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 ODES 
 
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 M,DCC,LVI.
 

 
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 ODE I. 
 
 To ME M RT. 
 
 *Tl/r OTHER OF WISDOM! thou, whofe fway 
 L^ A The throng'd ideal hofts obey; 
 
 Who bidft their ranks, now vanifh, now appear, 
 
 Flame in the van, or darken in the rear : 
 Accept this votive verfe. Thy reign 
 Nor place can fix, nor power reftrain : 
 
 * According to a fragment of Afranius who makes Experience 
 and Memory the parents of Wifdom. 
 
 Us us me genuit, Mater pep frit MEM OKI A, 
 vocant me Graii, vos SAPIENTIAM, 
 
 The Pafiage is preferv'd by Aulus Gellius, Lib. XIII. Cap. 8. 
 
 A a All 
 
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 4 O D E S. 
 
 All all is thine, For thee the ear, and eye 
 Rove thro' the realms of Grace, and Harmony 
 The Senfes thee Ipontaneous ferve, 
 That wake, and thrill thro' every nerve. 
 Elfe vainly fbft, lov'd Philomel! would flow 
 The foothing fadnefs of thy warbled woe: 
 Elfe vainly fweet yon woodbine fhade 
 With clouds of fragrance fill the glade ; 
 Vainly, the cygnet fpread her downy plume y 
 The vine gufh nectar, and the virgin bloom* 
 But fwift to thee, alive, and warm, 
 Devolves each tributary charm : 
 See modeft Nature bring her fimple ftoresj. 
 Luxuriant Art exhauft her plaftic powers ; 
 While every flower in Fancy's clime, 
 Each gem of old heroic Time, 
 Cull'd by the hand of the induftrious Mufe, 
 Around thy fhrine their blended beams diffule,
 
 ODES. 
 
 IL 
 
 Hail, MEM'RY! hail. Behold I lead 
 To that high fhrine the facred Maid; 
 Thy daughter fhe, the Emprefs of the lyre, 
 The firft, the faireft, of Aonia's quire. 
 
 She comes, and lo, thy realms expand ! 
 She takes her delegated ftand 
 Full in the midft, and o'er thy num'rous train 
 Displays the awful wonders of her reign. 
 There thron'd fupreme in native ftate^ 
 If Sirius flame with fainting heat, 
 She calls; ideal groves their fhade extend, 
 The cool gale breaths, the filent fliow'rs defcend 
 Or, if bleak; Winter, frowning round y 
 Difrobe the trees, and chill the ground, 
 She, mild Magician, waves her potent wand ; 
 And ready fummers meet her wing'd command. 
 See, vifionary-Suns arife, 
 Mid filver clouds, and azure skies; 
 
 See,
 
 6 ODES. 
 
 See, fportive Zephyrs curl the crifped ftreams; 
 
 Thro' fliadowy brakes light glance the fparkling beams : 
 
 While, near the fecret mofs-grown cave, 
 
 That ftands befide the cryftal wave, 
 Sweet Eccho, rifing from her rocky bed, 
 Mimics the feather'd Chorus o'er her head. 
 
 III. 
 
 Rife, hallow'd MILTON! rife, and fay, 
 
 How, at thy gloomy clofe of Day; 
 How, when depreft by Age, befet with wrongs; 
 When " fall'n on evil days and evil tongues ; 
 
 When Darknefs, brooding on thy fight, 
 
 Exil'd the fov'raign lamp of light : 
 Say, what could then one chearing hope diffufe ? 
 What friends were thine, lave Mem'ry and the Mufe ? 
 
 Hence the rich fpoils, thy ftudious youth 
 
 Caught from the ftores of antient Truth : 
 Hence all thy bufy eye cou'd pleas'd explore, 
 When Rapture led thee to the Latian fhore; 
 
 Each
 
 ODES. 7 
 
 Each fcene, that Tiber's bank fupply'd; 
 
 Each grace, that play'd on Arno's fide; 
 The tepid gales, thro' Tufcan glades that fly; 
 The blue Serene* that fpreads Hefperia's sky; 
 
 Were ftill thine own : thy ample mind 
 
 Each charm receiv'd, retained, combin'd. 
 And thence the nightly Vifitant ", that came 
 To touch thy bofom with her facred flame, 
 
 RecalFd the long-loft beams of grace; 
 
 That whilom fhot from Nature's face, 
 When GOD, in Eden, o'er her youthful breaft: 
 Spread with his own right hand Perfection's gorgeous VefL 
 
 ODE
 
 O D E II. 
 
 To INDEPENDENCT. 
 
 T TERE, on my native fliore reclin'd, 
 
 While Silence rules this midnight hour, 
 
 I woo thee, GODDESS. On my mufing mind 
 
 Defcend, propitious Power ! 
 And bid thefe ruffling gales of grief fubflde : 
 Bid my calm'd foul with all thy influence fliine; 
 As yon chaft Orb along this ample tide 
 Draws the long luftre of her filver line, 
 While the hufh'd breeze its laft weak whilper blows, 
 And lulls old HUMBER to his deep repofe. 
 
 II. Come
 
 ODES. 9 
 
 IL 
 
 Come to thy Vot'ry's ardent prayer, 
 In all thy graceful plainnefs dreft ; 
 
 I P <; 
 
 No knot confines thy waving hair, 
 
 No zone thy floating veil. 
 Unfullied Honor decks thine open brow, 
 And Candor brightens in thy modeft eye: 
 Thy blufli is warm Content's aetherial glow, 
 Thy fmile is Peace ; thy ftep is Liberty : 
 Thou fcatter'ft bleflings round with lavifli hand, 
 As Spring with carelefs fragrance fills the land. 
 
 III. 
 
 As now o'er this lone beach I ftray; 
 * Thy fav'rite Swain oft ftole along, 
 And artlefs wove his Doric lay, 
 Far from the bufy throng. 
 
 * Andrew Marvell, born at Kingfton upon Hull in the year 1620. 
 
 B Thou
 
 io ODES. 
 
 Thou heard'ft him, Goddefs, ftrike the tender ftring, 
 
 And badft his foul with bolder paffions move : 
 
 Strait thefe refponfive fhores forgot to ring, 
 
 With Beauty's praife, or plaint of flighted Love ; 
 
 To loftier flights his daring Genius role, 
 
 And led the war, 'gainft thine, and Freedom's foes*. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Pointed with Satire's keeneft fteel, 
 
 The fliafts of Wit he darts around ; 
 
 Ev'n * mitred Dulnefs learns to feel, 
 
 And flirinks beneath the wound. 
 In awful poverty his honeft Mufe 
 Walks forth vindictive thro' a venal land : 
 In vain Corruption flieds her golden dews, 
 In vain Oppreflion lifts her iron hand; 
 He fcorns them both, and, arm'd with truth ajonc, 
 Bids Luft and Folly tremble on the throne. 
 
 * Parker, Bifliop of Oxford. 
 
 V.Be-
 
 ODES. 
 
 v. 
 
 Behold, like him, immortal Maid, 
 
 The Mufes veftal fires I bring: 
 
 Here at thy feet the fparks I fpread ; 
 
 Propitious wave thy wing, 
 And fan them to that dazzling blaze of Song, 
 That glares tremendous on the Sons of Pride. 
 But, hark, methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue 1 ! 
 In diftant trills it ecchoes o'er the tide; 
 Now meets mine ear with warbles wildly free, 
 
 As fwells the Lark's meridian ecftacy. 
 
 ' 
 
 M&fHkH 
 
 "Fond Youth! to MARVELL'S patriot feme, 
 " Thy humble breaft muft ne'er afpire. 
 Yet nourifli ftill the lambent flame ; 
 Still ftrike thy blamelefs Lyre : 
 Led by the moral Mufe fecurely rove ; 
 " And all the vernal fvveets thy vacant Youth 
 " Can cull from bufy Fancy's fairy grove, 
 " O hang their foliage round the fane of Truth: 
 
 B 2 "To
 
 ia ODES. 
 
 " To arts like thefe devote thy tuneful toil, 
 
 << And meet its fair reward in D'ARCV's fmile/' 
 
 VII. 
 
 " 'Tis he, my Son, alone fhall chear 
 Thy fickning foul; at that fad hour, 
 " When o'er a much-lov'd Parent's bier, 
 " Thy duteous Sorrows fhower: 
 " At that fad hour, when all thy hopes decline ;. 
 " When pining Care leads on her pallid train, 
 And fees thee, like the weak, and widow'd Vine, 
 " Winding thy blafted tendrills o'er the plain. 
 At that fad hour (hall D'ARCY lend his aid, 
 " And raife with Friendfliip's arm thy drooping head. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " This fragrant wreath, the Mufes meed, 
 " That bloom'd thofe vocal friades among, 
 " Where never Flatt'ry dar'd to tread, 
 Or Intereft's fervile throng ; 
 
 " Receive,
 
 ODES. 13 
 
 Receive, my favor'd Son, at my command, 
 
 And keep, with facred care, for D'ARCY's brow: 
 
 Tell him, 'twas wove by my immortal hand, 
 
 " I breath on every flower a purer glow.; 
 
 " Say, for thy fake, I fend the gift divine 
 
 To him, who calls thee HIS yet makes thec MINE." 
 
 ODE
 
 ODE HI. 
 
 On MEL^NCHOLT. 
 
 TO A FRIEND. 
 
 i. 
 
 A H! ceafe this kind perfuafive ftrain, 
 ^ * Which, when it flows from Friendfliip's tongue* 
 However weak, however vain, 
 Overpowers beyond the Siren's fong: 
 Leave me, my friend, indulgent go, 
 And let me mufe upon my woe,
 
 ODES. 15 
 
 Why lure me from thefe pale retreats ? 
 
 Why rob me of thefe penfive fweets ? 
 
 Can Muflck's voice, can Beauty's eye, 
 
 Can Painting's glowing hand, fupply 
 
 A charm fo fuited to my mind, 
 
 As blows this hollow guft of wiqcj> 
 
 As drops this little weeping rill 
 
 Soft-tinkling down the mofs-grown hilly 
 While thro' the weft, where finks the primfbn Day K 
 Meek Twilight flowly fails, and waves her banners grey? 
 
 H; 
 
 Say, from Afflictions various fourcc 
 Do none but turbid waters flow ? 
 And cannot Fancy clear their courfe ? v 
 For Fancy is the friend of Woe. 
 Say, mid that grove, in love-lorn ftate, 
 When yon poor Ringdove mourns her inate 5 
 Is all, that meets the fhepherds ear, 
 Infpir'd by anguiih, and defpaif? 
 
 Ah
 
 16 ODES. 
 
 Ah no, fair Fancy rules the Song : 
 
 She fwells her throat; flie guides her tongue ; 
 
 She bids the waving Afpin-fpray 
 
 Quiver in Cadence to her lay ; 
 
 She bids the fringed Ofiers bow, 
 
 And ruftle round the lake below, 
 To fuit the tenor of her gurgling fighs, 
 And footh her throbbing breaft with folemn Sympathies. 
 
 III. 
 
 To thee, whofe young and polifli'd brow 
 The wrinkling hand of Sorrow {pares ; 
 Whofe cheeks, beftrew'd with rofes, know 
 No channel for the tide of tears ; 
 To thee yon Abbey dank, and lone, 
 Where Ivy chains each mould'ring ftone 
 That nods o'er many a Martyrs tomb, 
 May caft a formidable gloom. 
 Yet Some there are, who, free from fear, 
 Could wander thro' the cloyfters drear, 
 
 Could
 
 ODES. 17 
 
 Could rove each defolated Ifle, 
 
 Tho' midnight thunders fliook the pile; 
 
 And dauntlefs view, or feem to view, 
 
 (As faintly flafh the lightnings blue) 
 Thin fhiv'ring Ghofts from yawning charnels throng, 
 And glance with filent fweep the fliaggy vaults along. 
 
 IV. 
 
 
 
 But fuch terrific charms as thefe, 
 
 I ask not yet: My fober mind 
 
 The fainter forms of fadnefs pleafe ; 
 
 My forrows are of fofter kind. 
 
 Thro' this ftill valley let me ftray, 
 
 Wrapt in fome ftrain of penfive GRAY: 
 
 Whofe lofty Genius bears along 
 
 The confcious dignity of Song; 
 
 And, fcorning from the facred ftore 
 
 To wafte a note on Pride, or Power, 
 
 Roves, when the glimmering twilight glooms, 
 
 And warbles mid the ruftic tombs: 
 
 C He
 
 18 ODE S. 
 
 He too perchance (for well I know, 
 His heart would melt with friendly woe) 
 He too perchance, when thefe poor limbs are laid, 
 Will heave one tuneful figh, and footh my hov'ring Shade* 
 
 ODE
 
 ODE IV. 
 
 On the Fate of TTRANNT. 
 
 Taken from ISAIAH, Chap. XIV. 
 
 rip HE Prophet, having in the preceeding chapter fore- 
 told the deftru&ion of Babylon, fubjoins the' follow- 
 ing Song of Triumph, which he fuppofes the Jews will 
 {ing when his prediction is fulfilled. * And it Jhatt come, 
 " to pafs in the day that the Lord Jhall give thee reft from 
 thyforrow, and from thy fear ', and from the hard bond- 
 age. wherein thou wo/l made toferve y that thou jhalt take. 
 " up this proverb againjl the King of Babylon^ and fay > &c. 
 
 * Verfes the third and fourth. 
 
 c 2 HOW
 
 ISAIAH, 
 
 V^- , Tr _ 7 ^ 7 
 Chapter XIV. Verfe4. 
 
 4. -* TJTOW hath the oppreffor ceafed! the golden 
 
 city ceafed t 
 
 , uJ iUi;// ^ilf/ijjr/r >>-; 
 
 5. 7X^ Z/c>r^/ ^//5 ^^ the Jiaff of the wicked* and 
 the fceptre of the rulers. 
 
 6. He whofmote the people in wrath with a continual 
 Jirofa) he that ruled the nations in anger^ is perfecuted 
 and none hinder eth.
 
 
 
 ODE IV. 
 
 On the Fate ofTTR^NNT. 
 
 
 
 I. I. 
 
 * : * "i ^\t* ^V'-'i , ; 
 
 /^iPPRESSION dies : the City fails : 
 Behold fhe bows her golden walls! 
 JEHOVAH breaks the Tyrant's rod* 
 
 The Son of Wrath, whofe ruthlefs hand 
 
 9 
 Hurl'd Defolation o'er the land, 
 
 Has run his raging race, has clos'd the fcene of blood. 
 Chiefs arm'd around behold their vanquilh'd Lord ; 
 Nor fpread the feven-fold fliield, nor grafp the vengeful fword. 
 
 Earth
 
 a*- TEX T. 
 
 7. 72* whole earth is at reft> and is quiet; they break 
 forth into finging. 
 
 8. Yea* the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of 
 Lebanon^ faying^ Since thou art laid down^ no feller is wme 
 up againft us. 
 
 9. Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at 
 thy coming: it Jlirreth up the dead for thee* even all the 
 chief ones of the earthy it hath raifed up from their thrones 
 all the kings of the nations. 
 
 10. All they Jhall fpeak and fay unto thee> Art thou aljo 
 
 ' -' i.' i. 
 
 become weak as we? art thou become like unto us? 
 io ^yjl t?fl j 
 
 ii. Thy
 
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 1.2. 
 
 Earth fees, and fmiles. O'er all the plain, 
 Peace fpreads her olive-fcepter'd reign f 
 And Nature lifts the choral fbng. 
 
 * 
 
 The Fir-trees, on the mountain's head> 
 
 Rejoice thro' all their pomp of fhade ; 
 The lordly Cedars nod on facred Lebanon : 
 
 Tyrant ! they cry, fince thy fell force is broke, 
 Our proud heads pierce the skies, nor fear the Woodman's ffroke^ . 
 
 I- $' 
 
 Hell, from her gulph profound, 
 Roufes at thine approach ; and, all around* 
 Her dreadful notes of preparation found* 
 
 See, at the awful call, 
 
 Her fhadowy Heroes all, 
 Ev'n mighty Kings, the heirs of empire wide, 
 
 Rifing, with fblemn ftate, and flow* 
 
 From their fable thrones below, 
 Meet, and infult thy pride. 
 
 What, doft thou join our ghoftly train, 
 
 A flitting fhadow light, and vain? 
 
 Where
 
 TEX T; 
 
 n. Thy pomp is brought- down to the grave> and the 
 noife of thy viols : the worm isfpread under thee> and the 
 worms cover thee. 
 
 12. How art thou fallen from heaven^ O Lucifer, fon of 
 the morning I how. art thou cut down to the ground, which 
 didjl weaken the nations! 
 
 13. For thou hajlfaid in thine heart) I will afcend into 
 heaven, I will exalt my throne above the Jlars of God .- 
 / will Jit alfo upon the mount of the congregation, in the 
 
 fides of the north; 
 
 14. I will afcend above the heights of the clouds \ I will 
 be Hie the moji High. 
 
 15. Tet thou jhalt be brought down to hell^ to the fides 
 of the pit. ^ y -->^-^> 
 
 
 1 6. 7%ey that fee thee jhall narrowly look upon thee, 
 and confider thee> faying^ 
 
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 Where is thy pomp, thy feftive throng^ 
 Thy revel dance, and wanton fong? 
 Proud King! Corruption fattens on thy breaft; 
 And calls her crawling brood, and bids them (hare the feaft. 
 
 II. i. 
 
 O Lucifer! thou orient Star; 
 That roll'd the Morning's rofy car, 
 Refulgent, thro' th'etherial way : 
 How art thqu fall'n, thou Son of Light ! 
 How fall'n from thy meridian height! 
 Who faidft the diftant poles flaall hear me, and obey. 
 High, o'er the ftars, my fapphire throne fhall glow, 
 And, as JEHOVAH's felf, my voice the heav'ns fhall bow. 
 
 II, 2. 
 
 He fpake, he died* Drftain'd with gore,. 
 Befide yon yawning cavern hoar, 
 
 See, where his livid corfe is laid^ 
 The aged Pilgrim pa/Ting by, 
 Surveys him long with dubious Eye ; 
 And mufes on his fate, and fliakes his reverend head. 
 
 D Juft
 
 ^6 TEXT. 
 
 Is this the mem thttt made, the earth to tremble^ that did 
 
 Jhake kingdoms ? 
 
 no 5;r. 
 
 17. That made the world as a wildernefs, and deftroy- 
 ed the cities thereof > that opened not the houfe of hit 
 pr if oner s ? 
 
 1 8. All the kings of the nations > even all of them> lie in 
 ^ every one in his own houfe. 
 
 ig. But thou art caft out of thy grave Hie an abomin- 
 able branch ; and as the raiment of thofe that are Jlain> 
 thruft through with a fword> that go down to the ftones 
 of the pit ' y as a carcafe troden under feet, 
 
 20. fhou
 
 ODES. 
 
 Juft heav'ns ! is thus thy pride imperial gone ? 
 Is this poor heap of duft the King of Babylon ? 
 
 ii. 3 . 
 
 Is this the Man, whofe nod 
 Shook kingdoms : whofe inexorable rod 
 Levell'd majeftic cities ? Where He trod. 
 
 Famine purfued, and frown'd ; 
 
 Earth figh'd, and, all around, 
 Saw her fair fields transform'd to defarts dry ; 
 
 While, at his crowded- prifon's gate, 
 
 Grafping the keys of Fate, 
 Stood ftern Captivity. 
 
 Vain Man! behold thy righteous doom; 
 
 Behold each neighb'ring monarch's tomb ; 
 
 The trophied arch, the breathing buft, 
 
 The laurel, {hades their facred duft: 
 While thou, vile Out-caft, on this hoftile plain, 
 Moulder' ft, a vulgar corfe, amid the* vulgar flain. 
 
 J>2 III.
 
 28 TEX T. 
 
 20. Thou jhalt not be joined with them in burial^ becaufe 
 tbou haft deftroyed thy land, and jlain thy people ; the feed 
 of evil doers jhall never be renowned. 
 
 21. Prepare flaughter for his children for the iniquity 
 of their fathers \ that they do not rife* nor poffefs the land> 
 nor Jill the face of the world with cities. 
 
 22. For I will rife up againft them> faith the Lord 
 ofhofts, and cut off from Babylon the name, and remnant* 
 and f on and nephew* faith the Lord.
 
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 in. i. 
 
 No trophied arch, no breathing buft, 
 Shall dignify thy trampled duft : 
 
 No laurel flourifli o'er thy grave. 
 For why, proud King, thy ruthlefs hand 
 Hurl'd Defolation o'er the land ; 
 And crufh'd the fubjecl: race, whom kings are born to lave : 
 
 Eternal Infamy fliall blaft thy name, 
 And all thy fbns fhall fliare their impious Father's ihame. 
 
 m. 2 . 
 
 Rife, purple Slaughter! furious rife; 
 Unfold the terror of thine eyes ; 
 
 Dart thy vindictive fliafts around : 
 Let no ftrange land a fhade afford, 
 No conquered Nations call them Lord ; 
 Nor let their cities rife to curfe the goodly ground. 
 
 For thus JEHOVAH fwears; no Name, no Son, .^ 
 No remnant, fliall remain of haughty Babylon. 
 
 HI. 3-
 
 3 o TEXT. 
 
 23. I will alfo make it a poffeffion for the bittern^ and 
 pooh of ^ater : and I will fweep it with the befom of 
 deftruElion^ faith the Lord of ho/is. 
 
 24. The Lord of hojls hath fworn^ faying^ Surely as 
 I have thought^ fo jhall it come ta pafs ; and as I have 
 purpofed) fo Jhall it ftand: 
 
 25. That I will break the Affyrian in my land, and 
 upon my mountains tread him under foot: then Jhall his 
 yoke depart from off them> and his burden depart from off 
 their Jhoulders. 
 
 26. This is the purpofe that is purpofed upon the whole 
 earth: and this is the hand that is ft retched out upon all 
 the nations. 
 
 27. For the Lord of hojls hath purpofed^ and who Jhall 
 dif annul it f and his hand is ft retched out y and who Jhall 
 turn it back ?
 
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 . 3- 
 
 Thus faith the righteous Lord : 
 My Vengeance fhall unfheath the flaming fword ; 
 O'er all thy realms my Fury fhall be pour'd. 
 
 Where yon proud City flood, 
 
 I'll fpread the ftagnant flood; 
 And there the Bittern in the fedge fhall lurk, 
 
 Moaning with fullen ftrain: 
 
 While, fweeping o'er the plain, 
 Definition ends her work. 
 
 Yes, on mine holy mountain's brow, 
 
 I'll crufh this proud Aflyrian foe. 
 
 Th' irrevocable word is fpoke. 
 
 From Judah's neck the galling yoke, 
 Spontaneous falls, fhe fhines with wonted ftate; 
 Thus byMYSELFl ftvear, and what I fwear is Fate. 
 
 FINIS.
 
 ERRATUM. 
 
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