwhaiaia§ 
wave. 



' Ah, what avails it to have traced the sp 
That whirl of empire the stnpendons wheel! 
Ah, what have I tn do with conquering kings. 
Hands drench'd in blood, and breasts begirt wit& tlttf I 
To those, whom Nature taught to tliink and foal. 
Hemes, alas ! a e things of small concern; 
Could History man's secret haart reveal. 
And what iraporu a heavea>bom mind tn Xmum^ 
Her transcripts to eaplore what bosom wonki Ml 
ynani! 



t I 



0'ch.„,ofher,ld, 
**»«o.tho«Mad 

H<« *» ««ii ^"•' * 

Th.-'J "•"'''"f.Mi 



BOOK II. 176 

Then bftil, sweet Fancy's ray! and hail the dream 
That weans the weary soul from guilt and woe! 
Careless what others of my choice may deem, 
I long, where Love and Fancy lead, to go 
And meditate on Heaven, enough of Earth I kaov/ 

' I cannot blame thy choice/ the sage replied, 
' For soft and smooth ars Fancy's flowery waji. 
And yet, ev'n there, if left without a guide. 
The young ad venturer unsafely plays. 
Eyes denied long by fiction's gaudy rays 
In modest truth no light nor beauty fiod. 
And who. my child, would trust the meteov-UaM, 
That soon must fail, and leave the wanderer bUad* 
More dark and helpless far than if it ne'er had 
shincd ? 

' Fancy enervates, while it soothes, the heart. 
And, while it dsizles. wounds the mental s^^s 
To joy each heightening charm it can impart. 
But wraps the hour of woe in tenfold night. 
And often, where no real ills affright. 
Its visionary fiends, an endless train. 
Assail with equal or superior might. 
And through the throbbing heart, and diny bvri^. 
And shivering nerves, shoot stinga oi mora Hum aav* 
Uli 



'And yet. alas! the real ills of life 

Claim the full vigour of a mind prepared. 

Prepared for patient, long, laborious strilie. 

Its guide eaperience, and truth its guard. 

We fare on earth as other men have fared. 

Were they suceessfulf Let us not despair. 

Was disappoioteent oft their sole reward? 

Yet shall their *tale instruct, if it deelara [baar. 

Bow they have borne the load ouaalTae are dooaaM !• 



, '""■"" '<•'•»'. >l.ar. v.r,., 
I» power, .Bd Ban wi,h„:,t 
• HmI ucred Polity, by F«« 

i„ ^!!!' •""•''•"'•"' »« 

Iod.rt„e«...retchrtn«... 

Jrin* ■"""•"■'' •■<>. to U,e 

TopMj|,k,wonh,h.g.„„, 
•*'"''~»P»'beMge',Iore,a 

While on .b.kindli,,«^«fc„ 
"•'•"'• •'''•'He nun i.de,rl. 



BOOK II. m 

Widi Htll itmige. lost thmt defiet control. 

With glvttooy end dofttlu The mind nntm^ 

la a dark watte, whero fiendt and tempeitt howl t 

At Phcebot to the world, it tdence to the mwL 

' And reaion now through ntunber, time, and ipMi^ 

Dartt the keen luttre of her teriooa eye. 

And learnt, from facte compared, the laws to traflt. 

Whose long progrettiou leadt to Deity. 

Can mortal ttrength pretnme to toar to high ! 

Can mortal tight, to oft bedimm'd with teart^ 

Such glory bear ! — for lo, the thadowt fly 

From Nature's face ; coofution ditappeait. 

And order charmt the eye, and harmony the cm I 

' In the deep windings of the grove, no mmv 

The hag obtcene and grisly phantom dwell ; 

Nor in the fall of mountain-stream, or roar 

Of winds, is heard the angry tpirit't yell ; 

No wisard nrattert the tremendont tpell. 

Nor sinks convulsive in prophetic twoon ; 

Nor bidt the noise of drums and truo/poit twfOt 

To ease of fancied* pangt the labonring Moon, 

Or chate the thade that blou the biasing orb of BOi& 

' Many a long-lingering year, in lonely itle, 

Stnnn'd with th' eternal turbulence of wavet, 

Lo, with dim eyes, that nerer leam'd to imtU, 

And trembling handt, the famith'd native eravM 

Of Heaven hit wretched fare; thivering in cavcf^ 

Or tcorch'd on rocks, he pinet from day to day; 

But tcieoce givet the word ; and lo, he bravot 

The tui^ and tempett, lighted by her ray. 

And to a happier land waftt merrily away I 

' And ev'n where Nature loadt tho toamiag plain 
With tbe full pomp of vegetable ttort, 
B«r bounty, nnimptoved it deadly buM : 
Dark woodt and rankling wildt, from ihovt to ihott 
IS 



flood. 
l^'^*- from pi^j 

J^'J^ the echo 
Or r^S,*" »"•'•»«« 



HOOK II. m 

' What cannot Art and Indottry perfonn. 
Whan Science plans the progreu of their tml I 
They amile at penary, diseaee, and ttorm ; 
And oceans from their miglity mounds reeoH. 
When tyrants scoorge, or demagognes embroil 
A land, or when the rabble's headlong rago 
Order transforms to anarchy and spoil. 
Deep-versed in man the philosophic sage 
Prepares with lenient band their freniy to 



"Tis he alone, whose comprehenstre 
From sitaaiion, temper, soil, and clima 
Explored » a nation's vcriout powers can bin 
And Tarions orders, in one form sublime 
Of policy, that midst the wrecks of time, 
Secore shall lift its head on high, nor fear 
Th' assault of foreign or domestic criuM, 
While ptiblic faith, and public lore sincere. 
And industry and law maintain their sway 

Enraptured by the hermit's strain, tho yooth 
Proceeds the path of Science to explore. 
And now, expanded to the beam of troth* 
New energies and charms unknown befoca 
His mind discloses : Fancy now no more 
Wantons on fickle pinion through the skiea; 
But, fix'd in aim, and conscious of her powar^ 
Aloft from cause to cause exulu to riae« 
Creation's blended stores arrangii^ as sha t&m. 

Nor love of novelty alone inspires 
Their laws and nice dependencies to aeaa; 
Far, mindfiil of the aids that life fe^nim. 
And of the senricea man owes to man. 
He meditates new arts on Nature's plan i 
The cold desponding breast of sloth to 
The flame ol iadnsugr and^gcnina fan* 



IdO THB MINSTREL. 

And emnladon't noble rage alarm. 
And the long honrt of toil and eolitad* to t 
Bnt the, who set on lire hie infant heart. 
And hll his dreams, and all hit wanderingt i 
And blessed, the Muse, and her celestial ait. 
Still cUim th' enthusiast's fond and 6ni regwrdU 
From Nature's beauties variously compared 
And variously combined, he learns to frama 
Those forms of bright perfection,* which the bard. 
While boundlens hopes and boundless viewa i 
Enamour'd consecrates to never-dying fama. 

Of late, whh cumbersome, though pumpooa 

Edwin would oft his flowery rhyme deface. 

Through ardour to adorn ; but Nature now 

To his experienced eye a modest gnlte 

Presents, where ornament the second place 

Holds, to intrinsic worth and just design 

Subservient still. Simplicity apace 

Tempers his rage .. he owns her charms divina, [liiia. 

And de.nrs th' ambigaoufiphraae, and lops the oawialdj 

Fain would I sing (much yet unanng remains) 

What sweet delirium o'er his bosom stole. 

When the great shepherd of the Mantuan plainat 

His deep majestic melody 'gan roll : 

Fain would I sing what transport storm'd hta Mml, 

How the red current throbb'd his veins along. 

When, like Pelides, bold beyond control. 

Without art graceful, without effort strong, (MNig. 

Homer raised high to Heaven the loud, th' iiapaBuM 

And how his lyre, thoagh rude her firat essajt. 

Now skill'd to soothe, to triumph, to complaia. 

Warbling at will through each harmonioua inaat. 

Was uught to modulate the anfnl •train, 

• IM kjUumkH PMiln, sad lbs I )f Momssi of atr JsAaa gfii*^ 



BOOK II. 



IM 



I fain would sing : but ah ! I itriva in Tain. 
Sighf from a breaking heart my Toice confomd 
With trembling ttep, to join yon weeping train 
I haste, where gleams foncreal glare aroond* 
And mix'd with ahriekt of woe, the knelle of doUk 

reeoond. 
Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn. 
The soft amusement of the vacant mind ! 
Ha sleeps in dust, and all the Moses monm. 
He, whom each virtue fired, each grace refined. 
Friend, teacher, pattern, darling ef mankind ! 
He sleeps in dust.* Ah, how shall I pursue 
My theme ! To heart-consuming grief resign'd. 
Here on his recent grave I fix my view. 
And pour my bitter tears. Ye flowery lays. 

Art thou, my Gregory, for ever fled ! 
And am I left to unavailing woe ! 
When fortune's storms aasail this weary head. 
Where cares long since have shed untimely i 
Ah, now for comfort whither shall I go ! 
No more thy toothing voice my anguish chaem t 
Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow. 
My hopes to cherish and allay my fears. 
Tie meet thai I should mourn : flow forth afrnh, 
my teait. 

e TM« aaceUMt peiwa 4M MMsalrM lbs Mik ef Fslnarr, 
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185 



ODE TO PEACE. 

I. 1. 
Peace, hemreB-detcended maid! whotepowtilUi 
From ancient darkueM eali'd the mom. 
Of jarrinf elements compoaed the noiee : 
When Chaot, from hit old dominioa torn. 
With all his bellowing throng. 
Far, far was hurl'd the void abyss along; 
And all the bright angelic choir 
To loftiest raptures toned the hearenly Ijre, 
Poar'd in load symphony th' impetuous stnia} 
And every fiery orb and planet sang. 
And wide through night's dark desolate domain 
Rebeonding long and deep the lays triumphaBt m 
1.2. 

Oh whither art thon fled, Satumian reigaf 
Roll round again, majestic years ! 
To break fell Tyranny's corroding chain. 
From Woe's wan cheek to wipe the bitt«r ttm. 
Ye years, again roll round ! 
Hark from afar what loud tumnltnous sooad. 
While echoes sweep the winding vales. 
Swells full along the plains, and loads the galea* 
Murder deep-roused, with the wild whirlwind's ] 
And roar of tempest, from her cavern springs. 
Her tangled serpents girds around her waist. 
Smiles ghastty.stcm, and shakes her gora-diidlliaf 
wings. 

1.3. 

Fierce np the yielding skies 
The shoals redoubling rise : 
Earth sb«ddeTS at the dreadful 



ODE TO PEACB. 



186 



TorrenU, that from yon promontory's 
Dath'd furious down in desperate 
Heard from afar amid the lonely night 
That oft have led the wanderer right. 
Are silent at the noise. 
The mighty ocean's more miJMtie Toiet 
Drown'd in superior din is heard ao mora ; 
The surge in silence sweeps along the foaay 

II. 1. 

The bloody banner streaming in the tax 
Seen on yon skymix'd mountain's brow. 
The mingling multitudes, the madding car 
Pouring impetuous on the plain below. 
War's dreadful lord proclaim. 
Bursts out by frequent fiu th' expaniive flams. 
Whirl'd in tempestuous eddies flies 
The surging smoke o'er all the darkeaM tklea. 
The cheerful face of heaven ao more is seen. 
Fades the mom's vivid blush to deadly ptle^ 
The bat flits transient o'er the dosky green 
Night's shrieking birds along the toUeatwil^bt I 

• II. 2. 



Involv'd in fire>streak'd gloom the car c 
The mangled steeds grim Terror gnidet. 
His forehead writhed to a relentless frown* 
Aloft the angry power of battles rides : 
Orasp'd in his mighty hand 
A mace tremendous desolates the land ; 
Thunders the turret down the steep. 
The mountain shrinks before its wastefal tweap | 
Chill horror the dissolving limbs invades ; 
Smit by the blasting lightning of his eyes, 
A bloated paleness beauty's bloom o'ertprMds« 
Fades every flowery field, and every ▼erdora diw. 



J 



ODB TO PBACB. U? 

U.S. 

How tUrtlod Phrensy »Urei» 
Bristling her ragged hairal 
RcTenge the gory fragment gnaws; 
See, with iMr griping vnlture-cUwt 
Imprinted deep, ehe rands the opening wooad 1 
Hmtred her torch blae streaming tos ses ronad ; 
The shrieks of agony and clang of arms 
Re-ocho to the fierce alarms 
Her tramp terrific blows. 
Disparting from behind, the donds disclose 
Of kingly gettnra a gigantic form. 
That with his scourge sublime directs the whirliag 
storm. 

III. I. 

Ambition, outside fair! within mora foul 
Than fellest fiend from Tartarus sprung. 
In caverns hatch'd, whera the fierce torrentt roll 
Of Phlegethon, the burning banks along. 
Yon naked waste survey ; 
Whera late was heard the flute's mellifluous lay ; 
Whera late the rosy>bosom'd Houn 
In loose array danced lightly o'er the flowen ; 
Whera late the shepherd told his tender tale : 
And, waked by the sofvmnrmnring breese of mom. 
The voice of cheerful labour fill'd the dale ; 
And dove eyed Plenty smiled, and wavM her libenl 
horn. 

III. a. 

Ton ruins sable from the wasting flam« 
But mark the once resplendent dome ; 
The frequent corse obstracu the sullen stream. 
And ghosu glara horrid from the sylvan gloom. ' 
How sadly silent all ! 

Save whera ont^tratch'd beneath yoa hangiag wall 
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18B 



ODE TO PEACB. 



Pale Famine moans with feeble bnftth. 
And torture yelU, and grinds herbl<wdj %mA^ 
Though vain the Muse, and ever/ melUng lay 
To touch thy heart, onoonscioiis of remona! 
Know, monsUr, know, thy boar !• on iIm wiij« 
I see, i teethe years begin their mighty mmnm, 

III. a 

What scenes of glory rise 
Before my daszled eyes! 
Yonn^ Z(*phyrs wave their vantOB wfmgh 
And melody celestial rings : 
Along the lilied lawn the aynphs advaaea* 
Flash 'd with love's bloom, and range tha 

dauce : 
The gladsome shepherds on the monntaia-dda 
Array'd io all their rural pride 
Exalt the festive note, « 

Inviting Echo from her inmost grot— 
But ah ! the landscape glows with fainter light« 
It darkens, swims, and flies for ever from my 

IV. 1. 

Illusions vain ! Can sacred Peace retidt 
Where sordid gold the breast alarms. 
Where cruelly inflames the eye of Pride^ 
And Grandeur wantons in soft Pleasaxa^ umtf 
Ambition ! these are thine : 
These from the soul erase the form divine ; 
These qncuch the animating fire. 
That warms the bosom with subline deeirt. 
Thence the relentless heart forgets to feel. 
Hate rides tremendous on th' o'erwhelmiag btw^ 
And midnight Rancour graspe the eniel steaU 
Blase the funereal flames, and sowmI tha ihifaH 
of Woe. 



ODE TO PBACB. 
IV. 2. 



180 



From Albion fled, thj oncebelored retrtat. 
What region brightens in thj ftmile. 
Creative Peace, and underneath thy feet 
Sees sudden flowers adorn the ragged mU f 
In bkak Siberia blow*, 
flaked bj thj genial breath, the balaiy lOM f 
Wave4 ^'^^ ^y *^7 ^H^ wand 
Does life infonn fell Lybia's burning sandt 
Or does some isle thy parting flight detain^ 
Where roves the Indian through primeval shidat t 
Haunts the pure pleasures of the woodland rtign. 
And, led by reason's ray, the path of Nature tiendtf 

IV. 3. 
On Cuba's utmost steep* 
Far leaning o'er the deep 
The goddess' pensive form was seen. 
Her robe of Nature's varied green 
Waved on the gale : grief dimm'd her nMHwl «JM» 
Her swelling bosom heaved with boding ttgbsi 
She eyed the main ; where, gaining on the yri&w. 
Emerging from th' ethereal blue, 
'Midst the dread pomp of war 
Gleam'd the Iberian streamer from atar. 
She saw; and on refulgent pinions borne 
Slow wing'd her way sublime, and mingled with the 



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TRIUMPH OP MBLANCHOLT. 1»1 

It tiUt, O life, it tktt thy boasted prime t 
Ami doee thj epring no happier prospect jieldt 
Wbj gilds the vernal son thy gaudj dime. 
When nipping mildews waste the flowery field 

How memory pains ! Let some gay theme begoilt 
The mnaing mind, and soothe to soft delight 
Ye images of woe, no more reeoil ; 
Be life't past seenes wrapt in oblirione night. 

Now when fleree Winter, arm'd with wastefol pow«r» 
HeaTes the wild deep that thunders from afar. 
How sweet to sit in Uiis seqnester'd bower. 
To hear, and bat to hear, die mingling war' 

Ambition here displays no gilded toy 
That tempu on desperate wing the sonl to rise. 
Nor Pleasure's flower-embroider'd paths deeoy. 
Nor Anguish lurks in Grandeur's gay disguise. 

Oft has Contentment cheer*d this lone abode 
With the mild languish of her smiling eye ; 
Here Health hfs oft in blushing beauty gloVd, 
WhiU loose<ffobed Quiet stood enamour'd by. 

E'en the storm lulls to more profound repoat : 
The storm these humble walls assails in Tain ; 
Screen'd is the lily when the whirlwind blows. 
While the oak's sutely ruin strews the plain. 

Blow on, ye winds ! Thine, Winter, be the aUas, 
Rol the old ocean, and the «ales lay waatc: 
, Nature thy momentary rage defies ; 
To her relief the gentler seasons haste. 

Throned in her emerald-car see Spring appearl 
(As Fancy wills the landscape starts to view) 
Her emerald-car the youthful Zephyrs bear, 
Fanniag her boeom with their pinions Una. 



Diit will all natur • j<i 
Say, can yc checi pal 
Or dry tbo tears that 

Will je OIK) traDtie; 
'Cross the dark cell w, 
To ease tired Disappo: 
Will all joar atoret of 

When frll Opprvuifl 
PfO» Want'p wtak <ra 
Can ja allay the heart 
Whose faaiiah'd child c 

For ah ( thj reign, 0| 
Who from the shivering 

Who imy*tiimoucb trj^U 
£ar»tiD^ ihe lies of tov« 

O y*, to Fl*a*ort vho 
As loose in Liutory's clai 
O yet let pity in year bre 
And learn to melt at Mil 

Bat hop'st thoo, Mase, 
With the weak Impalse o 
HopV thou to soften Pri 
When Errors bright eaai 

Then cease the theme. 
Thy weeping eye, nor fai 
Thy haontt, alM I no gle( 
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OP MELANCHOLY. Ifli 

Yet f«in the mind its anguish would fore ff o ■ 
Spread thru, historic Muse, thy pictured scroll; 
Bid thy great iicenes in all their splendour glow^ 
And swell lo thouigKt sublime th' exalted touL 

What ttitii|;iiti^ pnmps rush boundless on the gan! 
What ^alLht n*vjrt ride the heaving erp' 
What glittering; towns x^ir d^utl wrapi tmret* raiM' 
What bulwarks frown hornllc oVr the H^ep 

Bristling with spears, and bright with bumiah'd 

ShiflJSy 

Th* ciSik'aitlcd Ifz rtitt stretch their long array ; 
DtflCordV reti tnrr]»^ a4 fivtct: she scours the 6cldty 
With bUii.^dy tmeiur* stains the face of day. 

And now the hosts in silence wait the sign. 
Bow keen their looks whom Liberty inspires 1 
Quick as the goddeu darts along the line,. 
Each breast ijiip^iun^t hutm wuh m>blc fires. 

Her furm how ^^cefiil ! In her lofty mien 
The smilDt oi Love nam Witih^m'f frowii eoattol; 
Her ff arIrM C3e de^trminrj u^igK srrcntt 
Speaks the ^reat pnqio^e, aud th' UDcanquered §omL 

Mark* mh^re AmliiUiHi leads the adverse band^ 
Each feature fierce and hajigard, as with pain! 
With tiicnace loud he cne*. w jlt; from itu hand 
lie vainly strives to "Ai^e tlii: cfiifiMn sl4Ja. 

Lo, at hi^ rail. itr.prtuouA ax iho storms. 
Headlong to deed* of dcuth the ho»ti> are driT6Q^ 
Hatred to madurss wrought each face deforms, 
Mounts the hiack whir wju^Ji, ud involves the htavMl. 

Now, Virtue, now thy powerful socconr lend. 
Shield them for Liberty who dare to die — 
Ab Liberty! will none thy cause befriend? 
Am tbeta tkj toai, thy generooa aooM, that if f 

K 



194 THE TRIUMPH 

Not Virtue's self, when Heaven its aid dmiiM^ 
Can brace the loosen'd nerves, or warm the heutj 
Not Virtue's self can siill the burst of sigha. 
When festers in the soul Misforiune'a dart. 

See, where by heaveu-bred terror all dismayed 
The scattering legions pour along the plain. 
Ambition's car with bloody spoils array'd 
Hews its broad way, as Vengeance guides the reia. 

But who is he, that by yon lonely brook 
With woods u'erhung and precipices rude,* 
Abandon'd lies, and with undaunted look 
Sees streaming from his breast the puiple flood? 

Ah, Brutus ! ever thine be Virtue's tear! 
Lo, his dim eyes to Liberty he turns. 
As scarce supported on her broken spear 
O'er her expiring son the goddess ccourns. 

Loose to the wind her aaure mantle Oies, 
From licr dishevell'd locks she rends the plume} 
Mo lustre lightens in her weeping eycs» 
And on her tear suiu'd cheek no rosea bloom. 

Meanwhile the world. Ambition, owns thy twaj* 
Fame's loudest trumpet labours iu thy praise } 
For thee the Muse awaken her sweetest lay. 
And flattery bids for thcc her iiltars blaze. 

Nor in life's lofty hustling sphere alone. 
The sphere where roonarchs and where heroes toll^ 
Sink Virtue's sons brneath Minfortune^i frown. 
While Guilt's thrill'd bosom leaps at Pleasure's 

Full oft, where Solitude and Silence dwell 
Far, far remote amid the lowly pHin, 
Resounds the voice of Woe from Virtue's cell. 
Such is man's doom, and Pity weeps in vain. 

• Iscb, scMeiinff li» Plutarch, was the sc«w aT Sralis^ 



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OF MELANCHOLY. Uft 

Still grief recoils — How rainly have I ■trort 
Thy power, O Melancholy, to withstand ! 
Tired I aabmit ; but yet, O yet remove. 
Or eaae the pressure of thy heavy hand. 

Yet for awhile let the bewildcr'd tonl 
Find in society relief from woe; 
O yield awhile to Friendship's soft control ; 
Some respite. Friendship, wilt thou not bestow t 

Com e, then, Philander ! for thy lofty mind 
Looks down from far on all that charms the great : 
For thou canst bear, unshaken and resigned. 
The brightest smiles, the blackest frowns of Fate i 

Come thou^ whose love unlimited, sinceie. 
Nor faction cools, nor injury destroys; 
Who Icnd'st to Misery's moans a pitying car. 
And feei'st with eottasy another's joys : 

Who know'st man's frailty ; with a favouring tyt. 
And melting heart, bebold'st a brother's fall; 
Who, unenslaved by custom's narrow tie. 
With manly freedom foUow'st reason's calL 

And bring thy Delia, softly smiling fur. 
Whose spotless soul no sordid thoughts deform ; 
Her accents mild would still each throbbing cava. 
And harmonize the thunder of the storm : 

Though blest with wisdom and with wit re&ned i 
She courts not homage, nor desires to shine ; 
In her each sentiment sublime is joln'd 
To female sweetness, and a form divine. 

Come, and dispel the deep-surrounding ahada t 
Let chasten'd mirth the social hours employ ; 
O catch the swift wing'd hour before 'tie flad, 
Oa awiftaat pinion fliot the hour of iof . 



196 



TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY. 



Even while the careleM diteacumber'd aoul 
Distolving sinks lo joy's obliiriout dreamy 
Even then to time's tremendous verge we roM 
With ha»te impetuous down life's surgy i 

Can faiiFty iheTKoiihM years restore. 
Or on the uiihcriDg limhi tresh beauty si 
Or soothe the sad nevitabL'^ houfp 
Or cheer the dark dark mansions of the i 



Still sound the solemn knoll in fancy's ear. 
That call'd Clcora tu the silent tomb; 
To her how jocund roll'd the sprightly year! 
How shone the nymph in beauty's brightest 



Ati Beauty's Unom avails not in the graYC^ 
YoqiL\ lofty mka^ nor agq^a awful grace ; 
M mldrr imknown ih^ mun^rch atad the sUve, 
Whclin'd 311 h eDorDtoiiB Mh-rcck DJf human race. 

The thought AK'd partraliure, the breathing Im 
The arch with prfiiid mrmnriaU array 'd. 
The long lived pvramid «ha litik in dust, 
'ia dum (ihlivionV ever-dctrK shade. 

Fancy from comfort wanders still astray. 
Ah, Melancholy ! how I feel thy power! 
Long have 1 labour'd to elude thy sway ! 
B "U* caaiLg^ for I resist no more. 

Th(5 tTavr];)cr ihn*, that o'er the midnight 
Thrniiih many a lanciome path is dooni'd to 
'Wilder'd and wfary sits him down at last ; 
For long the night, and distant far his hooM. 



191 



EPITAPH 



ON 



KlOAPED the gUom of mortal 11 Tr* • tool 
Ilerelearet its monlderiDg rcnement of claj» 
8afe» where no earcl Ijeir whe miD|^ billows IpU^ 
Ha d^ubo iKwildtr^ lad no hop« betray. 

Lj^p thw, I onca harr; ttemm'd the tea of lilt | 
Like the«, have laa^tuith'd aficr empty jtiys 
Like thee, have labour'd in the ftnrnaj itrif« 
Been grieved for triflea, and amused with toya. 

Yet for awhile 'gainst rassio^nV thnaifdilbiMt 
Lft sieady ReiitDa uri|c ih.c Ftri]|^|;lLii|[ oar 
ShoJl tlirough hft ditf'ATy loom the marti at ImI 
Gives to thy longing eye thf hiiisful sbore. 

Forget my frailties, thou art also frail ; 
Fo^ive my lapses, for thyself may'st fall | 
Kor read unmoved my artleas tender tale, 
I waa a fnend, O man, to thee, lo all 



Of two broliii'i 
Who DM tho 
Both unfortunalcl 
The one in his xi 
Their diiconsioh 
Erecu this mo 
These 
Whose ea 
CoeommoD com 
And singular 

O then! whose steps 
These lone dominions c 
On this ssd stone • pion 
Nor UDia»nic4£d rei,d tl 
And while the sigh of so 
Ltt each nhi III us mnrt 
Heaven's hidden ways to 
Heaven's wise decrees h( 
Pure from the stains of a 
In early hloom of life, th 
Not doom'*l in lingering ' 
Ofle momcAt *natc!/d tifc 
They lived united, and ui 
Happy the friends, whoa 

• larnvad oa a tnmlk^tm 

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t MaaMd UUch. whs wm Sioi 



199 



ELEGY. 

Tired with the baty crowdt, that all the day 
Impatient throug where Folly's altar* flanM, 
My languid powers dissolve with quick deca/« 
Till genial Sleep repair the sinking frame. 

Hail, kind reviver ! that canst lull the caret. 
And every weary sen«e compose to rest. 
Lighten th' oppressive load which lanieaish 1 
And warm with hope the cold desponding breast. 

Touch 'd b> thy rod, from Power's majestic brow 
Drops the gay plume; he pine^ a lowly clown; 
And on the cold earth strctch'd the son of Woe 
QuaSs Pleasure's draught, and wears a faneied 



When roused by titee, on boundlcsi pinions 
Fancy to fairy scenes exults to rove. 
Now scales the cliff gay gleaming on the mom. 
Now sad and silent treads the deepening grove } 

Or sktmt the main, and listens to the storma, 
Marks the long waves roll far remote away ; 
Or mingling with ten thousand glittering fonni. 
Floats on the gale, and basks in purest day. 

Haply, ere long, pierced by the howling blut. 
Through dark and pathless deseru I shall roam. 
Plunge down th' unfdthoui'd deep, or ahrink aghail 
Where bursts the shrieking apectro from the tomb t 

Perhaps loose Luxury's enchanting smile 
Shall lure my steps to some romantic dale. 
Where Mirth's light freaks th' unheeded hotmbcflOt 
And airs of rapture warhle in the gale. 



200 SONG. 

Instnietive emblem of thi« mortal Rtatel 
Where scenes m variou* every hour arise 
In iwift •nrcesftion, which the hand of Pat« 
Pr^tcnu, then snatches from our wondering tjw^ 

Be taught, vain roan, how fleeting all thy joys. 
Thy boanted grandeur, and thy glittering atora; 
4)eath comes and all thy fancied hlias destroys. 
Quick as a dream it fades, and is no more. 

And, sons of Sorrow ! though the threatening 
Of ansiry Fortune overhang awhile. 
Let not her frowns yoar inward peace deform ; 
Soon happier days in happier climes shall smile. 

Through Earth's throng'd visions while we toM 
Ti* tumult all, and rage, and restless atrife ; 
But these shall vanish liiie the dreams of 
When Death awakea us to immortal life* 



SONG, 
m IMITATION or 
8kak$p$are't 'Blow, hlojy, thorn witim 
Blew, blow, thou vernal gale! 
Thy balm will not avail 
To case my aching breast ; 
Though thou the billowa smooth^ 
Thy murmurs cannot soothe 
My weary soul to rest. 
Flow, flow, thon tuneful ttrMmi 
infuse the easy dream 
Into the peaceful soul ; 
But thou canst not compoM 
The tumult of my woes, 
Thoogh soft thy wateifl ratt* 



RlfriRKMENT. 

Bl«th, blash, ye fairest flowml 
Bctati«ii ii^rpaiitiii^ yoan 

Kof ii the Winter"! blast 
That lays your stories waste p 
So kiltjDg ai her scorn. 
Br^athf , bf«Athe, ye tender li^ 
That Im^^r down t^« maae 
Of yonder winding grove; 
O let your soft control 
Bend her relenting soul 
To pity and to love. 

Fade, fade, ye flowrets fair I 
Gales, fan no more the air ! 
Ye Btrvaoii forget to glide ! 
Be Imtb'd^ eai;h veraa] ttrais; 
Slatv bogf fat cilq footbe mj | 
Hot iD=iJgi,ic her phdo. 



RETIREMENT. 

17M. 

WftSN in the crimson dond of air«i 

The lingering light decays. 

And Hesper on the front of HemviB 

His glittering gem displays ; 

Deep in the silent vale, unseen. 

Beside a lulliug ktream, 

4 pensive vnutfa, of pUcid mien, 

tndbigpd thti tcndtr theme. 

Ye eLiffi, la hoary gnDUenrpOwl 
High o*er the gllmniering dale; 
Ya woods, Along whone wmdmi* wIM 
Mnnnors the solemn gale : 
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m RBTIREMBNT. 

Where Melancholy vtrayt forlom^ 
And Woe retires to weep* 
What time the wan Moon's ycUow 
Gleams on the western deep : 



' To yoa» ye wastes, whose artleta 

Ke'er drew ambition's eye, 

'Scaped a tumaltuous world's alarms. 

To your retreats I fly. 

Deep in your most seqaester'd bower 

Let me at last recline. 

Where Solitude, mild, modest power^ 

Leans on her iry*d shrine. 

' How shall I woo thee, matchless fair I 

Thy heavenly smile how win? 

Thy smile that smooths the brow d Cmn, 

And stills the storm within. 

O wilt thoa to thy favourite grOTe 

Thine ardent votary bring. 

And bless his hoars, and bid them mov* 

Serene, on silent wing f 



< Oft let Remembrance soothe his 
With dreams of former days. 
When in the lap of Peace reclined 
He framed bis infant lays ; 
When Fancy roved at Urge, nor Cwe 
Nor cold Distrust alarm'd, 
Nnr Envy with malignant glare 
His simple yonth had harm'd. 

' *rwas then, O Solitude ! to thee 
His early vows were paid. 
From heart sincere, and waim, and fimb 
Devoted to the shade. 



RBTIRBMENT. 

▲h why did Pate hit scr|w dMoy 
In ttormy paths to roam. 
Remote from all congenial joy U 
O take the wanderer home. 



' Thy thades, thy tilence now be i 
Thy charms my only theme ; 
My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pins 
Waves o'er the gloomy stream. 
Whence the scared owl on pinions gimy 
Breaks from the rustling boughta 
And down the lone vale sails away 
To more profound repose. 

* O, while to thre the woodland poun 

Its wildly warbling song. 

And balmy from the bank of floweit 

The Zephyr breathes along; 

Let no rude sound invade from fur, 

No vagrant foot be nigh. 

No ray fom Grandeur's gilded car 

Plash on the startled eye. 

' But if some pilgrim through the glad* 

Thy hallowM bowers explore* 

O guard from harm his hoary head. 

And listen to his lore ; 

For he of joys divine shall tell. 

That wean from earthly woe. 

And triumph o'er the mighty spell 

That chains his heart below. 

' For me, no more the path invitet 
Ambition loves to tread ; 
No more I climb those toiUoaa keighli^ 
By goilefol Hope misled ; 



/T« 



SOi KLRGY. 

Leaps my fond Buttering heart no i 
To Mirth's enlivening strain ; 
For present pleasure soon is o'«r» 
And all the past is vain/ 



BLEOY, 
ffritUn in the Year 1 756. 

8TILL shall unthinking man substantial deem 

The forms that fleet through life's deceitful dreamt 

Till at some stroke of Pate the vision flies. 

And sad realities in proxpect rise ; 

And, from el^stan slumbers rudely torn* 

The startled soul awakes, to think and monm. 

O ye, whose hours in jocund train advanee^ 
Whose spirits lo the song of gladness dance. 
Who flowery ptains in endless pomp survey. 
Glittering in beams of visiunary day; 
O, yet while Fate delays th* impending woe. 
Be routed to thought, anticipate the blow ; 
Lest, like the lightning's glance, the sudden ill 
Flash to contound, and penetrate to kill \ 
Lest, thus encompass'd with funereal gloom. 
Like me, ye bend o*ersome untimely lomh. 
Pour your wild ravings in Night's frighted ear» 
And half pronounce Heaven's sacred doom sever*. 

Wise, b«»auteous, good ! O every grace combinfed» 
That charms the eye, or captivates the mind! 
Fresh as the floweret opening on the mom. 
Whose leaves bright drops of liquid pearl adorn 1 
Sweet as the downy<pinion'd gale, that rovat 
To gather fragrance in Arabian groyes! 
Mild as the melodies at dose of day. 
That heard remota along the vale decay I 



ULEGY. SOS 

Yety why with theM compared f What tinta to ftiMf 
What sweetneM, mildnena, can be niatch'd with thvMf 
Why roam abroadU ftioce recollection trae 
Rritores the lovely form to Fancy's view ; 
Still let me gaie, and every care begnilef 
Oaee on that cheek » where all the Gracea amile; 
That aoul -expressing eye, beni^ly bright. 
Where Meekness beams ineffable delight; 
That brow, where Wisdom aits enthroned semM, 
Each feature forms, and dignifies the mien ; 
Still let me listen, while her words impart 
The sweet effusions of the blameless heart. 
Till all my soul, each tumult charm'd away. 
Yields, gently led, to Virtue's easy sway. 

Uy thee inspired, O Virtue, ago is yonng, 
A nd music warbles from the faltering tongue s 
Thy ray creative cheers the clouded brow, 
Aud decks the faded cheek with rosy glow. 
Brightens the joyless aspect, and supplies 
Pure heavenly lustre to the languid eyes: 
But when youth's living bloom reflects thy beuBS, 
llesistless on the view the glory streams. 
Love, wonder, joy, alccniately alarm. 
And beauty dazzles with angelic charm. 

Ah, whither fled ! yc dear illusions, stay! 
Lo, pale and silent lies the lovely clay. 
How are the mscs on that check decay'd. 
Which late (he purple light of youth display'd ! 
liealth on her form each sprightly grace bestow'd s 
With life and thought each speaking feature glow'4. 
Fair was the blossom, soft the vernal sky ; 
Klate with hope wc decm'd no tempest nigh s 
When lo, a whirlwind's in«tantancous gust 
Left all lU beauties withering in the dost. 

Cold the soft hand, that sooth'd Woe's weary bMd! 
And qnsnch'd the eye, the pitying tear that shed I 



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tM ELEGY. 

And mnte the voic«, whoM pleating acecBtt ■>• > • » 
Infosing balm, into the rankled souU 

O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power. 
And tparc the idle weed, yet lop the flower t 
Why fiy thy shafts in lawless error drivent 
Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven t 
But peace, bold thought! be still, my borstiog biMit* 
We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart. 

Escaped the dungeon, does the slave complain* 
Nor bleRs the friendly hand that broke the chauit 
Say, oines not Virtue for the lingering mom. 
On this dark wild condemned to roam forlorn 1 
Where Reason's meteor-rays, with sickly glow. 
O'er tlie dun gloom a dreadful glimmering throw ; 
Disclosing dubious to th* affrighted eye 
O'crwhelming mountains tottering from on high» 
Black billowy deeps in storms perpetual toas'd. 
And weary ways in wildcriog labyrinths loat 
O happy stroke, that burst the bonds of clay. 
Darts through the rending gloom the blase of day* 
And wings the soul with boundless flight to sowr. 
Where dangers threat and fears alarm no more. 

Transporting thought I here let me wipe away 
The tear of Grief, and wake a bolder lay. 
But ah ! the swimming eye o'erflowt anew ^ 
Nor check the sacred drops to Pity due ; 
Ijo, where in speechless, hopeless anguiah, bead 
O'er her loved dust, the parent, brother, friend! 
How vain the hope of man! but cease thy atraiBf 
Nor sorrow's dread solemnity profane ; 
Mix'd with yon drooping moumers, on h«r biiv 
In silence shed the aympathetic tew. 



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ODE TO HOPS. 

1. 1. 
O THOO, who gladd'st the pensive tool. 
More than Aarora't tmile the twain fodom^ 
Left all night long to monm 
Where desolation frowns, and tempeata bowlj 
And ahrieki of woe, at intermit* the ttorm, 
Far o'er the monttront wildernett retonnd. 
And 'crott the gloom daru many a thapeleta foni# 
And many a fire eyed vitage glaret around. 
O cooM, and be once more my gnett : 
Come, for thoa oft thy tuppliant't tow hi 
And oft with smilet indulgent checr'd 
And tooth*d him into rett. 

I. 2. 

Smit by thy raptnre-beaming eye 

Deep flashing through the midnight of their i 

The table bandt combined. 

Where Pear't black banner bloatt the troubled ikj 

Appaird retire. Suspicion bidet her head. 

Nor daret th' obliquely gleaming eye>baU raiat; 

Despair, with gorgon figured veil o'ertpread. 

Speeds to dark Phlegethon's detested maac. 

Lo, surtled at the hf^avenly ray. 

With speed unwonted Indolence upspringt^ 

And, heaving, lifts her. leaden wings. 

And sullen glides away : 



Ten thoucand forms, by pining Fancy ▼itw'ld^ 
Dissolve. — Above the sparkling flood 
When Phoebus rears his awful brow. 
From lengthening lawn and valley lav 



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906 ODK TO HOPB. 

The troops of fe • orn mhiB retire. 

Along the plnia 

The joyous twain 

Eyet the. gay villages again. 

And gold-illumined tpire ; 

While on the billowy ether borne 

Floats the loose lay's jovial roeasare ; 

And light along the fairy Pleasure, 

Her green robes glittering to the mora. 

Wantons on silken wing. And goblint til 

To the damp dungeon shrink, or hoary hall; 

Or westward, with impetuoua flight. 

Shoot to the desert realms of their congenial 

II. 1. 

When first on childhood's eager gaae 

I^ife's varied landscape, stretch'd immense anmud* 

Starts out of night profound. 

Thy voice iucitcs to tempt th' nntrodden niSM. 

Fond he surveys thy mild maternal fatu. 

His bashful eye still kindling as he views. 

And, while thy lenient arm supports hispaee. 

With beating heart the upland path pursues t 

The path that leads, where, hung sublime. 

And seen afar, youth's gallant trophies, bright 

In Fancy's rainbow ray, invite 

His wingy nerves to climb. 

II. 3. 
Pursue thy pleasurable way. 
Safe ID tlie guidance of thy heavenly guards 
While melting airs are heard. 
And »ofievcd chcrub-forms around thee playt 
Simpliciry, in careless flowers array'df 
Prttitling aiuusive in his accent meek; 
And Modesty, half turning as afraid. 
The smile just dimpling on his glowing cheek! 



ODE TO HOPE. 

Content and Leisure, hand in hand 

With Innocence and Peace, advance, and tiag} 

And Mirthr in inany a mazy ring, 

Priakt o'er the flowery land. 

11.3. 
Frail man, how varioat is thy lot below ! 
To-day though gales propitious blow. 
And Peace soft gliding down the sky 
Lead lx>ve along, and Harmony, 
To-morrow the gay scene deforma ; 
Then all around 
The thunder's sound 

Rolls rattling on through Heaven's profound. 
And down rush all the storm«. 
Ye days, that balmy influence shed. 
When sweet childhood, ever sprightly. 
In paths of pleasure sported lightly. 
Whither, ah whither are ye fled ? 
Ye cherub train, that brought him on bis wny» 
O leave him not 'midst tumult and dismay; 
For now youth's eminence he gains : 
But what a weary length of lingering toil remniiM 

in. 1. 

They shrink, they vanish into air. 

Now Slander taints with pestilence the gale ; 

And mingling cries assail. 

The wail of Woe, and groan of grim Despair. 

Lo, wizard Envy from his serpent eye 

Darts quick destruction in e4ch baleful glanci 

Pride smiling stern, and yellow Jealousy, 

Frowning Disdain, and haggard Hate advance; 

Behold, amidst the dire array. 

Pale wither'd Care his giant-statnre reaia* 

And lo, his iron hand prepares 

To grasp iu feeble prey. 



810 



ODE TO HOPE. 



HI. 2. 

W'ho DOW will giimrd bewilder**! youth 
Safe from the fierce asMult of hoetilo rag*? 
Such war can Virtue wage. 
Virtue, that h^t,n thd taered shield of Truth f 
Alas ! full oft tm GuiU'i vjctoriaut at 
The spoils of Virtue ire tn [riuniph borne; 
While the air captiv#piDar1[''d whh manj a 
In Uo^ oUcmuy, oppr«»*d> ferloni. 
Resigns to tear^ her angfl torm. 
IlUfatrd j^(iuih,tWd whither wiU thou fly? 
No friend T, no ali titer now is nigh. 
And onward rolls the storm. 

III. 3. 

But whence the suvlden beam that shooU aloQgf 
Why shrink aghsstthe hostile tbrongt 
Lit, fniii miiMtM Jitlltciidn'i night 
Hope bursts all radiant on the sight: 
Her word4 the troubled bosom soothe. 

Why thqtdistnay^d? 
Thou^'i] foc»isivadpj 
Hope nc-'er is wanting to their aid. 
Who read the path of truth. 
'Ti w u atijiju-ih the nigged way, 
1, *ha cldAc thr eyct <>f Sorrow^ 
And with ^Ud vision* of to-morrow 
R'^paJr the W'eary wouVm drca^. 
Whfo BcAihVctfld touch 111 r^ lie to the freedng 
DrcaiEisof IJcavetrsopeQing glaries I impart. 
Till the freed spirit sprtng^ «n high 
In rapture too seven for w«ak mortality.' 



211 



PYGM^O-GERANO-MACHIA: 



BATTLE OF THE PYGMIES AND CRANS8. 



FROM THE LATIN OP ADBISON. 



The pygmy-people, and the fcather'd train. 
Mingling in mortal combat on the plain, 
I ting. Ye Muses, favour my designs. 
Lead on my squadrons, and arrange the lines: 
The flashin;^ swords and fluttering wings displajr. 
And long bills nibbling in the bloody fray ; 
Cr«nes darting with disdain on tiny foes. 
Conflicting birds and men, and war's unnumbered n 

The wars and woes of heroes six feet long 
Have oft resounded in Pierian soni;. 
Who has not heard of Colchos' golden fleece. 
And Argo mann'd with all the flower of Greece? 
Of Thebes' fell brethren, Theseus stem of face. 
And Peleus' son nnrivall'd in the race, 
Eneas, founder of the Roman line. 
And William, glorinus on the banks of Boynet 
Who has not leamM to weep at Poropey'a wqptj 
And over Blackmore's epic page to doze ? 
'TIS I, who dare attempt unusual strains 
Of hosts unsung, and unfrequented plains ; 
The small shriH trump, and chiefs of little tim. 
And armies rushing down the darkenM skiet. 

Where India reddens to the early dawn, 
Wtnda a deep vale from vulgar eye witbdmwm t 
Bosom'd in groves the lowly region lies. 
And rocky moontains round the border riae. 



aw PYGMiEOGKRANO-MACHIA. 

Here, till the doom of fate its fall decreed* 
The empiiv fiourUh'd of the pygmy breed ; 
Here iDduttry perform'd, and Genius plann'd* 
And busy multitudes o'ertpread the land. 
But now to these long bounds if pilgrim stray, 
Teujpung through craggy clifis the desperate way* 
He findK the puny mansion fallen to earth. 
Its godiings mouldering on th' abandoned hearth ; 
Aud Ataris. where small white bones are spread aroimd, 
' Or litde footsteps lightly print the ground ;' 
While the proud crane her nest securely builds, 
Chatteriug amiJ the desolated fields. 

But (litTcrent fates befcl her hostile rage. 
While rcign'd, invincible through many an age. 
The dreaded pygmy : roused by war's alarms, 
Fortli rusiiM the madding mannikm to arms. 
Fierce to the field of death the hero flies; 
The taint crane fluttering flaps the ground, and dlMj 
And by the victor borne (o'erwhelming load I) 
With bloody bill loose-dangling marks the road. 
Aud ofi the %iily dwarf in a0*bush lay. 
And often made the callow young his prey ; 
With slaughtered victims heap*d his board, and smil'dy 
T' avenge the parent's trespass on the child. 
Oft, where his feather'd foe had rear'd her nett» 
And laid her eggs aud household gods to rest, 
Buruin^or blood, in terrible array. 
The eighteen inch militia burst their way; 
Aii wcut to wreck : the infant fneman fell. 
Whence scarce his chirping bill had broke theskelL 

Loud uproar hence, and rage of arms arose. 
And the fell rancour of encountering foes; 
Ueuce d waifs and cranes one general ha%«iC whelas^ 
And Death's grim visage scares the pygmy-raabas. 
Not half so furious biased the warlike fire 
Of mice, high theme of the Mcoaiaii lyre ^ 



PVGMiEO GERANO-MACHIA. 213 

When bold to battle march 'd th' accoaticd irogtp 
And tlie deep tunmlt Umtidrr'd through the bogt, 
Picrcrd bv iLr javf lin biiLru^th tin the shore 
Hcrt agODitwjS roll'd the mouse io gore; 
And ihcTf Ihc frog (a sceue full sad to see f) 
Shorn of one Irf , »low ipr^HTd along on three: 
He vaults no more with vi^ oroiis bops oti higb^ 
But mourns in hoarwat crt^ali bii estiny. 

And now the day of woe drew on apace, 
A day of woe to all (h* ^\piay r^ce* 
When dwarfs were daoni'd tbwt p«iiibeEi(>« vha Tain) 
To rue «ach broken egg, and chicken slain. 
For, roused i© ven^r-anee by repeated wrong, 
Frooj dUlSDt clijfieft Uic* long bil I'd Ifgiont tUmng: 
Fffim StrymdTi'i atf Cayvter'i |}laany mpadfi 
Atid fvni Qi fie yt {lift green itb nuthiig reedSj 
FrvfiL. wbtfTi; the 04ntitm n, ii>tlt rbrouf^K muiy t land. 
And MarcQtii laveillr Egj^ttian atrand. 
To Tendecvcut tlie> waft on eager wing, 
Acd wail atsf mbled the returning spring. 
Meanwhile they tnm their plumei for length of flighty 
Whet their keen beaks, and twi«tin)( claws, for fight; 
Each crane the jvyi^tiij^ [powirr in thought o'ertums, ^- 
And every b^mom for the b*itlfl bums. 

M'hen ^^esial ^4ilei the froten air unbind, 
Tlict ftcrrammg It^ioqi ^beel, and mount the wind ; 
Par in the sky they form Ihti l^ng array. 
And land and ocean stretch'd unmeuto survey 
Deep deep beneath; atid^ iriumphiai^ jn prJUe, 
With cIoimIi and windi cotTpQjiK'd LnnQajcnms ride; 
n^is wilil obit repe roil s fLlaugDur ajji, and heaven 
Whirls, in lomp^iitLiDm uiiiliiUtiait driven. 

Nor less ib* aUrm ibat ibttuk tbe worid below» 
Where snarch'd in pomp of war tl/ embattled to9 1 
Where manuikins with haughty step advaace. 
And grasp the shield, and couch the qoivering laaea : 

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214 PYGM^O-GERANO MACHIA. 

To right and left the lengthening line* they fonn. 
And rank'd in deep array avail the storm. 

High in the midst the chieftain-dwarf was Meii« 
Of giant stature, and imperial mien : 
Full twenty inches tall, he strode along. 
And view'd with lofty eye the wondering threng i 
And while with many a acar his visage frown'd. 
Bared his broad bosom, rough with many a woond 
Of beaks and claws, disclosing to their sight 
The glorious meed of high heroic might. 
For with insatiate vengeance he pursued. 
And never ending hate, the feathery brood. • 
l/nhappy they, confiding in the length 
Of horny beak, or talon's crooked strength, 
Who durst abide his rage ; the blade descenda. 
And from the panting trunk the pinion rends : 
Laid low in dust the pinion waves no more. 
The trunk disfigured stiffens in its guie. 
What hosts of heroes fell beneath his force! 
What heaps of chicken carnage mark'd hiscowwl 
How oft, O Strymon, thy lone banks along. 
Did wailing Echo waft the funeral song ! 

And now from far the mingling clamours riat» 
Loud and more loud rebounding through the skiea. 
From skirt to skirt of Heaven, with stormy sway, 
A cloud rolls on, and darkens all the day. 
Near and more near descends the dreadful shade. 
And now in battailous array display'd. 
On sounding wings, and screaming in their ire. 
The cranes rush onward, and the fight require. 
The pygmy warriors eye with fearless glare 
Tbe host thick swarming o'er the burthen'd air ; 
Thick swarming now, but to their native land 
Boom'd to return a scanty strag^ing band.— 
When sadden, darting down the depth of HeaTsa^ 
Fierce on th' expecting foe the cmaos are drivenf 



PYGMiBOGBRANOMACHIA. S16 

The kind*.ing frenzy every bosom warmt. 

The region echoes to the crash of arms : 

Loom feathers from th* encountering armies fly* 

And in careering whirlwinds mount the sky. 

To breathe from toil npsprings the panting craae» 

Then with fresh vigour downward darts again. 

Success in equal balance hovering hangs. 

Here, on the sharp spear, mad with mortal psngs* 

The bird transfixed in bloody vortex whirls, 

Yet fierce in death the threatening talon carls; 

There, while the life-blood bubbles from his woond. 

With little feet the pygmy beats the ground; 

Deep from his breast the short abort sob h(» drawt^ 

And, dying, curses the keen pointed claws. 

Trembles the thundering field, thick covered o'er 

With falchions, mangled wings, and streaming gore^ 

And pygmy arms, and beaks of ample size. 

And here a claw, and there a finger lies. 

Ear4>mpass*d round with heaps of slaughtered foot. 
All gnm in blood the pigmy champion glows. 
And on th' assailing host impetuous springs. 
Careless of nibbling bills, and flapping wings ; 
And 'nidst the tumult, whercsoe'er he tumsy 
The battle with redoubled fury bums ; 
Prom tv'ry side th' avenging cranes amain 
Throng, to o'erwhelm this terror of the plain. 
When suddenly (for such the will of Jove) 
A fowl enormous, sousing from above. 
The gallant chieftain clutch'd, and soaring high, 
(Sad chance of battle !) bore him np the sky. 
The cranes pursue, and clustering in a ring* 
Chatter triumphant round the captive king. 
Bat ah ! what pangs each pygmy bosom wrung. 
When, now to cranes a prey, on ulons hung. 
High in the clouds they saw their helpless lord. 
His wriggling form still lessening m he soared. 



316 PYGM^EOGERANOMACHIA. 

Lo! yet sgiiiir ^i^b nn Abated rt^. 
In mortal strife ihe miin|f:lini; hoiU eD|;«f«. . 
The crane with dbft^d bill m^taultt ttie foe^ 
Hovering ; the a wlierU atuft to 'scape the blow t 
The dwarf in 9D|^iti*h aim* th« vengeful wouid t 
Bat whirls in cmfity air i\m falclijou tomid, 

Snch was lUe ^c&n&t when ^mitlit the lotui alanat 
Sublime th' eternal ThmittcPT rose iu amu. 
When Briarens, by mid amt^iiiom driveiip 
Heaved Pelion hnge, and h^irl'd it Kif h »t Hoave^ 
Jove roll'd redoubling thundrn from an hi|;h( 
Mountains ami boUtencoEinterM in the iWy 
TJH one mLupcudmiii niin «helm''J the crew. 
Their vm^t limbs wpUrrinf v»idt in brimstone UiM. 

Bui n(j» ;»t Unph tlit* p "^'' ^f^'^'^f* yield. 
And win|[M wjiti t<jTfor fly the fatal field. 
Tbry raiic il «C4i1i and melancholy wail. 
All iniliftracitoii vearle^ing^ aVribe v:ilc. 
Prone on their routed ft^r the cranes dcseand ; 
Their bills bite Turians^ ami (beir ulon* rrtid : 
With unrflMiiing if« ih^y ufffl the chase, 
Swotn to «iiti-ni}mal# tlm hated race. 
T**a* tlms the pvgmy nstn*, once great in war» 
For spoils of ronqiierM criiief rcnown'd afar» 
Pcrish'd. Pi>r» by the drcid decree vi Heaveo, 
Sbon &i tite d»ttt lo earthly £Fan<icur givea. 
And vain re all au* iJi |Jt i to raam hey . ►nd 
Where f^t Uai flu^d Uis frvfrlaaling b^uladU 
Fallen arr Ui<3 tm|jhic4 of Ajtytlan power. 
And Ppraia't pr<»ud do minion u ii« more; 
Yi a. ihoujfh IP Uoih Au^icrior far ini fame. 
Thine empirr, LatiHio, i« an empty name. 

And now with lofty chiefii of ancient tiuM^ 
The pyginy hcrti^u ro^in lb' dpian diao. 
Or, ii balief to matroo tales be duo. 
Foil oft, in the bolotod ahopberd'a viov* 



THB HAUES. 9lt 

Their frisking forms, in gentle green nrray^d^ 
Oambol fecore amid the moonlight glade. 
Secure, for no alarming cranes molest. 
And all their woes in long oblivion rest : 
Down the deep Tale, and narrow winding way* 
They foot it featly, ranged in ringlets gay t 
Tie joy and frolic all, where'er they rore^ 
And Pkiiy-people is the name they love. 



THB HARB8. 



A FABLE. 

Tm, yes, I grant the sons of Karth 
Are doom'd to trouble from their Mrth. 
We all of Borrow have our share ; 
But say» is yours without compare? 
Look round the world ; perhaps yoa'll tei 
Bach individual of our kind 
Piets'd with an equal load of ill, 
Bqoal at least. Look further still. 
And own year lamentable case 
Is little short of happiness. 
In yonder hut that ttsnds alone 
Attend to Famine's feeble moan ; 
Or view the couch where Sidiness !!«•• 
Mark hb pale cheek, and languid ejres. 
His frame by strong convulsion torn. 
His straggling sighs, and looks forlorn. 
Or tee, transfix'd with keener pangs^ 
Where o'er his hoard the miser hangs; 
Whistles the wind ; he starts, he stares^ 
Nor Slomber's balmy blessing sharsa; 
Despair, Remorse, and Terror roll 
Thaiff teaipescs on his hamis'd so«L 
h 



218 THR HARES. 

But here perhaps it may avail 
T' «afoj-e« dtjr teuonlag mm a tale. 

Mild wttt ih^ mrtrfi tin* ikr serene. 
The J fill ly hnnnn^hand convene* 
The beai^le'i breast with ardotir bums. 
The bounding steed the chunpatgn sparas. 
And Fancy aft tlic guroo dftcH*** 
Through the hrvmd'«i no**», ind hmatsmm'aayMb 

Just then, a council of the hares 
Had met, on national affairs. 
The chiefs were set \ while o'er their he«d 
The furze its frizzled covering spread. 
Long lists of '^ricYAUcfi wcrv. hF^tdj 
And general diteontetit tppear'd, 
* Oar ar™!iL^«4 Tnrr "ihhll evpry fav9|;B 
Both qtiAiiritptfl and biptii ravaj^e f 
Shall horsrfi fionndt, imd hunters still 
0Dite their wits to work ui ill 
The yoathp his parent's sole delight. 
Whose tootn the dewy lawns inviiCp 
Whose pulse in every vein beats strong. 
Whose limbs leap light the vales along. 
May yet ere noontide meet his death. 
And lie ditmember'd on the hnth. 
For youth » alaj, nor caniitim «ga 
Nor strength, uar npced, rJadpA their rag*. 
In every field we meet the foe, 
Eo-ch ^nii; comti fraught with soanda of mom^ 
The morning but awakes our fears. 
The evening sees ui tuthed id tears. 
But muil we ever idly gricvtj^ 
Nor itrivfl our fnrtanei to relieve 7 
Small is each individual's force : 
To stratagem be our recourse ; 
And then, from all our tribes < 
Tb* murderer to his eott nay tad 



THE HARES. 919 

No foet are weak, whom Jastioe Tua, 
Whom Coneord leads, and Hatred warms. 
Be ronsed : or liberty acquire. 
Or in the great attempt expire/ 
He said no more» for in his breast 
Conflicting thoughu the voice suppicss'd : 
The fire ot veogeance seem'd to stream 
From his swoln eyeball's yellow ^aam. 

And now the tamolts of the war. 
Mingling confusedly from afar. 
Swell in the wind. Now louder cries 
Distinct of hounds and men arise. 
Forth from tne brake* with beating heaiC, 
Hi' assembled hares tumultuous starts 
And, every straining nerve on wing. 
Away preoipitately spring. 
The hunting oand, a signal given. 
Thick thundering o'er the plain are diivwi ; 
O'er cliff abrup*, and shrubby mound. 
And river Viroad, impetuous bound : 
Now plunge amid the forest shades, 
Olance througn the openings of the gladet ; 
Now o'er the level valley sweep. 
Now witii snort steps strain up the steep ; 
While backward from the hunter's eyes 
The landscape iike a torrent flies. 
At last an ancient wood they gain'd. 
By pruner's axe yet unprofaned. 
High o'er the rest, by Nature rear'd. 
The oak's majestic boughs appear'd : 
Beneath, a copse of various hue 
In barbarous luxuriance grew. 
No knife had curb'd the rambling spvays. 
No hand had wove th' implicit maae. 
The flowering thorn, self* taught to wiad* 
The hasel's stubborn stem intwioed, 
• Q 



no THK HARKS. 

And br»inbl« twigs were wreath'd urovod^ 

Aad rouglL fuTfo crept ^loDg the fraund. 
Henc (heitcrini; from the if^ns of martberr 
Xiie hire* ilrag tbcir timJ limb* no tunb«h 

But lo^ Iba weilem wind ere lung 
Wai l<>ud airtl TuutW the woods «OM>ng; 
Fmoi Tutthn^ icuvcfl huij cniehiDg bof^ht 
Thfi Mtund of woo Mqd wur a rote. 
The h^res diftrut^J tcotir tbe grove j 
At terror end ^m«ieDic|:it drovn 
But danger, wherusneVr thty fled, 
Siill teeoa'd iiDpendini^ o'er iheir hettd. 
Kgw rowdi-il la Ap^cottr/t gluom. 
All hope extinct, ihey waLi theirwio«B« 
J)ire was tlie idenec.liU, at length. 
Even from detpair deriving strensth. 
With bloody vye and furious took. 
A daring yovth arose and spoke. 

' O wretched race, the scorn of Fate* 
Whom >l--- ui Lv, ry jsort await f 
O carwd wnh keciitit sense to feel 
The sliMrp««c tiin^ vf every lii 
flay ye, who fraugbt wiih mi|hty sehow. 
Of liberty and vengcancft dream, 
What now remainsT T« «bai reeei^ 
Shall we our wt-ary steps address^ 
Since Fate is cvrriBore purtuing 
All ways, and m<.'4in4 tu vor^ our rsia? 
Are we alone, of all Wneatlj, 
Condemn'd to misery worse thnn dMitht 
Must we, with frtiitUss lab^^up, ttriipt 
In misery ^-n^i^ than death in livr 
No. Be the smaller ill our choice t 
80 dictates Nature's powerful voice. 
Death's pang will in a moment ceast ; 
And then, AU hail, eteninl peteef 



TUB n.\RE8. ttl 

I whn« hA spoke, hU word* laptit 
TIm dirt tsmIvo to every heart. 

A dittaoc lake in prospect \my. 
That, glittering in the solar ray, 
Qleam'd through the dusky treaa, aad ih«l 
A trembliag light along the grot. 
Thither with one consent they bend^ 
Thejr sorrows with their lives to uid ; 
While each, in thought, already hean 
The water hissing in his cart. 
Fast by (he margin of the lake, 
Conceal'd within a thorny brake, 
A linnet sate, whose careless lay 
Amused the solitary day. 
Careless he sung, for on his breaal 
Sorrow no lasting trace impressed ; 
When suddenly he heard a sound 
Of swift feet traversing the ground. 
Quick to the neighbouring tree he ties. 
Thence trembling casu around has eyea i 
No foe appeared, his fears were vain ^ 
Pleased he renews the sprightly strain. 

The hares, whose noi»e had caused his Irighty 
Saw with surprise the linnet's flight. 
' Is there on earth a wretch,' they said, 
< Whom our approach can strike with dnad T 
An instantaneous change of thought 
To tOBult every bosom wrought. 
So fsfos the system-building sage. 
Who, plodding on from youth to age^ 
At last on some fouudation-dream 
Has rear'd aloft his goodly uhemt. 
And ptoved his predecessors foo1a» 
And boand all nature by his rolea ; 
So faiet he in that dreadfial hoar» 
Whn injnnd Truth «x«fU her pow^ 



Who oft had known th'i'Mronu 
* In »lij;ht cvcnt» the d.jcilo inii 
May hints of good instniction fi 
Thatourcoodition is the woi^t. 
And wv »ith •uch mitforlunei i 
Ai ftU cDiDpftriAOD defy. 
W»t Ute the fiaiversat cry ; 
Wlien lo, ma ucideut to tli^ht 
At jonder Utile liFiact"* ti^bt, 
Hatinade >^ijr lEuhlH^rn lif^rie 
(Sa yonf jtma&pcnent bids me gai 
That ail our load of woet and it 
k bat a part of what he bean. 
Where can he rest eecure from h 
Whom oven a hdpleu hmxm alart 
Yet he nptnei wn at bit lot. 
When puv« the lUagcr U forgot : 
Oa yoader boaghht rrlmi hit win 
Aod with Djiqsuftl rii>lure ftinga : 
Whitti *e* !«** irTeich(^d» »ink bei 
Our Ugbter ilU, mad ru^h to death 
Ho mor« of tbfp uiiDituiliif rage. 
Bill Hemf , my friend f> the words oi 
When by tfae tvindt of autamn 
The leaUtr'd ctouilj ll\ 'crow the 
O ft have vre» from aomc bmuiiLAin 
Bahetd th' aUenuitf; light and «h» 
•weep the long vale. Here hovei 
Tha fhadowy cloud ; there downf 
Btraawing dinet. a flood of day, 
WUah ham the »••— •*— — '*" 



TIIK HARBS. 

It Aie«4 while other shades advance. 
And other tueaks of •onshine glance. 
Thoa cheqner'd it the life below 
With gleams of joy and clouds of woe. 
llien hope not, while we joumej on. 
Still to bis basking in the son: 
Nor fear, though now in shades je i 
That sunshine will no more return. 
If, by your terrors OTercome, 
Ye fly before th' approaching gloom. 
The rapid clouds your flight pursue. 
And darkness still oVrcasts your view. 
Who longs to reach the radiant plain 
Must onward urge his course amain ; 
For doubly swift the shadow flies. 
When 'gainst the gale the pilgrim plies. 
At least be firm, and undismay'd 
Maintain your ground ! the fleeting shade 
Bre long spontaneous glides away. 
And gives you back th' enlivening ray. 
Lo, while I speak, our danger past ! 
No mure the shrill horn's angry blast 
Howls in our ear ; the savage roar 
Of war and murder is no more. 
Then snatch the moment fato allows. 
Nor think of past or future woes.' 
Ho apoke ^ and hope revives ; the lake 
Tliat instant one and all forsake. 
In aweet amuaement to employ 
The present sprightly hour of joy. 

Now from Uie western mountaia'abvsVf 
Compass'd with clouds of varioas glow. 
The Sun a broader orb displays. 
And shoots aslope his ruddy rays. 
Tbelawn asaumes a fresher green. 
And dew-drops spangle all the soena. 



ODE ON LORD H-TT^RT, 



ON LOIIU II««'» niRTH-DAY. 

To hail, O, H*«, thy nutal momt 
No gaady wreath of flowera fho ^ 
But twines with oak the laurel leaves^ 
Thy cradle to adorn. 

For not on bed* of gaady flowera 

Thine ancestors reclined. 

Where sloth dissolvesy and q^een dtwon 

All energy of mind. 

To harl the dart, to ride the car« 

To stem the del ages of war. 

And snatch from fate a sinking had ; 

Trample th' invader** lofty crest^ 

And from his grasp the dagger w im^ 

And desolating brand : 

Twas this that raised th' illiutrioua Um 

To match the first in fame ! 

A thousand years have seen it ahia* 

With unabated flame : 

Have seen thy mighty sires appear 

Foremost in glory's high career* 

The pride and pattern of the brave. 

Yet, pure from lust of blood their flre^ 

And from smbition's wild desire^ 

They trinmphM but to save. 

The Muse with joy attends their waj 
The vale of peace along : 
There to its lord the village gay 
Renews the grateful song. 
Yon castle's glittering towers oOntaia 
No pit of woe, nor clanking chain^ 
Nor to the suppliant's wail resound ; 
The open doors the needy bless^ 
Th' unfriended hail their calm i 
And fladnoat imiles around. 
L3 



ON LORD H*«*t BIRTU-OAY. 

Then cu ihe lymp^lhetk hcut 
Life '4 best delif b^ b^Loag* 
To mitigate tho moaruerV imutt 
To iimrd iha wealt irvm wroDg. 
Ye lontof Uiofy^ b« wUb 
Itaow, IiAppin^m forever fliot 
The cold and ftoLjifery breut ; 
Then letth« i^i^taJ iiutinct glow. 
And learn to feel another** woe. 
And in his joy be blett. 



O jfitf ere Plraiure plant her I 

For un»u»pectiQg youth 

Ere Flirt ery her eoag prepare 

To f:b«ck tbc voLct of Truth ; 

may hiicoiijilry'i ^ nardian powev 

Attend Uie «lmntwrmg iiifftot'ft baver» 

And briji;bt, inspiring drrami impart. 

To rouse tU' faeredttftry fire. 

To kJDilli! each mblittii; denre, 

Eialtf and varai the heart* 

Swift tn TcviTd ■ parent's fean, 

A parent** bopeito crown, 

UaU oa in peaei?, ye blooming yeart, 

Tbit rear bim to renowii; 

W ben in bit linith'd form and faee 

Admiring inuLtihidcB libiU trace 

£&ch pairjiDODiiil charm combined. 

The courteoat yet miyeetie mien. 

The liberal smile, the look serene. 

The t,^^ ^i- aud geuUu mmd. 

Yet, thnnfb ibon draw a nation's ey«t» 

And T?ia a nariirtn'^j Tdvp, 
Let not thy towering mind t 
The Tillage ami the grove. 



TO h\i)\ (..):: DON. sa7 

Ho slander there shall wound thy 
Ho mffian take bit deadly aim. 
No rival weave the secret enare : 
For Innocence with uigri tinila^ 
Simplicity that knows no foile^ 
And Love and Peace are there. 

WhfD wjndt the inamitajti oakamfl 
And Uy h« glQiiet w»te^ 
CoDt^ot mtjr nUiinbcr in tiie vale, 
(JncqnEdoiif of the blait 
Thrf»ugh leenesof tucDuU while we 
The b eart ^ elas is ne'er at home. 
It hopca ia ttmnto mam no more ; 
Thn manner, tict vainly brave» 
Combat H the ttorm, und rides the wmw9. 
To re it n-t lift on ihore. 

Ye prond, ye selfiih. ye severe. 
How vain your mask of state ! 
The good alone have joy sincere. 
The good alone are great : 
Great, when, amid the vale of peaee^ 
They bid the plaint of sorrow ceasOf 
And hear the voice of artless praise ; 
As when along the trophy'd plain 
Sublime they lead the victor train. 
While shouting nations gaae . 



TO THE RIGHT RON. 

LADY CHARLOTTE GORDON, 
Drmatd m a Twtin Seoteh Botmft, with Pkmm, 4« 
Wht, lady, wilt thou bind thy lovely brow 



With the dread semblance of thai warlike 1 
That nodding plume, and wreath of variont glow. 
That gmoed the chitfr of Scotia's ancient iwdm f 



73S THE HERMIT. 

ThoQ Icuowest that Virtue in of power Um i 
And all her magic to thy eyes ia given ; 
We own their empire* while we feel their font. 
Beaming with the benignity of heaven. 
The plumy helmet, and the martial mien. 
Might digiiify Minerva's awful cbarmt ; 
But more rc«istleM far th' Idalian qneen— 
Smiles, graces, gentleness, her only arms. 



THE HERMIT. 



At the close of the day, wh^u the hamlet is still. 
And mortals the sweeu of forgetf ulness prove. 
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill. 
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove : 
Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar. 
While his harp rung symphonioiu, a hermit began t 
No more with himself or with nature at war. 
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a maa. 

' Ah ! why, all abandon 'd to darkness and woe. 
Why, lone Philomela, tb«t lanjcuishlng fallT 
For spring shall return, and a lover bestow. 
And sorrow no longer thy bosom inthral : 
But, if pity inspire thee, renew the sad lay. 
Mourn, sweetest complainer, man calls thee to mourn; 
O soothe him, whose pleasures like thine pass away : 
Full quioUy they pass — but they never return. 
'Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky. 
The Moon, half extioguish'd, her crescent displays : 
But lately I mark'd, when majestic on high 
She shone, and the planets were lost in her blase. 
Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pnrsn* 
The path that conducU thee to splendour again. 
But man's faded glory what chango shall renew t 
Ah fool 1 la exult in a glory so vain I 



THE HERMIT. 2» 

*TE« night, and the landscape it lovelj no mora ; 
I sonm, but* ye woodlands, I mown not for yoa^ 
For mom h approaching, your chanm to rciCoreB 
Perfamed with fresh fragrance,and glittering wHh devt 
Mor yet for the ravage of winter I monm ; 
Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. 
But when shall spring visit the mouldering nm ! 
O wheo shall it dawn on the night of the grave ! 

* Twaa thus, by the glare of false science betray'dy 
That leads, to bewilder ; and danles, to blind; 
My thoughts wont to roam, from shade onward lo 

shade. 
Destruction before me, and sorrow behind. 
O pity, great Father of Light,' then I cried, 

* Thy creature, who fain would not wander fron the«} 
Lo, bumbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : 

From doubt and from darkness thou only canst it— 1 

—J* And darkness and doubt are now flying away. 

No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. 

So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, 

Ihe bright and the balmy effulgence of mom. 

See Truth . Love, and Mercy, in -triumph desceiidiAf> 

And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! 

On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses ara 

blending. 
And Beauty immortal awakes from the 'omb.' 



[Part "fa li (for !■» .i \tt-^>t\ ...f 

Lest ymir lonlsliip.who art- « 

with every thiug that related to tn 
thiuk hanlly of me for attacking tl 
dead, I beg leave to offer a few word: 
catioa. 

If I had composed the following vi 
to gratify private retentment, to promt 
any faction, or to recommend myself 
of any person whatsoever, I should h 
ther inexcusable. To attack the men 
from selfish considevations, or from mt 
malice^ is an enormity which none cai 
detestation than I. But I composed 
different motives ; as every intclligeni 
ruses them with attention, and who is ' 
ne upon my own testimony, will undoi 
My motives proceeded from a sincere c 
small service to my country, and to th 
and virtne. The promoters of faction 
ever will consider as the enemies of n 
memory of such I owe no veneration : 
of such I owe no indulgence. 

Your lordship knows thai (Churchill) 
est share of his renown to the most im 
judges, the mob : actuaud by the m< 
all principles, a spirit of insolence, tud 
vilest of all human pasaions, hatred i 
dtiieni. Those who joined the cry 



ON CHURCHILL. 281 

•MflMd to me to be tweyed rather by faehion than by 
real eentimenti he (hcrefore migh^ have lived and 
died onmoletted by me, eon&dent ae I am, that poe* 
terity, when the pretent unhappy diieenaione are for- 
gotten, will do ample justice to hie real character. But 
when I eaw the extravagant hononrs that were paid to 
hie memory, and heard thata monument in Westminster 
Abbey was intended for one whom even his admirers 
acknowledge to have been an incendiary, and a do. 
banchee, I could not help wishing that mycoontrymea 
would reflect a little on what they were doing, before 
they consecrated, by what posterity woold think the 
public voice, a character, which no friend to virtue or 
true taste can approve. It was this sentiment, enforced 
by the earnest request of a friend, which produced the 
following little poem ; in which I have said nothing of 
(Churchill's) manners that is not warranted by the best 
authority; nor of his writings, that is not perfectly 
agreeable to the opinion of many of the meet competent 
Judges in Britain. 

(Ahtr4M»t^ Jmmmmrp, ITtS. 



BUPO, begone! with thee may faction's fire. 
That hatch'd thy salamander-fame, expire. 
Fame, dirty idol of the brainless crowd. 
What half-made moon-calf can mistake for good ! 
Since shared by knaves of high and low degree- 
Cromwell and Catiline *, Guide Faux, and thee. 

By nature uninspired, untaught by art. 
With not one thought that breathes the feeling hearty 
With not one offering vow'd to Virtue's shrine. 
With not one pure unproetituted line ; 
▲like debauch'd in body, soul, and lays; — 
For pension'd ceniure, and for pensioned praise. 



•< a IMC minion of n 

Is tliis thr land that boasts a ? 
And magic Sp<>nser's wildly uarl 
file anJ lUni av. s th' oiuniputrj 
Hhci^ Shftkiprttr« whirls the thn 
TTie lind* whein Pd[H« with ener 
In one ttrong blu« bade wit and i 
Whoae vena, bjr imih in virtue's 
Gave knave* (DiDf«TDy ftniij fools 
Yet pun in mrQaen^^mnd in thon] 
Whose life and lays adom'd and 1 
la this the land ^htn Gray V un 
Soothes, melta, sUratt, and ravish 
While the lime wandcrFr'i t«i^?t 
In simple majesty of mnnly irm? 
Or while, siiblimn, an as:\w-p'miim 
He soars lI' sic htlfthis, and !4i| 
Is this the land, o*er SliefiitoG,e'« r« 
Where sU the I^oves and gentler G 
And where, to c-rawn the homry Ijisrii 
The Mqscs and The Virruet «!) uniti 
Is this the land, where Akenside dis 
The bold yet temperate flame of anci 
Like the -jpi ■-.j^cij im ^f.i-jysai in t 
Wfaou tiaIlow*4l atnjn rcnown'd lly 
Or biin, the IndipLut bvrd^ whose 
flahliiDfl in vengekac«, smote the drc 
Fortrnlh, for liberty, for virtne war 
Whose mighty song nnnerved a tyra 

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Dili hfito to viic rxa 
No — Buf.' niJifchM the 
Yet bla/onM Mas h:« vi 
Thus prudes look down 
Thus hypocrites to trut); 
And fups to tm-stc. have 
Thus thieves utid fsm^ 
Thus peinioB-bqxiteribs 
Thxn furiooi Teapnp for 
And ownM hik *au1 to lil 

Nor jeip tboD^b th^uts 
ThoOf h lemi of fool ih*q 
Nor yatf thotigh Kere and 
Of wtl bjklf br^htem thro 
To shew tha i^looin tiiore [ 
Bill nnt Kp.iy t^D dnidciu, 
For w^hd for ooe po^T pesi 
Thmnprb ALpiuc duu^hiUt 
Did prnins to thy verse sue 
No. ' TwM the demon of th 
< Thy heart with rancour's < 
And the blind seal of a mi« 

TKm frttm nnk toil a po 
Nuriting obsc^nr of miLJ« i 
By Heaven design *d on its 
Harnil«>ss t' enlar;^ it4 bloi 
But Gluttony t)/ aboitivc i 
It roused his ravenous und 
Galp'd down the tasteleu t 
Shot fiery influence round t 



THE JUDGMENT OP PARIS. 336 



Had mobfl distiogaish'd, they who howl'd thy i 
The icicle from the pare diamond's flame. 
From fancy's tool thy gross imhruted sense* 
From dauntless truth thy shameless insolenoe^ 
From elegance confusion's iconstroos mass. 
And from the lion's spoils the sculkiog ass. 
From rapture's strain the drawling doggrel liiMy 
From warbling seraphim the granting swine; 
With gluttons, dunces, rakes, thy name had slept. 
Nor o'er her sullied fame Britannia wept ; 
Nor had the Muse, with honest seal poasesa'd, 
T' avenge her country, by thy name disgraced. 
Raised this bold strain for virtue, truth, mankiod. 
And thy fell shade to infamy resign 'd. 

When frailty leads astray the soul sincere. 
Let mercy shed the soft and manly tear. 
MThen to the grave descends the sensual sot. 
Unnamed, unnoticed, let his carrion toL 
When paltry rogues, by stealth, deceit, or force. 
Hazard their necks, ambitious of you^purse : 
For such the hangman wreaths his tnutj gia. 
And let the gallows expiate their sin. 
But when a ruffian, whose portentous crimee 
Like plagues and earthquakes terrify the timet. 
Triumphs through life, from legal judgment free. 
For Hell may hatch what law could ne'er for cac e ; 
Sacred from vengeance shall his memory rettf— 
Judas thongii dead, though damn'd, we still detMt 



THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS. 

(PnhlUhed t« 17SS.J 

Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove, 
A scene for love and solitude design'd ; 

When flowery woodbines wild by Nature wove 
Poim'd the lone bower, the royal twain rtdiatd. 
.R 



1 ne lowiiip of ihr herds restouniic 

The shril in;: |>ip<'. and rnt'llow hon 

And social ( lunioun of liic fcstivi 

For now, low hovering o'er tlie west 
Where Jiiuber doudi begin his da 

Th* Sun wiih ruddier vprdttr# deckt 
And lakes snU ttreainty and »pirci 

And mauy a band of ardent youths ^ 
Some icilo rapture fired by glor^^'i 

Or hnrlM the chundetiDg car aroQg i] 
Or tDAteh'd embattled &ti in glitter, 

Others more miTd. tn happy leisure gt 
The dat^euiD^forfst's lonely glooo 

Or by Seamandrr'i Hi^wery margin sti 
Or Ihe blue ffeUnpontV reioundin| 

Bvt chief the eye to I lion's glories tnr 
TLai 1^1 earn 'd alo'tig ih eMreoded ch 

A fill balvarkft iti tc-m&c p^mp adorn 'd 
Where F«ace ml soiiliag at the froi 

Rkh iu the apiuls of many a nubjoct cl 
Id pride luxurioaa hias'd th' imperia 

To«crM 'ill ill th' rndrcUn^ grove the i 
And^rrddmeiiionnlsjuark'd lUc he 

Who from the black and bloody cavcn 

The Mvage atcro, and aooth'd his b< 

Who spoke, and Science icar'd her rad 

a'do'eet!..!'"-''-' ' 



OK PAUiS. 



VI 



Ott greatly daring in ).U country's canse, 
^Hioaa heaTen-uught soul the awful plan deaign'd, 

Whenee Power etootl trembling at the voice of Lava ; 
Whenee ■oar'd on Frecdom't wing th' ethereal miiid. 

Bat not the pomp that royalty ditp1ayt» 
Nor all the imperial pride of lofty Troy, 

Nor Virtue'e triumph of immortal praite 
Coold roue the languor of the lingering boy. 

Abandoned all to soft Enone's charma. 

He io oblivion doom'd the listless day ; 
InglorioQs loll'd in Love's dissolving arms. 

While flutes lascivious breathed th' enfeebling lay. 

To trim the ringlets of his scented hair ; 

To aim, insidious. Love's bewitching glance; 
Or coll fresh garlands for the gaudy fair. 

Or wanton loose in the voluptuous dance : 

Theee were his arts ; these won Enone's love. 
Nor sought his fettered soul a nobl«r aim. 

Ah iriiy should Beanty's smile those arts approve. 
Which taint with infamy the lover's flaoM 1 

Now laid at laige beside a marmnring spring. 

Melting he listcn'd to the vernal song. 
And Echo, listening, waved her airy wing. 

While the deep winding dales the lays probng. 

When slowly floating down the avure skies 
A erimsun cloud flash 'd on his startled sight; 

Whose skiru gay sparkling with nnnumber'd diet 
Launched the long billowy trails of flickery lighL 

That instant hush'd was all the vocal grove, 

Hnah'd was the gale, and every ruder 
And strains aerial, warbling far above. 

Rang in the ear a magic peal profoond. 



338 THB JUDGMENT 

Near, and mora iiMr» the swimming nMliuiet rollM ; 

Along the OMrantafM ttream the lingering firae. 
Sublime the graves of Ida blaee with gold. 

And aU the Heaven ratoundu with lender IjiiiL 

The trampet breathed a note : and all in air. 

The gloriee vmniah'd from the daisied eye ; 
And three ethereal forma, divinely fair, 

Down the steep glade were seen advancing nigli. 
The flowering glade fell level where thej moved ; 

O'er arching high the clustering roses hung. 
And gales from Heaven on balmy pinion ravedy 

And hill and dale with gratulation rung. 
The Jirit with slow and ststely step drew near^ 

Fix*d was ber lofty eye, erect her mien : 
Sublime in grace, in majesty severe. 

She look'd and moved a goddess and a qoaca. 

Her robe along the gale profusely streamed. 
Light lean'd the aceptre on her bending ann; 

And round her brow a atarry cirelet gleam'd. 
Heightening the pride of each commanding ohnm. 

Milder the iwrl came on with artless grace. 
And on a javelin's quivering length reclined : 

T' exalt her mien she bade no splendour blase. 
Nor pomp of vesture floctnate on the wind. 

Serene, though awful, on her brow the light 
Of heavenly wisdom shone : nor roved her eyetf 

Save to the shadowy cliff's mnjettic height. 
Or the blue concave of th' involving skies. 

Keen were her eyes to search the inmost tool : 
Yet Virtue triumph 'd in their beams benign. 

And impious Pride oft felt their dread contra^ 
When in fierce lightning flash'd the wrath divine.* 

s Tkk taacrcssUe to the tlMolopj of H<Haar, who ellta riyiwl 
PbBss m U« easeaOOMr of 4l«tnr tmifMac*. 



OF PARIS. »B 

With avB uul wonder gued th' adoring swain ; 

H» kindling cbeeka great Virtue's power conle«s'd«* 
But toon 'twas o'er, for Virtue prompts in vain» 

Wh«n Pleasure's influence numbs the nenreleaa breast. 

And now advanced the queen ofwultingjojf. 
Smiling supreme in unresisted charms : 

Ah» then» what transports fired the trembling boy I 
How throbb'd his sickening frame with fierce alarms! 

Her eyes in liquid light luxurious swim. 

And languish with unutterable love. [limbf 

Heaven's warm bloom glows along each brigbt'ning 

Where fluttering bland the veil's thin mantlings rove. 

Qnick, blushing as abash'd, she half withdrew : 
One hand a bough of flowering myrtle waved. 

One graceful spread, where, scarce conceal'd from view. 
Soft through the parting robe her bosom heaved, 

' Ofif pring of Jove supreme ! beloved of Heav^a ! 
Attend.' Thus spoke the empress of the skies. 

* For know, to thee, high.fated prince, 'tis given 

Through the bright realms of Fame sublime to fim, 

* Beyond man's boldest hope ; if nor the wilet 

Of Pallas triumph o'er th' ennobling thought ; 
Nor Pleasure lure with artificial smiles 
To quaff the poiMn of her luscious draught 

« When Juno's charms the prise of beauty claim. 
Shall aught on Earth, shall aught in Heav'n contend ^ 

Whom Juno calls to high triumphant fame. 
Shall he to meaner sway inglorious bend f 

' Yetlingeiing comfortless in lonesome wild. 

Where Echo sleeps 'mid cavem'd valet profoond, 

Thb pride of Troy, Dominion's darling child. 
Pines while th« tlow hour stalks iu inllen nmnd. 



ll.al tiri't, alarms, impels 

The hpro'u eye, hriitr, kiiidi 

Blasts the proud mcnuco, 

* But, animproved, Hcav'a't 
So tnD QTiih plenty crovni 

Death rides the billows of t 

' Deep io yon moanuin's woi 
Howls 10 (ho toiTcnr't cverl 

Does the rich ftm its fluUy r. 
Or flames with itcady ray ll 

' Toil dejcL^d widi glittering doi 
And vtles yon srroire^etDboi 

And rendu: th« rntigh ore from 
Spangltng with siarrj pomp 

* Y\y th«e tah ictD^c* Even 

Lovp wreAtbes tli«j bowery w; 

And nunt th'elhcten! fire that 

TLai &n cth^r^iJ Uvea bat b} 

' Lo hovering tiear on dark an 
Sloth viih stem patiancf w«i 

Prom hfi^f eh ill plttme the dead I 
That quench iieair'&^ beam 
lew miod^ 

' Tain, then, th' enliTcning son 
For Hope's exulting impalse 

Tain even the joys that lore to ] 
Ths thiob of transport ia for « 



OF PARIS. 941 

' O wlio thmU then to Fancy's darkening eyes 
Recal th' Elysian dreams of joy and light! 

Dim throtigh the gloom the formless visions jue, 
8aatch*d instantaneous down the gnlf of night. 

' Thoo, who securely lull'U in youth's warm ray 
Mark'tt not the desolations wrought by Time, 

Be roused or perish. Ardent for its prey 
Speeds the fell hour that ravages thy prime. 

' And, 'midst the horrors shrined of midnight stonw 
The fiend Oblivion eyes thee front afar. 

Black with intolerable frowns her form. 
Beckoning th' embattled whirlwinds into war. 

' Fanes, bulwarks, mountains, worlds, their tempest 
whelms : • 

Yet glory braves unmoved th' impetuous sweep. 
Fly then, ere, hurl'd from life's delightful reaimSf 

Thou sink t' Oblivion's daxk and boundless deep. 

* Fly, then, where Glory points the path sublime. 
See her crowu dazzling with eternal light! 

Tis Juno prompts thy daring steps to climb. 
And girds thy bounding heart with matchless 

' Warm in the raptures of divine desire. 

Burst the soft chain that^nrbs th' aspiring mind : 

And fly, where Victory, borne on wings of fire. 
Waves her red banner to the rattling wind. 

' Ascend the car. Indulge the pride of arms. 
Where clarions roll their kindling strains on high 

Where the eye maddens to the dread alarms. 
And the long shout tumultuous rends the sky. 

' Plunged in the uproar of the thundering field 

I see thy lofty arm the tempest guide : 
Fate scatters lightning from thy meteor-shield. 

And Ruin spreads around the sanguine tids. 
M 



When lo.lv. ., „,,, f,^, „,_, 
And tyrauts Ircmble at i), 

•When conquering million. 
An«ltnhe,nnknowndre,c 

''<»«llth.ec.iMie,ofHe 
Worbnr«ing world, her el. 

•*««» hi. WMn, cheek iufli.^, 

■"•'•"".'«"' Ir^-ne.,. s. 

Thl° *?""'•"• ■"iP'i'y.'ke vie. 

";S"''»*««n<lpity«,ftening, 

Tl.«bre«h,d,i,h„.e„"^*; 

Truth d„ufrom Heaven .ogui 
«^, tcuuj, alike ji^,,i 



OF PARIS. 

' Sineen th' tmftTtf r*d l}li>» hcj- eharmi in 
ScNiate tb' enHvenin^ ftrdount thi^y ta^pire: 

She bids ti« trwiiierit rapionr thrill the beut, 
3h« wftket SQ fevf^rUtt ^i»c of fierce deffire. 

• tfDwiie^ who, tcmiti^ on the *fctery wif, 

All to the itorm tb' npfctier'd iai) 4f?irtitv« : 
Mpn aiorr i4ni*i»c rcii^na iKe mratAl tw»y» 
fiortiti b«*4bn^ on bj puiiari'ii ker& r**olv** 

' Wbile Mormi. remote but inam-.ur ofi thinfi car, 
Hor *nvet in ruSnonn upmiiT fDiiiid thttitiLI^ 

Yet, yet II oiom^Dt: check iby prone career. 

And ^urb the keen rcff^lve that prctmptj thj wnd, 

' Explore thy b<^art> tbit, rotit«d by f lory's nune, 
Panu al enntptured with the mif My chArm^ 

And, do^4 Ambition quench cachniilder fl4me? 
And iA it Cobi|iic9t thai «loQC can warm? 

* To indulge fell Rapine's dcsolatingr last. 

To drrncb the balmy lawn in streaming gore. 
To toiim t]*e hero's cold and silent dust — 
An these thy jftys Kor rbtobs thy heart for 

' Pleased canst ikon listen to the patriot's gfoaa^ 
And the wild wsil of innocence farlom? 

And bear th' abjiDdoci''d oiiiid's l>4i frantic motfi, 
fier love fcrr ever from her bosom torn? 

* N*r Wilt thou slirink when Virtue's fainting breath 

Pours the dread curse of vengeance on thy bead? 
Nor when the pale ghoit hiiritj \L< ^.i.>^ ,ji ^;c^dj. 
To gUrfl dettruclioQ on thy midnight bed 7 

• Wai it for this, tbougb born to regal power* 

ILintl Heav'n to thee did nobler gifts consign. 
Bade Fancy's inflticpco fiU thy naul hour, 
Aad bade Philanthropy's applause be thine? 



944 TUB JUDGMENT 

Theirs be the dreadful glory to dettr&y. 

And theirs the pride of pomp and praise saboraM^ 
Whose eye ne'er lightened at the smile of Joy^ 
Whose check the tear of Pity ne'er adom'd : 

' Whoso sotil, each finer sense instinctive qnell'd. 

The lyre's mellifluous ravishment defies: 
Nor niarks where Beauty roves the (lowery fields 

Or Grandeur's pinion sweeps tb' unbounded dties. 

* Hail to sweet Fancy's uneicprcssive charm ! 

Hail to the purr delights of social love \ 
Hail, plcatsures mild, that fire not while ye warm. 
Nor rack th' exulting frame, but gently move ! 

' Hut Fancy soothes no more, if stem Remorse 
With iron gra!>p the tortared bosom wring. 

Ah then, even Fancy speeds the venom's course, 
Evrn Fanry points with rage the maddening slin^. 

* Her wrath a thousand gnashing fiends attend. 

And roll the snakes, and toss the brands of HeU t 
The beam of Beauty blasts : dark Heavens impcuil 
Tottering : and Music thrills with startling ye'U. 

' What then avails, that with exhaustless store 
Oliscquinus Luxury loads thy glittering shrine t 

Wiiat then avails, that pn)strato slaves adore. 
And Fame proclaims thee matchless and divine T 

' What though bland Flattery all her arts apply— 
Will these avail to calm th' infuriate brain? 

Or will the roaring sur^e, when heaved on high. 
Headlong han-^, hu&h'd, to hear the piping twain? 

* In health how fair, how ghastly in decay 

Man's lofty form ! how heavenly fair the mind 
Sublimed by Virtue's sweet eulivcniag sway ! 
But ah, to Guilt's outrageous rule re»ign'd. 



OF PARIS. 91ft 

' How hideotu and forlorn ! when rathloM Can 
With C9iih«riti£ tooih carrodt* the aeeda of life, 

And dtaf whb pi^^iioa'* ttormi when pines Despair, 
And howLiQf idrirB rqase ih* eternal strife. 

* O, by tliy Uopfi of joy ihar reatJffW g^*^* 

Pled|;ri of H^avc^it I b« Ung^ht by Wiidom's Ion : 
VJtb ans^jouj hajtc each kiouUftit pstb fttrego^ 
And life's wild ways w ih cautioiu Jear esiplon. 

' Straight be thy conrfte : hot tempi ibe mue dial leads 
Wbcr« hW iUmonc hi» ibjpcki« irTengtbeoiv^alsj 

And s>fi ActibitiQQ's ditty cJiif be troads. 
And tlaoibcn oft iu Pltaiuxi;'* Oowery mlea. 

' Nor linger nurctoWed Heaven promptf the choiet ' 
3»v« when Pre*iimputJD ibuta ijit tar of Fridfl : 

With irmid^fiil *wp attend Id NjHuiti^V vutccj 
The voice of Nature lJe«TeQ ordatn'd thy gtude, 

' Wam'd by her voice, tlm arduans pub panoej 
Th*t Icftd* to Viftae'i fsnc a hardy baad 

What, though no gvudy ictnes ecoy their view. 
Nor cXoudi of frngraoce roU alo&g tli« laod f 

• What , though radc mnnntaint beav^s the flinty way t 

Yet t!icn" tlie lou^, drink* Ug;ht and life divine. 
And pure aerial gali^a of gladbf^st play* 
firact; every nerve, ajid every leaie redne* 

' Go, prince, be virtuous, and be blest. The thran* 
Rears not ita state to swell the couch of Loatt 

Nor dignify Cumiptiofi'i duiiigfoap 
T* o'erwhelm hia biimbbr bretbrcQ of the duat. 

' But yield an ampler scene to Bounty's eye. 
An ampler range to Mercy's ear expand : 

And, 'midat admiring nations, set on high 
YirtM'a Hit model, framed by Wiadom't hamL 

h 



S46 THE JUDGMENT 

* Go, then : tke moan of Woe demaods thine aid : 
Pride's liceated oatrage claims thy slamberinf : 

Pale Genius roams the hleak neglected shade. 
And battening Avarice mocks his tuneless lyre. 

' Even Nature pines by vilest chains oppress'd : 
Th' astonish 'd kingdoms crouch to Fashion's nm 

O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast. 
Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abodet 

' O yet once more shall Peace from Hesven reton 
And young Simplicity with mortals dwell ! 

Nor Innocence th' august pavilion scorn. 
Nor meek Contentment fly the humble cell 1 

'Wilt thou, my prince, th' beauteous train implore 
'Midst Earth's forsaken scenes once more to bid 

Then shall the shepherd sing in every bower. 
And Love with garlands wreath the domes of Pi 

'The bright tear stsrtin^ in th' impataion'd eyes 
Of silent gratitude ; the smiling gaxe* 

Of gratulation, faltering while he tries 
With voice of transport to proclaim thy pniM; 

' Th' ethereal glow that stimulates thy frame. 
When all th' according powers harmoiuout bov 

And wake to energy each social aim. 
Attuned spontaneous to the will of Jove ; 

'Be these, O man, the triumphs of thy sonl; 

And all the conqueror's dauling glories slight. 
That, meteor like, o'er trembling nations roll. 

To sink at once in deep and dreadful night. 

'Like thine, yon orb's stupendous glories bum 
With genial beam ; nor, at th' approach of evan 

In shades of horror leave the worid to moon. 
But gild with lingering light th' imporpUd Haai 



OP PARIS. M 

Hum while Ait tptkit, her eye, eedately meek# 
Look'd the pare ferv<Mir of maternal love. 

No rival seal intemperate flttah'd her cheek — 
Can Beauty '• boast the sool of Wisdom move f 

Worths noble pride can Envy's leer appal. 
Or staring Folly's vain applauses soothe f 

Can jealous Fear Truth's dauntless heart anthral t 
Suspicion lurks not in the heart of Truth. 

And now the shepherd raised his pensive head: 
Yet unresolved and fearful nfved his eyes. 

Scared at the glances of the awful maid ; 
For young unpractised Guilt distrusts the guise 

Of shameless Arrogance — His wav'ring breast. 
Though warm'd by Wisdom, own'd no constant §M» 

While lawless Fancy roam'd afar, unblest. 
Save in the «blivlous lap of soft Desire. 

When thus the queen of soul-dissolving smiles; 

' Let gentler fate my darling prince attend '} 
/oyless and cruel are the warrior's spoils. 

Dreary the path stem Virtue's sons ascend. 

'Of human joy full short is the career. 

And the dread verge still gains upon your sight t 

While idly gasing, far beyond your sphere. 
Ye scan the dream of unapproach'd delight : 

' Till every sprightly hour, and blooming scene. 
Of life's gay mom unheeded glides away. 

And clouds of tempests mount the blue serene. 
And storms and ruin close the troublous day. 

'Then still exult to hail the present joy ; 

Thine be the boon that comes uneam'd by toil; 
No froward vain desire thy bliss annoy. 

No flattering hope thy longing hours beguila. 



248 THE JUDGMENT 

' Ah ! why thoald man panne the charmt of Fame^ 

For ever luring, yet for ever coy T 
Light a* the ^mw\y tiiotjow** pilVur'H gleaoiy 

That me hi illusive from ili« wouderitig boy! 
« What iTjoiiub her ih™ac loadiatc mmny a dime, 

I f hung leHaM'tottf! ring o'e f ih ' oAf atboiB*4 toaub t 
What though her mighty elafjoo^ rea/d rahlime, 

DiHplay the imperial *fc»tlip and glittenog pluiaet 
'Can |littering plume, or cnn iW invpci-ial wreath 

Kcdeetn from upmlcniing fate the brave 
What note of triumph can her darioa breathe, 

T' alarm th' eternal midnight of the grave T 
' That nigbk drawi on : nor will the vacant hoar 

Of eipeciaiion IL&gev at it fiies : 
Nor K*ie t»DC moment Tinenjwy'd rest one : 

Each moment** flight how precious n> the wImI 

< O shuQ lb* annoyauee of the bustling throng* 
That hauni with texlou^ turbulence the great; 

There coward Oflke boasts tk' unpunished wroBf» 
And sneaks secure lu inftol^ace of ita^ie. 

' O'er fancied injury Suspicion ptaea. 

And iu )^rim lilefice gnawt the feilFriflg wooild ; 

Deceit iJie rsge-emhitter'd smile refines. 
And Censure iprcadstbc viperous hits around. 

' Hope not, fond prince* thoogh Wisdom guard ihj 
throne. 
Though Truth and Bounty prompt each generout aan^ 

Though thine tbc palm gf peace, tlie victi^r's^eiHiwii^ 
The Muse's rapture, ami the patriot** flame 

' Hope not. though all that captivatet the wise. 
All that endears the good eaalt thy praise : 

Hope not to taste repose : for Kuvy's eyes 
At fairest worth still point their deadly raja. 



OF PARIS. M9 

''Bacwy, ttem tyrant of the flinty b«nit. 

Can angU of Yirtae, Truth, or Beauty ehaim t 

Can toft Compassion thrill with pleasing uaut. 
Repentance melt, or Gratitude disarm f 

' Ah no. Where Winter Scythia's waste endudnt^ 
And monstrous shapes roar to the ruthless Btarmp 

Mot Pbcebus' smile can cheer the dreadful plains. 
Or soil accursed with balmy life inform. 

' Then, Envy, then is thy triumphant hour. 
When mourns Benevolence bis ba£Bed acheme : 

When Insult mocks the clemency of Power, 
And loud Dissension's livid firebrands gleam : 

' When squint-eyed Slander plies th' unfaallow'd 
tongue. 

From poison'd maw when Treason weaves hit lin^^ 
And muse apostate (infamy to song !) 

Ghrovels, lowmutiering, at Sedition's shrine. 

' Let not my prince forego the peaceful shade. 
The whispering grove, the fountain and the plain: 

Power, with th' oppressive weight of pomp array'df 
Pants for simplicity and ease in vain. 

'The yell of frantic Miith may stun his ear. 
But frantic Mirth soon leaves the heart forlorn: 

And Pleasure flics that high tempestuous sphere. 
Far different scenes her lucid paths adorn. 

' She loves to wander on th' untrodden lawn. 

Or the green bosom of reclining hill. 
Soothed by the careless warbler of the dawn. 

Or the lone plaint of ever-murmuring rill. 

'Or from the mountain-glade's aerial brow. 
While to her song a thousand echoes call. 

Harks the wild woodland wave remote below. 
Where shepherds pipe unseen, and waters fdL 
M2 



250 THE JUDGMENT 

* Her influence oft the feMiTe hamlet proTe«» 

Where the high carol cheen th' exaltiof riaf s 
And oft the roams the maxe of wildering gToret, 
Listening lb' onnamber'd melodiet of Spring. 

* Or to the long and lonely shore retires; 

What time, loose-glimmering to the lanar beaai. 
Faint heaves the slumberoos wave, and starry fires 
Gild the blae deep with many a lengtheaii^ glaam. 

* Then to the balmy bower of Raptvre borne. 

While strings self>wsrbling breathe elysian rest, 
Mclis in delicious vision, till the mom 
Spangle with twinkling dew the flowery waste. 

* The frolic Moments, parple*pinion'd, dance 

Around, and scatter roses as they play : 
And the blithe Graces, hand in hand, advanee. 
Where, with her loved compeers, she deigns to itnj. 

' Mild Solitude, in veil of rustic die. 

Her sylvan spesr with moss-grown ivy boimd: 

And Indolence, with sweetly>languid eye. 
And zoneless robe that trails along the grooad. 

' But chirfly l4>ve — O thou, whose gentle miod 
Each soft indulgence Nature framed to share* 

Pomp, wealth, renown, dominion, all resign'd, 
O haste to Pleasure's bower, for Love is there. 

* Love, the desire of gods ! the feast of Heaven I 

Yet to Earth's favoar'd offspring not denied 1 
Ah, let not thankless man the blessing given 
Enslave to Fame, or sacrifice to Pride. 

* Nor I from Virtue's call decoy thine ear ; 

Friendly to Pleasure are her sacred laws : 
Let Temperance' smile the cup of gladnc 
That cup is death, if he withhold applause. 



OF PARIS. 

'Par from thy haunt be Envy'i bbopful away. 
And Hi If, iLit vt^rUi (Lr hMT«:ii*i] soul lo i 

But WQ<t CoDtrut tA breathe her aootbing Uy,. 
And cbaitn from Fancy'* view each angvy ioniL, 

'Na Bmrmn^D joy xU* haLrmaaioui hniirm profuic 
Whom Love refiottr can 'bi.rbiLrouit lu mult* 

Sfailli TAge of blood poUutp the sylvan reign t 
fib all leisure wantoa in the spoils of Peace T 

'Free let the feathery race indulge the song. 
Inhale tbe Ubcral beam, and melt in love : 

Frcelti the C« hiiid b'^uud Lcr Li!l* alung^ 
Abd m purestnjuni thn watisry aaiions roTt. 

*T(jjfty la NfltureVoniirenst «Eui1e 

We I tuitJt O tiihti, tby |^iEeaiurib1« sphere; ■ 
But vliy tiii^idd VirtTJ« doom thy jeart to tOtlT 

Ab» why ibpald Virtue's law ha deem'd severtY 

• What meed, Boneficcncc, »liy care repays t 
What, Symp*.i'hy t\,y *ut n-ntruinij P^^i ^ 

And why his g'-iiprou« arm siljfnjJd Juaiice raJMg 
T<} dam (h« ve&geKOt-e of a tyrant's fang f 

•Fmm tbantl' - - i- no bounty can secure; 

Or froward wish of diKontiMit fuliil. 
That knows not to r<*Kret thy bounded power. 

But blames with keen reproach thy partial wilL 

' To check ih' impetuous all involving tide 
Of huniftn wtjHPt, lidw iniipDieni thy tLrjfe! 

High o*cr tliy montid dert/uHhg turret rtd«. 
Nor reek iby b^ffied loiU^ at iLVt&b'd 1if«. 

The bower of bliss, the smile of love be thine, 

Unlaboiir'd ease, and leisure's careless draam i 
Such be their joys, who bend at Ktmus' shrine. 
And own her charms bevond c»mpare sapreoM. 
.8 



« f^,tii u irulu all he 

•Thine be the prize,* exclainiM 
* Queen of nnrivallM charnj^ 

O blind to faic, felicity, and Iru 
But snch »re they, whom Plei 

The sun was sunk ; the vision w, 
Night downward rwih'd tempi 

Of J wrath: deep 

And forests howl afar and mo 

And sanguine meteors glare atln 
With horror's scream the Ilian 

Raves the hoarse storm along the 
And the strong earthquake ren 
ground* 



THE WOLF AND SHi 

A FABLE. 
(WriUcD in 1757. sad Bnt pub 
LAWB» as we TPad in undent I 
Have heen like cobwebs in all 
Cobwebs for little flies are spr 
And laws tur luii« iuik^ arc u 
But if an in»erl of rebdwn. 
Hornet or bt'etlr. *4itip oi nn 
Be caught in quest of sport or 
The flimsy fetter flies in suitdc 



THE WOLF AND 8HBPHBRD8. 

Bot can yon prove that this in fact ia 
Agreeable to life and practice t 

Then hear what in his aimple way 
Old iEsop told me t' other day. 
In days of yore^bnt (which is very odd) 
Our author mentions not the period. 
We mortal men, less given to speeches, 
AllowM the beasts sometimes to teach iil« 
But now we all are prattlers grown. 
And suffer uo voice bnt our own ; 
With us no bean has leave to speak. 
Although his honest heart should break 
Tis true, your asses and yonr apes. 
And other brutes in human shapes. 
And that thing made of sonnd and ihow 
Which mortals have misnamed a beav, 
(But in the language of the sky 
Is callM a two legg'd butterBy) 
Will make your very heartstrings ache 
With loud and everlasting clack. 
And beat your auditory drum. 
Till you grow deaf, and they grow doalk 

But to our story we return: 
Twas early on a summer mom 
A wolf forsook the mountain-den. 
And issued hungry on the plain. 
Full many a stream and lawn he paaa^d^ 
And reach'd a winding vale at last; 
Where from a hollow rock he spied 
The shepherds drest in flowery pride. 
Garlands were strcw'd, and all was gay. 
To celebrate an holiday. 
The merry tabor's gamesome sound 
Provoked the sprightly dance arovod. 
Hard b> a rural bo-tid was rear'd, 
Om which in fair array appeared 



3. 



mil ifdjjy urp 

I'hnt »mi>kin^, rt^cciit ftoin i)i 
DitTuM'il a stomach riMi>iiig kti 
l)ur wolf could not oiidiire tht 
Courageous ^rew hU tppetiiii 
Hia entrails ^rxian'd with tcaf* 
He lick'd his lips, and lickM a 
At laat» with lightning in his c 
He bounces forth » and fiercely 
' Shepherds, I am not given t< 
Bat now my ^pkrii caiitiaLli 
Bj Jovt tuch viiii4«bii« opp 
Woiild put ai) i'lcpLLiij.f ji pass 
You, who your flocks ^as you p 
By wholesunio laws from harm 
Which make it dcatli for any b 
How modi *c)«'*r Ijy lAing^ef pfl 
To seiac a sheep bj ivrco or sle. 
For sheep have ri;:hi to life ant 
Can you commit, unchcck'd l»y 
What iu a h^, ast so much you bt 
What is a law, if those wba ma 
Become the forwardcsi to break 
I'kft fai« 1$ pUiii you would n 
Al to yovtnaivM vh So mlicrt 
Bath laws from bue aelf-interei 
Not from the reason of the thin] 
He was proc<H;diiif , when a s« 
Burst out: — ' Abd liaica a wdJ/i 
Hia betters, and condemn their i 
And contradict their wills and p 
Weh»w«»«fW;.».M I..- ». 



THE WOLF AND SHEPHERDS. SIS 

Know, timJit in its very nature 
A Uw can't reach the IcgUUtor*. 
For laws, without a sanction join'd. 
As all men know, can never bind : 
Bat aanctions reach not ua the maken. 
For who dares punish at, though braakMif 
Tu therefore plain beyond denial. 
That laws were ne'er deaign'd to tie all^ 
But those, whom sanctions reach alone ; 
We stand accountable to none. 
Besides, 'tis evident, that, seeing 
Laws from the great derive their being* 
They as in duty bound should love 
The great, in whom they live and move* 
And humbly yield to their desires: 
Tis just, what gratitude requires. 
What suckliug dandled on the lap 
Would tear away its mother's pap? 
But hold— Why deign I to dispute 
With such a scoundrel of a brute ? 
Logic is lost upon a knave, * 

Let action prove the law our slave.' 

An angry nod bis will declared. 
To his gruff yeomen of the guard ^ 
The full-fed mongrels, train'd to ravagey 
Fly to devour the shaggy savage. 

The beast had now no time to lose 
In chopping logic with his foes ; 
' This argument,' quoth he, * has foree. 
And swiftness is my sole resource.' 

He said, and left the swains their piigr^ 
And to the mountains seower'd nwi^* 



A 



ANACREON. 

Ilapn Tr/v (TKi 
Kd(fnrof'—'~~ 

Bathyllus» in you 
All carelensly let us 
Tq 4h«d« UA the bna 
Thdr IcAf witving iti 

Soft-tuurmuruiEj, wbi 
And gftLv4 w&rbJe wil 
Who there would i^i 



•THE BEG INN I 

FIRST BOOK O 

^DeadHB Gcnciri: 



I Mother of mighty Ronu 

Delight of man, and of ih 

I Venus, all bounteous quce 

I Diffuses beauty in uiiboun* 

Through seas, and fertile | 

I Beneath the smrr'd expani 

Prepared by thee, the enil 
And opes its eyelids on th* 
At thy approach, the cloud 
And the hush'd storms in i 



FIRST BOOK OP LUCRETIUS. 967 

At thy approMh, th' tintroahled sky refineSt 

And all serene Hearcn's lofty concare shines. 

Soon as her blooming forin the Spring revealt. 

And Zephyr breathes his warm prolific gale«t 

The feather'd tribes first catch the genial flain«^ 

And to the groves thy glad retnm proclaim. 

Thence to the beasts the soft infection spreads ; 

The rising cattle spurn the grassy meads, 

Barst o'er the plains, and frantic in their cghim 

Cleave the wild torrents with resistless force. 

Won by thy charms, thy dictates all obey. 

And eager follow where thou lead'st the wi^. 

Whatever haants the mountains, or the main. 

The rapid river, or the verdant plain. 

Or forms its leafy mansion in the shades. 

All, all thy universal power pervades. 

Each panting bosom melts to soft desires. 

And with the 1ov(b of propagation fires. 

And siuce thy sovereign influence guides the reins 

Of nature, and the universe sustains; 

Since nought without thee bursts tlio bonds of nifht* 

To hail the happy realms of heavenly light ; 

Since love, and joy, and harmony are thine. 

Guide me, O goddess, by thy power divine. 

And to my rising lays thy succour bring. 

While I the universe attempt to sing. 

O may my verse deserved applause obtain 

Of him, for whom I try the daring strain. 

My Memmius, him, whom thou profusely kind 

Adorn'st with every excellence refined. 

And that immortal charms my song may grace. 

Let war, with ali its cruel labours, cease ; 

O hush the dismal din of arms once more. 

And calm the jarring world from shore to shora* 

By thee alone the race of man foregoes 

The rags of blood, and sinks in soft reposo : 



/tun ;angumtje» with an eternal 

Oft from his bloody toil the /(><1 

'to (jurneh in thy emhracc hit lit 

Soft on iliy hoaviu^; hosoiu he re 

And round thy yielding ucck trai 

There fix*d iu ccilary iaienne sur 

Thy kindling beauties with insati 

Grows to thy balmy momht JUid 

Celettial swccu from thy ainbros 

O while thr god with fieicest rapt 

l4» all ditioWiug on thy sacred 

O breathe fhymehiug uij^.j..;. u 

And bid h cn stjll tUe loud alarm i 

In these tuaiuttuotUftjiya tijt Mu« 

Her iready tebaur loat, {^unue tli 

And ^eai£Biu>'tg?DenDU4 4au diJ 

The catm dch|^tiis of (^hiloi^pliic 

PaCM-nal fires his bcjtjtijf breast it 

To rescue Rome, aud vindicate he 



HORACE, BOOK fl. 

Rvctlu* Tlfei, Uciid • 
Woo<.D8T thou through life scci 
Nor bDU£idles« o W eEi« ikvah rid 
Nor p}y Urn iieAr ih joniclto jh 
Seared at ilic tempett'i thrrat'n 
The man who follows Wisdom 
And makes the golden mean his 



HORACE. 

Vor to allure the envions tyt 
Rew hill proud palace LO thfl sky. 

The pine, thai aU the ^rove inintceiidt, 
ViiK every blut the t«<mpr«t reqdt; 
ToLleri tbe lower with thund'rous ■oiilldy 
Aad tpreadi a mighty ruiu round ^ 
Jove's bolt wUh deiolmLiag \iinw 
Strike* the cthrro»l njounEaio'i brow» 

The mao, whoHi itemiifa^t kjuI CftA b««r 
F&nuuDe indulgent or fcvere, 
Uopet wLea ibe frowm^ imd when she 
With cauUouf feareludri her wiles. 
Jove with rude winter wastes the plain, 
Jove decks the roay Sfirittg Kgaia. 
Life^» formcf illi are bvcrpAitj 
Nor wi)t iLtf prFBcnt ftlwa^* bit. 
Mow FboEbuiA vi\tigs hU ihmrts, ftndnoii 
He lajf attUe ih' uribund^-d baw* 
Sliike* JDlo Ue iht trembling string, 
^nd wakes I he »iletit Mu«q to sing. 

With uiiibatipg courage, brave 
Ad vermi t^ *s tii m kil E t] o ui ^a ve 
WhtD loo propit^otti breeses rise. 
And the Ligbi veuel swiftly flies, 
WiLh t^mld ea^ttioD catch iLe Eale^ 
And shorten the distended aail. 



HORACE, BOOK III. ODE XIIL 

O F«»M BlaadBdM 

Blandobia ! more than crysul dear! 
Whose soothing murmurs charm the ear I 
Whose margin soft with flowivte ccows'd 
InTitce the festive band avoo&d. 



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...«t«,uis jorh^ht hishi 

In thought, the wrathful 

Or wantons with his little 

But vain are all his purpo 

Jeluaivcdl hi, flattering 

To-morrow .hail hi, ferve; 

Stamthe^iure.ilvcrofth 

When fiery Siriu. bla.ti 

?»*?"^\% gelid .tre.a 

To thee, the fdnting flock. 

J: "*«^y«>«I reviving, 

To thee, the ox with toil o, 

-,^'?»^8«ofoldwnown 

Tbiu while Ling in deathl 
The verdant holm. who,e„ 
2^y. weet retirement to def 
fljhoerthemo...g«^^ 

Th^iprifliUjwiitmlenp.,, 



261 



THE PASTORALS OF VIKGIL. 



1 eertandl catrfdm, qwiai propter Mi«reni 
B lodcarl a*eo Lmertt, Mb. Itt. 



PASTORAL !.• 



MELIBCEUS, TITYBUS. 

Melibcnu. 
Whebb the broad beech au ample shade diiillaja. 
Your slender reed resounds the sylvan lays* 
O happy Tiiyros ! while we, forlorn. 
Driven from our lands, to distant climes arc bome^ 
Stretch'd carelctts in the pcacr^ul shade you ting. 
And all the groves with Amaryllis ring. 

• It hM beni oh»errrd bj lome crtiir*, who hare trrsird of psilB 
ral pOflry, that, in trrerj pofui oi thl* kind, it it prop<r that lh«teeaa 
or l«iid*ca|i«, roouci-ied wiih the liitit- plot or fable on which the poeai 
i* rouiMtrti, l»e deliiiestrd with at i»>aac at miicii areunry aa la »aS* 
dent to render tlie dcM-ripiInn particular ati't pirtunaqoe. How far 
Vlrfil ha* ihouaht fit to attend to turh a rule may appear fro« ib« 
remark* whtrh in« traa«liior ha« »abj<iined to ererjr paatoral. 

The acrtic of the lirai pakioml b pictured out with irreat acrarary. 
The >hepherd* Mt- llbceu* and I'livriw are rfprp^cotrd a* conYerriM 
toirrtbrr beiieatli a «pr«adiiiu' iM-ech-in e. Flocks and herda are lecd- 
Inif liird tijr. At a illtic dialancp we briioM, nn the une haiid a ersat 
rm-k, and on th'- ntlier a fence of liowt-riuff willowa. 1°be pmapcrt aa 
It wtdeii> l« ditfr-ifled with irrovf*. and ktrr-.ini», and moik (AJlircea. 
parikularl) elnia. Htjond all thr«e ap|ii-ar markby irroaiida, and 
rock; liliU. The rai(K«d anil dro<ti>iii? flot-k nf the anforiunal*' ahrp« 
lirrd particnlarljr thf shr-goat ««hlch he lead* alony, an- no 1iicod4> 
drrable ii|rHre« in llil* (ilcture.— The lluie k the CTeui'>'; ofa fumaer- 
day, a little beiori: kon^rt. bee of thi; original, «. I. 6. 9. ^3. A4. ST. 
M. 81, Stc. 

I hi« psktoral la »4id to have bern written on the followinf oeeai4oo. 
AMgiiaiu*. in nrd«.-r In rewarii the acrvirrauf hU rrteraii*. by iseanaol 
whoii. hi- h.4d t-ktthiUiied him>elf >n the Roman empire, dlHiriboted 
amon;; thcui the land* that lay ooniiicuoa* to Mantua and Crr^ 



To make way fur thee tntru.ii'ra, the rlxblful owiiera,of whoa Vlivil 
w.i« one, were turu*^ out. tlut our poet, bv the Interceaaion of M** 
CBOtt*. waa relnaUted In hi* poMeaaiona. Meiiboeaa hare peraooalaa 
one of ibf unhappy rxliea, and Virgil ta repreaeoted aadar the cha- 
racter of TItyru*. 



3. 



302 THE PASTORALS 

Tliit \)eace to a propitiout god I owe ; ^ 
None el«e,mj friend inch blirtioBi coqM l*Aom. 
Ilim will I wlebrmte «kh rigbt»di»iiie. 
Aud frcqnent lamb* shall tuin hU Mcrad tliTUM. 
By him, thrsc ffcdmg herd< In safety stTBy J 
By him, in peace I pipe the rural lay. 
M9iibmm$, 

T envy not, but wonder at your fate» 
That no aUrnii invode iWi bleti relfcai; 
While iii?ii!;hbooriEK fields the irok* of wo* naovad. 
And df ittliiitjn ra^** *** mroand* 
Worn *Uh fatifiio I slowly onward head, 
And scarce my f«ble fmiultng goat* attaint, 
My hind ihii sickly ^ttn mq hardly b*ar, 
Wbote young nf w ye»B'd ("b onee »n hopeful pMrl) 
Ami^ ihe Uagling biwU « they Uy, 
On the iharp int vere left to pine away. 
These i 11 1 b ad f ort«ff (i , l>vi t that my mind 
To all pommn and prwltdes w« blind. 
Oft have the bUileil o*lis foretold my wo« : 
And ofitn h^t the inaiiipitioiii cro w , __^_ 

Perch'd on the wilheiM holm, whh fateful cfiw 
ficrram'd m my ew her diittial propbccici- 
But aay, O Tiiyro*. wh« god bestows 
This biiiifiil life of undisturb'd repoaat 

Imperial Rome, while yet to me unknovBf 
I vainly IJTccnM to ourttmorry lci*n, 
Onr I .jr!*- Mantua, at ^«bkh ii foU 
The yearly offspring of our fruitful fold : 
As in th« whelp the father's shape appean. 
And as the kid its mother's semblance bean. 
Thus greater things my inexperienced miad 
Rated by otbeiu of inferior kind. 



OP YIRGIL. Xt 

Bat the* 'midst other eitiei, rears her heaif 
High» as the cypress overtops the reed. 

MeUbcnu. 

And whj to visit Rome was yon Inclined f 
Titynu. 

Twaa there I hoped my liberty to find. 
And there my liberty I found at last. 
Though long with listless indolence opprest ; 
Yet not till Time had silver'd o'er my haira» 
And I had told a tedious length of yean ^ 
Nor till the gentle Amaryllis chann'd,* 
And Galatea's love no longer warm'd. 
For (to my friend I will confess the wholr) 
While Galatea captive held my soul. 
Languid and lifeless all I dragg'd the chain,. 
Neglected liberty, neglected gain. 
Though from my fold the frequent victim bUd» 
Though my fat cheese ih' ungrateful city fed. 
For this I ne'er perceived my wealth increase^ 
I lavish'd all her haughty heart to please. 

MslibcBut, 
Why Amaryllis pined, and pass'd away 
In lonely shades the melancholy day ; 
Why to the gods she breathed incessant vowr; 
For whom her mellow apples press'd the bough* 
So late, I wonder'd — Titynis was gone. 
And she (ah luckless maid !) was left alone. 
Your absence every warbling fountain moum'd. 
And woods and wilds the wailing strains retuznM. 

Titjfnu. 

What could I do ? to break th' enslaving chnin 

All other efforu had (alas !) been vain ; 

• Tha reAaemmU ofTiabBiannm, Dc La Cerda, and otBen, wb« 
will bave Amaryllto in vlgqlfj Home, »nd Galatea tn •tcBlfv MsMa^ 
' sed thia pavaite oot a lliilr : Ifibf literal BMBiaff be a4^ 



kavc Mrnlci 
•IttCdTltel 



wMe btnomn ol)»ioat aitd DAiurai. 



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264 THE PASTORALS 

Nor dartt my hopes pretame, bat there, to ted 
The gods to condescending and so kind. 
'Twas there these eyes the Heaven bom jonth* 

beheld. 
To whom our altars monthly ioeense yield : 
My sait he even prevented, while he spoke, 
' Manure your ancient farm, and feed your ' 

flock/ 

IfiWhiw 

Happy old man! then shall your lands remain, 

Evt«Dt KofficicDt far tfa* ibdutlrioua swain! 
Thoagh hleak ftAd ban yoti.Hdgy rock> ariAOr 
And l*»t ID liikei the neigHbtiuriug p^iture lies. 
Your herdi r^Q wcm(cd gn^unds shall safely range. 
And never /eel the dire rffrcti of cliange. 

I No foreign ftack shaU spread iDfectJug bsaa 

j To 1i rt ^obir pregnant dimfi, Uihc« happy twain! 

You by known fiftranu and sactcd fauntatDJ laid 

I Shall taste the coolneu oT tlje fragrsDt ihtdc* 

Beneath yon fence, wh«fr vlUow-boughi nnite, 

I And to their flowers the kutarmibg bcci iavirej * 

Oft shall the lalling hum periukde to rcft^ 
And balnjy slumbers iteal into ^oqr breaii ; 
While warbled from ihift rock the pnincr'* Uy 
In deep repose dissoUet your sool away; 
High on yon elm ibe tunle watts aloap* 

I And yoar loved tiug doves breathe a hoaner moM. 

I Ti^jfrKS. 

The nimble harts shall grace in empty air, 

I And seas retx eating leave their fishes bare. 

The German dwell where rapid Tigris flows. 
The Parthian, banish'd by invading foos. 
Shall drink the Gallic Arar, from my I 
Bre his majestic image be effaced. 



OF TIROIL. 1 

Mf§libmu, 
B«t ve Bast tnvtl o'er • .ength of luidf. 
O'er Scjthian toowt, or Afric's bnming tandi; 
Boom wander where remote Oaxcs Uvee 
The Cretaa memdowt with bis rapid wevee; 
la Britain eome, from every comfort torn. 
Prom all the world removed, are doom'd tomovnk 
When long long years hare tedions roll'd awaj» 
Ah! shall I yet at last, at last» sonrey 
My dear paternal lands, and dear abode. 
Where once I reign *d in walls of hamble sod ! 
These lands, these harvests must the soldier shart I 
For rode barbarians lavish we onr care ! 
How are our fields become the spoil of wart ! 
How are we min'd by intestine jara ! 
Kow» Meliboeos, now ingraff the pear. 
Now teach the vine its tender sprays to rear!— > 
Oo then, my goats ! — go, once a happy sto r a 
Once happy !— happy now (alas !) no more ! 
Ko more shall I, beneath the bowery shada 
In mral qoiet indolently laid. 
Behold yon from afar the cliffs ascend. 
And from the sbmbby precipice depend ; 
Na mora to music wake my melting Ante, 
White ao the thyme yon feed, and willow's whal^ 
•omeahoot. 

Thi» night at least with me yon may repoet 
Ob the green foliage, and forget onr woes. 
Apples and nuts mature onr boughs allord. 
And cardled milk in plenty crowns my bo«rd» 
Kow from yon hamlets donds of smoke arise* 
Asd slowly roll along the evening skies ; 
And see, projected from the moontain's brow^ 
A tamihMi'd shade obacares the plain belotf. 



i^wt t^utts nor tears iiic sconih 

Distinguiah'd by h\% wealthier 

Oft to the beech'* dcep-omhow 

Pensive and sad this hajile<«s si 

There told in artless verse bis ( 

To echoing bill* and groves, bii 

In vain the Hate's complainii 

And am I doom'd, unpitying b 

Now to faint flocks the grove a 

And in the thorny brake the lii 

Now Thestylis with herbt of ti 

Prepares the weary harvest-ina 

And all is still, tave where the 

Of chirping grasshoppers it hea 

While I, exposed to all the rag 

Wander the wilds in search of i 

Was it not easier to support t 

I felt from Amaryllis' fierce dis 

• Tsc ehter esrallnry of ihb norm c« 

■•one w«M.ld tNiuk KkrhlcffrciMity .Iik.. 
whicli Murr^i, Dr««aii ar«iiiM ibe •nbj. 
tareorhu >rrci^>D iBiy Miiiy be ttnr 

p UnlaM librat 

O dri«ii at Um •Biki ihMe loi 
it sfipnra lo ha«r brrn on oiiirr ihAii thi 

Uv« to ♦iriBr, and rrco.uiiicndr.1 bj ili. . 



M lar arucia «lrg«ir, Sai m k^m ... , 

cjMijrsoriaMersiiiy •Urh S. .-cJik*^ ha. 



OP VIRGIL. 907 

Eui«r MenaTcM* cold neglect to bear. 

Black tboogh he was, though thou art bloontng fidrt 

Yet be relenting, nor too much presume* 

beanteoQS boy, on thy celestial bloom ; 
The sable violet* yields a precious die« 

While useless on the field the withering lilict Ut^ 
Ah, cruel boy ! my love is all in vain. 
No thoughts of thine regard thy wretched awmia. 
Dow rich my flock thou carest not to know. 
Nor how my pails with generous milk o'erflow. 
With bleat of thousand lambs my hills i 
And all the year my milky stores abound. 
Not Amphion's lays were sweeter than my t 
Those lays that led the listening herds aloi^p; 
And if the face be true I lately view'd. 
Where calm and clear th' uncurling ocean i 

1 lack not beauty, nor could'st thou deny. 
That even with Daphnis I might dare to vie. 

O deign at last, amid these lonely fields. 
To taste the pleasures which the country yields^ 
With me to dwell in cottages resign'd, 
To roam the woods, to shoot the bounding hind i 
With me the weanling kids from home to goida 
To the green mallows on the mountain side ; 
With me in echoing groves the song to raiae^ 
And emulate ev'n Pan's celestial lays. 
Pan taught the jointed reed iu tuneful strain. 
Pan guards the tender flock, and shepherd swmia. 
Nor grudge, Alexis, that the rural pipe 
So oft hath suin'd the roses of thy lip : 
How did Amyntas strive thy skill to gain ! 
How grieve at last to find his labour vaia I 
Of seven unequal reeds a pipe I have. 
The prsdous gift which good Damostas §%▼•» 

• Tscdalaa (bsr* truiriatsd >M^yteMsd spwple mImv ■ 
• T 



^*« hf^nteous kids 
J^oumh'd with rare 

«-JK*U»jreIenU«l 
Coaie,beaateo«,bc 



OP TfRGIL. % 

TIm bowf liare Uld vaj tilver f ouDtmiot wMta* 
My flowers tf fading in the •oatb«ni blait^— 
Plj'tt thoa, ab fooliah boj, the fooMoma giotat 
Yt goJt lat tiua hava Ufi the realu aboira. 
Paria with taoni tha pomp of Ttof sttrvay^ 
Attd aoaght th' Idaan bowaia aad paaaaiU akaJa. 
In har proed palaeaa let Pallaa ahina^ 
The lowly wooda and raral Ufb ba flUMk 
Ilia liooeat all diaadfol in be« coaiaa 
Ponaea the wolf, and he with hMidlong ioica 
FUei at the wanton goat, that lorea to alimb 
The cliCTa atecp tide^ and crop tha flowaring ClqrBtft 
Thee Corydon paraoet, O beaateooa boy : 
That each fo drawn along by 10010 pecaliar joy. 

Now evening Mftcomaa on ; and homeward now 
From iSeld the weaiy oaan bear the ploogh. 
The aetUog aon now beamt more mildly brighl» 
The ahedowa lengthening with the level Ught» 
While with love'a flame my rtatleta boaen |^«ib 
For love no interval of aaie allowa« 
Ah» Corydon ! to weak eomplainta a prey t 
What road nasi thoa to wMte the fleeting dayl 
Be «oaeed at length ; thy half-praned vinee i 
The needfal enltara of thy carbing hand. 
Haate, lingering awala, the flesila wiUowa % 
And with thy wonted care thy 1 
Forget Aleaia' anielenting icon* 
Aaoihar low* thy fMMflft vttl iMi 



MENALCAS, DA 



To whom beloogt ihit flc 
ToMeUboBur 

Dc 

No : the o 

Hm ihephard JBfoii gave 

Urn 

Ah ttill neglected, ttill i 
Be pH«< Hear* trith aMidi 
And feart Iftt tb* a hapi 
BfMflwhilir thU bi?e1ip)ji wi 
fivfritidt bU oiAtur, and p 
M iUb t trice an boiu-, and di 
Wboee empty dngi in vain i 



Potbear» <m men tnch Ian 
Thee, f tain of manhood ! thi 
I know« with whom— and w 
filed 

The tiviiiplj* rvv: ru^'ij iiftif [ 
And how the goatt beheld » 
The abamefal eight with a la 

Willi llKir u«ifpirc PitlffnMta, irate 
tvm at tH-et ti'l rr44. 3^Joch» Ma- tn 

f Thri»b|tl»i»uiiJi^' •1)ol« c»r 11114 at 



OF TIRGIL. 



a7i 



Mmialcai. 
H« doubt* when Mycon's tender treet I broke* 
And gMh'd bit young rinet with a blunted hook. 

JDamertat. 
Or when, coHeeal'd behind this ancient row 
Of beech, you broke. young Daphnis' sbaftt and bow» 
With sharpeet ping^ of raacDTQiu angqiih siiuig 
To tee the gift conferred ^n odk mo young : 
And bad you not thus virakM your untid iplto* 
Of very envy yon had died outni^hu 

Mmmleat 
Oodt ! what may mantert dare, when midi a pitch 
01 loipndeace their thievUh hirelings reach: 
Did I not, wretch (deny it if yoa dare). 
Did I not tee yon bft,inotit*i gnti rniAanY 
Lyciaca bark'd; then t the Mon xpird. 
And * Whither ulink* y^n ineb'kiTSff fhi«'f T I < 
The thief diacover'd straight hia prey forMwk, 
And eculk'd amid the ledgca of the brook. 



That goat my pipe from Damon fairly gaisM ; 
A match wai •< i, cicJ I the priie i>btabi'd. 
He own'd it due to my inp^nor ikiUj 
Asd yet refoaed hU bargain lo fnlil. 



By your inperior tkill the goat was won I 
Have you a jointed pipe« la^kcepi dawn! 
Whoee whitsing »tf*w» with ban'iCit diaeotd jan'd, 
A« in the itioeU your wretched rhymes yon mnir'^* 



Boasts are but vain^ Vm ready, whan yon will* 
To mako n aolama trial nf onr ikilL 



Alern 
A"ght from the flock Ida 
^ ""•!•;«? dame, and a. i 
Who of their .tore «,«,ict, 
Th«twu«ad.ytheycoum 
But tince yoo purpoM to be 
Tirob.or>nc«p.I^n,ple 

ThcIebcrMvPork of famed 
K««tcdrouodihebrin,.byth 

H^f^hid in lea^etiu mimic 

Taught when to reap, and wh. 
Athomelharer^edtl^u 
»o lip hM e'er tUirj,^^^ 



Their hand e. with acwithn. a 
Orpheu.„«the^y 

J:rl'J°!»«»»t«oi,.danee3^ 
^^«»P-io«udiexioU'dyto 



OF yiRGIU 

Tosikril not boMi jMv vSctotj lo-dtj* 
hH him U jodgt who puMM ftiM thto way s 
Aad M« tb* good Palmon! imt me^ twain, 
To^ni bo OMM CMuioBt how yot brag agptfo. 



DoUjt t brook not ; if yoo daiOj 
At aiBgiag no aatagoBitt I dread. 
Palaoioii, listen to th* important eongi. 
To each dobataa attention strict belongs* 



Biag then. A eoach the flowery hcibago jioMa : 
Wow bliieioai all tba trees, end ail tha fields ; 
And all tha woodf their poap of foliago wear* 
And Katnre's fairsst roba adoma tha blooming jma, 
PasMBtaf flm th' skamata lay shall misa t 
Th' iaspirisg Mosas lore alternate lajpa. 



99/m ifit I iing ; fa Masea, aid ny lajr^ 
All Natara owns hiS aneigy and sway i 
Tha Sarth and Heatans his sovereign botiity ahai% 
And to my Tenas he Toachiafes hia aaia* 



With greet Apollo I begin the ttraii^ 
For I am great Apollo's favoarite awaia) 
For him tha purple hyscinth I wear* 
And sacred bay to Phcrbos ever dear. 



Hia tpHghtly Qalatea at my head 
An apple flung, and to tho willows flad; 
Bat ai along the level lawn she flew, 
Tha wanton wish'd not la atespa my iriaw. 



I hflfnih'd long for fair Amyntaa' 
!■• ttMT Im aomeCtoabiddeo Co my 



tJ4 TBB PA*>TORAL0 

A»4 with mtj 4op it io fsmtliar pwB, 
Thai ay ^vm Delia it oo better kaows. 



I lately BsHt'd wbeie/flaidtt tha TerdaaC 
Two pa/ent^oiret bad boiU tlieir leafy bed ; 
I froflu the nctt the yoaag will shortly take, 
Aa4 to any love a haadaone prtatat aMka. 



Tea raddy wUdisft, from a lofty bea^. 

That tbroofb the green learea beam'd with ydlav 

glow, 
I broaght away* and to Amyntaa bore ; 
To4norrow I eball tend at many more. 



Ab the keen raptaret '. when my yielding lair 
Breathed her kind wbispert to my ramh'd ear ! 
Waft, gentle galet, her accenU to the ikiet. 
That gods ihemtelvet may hear with tweet tarpiita 

Mtmateat, 

Whatf thovgh I am not wretched by yonr teom! 
8ay» beauteottt boy, say can I eeate to moam« 
If, while I hold the neta, the boar you face. 
And rashly brave the dangers of the chaae Y 
Doaictta*. 

Send Phyllit home, loU^ for to^ay 
I celebrate my birth, and all is gay ; 
When for my crop the victim I prepare* 
lolu in oar festival may share. 

Menaloat. 
Phyllit I love; the more than all ean cb&rai* 
And mutnal flrei her gentle bosom warm : 
Taartf when I leave her, bathe her beantaoaa ayea ; 
' A longt a long adieu, my love I' the criet. 



J 



OF VIRGIL. 375 



The wotf iff dreadful to the woolly train. 
Fatal to harvesta it the crushing rain. 
To the green wood* the wiodt deetructive ptort* 
To me the rage of mine offended love. 

MentUcat. 
The willow's grateful to the pregnant ewes. 
Showers lo the corn, to kids the mountain-biovt ^ 
More grateful far to me my lovely boy,— 
In ewecl Amynta* centres all my joy. 
DatUBtat. 
Bven PoUio deigns to hear my rural lays ; 
And eheers the bashful Muse with generoot | 
Ye sacred Nine, for your great patron feed 
A beauteous heifer of the noblest breed. 
Menalaqa. 
Pollio the art of heavenly song adorns ^ 
Then let a bull be bred with butting horns. 
And ample front, that bellowing, spurns the | 
Tears up the turf, and throws the sands aronad. 
DamuBtat. 
Him whom my Pollio loves aaay naught annoj ) 
May he like Pollio every wish enjoy ; 
O may his happy lands with honey flow. 
And on his thoras.Assyrian roses blow I 
Memaleai. 
Who hates not foolish Bavioi, let him lov« 
Thee, Mavius, and thy tasteleM rhymes apprOT«( 
Nor needr it thy admirer's reason shock 
To milk the he goats, and the foxea yoke. 
DamaHo*. 
Ye boys, on garlands who employ yoor < 
And p«ll the creeping strawberries, bewail. 



970 THE PASTOilALS 

yiy for yow Ihreg, and leave that fatal place, 
▲ deadly anake lies larking in the grass. 



Forbear, my flocksy and warily proceed, 
Kor on that faithlese bank Mcorely tread ; 
The heedloM ram late planged amid the pooL 
And in the ran now dries his reeking wool. 



Ho^ Tityros! lead back the browsing flock. 
And let them feed at distance from the brook ; 
At bathing time I to the shade will bring 
My goats, and wash them in the cooling spring. 

l/enoJoM. 
Haste, from the sultry lawn the flocks remow 
To the cool shelter of the shady grove : 
When bnming noon the curdling odder driet, 
Th' ungrateful teau in vain the shepherd pUsfti 



How lean my ball in yonder mead appears, 
Thoagh the fat soil the richest pastare bears ! 
Ah Love 1 thoa reign'st supreme in every heart. 
Both flocks and shepherds laogaish with thy dait 

Meiuleat. 
Love has net iojured my consumptive flocks. 
Yet bare their bones, and faded are their looks : 
What envious eye hath squinted on my dams. 
And sent its poison to my t«inder lambs t 

DanuBtat, 
Say in what distant land the eye descries 
But three short ells of all th' expanded skies? 
Tell this, and great Apollo be your name? 
Your skill it equal, equal be your fame. 



^=3S 



OF VIRGIL. 



tn 



MtnateuB, 
8my in what toil a woodroiu flower b bom^ 
WhoM iMTca lb« Mcred lunio of kings adomf 
Tell Util, wid imke my Pli^llii to yoar aii 
▲ad reign th' eahvAll'd lof eni^i^ of her 



TiM not for me ibcse hij^h dkptitei to end } 
Bach to the Leifcr }UAt\y mmj prrtend. 
Such be their fortune^ irho ii^ well can aing 
From lore what painfdl jojt, what pleaatng 

•pring. 
Now, boys* obetroct the conrte of yonder riU i 
The meadowa have already ^w^mk Uitir iU. 



PASTORAL iy.« 

PcOio, 
SIOILIAN Mote, enblimer etraina iaepln« 
And warm my boeom with diviner fite I 
All take not pleasare in the mral eeeDt* 
In lowly tamarbks, and foreau gnen. 
U Ajtv&a ihrcD«a we *ing> tbeQ let out Wyn 
Dfterve & coniqri' ear,, aconinr* prmii«, 

• In Lhli foorth y*Moril n'v ptnliful^r ia n ivi pe 1i 4 » >■ nfttr^ ^ Th* 
«hol» li m prv^^ar i"at of trbamtph. liml u ibavMl ■(! \hr Inifrf 
And ■PlqHsrhi hrr Df Ifw rnnJ klaJ Jl li ao Im m trui Ih(cdII« [|iMn tfa« 
ntbrrc^ *f **' tJflt (fur iltftr3lln>tn>f tpi-^lnfmL (iT»ii ia> frj fta ft^iL^ 

(I Vrtf IllfJt <llbfV>rUA:e Irt l'»T* ft fliJ lihtf SKri^fco HUP pnatll W 

vrtiie^n. Tr#t •liirit tit lirophftic mlhu^lK^fli Uuli ^r^ iiiic^ i&npqf h ll, 
utd tlw riF*BJV^bljinc« 11 bean In Dij.Df p]Ac;ri to Ih^ on^Hital n^na^T, 
nthm II ni4 laprnbtyt 1^1 4>nr lort corapimH] H inrUf fifnlii io«* 
plri~««<if DTHlrfit prvpU^f IhAI (DkLi ii»*e ^pHaH Imn 1<la biod** »bA 



plri~««<if DTHlrfit prvpU^f IhAI (DkLi 

ib4t h« »ft«fw4fd«iaHM^b«i 11 14 bb frem] ib^ p4tniD FMllo^ ■• « 
■in of tb4 WrLb ol &b iu S^toaaiqa. 

t TlM ftathor o#tlM RuMcr. 



978 THE PASTORALS 

The age eomrs oo, that future age oi gold 
In Cmna't mjatic prophedea foretold. 
The years begin their mighty coone agaia^ 
The Virgin now retoraa, and the Sataniiaa niffk- 
Now from the lofty manaiona of the sky 
To Earth descends an heaven-bom progeny. 
Thy Phoebus reigns, Locina. lend thine aid, 
Vor be his birth, his glorioua birth, delayed! 
An iron race shall then no longer rage. 
But all the world regain the golden age. 
This child, the joy of nations, shall be bom» 
Thy consulship, O Pollio, to adorn : 
Thy consulship these happy times shall prore. 
And see the mighty months begin to more; 
Then all our former guilt shall be forgiven. 
And man shall dread no more th' avenging doom of 
Heav'n. ' 

The ion with heroes and with gods shall shine. 
And lead, enroU'd with them, the life divine. 
He o'er the peaceful nations shall preside^ 
And hb sire's virtues shall his sceptre guide. 
To thee, auspicious babe, th' unbidden earth 
Shall bring the earliest of her flowery birth : 
Acanthns soft in smiling beauty gay. 
The blossom'd bean, and ivy's flaunting spray. 
Th' nntended goats shall to their homes repair. 
And to the milker's hand the loaded udder bea& 
The mighty lion shall no more be fear'd. 
But graze innoxious with the friendly herd. 
Sprung from thy cradle fragrant flowers shall spread^ 
And, fanning bland, shall wave around thy head. 
Then shall the serpent die, with all his race : 
No deadly herb the happy soil disgrace : 
Assyrian balm on every bush shall bloom. 
And breathe in every gale iu rich perfume. 

But when thy father's deeds thy youth shall ftva. 
And to great actions all thy soul inspire. 



OF ViaOlL. 199 

Wh«B thoQ thalt read of heraw and of kingi. 
And Bwrk the glory that fron Tirtaeapringt; 
Then boondloM o'er the far>extended plaia 
Shall wave lovnriant crope of golden grain» 
With parple grapes the loaded thorn ahall htfod. 
And itreaming honey from the oak descend. 
Kor jet old frand shall wholly be efhced ; 
Kairiet for wealth ahall roam the watery waste; 
Prond cities fenced with towery walls appear^ 
And crael shares shall earth's soft bosom tear : 
Another Typhys o'er the swelling tide 
With steady skill the bonnding ship shall guide; 
Another Argo with the flower of Greece 
From Colchos' shore shall waft the golden fleeee; 
Again the world shall hear war's load alarms. 
And great Achilles shine again in arms. 

When riper years thy sirengthen'd nerves shall hnm. 
And o'er thy limbs diffase a manly grace. 
The mariner no more shall plough the deep. 
Nor load with foreign wares the trading ship ; ' 
Each eonntry shall abound in every store. 
Nor need the products of another shore. 
Henceforth no plough shall cleave the fertile gnaad. 
No pmning-hook the tender vine shall wound ; 
The husbandman* with toil no longer broke. 
Shall loose his ox for ever from the yoke. 
No more the wool a foreign die shall feign. 
But purple flocks shall grace the flowery plain ; 
Glittering in native gold the ram shall tnad. 
And scarlet lambs shall wanton on the mead. 

In concord join'd with fate's unalter'd law 
The Destinies these happy times foresaw. 
They bade the sacred spindle swiftly run. 
And hasten the auspicious ages on. 

O dear to all thy kindred gods above ! 
O thon, the ofispring of eternal iov* I 



»»,£!? V "'•*^» »«* • Mil 



jT Of VIRGIIi. 



MBNALCAS, MOPSOS. 



ttaOB you with tkUl cma touch the timefvl na^ 
8inet few my Teraee or my roice exceed ; 
Ib this refreshing ehade ehall we recline^ 
Where hasele wich the lofty elme comhinef 

Yoar ripet ege e doe reepect reqairety 
Tit mine to yield to what my friend detiree } 
Whether yoa chooee the tephyr'e fanmng breeae* 
That shakes the waveriog shadows of the trees j 
Or Ihe deep-shaded grotto's cool retreat :— 
And see yon eave screened from the scorching htat, 
Wheia the wild rine its curling tendrils weaves^ 
Whose grapfs glow ruddy through the qoivering 

JfiMlOM. 

Of all the swains that to our hills belongs 
AmjaUMB only vies with yon in song. 

What, though with me that haughty shepherd ?ii^ 
Who proudly dares Apollo's self defy Y 

JfiNoleoi. 
Begin ; let Aleon's praise inspire your strains,* 
Or Codms' death, or Phyllis' amoroos pains ; 
Bsgtn whatever theme your Muse prefer. 
To feed the kids be, Tityras, thy care. 

e lltra wc dlMorc^ MtnakM tad Momrn MSird l» as tahom 
twmai hf the laicnror— twijpof > wM Wae. Agrovaof kaatliMd 

MM MITOttOdl thto Vbam. Tht MMoa ICMW to b« MUMMr. Tks 

d^ottbed«i !■ nnt ipcdivil 
llJMfli iliit pMHfe It Is CTldciil dMl Vfrgfl Ihovfflil pMleral poeliy 
nigMs «r s aiack grMlw wtetf la to taldsctg ihM toae asiwe 
fliWeiein allow. 



S82 THB PASTORALS 



I rather will report that moorafal song. 
Which late I carred th« irerdant beech aloag; 
(I carved and irill'd by timu the laboar'd Uy) 
And let Amyntat match ne if he may. 



As slender willows where the olive grows. 
Or sordid shrubs when near the scarlet rose. 
Such (if the jadgment I have form'd be troe) 
Such is Amyataa when compared with yon. 



1 1 No more, Menalcat ; we delay too long. 

The grot's dim shade invitee my promised toog. 
When Daphnis fell by fate's remorseless blow* 
The weeping nymphs pour'd wild the plaint of wo«{ 
Witness, O haxel-grove, and winding i 
For all yonr echoes caoght the mooimfttl t 
In agony of grief his mother prett 
Tlie clay cold carcase to her throbbing I 
Frantic with anguish wail'd his hapleetfata. 
Raved st the start, and Heaven'e relentless 1 
Twas then the swains in deep despair foiaook 
Their pining fiocks, nor led them to the brook; 
The pining flocks for him their pastnreo slight. 
Nor grassy plains nor cooling streams invito. 
The doleful tidings reach'd the Libyan shores. 
And lions moum'd in deep repeated roars. 
His cruel doom the woodlands wild bewail. 
And plaintive hills repeat the melancholy tale. 

• It to the mo*t crBcnl sod not! prol«bl0 cmIwIvw. that leiss 
Ca<nr b thi* l>apliDt« whiiM death saddcMkattoaara hstveatahrsSsd. 
aoni« however «re ofop-oion, (bat bf Daphals b acaaC a raal slM^ 
hrrd of SlciiT of that aaiaa, wbo 6 Mid to ha«« lar— lad tajeaja 
po4>ti7, aod la hoaour ofwhoM Um Urtliass ptifwisd f sasti sa» 
er.floc*. 



OF TIROIU 

Twu he, who first Armenia's ttgert broke. 
And tmmed their etabbom natnrec to the yoke ; 
He first with ivy wrapt the thy rent round. 
And made the hilU with Bacchna' ritee reeonnd.* 
At vines adorn the trees which they entwine* 
As parple clusters beautify the vine. 
As bulls the herd, as corns the fertile plains* 
The godlike Daphnis dignified the swains. 
When Daphnis from our eager hopes was tom, 
PhoKbus and Pales left the plains to mourn. 
Now weeds and wretched tares the crops subdue* 
Where store of generous wheat but lately grew. 
NarciMus' lovely flower no more is seen. 
No more the velvet violet decks the green ; 
Thistles for these the blasted meadow yields. 
And thorns and frisxled burs deform the fields. 
Swains, shade the springs, and let the ground be 
With verdant leaves ; 'twas Daphnis' last request. 
Erect a tomb in honour to his name, 
Mark'd with this verse to celebrate his fame : 
' The swains with Daphnis' name this tomb adorn* 
Whose high renown above the skies is borne ; 
Fair was his flock, he fairest on the plain. 
The pride, the glory of the sylvan reign«' 

Afmalflos. 
Sweeter, O bard divine, thy numbers seem 
Than to the scorched swain the cooling stfeaa. 
Or soft on ^grant flow'rets to recline. 
And the tired limbs to balmy sleep resign. 
Blest youth ! whose voice and pipe demand the 
Due hut to thine, and to thy master's lays. 
I in return the darling theme will choose. 
And Daphnis' praises shall inspire my Muse : 

e TMi esa U spplled only to JallM Gawr; for k wsi W «h 



M TffR PA^rOKAliS 

fit ill vay tong ^baU high. At Hemven i 

High 4* tb* HeaveaSf for DAphnit w«a bj fllaai* 

Bi» TirtttM imre 9ur noblest numbei* etai«4; 
Woagbtcan delight me moite thiui luch m (beSMH 
Which in xomr sonf new dignity obtmin^^ 
Oft hM wu Sttmieboa extoll'd the etnaoi. 

iTow JUphnU ibines, among the gode « god, 
Scnick with the •plendoort of his new abodiew 
Beneath hit footstool far remote appear 
The clouds slow sailing* and the starry sphere.. 
Uence lawns and groves with gladsome raptoret jfof* 
The swains, the nymphs, and Pan in concert ablg* 
The wolves to mnrdex are no more inclineds 
Ko gnilcfnl nets ensnare the wandering bind* 
Deceit and violence and rapine cease* 
Po Daphnis love* the gentle arts of peaeB*. 
From savage moan tains shouts of tvantpoit ris» 
Borne fai triumphant echoes to the sk!ee| 
The rocks and shrobi emit melodious ionnd^ 
Through naturefs vast extent tbe god, the god nbondb 
Be gracious still> stiU present to oar prayer^ 
Foor altars, lo! we baild with pioa|| care,. 
Two for the insfMring god of scmg divine* 
And two, propitious Daphnis, shall be thio*. 
Two bowls white-foaming with their milky stqrn 
Of generous oil two briibming goblets moiw« 
Baeb year we aliaU present before thy shrine. 
And cheer the feast with liberal draoghts of wiae ; 
Before the fire when winter-storms invade» 
In sumnMr'a hmlt> beneath tht b(e«sy shad6-i 
Tbe hallow'd bovl* with wines of Chios erownV^ 
BhiU p9«i thalit spai^ng necMic lo th» gmnd. 



OP TlROiL. « 

PaamtmitliaH with Lyctian* iCgoB pT*y« 
And etbbimt* with festive itrainft the 4&7* 
AlpbMibciiu to the sprightly song 
Shall like the dancing Satyrs trip along. 
These riteA shall still be paid» so juatly doe, 
BiMh when the nymphs receive our anaoal rffw, 
And when with solemn songs, and Tictims CfOWB^4# 
Our lands in long procession we surround. 
While fishes love the streams and briny deep. 
And savage boars the moontain's rocky steep, 
Wliile grasshoppers their dewy food delighia. 
While balmy thyme the bosy bee invites ^ 
80 long shall last thine honours and thy ftaBS> 
80 long the shepherds shall resound thy aama. 
Such rites to thee shall hnsbaodmen Ofdain, 
As Ceres and the god of wine obuin. 
Thou to our prayer* propitiously inclined 
Thy gnucfnl suppliants to their vows shalt bind. 

Mop$ut, 

What booh, dear shepherd, can your song 
9ot nought in nature yields so sweet delight. 
Hot thasoft sighing of the southern galor 
That faintly bvcathee along tho flowery vala i 
Vor, when light hreeses curl the liquid phua. 
To tread the margin of the murmuring vaisff 
Nor BMlody of streams, that roll away 
Through reckjF dsle^ delights me as your lay. 

Ho mnen lewatd, my friend, yo«r ▼eiies eialmi 
Take then this flute that breathed the plaiativw tfciws 
Of Corydon«t when proud Dammtasl tried 
To msieh mj ftkill, it dse^'d liis has^ pride. 

• Lfcflvai watevlif •t Ceil» 
fjm m sfci s l Hii Ba^. ' tlwiKitfoMMM. 



imam 



166 THB PASTORALS 

MoptUM. 

And let this sheep-crook by my friend be 
Which brazen studs in beamy rows adoni \ 
This fair Antigenes oft begg'd to gain. 
Bat all his beauty, all his prayers ware vftia. 



PASTORAL VI.» 
Mr sportive Mute first aong Sicilian strains. 



Nor blush 'd to dwell in woods and lowly | 

To sing of kings and wars when I aspire* 

Apollo checks my vainly>rising fire. 

* To swains the flock and sylvan pipe belong. 

Then choose some humbler theme, nor dare heroic «Bf / 

The voice divine, O Varus, I obey. 

And to my reed shall chant a rural lay ; 

Since others long thy praises to rehearse. 

And sing thy battles in immortal verse. 

Yet if these songs, which Phoebus bids me write. 

Hereafter to the swains shall yield delight. 

Of thee the trees and humble shrubs shall sing* 

And all the vocal grove with Varus ring. 

The song inscribed to Varus' sacred name 

To Phoebus' favour hes the justest claim. 

Come then, my Muse, a sylvan song repeat. 

"Twas in his shady arbour's cool retreat 

Two youthful swains the god Silenus found. 

In drunkenness and sleep his senses bound. 

His turgid veins the late debauch betray ; 

His garland on the grofind neglected lay, 

• The CSV* arsUenof, which l« tha Mcne of ihl« eclofss. to ddlae* 
sted with •afllctent accancy. The ttme mcuu to be the evtntaf : at 
iMrt the ■oof docs not cmmUU the iocki sr« foldtd, sad theevoaliif 



OF TIRGIL. 187 

FaUen from bis head : and by tbe well- worn ear 

Hie CQp of ample size depended near. 

Sadden tba ewaine tbe sleeping god SQrpriee» 

And with his garland bind him at he lies 

(No better chain at hand), incensed so long 

To be defraaded of their promised song. 

To aid their project, and remove their fears, 

iEfle, a beauteoas foantain nymph appear*^ 

Who, while he hardly opes his heavy eyes» 

His stupid brow with bloody berries diea. 

Then smiling at the fraud Silenus said, 

' And dare yon thus a sleeping god invadaf 

To see me was enough , but haste, anloose 

My bonds; the song no longer I refuse; 

Unloose me, youths : my song shall pay yottV4Mda0; 

For this fair nymph another boon remains.' 

He sung; responsive to the heavenly sound 
The stubborn oaks and forests dance around. 
Tripping the Satyrs and the Faona advance. 
Wild beasu forget their rage, and join the general daasa. 
Not so Parnassus' listening rocks rejoice. 
When Phcebus raises his celestial voice ; 
Nor Thracia's echoing mountains so admire. 
When Orpheus strikes the I ood lamenting lyra. 

For first he sung of Nature's wond'rous birth i 
How seeds of wster, air, and flame, and earth, 
Down the vast void with casoal impulse hnrrd. 
Clung into shapes, and form'd this fabric of the \ 
Then hardens by degrees fhe tender soil. 
And from the mighty mound the teas recoil. 
O'er the wide world new rarioos forms arise ; 
The infant Sun along the brighten'd skies 
Begins bis course, while Barth with glad amaat 
The blazing wonder from below aurveya. 
The clouds tnUiBM their genial moittnre shed* 
And the gre«n grova lifta high itt leafy head. 



z i'l icw iiiuir nui 
Be next the blest 

PiTiEDitibeui' dirit 
WboMgrowiof he 
Then omEqei the ip 
hj ihe Bad mBrrQe^r 
Tbcf Cktl on Hjlp« 
Aod Hjlu, iljlH, 
Next h« bewuh Pu 
Who for * Imllock fe 
What fory firet thy t 
How happy thoa, if 1 
Tho maidt, whom Jui 

Ne'er felt the rage of 
Ne'er were pollatcd w 
Though oft for horoi tl 
And their toft aecke of 
4h wfrtchfd ^taeea tl 
WbLlc hii white iLmbl 
The half digeittd herb 
Or tome fair fflmale of 
Becet, ye Cretaa oytd 
Aod trace th« vaoderii 
Yet let my louglng eye 
Before lome favourite I 
Entice him with Gortyi 
Where anile the valet 
He tung how golden fn 
Deeoy'dtk* — 



OF VIRGIL. aw 

TImii wrapt in bark the moamiag fiiten round,* 

And rears the lofty aiders from the ground. 

He tang, while Gallos bj Permeainat •trmy'd, 

A sitter of the Nine the hero led 

To the Aonian hill ; the choir in haste 

Left their bright thrones, and hail'd the weleome gVMt* 

Linos arose, for sacred song renown'd* 

Whose brow a wreath of flowers and parsley bound ; 

And < Take/ he said, ' this pipe, which heretofore 

The far famed shepherd of AscriMt ^^^ > 

Then heard the mountain-oaks its magic soond* 

Leap'd from their hills, and thronging danced aroand* 

On this thou shalt renew the toneful lay. 

And grateful songs to thy Apollo pay» 

Whose famed Grynsean^ temple firom thy atimin 

Shall more exalted dignity obtain/ 

Why should I sing unhappy Scylla't fate ?| 

Sad monument of jealous Circe't hate ! 

Round her white breast what furiont monttera roll. 

And to the dashing waves incessant howl : 

How from the ships that bore Ulystet' crawY 

Her dogs, the trembling tailors dragg'd* and dew. 

Of Philomela's feast why should I sing,** 

And what dire chance befel the Thracian king? 

Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god. 

He made the barren waste his lona aboda. 

And oft on soaring pinions hovcr'd o'er 

The lofty palace, then hit own no more. 

The tuneful god renewt each pleating theuM 
Which Phoebut sung by blest Enrotat' stream ; 

* See Orld. Met. lik. 11. 
f A riTcr In Bcrada, srbinf rrom Mouot Uclleea, Mcrsd to fts 

I OrroluiB wai a narMme town of Um Letter Ailn, whet* wsie SB 
aatlsnl Uapla and oracle of Apollo. 



J Sre Virfll. J£n. IH. 

1 See HuBcr Odyw. Uk. wtL 

•• See Ovid. Metunorph. Vk, vL 



"««o* their f„lj,„. 



Past 

VELIBSDa, ( 

£•»"«• »boI„ 4* 




OF YIRGIL. 



»l 



In tbU cool shade; at hand your heifert feed. 
And of tbemtelres will to the watering speed ; 
Here fringed with reeds slow Mincius winds along^ 
And round yon oak the bees soft-murmuring throng/ 
What could I do? for I was left alone, 
Mj Phyllis and Alcippe both were gone. 
And none remained to feed my weaning Iambs, 
And to reitratn them from their bleating dams : 
Betwixt the swains a solemn match was set. 
To prove their skill, and end a long debate. 
Though stfrious matters daim'd my due regmrd. 
Their pastime to my business I preferred. 
To sing by turns the Muse inspired the swains. 
And Corydon began th' alternate strains. 

Coryion, 
Ye nymphs of Helicon, my sole desire! 
O warm my breast with all my Codrus' fire. 
If none can equal Codrus' heavenly lays. 
For next to Phoebus he deserves the praise. 
No more I ply the tuneful art divine. 
My silent pipe shall hang on yonder pine. 

Thyrm. 

Arcadian swains, an ivy wreath bestow. 
With early honours cro^-n your poet's brow ; 
Codrus shall chafe, if you my songs commend. 
Till burning spite his tortured entrails rend; 
Or amulets, to bind my temples, frame. 
Lest his invidious praises blast my fame. 

Coryion. 
A stag's lall horns, and stain'd with savage fora 
This bristled visage of a tusky boar. 
To thee, O virgin goddess of the chase, 
YoQBg Myeon offers for thy former grace. 



.^...cc, rriapMs.teachrotur 
Th.s bowl of, nilk. these hallow' 
Thy care, our garden, j, but , „e; 
And mean oblations all we can . 
But If our flock, a numerous off, 
And our decaying fold ag.in be 
Though now in mtrble thou obs. 
For thee a golden tutae we desi 

O Galatea, whiter than' the twi 
LoTeI,e«tofalIthy.i«er.ofihe 
?"r'"i«HyWa, more than 1 
^aught of Corydon employ thy, 
When -bade, of night involve th 

And •lumbering in tiieir stall. .h« 
Come to mj longing arm,, and le 
I ft ««inortal iweet. of Galatea's 

Aa (he rile tea-weed tcwter'd fa 
At he who«! face Sardinian hcrbe 
A. burs and bramble* that di.grac 
So nauteou.. so dcte.ted be thy .. 
If when thine absence I am doom' 
The day appear, not longer than a 



UK \ itiCit. 293 

Corydom. 
Ye moMjr faontftint* wtr^iiing at ye flow ! 
And iafi«r ihmi the iliimbtM yc bestow, 
Ye f r»*ty hankt ye trm wirh verduit; crown'd, • 
Whose Iravet a gliizimcriug: shade diffuse around I 
Grant to my weary flo-cks b cool retreat. 
And icreen tltpm ftotn iht iii£ame/ft rAj^inir beat; 
Fortiow the jeKria brighteit glory shines. 
Now red dinning: dusters deck rile bending vinea. 

TKlfTtiM. 

Here's wood for fuel ; here the 6re displays 
To all around iu an imalJAg blase; 
Black HiLhcDnimual tmoke our poiti appear; 
Nor dread we more '^^^^ «i'^'-'iir f*i th*" vf-ar^ 
Than the fell wolf the fearful lambkins dreada. 
When he the helpless fold by night invades; 
Or awelUng torfenti^ hcaJ long at they roll, > 
The weak rcsisunce of the shattered mole. 
Cory don. 

Now yellow harveiLi^ wave oa every fields 
Now licniling bought iho hoary chesnut yields 
Now loAiitrd trevs rFsi^ti 'Jieir atiuiial ilore, 
And on the ground the mellow fmitage pour ; 
Jocund, the face of Nature smiles, and gay; 
But if the fai Akiii wcrr away, 
Incleinent drought the hardening soil would dxmill. 
And streams no longer murmur o'er the plain. 
TAyrsM. 

A languid hue the thirsty fields assumey 
Parch'd to the root the flowers resicn their Uoom^ 
The faded vines refuse their hills to shade, 
Thtir leafy verdiirc wither 'd and decay'd : 
But if n\y Phyllis on these plains appear. 
Again the prot^^t ibeir gayest green shall wear. 
Again the cloud* theii' eopioQj moiature lend^ 
And in the genial raiu shall Jove descend. 



2M TUB PASTORALS 

Corydon. 
Alcidetf' brows the popUrleavet torronad 
Apollo's beamy locks with bays are crown'd« 
The myrtle, lovely queen of smiles, is thine* 
And jolly Bacchus loves the curling vine; 
But while my Phyllis loves the hazel-spray. 
To hazel yield the myrtle and the bay. 

I'hjfrnt. 

The fir, the hills ; the ash adorns thue woods ; 
1 he pine, tlie gardens ; and the poplar, floods. 
If thou, my Lycidas. wilt deign to come. 
And cheer thy shepherd's solitary home. 
The ash so fair in woods, and garden-pine. 
Will own their beauty far excelled by thine. 

MeUbcBUi, 
So sung the swains, but Thyrsis strove in vain; 
Thus far I bear in mind th' alternate strain. 
Young Corydon acquired unrivalFd fame. 
And still we pay a deference to his name. 



PASTORAL VIII.» 

DAMON, ALPHESIBCBUS. 
Rehearse we, PolHo, the enchanting strains 
Alternate sung by two contending swains. 
Charm'd by their songs, the hungry heifers stood 
In deep amaze, unmindful of their food ; 
The listening lynxes laid their rago aside. 
The streams were silent, and forgot to glide. 

s Id thk elirhth pMtoral no p«rticiiltr Mcae is described. The poet 
rebesncs the tonft of two conteodinf twHiM, Dsmoo &nd AipM<4< 
bOBUs. Tbe rormer idopt* the aoliloouy of t dwpairinr lover* ttie 
tattar chooMs for U« •object the magic rites of an eocoaotreM for- 
swea by hsr lover, and reeaUior him by the power of her epeili. 



OF VIRGIL. 386 

O thoa, where'er thou lead'st thy conquering hott^ 

Or by Timavus,* or th' Illyrian coatt ! 

When shall my Muse, transported with the theoie^ 

In strains snblime my PoUio's deeds proclidm ; 

And celebrate thy lays by all admir'd. 

Such as of old Sophocles' Muse inspired ? 

To thee, the patron of my rural songs. 

To thee my first, my latest lay belongs. 

Then let this humble ivy.wreath enclose, 

twined with triumphal bays, thy godlike browf. 

What time the chill sky brightens with the dawn. 

When cattle love to crop the dewy lawn. 

Thus Damon to the woodlands wild complaii&My 

As 'gainst an olive's lofty trunk he lean'd. ' 



Lead on the genial da;^, O star of morn! 
While wretched I, all hopeless and forlorn. 
With my last breath my fatal woes deplore. 
And call the gods by whom false Nisa swore ; 
Though they, regardless of a lover's pain. 
Heard her repeated vows, and heard in vain. 
Begin, my pipe, the sweet Maenalian strain.! 

Blest Msnalus ! that hears the pastoral fong 
Still languishing its tuneful groves along ! 
That hears th' Arcadian god's celestial laj« 
Who taught the idly-mstling reeds to play ! 
That hears the singing pines ! that hears the iwtiA 
Of love's soft chains melodiously complain ! 
Begin, my pipe, the sweet Msuialian strain. 

Mopsusthe willing Nisa now enjoys — 
What may not lovers hope from such a choice ! 

• A river la Italy. 

f TMtlBtercftlary llae («• it la called by ilM eonsMalalow), « 

MOM !• be taiendcd aa a rboraa or harden to Um aaae, U I wr ssMii 

Um laec of a triplat, tkat It Mf ke aa i o< apaa4 tBf aC tie CMMIHM 

tha vafwia tka traaalatiaa aa ttlala dM artfeiaaL— MMalM «*• 



291 THE PASTORALS 

No^ nares and griffins shall their hate i 

And u f. SDCceeding age shall see them join 

In frieL- iship's tic ; now mutual love shall briag 

The dog nd doe to share the friendly spring. 

Scatter th nuts, O Mopsus. and prepare 

The nuptia orch to light the wedded fair. 

Lo, Hesper i stent to the western main. 

And thine tht ' ight of bliss — thine, happy •wain! 

Begin, my pip** The sweet Maenalian straki. 

Exult, O Nisa n thy happy state ! 
Supremely blest ir ''uch a worthy mate ; 
While you my bear •ielest, and bushy brow. 
And think the gods U 'et the world below ^ 
While you my flock au rural pipe disdain. 
And treat with bitter sc\iTn a faithful swain. 
Begin, my pipe, the tweet Maenalian strain. 

When first I saw yon by your mother's tide. 
To where our apples grew I was your guide ; 
Twelve summers since my birth had roU'd round. 
And I could reach the branches from the ground. 
How did I gaze ! — how perish ! — ah how vain 
The fond bewitching hopes that sooth'd my pain? 
Begin, my pipe, the sweet IVTaenalian strain. 

Too well I know thee. Love. Fro n Scythian tnowa, 
Or Lybia's burning sands the miscT.ief rose. 
Rocks adamantine nursed this foreign bane. 
This fell invader of the peaceful plain. 
Begin, my pipe, the sweet Mapaalian strain. 

Love taught the mother's* murdering hand to kill. 
Her children's blood love bs de the mother spill. 
Was love the cruel cause ?t Or did the deed 
From fierce unfeeling cruelty proceed ? 

• Medou 

t Thif Memt to be Virgil's meaning. The traiMlstor dkl oot ehooM 

to prcMnre the conceit on the words p^er and mater la hU vM^ilon ; 

as this (ia Ma ofdnion) would have rvadved Uie paaiaff* otMcnra ana 

aapieaaing to an Eogliah reader* 



i~ 



OF VIRGIL. Wl 

Both fill'd ber bnital bosom witb their bane ; 
Both urged the deed^ while Nature nhrank in imui. 
Begin, my pipe, the sweet Mznalian strain. 

Now let the fearful lamb the wolf devour; 
Let alders blossom with Narcissus' flower ; 
Prom barren shrubs let radiant amber flow; 
Let nigged oaks with golden fruitage glow ; 
Let shrieking owls with swans melodious tm; 
Let Titynis the Thraciau numbers try, 
Outriral Orpheus in the sylvan reign. 
And emulate Arion on the main. 
Begin, my pipe, the sweet Mcnalian strain. 

Let land n«» more the swelling waves divide; 
Earth, be thou whelm'd beneath tlie boundless tide : 
Headlong from yonder promontory's brow 
I plunge into the rolling deep below. 
Farewell, ye woodii ! farewell, thou flowery plain! 
Hear the last lay of a derpairing swain : 
And cease, my pipe, the sweet Mcnalian strain. 

Here Damou ceased. And now, ye tuneful Nintf 
AlphesibcBus' magic verse subjoin. 
To his responsive song your aid we call; 
Oar power extends not equally to all. 

Bring living waters from the silver stream. 
With vervain and fa^ incense feed the flame : 
With this soft wreath the sacred altars bind, - 
To move my cruel Daphois to be kind. 
And with my frensy to inflame his soul; 
Charms arc hut wanting to complete the whole. 
Bring Daphnis home, bring Daphnis to my anna, 
O bring my long lost love, my powerful charms 

By powerful charms what prodigies are done ! 
CbArma draw pale Cynthia from her silver throa*, 
02 



Three tiiiios ah'iiit t 
Tlun thricf I l»par 
I'lH'von nuinbors pi 
Ilring Daphnis h»ini 
O bring tik> long-lo»4 

Hinte.'lct tbrte cd 
And «*>■,• Thy fetter 
Bring Daphnit home 
O Wing y ltHi|;4oil 

At this toft cIav » 
And at thit wax it to 
Mj1aire>thaLhardeEi 
Shall toftfn hin f1^lenl 
ficatte^T tYit «nlEvd cart 
And vitb f^ brimiCDQ 
Bmptitiif my bdmlnjc p 
And D^phqit iu this b. 
Bring Dapbn» home, I 
O bring my K>nj-!mt lo 

At hpA io iL'd h» 
Through trtcklett f rOi^( 
Sick with dc*iiT?, aban^i 
By tome lone stream h 
There in deep anguish 
Nop boiifitiK of home 1 
Thus miy he Wc and 
While I enhance hit tc 
Bring Daphnit home. I 
O bring my loog-lott U 



OF VIRGIL. 9 

These robes beneath the threshold here I lemTe, 
These pledges of his love, O Earth, receive. 
Ye dear nemorials of our mutual 6re, 
Of you my faithless Daphnis I require. 
Bring Daphnis home, bring Daphnis to my anns^ 
O bring my long-lost love, my powerful charms. 

These deadly poisons, and these magic weeds. 
Selected from the store which Pontus breeds. 
Sage Maris gave me ; oft I saw him prove 
Their sovereign power ; by these along the grore 
A prowling wolf the dread magician roams; 
Now gliding ghosts from the profoundest tombs 
Inspired he calls ; the rooted com he wings. 
And to strange fields the flying harvest brings. 
Bring Daphnis home, bring Daphnis to my arms, 
O bring my long lost love, my powerful charms. 

These ashes from the altar take with speed. 
And Heading backwards cast them o'er your hnd 
Into the running stream, nor turn your eye. 
Yet this last spell, though hopeless, let me try. 
But nought can move the unrelentmg swain. 
And spells, and magic verse, and gods are vain. 
Bring Daphnis Itome, bring Daphnis to my arms, 
O bring my long lost love, my )>owerful chamt. 

Lo, while I linger, with SLpuntaneous fire 
The ashes redden, and the fiames aspire ! 
May this new prodigy auspicious prove! 
What fearful hopes my beating bosom move ! 
Hark ! does not Uylax bark ? — ye powers saprenw. 
Can it be real, or do lovers dream? — 
He comes, my Daphnis comes ! fozbear my c 
My loYe, my Daphnis flies to bless my longing i 



Lycii 
Go you to town, my friend .' 
Conducts uB thither. 

Mem 

Ah! t 
The unexpected day, at last 
Wh«ii ■ ntde alien drivcm nt 
Uenc«, h«n<e, ye downs, th* 
To me y«ti mitit mi|^ your 
Hittft helpleta and forlnrn we 
And our rapacii^nt lard ta mi 
This hfiLTCi of kidi a pruent 
Which load with corses, O yv 

Lycidc 

Twaa taid. Mcnalcas with 

Had saved the ffouEtiJs of all 

.From where ihd Jiill. lli4t trri 

In easy risings first begins to s 



• ThJ# »M ib« fln* wlntiic Hrnit to 
orciMDn. The time b i TA\\\v*t^iR% 

*HaI aKMiUU whcfF l^i!Ul*i influx M ; 

rrrriM. 
Th* rfHk-* wkl Q-KP *olei mrm to < 

c'uaiiii«D[trtlidfv» Uhe It !« hy i 

i»<h< of mr^iliffi-fli ir^iitni-Qii In |ino 
niffTeH.^iMini-rfTlfl ciTUr tod 
wh^tlljr ■uJtnl t'k |<iul^rjl lll<i-» U 'tiv 



OP VIRGIL. 301 

Far M the blasted beech that mates the iky. 
And the clear stream that gently mormort by. 

Jforw. 
Snch was the voice of fame ; bnt mosie'i chanw, 
Amid the dreadfal clang of warlike arms, 
Avail no more than the Cbaonian dove. 
When down the sty descends the bird of Jore. 
And had nfll the preph*iic raven spoke 
HiidirepTeiaget from thl^ hollow oak. 
And often wam'd mo to avoid dehate^ 
And with a patieni mind iiibEnh to Fate, 
Ne'er had \hy Mcurii •eFiithi> faisl hour. 
And that melodious swain had been no more. 

Ljfcidat. 
What horrid breast sach impious thooghU could 
breed I 
What barbarous hand could make Meualcas bleed! 
Could L'VfTy tctidrr Wu« in him desuoy. 
And from the ihephprU'i ravish all their joy! 
For who but hf the Invely nymphs could »m|i. 
Or paint the valleys with lhl^ purplrt i^tmf ! 
Who shade the founlaint fmm the gl»fe vt day? 

• K. Whobut Menalcasconldcomposr the lay, 

• ■• Which, as i¥t jourotyM to ojy loveV mbod?, 
I softly sung to rht^T the lo&fly tomd? 
* Tityrus, while I am Kbirnt, f«#d the flock,* 
And, having fed, couduct ihcm lo the brook 
(The way i^i sliort, and shall soon return )» 
Bat shun the hfr-goat with the butting horn*' 

• Thew Unet. whirh Virgil tit« irAOiilsted Itterally froni TWoeritM^ 
■a* be auppoMd to Im » (r^gtatnt of tl»e ijoem meniloaed lo the pn- 
cctfiiiK vera*'*; or, what l« more liki ly.tu be tpoken bv'LyctdM to hk 
■crvdiii; »oinf thine •iiuHnr to which m»j be Mreo Pmu S, t. SSk of 
tbk tnn*Uiloa — Tbe nrlitinal U Kcrc reputably cxpUctt rvca I* a 
4i«rc« of afWciatlos. ThM the tr»D«lUor bat cadMvotircd to lallals 



Aiiij save trom pliimlirir. 
Nor (loom iis •lail Cromoii 
( For ah ! a iM'ii:lil»our's w 
Thou lufih as Heaven oiir 
The warbling twant ahall 

L$fe 
Go 0n, dear twain, ihen* 
So may thy beea avoid the 
So may rich hrrdii thy fnii 
So may thy con a with »tru 
Even I with poeti avfr cibl 
The Muu itiipiKi me wU 
Th* jippljiLudJiig shepherd* 
But fUBpect pay nkiU Uwu 

d*r(i not hopa to pleaM 
Orsinjj^ what V ^ g*»t v 
ttarih an ibc twecicit hiya 
So screams a goo4C where sv 

J/ori 
This T am pondering, if I « 
Th laFly nnniben of that la 
' Come. Galatea, leave the r 
Can riiggrd rocks and heavii 
Come, taste the pleutih^t «f 
Our balmy-brtallitPg gales a 
See, how our plains rejoice r 
How crystal streams through 
OVr the cool erot the whitei 
And damping vines their grat 
Come, beaaieon* i*.-^-*^ ' 



Or what yon tang one evening on the plain— 
The air but not the words, I yet retain. 

Mcnit, 
' Why» Daphnit, durst thou calculate the skiM^ 
To know when ancient constellations riset 
Lo, Cesar's star iu radiant light displays. 
And on the nations sheds propitious rays. 
On the glad hills the reddening clusters glow. 
And smiling plenty decks the plains below. 
Now graff thy pears ; the star of Caesar reigns* 
To thy remotest race the fruit remains.' 
The rest I have forgot, for length of years 
Deadens the sense, and memory impairs. 
All things in time submit to sad decay ; 
Oft have we sung whole summer suns away. 
These vanished joys must Moeris now deplore. 
His voice delights, his numbers charm no more; 
Him have the wolves beheld, bewitch'd his song,* 
Bewitch'd to silence his melodious tongue. 
But your desire Menalcas can fulfil. 
All these, and more, he sings with matchleu skill. 

Lyoidat. 
These faint excuses which my Moeris frames 
But heighten my desire. — And now the streams 
In slumber-soothing murmurs softly flow ; 
And now the sighing breexe hath ceased to Uow. 
Half of our way is past, for I descry 
Biaoor's tomb just rising to the eye.t 
Here in this leafy arbour ease your toil. 
Lay down your kids, and let us sing the while : 

• In lUlia creditor Inimram rlatM mm luncloc; voccsmmIml 

^•tm prlom cootcoiplenuir sdiinera td pnnaw<— P<M. M» B. 
vM.SS. 

t Blaaor k said to kavt foMded M iolsa. Uv m M , 



No more, my friend i y 

And let our jourm-y be ou 

I Let fate restore our absen 

I Then gladly I resume the 



PASTOl 



■J GALl 

1 1 To my last labour lend thy 

I OArethuta; that the cruel 1 

I With deep remorve may rcac 

Formoamful lays to Gallus' 
!> (What Muse in sympathy wi 

Ij Some tender strains to soothi 

So may tby water* pure of br 
Ttmvtnt thtt waves of the Sic 
Sing, (noumful A!u-«, of Gall 
While the foattbn^wio along 

• Th« irrtW «rrhl» p»ilonl hi rrn 
linM <i.c fr^rliarii ^^Id* >irBici(«d v 
i'Prlla and^nc itiUidk) »4n» *t •nimf ) 

«lattr-iBui> On i^c nttn^r^Hiiv ar i 
«lnlSf &ilmiii> f r«'viv«k with itt^wK 

Aispfat'inl*, knawn It; hi* rwldj •atli 



OF VIRGIL. a06 

Kor silent u the wMte while we complain. 
The woods retnrn tlie long resoonding straio. 

Whither, ye fountain-nymphs, were yc withdrawn. 
To what lone woodland, or what devious lawn» 
When Gallus' bosom languished with the fire 
Of hopeless love, and unallay'd desire 7 
For neither by th' Aonian spring you strsy'd, [shade* 
>for roam'd Parnassus' heights, nor Pindoa' haUow'4 
The pines of Maenalus were heard to moam. 
And sounds of woe along the groves were borne ; 
And sympathetic tears the laurel shed. 
And humbler shrubs declined their drooping bead. 
All wept his fate, when to despair resigned 
Beneath a desert cliff he lay reclined. 
Lyceus' rocks were hung with many a tear. 
And round the swaiu his flocks forlorn appear. 
Nor scorn, celestial bard, a poet's name; 
Renown'd Adonis by the lonely stream 
Tended his flock. — As thus he lay along. 
The swarns and awkward neatherds round him thfO^. 
Wet from the winte^ mast Menalcas came 
All ask, whatVieauty raised the fatal flame. 
The god of verse vouchsafed to join the rest ; 
He said, ' What frenzy thus torments thy breast? 
While she, thy darling, thy Lycoris, scorns 
Thy proffer'd love, and for another burns. 
With whom o'er winter wastes she wanders far, 
'Midst camps, and clashing arms, and boisterooi war.' 
Sylvanns came, with rural garlands crown'd. 
And waved the lilies long, and flowering fennel round. 
Next we beheld the gay Arcadian god ; 
His smiling cheeks with bright vermilion glow'd. 
' For ever wilt thou heave the bursting sigh ? 
Is love regardful of the weeping eye ? 
I^ve is not cloy'd with tears ; alas ! no more 
Than bees laxarious with the balo^ flower. 



906 THE PASTORALS 

Tb«n goats with foHagej than the grassy plain 
With silver rills and toft refreshing rain.' 
Pan spoke; and thus the youth, with grief opprtft ; 
* Arcadians ! here^O hear my last request ; 
O ye, to whom the sweetest lays helong, 
O let my sorrows on your hills be sung ; 
If your soft flutes shall cclehrate my woes« 
How will my bones in deepest peace repose! 
Ah, had 1 been with you a country* swain. 
And pruned the vine, and fed the bleating train ; 
I Had Phyllis, or some other rural fair, 

' Or black Amyntas been my darling care ; 

1 1 ( Beauteous, though black ; what lovelier flower it §61 

I Than the dark violet on the painted green ?) 

I' These in the bower had yielded all their charms^ 

And sunk with mutual raptures in my arms : 
1 1 Phyllis had crown'd my head with garlandi gay, 

I Amyntas sung the pleasing hours away. 

'j Here, O Lycoris, purls the limpid spring, 

I I Bloom all the meads, and all the woodlands taaf ; 
I. Here let me press thee to my panting breast, 

ll Till youth, and joy, and life itself be past. 

1 1 BanishM by love, o'er hostile lands I stray, 

h And mingle in the battle's dread array ; 

1 1 Whilst thou, relentless to my constant flame, 

I (Ah could I disbelieve the voice of fame!) 

Far from tliy home, unaided and forlorn, 
I Far from thy love, thy faithful love, art boriie. 

On the hlcak Alps with chilling blasts to piiM^ 

Or wander waste along the frozen Rhine. 

Ye icy paths, O spare her tender form ! 

spare those heavenly charms, thou wintry itonnl 
* Hence let mc liastcn to some desert-grore. 

And soothe with songs my long*ananswer'd low. 

1 go, in some lone wilderness to luit 
Buboean lays to my Sicilian I 



OF VIRGIL. »7 

Better with beasts of prey to ir.ake abode 
•In the deep cavern, or the darksome wood ; 
And carve QQ trepi be ilofy of iriy wop, 
Which with the growing bark jbaU^ver grow. 
Mejinwlkilcp with wE>QiJland nytnphft^ a lovely UuNW^ 
The wipdin^ pp-ov^s of Alcnaiut along 
I roam at Uri^c ; or chase ihr foaming boar; 
Or with sagacioui hoiitids the ^ildi eiplore, 
C&reLes? uf cold. And bow mcihinkf I boiuid 
O'er rocks and cliffs, and hear the woods resoaiid l 
And now with beating heart I sf cm to wing 
The Cretan arrow from iha Parlbiafi string- 
As if I thus my ftenay could forego 
Aa if love's god could mcU at humait woe. 
Alas! nor nymphs aor h^avtnly songa delight— « 
Farewell, ye groves ! the groves no more invite* 
No pains, no miseries of man can move 
The unrelcntinz dciiv of love. 
To quencli your tnirst in '!.:Lru5' frozen flood. 
To iJiAkc iU"- i^i.^ biL^j] snows yonr drear abode y 
Or feed your flock on Kthiopian plains, 
Whca Siriu(^ ^e^ry constellation reigns. 
When dc^p imbrown'd the lahguid herbage lies 
And in the; elm the vivid vf^rdiife diei,) 
Were all in vain. Love's unresisted sway 
Extends to all, and we mast Love obey.' 

'Tis done ; ye Nine, here ends your poet's i 
In pity sung to soothe hiii Callus' pain. 
M'hiLc leaning on a flowery bank I twine 
The flexile osiert,and the basket join. 
CelcKtial Nine, our sacred inducuce bring. 
And soothe my GdUua' sorro whiU I sing: 
Gallus, my much beloved! for whom I feel 
The flame of purest friendship rising still : 
So by a brook the verdant alders rise. 
When fostering zephyrs fan the vemel sklet. 



906 THE PASTORALS OF VIRGIL. 

Let us be gone : at eve, ihe sha.lc annoys 
WUli no* oui fl»mp*. *nd hurti the tiiigfer'i voice; 
The jumper biT*lhe« hiVier vapour* round, 
Tliiit k a ih ipriir^bg com, and blatt the ground. 
ITomowwd my laled K"**** »<>•' let ut hi« , 
Lo beamy Heaper giU« th« w«rt«n ikf . 



CONTENTS 

TO COLLlNS't POBMf. 

The Life of Collins 9 

Oriental Ecloouei. 

Eclogue I. Selim; or, the Sbepberd't Moral . 9 

II. Hassan; or, the CameUdriver . .11 

III. Abra; or, the Georgian Saltana . 14 

IV. Agib and Secander ; or, the FngitiTet 16 

Odes, descriptive and allegorical. 

To Pity ... 19 

To Fear 20 

To Simplicity 23 

On the Poetical Character 24 

Written in the Year 1746 27 

To Mercy lb. 

To Liberty 28 

To a Lady 33 

To Evening 35 

To Peace 36 

The Manners. An Ode 37 

The Passions. An Ode for Music ... 40 

An Epistle to Sir Thomas Hanmer, on bit Edition 

of Shakspeare's Works 43 

Dirge in Cymbeline 48 

Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson ... 40 

Verses written on a Paper containing a Piece of 

Bride-cake 61 

An Ode on the popular Superstitions of tho High- 
lands of Scotland . . .... 63 



CONTENTS 

TO GRAY'f POEMl. 

The Life of Gray • 63 

Odes. 

I. Oa Spring 75 

II. CatheBeath of afaTonriteCat ... 76 

III. On a distant Prospect of Bton CoUego . 78 

IV. To Advcnity 81 

V. The ProgreM of Poety 83 

VI. The Bard . * . . . . • . .88 

VII. For Music 93 

VIII. The Fatal Siitert 97 

IX. The Descent of Odin 100 

X. The Triumphs of Owen . . .103 

XI. The Death of Hoel 104 

Sonnet on the Death of Mr. West . . . .105 
Bpitaphs. 

I. On Mrs. Clarke 106 

II. On Sir William Williams . . . . ib. 
Elegy written in a Country Charcb.yard • • 107 
Verses on the Marriage of the Prince of Wales .111 

Song 113 

Stanias 114 

Tophet : an Epigram ib. 

Impromptu, suggested by a View of tba Seat and 

Nuins of a deceased Nobleman, at Kingsgats, 

Kent ib. 

The Candidate ; or, the Cambridge Conrtsbip . 115 

Skeicb Q<f hi A Own Character • . . .117 

Poems, aildrcAspd to, und in Mt^mary of, Mr. Gray. 

Upon hi» Odes, by D&vid Garri^k^ Etq. . . 118 

On the QAt:kwftrdiic«] af Spring . . • .119 

On the Death of Mr. Gray 120 

Another'; by the Earl of Cailisla ... 132 j 

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Lines to the Memory of Mr. Qray ; by Mr. Mmou \2i 
Frmgment on the Death of Mr. Gray . . 126 

Stansas on the tame occasion ; by a Lady . 129 

The Tears of Genius 130 

Epitaph on Mr. Gray's Monament in Waatmin- 
•ter Abbey ; by Mr. Mason . . • .134 



CONTENTS 

TO BEATTIE'8 poems. 

The Life of Beattie 137 

The Minstrel, Book 1 147 

Book II. . . . . .164 

Poems. 
Ode to Peace ..;.... 18& 

The Triumph of Melancholy . . . .190 

Epitaph on •••••••••••• • . . 197 

Epitaph 196 

Elegy • 199 

Song 200 

Retirement 201 

Elegy 204 

Ode to Hope 207 

Pygmaeo-Gerano-Machia 211 

The Hares 217 

Epitaph 224 

Ode on Lord H**'s Birth-day . . . . ib. 
To the Right Hon. Lady Charlotte Gordon . 227 

The Hermit 228 

On the Report of a Monument to be erected in 
Westminster Abbey, to the Memory of a late 

Author (Churchill) 230 

The Judgment of Paris 235 

The Wolf and Shepherds . ... 253 



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Translations. ^^ 

AtucKODf 0<!q XXII 256 

Tte BpgiDaing Qithv Pint Book of Laexetiot . ib. 

Horace, floolt II. Ode X 258 

Bo<>kin. Ode XIII 259 

pMtorala of Virgil. 1 261 

" 266 

I" 270 

IV 277 

^ 281 

JI 286 

▼«• 290 

* Vm. . . . i -294 

^ 300 

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