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 COLLECTION OF- POEMS.-, 
 
 WRITTEN BETWEEN THE AGES OF TWELVE AND SIXTEEN, 
 
 BY J. H. L. HUNT, 
 
 Late of the Grammar School of Christ's Hospital. 
 
 DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION, TO 
 
 JAMES HENRY LEIGH, Esq. 
 
 Nephew to the late DUKE of CHANDOS, 
 
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 Be pretent, all ye genii, who conduct 
 The wand'ring fooutept of the youthful bard ' 
 New to your rpringi and ihadei, who touch bit ear 
 With finer sound!, who heighten to bit eyo 
 The bloom of nature, and before him turn 
 The gayeat, happiest attitude of thlngi I 
 
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 1803. 
 
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 THE Author thinks it necessary to inform 
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 how much superior some of the following 
 Poems are to others, that a few of the first 
 pages, all the Translations but one, the two 
 first Odes, and the first Hymn, were written 
 at a very early age ; that the Poem on Retire- 
 ment, the Pastorals in imitation of Pope and 
 Virgil, Elegy written in Poet's Corner, Ode 
 to Truth, the Progress of Painting, Wandle's 
 Wave, the Hymns for the Seasons, the Palace 
 of Pleasure, and the Funeral Anthem, were 
 the productions of sixteen, and the rest of his 
 intermediate years.
 
 
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 of Corpus Christi College 
 
 Rev. John Prince, A. M. chap- 
 lain to the Magdalen 
 
 James Peppercorn, esq. 
 
 Richard Payne, esq. 
 
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 Richard Pack, esq. 
 
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 Mr. Thomas Plaskett 
 
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 D. Rittenhouse, esq. of Phila- 
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 age 
 
 Benjamin Rush, M.D. professor 
 of chemistry in the university 
 of Pensylvania whose tender 
 care of the lives of his fellow 
 citizens, at the risque of his 
 own, when the yellow fever 
 raged, endears his name to 
 every philanthropist in the 
 Old, as well as the New 
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 John Travers, esq. 
 
 Rev. William Martin Trinder, 
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 Nicholas Wain in his youth an 
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 as eminent a preacher in the 
 Society of Friends a people 
 simple, yet for the most part 
 subtle 
 
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 preacher in Hanover Chapel, 
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 MISCEJLJLANIES. 
 
 MACBETH; 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE ILL EFFECTS OF AMBITION. 
 
 Written at the Age of Twelve. 
 
 6ft0$$OAc 3" 
 
 n.wiiQuid non mortalia pe&ora cogit 
 Ambitio ? 
 
 What struggling passions rule the soul; 
 What passions strong that spurn controul, 
 
 The human bosom fire ! 
 The potent warrior cas'd in steel, 
 The king, the beggar, all can feel, 
 
 The power of fierce desire !
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 The tempest howl'd ; the forky light 
 Gilt with pale ray the shades of night, 
 
 The pealing thunder crash'd 
 From murder'd Duncan came Macbeth, 
 And to the ground, still warm with death, 
 
 The bloody dagger dash'd ! 
 
 " Hell gapes to seize my soul," he cried, 
 " The Thund'rer asks why Duncan died, 
 
 " Who pierc'd his beating heart ? 
 " Who gave the thought, who urg'd the deed ; 
 " Who bade his royal bosom bleed ?" 
 
 Death spare thy vengeful dart ! 
 
 'Twas a vain sceptre led my hand, 
 The empty honour of command, 
 
 The dagger rais'd on high ! 
 Curst be the day that gave me birth ! 
 Hide me from God, O parent Earth, 
 
 From God's all-searching eye ! 
 
 CONTENT. 
 
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 Hn yonder vale, where verdure smiles, 
 The sweetest spot in George's isles, 
 
 Lives Dobson, happy swain; 
 Wiio laughs at what is call'd renown, 
 And to the splendor of a crown 
 
 Prefers a sack of grain.
 
 ftHSCELLANIES. o 
 
 E'en while lie fells the giant oak, 
 He finds a tune for ev'ry stroke, 
 
 Tis only beating time ; 
 And if 'tis bad, as some might say, 
 To be so merry all the day, 
 
 He's always in a crime. 
 
 Dame Dobson, while she sits at home, 
 (For careful housewives never roam) 
 
 Sings care itself away ; 
 At grief for ever will deride, 
 Mocks at rich pomp and foolish pride, 
 
 And lives but to be gay. 
 
 " If haughty rank and hoarded wealth 
 " Are less than competence and health, 
 
 " 'Tis we're the lords of earth ; 
 " For ale, we ne'er shall want a pot, 
 " And happiness, (it loves a cot) 
 
 *' Plays round our chearful hearth." 
 
 Find in the city's busy crowd, 
 Among the witty and the proud, 
 
 A pair so highly blest ? 
 If you produce them, I will swear, 
 Dame Dobson never laughed at care, 
 
 And Gaffer knew no rest. 
 b 2
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 LINES 
 
 ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF ELIZA. 
 
 JLaughing morn with sparkling eye 
 Melts in radiance from the sky, 
 While her head with brightness crown'd 
 Sheds a thousand glories round. 
 Come, gentle May, by Flora fair, 
 And ev'ry sylph that sports in air, 
 Attended on thy smiling way ; 
 Favonius, on thy breezy wing 
 Here waft the incense of the spring, 
 And on thy pinions play. 
 
 For in Britannia's raptur'd isle, 
 See ! new-born graces lovelier smile, 
 Fresh rising splendour paints the morn, 
 The mild, the fair Eliza's born. 
 Soft as the brow of spring, whose top 
 Shakes with the dew's bespangling drop, 
 So softly shakes her flutt'ring hair ; 
 While in its silken locks the Breeze 
 Entwining sports in playful ease, 
 And courts the whisp'ring Air. 
 Light as the perfum'd breath of morn, 
 Skims swiftly o'er the level lawn ;
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 Light as the swallow's wing can dip 
 The wat'ry surface, is her trip. 
 Sweet as the wild Eolian lyre, 
 .Whcse untaught song the Gales inspire, 
 As soft they wake its trembling string; 
 So sweet she warbling pours along 
 Her soul-exhilarating song 
 On Zephyr's dewy wing. 
 
 Thron'd are Expression, Love, and Grace, 
 
 In the mild lustre of her face ; 
 
 And Heav'n, as tho' 'twould leave the sky, 
 
 Shoots in the glances of her eye. 
 
 And ah! within that breast where Youth 
 
 Full oft' shall bring its vows of truth, 
 
 And Love sigh out its votive pray'r ; 
 
 Still Virtue fans her vestal fire, 
 
 For there is all she could desire, 
 
 Or to desire could dare ! 
 
 LINES TO MISS S.... H...., 
 
 ON HER MARRIAGE. 
 
 When from the billowy bosom of the main 
 The Queen of Love arose in all her charms; 
 
 Th' admiring sea-nymphs woke the silver strain, 
 And prais'd her damask cheek and iv'ry arms.
 
 6 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 To you, fair maid, if aught my humble song 
 Avail the passage of thy heart to find ; 
 
 Charms yet still sweeter than of love belong, 
 The mild, the heav'nly beauties of the mind 
 
 And oh, if stormy Ocean could rejoice, 
 
 When Love beam'd smiling from the wat'ry gloom > 
 How must the youth, the partner of thy choice, 
 
 Enjoy the charms that in a H bloom. 
 
 Cordelia's sense, Emilia's sprightly wit, 
 Both in thy breast in one soft chain unite ; 
 
 In thee, what most the modest maiden fit, 
 All that can win, and all that can delight. 
 
 Still, still may Peace, with whom no cares intrude, 
 
 For ever cherish'd in thy bosom lie; 
 And lively Health, the riches of the good, 
 
 Bloom on thy cheek, and sparkle in thine eye. 
 
 Not brighter treasure can Golconda boast, 
 Nor high Peru with all her bosom 'd store : 
 
 With them, how sweet, to busy life when lost, 
 And rich in him you love, to want no more !
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 PARODY 
 
 on dr* Johnson's " hermit hoar, &c."* 
 
 (utentle Lady, on whose cheek 
 ** Modesty's soft blushes play ; 
 " Tell, O tell me where to seek 
 " Virtue, and her blissful way. 
 
 Thus I said, and mournful sigh'd 
 
 As I curs'd beguiling sin ; 
 
 When the gentle lady cried, 
 
 " Come and treat us icith some gin f" 
 
 LINES 
 
 addressed to a particular friend, 
 
 On his Birth-Day, Jan. 20, 1800. 
 
 Winter o'er the spangled, air 
 Scatters round his snow drops fair, 
 While the sharp Gales, as' full of play, 
 Rude catch them on their dancing way, 
 
 * This is a species of writing imitated from the Italian, the last line of 
 which is made to differ from the foregoing, and produce some ludicious 
 point from a seemingly grave subject.
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 And cast them at their early birth 
 On the hard bosom of the earth ; 
 Till, as lamenting to be driv'n 
 So early from their native heav'n, 
 Or torn by secret fears ; 
 Their mingled forms of lovely white 
 Sink slowly fading from the sight, 
 And melt away in tears. 
 
 Thus ye cold thoughts from hence depart, 
 Dark-eyed Jealousy, and Hate, 
 And freezing Diffidence, and loud Debate, 
 
 Melt on the glowing throbbings of my heart ; 
 For there my raptur'd fancy flies, 
 
 To fan the flame that Friendship taught to rise. 
 
 Once more to grace the new-born year 
 On earth rolls round thy natal day ; 
 Yet gloomy winter frowns severe 
 As slow he plods his frosty way ; 
 But if in friendship's bosom fair 
 Lie Pleasure, with Content and Peace, 
 The glooms that crowd the troubled air 
 But tend that pleasure to increase. 
 
 So from earth's velvet couch, where gaily drest 
 In beauty wild the white-topt lily rose, 
 
 Torn up to glitter on an Ethiop's breast, 
 Its bed of jet new graces will disclose.
 
 MISCELLANIES. i> 
 
 Then, dreary Terrors, melt along the sky, 
 And on sweet Friendship's bosom gay disperse, 
 
 For thrilling Joy shall soar where cold ye lie, 
 As high above she mounts on raptur'd verse : 
 
 w Lov'd youth, for thee may Friendship, smiling gay, 
 ** Deck with fresh flow'rs her rich enchanting way ; 
 '* Still may impurpling Health, with dimple sleek, 
 " Live in the rose that blushes on thy cheek : 
 " Still in the gentle lustre of thine eye 
 " Soul-thrilling Joy with beam increasing lie ; 
 " While mild Content, with Innocence and Peace, 
 " Descend from heav'n to smile upon thy face, 
 " And o'er thy head bring fresh-born blessings down, 
 " That ev'ry wish, and ev'ry want shall crown I 
 
 *<#< 
 
 A MORNING WALK AND VIEW. 
 
 Jc oeth let me walk along the green-clad fields, 
 When on the morning looks the eastern sun, 
 As from his wavy bed he rises bright 
 And opes the gilded windows of the sea. 
 High sings the lively lark, as with his wing, 
 Brushing the thin spread clouds, he skims the air; 
 Along the grove, in harmony confus'd, 
 c
 
 10 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 Chirp the soft feather'd songsters, whistling now 
 With long drawn note, and now with thrilling song 
 Vibrating on the air : another sun 
 Reflected, seems to burn within the stream 
 A sky of glass ; and all the scattered clouds 
 Descending, move in shadows, gliding soft 
 Around its dazzling face ; the waters flame, 
 And o'er the golden light the burnish'd waves, 
 In sweet confusion, glitt'ring dance along. 
 The weeping willow o'er the gaudy scene 
 Hangs its lorn head, as tho* 'twould soothe its grief 
 With pleasing contemplation ; green as spring. 
 And silent as the rev'rence of an angel : 
 While on the adverse bank the wand'ring boy 
 Views the bright image, and with hostile stone 
 Essays to break the beauteous orb ; but, lo ! 
 He sees it brighten in the sunny ray, 
 Wond'ring with vacant stare and open mouth, 
 Then plunging, sink within th* unbroken light. 
 
 Nor heed the animal creation, rous'd 
 From tiring sloth, the lazy sweets of sleep; 
 From the warm shed, slow moving o'er the plain, 
 The herded cattle go ; the timid cow, 
 The vig'rous heifer, pity-bleating calf, 
 Meek-eyeing sheep, and primly-gazing ram. 
 Loud barks the guardian dog ; the snorting steed
 
 MISCELLANIES. II 
 
 Snuffs the fresh air, and neighs along the vale. 
 Echo the circling hills : the lusty bull 
 Augments the pleasing universal noise 
 Of gladd'ning joy, and hoarsely lows around. 
 Nor is the scene beyond devoid of grace. 
 Far in the distant landscape, dimly seen, 
 Dashes in curling wreathes of hoary foam 
 The mist-creating cataract : slow along, 
 Thro* its full bed, in many a mazy way, 
 The winding river strays, when soft restrain'd 
 Within its mossy shores it onward moves 
 In limpid majesty ; but when convuls'd 
 With the big torrent of the April show'r, 
 It bursts its rural prison, and with sweep, 
 Dreadful and swift, bounds o'er the vanish'd vale, 
 Glorious the floating scene ! Each circled hill 
 Seems edg'd with quiv'ring lace, and all around 
 The hidden meadows, once so gaily green, 
 O'erlay'd with living silver ; close behind, 
 In snug retreat, the tufted cottage lifts 
 Its sloping head, adorn'd with velvet moss, 
 And closely-creeping ivy, fawning round 
 The mantled wall in green servility. 
 
 High from the grove/o'ertopt, the palace wide 
 Looks o'er the lawn, and proudly seems to lift, 
 On weary pillars, to the meeting sky
 
 12 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 V 
 
 Its high arch'd roof, with ev'iy art adorn'd 
 
 The soft Italia or the high-soul'd sons 
 
 Of strong Britannia boast ; tho' still, perhaps, 
 
 Within is pallid guilt and foul disease, 
 
 Heart shrivell'd Av'rice, Sorrow's woe-worn form, 
 
 And Death's hard-outlin'd shadow, spectre dread, 
 
 Call'd in by mispent Wealth, or Dissipation mad. 
 
 Yet loftier far, behind the massy pile, 
 Than human architect can raise, high heav'd 
 By nature's all creative hand, sublime 
 Stands the huge mountain, with eternal green 
 Mantled profuse while to its spotted side, 
 The wool-white sheep add sweet variety ; 
 As pleasing to the distant view they seem 
 With spangles fair to deck its grassy robe. 
 
 Last, o'er the dim horizon, stretching wide, 
 Bends the blue bow of heav'n, which He, who built 
 This rolling earth, o'er its huge surface threw, 
 A vaulting dome ; with azure glowing deep 
 Painted the dazzling hollow ; and where shade 
 Was oft required, threw, o'er the glorious whole, 
 The shadowing clouds, with pencil he that shone 
 The star of Italy, expressive Raphael, 
 The strict Corregio, Titian's glowing hand, 
 Fus'li's gigantic fancy, or the fire 
 Of Britain's fav'rite West, could ne'er essay
 
 MISCELLANIES. 15 
 
 Faintly to imitate. Man, to the day 
 Quick rises, shaking from his nervous limbs 
 The Nessian cloak of sloth, unfit to drink; 
 In its absorbing texture, the full tide 
 Of liquid health, that glows thro' all his veins, 
 Warms his bold heart, and revels in his cheek. 
 
 The rustic farmer hastens o'er his fields; 
 And, with directing hand, the rural lord 
 Rules his attentive lab'rers ; guides them now 
 To pluck the intruding tare, or scatt'ring throw 
 Into the well-plough'd furrows of the earth 
 The lib'ral grain ; and now with smiling face, 
 When harvest comes to crop the fruitful year, 
 Bids them prepare the sickle sounding harsh 
 Thro' the diminish' d fields; or gradual build 
 The equal hay-rick; till the cone-topt pile, 
 Erected neat, gives quiet, ease, and peace 
 To joying labour. In the plain beyond, 
 The humble shepherd, kneeling by the brook, 
 Dips his hard breakfast in the soft'ning stream, 
 Nor heeds the rough clad goat, with rolling eye, 
 "Viewing each wish'd-for mouthful, while he shares, 
 Gen'rous, with faithful Tray his scanty crust. 
 Or stretch' d in sunshine warm, his shading hand 
 Plac'd o'er his half-shut eyes, he views askance 
 The subject flock, some frisking o'er the field
 
 14 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 In harmless sport ; some in the welcome beam 
 Basking, devoid of care ; while others, prest 
 With craving hunger, bend their woolly necks 
 To the green earth, and crop the verdant grass : 
 Careless he whistles loud, nor wishes to be great. 
 
 On scenes like these, where Harmony and Peace 
 Walk hand in hand, for ever could I dwell, 
 From chrystal morning to the jet-rob'd night. 
 These are the themes that lift the grateful soul 
 To Heav'n and love ; love, that exalts the mind 
 To mix its thoughts with God ; Him, whom the sun 
 Shines to obey, whose unseen glories time 
 Flies to make known ; with whom all place is presence. 
 And space immeasurable, fulness : great, 
 And largely good, and infinite is He. 
 
 LINES TO THE WHITE ROSE OF AMERICA.* 
 
 PoS'ov ai <J>sptc-ov av8oj 
 PoJov fapoj jt*EXtjjtxa , 
 FoJ nai Btori rtpirm. 
 
 Anacm. Carmen V- 
 
 Jr air daughter of the morn, whose snowy top 
 Bends, gently waving, to the passing breath 
 
 * Remarkable for having a very odorous scent, when the white rose of 
 England has none at all.
 
 MISCELLANIES. 15 
 
 Of frolic zephyrs, when along the grove 
 They chant their airy songs to welcome spring, 
 In seeming adoration ; well I ween, 
 Belov'd art thou by them, pleas'd when they see 
 Thy humble form breathe incense on their way, 
 To add new fragrance to the perfum'd air. 
 And well I love thee too, when thy fair head 
 Peeps thro' my cottage window, as to greet 
 Mine early rise with cheering smiles before 
 Thy ruby sisters ; who, at my approach, 
 To hail the morn seem deeper yet each hour 
 To blush, that never with their snowy queen 
 They render'd duteous homage to their lord. 
 
 Not the bright sun-flowr's top of burnish'd gold, 
 The yellow jonquil, vary-colour'd pink, 
 The purple passion-flow'r*, belov'd of Christians, 
 Wet with the dewy tear of dying Sol, 
 The lily dress'd with innocence and grace, 
 The wild-born daisy, and the violet blue, 
 Or the fair primrose that at Spring's advance 
 Seems to grow pale, when from her "green lap throwa" 
 So many glitt'ring rivals rise around; 
 
 * A remarkable and beautiful flower, at the bottom of whose cup is a. 
 perfect cross, from whence it derives its name ; this cup always drinks 
 in a dew drop at evening, which is found the next morning at the bottom 
 of its hollow, when it opens iti leaves, which are shut during the night.
 
 16 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 Not the sweet twining woodbine, heart's-ease rich, 
 
 Purpled with gold-dropt velvet, or the fair 
 
 But humble snow-drop, beaming thro' the mist, 
 
 Like the big tear for lov'd Adonis slain, 
 
 Thro' the fring'd eye-lids of the Queen of Love, 
 
 Catch my admiring eye like thy pure flow'r, 
 
 Emblem of infant innocence, sweet rose 1 
 
 Yet wilt thou die : pluck'd oft'by time's rude hand 
 From thy green bed, thy lily leaf must fall ; 
 Yet shall no gorgeous, pageant burial hide, 
 With its dark shade, thy drooping white that shews 
 No faults that need concealment; nor shall pomp 
 Unmeaning usher thee to earth ; one sigh 
 Alone, fair simple flow'r, shall breathe for thee ; 
 And, stooping o'er thy wither'd form, I'll press 
 My bosom with my hand, and mournful say, 
 " Spotless be. thou, my heart: like this sweet rose 
 " May death o'ertake thee, innocent and pure ; 
 " And, weeping for his loss, one only friend 
 " For ever faithful, drop the silent tear 
 " O'er the sad stone that hides mortality, 
 " And tells this sacred truth :" " The son of man, 
 " Like the low short-liv'd flow'ret of the field, 
 " Rises to light and life ; then fades, and dies'. 
 " Great Arbiter of fate thy will be done !"
 
 MISCELLANIES* 17 
 
 CHRIST'S HOSPITAL. 
 
 Ye moss clad turrets*, whose unshaken brows, 
 In antique pride, o'erhang the cheerful scene 
 Of Windsor's flow'ry plains, where father Thame, 
 With many a silver winding, loves to deck 
 The gay expanse that round his reedy bed 
 Luxuriant smiles, when Summer, glowing maid, 
 Throws o'er the verdant earth her robings green ; 
 Ye groves of fair Oxonia, chequer'd bright 
 With Isis' mazy stream, where science lays 
 Her varied stores, and emulation high 
 Points to the bright'ning prospects, fair disclos'd, 
 Of wealth's full horn, and honour's gorgeous robe ; 
 Ye marshy dells, where sedgy Camus, crown'd 
 With the sad willow's melancholy shade, 
 Directs his dim-discover'd wave, or now, 
 Bursting in silver beauty from beneath 
 His leafy covert, views with sacred awe 
 The holy tow'rst arise, that long have bow'd 
 In rev'rend beauty o'er the wa' try glade ; 
 A long farewel I give you : other lays, 
 That tell not of your praise, yet better far 
 To tune my humble pipe, since mem'ry fond, 
 
 * Eton college. f University of Cambridge. 
 
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 18 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 And duteous gratitude, command tbe song, 
 Well pleas'd I chant; such lays as Thyrsis oft, 
 And rustic Corydon, with airy reed 
 Told to the list'ning cottagers, that round 
 The spreading beech, or storm-defying oak, 
 Hung on the pleasing numbers, wond'ring whence 
 Their hands ungentle could so deftly bring 
 The floating sounds ; for Collins, bard sublime, 
 Hyblaean Pope, or Dryden's stately verse, 
 They, simple sons of nature, never heard 
 Among their native woodlands : poet sweet, 
 And eke immortal, call'd they him, who erst 
 Was hight the gentle Gay, trim sonnetteer ! 
 Ne'er other like him had they seen, nor thought 
 One, who could sing so merrily, to view 
 In after-times. Farewel, ye moss-clad towr's, 
 Ye shady groves, ye dells begirt with sedge ! 
 The cloister solemn, and its pensive shades, 
 Command my humble song ; shades, than whose gloom 
 No light have I lov'd better, and to tread 
 Whose solemn walks my gayest hours I'd give. 
 
 Blest, honour'd guardian of my youthful days, 
 Sweet spot of innocence and joy, thy seats 
 Absence still happier pictures to my mind, 
 And, like a painter skill'd, Raphael divine, 
 Correct ey'd Vinci, Angelo sublime, 
 Or Britain's boasted West, each pleasing form
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 19 
 
 Her pencil raises, tints with brighter colours, 
 And throws each dark and gloomy thought behind 
 Into concealing shade. Delighted once, 
 As oft myself would mix within the rear, 
 I view'd thy happy youth, with eager lips, 
 Quaff from its fount the pure Pierian spring, 
 Which he* (who fair Apollo, wisely kind, 
 Gave to unlock , and from the deep recess 
 Pour forth the magic stream) with lib'ral hand 
 Shed round the busy throng, that each, as will 
 Or emulation urg'd, or burning shame 
 For deeds before inglorious, might receive 
 The store, divided, as it flow'd along. 
 Theirs was the classic wealth, and rich it was, 
 Of long antiquity, that to the Avorld 
 Many a dying age had wise bequeath'd. 
 Witness, ye shady seats, where wond'rous Thame 
 Shakes from his rev'rend form the manly beard 
 And nerve-strung arm, and leg of stately walk, 
 And gliding soft along, with flowing air, 
 And eyes of tender light, soft swelling breast, 
 And waxen arm, and thigh of taper grace, 
 Calls himself I sis, Naiad of the wave; 
 And, ye, where lagging Cam draws weary on 
 His sluggish stream, in reedy liv'ry dress'd : 
 
 * Rev. A. W. T. A. M, prefent upper grammar-master of Christ' 
 hospital.
 
 20 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 For oft has learning, at her hallow'd shrine, 
 Beneath your venerable roofs bestow'd 
 The victor laurel on the youthful heads 
 That once adorn'd the sacred cloister'd walks, 
 That saw my early days pass quiet on, 
 Bless'd with pure innocence and meekest peace. 
 Nor would the Muse, pleas'd with its mild retreats, 
 Scorn in thy school to prune her drooping wing: 
 For she, long time, has lov'd the vaulted arch, 
 The gothic window, and the ruin'd pile 
 Antique ; there, favour'd, has her quiet haunt 
 Stood undisturb'd, save by the youthful bards 
 That with such praise maintain the Grecian name 
 And eke Graeculian*, when in humble guise, 
 They ask a song ; nor has she e'er refus'd 
 To grant the small request : for what, indeed, 
 Could she not sing, beneath whose skilful hand 
 Bold Dyer and the plaintive Coleridge grew, 
 Children of poesy? Nay, oft she strikes 
 To higher notes her varying lyre, until 
 She sinks, tho' glorious. So the setting sun, 
 When evening calls him to her western couch, 
 Drops in his purpl'd bed of waves, yet dress'd 
 More rich and glowing than when first he rears 
 His "unshorn head" from op'ning streams of light. 
 
 The three senior scholars of the grammar-school are called Grecians, 
 and the class next to them, Deputy Grecians.
 
 MISCELLANIES* gj 
 
 Britannia, hail! Great in its power and strength. 
 Its naval bulwarks, that so proudly stand 
 The many iron tempests pour'd around 
 By the fierce Gaul, stern with his liberty: 
 Thy favour'd isle shall flourish in the page 
 Of never-dying fame, while earth looks gay 
 With garment green, or hoary ocean heaves 
 The bellying waters of the main. Nor least 
 Of all thy sons that brave the stormy sea, 
 A well-fought field, dos't thou in duty owe 
 Thanks to the noble youth, the sons of courage, 
 Of this fam'd school, who early learnt to glow, 
 With patriot zeal; to see Britannia's hand 
 Planting on distant shores her flag, unfurl'd 
 To the fresh gale of brisk prosperity, 
 Or wreathing for herself a brighter crown 
 Than has been worn long time, the easy cap 
 Of ancient freedom, that, which early Greece, 
 Imperial Rome, and Gallia's strech'd out arm, 
 Have try'd to grasp, the richest prize on earth ! 
 Saw thou not, Neptune, when thy watr'y reign 
 Echo'd with British thunder, and the fire 
 Of gaping cannon flam'd along the shore 
 Of frighted Nile, when Nelson, fearful name, 
 Bore on the wings of victory and death 
 Old Albion's purple standard ; saw thou not, 
 Where eager Troubridge, curs'd relentless fate 
 That from the glorious path of sought renown
 
 2a MISCELLANIES. 
 
 Push'd him aside! O, saw tliou not the fire 
 Flash from his ardent eyes, when fierce he knew 
 For him the thunder of the battle hot 
 Roar'd not in proud sublimity ; nor death 
 Hung on the purpl'd splendor of the sword ? 
 Turn from thy roaring empire, and thine eye 
 Fix on Augusta's spiry seats : 'twas there, 
 In cloisters* drear}- , and the winding aisle 
 He cherish'd dauntless brav'ry; there his heart, 
 Manly in youth, survey'd with eager soul 
 The glorious prospects of immortal fame, 
 When daring conflict should usurp the main, 
 And Heav'n and Troubridge win the wat'iy field ! 
 
 Nor yet, fair child of Industry, sweet Commerce, 
 Forget to think how many of the sons 
 Of these belov'd and unreproved seats 
 Here first, tho' far from all thy busy scenes, 
 Have vow'd to live for thee, and to forsake 
 Their native home, to seek thy lively form 
 In distant climates; southward, where the sub 
 With scorching beam direct, the sultry air 
 Strikes thro', till, darting on the scorch'd domain, 
 It leaves the wither' d herb and drooping flow'r 
 Not one sad dew-drop for a tear to mourn 
 Its dying beauty, once so gaily green : 
 
 * Christ's Hospital, where the Hero f the CuIIoden was bred;
 
 MISCELLANIES. 23 
 
 Or, higher northward, where with garment white 
 
 Of everlasting frost cold Nature clads 
 
 Her hidden form, and melancholy Morn 
 
 Views in a thousand icicles of glass 
 
 (That fancy, ever gay, delights to hang, 
 
 In many an uncouth form, upon the cot 
 
 Of the rude Russian or Carinthian boor) 
 
 Her sadden'd face ; and soon, as tir'd to see 
 
 Her mournful looks, sinks down again to rest, 
 
 And gives the gloomy hours to night and darkness. 
 
 Such are thy youth, sweet spot! Thy children such 
 That tread thy walks, now silent, when the hour 
 Demands the tribute of attention, due 
 To all the rare-felt intellectual sweets 
 Of various learning ; now again, when Sport 
 With hasty hand unlocks the yielding door, 
 Clam'rous with shouts of joy, and playful innocence! 
 
 Let Italy's soft sons their science boast, 
 Soul charming music, or the buskin'd muse, 
 Unequall'd pencil, raising life and thought, 
 And animated Sculpture ; Love itself, 
 That seems to breathe, tho' with a marble breast 
 Silent and cold as Death : yet still, perhaps, 
 When Italy shall be no more, now torn 
 From Superstition's sway to Gallia's hand,
 
 24 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 Which with the scythe of War has mow'd to earth 
 
 Nations and states at once, a bloody harvest ; 
 
 Like the strong pois'nous wind that boisterous sweeps 
 
 O'er the lorn sands of Araby, and brings 
 
 Death, clad in his most hideous shape, his front 
 
 O'erspread with whirlwinds black, who murd'rous spares 
 
 Nor the fierce beast, nor man's diviner form : 
 
 Yes ; when that Italy shall be no more, 
 
 Thy fame, sweet mansion, still shall flourish wide 
 
 Like the strong oak, whose vassal trees fall round, 
 
 Torn up by warring elements ; still see 
 
 Whole realms fall off, and empires die away ; 
 
 And yet shall live to see thy noble sons 
 
 Increase in honour when alive, and fame 
 
 Still nobler after life. So the sweet rose, 
 
 Od'rous in death, breathes fragrance to the air, 
 
 And wafts its incense on the wings of Eve. 
 
 Farewell, ye happy seats of peace and joy, 
 Where rudtjy health glows on each blooming cheek, 
 And innocence looks modest in each eye ! 
 Farewel ! And may the dews of Heaven distil 
 Their richest drops upon thy honour 1 d roofs ; 
 To whose gay tops once more my straining eyes 
 Seem as compell'd to turn to bid the youth, 
 Who with the soothing voice of friendship cheer'd 
 TI\e morning of my life, adieu I Yet short,
 
 MISCELLANIES. 25 
 
 Swift Time, be all our absence ! Quick again 
 I turn my doubtful footsteps, and this pray'r, 
 Fervent, I breathe to Heav'n : " All pow'rful God, 
 
 ' O Give those walks for ever to be trod .*. 
 " By those who love thy name; nor throw between 
 
 ' The cup of pleasure and the eager lips 
 
 " Of the gay youths that learnt with me to bow 
 
 " Before thy throne, as yet unseen, one ill 
 
 " To taint with bitterness the pleasing draught 
 
 " That peace holds out ; and hallow'd be thy Name !* 
 
 REMEMBERED FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 O how delightful was it once to sit 
 And talk away the hours, my friend belor'd, 
 Beneath the lamp's dull flame, that palely shed 
 Its feeble light along the cloister'd walks, 
 Where oft we'd ramble! o'er our youthful heads 
 The gloomy arch, that favour'd converse sweet 
 Of whisper'd vows of friendship, heav'd on high 
 Its massy vault, along whose time-worn roof 
 Soft murmurs ran of breathing constancy. 
 While on my shoulder hung thy easy hand 
 Beyond thy bosom, not a single thought 
 
 E
 
 25 MISCELLANIES, 
 
 That flutter'd from my breast, unheeding tray d : 
 
 Fix'd, and for ever, was my soul in thee ! 
 
 And wrapt in meditation as I sat, 
 
 My beating heart seem'd as it would rise up, 
 
 Burst the thin crystal curtain of the tear 
 
 That quiver'd on mine eye-lid, and, with bound 
 
 Of warm affection, rush to mix with thine ! 
 
 O sweet, romantic lux'ry ! Thee the sons 
 
 Of sordid Av'rice, barring out with gold, 
 
 From their heart's avenue, the wand'ring steps 
 
 Of pilgrim Friendship ; thee, the giddy throng, 
 
 That heedless plunge into the cloying sweets 
 
 Of rich festivity, or wanton bask 
 
 In the hot sunshine of unnerving pleasure, 
 
 Have never known ; or had they tasted once 
 
 Thy cup nectarean, Av'rice had unlock'd 
 
 His very hoard, and pour'd it in the breast 
 
 Of that affection which would more repay 
 
 His lib'ralhand; and the loud crash cabal 
 
 Of festive Riot, or those fearful joys 
 
 Whose very taste is death, had left with teal's 
 
 Of rapture and repentance, sweetly mixt, 
 
 The rich repast and the soft wanton bed, 
 
 To clasp fair Friendship to their beating breasts. 
 
 And tell her, while each bosom's ardent pant 
 
 Seem'd lab'ring to give passage to the soul, 
 
 How pure, but how unspeakable, their bliss!
 
 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 27 
 
 O when at ev'ning oft along the walks 
 Where twilight cast his shadow broad and cool, 
 We joy'd to rove, while o'er each other's neck 
 We threw our careless arm, how sweet the morn 
 Pour'd on the earth her pale but mellow light, 
 Chequer'd with dancing shades, that, from the leaves 
 Of the o'er-waving tree, fell on her beam. 
 If chance the mournful mildly-breathing flute 
 Stole on the list'ning air, like the low voice 
 Of fair Endymion, when, on the mount 
 Of grassy Ida, with the song of love 
 He welcomes early Dian from the sky; 
 The soothing sounds seem'd soft, as gently soft, 
 As the attuning of our souls, and then 
 We stood wrapt up in them, our eager eyes 
 Fix'd on the vacant air, as tho' to seek 
 Whence rose the sweet, the pleasing melody. 
 Or if the viol, with its full brisk note, 
 Tripp'd gaily on the whisper-sighing breeze, 
 It seem'd as tho' the Diyads of the wood 
 Had call'd the crescent Goddess to the chase 
 With merry hunting song; or smiling Pan 
 Had gather'd round him, in his rural bow'r, 
 With reedy pipe, the laughter-loving fawns, 
 The rough-cloth'd sylvans, and the wood-nymphs wild 
 That haunt the shady grove, or rudely sport 
 In the embow'ring forest, leaping round
 
 28 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 The waving trees in many an uncouth dance. 
 O then our hearts went tripping with the sound ; 
 And had light Ariel, spirit of the sky, 
 Haply been there, it seem'd as tho' our souls 
 Had on his silken wings pierc'd the thin air, 
 Crept with him in the cowslip's yellow bell, 
 Or hung beneath the blossom on the bough, 
 To find the sweet exhilarating strains. 
 
 And now, when Ev'ning to the ebon Night 
 (Ebon, or hapiy, if along the sky 
 The bright'ning moon with broad effulgent ray 
 Gleams thro' the hov'ring shade that o'er the earth 
 Hangs dew distilling, fairer and serene) 
 Gives up her peaceful reign, in the smooth bed 
 Of grateful rest we dropt our wearied limbs. 
 Yet for a while, before the gentle sweets 
 Of sleep had clos'd our eyes, how oft we lay 
 Admiring, thro' the casement open'd wide, 
 The spangled glories of the sky, whose face, 
 Like the broad tail of Juno's stately bird, 
 Purpled with eyes, spread glorious to our view. 
 While from behind the silver-bosom'd clouds, 
 Scatter'd around like swelling flakes of snow, 
 At intervals fair Luna bursting forth, 
 Pour'd splendour round : so from the lawless bed 
 Of wanton Paris, when the laughing Morn
 
 MISCELLANIES. 29 
 
 Melted in streaming radiance from the sky, 
 Rose matchless Helen, beaming blushing grace 
 And love resistless on the rising day : 
 So Cytherea from the frothy wave 
 Rose in luxuriant beauty, when the hours 
 Beheld her birth, and Zephyr's gentle gale 
 With the rich perfume of the breathing Spring, 
 Wafted the beauteous Goddess to the shore 
 Of her lov'd Cyprus, while the circling nymphs 
 That rule the waters of the hoary deep, 
 Press'd, on the billowy bosom of the sea, 
 Around her floating chariot, and with shouts 
 Of gladdening triumph bade old Triton swell 
 His echoing chonc, and wake all nature round. 
 
 'Twas then we rais'd our sacred thoughts to heav'n, 
 Blessing his holy works, and calling down 
 The dew of bliss upon each other's head ; 
 While o'er our eyelids Sleep, with hand unseen, 
 Slowly drew on his " gradual dusky veil," 
 And round our pillow threw a thousand sweets 
 That tempt soft slumber, or with odour mild 
 Soothe hard Fatigue ; our waking souls, meantime, 
 Dreamt of our cloistered walks, and many a tale 
 Told underneath the gothic arch antique, 
 In humming whisper, or the chearful laugh 
 Sent back by Echo from the distant aisle.
 
 SO MISCELLANIES. 
 
 Friendship would never leave us ; from the hour 
 Silent and solemn, when the setting sun 
 Robes in rich purple all the western sky, 
 To the gay smiling reign of dewy Morn, 
 Beaming with orient brightness, and again 
 From lively morn to that still fresh'ning hour, 
 When Eve's light breezes fan the tepid air, 
 And Sol once more sinks in his glowing bed. 
 Congenial souls, soft harmony, rich peace, 
 And pleasure, mixt with innocence and ease, 
 Were all our own ; they rul'd the fleeting hour, 
 Beam'd in each eye, and in each bosom thrill'd. 
 
 RETIREMENT, 
 
 OR THE GOLDEN MEAN. 
 
 Eft modus in rebus, sunt certi deniq. fines ; 
 Quos ultra, citraq. nequit consistere rectum. 
 
 Hor Sat- I. 
 
 Auream quisquis mediocritatem 
 Diligit, tutus caret obsoleti 
 Sordibus tecti - f caret invidenda 
 
 Sobrius aula. Hor. Od. X. Lib. I. 
 
 -*># 
 
 Metirement, soother of the wo-worn breast, 
 By all the good and all the great caress'd ;
 
 MISCELLANIES. 31 
 
 Thy shady groves, thy fields of lively green, 
 Where Contemplation bends her brow serene ; 
 Thy rippling streams that silver o'er the plain, 
 The mild, the peaceful pleasures of thy reign, 
 Invite the song, be present at my lay, 
 And let me chant along thy velvet way. 
 
 How blest the mortal far from gorgeous care, 
 The tort'ring badge that Vice and Envy wear; 
 Far from the rank that elevates mankind, 
 To shew their eyes the good they left behind : 
 As from the Alps the trav'ler tott'ring slow, 
 Bends o'er his native fields that smile below; 
 And, while the storm oft pauses o'er the plain, 
 Asks back his cottage and his crook in vain ! 
 He cares not where Ambition's maniacs rave, 
 No royal flatt'rer, and no titled slave ; 
 But spurns behind him, as to light he springs, 
 The pomp of Courtiers, and the pride of Kings. 
 
 Nor sinks his manly soul to ruder joys, 
 That love the vulgar, vanity and noise. 
 Pleasures like these, that bubble and are dead, 
 Fly from his peaceful walks and placid head ; 
 That noble breast where sense and honour reign, 
 Disgrace and Folly toil to blot in vain. 
 Thus the soft breeze, like some forgotten dream, 
 Sighs o'er the oil that smooths the ruffled stream;
 
 53 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 Yet flits unheeded o'er the wat'ry glass, 
 Nor breathes impression on its crystal face. 
 
 This is the man, this, this Creation's Lord, 
 Whom all must envy, yet whom all applaud ! 
 This is the Man, " who," crouds admiring ciy, 
 " Has learnt to live, and trembles not to die ! 
 " Who wisely steer'd where no loud tempests roar, 
 " No rocks tremendous threaten from the shore ; 
 " But kept life's middle stream, whose waters past, 
 " Death frowns no more, and heav'n is man's at last !" 
 
 Ye purpled wretches, crown'd with vice and shame, 
 Wretches, whose all is vanity and name ; 
 Ye scept'red Neros, pageants of an hour, 
 Whose god is Mammon, and whose idol Pow'r ; 
 Say, can your bosoms smooth Contentment know, 
 With peace be gentle, or with Virtue glow ? 
 Can hot Intemp' ranee cool your boiling veins, 
 And yield to Virtue ReasonVtrampled reins? 
 Can shrivell'd Av'rice smooth the brow of Care, 
 Or pois'nous Envy antidote Despair ? 
 Can mad Ambition, pow'rs unfetter'd lust, 
 Bid you be still, and tell you, ye are dust ? 
 Go ! search your treasures, mark the envious glance, 
 The hectic glow of Riot's revell'd dance ; 
 Exalt your heads, where high A mbition shrouds 
 His arm in thunders, and his eye in clouds;
 
 MISCELLA' ES# 3S 
 
 And is it there Peace hides K hermit head, 
 
 Woes are no more, and hur* n wishes dead ? 
 
 Say, Wilmot,* first at Ple ure ' s painted goal ; 
 
 Say, royal Richmond,t v-h tn y shrivel I'd soul; 
 
 Tell, stern ElizaJ thou, 'hose vengeance dread 
 
 Fell envy pour'd on sa Maria's head ; 
 
 Tell, high-brow'd W*sey, son of splendid Care, 
 
 Thou castle, built opanity and air ; 
 
 Say, sleeps Repose 'here Conscience finds no rest? 
 
 Does bliss enrapt re in the guilty breast ? 
 
 While kpgs and nobles share the thorns of Woe, 
 Some still ae scatter'd on the crouds below. 
 See thro' tre mob, where Vice triumphant rules, 
 And vacait Ign'rance stares among her fools ; 
 See Discontent her mutt'ring lips conceal ! 
 And loud Contention threat the public weal! 
 See Filth, disgusting, wallow in her mire, 
 
 And Noise and Riot light eternal fire ! 
 
 And, ah! let Pity turn her dewy eyes, 
 
 Where gasping Penury unfriended lies; 
 
 Where wild-eyed Hunger bows her fainting head, 
 
 And sickness swoons upon her tatter'd bed ! 
 
 There no mild hand uprears the drooping form, 
 
 No meek Benevolence averts the storm ! 
 
 * Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. f Henry VII. 
 
 J Queen Elizabeth. 
 
 T
 
 3S 
 
 MISCELLA 1 "" 
 
 iES. 
 
 And is it there Peace hides hermit head ' 
 
 Woes are no more, and hur* n wishes dead ? 
 
 Say, Wilmot,* first at Ple^ e ' s P ainted oal; 
 
 Say, royal Richmond,t v^ th Y shrivel I'd soul; 
 
 Tell, stern Eliza* thou/hose vengeance dread 
 
 Fell envy pour'd on sa Maria's head ; 
 
 Tell, high-brow'd W<sey, son of splendid Care, 
 
 Thou castle, built of anity and air ; 
 
 Say, sleeps Repose 'here Conscience finds no rest? 
 
 Does bliss enraptre in the guilty breast? 
 
 While kiigs and nobles share the thorns of Woe, 
 Some still ae scatter'd on the crouds below. 
 See thro' the mob, where Vice triumphant rules, 
 And vacait Ign'rance stares among her fools ; 
 See Discontent her mutt'ring lips conceal! 
 And loud Contention threat the public weal I 
 See Filth, disgusting, wallow in her mire, 
 And Noise and Riot light eternal fire ! 
 And, ah! let Pity turn her dewy eyes, 
 Where gasping Penury unfriended lies; 
 Where wild-eyed Hunger bows her fainting head, 
 And sickness swoons upon her tatter'd bed ! 
 There no mild hand uprears the drooping form, 
 No meek Benevolence averts the storm ! 
 
 * Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. t Henry. VII. 
 
 j Queen Elizabeth. 
 
 F
 
 34 Miso\ AN i F , s< 
 
 Soft pillow'd Ease, that slu^, ers ff the day, 
 And haughty Grandeur turrL SC orn away ; 
 Till he, whom Fortune never Wd her own, 
 Sinks in the silent grave, unpiti| anc l unknown ! 
 
 O let me drop from scenes soV,n G f care, 
 Rank's gilded wrinkles, and the PaWr's tear; 
 
 let me drop, Retirement, to thy s^(J eS) 
 Thy bubbling runnels, and thy silent Jades ; 
 Thy fields, where Cheerfulness disports^ ie day; 
 Thy groves, where pensive silence loves t< stray; 
 Thy level lawns, each pasture and each plaq, 
 And all the beauties of thy woodland reign ! 
 
 With these, sufficiency, content, and healt't, 
 
 1 scorn alike nobility and wealth ; 
 
 Pomp and parade, like vengeful furies, fly, 
 And up no heights ambitious lift mine eye. 
 Religion only, as it only shou'd, 
 Will make me noble, when it makes me good; 
 Rich in her smiles, I glory to be man, 
 And life's no more a shadow and a span. 
 
 How sweet to rise, when Morn's refulgent hand 
 Waves o'er the bright'ning sky her magic wand ; 
 How sweet to rise, with manly Temp' ranee strong, 
 And hear the Lark begin his quaver'd song ;
 
 MISCELLANIES. 35 
 
 To view Creation smiling as she glows, 
 
 And see fresh Nature waken from repose ! 
 
 Boast ye, ye sons of Opulence and Pow'r, 
 
 Boast ye, 'midst all your treasures, such an hour ? 
 
 Can pallid Sloth desert her downy rest, 
 
 Or panting Asthma lift th' unweildy breast ? 
 
 Does nightly Revel spring to hail the sky, 
 
 Or Riot wake with Animation's eye ? 
 
 And ah ! when Ev'nings " gradual dusky veil" 
 Bouys its dark texture on the soften'd gale, 
 How lov'd yon arbour, where the honied flow'rs 
 Bloom on the air, and scent the floating hours ! 
 There, when bright Titan sinks behind the hill, 
 And his last colours paint the village rill ; 
 How joys the eye, attentive to the skies, 
 To step down slowly, as he slowly dies ; 
 While streams of splendour roll along the west, 
 And mark the limits of his purple rest ! 
 So sinks the man, whose conscience Heav'n approves, 
 Whom Angels venerate, and Virtue loves. 
 Lamenting Honour weeps upon his hearse, 
 And carves in gold the monumental verse ; 
 While Glory beams o'er Death's retiring gloom, 
 And, with unfading splendour, crowns his tomb! 
 
 Thus pass his days, delightful and serene ; 
 Thus lives the man, who gains the Golden Mean.
 
 36 MISCELLANIES. 
 
 He shuns alike ambitious storms of strife, 
 And flies the noisy walks of vulgar life ; 
 And, as Creation boasts her greenest birth, 
 Where the mild zone enclasps the smiling earth : 
 Far from the North and all its winters drear, 
 And where no southern summers scorch the year; 
 Thus joys his soul, thus smiles upon the day, 
 Where life's soft medium gilds his flow'ry way ; 
 Where Pleasure, pure as Heav'n itself that sent, 
 And Solitude sit dimpled with content ; 
 Where Peace is pomp, Humility a king, 
 And Nature boasts one unrevoking spring.
 
 Bo ca>oc3oeaoo<a 
 
 T1ANSIATIO NS. 

 
 3.9 
 
 TRANSLATIONS. 
 
 ANACREON. OD. XIX. 
 
 JL he tippling earth drinks up the dew, 
 The trees, O tippling earth, drink you ; 
 Neptune drinks air at ev'ry motion, 
 And Sol drinks Neptune like a potion ; 
 Till madam Luna, for a light, 
 Drinks up old Sol himself at night ! 
 Why then d'ye hinder me from drinking, 
 When Heav'n itself's my way of thinking 
 
 ee9e^@Qec< 
 
 ORIGINAL. OD. XIX. 
 
 H yn fA.ika.iya. mvei, 
 Uim $ Uvtyl avrhv, 
 riiVEf QaXag-a-a Fkvpat; , 
 O J'H ?uo{ Qakaa-g-av, 
 Toy S'H**lov2{^m. 
 Ti /t*oi /ocap^ec-0*, ireiifii, 
 K'aurZ QtXmri ixi-mi.
 
 40 TRANSLATIONS. 
 
 TRANSLATION 
 
 OF THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON. 
 
 Jb atn would I wake to life a nobler string, 
 And Cadmus bold, and each Atrides sing ; 
 But as my fingers sweep the sounding lyre, 
 The Loves alone the alter'd chords inspire ! 
 
 I chang'd the stubborn harp ; and to rehearse 
 Alcides' toils, essay'd the Epic verse : 
 Still, as my fingers sweep the sounding lyre, 
 The laughing Loves the alter'd chords inspire ! 
 
 Ah then adieu, ye heroes ! to our song, 
 No themes so lofty, and so loud belong; 
 For, as my fingers sweep the warbling lyre, 
 The Loves alone the tender chords inspire ! 
 
 ORIGINAL. 
 
 ><" 
 
 EX&> Xiysiv Ar;Ei'?<tr, 
 
 A fSapBflo; Jt %oftai; 
 '*BfTa /U.CV0V h)(fi.
 
 TRANSLATIONS. 41 
 
 HjuEi^M vtvpa mpi&w ] 
 Kal tw \vgvv a.'ittiTa.V 
 KayrX, [xiy UtoY adXov; 
 Hpax'hktig, Xvpn Jl 
 
 Bpa)T; avretycini 
 Xaipoire hoiitlv h/x,iv f 
 
 Hpcve;, h Xupti yap 
 Movuf epaira; ahl. 
 
 TRANSLATION OF HORACE S ODE, 
 
 "SEPTIMI CADES," &c. Lib. ii. Od. vi. 
 
 TO SEPTIMIUS. 
 
 A.H lov'd companion of my future way, 
 To Cadiz rich, or Biscay's free-born shore, 
 
 Or the dread Syrtes, where with turbid play, 
 The waters wild in boiling volumes roar ; 
 
 O may fair Tivoli, whose peaceful breast 
 Blest Argos lov'd, the labour of its years, 
 
 Give to my silver age its promis'd rest, 
 
 Soothe all its toils, and wipe away its tears ! 
 
 G
 
 4$ TRANSLATIONS. 
 
 If fate, unjust, my eager steps withold, 
 Quick let me turn where, thro' the flow'ry plain, 
 
 Galesus, lov'd by all the wool-clad fold, 
 
 Guides his mild wave ; Phalantus' rural reign ! 
 
 To me far lovelier than each circling shore, 
 That smiling spot salutes my ravish'd eyes ! 
 
 There sweet Hymettus brings her honied store, 
 And rich Venafrum sees her olive rise ! 
 
 There verdant Spring sits smiling on the year, 
 And soften'd Winter smooths his icy frown ; 
 
 Nor envies Aulon, with his vineyards fair, 
 The purple groves that gay Falemum crown ! 
 
 These happy fields, these happy hills, once more 
 Call us away, and catch the raptur'd eye ! 
 
 Here on your poet's ashes shall you pour 
 
 Friendship's warm tear, and Pity's plaintive sigh*!
 
 'i'KAN SLAT IONS. 43 
 
 ORIGINAL. 
 
 AD SEPTIMIUM. 
 
 Septimi Gades aditure mecum, et 
 Cantabrum indoctum juga ferre nostra, et 
 Barbaras Syrtes, ubi Maura semper 
 
 iEstuat unda ; 
 
 Tibur Argeo positum colono 
 Sit raes sedes utinam senectae; 
 Sit modus lasso maris, et viarum, 
 
 Militiae que ; 
 
 Unde si Parcae prohibent iniquae, 
 Dulce pellitis ovibus Galesi 
 Flumen, et regnata petam Laconi 
 
 Rura Phalanto, 
 
 Ule terrarum mihi prceter omnes 
 Angulus ridet ; ubi non Hymetto 
 M 11a decedent, viridique certat 
 
 Bacca Venafro. 
 
 Ver ubi longum, tepidasque praebet 
 Jupiter brumas, et amicus Aulon 
 Fertilis Baccho minimum Falernis 
 
 Invidet uvis.
 
 44 TRANSLATIONS. 
 
 Ille te mecum locus, et beatge 
 Postulant Arces : ibi tu calentem 
 Debita sparges lacryma favillam 
 
 Vatis amici. 
 
 PARAPHRASE 
 
 OF 
 
 Horace's ode, "integer vit#:," &c* 
 ....><.... 
 
 J- he man, my friend, that in his breast 
 With ev'ry purer virtue's blest, 
 Safe in his own approving heart 
 Needs not the Moor's protecting dart, 
 Or seeks to bend against the foe 
 With nervous arm the pliant bow, 
 Nor o'er his neck throws, proudly great, 
 The quiver big with pois'nous fate. 
 
 Whether on Afric's desert coast, 
 Mid burning sands his steps are lost; 
 Or where Caucasian rocks on high 
 Lift their proud summits to the sky, 
 
 * Prize Translation in the Monthly Preceptor.
 
 TRANSLATIONS. 45 
 
 Heap'd with inhospitable snow 
 Pale gleaming o'er the plains below, 
 Or where the streams romantic glide 
 Of soft Hydaspe's silver tide. 
 
 For, as along the Sabine grove 
 I sung the beauties of my love, 
 And, free from care, too distant stray'd 
 Within its dark embow'ring shade ; 
 The prowling wolf, with blood-shot eye, 
 Unarm' d, beheld me wand'ring nigh ; 
 And, while I shook in silent dread, 
 With howls the rav'ning monster fled ! 
 
 Such, the grim terror of the wood, 
 Ne'er learnt to lap the traveler's blood, 
 Or from the panting victim tore 
 The quiv'ring limbs with stifled roar, 
 Where Daunia's spreading oaks arise 
 In rugged grandeur to the skies ; 
 Or where the Moorish lion stalks 
 With monarch pride his arid walks. 
 
 O lay me where Sol's gayest child. 
 Refulgent Summer, never smil'd ; 
 Nor Zephyr's mild refreshing breeze 
 Fann'd the rich foliage of the trees ;
 
 46 TRANSLATIONS. 
 
 Where ev'ry black portentous cloud 
 And all the foggy vapours croud, 
 When angry Jove in noxious air 
 Extends his arm for vengeance bare ; 
 
 O lay me where Sol, driving high, 
 Flames wide along the sultry sky, 
 No roof, beneath his parching ray, 
 To soothe the pilgrim's weary way ; 
 Yet, yet will I, nor ask for more, 
 My lovely Lalage adore ; 
 Her, who each love-wing'd hour beguiles, 
 As soft she speaks, and sweet she smiles ! 
 
 B ' ^^, I P I 
 ORIGINAL. 
 
 Integer Vita?, sceleris que purus 
 Non egit Mauri jaculis nee arcu, 
 Nee vengnatis gravida sagittis, 
 
 Phusce, pharetra ; 
 
 Sive per Syrtes iter aestuosas, 
 Sive facturus per inhospitalem 
 Caucasum, vel qua? loca fabulosus 
 
 Lambit Hydaspes.
 
 TRANSLATIONS. 47 
 
 Namque me sylva lupus in Sabina 
 Dum meam canto Lalagen, et ultra 
 Terminum curis vagor expeditus 
 Fug-it inermem. 
 
 Quale portentum neque militaris 
 Daunia in latis alit esculetis ; 
 Nee Jubae tellus generat leonum 
 Arida nutrix. 
 
 Pone me pigris ubi nulla campis 
 Arbor aestiva recreatur aura ; 
 Quod latus mundi nebulas malusque 
 Jupiter urget ; 
 
 Pone sub curru nimium propinqui 
 Solis in terra domibus negata ; 
 Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, 
 
 Dulce loquentem.
 
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 51 
 
 SONNETS. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 TO SENSIBILITY. 
 ><- 
 
 Lister of Love, thro' yon deserted grove 
 That warblest sweet thy lorn, romantic tale, 
 
 Or by the mould'ring abbey lov'st to rove, 
 And ask the pity of the sighing gale : 
 
 To thee, soft pow'r, the gently-throbbing breast, 
 And am'rous glance, and love-lorn lay belong ; 
 
 To thee, the vow to Love and her contest, 
 Whose name so oft has grac'd her Henry's song ! 
 
 And O, let ev'ry fonder thought she knows, 
 With gayest hope on this blest bosom dwell, 
 
 Where still with vestal fire affection glows, 
 Still boasts her truest, tenderest tale to tell ! 
 
 O let her bid the rapt'rous hour awake, 
 When Time shall envy bonds he cannot break ! 
 ii 2
 
 52 SONNETS. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 ON THE SICKNESS OF ELIZA. 
 
 jLow on the bed of sickness, pale, and weak, 
 
 Ah, Pity ! see the soft Eliza lie, 
 While still Consumption, o'er her mournful cheek, 
 
 Trails his lank form, and saddens in her eye. 
 
 So twining hideous thro' the rose-bed fair, 
 The long, lean lizard, drags his slimy way ; 
 
 While on the bosom of the pitying air, 
 It breathes the dying fragrance of decay. 
 
 Those beauteous lips, where health impurpled bright, 
 Those lips, where melody in nectar hung, 
 
 Those lips, how fade they from the ravish'd sight, 
 Pale the warm glow, and hush'd the warbling tongue ; 
 
 Ah, when again shall wake their gentle song, 
 
 Thatcharm'd this ear, and thrill'd this heart so long!
 
 SONNETS. 
 
 53 
 
 THE NEGRO BOY. 
 
 A BALLAD. 
 
 Pauperis onus visa est grave, 
 
 Co LD blows the wind, and while the tear 
 Bursts trembling f rom ry swollen eyes> 
 
 The rain's big drop, quick meete it there, 
 And on my naked bosom flies! 
 
 P^y, all ye sons of Joy, 
 
 The little wand ring Negro-boy! 
 
 These tatter'd clothes, this ice-cold breast 
 
 By Winter harden'd into steel, 
 These eyes, that know not soothing rest, 
 But speak the half of what I feel! 
 
 Long, long, I never new one joy, 
 The little wand'ring Negro-boy!* 
 
 Cannot the sigh of early grief 
 
 Move but one charitable mind? 
 Cannot one hand afford relief? 
 One Christian pity, and be kind ? 
 
 Weep, weep, f or thine was never joy, 
 O little wand'ring Negro-boy!
 
 54 SONNETS. 
 
 Is there a good which men call Pleasure? 
 
 O Ozmyn, would that it were thine ! 
 Give me this only precious treasure ; 
 How it would soften grief like mine! 
 
 Then Ozmyn might be call'd, with joy, 
 The little wand'ring Negro-boy! 
 
 My limbs these twelve long years have borne 
 
 The rage of ev'ry angry wind : 
 Yet still does Ozmyn weep and mourn, 
 Yet still no ease, no rest can find ! 
 
 Then Death, alas, must soon destroy 
 The little wand'ring Negro-boy ! 
 
 No sorrow e'er disturbs the rest, 
 
 That dwells within the lonely grave ; 
 Thou best resource, the wo-wrung breast, 
 E'er ask'd of Heav'n, or Heav'n e'er gave! 
 
 Ah then, farewel, vain world, with joy 
 I die the happy Negro-boy !
 
 SONNETS. 55 
 
 SONG. TO ELIZA. 
 
 JiF to mine eye, like thy fair cheek, 
 The rose soft pleasure could impart ; 
 
 Its flow'r with eagerness I'd seek, 
 And always wear it on my heart. 
 
 For where thy image loves to rest, 
 
 ' Twould bloom with still redoubled glow ; 
 
 The panting soil that warms my breast, 
 No kinder gentler, Sun can know. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 September 8, 1800. 
 
 3AY, soft Eliza, good as thou art fair, 
 
 Lives one fond hope in Love's distracted breast? 
 Must still the thrilling horrors of Despair 
 
 Fade my wan cheek, and canker all my rest ? 
 
 Alas! thy tongue, that faulters to conceal, 
 Thy face averted, and thy tearful eye, 
 
 Too soon the rending answer will reveal, 
 That bids the fond and faithful Henrv die!
 
 56 SONNETS. 
 
 To leave a world, where disappointment, sighs, 
 And tears, and anguish, all were left for me, 
 
 Is not the sentence that my bosom flies ; 
 No, fair Eliza, 'tis a worse decree : 
 
 From that sweet form to tear these streaming eyes, 
 And live no more to love and live for thee! 
 
 !l!liHlttllICmSSDXMt!iW 
 
 SONNET. TO EVE. 
 
 oOSjQICXSa 
 
 September 10, 1800. 
 
 <P)uEEN of the balmy Peace, that soothes my breast, 
 
 As oft I linger in thy dewy reign ; 
 Whose gentle sighs lull Nature into rest, 
 
 Whose sober shadows mellow o'er the plain. 
 
 How sweet to wander thro' the dusky vale, 
 When Philomela weeps her bleeding woes ; 
 
 When plaintive murmu rings thro' the grove prevail, 
 And purling runnels bubble to repose ! 
 
 Tis then the influence of thy placid wand 
 Steals into solemn thought my pensive mind ; 
 
 I bow enraptur'd to thy soft'ning hand ; 
 
 And oft on yon old moss-grown bank reclin'd, 
 
 List to the breeze that whispers thy command, 
 While Fancy sighs each echo from behind!
 
 SONNETS. 57 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 September 10, 1800. 
 
 Sweet are the breezes that the lovely morn 
 Scatters around the glories of her way; 
 
 Sweet are the sober tints that eve adorn, 
 
 And sweet the radiance of the noon-tide day. 
 
 But ah ! how sweet is Love's enraptur'd sigh ! 
 
 How sweet the modest blush that dyes his cheek! 
 How sweet the glancing splendor of his eye, 
 
 Splendors that warm, and splendors that can speak ! 
 
 Mild as the air that breathes the vernal show'r, 
 Is the soft whisper of the vow of Love ; 
 
 Soft as the shadows of the floating hour, 
 
 Soft as the pearly dew that decks the grove ; 
 
 And, fair Eliza, if that Love has pow'r, 
 These heav'nly pleasures shall our bosoms prove. 
 
 -#*e@CSS>* 
 
 THE MAD GIRL'S SONG. 
 
 September 11, 1800. 
 The lily enamels the vale, 
 
 And roses they purple above; 
 But how can their glories prevail 
 
 With a smile from the lips of my Love ? 
 i
 
 58 SONNETS. 
 
 But my Love, he was false and unkind, 
 When he bade me depart from the grove : 
 
 And I'll go : for I have not a mind, 
 
 That will laugh at the frowns of my Love. 
 
 I'll pick up the flow'rs that are dead, 
 
 And deck all my bosom so gay, 
 That Love shall come patting my head, 
 
 And steal all their blossoms away. 
 But, no ; he sha'nt rob me of these, 
 
 Refusal his wishes shall prove ; 
 For he would not, my passions to please, 
 
 Inspire the cold breast of my Love. 
 
 I will visit the Cypress so sad, 
 
 That hangs o'er the dark shadow'd grave ; 
 And I know, tho' they tell me I'm mad, 
 
 That I'll tear off its branches to wave. 
 O, and then a sweet garland I'll twine, 
 
 And shew all my friends how I wove ; 
 And all, but the leaves shall be mine, 
 
 For I'll give all the green to my Love. 
 
 But my Love, I'm afraid, wont be press'cl 
 To take the poor gift, tho' so smart : 
 
 For he scorn'd this fond fluttering breast, 
 And all the warm wealth of my heart.
 
 SONNETS. 59 
 
 Then I'll keep it and twine in my hair 
 
 The green, and the boughs that I wove ; 
 And when it shall fade away there, 
 Sing dirges to it and my Love. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 IN IMITATION OF LOPEZ DE VEGA. 
 
 Well, if I must, I think I might begin, 
 But your long Sonnets are so horrid hard ; 
 
 Yet soft, I've got in a poetic pin ; 
 Wond'rous ! one stave's dropp'd out this head of lard ! 
 
 Well, I'll be hang'd if I know what to say : 
 Why how ! I've tumbled on another line ; 
 
 O admirandum ! Phcebus smiles to day ; 
 Another ! Well, now, don't ye think, I shine ? 
 
 Ah ! I shall faint ! Poor Pegasus wont drive ! 
 
 What! At the Tenth ! Heav'ns, how the Muses fag ! 
 An't I the comicallest dog alive ? 
 
 How now ! Twelve bits to this poetic rag ! 
 Fire and amazement! keep it up! You'll beat 'em; 
 Add up, my lads 1 There's- Fourteen, or I'll eat 'em.
 
 60 SONNETS, 
 
 TO ZEPHYR. 
 
 IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH. 
 
 Nove?nber 17, 1800, 
 
 JMild Zephyr, o'er the verdant grove, 
 
 That sport'st in April's dewy ray, 
 O hear the tender sighs of love, 
 
 And wave thy wings and come away! 
 
 If e'er his plaints have reach'd thine ear, 
 If e'er his tears have met thine eye, 
 
 Go, tell Eliza, gentle Air, 
 
 I weep, I languish, and I die ! 
 
 Eliza once my fondness knew, 
 
 Eliza once that fondness blest ; 
 Eliza frowns ; I fear to woo, 
 
 And hide the pang that rends my breast. 
 
 O go ; and yon refulgent ball, 
 
 And bounteous Heav'n thy care shall pay. 
 And melt the snow-drops as they fall, 
 
 Where'er thou tak'st thy evening play.
 
 SONNETS. 61 
 
 And where thou wav'st thy airy wing, 
 
 No chilling rains shall patter there ; 
 No driving hail deform thy Spring ; 
 
 Go, sigh my sorrows, gentle Air.
 
 OOOCWDOOCO< 
 
 F*A& TO R*AJL S*
 
 (55 
 
 PASTORALS. 
 
 IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL AND POPE. 
 
 PASTORAL I. 
 Season, Spring. Time, Morning. 
 
 ADDRESSED 
 
 TO GEORGE, EARL OF GUILFORD. 
 
 Arcades ambo 
 
 Et cantare pares, et respondere parati. 
 
 ViRG.iEclog. vii. v. 4. 
 
 3Tn fair Oxonia first, with vernal flow'rs, 
 
 I crown the Muse that cheers my peaceful hours ; 
 
 Mild Isis, echo to the rural song, 
 
 That humbly skims thy silver stream along ; 
 
 Ye willows, quiv'ring o'er your waters play, 
 
 And nod soft plaudits to the whisp'ring lay. 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 V. I. In fair Oxonia first."] Pope opens his Pastorals by 
 " First in these fields I try the sylvan straiiis." 
 K
 
 66 PASTORALS. 
 
 Offspring of him, belov'd of Heav'n, who join'd 
 The noblest wisdom with the purest mind, 
 Attend the verse ; nor those, thy peers among, 
 Who on thy patriot voice so oft have hung, 
 Disdain these early numbers to receive, 
 That in the sunshine of thy smiles would live. 
 So round the gen'rous oak the mazy vine 
 Loves, in gay wreaths, his infant leaves to twine ; 
 Yet blushes,*tis it pays admiring court, 
 And purples grateful o'er its high support. 
 
 Fair Morn yet linger'd in the op'ning east, 
 And careless tints on distant mountains cast; 
 When three young Shepherds, o'er the spreading lawn, 
 With early warblings hail'd the smiling dawn ; 
 Till, as they pour'd their gather'd flocks along, 
 Thus gentle Hylas stopp'd the flowing song : 
 
 HYLA3. 
 
 Lov'd Swains, the fav'rites of the rural Muse, 
 See waking morn her purple rays diffuse ; 
 Smooth Isis' streams reflected splendor yield, 
 And gay, green Spring, enrobes the circling field ; 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 
 V. 21. Till, as they pour'd] 
 
 Pour'd o'er the whit'nins vales their fleecy care. 
 
 Toi'E.
 
 PASTORALS. 67 
 
 Come then ; the Muses love the vernal year ; 
 Let songs, alternate,- swell the cooling air ; 
 While in yon waving Elm's embow'ring shade, 
 In decent shew the rural feast be laid. 
 Damon, begin ; your gentle reed inspire ; 
 Then, Thyrsis, answer with Apollo's fire. 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 What say you, Thyrsis ? I, unskilful swain, 
 Tune the mean pipe along the distant plain ; 
 And stake this crook, with iv'ry head, as fair 
 As Delia's neck, or Daphne's flaxen hair. 
 
 THYRSIS. 
 
 And I this horn which first my grand-sire found, 
 And thro' the hollow pour'd the length'ning sound ; 
 A ring of gold enclasps the graceful curve, 
 His bright reward whose songs the prize deserve, 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 Fair blooming youth, O leave Idalia's grove, 
 Thy feasts ambrosial, and thy Psyche's love ; 
 Glow thro' the verse, and smooth the rustic lays 
 That seek no theme, but thine eternal praise. 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 
 V. 28. Let songs a/tcrnate.~\ 
 
 Alternis dicetis. Virg. Eel. 3. v. 59 
 
 V. S3. What say you, Thyrsis ?~\ 
 
 Vis ergo, inter nos, quid possit uterque, vicissim 
 'Experiamur ? Virg. Eel. 3. v. 28.
 
 PASTORALS. 
 THYRSIS. 
 
 Melodious Phoebus, all my mind inspire 
 With Hayley's air, or Southey's kindling fire ; 
 That not unequal to the task may prove 
 Of singing Delia's charms, and Delia's love. 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 Me laughing Daphne softly lurks behind, 
 Pelts the smooth plum, then trips along the wind ; 
 Yet, while the bush conceals with sweet briar green, 
 She laughs aloud, and wishes to be seen. 
 
 THYRSIS. 
 
 While lovely Delia leads the floating dance, 
 At each quick step she darts the side-long glance ; 
 While, winking round, in ev'ry soft retreat, 
 How much her eyes belie her sporting feet. 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 V. 45. Melodious Phoebus.] 
 
 Inspire me, Phoebus, in my Delia's praise, 
 With Waller's art or Gtanville's moving lays. Pope- 
 V. 49. Me laughing Daphne. - ] 
 
 Malo me Galatea petit lasciva puella, 
 Et fugit ad salices, et se cupit ante videri. 
 
 Virg. Eel. 3 v. 64. 
 V. 53. While lovely Delia.] 
 
 The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green, 
 
 She runs, but hopes she does not run unseen, 
 
 While a kind glance at her pursuer flies, 
 
 How much at variance are her feet and eyes. Pope.
 
 PASTORALS. 69 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 Sweet May is faithful to the honey'd fiow'rs, 
 March to the winds, and April to the show'rs; 
 Yet still more constant, while her Damon's here, 
 Is charming Daphne all the varied year. 
 
 THYRSIS. 
 
 Fair Morning loves to court the tepid breeze ; 
 Mild Eve the cooler, Noon the shady trees ; 
 Yet more than all, my Delia joys to play, 
 Where faithful Thyrsis leads his fllocks away. 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 The peaceful Olive sage Minerva bears, 
 Bacchus the Vine, the Myrtle Venus wears ; 
 Yet while my Fair admires the vi'let blue, 
 The vine, sweet flow'r, and myrtle, yield to you. 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 
 V. 65. The peaceful Olive. ] 
 
 Populus Alcida gratissima, vitis Iaccho, 
 Formosa myrtus Veneri, sua laurea Pbosbo. 
 Phyllis amat corylos : illas dum Phyllis amabit, 
 Nee myrtus vincet corylos, nee laurea Phoebi. 
 
 Virg. Eel. 7. v. 61.
 
 70 PASTORALS. 
 
 THVRSIS. 
 
 The hardy Oak is monarch of the plains, 
 
 O'er the soft stream the mournful Willow reigns; 
 
 If Delia love the Rose, with blushes gay, 
 
 The Oak and Willow shall the Rose obey. 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 When hoary Winter chains our fields in frost, 
 And lively Verdure in his snows is lost ; 
 If Daphne smile, stern Winter frowns no more, 
 And greener verdure crowns the flow'ry shore. 
 
 THYRSIS. 
 
 When thirsty Sirius rages o'er the fields, 
 And fainting Nature to the tyrant yields; 
 In Delia's presence, her enliv'ning eye 
 Sparkles with life, and splendor paints the sky. 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 V. 69. The hardy Oak ] 
 
 Fraxinus in sylvis pulcherrima, pinus in hortis, 
 Populus in fluviis, abies inrnoatibus altis ; 
 Srepius at si me, Lycida formose, revisas, 
 Fraxinus in sylvis cedat tibi, pinus in hortis. 
 
 Virg. Ed. 7. v. 65. 
 
 V. 77. When thirsty Syriut~\ 
 
 Aret ager ; vitio moriens sitit aeris ; 
 
 Phyllidis adventu nostra; nemus omne virebit. Eel. 7. v. 57.
 
 PASTORALS. 71 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 If in some distant grove my Daphne roam, 
 Far from her shepherd's flock and native home ; 
 Hush'd are the birds, the sorrowing flow'rs droop low; 
 And the dull streams in languid silence flow. 
 
 THYRSIS. 
 
 If cruel Delia from her Thyrsis hide, 
 By yon dark elm, or Thames sedge-mantled side; 
 In vain bright Titan gilds the burnish'd plains; 
 He soothes the least who smiles upon our pains. 
 
 DAMON. 
 
 Ah, yield thee, Thyrsis ; or with promptness tell, 
 What sweet is that from show'ring Heav'n that fell ;. 
 Unfold the riddle, and the crook is thine, 
 To curb the goats that crop the early vine. 
 
 THYRSIS. 
 
 Yet boast not Damon ; first that flow'r declare, 
 That joins a metal with a virgin fair ; 
 Then his loud horn shall conquer'd Thyrsis yield, 
 And all the praises of the wond'ring field. 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 V. 81. If In some distant grave, ~\ 
 
 'At si formosus Alexis 
 Montibus his abeat, videas et flum'ina sicca. 
 
 Virg. Eel. 7. v. 53.
 
 72 PASTORALS. 
 
 IIYLAS. 
 
 Equal in wit, and in the flowing rhyme, 
 In years tho' greener than the youthful lime. 
 Admir'd by Phoebus, and by Love caress'd, 
 Who can discern the youth, who sings the best? 
 Blest in unrivall'd Friendship, still maintain 
 Th' admiring plaudit of each humbler swain; 
 While to thee, Damon, this transparent horn, 
 That clear reflects the purple tints of Morn, 
 Glad, I adjudge; and, Thyrsis, to thy care, 
 Commit this crook with mounting iv'ry fair. 
 But haste away ; the sweet repast is laid, 
 Inviting Hunger in the rural shade : 
 Put up your pipes ; the birds your notes prolong ; 
 Let them take up the warb'ling of the song. 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 V. 100. Who can discern. ,~\ 
 
 Non nostrum inter vos tantas componere lites. 
 
 Virg. Eel. 3. v. 108. 
 
 V. 109. Put up your Pipes.'] 
 
 Clauditejam rivos, pueri. Virg. Eel. S. y. 111.
 
 73 
 
 PASTORAL II. 
 
 Season, Summer. Time, Noon. 
 
 ADDRESSED 
 
 TO MASTER F. H. PAPENDIECK. 
 
 -Tantus dolor urit amantes. 
 
 Ovid, Met. lib. iv. v. 278. 
 
 In Windsor groves, where cooling Zephyrs play, 
 And Thames smooth waters guide their chrystal way, 
 The gathered Swains, with rural labour tir'd, 
 Sought the mild breezes, and the reed inspir'd ; 
 While, where the oaks hang round their ample shade, 
 Their crooks neglected, and the flocks were laid. 
 Soft as they sung, along the verdant shore, 
 The feather' d songsters seem'd to charm no more ; 
 All nature smil'd ; gay sprung the blooming flow'rs, 
 And harmless Mirth led on the dancing hours. 
 
 Fred'rick, attend ; hear one sad lay complain, 
 That to our friendship adds this length'ning chain ; 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 
 V. 7. Soft as they sung."] 
 
 Soft as he mourn'd the streams forgot to flow. PorE.
 
 74 PASTORALS. 
 
 How swains, tho' faithful as thyself, have mournM 
 Affection scorn'd, or friendship unreturn'd ; 
 Hear all the griefs, and all the ills of love ; 
 For thou can'st pity, and may chance approve. 
 
 Alone retir'd from this enliv'ning scene, 
 Palemon slowly pac'd the distant green ; 
 Where, on his head, Sol pour'd his burning ray, 
 And in hot splendor, flam'd the cloudless day: 
 Loose, o'er his shoulders, fell his airy flute, 
 So livery once, but now so sadly mute ; 
 O'er his blue eyes his flaxen tresses hung, 
 While mournful thus in gentle plaint he sung : 
 
 Ye radiant sun-beams, parching from above, 
 Ah fierce, indeed, but not so fierce as love; 
 Ye fields of azure sapphire, sparkling fair. 
 And ye, beneath, that Summer's verdure wear> 
 All Nature, listen to the piteous lay, 
 That longs, like you, yet sickens to be gay; 
 And, oh, if Grief should spoil the heart-felt verse, 
 Him pity most, who fails it to rehearse. 
 
 Ah ! thinks my Rosalind, what restless pain, 
 Her faithless breast inflicts upon her swain; 
 While o'er the thirsty fields he seeks to trace 
 Some footstep printed on the trodden grass!
 
 PASTORALS. 75 
 
 Fond, simple youth, when, joying in he* love, 
 Thy Rosalinda sought the shady grove, 
 Where oft enraptur'd on the bank she stood, 
 As in the blushing stream my face I view'd ; 
 And told me, bending o'er the gurgling wave, 
 Not morn herself such lovely blushes gave; 
 Why did I eager drink her perjur'd praise, 
 Why round her head enwreathe the grateful bays ? 
 Yet cruel Love still wrings my wo-worn breast, 
 Nor laughing Summer brings Palemon rest! 
 
 Come, view my cottage, that, on yonder hill, 
 Climbs o'er the hedge, and looks upon the rill ; 
 O'er its smooth top the bow'ring elm survey, 
 That shades my windows from the scorching ray ; 
 While creeping upwards on its cover'd side 
 The winding ivy mounts in verdant pride. 
 Around, like silver peeping from the grass, 
 Thame's subject stream directs its waves of glass ; 
 Till spreading slowly as it onward moves, 
 It bounds below, and rushes to the groves. 
 Here will we love ; and when the bright-eyed Mom 
 Wakes to new light and life the purpling Dawn, 
 
 IMITATIONS* 
 V. 4o. As in the blushing stream.'] 
 
 Nuper me in litore vidi, 
 
 Quum placidum ventis staret mare. Virg. Eel. 2. v. 25. 
 
 V. 47. Come, view my cottage. ~\ 
 
 O deijrn to visit our forsaken seats. Pope.
 
 76 FASTOBALS. 
 
 Thy liquid voice in heav'nly notes shall rise 
 With my low flute, soft warbling to the skies ; 
 Or if it please thee better, from the cotes, 
 Thy tender hand shall drive the udder' d goats: 
 While round the plain, where fresh'ning Zephyr breathes, 
 Thy careful swain the colour'd garland wreathes ; 
 To deck thy bosom, or attentive spread 
 The rifled Summer on thy bashful head ! 
 
 The yelling lion pants the wolf to seize, 
 The wolf the kid, the kid the tender trees ; 
 The sad Paiemon, with enquiring eyes, 
 And eager haste, for Rosalinda flies; 
 Yet the fierce lion lives not in his breast, 
 No savage Hunger robs his soul of rest ; 
 Love, gentle Love, the shepherd's anxious care, 
 Urges him on, and shews the promis'd fair ; 
 Yet as I haste to clasp her in these arms, 
 Fled is her form, and all her glowing charms ! 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 
 V. 59. Thy liquid voice."] 
 
 Mecum una in sylvis imitabere Pana canendo. 
 
 Virg. Eel. 2. v. 31. 
 V. 62. Thy tender band ] 
 
 Hasdorum que gregem viridi compellere hibisco. 
 
 ViRG. Eel. 2. v. 30. 
 V. 67. The yelling Lion'] 
 
 Torva lesena lupum sequitur ; lupus ipse capellam ; 
 
 Florentem cytisum sequitur lasciva capeJIa. 
 
 Virg. Eel. 2. v. 63.
 
 PASTORALS. 77 
 
 And is it thus, malicious god, the youth 
 Is robb'd of all, that vow'd eternal truth ? 
 That he, who spoils the flow'ry pride of Spring, 
 His votive garlands on thy shrine to bring ; 
 That he, who sings thy praises all the year, 
 For Rosalinda clasps the shadowy air ? 
 
 O'er distant fields no more my feet shall roam, 
 Nor sad Palemon leave his peaceful home. 
 This flute, which Moeris with his dying breath, 
 Gave as a pledge that Friendship lives in Death ; 
 This flute no more shall unregarded hang, 
 With which so sweetly thro' the groves he sang : 
 To yon thick shade, lamenting, I'll retire, 
 And to soft plaints my mournful reed inspire ! 
 Yet, why bright Phoebus fly ! a livelier flame, 
 With cherish'd hate, exhausts my drooping frame. 
 Still, still I burn! ah, rather let me say, 
 Palemon' s free when Rosalind's away : 
 Reflecting Reason blot the fatal word, 
 And to rough Love be smooth Content preferr'd. 
 But haste, Palemon ; to yon shady green, 
 Where limpid Thame adorns the verdant scene, 
 
 IMITATIOXS. 
 
 V. 85. Thit flute which Mcerh."] 
 
 Fistula, Damaetas dono milii quam dedit olim ; 
 Et dixit moriens, Te nunc habet ista secundum.
 
 78 PASTORALS* 
 
 Urge the quick step : for, on the margin gay, 
 The heedless flock in wild disorder play. 
 Farewel, ye plains, ye verdant lawns, adieu, 
 Ye fields of green, and ye of azure blue ! 
 Farewel, false Rosalind ; my beating breast 
 Denies me more ; let tears declare the rest ! 
 
 PASTORAL III. 
 
 Season, Autumn. Time, Evening. 
 
 ADDRESSED 
 
 TO THE HONOURABLE T. ERSKINE. 
 
 AmQr, che per gli affani cresce. 
 
 Pftr. p. 33. 
 
 J? air was the eve ; and o'er the western sky 
 Departing Phoebus cast his gentler eye ; 
 Autumnal glories mark'd the yellow plain, 
 And golden Ceres spread her waving reign, 
 When wand'ring Strephon, mourning o'er the mead, 
 With gentle breath inspir'd the plaintive reed ; 
 While pitying Zephyrs wafted thro' the grove. 
 The mingled notes of Sorrow and of Love.
 
 PASTORALS. 70 
 
 Thou, whom a nation's love, a nation's praise 
 Crowns yet unwearied with immortal bays ; 
 Whom gracious Heav'n, in pity to mankind, 
 Gave to scourge Vice, and curb the erring mind 5 
 O let my Muse, by thy great name inspir'd, 
 With Erskine's native eloquence be fir'd ! 
 From thy warm eye expressive Pity sent,' 
 Shall mountains melt, and bid the rocks relent; 
 The woods shall mourn, and heap'd upon the shore, 
 Old Thamus weep, and Isis smile no more ! 
 
 From Strephon's bosom buret the tender sigh, 
 And grief's big drop stood trembling in his eye ! 
 Streaming it fell : Love caught the pearly tear, 
 And whisper' d comfort in the shepherd's ear. 
 
 Ah, cruel god, reply'd the care-worn swain, 
 Thy smiles are sorrow, and thy pleasure pain ! 
 Still, as I bow beneath thy burning shrine, 
 Contempt, Refusal, and Despair, are mine ! 
 No promis'd joys by love-sick Fancy drest, 
 No promis'd raptures throb within my breast 1 
 Fair Peace, adieu ! and ah ! no more be mute ; 
 But mourn with me, my sweetly-warbling flute! 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 V. 30. But mourn with me.'] 
 
 Incite Manalios mecura, mea tibia, versus. 
 
 Virg. Eel. 8. v. 21.
 
 80 PASTORALS. 
 
 And does Menalcas, rev'lling in her charms, 
 On Sylvia's breast repose his iron arms ? 
 Perverted Nature, mourn thy banish'd reign, 
 And weep with me o'er ev'ry murm'ring plain ; 
 The savage eagle, screaming, courts the dove, 
 To snowy hinds the lion roars his love ; 
 Wild in the flock the rav'ning wolf's preferr'd, 
 And foaming tygers sport among the herd ! 
 Fair peace, adieu ! And ah, no more be mute ; 
 But mourn with me, my sweetly-warbling flute ! 
 
 In this lorn breast, where Sylvia's image lies, 
 Love asks in vain, while vanish'd Hope denies ! 
 Once could I wish, when artless was my age. 
 And smiling Time unroll'd his brightest page ; 
 Once could I wish, when first my Sylvia rose, 
 Like op'ning flow'rs their budding charms disclose; 
 When first she rose, the splendour of the plain, 
 And stole the heart of ev'ry simple swain ; 
 Till Disappointment drove me from my land, 
 And dash'd the cup of Rapture from my hand. 
 Weep, hapless youth ! and ah! no more be mute; 
 But mourn with me, my sweetly-warbling flute ! 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 
 V. 31. And does Menalcas'] 
 
 Mopso Nisa datur ; quid non speremus amantes ? 
 jutigentur jam gryphes equis. Virg. Eel. 8. v. 26.
 
 PASTORALS. 81 
 
 Ye groves, forsaken by your wretched swain ; 
 Ye mazy woodlands, nodding o'er the plain ; 
 Ye bleating folds, once Strephon's fleecy wealth, 
 My slender crook, fond pleasure, and fair health, 
 All, all, adieu ! To me, the shady grove 
 Has lost its charms, since Sylvia has her love ! 
 For some new swain my wand'ring flock must look, 
 And all the garlands wither on my crook ! 
 Weep, hapless youth ! and ah ! no more be mute ; 
 But mourn with me, my sweetly-warbling flute ! 
 
 Soft sung the shepherd ; and on distant plains 
 Delighted Echo spread the plaintive strains. 
 Thame rais'd his head, and bending o'er the meads, 
 Told the mild numbers to his waving reeds ; 
 While Windsor fields, forgetful to rejoice, 
 Caught the sad influence of his magic voice. 
 
 Hark ! What sweet murmurs break from yonder 
 grove ! 
 What chanting Nymph laments her bleeding love ; 
 Still on mine ear the silver numbers steal, 
 And rising throbs within my breast I feel ! 
 The shepherd paus'd : while, floating gently near, 
 These mournful numbers trembled in his ear :- 
 
 Sweet is the light that glitters thro' the sky, 
 And sweet soft Ev'ning with her virgin eye ; 
 
 M
 
 82 PASTORALS. 
 
 Dear is the hope that flatters me to rest, 
 And lov'd the purple stream that warms my breast ! 
 But ah! How sweet, how dear, how lov'd, the youth, 
 That to this wretched bosom vow'd his truth ! 
 Who from these lips love's warm avowal heard, 
 That love to Pleasure and to Peace preferr'd ! 
 Sigh on, ye Zephyrs, that around me breathe ; 
 And mourn, ye bubbling streams, that purl beneath I 
 
 Once soft Content reveal'd her placid charms, 
 And Joy, with smiles, would woo me to her arms ! 
 Once from his shrine Love bow'd his yielding head ; 
 But Love, and Joj% and soft Content, are fled ! 
 Care on my lips compels his bitter bowl, 
 And Woe's rude tempest shakes my tortur'd soul I 
 Sigh on, ye Zephyrs, that around me breathe ; 
 And mourn, ye bubbling streams, that purl beneath ! 
 
 Ye playful Nymphs, that haunt the woodland scene, 
 The flow'ry valley, or the upland green ; 
 Or ye, in Thame's smooth flowing stream, that lave, 
 And cleave with polish'd arm the chrystal wave ; 
 In what cool bow'r, what wat'ry grotto's shade, 
 To sad complaint impervious, were you laid ; 
 When Force unmanly dragg'd me from my fields. 
 And all the joys my peaceful cottage yields ? 
 Sigh on, ye Zephyrs, that around me breathe ; 
 And mourn, ye bubbling streams, that purl beneath !
 
 PA3T0RALS. 83 
 
 If Health's warm smile these drooping charms restore, 
 And hope's unalter'd eye be dim no more ; 
 If Love has pow'r to bind the hearts of swains, 
 (And that he has, O tell my native plains !) 
 This weary hand that props my tearful cheek, 
 With painful toil and trembling mis'ry weak, 
 This weary hand shall be the youth's alone, 
 Who call'd so oft that weaiy hand his own ! 
 Witness, ye groves, with gilding Autumn gay, 
 Ye waving fields, that glitter on the day, 
 Ye whisp'nng leaves, with yellow border bright, 
 And ye, ye floating splendors of the light ! 
 Despis'd Menalcas mourns my flight in vain, 
 i\nd Sylvia's Strephon shall be hers again ! 
 Sport now, ye Zephyrs, that around me breathe ; 
 And smile, ye bubbling streams, that purl beneath. 
 
 Soft ceas'd the Fair ; then beam'd from out the grove 
 Jn all the luring languishings of love ; 
 Caught by the breezes shook her clust'ring curls, 
 Shook, as when Eve her trembling veil unfurls ; 
 An airy robe her floating form betray 'd, 
 And o'er her breast in ruffling eddies play'd ; 
 From her bright eyes a thousand glances speak, 
 And blushing beauty purples on her cheek. 
 Enraptur'd Strephon gaz'd upon her charms, 
 And wildly rush'd, and clasp'd her in his arms :
 
 84 PASTORALS. 
 
 " These fond caresses," sigh'd the blooming swain, 
 
 " These dear embraces bind us once again ! 
 
 " O may no more the wiles of fortune part 
 
 " This panting bosom from thy Shepherd's heart ! 
 
 " If Love, too cruel, smile but to deceive, 
 
 " And Woe once more the loom of mis'ry weave ; 
 
 " That ruffian hand, that tears me from thy side, 
 
 " Shall point the grave, where hapless Strephon died !'
 
 85 
 
 PASTORAL IV. 
 
 Season, Winter. Time, Night. 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF MR. COWPER. 
 
 Quis desiderio sit pudor, aut modus 
 Tam chari capitis ? pnecipe lugubres 
 Cantus, Melpomene : cui liquidam Pater 
 Vocem cum cithara dedit. 
 
 Prgo perpetuus Sopor 
 
 Urget ! cui Pudor, & justitia soror 
 Incormpta Fides, nudaque Veritas, 
 C^uando ulliun invenient parem ? 
 
 Hor. Lib. 1. Od. 24. 
 
 DAPHNIS. 
 
 .Not the smooth streamlets that with rippling tide 
 In murm'rings mild the chrystal pebbles chide; 
 Not summer-airs that fan the rustling grove, 
 Or the warm whispers of enraptur'd Love ; 
 Not Pan himself can so beguile mine ear, 
 As when Amyntas' gentle reed I hear ; 
 But, ah ! his sweet celestial strains are gone, 
 And rich Elysium claims her tuneful son !
 
 S6 PASTORALS. 
 
 MtERIS. 
 
 See solemn Night begins her dreary reign, 
 
 And Winter bleaches o'er the icy plain; 
 
 Pale Luna sleeps behind the dark'ning cloud, 
 
 And Nature lies beneath her frozen shroud : 
 
 So drear to me is Rapture's dancing ray, 
 
 So cold to Moeris Pleasure's warmest day ; 
 
 So darken'd, Youth's bright sunshine, now no more, 
 
 So frozen Health, whose blushes glow'd before; 
 
 For, ah ! with thee I weep our Shepherd's death, 
 
 And raptur'd Harmony's forgotten breath ! 
 
 DAPHNIS, 
 
 As the tall Poplar waves above the reed, 
 
 Or Windsor groves rise graceful o'er the mead ; 
 
 As lovely Roses blush upon the thorn, 
 
 Or flow'ry Buds the tangled hedge adorn; 
 
 Thus lov'd Amyntas rivall'd every swain ; 
 
 Thus with his warblings grac'd the ravish'd plain ; 
 
 Thus bow'd each Shepherd to his mellow flute, 
 
 Till Verse, Amyntas, and Delight were mute ! 
 
 Mourn, mourn, ye horrors of the frozen year, 
 
 And melt in tears of anguish o'er his bier ! 
 
 IMITATIONS. 
 
 V . 18. And raptur'd Harmony t.~\ 
 
 Fair Daphne's dead, and Music is no more ! P^pe
 
 PASTORALS. 87 
 
 MCERIS. 
 
 \'on aged tree, where once his sculptur'd name 
 Would Admiration's passing tribute claim, 
 The envious snows in clus'tring heaps conceal, 
 And graven boughs no more the charm reveal ; 
 Beneath the frost of Death's relentless hand 
 Thus dies the Muse, thus leaves a weeping land ; 
 Thus fades the landscape from our straining sight, 
 Where soaring Rapture wing'd her visions bright ; 
 Where Fancy planted gay her colour'd goal, 
 And magic Melody enchain'd the soul ! 
 For, ah ! Amyntas droops his gentle head, 
 And Rapture, Fancy, Melody, are fled ! 
 
 DAPHN1S. 
 
 Chain'd is the music of the purling spring, 
 
 And stiff the tender turtle's useless wing ; 
 
 So fast in Death the fetter'd Muses lie, 
 
 So fixt our tuneful Swain's enliven'd eye ! 
 
 And, ah ! no more shall Summer's glowing reign 
 
 Restore his numbers to their native plain ; 
 
 No more light Autumn wake to visions gay 
 
 Those eyes, cold hidden from the light of day; 
 
 Though melting Spring again shall soothe the grove, 
 
 And pliant pinions oar the sailing dove !
 
 S3 PASTORALS. 
 
 Weep, Mceris, weep ! Amyntas charms no more ; 
 And Pan chants vainly o'er the desart shore ! 
 
 MOZR1S. 
 
 Ah down these cheeks full oft the tearful stream 
 Steals in the day, and dews the nightly dream ; 
 Full oft Remembrance thorns within my breast, 
 And Meditation lures me from my rest ! 
 O'er this cold grave that decks the snowy way 
 With old o'er-waving cypress sadly gay, 
 O'er this cold grave pale vigils will I keep, 
 And bid the wand' ring pilgrim pause and weep; 
 While thus the sorrow, by his sighs betray'd, 
 Shall soothe in pensive lay the list'ning Shade : 
 
 " Thee, sweet departed Warbler of the plain, 
 
 " Who charm'd so oft lorn Echo's mournful reign ; 
 
 " Thee, when green Spring her verdant mantle weaves, 
 
 " And laughing Summer crowns her head with leaves ; 
 
 " Thee, when bright Autumn paints the golden land, 
 
 " And hoary Winter waves his icy hand ; 
 
 " Thee shall Remembrance fancy in her way, 
 
 " Chanting with tuneful reed thy placid lay ; 
 
 " And, with her wonted rapture wildly warm, 
 
 " Present the laurel to th' ideal form; 
 
 " Thee shall Affection mourn, along thy bier 
 
 " Mingling with silent grief the bursting tear}
 
 PASTORALS. 89 
 
 " Thee Honour, acting in his noblest part, 
 
 " Hold in each eye, and grave within each heart; 
 
 " Till Spring no more, or Summer's sparkling eye, 
 
 " Or yellow Autumn beam along the sky ; 
 
 ** Till hoary Winter loose his icy chain, 
 
 " And Joy, immortal as thy numbers, reign!'*
 
 ELEGIES* 
 
 ,, ^*^0'0OGOCX*
 
 93 
 
 ELEGIES. 
 
 ELEGY. 
 
 M I M > 
 
 WRITTEN IN POETS* CORNER, WESTMINSTER ABBEY. 
 ,.><.... 
 
 JLn this cold solitude, this awful shade, 
 
 Where sleeps the lyre of many a tuneful breath, 
 
 The ghastly shroud and dust-disturbing spade, 
 
 Invite the shudd 'ring thought to Gloom and Death. 
 
 Yet, while my careful feet slow pace along 
 O'er the dumb tales of learning and of fame, 
 
 Remembrance fond recalls the Poet's song, 
 And Admiration points the chisell'd name. 
 
 To boast the wonder of attentive crouds, 
 And wrap the soul in ecstasied applause, 
 
 To reach Futurity, that spurns the clouds, 
 And unlock Harmony's enchanting laws ;
 
 94 ELEGIES. 
 
 For this the Poet rolls his phrenzied eye, 
 And wakens Rapture with his fairy hand ; 
 
 For this he warbles transport to the sky, 
 
 And pours enchantment o'er a thrilling land ! 
 
 Live not, where Shakespeare lays his awful dust, 
 The marble records of immortal fame ? 
 
 Weeps not the Muse o'er Rowe's beloved bust? 
 And speaks not Truth in Gay's untitled name! 
 
 Who boasts of Kings when bending o'er the shade, 
 Where lies the harp sublime of free-born Gray ? 
 
 Who talks of pomp, or who of proud parade, 
 Where modest Thomson drops his spotless lay ? 
 
 If courts are nobler than the Muse divine, 
 
 Princes and lords had long usurp'd the praise ; 
 
 Some laurell'd Wilmot wanton'd but to shine, 
 Some Henry hoarded for immortal bays. 
 
 Yet them no more shall Admiration high 
 Lift from the turf that triumphs o'er their clay ; 
 
 For them no tear stand quiv'ring in the eye, 
 For them no bosom sigh its plaintive lay ! 
 
 Unwept, unpitied, drooping to their doom, 
 They creep to death, nor leave a trace behind ; 
 
 No plaintive breath lamenting o'er the tomb, 
 But yon cold grass that whistles to the wind !
 
 ELEGIES, 95 
 
 Ye georgeous worms, that glitter in in the sun, 
 Ye worms of wealth, and vanity, and sway ; 
 
 Say, have ye ought of praise, of glory won, 
 That thus ye flaunt along your gaudy way ? 
 
 Tis not the splendor of the cherish'd hoard, 
 Pomp's carv'd atchievements, or the robe of pow'r ; 
 
 'Tis not the purple of a nation's lord 
 Can claim Futurity's emblazon'd hour ! 
 
 Foul Av'rice watches but to gain a grave, 
 
 And haughty Pride must bow to shrinking age ; 
 
 Pow'r has not learnt the storms of death to brave, 
 And Grandeur crumbles from her gorgeous stage ! 
 
 The heart that loves, that is the friend of all, 
 
 And meek Humility's unlordly breast, 
 These are the beams that glitter o'er the pall, 
 
 And sink resplendent, like the Sun, to rest ! 
 
 And, ah, if e'er on them the Muse's eye 
 
 Shed the bright influence of her heav'nly fire ; 
 
 Applause shall live for ever where they lie, 
 And one eternal triumph be their lyre !
 
 96 ELEGIES* 
 
 IN MEMORIAM 
 
 Jacobi Hay Beattie Art. Magis. 
 
 Patris Admirandi Filii Admirabilis, 
 
 Philos. In Colleg. Marischal. Professoris ; 
 
 Qui Morum Suavitate Et Benignitate, 
 
 Mentis Que Divina Sublimitate 
 
 Ingenium Facetissimum, 
 
 Bonarum Literarum 
 
 Summam Peritiam, 
 
 Scientiam Theologiae Non Mediocrem, 
 
 Necnon Philosophic Graviorem 
 
 Praeter iEtate Longius Profectos Conjunxit 
 
 Dum Simul Vias 
 
 Poesis Leviores 
 
 Non Humili Gradu 
 
 Perambulavit. 
 
 In Gremium Omnipotentis, 
 
 Qui Nunquam In Vitam Despexit 
 
 Nisi Simul Subridens 
 
 Mitem Et Immortalem 
 
 Animam Exspiravit 
 
 XIX. Novemb. MDCCXC. 
 
 Anno ^Etat. Suae. XXIL
 
 ELEGIES. 07 
 
 JLost, sainted son of virtue and of worth, 
 
 And hast thou breath'd thy gentle soul away? 
 
 Must Heav'n so soon demand thee from this earth? 
 So soon demand thee to eternal day ? 
 
 O had it still, in pity to us all, 
 
 Breath'd lively health into thy placid breast; 
 Vice had not ever triumph' d in our fall, 
 
 Or with her hated scorpions thorn'd our rest ! 
 
 But man's low dwelling was unworthy thee ; 
 
 And Heav'n perceiv'd, and op'd its arms above : 
 There shall thine eyes their kindred sweetness see, 
 
 And there thy breast its kindred virtues love. 
 
 And though thy feet so soft so humbly trod 
 
 Along life's noiseless, solitary vale; 
 Thy shade shall walk exalted by its God, 
 
 Where courts and kings have panted but to kneel. 
 
 Say, can thy death by aught be duly wept, 
 
 The sculptur'd tomb with worthy tears be dew'd ? 
 
 Shall sadd'ning vigils o'er thy hearse be kept, 
 And melting Sorrow at thy grave be woo'd ?
 
 9S ELEGIES. 
 
 Sad Wit, forgetful of his wonted smile, 
 
 The sigh unusual o'er thy turf shall pour ; 
 
 Philosophy be taught to weep awhile, 
 
 And ev'ry Muse a sep'rate loss deplore ! 
 
 Farewell meek Moralist ! blest Bard, adieu ! 
 
 And Life, lamented by a widow'd age ! 
 That Life, soon snatching from our raptur'd view 
 
 The gentle annals of its spotless page ! 
 
 EPITAPH ON ROBESPIERRE. 
 
 In Memoriam 
 Infamem Et Semper Execrandam 
 Maximiliani Robespierre, 
 Parish Detestabilis Tyranni ; 
 Monstri 
 Cujus Sitis Ardens 
 Sanguinis Humani Eft'undendi, 
 Cujus Usurpatio Insana 
 Sancti Nominis 
 LIBERTATIS; 
 Cujus Atra Et Cruenta Mens 
 Rabie Indomita Crudelitatis 
 Nunquam Satis 
 Expleta,
 
 ELEGIES. 99 
 
 Cujus Contemptus Omnis Instituti 
 
 Mortalium vel Dei Immortalis, 
 
 Cujus Vita Et Anima 
 
 Cruore Patriae 
 
 Vulneratae Et Morientis 
 
 Purpurata. 
 
 Mors Et Miseria Fuere 
 
 Piis Et Patriae Amantibus, 
 
 Delectus et Dapes 
 
 Mentibus nou Suae Im paribus 
 
 Impietatis Et Diabolorum. 
 
 Of aspect ruthless as the frown of Fate, 
 Form'd to be hated, as himself could hate; 
 Of soul too impious to be curs' d in song, 
 Dark as that eye of Death he fed so long ; 
 Of passions fir'd by every fiend that fell, 
 The sword of Slaughter in the hand of Hell ; 
 He kiss'd the steel a country's blood had stain'd, 
 And died that Daemon that he liv'd and reiffn'd.
 
 OBJES. 
 
 nOOOUfC^CKX:
 
 103 
 
 ODES. 
 
 TO THE EVENING STAR. 
 
 FROM OSSIAN. 
 
 $ .*Mi>S8- 
 
 JPointed star of coming night, 
 Glitt'ring is thy western light ! 
 Slowly from thy cloudy bed 
 Liftest thou thine unshorn head ; 
 And, upon yon hills of chalk, 
 Stately is thy beamy walk ! 
 Say what now beholds thine eye, 
 In the plains below that lie ! 
 
 High the storm that howl'd before, 
 Listens to the torrent's roar : 
 Up the black rock, with circling waters lave, 
 Distant beats the sounding wave ; 
 O'er the field on feeble wings 
 In drowsy hum the beetle sings. 
 Pointed Star, what sees thine eye 
 In the plains below that lie ?
 
 104 ODES. 
 
 O'er thy lips of crimson hue 
 Spreads the smile ; thou sink'st from view : 
 The curling waves, that round thee gently dash, 
 In nm rm'rings soft thy lovely tresses wash; 
 Farewell, still beams of thy fair eyes! 
 -Thou light of Ossian's soul arise ! 
 
 V ALO UR. 
 *w 
 
 tY hen Valour, fearless maid, was born, 
 She wander'd friendless and forlorn ; 
 Till once, in Greece, when first it rose 
 Superior to its neighb'ring foes : 
 She saw in ev'ry eye a fire, 
 Which none but Valour could inspire, 
 And pleas'd to find it all her own, 
 In Sparta first she rais'd her throne. 
 
 'Twas Valour taught the art of war, 
 To throw the lance, and drive the car : 
 'Twas Valour ev'ry bosom fir'd, 
 Fill'd high with courage, warm'd, inspir'd, 
 Taught the bold warrior how to die, 
 And bade the vanquished scorn to fly; 
 Gave to her fav'rite Greece the sway, 
 And bade each circling shore obey.
 
 ODES. 105 
 
 Each state its hero then could boast, 
 The king and guardian of its coast; 
 And Argos saw her children brave 
 The terrors of the foaming wave ; 
 E'en gods were jealous at the sight, 
 And crowded on th' Olympian height; 
 And when the Colchian prize was won, 
 They snatch'd above each Argive son. 
 
 From ancestors renown'd as these, 
 Who neither sought nor sunk to ease, 
 An hardy race of heroes rose, 
 Alike regardless of repose ; 
 And Persia's sons beheld the day, 
 When on Plataea's plains they lay; 
 And saw, and saw alone to mourn, 
 The laurel from their temples torn. 
 
 On Mycale's sea-circled shore, 
 Again they heard the battle roar; 
 Unnerv'd to fight, afraid to die, 
 Again the Persian turn'd to fly. 
 Then Xerxes rose, and left behind 
 His millions, but a grave to find; 
 And while the coward monarch fled, 
 Greere rent the turban from his head.
 
 106 ODES. 
 
 Ah! lost to all her patriot fame, 
 Where now is Grecia's glorious name! 
 Tis fled ; and Sparta's hardy race 
 Shew but a female's languid face. 
 Their bosom now no ardour fires, 
 No courage warms, no zeal inspires ; 
 And Valour's self, to roam no more, 
 Has come to Albion's white cliff 'd shore. 
 
 SPEECH OF CARACTACUS 
 
 TO 
 
 CLAUDIUS CM SAM. 
 
 iEquam memento tebus in arduis 
 
 Servare mentem. 
 
 Hor. Lib. ii. Od. 3. 
 
 Mil gut y Caesar, tho' to thee 
 Britain bows the bended knee; 
 Tho' her hardy warriors know 
 Victor is the valiant foe ; 
 Tho' her king with tort'ring pain 
 Captive drags the galling chain; 
 Rome itself shall never boast, 
 Britannia's glory all is lost !
 
 ODE?. 107 
 
 Saw thou not, Ostorius bold, 
 Where in blood my chariot roll'd ; 
 Saw thou not in ev'ry eye 
 Firm resolve and courage lie ? 
 Saw thou not each British sword 
 Carve a passage for its lord, 
 Where the Roman eagle spread 
 Her purple pinions o'er thy head? 
 
 When misfortune hovers nigh, 
 Let the coward wish to die ; 
 And, like Cato, robb'd of rest, 
 Plunge the dagger in his breast ! 
 But, tho' feeble, pale, and wan, 
 Still your captive is a man : 
 And for me, if life is rough, 
 To live and to be brave's enough ! 
 
 Tho' these hands no more may wiel< 
 Pond' rous spear, or massy shield ; 
 Tho' this tongue may ne'er again 
 Bid the British troops be men; 
 Hope, with ever-lifted eye, 
 Hope, enchanting, still is nigh ! 
 Yes ; they shall again be free, 
 And triumph in their liberty !
 
 10S ODES. 
 
 TO HONOUR. 
 
 = #= 
 
 Honos alit Artes. 
 S> 
 
 Honour, mirse of ev'ry art, 
 Warm inspirer of the heart, 
 Thee, for all men own thy sway, 
 " Tributary kings obey;" 
 Thee, the warrior claims his due, 
 Honour, all he holds in view. 
 " 'Twas for thee," he cries, " I rode 
 " Fiercely thro' the fields of blood ; 
 " Woke Discord with the trumpet's breath, 
 " And dipt my sword in blood, and purpled it with 
 death!" 
 
 When in brisk enliv'ning notes 
 
 Sweet the liquid music floats ; 
 
 When the deep-ton'd organs blow 
 
 Solemn measures, soft and slow; 
 
 Or the clarions from afar 
 
 Rouse the ruthless storms of war; 
 
 Whose, but thine exalted hand, 
 
 Wakes with transport all the land ? 
 
 Whose, but thy voice in thunder told, 
 
 Calls to the well-fought field the enterprising bold!
 
 ODES. 109 
 
 See where on the canvas glows, 
 Christ triumphant in his woes * ; 
 See, as wild ho sweeps the lyre, 
 Anger all the bard t inspire, 
 While, at each prophetic sound, 
 Death and Ruin storm around ; 
 Who, but thou, the Master taught 
 Imag'd life and pictur'd thought ! 
 With life inspir'd each wond'rous form ; 
 Gave deadlier looks to Death , new terrors to the 
 Storm ? 
 
 Last yet richer drest than all, 
 Poesy attends thy call : 
 Thee, when Milton soaring high 
 Search'd the glories of the sky ; 
 Thee, when Gray's terrific hand 
 Woke to Vengeance Cambria's land ; 
 Or enraptur'd Collins sung, 
 As Fancy wild her reeds among ; 
 Thee she saw, while wond'ring eartli 
 View'd with awe thy glorious birth ; 
 Thee she beheld with eager eye, 
 And wav'd her airy wing, and hail'd thee from the 
 sky! 
 
 * West's Crucifixion. f Fuseli's Bard, from Gray, 
 
 t West's Opening of the Seals, from Revelation. 
 West's Lear in the Storm.
 
 110 ODES. 
 
 TO TR UTIJ. 
 
 JLruth, fairest virgin of the sky, 
 With robes of light, and beaming eye, 
 
 And temples crown' d with day ; 
 O thou, of all the cherub choir, 
 That boast'st to wake the sweetest lyre, 
 
 And chant the softest lay. 
 
 By him, who 'midst his country's tears 
 Stood moveless to a thousand fears, 
 
 And smil'd at racks and death ; 
 By Persia's turban'd heroes bold, 
 And all the Spartan chiefs of old, 
 
 That bow'd thy shrine beneath ; 
 
 By holy Virtue's vestal flame, 
 
 By laurell'd Honour's stately name, 
 
 And cheek -bedim pled Love ; 
 O lift from thy majestic head 
 The veil that o'er its tresses spread, 
 
 Doubt's fairy fingers wove. 
 
 Thee chaste Religion's virgin breast, 
 And hope, with fair unruffled vest, 
 Their lovely sister hail ;
 
 ODES. HI 
 
 Simplicity with lilied crown, 
 And Innocence untaught to frown, 
 And Peace that loves the vale. 
 
 The daemon that usurps thy day, 
 And casts upon its blemish'd ray 
 
 The poison of his tongue ; 
 O bid him, from thy dazzling sight, 
 Shrink back into eternal night, 
 
 His kindred fiends among. 
 
 And in the horrors of his train, 
 Let discord seek his yelling reign, 
 
 Nor haunt thy path serene ; 
 While Guilt, on ev'ry sullen wind, 
 Starts pale and trembling from behind 
 
 His wild and wizard mem. 
 
 Then o'er thy flow'r-enainell'd way 
 Shall Youth, in artless frolic gay, 
 
 II is rustic hymns increase; 
 While Britain, raptur'd at the sound, 
 Shouts to her echoing shores around, 
 
 " Truth, Liberty, and Peace !"
 
 112 ODES. 
 
 FOR 1799. 
 .->< 
 
 WRITTEN AT THE TIME 
 
 OF 
 
 THE WAR IN SWITZERLAND. 
 
 Swiftly o'er the barren heath, 
 Flies the distant echoing blast ; 
 
 Burning War and thirsty Death, 
 Gloomy horrors round them cast ! 
 
 " What bring ye, wide rushing storms ?" 
 Cries the mountain Swiss afar ! 
 
 " Whence are these terrific forms, 
 " Thirsty Death and burning War ?" 
 
 Stern he said ; In wild reply 
 Howl'd the daemon of the wind : 
 
 ' Wretch, thy patriot friends must die, 
 "Gaul and Vengeance frown behind ! 
 
 Loud he cried ; the warrior frown'd, 
 Rushing down the craggy steep ; 
 
 Soon the chief his brethren found, 
 Yielding indolent to sleep.
 
 ODES. 113 
 
 Like the waking thunder, rose 
 
 Heroes at his loud alarms ; 
 Starting quickly from repose, 
 
 Onward rush'd the bold to arms ! 
 
 Slow advancing from the west, 
 
 Rose the battle's iron storm ; 
 Pierc'd was ev'ry warrior's breast, 
 
 Pale was Freedom's drooping form ! 
 
 O'er the widely-wasted heath, 
 
 Hollow was the voice of woe ! 
 Scatter'd lay the swords of Death, 
 
 Scatter'd lay the chieftains low ! 
 
 Oft before the dewy Spring- 
 Sadly smiles, is Freedom seen 
 
 Weeping, fresh blown flow'rs to bring, 
 And deck each corse with honours green ! 
 
 TO GENIUS. 
 
 -9||<Seo 
 IRREGULAR. 
 
 >* 
 
 O thou, to all the vulgar blind, 
 Who fill'st the Poet's ample mind
 
 114 ODE6. 
 
 With rapture, such as Shakespeare felt, 
 When at thy sacred shrine he knelt ; 
 Such as inspires, in lofty strain, 
 To tell of agony and pain ; 
 
 Or, o'er the harp, as the slow fingers mov f 
 The gentler, soft, sooth'd mind inspires 
 With silent, yet more glowing fires, 
 
 While the loud numbers melt to strains of breathing 
 love. 
 
 O with that glow whose modest flush 
 
 Gives Thomson's muse her chaster blush, 
 
 Or with th' expanding flames that silent lie, 
 
 To burst more bright from Collins' eye ; 
 
 Or with the voice of Milton's song, 
 
 Pure as the heav'n, and as its thunder strong ; 
 
 O fill my mind with all thy strength, 
 
 Like thy ideas without length ; 
 
 Pour thro' my soul thy beaming light, 
 
 Within be glorious day, tho' all without is night ! 
 
 Yet to that day, so bright begun, 
 O grant there be no setting sun ; 
 Let not Distraction's hurrying storm, 
 Or idiot Madness, restless form, 
 Deface thy lively ray ;
 
 ODES. 115 
 
 Long, Genius, let thy suppliant view 
 Thy airy robes of varying hue, 
 And eyes that dazzle day. 
 But if thy warm inspiring breath 
 Grow cold at the approach of Death ; 
 If at his wintry grasp thy fire 
 But faint my lonely breast inspire ; 
 Grant to the coming night, O youth divine, 
 One ray may linger yet, one cheering beam may shine ! 
 
 >ooccxxx 
 
 ON FRIENDSHIP, 
 
 IN IMITATION OF POPE's ODE ON SOLITUDE. 
 
 -Natura beatos 
 
 Omnibus esse dedit, si quis cognoverit uti. 
 
 Claudian. 
 i ! 
 
 Jclappy the youth, whose early days 
 
 The sweets of Friendship charm away ; 
 Content to breathe his humble lays 
 Simple and gay. 
 
 *Long, Pity, let the nations view 
 Thy sky-worn robes of tend' rest blue, 
 And eyes of dewy light. Collins.
 
 116 ODES. 
 
 Whose friend of senie and love is made, 
 Whose mind is dress'd as gay as Prior ; 
 Whose Muse, when warm, that mind can shade, 
 When cold, can fire. 
 
 Blest on a faithful breast to find 
 
 Wants, cares, and sorrows, glide away ; 
 Unmov'd in body or in mind, 
 
 To chide the day. 
 
 No thoughts at night except the dreams, 
 
 Together mixt of love and peace ! 
 And musings fir'd with inward beams 
 Of heav'nly grace ! 
 
 Thus let me live, known but by one, 
 
 Mourn'd but by one, my race thus end ; 
 Forgot by all that race that run, 
 
 Except my friend ! 
 
 TO FRIENDSHIP. 
 
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 O thou, who winding thro' the wrinkles deep 
 Of giant Care, smooth'st out his rugged brow 
 As polish'd as thine own, 
 With wiles unknown before :
 
 ODES. 117 
 
 Or with thy lovely hand, lurking unseen, 
 Stamp'st a new dimple on his furrow' d cheek, 
 
 While his dark-boding eye 
 
 Starts into animation ; 
 
 How sweet thy form, when, hanging o'er his head, 
 Thy gentle tear meets his ; that, rushing down, 
 Melts on his icy breast, 
 Rich with thy glowing pearl \ 
 
 Or when pale Melancholy, maid forlorn, 
 Mourns in soft plaint thro' yon deserted grove, 
 When Eve in bridals grey 
 Weds Twilight's sober form; 
 
 How sweetly hangs upon thy honey 'd tongue 
 Persuasion, eloquent and mild, as oft 
 
 Thy soothing voice subdues 
 
 Her wo-worn soul to peace ! 
 
 O lovely maid, if aught my humble lay 
 Avail to move thy gen'rous pitying breast, 
 
 Whose rugged numbers oft 
 
 Have hail'd thy genial reign ; 
 
 By all the griefs that rent the vengeful breast 
 Of dread Achilles, when the Trojan arm 
 
 Stretch'd on the clanging earth 
 
 His bold, his patriot friend:
 
 118 ODES. 
 
 By all the fire that flash'd from Nisus' eye, 
 When the lov'd warrior lay convuls'd in death, 
 His tresses rudely tost 
 On his cold, pallid cheek ; 
 
 O still, to light and life, affection warm, 
 And all the nameless blessings thou canst give, 
 Pure, innocent, and free, 
 The social youth preserve, 
 
 Who, in the cloistcr'd walks, where first I learnt 
 To feel thine influence mild, full oft has vow'd 
 To deck thy hallow'd shrine 
 With Summer's gayest stores ! 
 
 Then, soul-endearing maid, each rising morn, 
 That paints with purple all the glowing sky. 
 
 Shall, to thy bosom waft, 
 
 On Meditation's wing, 
 
 Our heart-felt raptures, whether close conceal'd 
 
 By academic grove thou love to lay 
 
 In thick embow'ring shade, 
 Thy olive-wreathed head : 
 
 Or roving far by Thame's moss-mantled side, 
 Crown thy gay temples with the moisten'd sedge, 
 That decks its rural banks 
 With lively glowing green.
 
 ODES. 
 
 119 
 
 FRIENDSHIP- 
 
 Sweet to the captive's raptur'd ear 
 
 Gay Freedom trills her airy song ; 
 And gaily to the eye of Care 
 
 The golden Morning floats along ; 
 And lively to the wither'd glade 
 
 Is wak'ning Springs enamell'd brow ; 
 And rapt'rous to the weeping maid 
 
 Reviving Love's ecstatic vow ; 
 
 But when pale Sorrow's languid eye 
 
 With tears of crystal is bedew'd, 
 Tho' Friendship's smile betrays a sigh, 
 
 With sweeter charms it is endued. 
 And sweeter than the airy lay 
 
 Of freedom to the captive's ear; 
 And gayer than the dawning clay, 
 
 That dances to the eye of Care ; 
 
 And livelier than the the colour'd brow 
 
 Of Spring, that paints the wither'd glade; 
 And more enraptur'd than the vow 
 
 In Love's returning transports made. 
 Then where, O where's the drooping heart, 
 
 If, while the storms of anguish blow, 
 Fair Friendship from the tempest start, 
 
 And smile a rainbow on our woe ?
 
 120 
 
 ODES. 
 
 And whert' s the foot that faintly treads 
 
 Life's wide aM weary vale along, 
 If roses on its path sl^ spreads, 
 
 And warbles round her iVilling song ? 
 No such has heav'nly Virtue fouM 
 
 Within the precincts of her sway ; 
 Nor flying Fancy's airy round 
 
 Encircled in its magic way. 
 
 For where she shews her hallow'd form, 
 
 Eternal sunshine decks the sky ; 
 Peace calms to rest the turbid storm, 
 
 And Toil, and Grief, and Anguish die ! 
 Hope is not there, for all is giv'n 
 
 That Fancy's happiest thoughts reveal; 
 Bliss, such as blooms the flow'r of Heav'n; 
 
 And Rapture, such as angels feel ! 
 
 THE PROGRESS OF PAINTING. 
 
 "When Youth in Greece's polish'd groves 
 
 Was fav'rite of the laughing Loves, 
 
 The little Genii to surprise 
 
 He bade the glowing Pencil rise, 
 
 And form'd a faiiy sprite that kept 
 
 The sacred wonder while he slept; 
 
 Up sprung the urchin into air, 
 
 Polite, persuasive, free and fair;
 
 ODES. 121 
 
 Such manners got a name in haste, 
 And lovely Cupid call'd him Taste. 
 From him full oft in airy bow'r 
 They snatch'd the emblem of his pow'r, 
 And bade upon the canvas start 
 The tender passions of their heart ; 
 While lively Youth the wantons taught 
 Each fancy of the poet's thought, 
 And fairy visions flutter'd gay 
 Around the Eden where they lay. 
 
 Then first, 'tis said, in colours green, 
 The pictur'd landscape rose to view, 
 
 And distant mountains oft were seen 
 To dip in heav'n their foreheads blue ; 
 
 And trees their leafy honours bow'd, 
 And reeds were waving to the gale, 
 
 And runnels seem'd to prattle loud, 
 And shepherds pip'd along the vale. 
 
 There oft within the murmuring grove 
 The swain compos'd his am'rous lay; 
 
 There oft the virgin own'd her love, 
 And blush'd along her modest way.
 
 122 oES. 
 
 These scenes alone of rural rest 
 Youth was then divine in painting ; 
 A grander grief, a fiercer fainting 
 
 Than Love had shewn, his hand had ne'er display'd : 
 Thence stronger years were call'd by Art 
 
 To give her touch a deeper shade, 
 
 And teach the painter's toil a bolder part ; 
 And where they dash'd the pencil warm, 
 Historic Glory rais'd her awful form, 
 And War unsheath'd the sword, and pierc'd the bleed- 
 ing breast ! 
 
 The soul's exertion tir'd ; and lost to fame 
 
 Greece sunk her bleeding head ; 
 While the gay Laurel from her barren name 
 Planted in a Roman shade, 
 
 Where Painting's alter'd pencil laid, 
 Green flourish'd o'er the genial land, 
 Till Death and Darkness arm'd the Vandal's hand ; 
 Then around the wasted scene 
 War howling shook his gory mien, 
 And savage slaughter blew the blast of Woe ; 
 The Muse wept o'er her ruffled wing, 
 And sigh'd whene'er she sought to sing ; 
 Thalia kiss'd her laurel drooping low, 
 And dew'd with crystal tears the colours of her bow*. 
 
 * The Rainbow here attributed to the Muse of Painting, from its 
 numerous and splendid colours*.
 
 ODES. 123 
 
 From flaming Latium's desolated land 
 
 Italia's phoenix form arose ; 
 Upsprung the laurel to her gentler hand, 
 
 And Painting smil'd above her cloud of woes. 
 
 Then with a wild ecstatic heat 
 
 Reclin'd in Fancy's airy seat 
 
 The pencil met her Raphael's * eye ; 
 
 Gay Youth at length exulting view'd 
 His hands with stronger pow'rs endu'd, 
 
 And laugh'd along the sky. 
 
 But see ! before his sparkling sight 
 
 Fair forms of Joy, and panting Pleasures shine ; 
 
 Idalia darting from her Cyprian shrine, 
 Bursts her radiant veil of light ; 
 
 And piercing in his painted bow'r, 
 
 Bright her beams, and hot the hour, 
 
 In the convulsive raptures of her bowl 
 
 Drowns his transport-frenzied soul ! 
 
 * Raphael d'Urbino, born at Urbino in the States of the Church in 
 Italy, had arrived at such a height of excellence in painting, that in 
 the flower of his youth he was styled the Prince of Painters, and still 
 continues at the head of his profession. This great artist died at a 
 very early period of life, in consequence of a continual and unlimitod 
 round of intemperance and debauchery.
 
 124 ODES. 
 
 Heard ye Thalia's plaintive sighs ? 
 The warm excess has burst his boiling veins ? 
 
 The bloom of Beauty is no more, 
 But pallid Tremor reigns ! 
 
 On cheeks, that summer-purple wore, 
 The winter-lily lies ! 
 Ah ! yet life glimmers faint and fast ! 
 
 No more ! the gaudy gleam is past ; 
 
 And great Urbino dies ! 
 
 Alas ! where now, in what sweet shade 
 Wilt thou, thou rich-rob'd fair, be laid ? 
 
 Where paint again thy visions wild ? 
 Ah ! Where shall Youth's exulting eye 
 A pencil yet sublime descry ? 
 Where sad Thalia wipe away 
 The tears that cloud her festive day, 
 
 And weep her fav'rite child ? 
 Yet mourn no more ! see from the main 
 
 The Queen * of Isles arise ; 
 Old Triton wakes his echoing strain, 
 And from the grottos of the deep 
 The blue-eyed Naiads gaily peep : 
 Now in dashing frolic sporting 
 
 Swiftly thro' the waves they glide ; 
 Now the gentle waters courting - 
 Stretch them on their polish'd side, 
 
 * Britain.
 
 ODES. 125 
 
 And hark ! slow swelling on the western gale 
 The pomp of Music floats sublime along ; 
 The sons of Ocean raise the choral song, 
 And bid their British Goddess hail ! 
 
 Thalia catches comfort from her eyes, 
 And as hercolour'd pinions spread, 
 Waves high the laurel-wreath, and crowns her 
 sea-green head. 
 
 O Britain, in thy boasted isle 
 The favour'd Muses loveliest smile; 
 Whate'er with lyre sublimely strung- 
 Calliope exalted sung, 
 When Homer first the colleague shone 
 Of Majesty's empyreal throne, 
 Or Maro's eye with modest ray 
 On Pindus shot serener day ; 
 Whate'er the Muse of Painting taught 
 To give the eye the range of thought ; 
 Whate'er with steady hand she drew, 
 Or wildly dash'd for bolder view ; 
 When Zeuxis* o'er his pencil smii'd 
 To sec his critic eye beguil'd ; 
 
 * Zeuxis and Parrhasius, two rival Greek Painters, determined to de- 
 cide the superiority of the pencil, by submitting two of their works to a 
 public examination. They met accordingly ; when Zeuxis produced
 
 126* ODES. 
 
 Or from Apelles* with surprise 
 Greece saw a second Ammon rise ; 
 Whate'er Parnassus boasts her own, 
 Thy sons display around thy throne : 
 There Fancy in the sunshine flings 
 A thousand colours from her wings; 
 There Judgment's eye with ken profound 
 Surveys his philosophic round ; 
 And Wisdom with his star-crown'd head 
 Sees worlds unknown before him spread. 
 
 Yet ah ! when Barry's glowing eye 
 
 Shuts cold within the grave; 
 When Fancy's dreams her Fuseli fly, 
 
 Nor longer in his eagle sight 
 
 Reflecting ev'ry varied light 
 
 Iler gleaming visions wave ; 
 
 his piece, representing two men carrying a bunch of grapes, which the 
 bird, immediately flew to and pecked ; this fufficiently proved the nice 
 execution of the grapes ; but this was not the praise that Zeuxis wished ; 
 who candidly acknowledged that wa:it of manliness in the faces of the 
 bearers, which failed to hinder the near approach of the birds. He now 
 turned t;j Parrhasius, and desired him to remove the curtain, that his 
 picture might be examined : the curtain itself was the picture : when 
 this exclamation of submission and admiration burst from his astonished 
 rival: "Zeuxis has deceived birds, but Parrhasius has deceived Zeuxis 
 himself !" 
 
 * Apcl!es,'the Prince of Grecian Painters, and favourite of Alexander 
 the Great, whose picture none but himself was permitted to copy. Itis 
 reported that he executed so great a likeness of that Prince, that the 
 horse of the Monarch neighed on approaching it, supposing himself in 
 the presence of his master.
 
 ODES. 127 
 
 When Hist'ry weeps her dying West, 
 And tears her variegated vest 
 
 At ev'ry streaming tear ; 
 Ah ! who on sad Thalia's cheek 
 
 Recalls the faded bloom ; 
 Whose hands the drooping laurel seek, 
 
 That waves in silence dark and drear 
 Above the Muse's tomb ? 
 
 See o'er the fields of Glory gay 
 
 Yon youthful form arise 
 That from his hand diffuses day, 
 
 And darts along the skies ! 
 'Tis He !* But why the hurrying gleam 
 
 That marks his ardent way ? 
 Why streams yon wild disorder'd beam 
 
 With quick convulsive ray ? 
 Ah ! know'st thou not that sparkling bowl 
 
 In Pleasure's fatal arm ? 
 
 Hide, hirer, hide the fraudful charm! 
 Yet vain the pray'r ! See, where his trembling soul 
 With the wild rapture panting, dying, 
 Now on Hope's faint pinions flying, 
 
 * T, Kirk, one of the most animated and promising Painters this 
 country has produced, died like that Raphael he wa> so ski' uiiy urn. 
 tating in spirit and grandeur of design, a victim to licentiousness 3 <tid 
 was cut off in the flower of his youth, a few years since.
 
 128 ODES. 
 
 Now casting back on life's lost glitt'ring scene 
 
 Thedhnm'd and darkening eye, 
 Views pale and ghast its course beneath, 
 
 Cheer'd by no soft, no rural landscape green, 
 The realms that bound the vale of Death, 
 
 Gulph without depth, and cloud without a sky; 
 Glooms, where Fate is taught to frown, 
 Shades, that Fear and Horror crown ; 
 Where is felt a weight of Night, 
 And Blackness that can blast the sight! 
 Ah! would this tear could melt his woes away, 
 This sigh his spirit call, and bid it mix with day ! 
 Turn yet, ye Suns of Genius, turn, 
 With undiminish'd lustre burn ; 
 Turn yet from yon obscuring cloud, 
 Where Sorrow weaves her dropping shroud ; 
 
 And, o'er the fields of Glory borne 
 Beyond the reach of sullen night, 
 
 Dart from your eyes the wonted morn, 
 That gave our day delight ! 
 For see ! Where on Thalia's head 
 With rays of beaming grandeur spread, 
 
 Rich blooms again the laurel green ! 
 And low! slow moving o'er the radiant skies 
 
 With steadier step and of majestic mien, 
 
 He* comes, the Youth who charm'd a Britain's 
 
 eyes, 
 * R. K. Porter, the rising and mi-en admired painter of the Storm- 
 ing of Seringapatam,
 
 ODES. 129 
 
 When from his pencil Valour rose, 
 And, tow'ring high above his Eastern foes, 
 Wav'd his red standard o'er the daring scene. 
 
 O Painting, next in Fancy's heart, 
 
 To her sublime thy Sister Art, 
 
 Who taught her Shakespeare's breast to glow 
 
 With more than thou, a Goddess, know ; 
 
 Thou, warm Expression's rosiest child, 
 
 Whose blushful cheek has ever smil'd, 
 
 But when in some unwonted hour, 
 
 Pale Sorrow met thy pitying pow'r ; 
 
 Such time, as lost in mimic pain, 
 
 A tortur'd Saviour died again, 
 
 The while thy tyrant son* beneath 
 
 The bleeding model gasp'd in death ; 
 
 Pour, Goddess, on this tasteful age 
 
 Thy breathing soul's divinest rage, 
 
 Each beam that sparkles in thine eye, 
 
 Where rang'd the colour'd splendors lie, 
 
 Michael Angelo Buonarotti, who united in his person the differ- 
 ent arts of Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture, lived during the 
 revival of learning in Italy ; and, as master of the first profession, ranks 
 second in the list to the immortal Raphael. An anecdote, as cruel as 
 it was ungenerous, here alluded to, is related of this artist : That in 
 order to paint the agonies of Death with greater force in the face of a 
 crucified Saviour, he stabbed a man ac his feet, and copied the tortured 
 and frightful lineaments of his visage, as he lay expiring.
 
 ISO ODES. 
 
 The glowing thought, the mind of fire, 
 And all that Fancy's charms inspire ! 
 E'en, Virgin, to this breast impart 
 If not to feel, to love thine Art, 
 Delight to view each pictur'd tale, 
 Where Virtue and her sons prevail, 
 Where Taste has moral ends pursu'd, 
 And Genius teaches to be good. 
 Impart ; and each new wonder giv'n 
 Shall bid me hail thee " Lov'd of Heav'n !" 
 
 WANDLE'S WAVE. 
 
 1 ii e placid eve, the whisp'ring gale, 
 Bid musing Love and Peace prevail ; 
 And call the lonely swain to stray, 
 Where breezy Coolness fans the way. 
 How sweet to breathe thro' yonder grove 
 The pensive lay, the sighs of Love, 
 While streams in answ'ring murmurs lave 
 The peaceful banks of Wandle's Wave ! 
 
 Yet, ah ! the notes that Friendship taught, 
 Must soon awake a gloomier thought,
 
 ODES. 131 
 
 Since She will close those eyes of fire 
 That now the rural song inspire ; 
 The summer eve, the cooling grove 
 Hear then no more the sighs of LoVe ; 
 I go to dress Affection's grave ; 
 Adieu, the banks of Wandle's Wave !
 
 MYM JVS.
 
 135 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 TO THE OMNIPOTENT GOD. 
 r Ma t ^ Wmw 
 Deo Opt. Max. 
 
 Almighty King, who sit'st above, 
 Enthron'd with Majesty and Love, 
 
 Eternal arbiter of fate ; 
 Whether we name thee God of all, 
 Or Alia, Jove, or Mithra call, 
 
 Thou, thou alone art truly great! 
 
 Princes, the shadows of thy nod, 
 Live but to shew, how low to God 
 
 Is all the gaudy pride of earth : 
 Thy Kingdom comprehends all space; 
 Thy Crown, enrich'd with pearls of grace, 
 
 Is glorious as the Morning's birth! 
 
 If earth's an atom in thy sight, 
 Enwrapt in Folly's mazy night.
 
 136 HYMNS. 
 
 How low am I that on it dwell ! 
 Thy Brightness, not the sun can show ; 
 Thy Voice, not all the winds that blow, 
 
 Nor all the rolling thunders tell ! 
 
 The earthquake, and the tempest, both 
 Are but the bubbles of thy wrath, 
 
 When Vice appall'd shrinks at thy frown 
 But fearless Virtue's heav'nly form, 
 Sits, like an angel, mid the storm, 
 
 And smiling wreathes her olive crown. 
 
 Grasp the whole earth within thy hand, 
 Bid heav'n be nought at thy command. 
 
 Thou, only thou, be still the same ; 
 The void immense itself shall cry, 
 " Glory to thee, O God most High," 
 
 And ever " hallov/d be thv Name ! "
 
 4* 
 
 HYMNS. 137 
 
 HYMNS FOR THE SEASONS. 
 
 Quid prius dicam solitis Parentis 
 Laudibus ? Qui res hominum ac deorum 
 Qui mare, et terras, variis que inundum 
 Temperat horis. 
 
 Hor. Lib. I. Od. xii. v. 13. 
 
 SPEING. 
 
 o|OiOo - 
 
 Jnlow smiling wakes the verdant year 
 
 Array'd in velvet green ! 
 How glad the circling fields appear, 
 
 That bound the blooming scene ! 
 
 Forth walks from heav'n the beaming Spring, 
 
 Calm as the dew she sheds ; 
 And o'er the winter's mutt'ring king 
 
 Her veil of roses spreads. 
 
 The sky serene, the waking flow'rs, 
 
 The river's loosen'd wave, 
 Repay the kind and tepid Hours 
 
 With all the charms they gave. 
 
 T
 
 13S HYMNS. 
 
 And hark ! From yon melodious grove 
 The feather'd warblers break; 
 
 And into notes of joy and love 
 The solitude awake ! 
 
 And shall the first belov'd of Heav'n 
 
 Mute listen as they sing ? 
 Shall Man, to whom the lyre is giv'n, 
 
 Not wake one grateful string ? 
 
 O let me join th' aspiring lay, 
 That gives my Maker praise ; 
 
 Join, but in louder notes than they, 
 Than all their pleasures raise ! 
 
 From stormy Winter hoar and chill 
 Warm scenes of peace arise : 
 
 For ever thus from seeming ill 
 Heav'n every good supplies. 
 
 For see, 'tis mildness, beauty, all 
 Around the laughing whole ; 
 
 And Nature's verdant charms recall 
 The mildness of the soul.
 
 HYMNS. 139 
 
 O Thou, from whose all-gracious eye 
 
 The sun of splendour beams ; 
 Whose glories ev'ry ray supply, 
 
 That gilds the trembling streams; 
 
 O'er Nature's green and teeming fields 
 
 Bid flow'ry graces rise, 
 And ev'ry sweet Creation yields 
 
 Salute the morning skies. 
 
 Where yonder moves the plough of toil 
 
 Along the stubborn land, 
 O kindly lift the yielding soil, 
 
 And soothe the lab'ring hand. 
 
 Thence bid gay Fruitfulness around 
 
 Her blooming reign extend ; 
 And where thy richest gifts are found, 
 
 Tell who the heav'nly Friend. 
 
 As with her smiles, Life's weary vale 
 
 Is gentler trod below ; 
 With thine, the closing home we hail, 
 
 That shuts us in from Woe !
 
 140 HYMNS. 
 
 Till that celestial home is ours, 
 
 Let us its Lord implore, 
 Content may cheer our pilgrim hours, 
 
 And guide us to the door. 
 
 SUMMER. 
 
 i>$9S$Q< 
 
 Joright Summer beams along the sky, 
 And paints the glowing year ; 
 
 Where'er we turn the raptur'd eye, 
 Her splendid tints appear ! 
 
 Then when so fit to lift the song 
 
 To gratitude and Heav'n, 
 To whom her purple charms belong, 
 
 From whom those charms are giv'n ? 
 
 Thee, thee, Almighty King of kings, 
 
 Man worships not alone ; 
 Each budding flow'r its incense brings. 
 
 And wafts it to thy throne.
 
 HYMNS. 141 
 
 The fields with verdant mantle gay, 
 
 The grove's sequester'd walks, 
 All, all around, thy praise display, 
 
 And dumb Creation talks. 
 
 When Morn, with rosy fingers fair, 
 
 Her golden journey takes; 
 When fresh'ning Zephyrs fan the air, 
 
 And Animation wakes ; 
 
 Man starts from emblematic death, 
 
 And bends the grateful knee 
 To welcome with transported breath 
 
 New light, and life, and Thee ! 
 
 When Noon averts his radiant face, 
 
 And shuts his piercing eye ; 
 And Eve, with modest measur'd pace, 
 
 Steps up the western sky, 
 
 Repos'd beneath thy guardian wings 
 
 The pious mortal rests ; 
 Nor knows one watchful care that springs 
 
 Within unholy breasts.
 
 142 HYMNS. 
 
 What then, if pealing thunders roll, 
 
 If lightnings flash afar ! 
 Undaunted hears his sainted soul 
 
 The elemental war. 
 
 'Tis but to him a parent's voice, 
 
 That blesses while it blames ; 
 That bids unburden'd air rejoice, 
 
 And life and health proclaims. 
 
 Night's deepest gloom is but a calm, 
 That soothes the wearied mind ; 
 
 The labour'd day's restoring balm, 
 The comfort of mankind. 
 
 O thus may Heav'n and holy Peace 
 
 Smooth soft the rocks of age ; 
 Till Thou shalt bid Existence cease, 
 
 And tear its blotted page : 
 
 Till storms no more or tempests rage, 
 
 And Death's dark vale I see ; 
 That vale, which through the shadowy grave, 
 
 Bnt leads to Heav'n and Thee !
 
 HYMNS. 143 
 
 AUTUMN. 
 
 ii" 
 
 Jc air Autumn spreads her fields of gold, 
 
 And waves her amber wand ; 
 See earth its yellow charms unfold 
 
 Beneath her magic hand ! 
 
 Unrivall'd Beauty decks our vales, 
 Bright Fruitfulness our plains ; 
 
 Gay Health with Chearfulness prevails, 
 And smiling Glory reigns. 
 
 To Thee, great lib'ral Source of all, 
 We strike our earthly lyre ; 
 
 Till Fate our rising soul shall call, 
 And Angels form the choir. 
 
 The splendour that enchants our eyes, 
 
 Reminds us of thy fame ; 
 The blessings that from earth arise 
 
 Thy gen'rous hand proclaim.
 
 144 HYMNS. 
 
 The plenty round our meadows seen 
 
 Is emblem of thy love ; 
 And harmony that binds the scene, 
 
 The peace that reigns above. 
 
 Beneath the sickle, smiling round, 
 
 And in destruction fair, 
 The golden harvest strews the ground, 
 
 And shuts the labour'd year. 
 
 Man drops into refreshing rest, 
 And smooths his wearied brow ; 
 
 With rural peace the herds are blest, 
 And Nature smiles below ! 
 
 O let thy hand, parental King, 
 
 Be open to our pray'rs ! 
 Unlock sweet Plenty's lib'ral spring, 
 
 And show'r untainted airs. 
 
 And send me thro' life's noiseless way, 
 With Innocence my guide ; 
 
 Let no temptations bid me stray, 
 And leave her angel side !
 
 HYMNS. 145 
 
 O let the bird of tuneful breath, 
 The beast that frisks on earth, 
 
 The fish that sports the wave beneath, 
 Enjoy their short liv'd mirth ! 
 
 Let no rude instrument of Fate 
 Arrest the flutt'ring wing ; 
 
 No horns re-echo at my gate, 
 That smiles and slaughter bring ; 
 
 No quav'ring line, with tortur'd snare 
 
 In agonizing fraud, 
 Explore the streams, that flow so fair, 
 
 To tempt the wat'ry lord ! 
 
 That Mercy which to man is giv'n, 
 
 So sweet with dewy eyes, 
 O let it seek its native Heav'n, 
 
 When gentle Pity dies !
 
 H6 HYMNS. 
 
 WINTER. 
 
 .Mark ! 'twas dark Winter's sullen voice, 
 That told the glooms that reign'd ; 
 
 That bade the plains no more rejoice, 
 And all the waves be chain'd ! 
 
 And see green Autumn dies away ; 
 
 The pallid sire is come ! 
 The plains his shiv'ring rules obey, 
 
 And ev'ry wave is dumb ! 
 
 Yet still with cheerful heart I pace 
 
 The whiten'd vale below : 
 And smile at every printed trace 
 
 I leave upon the snow. 
 
 Thus (soft I whisper to my breast,) 
 Man treads life's weary waste ; 
 
 Each step that leads to better rest 
 Forgot as soon as past !
 
 HYMNS. 147 
 
 For what is life and all its bliss ? 
 
 The splendour of a fly ; 
 The breathing of the morning's kiss ; 
 
 A summer's flushing sky. 
 
 Dismantled lies the gaudy fly ; 
 
 Mora droops at Evening's frown ; 
 And Summer tho' so gay her eye, 
 
 Tempestuous terrors crown ! 
 
 Yes, Lord ; but shoots no gladd'ning day 
 
 Thro' this nocturnal scene ? 
 Decks not one gem of lively ray 
 
 Grief's darksome wave unseen ? 
 
 How sweet the evergreen beguiles 
 
 The gloom of yonder snow ! 
 Thus Virtue cheers, with endless smiles, 
 
 Life's wintry waste of Woe. 
 
 Howl then, ye storms ; ye tempests, beat 
 
 Round this unshrinking head ! 
 I know a sweet, a soft retreat 
 
 In Virtue's peaceful shed !
 
 148 HYMNS. 
 
 Drive down, ye hails? pour, snows and winds, 
 
 Pale terror where I stray ! 
 My foot a path, yet verdant finds 
 
 Where Virtue smooths the way ! 
 
 O Thou, by whose all-gracious hand 
 
 The cherub Mercy stands. 
 Smiling at each divine command, 
 
 With fondness o'er the lands ; 
 
 O let me ne'er with marble eye 
 
 Pale shiv'ring want reject, 
 Where mourns the long, the deep-drawn sigh, 
 
 The anguish of neglect ! 
 
 While lordly Pride and cushion'd Ease 
 
 Petition's tear despise ; 
 O let this hand the mourner raise, 
 
 And wipe her streaming eyes ! 
 
 When Death shall call me to my Lord, 
 
 To bow beneath his throne ; 
 His praise be the divine reward, 
 
 That charity has won.
 
 HYMNS. 149 
 
 There, where no wintry storms affright, 
 
 No tempests shake the pole ; 
 No gloomy shades of dreary night 
 
 Appall the waking soul ; 
 
 There, let me ever hymn, adore, 
 
 And love th' immortal King ; 
 Love, while dread Winter breaks no more 
 
 Th' eternity of Spring !
 
 THE 
 
 FAIL ACE OF PLEASURE % 
 
 AN 
 
 ALLEGORICAL POEM, 
 IN TWO CANTOS. 
 
 WRITTEN IN IMITATION OF 
 
 SPJEJVSJEM. 
 
 , -sector 
 
 Fior senza frutto. 
 
 Petrarch. 
 A flow'r, from whose contracted root 
 Ne'er blush'd to life the nectar'd fruit. 
 
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 12j (Joy <rtf BfofxjiV l/xoi yap au*c 
 'Ovhv zSr' rtKW 
 
 T&v3vai S^oXiya Slots-* 
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 Amid the Roses fierce Repentance tears 
 
 Her snaky crc^t '.....,... 
 
 Thomson.
 
 GLOSSARY 
 
 OF THE 
 
 OLD ENGLISH WORDS USED BY SPENSER, 
 And found in the following Poem. 
 
 OOlOiCoc 
 
 A NON forthwith, presently. 
 Askew aside. 
 Ay always. 
 
 Bale misery. 
 Benempt named. 
 Beseem seem 
 Besprent spr inkled . 
 
 Certes indeed, certainly. 
 Ckpe call. 
 
 Dax'd dazzled, prast of daze. 
 Deftly skilfully. 
 Dight clad, adorn'd. 
 Disspread spread. 
 
 Eath easy. 
 
 Ee eye. 
 
 Eftsoons soon afterward. 
 
 Eld Time. 
 
 En is often used at the end of a 
 word to lengthen the metre, as, 
 fledden, fled ; decayen, decay 5 
 and also to denote the participle ; 
 as, they were wrappen, they were 
 wrapped, &c. 
 
 Erst once, formerly. 
 
 Eyne eyes. 
 
 Foeman foe, enemy. 
 
 'Gan began, prat, of begin. 
 
 Higbt called, named. 
 
 Imp child, offspring. 
 
 Kemb comb ; prset. kempt. 
 
 Leman mistress, concubine. 
 List desire, choose. 
 
 Mickle much, great. 
 
 Moe more. 
 
 Mote might ; verb substant. 
 
 Natbless nevertheless. 
 Ne no, not, nor, neither. 
 
 Palmer pilgrim ; so called from a 
 bough of the palm-tree, which 
 those who made a pilgrimage to 
 the Holy Land carried in their 
 journey- 
 
 Plain lament, complain. 
 
 Pleasaunce pleasure. 
 
 Rabblement disorderly assemblage, 
 
 tumultuous mob. 
 Rife frequent, abundant. 
 
 Say a kind of silken cloth. 
 Sheen shine; prat, sheen'd 
 Sheening sh ining . 
 Shent punched 
 Sooth indeed, 
 Souvenance remembrance . 
 Stole stout, strong. 
 
 Tote taught. 
 
 Utvweeting ignorant, unknowing. 
 
 Wail 1 amen t ation . 
 Ween think, suppose, imagine. 
 Wexing growing, increasing, be- 
 coming. 
 Whiles while. 
 Wight man, person. 
 Wis think, suppose, imagine. 
 Won dwelling, house. 
 Wot, or nvote know, to be certain. 
 
 3^ is often used at the beginning 
 
 of a word to lengthen the metre ; 
 
 as, ystall, stall; yborn, born, 
 
 &c 
 Yclept called, named ; pra.-t. of 
 
 clepe. 
 Yfere together. 
 Ystall live, dwell.
 
 TO THE PUBLIC. 
 
 Yv HEN it is urged with respect to the pre- 
 sent English phraseology, that expressive, as 
 well as elegant language, can never be wanting 
 to the choice of an Author, upon whatever 
 subject his pen is employed, it will, without 
 doubt, be a sufficient apology for the simple 
 style and obsolete diction occasionally found 
 in the following Poem to premise, that custom 
 has long established the manner of Spenser as 
 a model for Allegorical Composition*. The 
 present imitation of the Verse of that immortal 
 Poet is accompanied with language that may 
 to some ears border upon the ludicrous ; this, 
 however, as an Annotator on Thomson some- 
 where observes, is necessary to bring it to 
 a greater degree of perfection ; and, in fact, it 
 
 * Vide West's Education, Thomson's Castle of Indolence. 
 Pope's Temple of Fame is the only exception to the general 
 rule the Author ever met with. 
 x
 
 154> TO THE PUBLIC. 
 
 not only renders the imitative stile more like 
 the original, but tends to add considerably to 
 that unstudied harmony and simplicity of na- 
 ture, which so attract and amuse the mind in 
 studying the Bard of Mulla's admirable effu- 
 sions. Where the allegory is wanting in the 
 survey of human life, the youth and inexperi- 
 ence of the Author will, it is hoped, be 
 brought to the recollection of the excusing 
 Reader ; and the moral, never to be too often 
 repeated, that is drawn from it, which endea- 
 vours to correct the vices of the age, by shew- 
 ing the frightful landscape that terminates the 
 alluring path of sinful Pleasure, supply the 
 defects of a Muse, who is entering into public 
 in her sixteenth year, bashful on her first exhi- 
 bition, and listening with trembling expecta- 
 tion, as she passes, to the shouts of disappro- 
 bation or applause that burst from the sur- 
 rounding multitude. 
 
 J. H. L. HUNT.
 
 THE 
 
 P*AJL*ACE OF PLEASURE* 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 The Palace hight of Pleasure fair, 
 And all its sheen delight, 
 Where rapture of deceitful lure 
 Enchants the mortal wight. 
 
 - = eee# 
 
 i. 
 
 Certes it is, and Saints have whilom said, 
 
 That worldly Pleasure is but worldly Woe, 
 
 In the hot bosom of the Passions bred, 
 
 Cradled by Tempests that ay rage and blow, 
 
 And taught ne virtue, ne advice to know : 
 
 Then comes a sickly sunshine deadly warm, 
 
 Shedding a gilded pestilence below ; 
 
 Within his beam fast fades the wasting form, 
 
 Till night and cloud succeed, and turbulence and storm.
 
 156 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 II. 
 
 There is ywashed by the murm'ring main, 
 A Fairy land, yclept Temptation's Isle, 
 So fair, it seem'd as Eden there had lain, 
 Such sweet Enchantment o'er the coast doth smile ! 
 And ah ! poor mortal wight it doth beguile 
 With waving trees that deck the shores around, 
 Which to the sight ne things unclean defile, 
 And velvet fields that glitter o'er the ground, 
 And purling streams, and groves with tufted verdure 
 crown'd. 
 
 in. 
 The circling sea, that glistens round the coast, 
 Doth all beseem of crystal glass, I ween, 
 Whose oily wave ne ship hath ever tost, 
 Ne stormy death defil'd its waters sheen ; 
 But all around is gentle smoothness green, 
 And tint caerulean on the ocean dy'd ; 
 And whisp'ring breezes fan the luring scene : 
 For ne rude winds do rouse the sleeping tide, 
 Ne blust'ring blasts deform'd, with tempest at their side, 
 
 iv. 
 
 And on the air are dulcet chantings heard, 
 That trip to sound of soul-delighting lyre ; 
 Yet ne in all their songs one mournful word, 
 Ne plaintive strain that musing mote inspire.
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 15? 
 
 But lively notes which gaiety yfire, 
 Such as that noble harper, Orpheus hight, 
 Did sing to brutes, who wonder'd at the wire, 
 And with uncouth rejoicing would delight 
 To dance along the woods, in rugged liv'ry dight. 
 
 And right aloud the joyous birds did sing, 
 
 With melody confus'd that fill'd the sky : 
 
 The soaring lark, with tawny-dappled wing, 
 
 And humbler linnet with his gentle eye, 
 
 And gorgeous finch, with breast of golden dye ; 
 
 Ne fear'd the bright canary there to dwell, 
 
 Ne chatt'ring thrush that peeps with glancing sly ; 
 
 But ne sad nightingale mourn' d o'er the dell, 
 
 Ne owl with flapping wings shrieking the notes of Hell. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Eke the bright Sun, as though he had stood still, 
 
 Sheen'd o'er the beauteous land each rolling day ; 
 
 And ting'd with gold the top of ev'ry hill, 
 
 And in each vale with bumish'd splendour lay ; 
 
 So that Dame Nature did for aye look gay : 
 
 For though dark night ycame with visage stern, 
 
 Yet then would Art his copied flame display, 
 
 And on each tree a hundred lamps yburn, 
 
 Which did new day relume, and gloom to radiance turn.
 
 155 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 VII. 
 
 With eyne fast fixing on this lovely sight, 
 
 And fill'd with wonder at th' enchanting scene, 
 
 Upon the adverse strand a valiant knight 
 
 Stood wrapt in thought ; his still and eager mien 
 
 Betray 'd how much the land, so sweet and green, 
 
 In vernal beauty all delightful dress'd, 
 
 Charm'd his enraptur'd soul : for, well I ween, 
 
 He wish'd upon the goodly shore to rest, 
 
 Yet saw ne look'd-for boat to ease his longing breast. 
 
 V11I. 
 
 Sudden sweet sounds of mellow symphony, 
 In tender undulations swell'd on air , 
 New splendour seem'd to flush the glowing sky, 
 And Nature rise with visage doubly fair : 
 Soft whisp'ring breezes breathing gently near : 
 Dropping rich perfume from each fanning wing, 
 Brought the smooth numbers to his raptur'd ear ; 
 While Summer, putting on the robe of Spring, 
 'Gan from his radiant lap the verdant flow'rets fling. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Anon a silver cloud roll'd fair along ; 
 When lo ! quick op'ning on the beaming day, 
 It rent its swelling side ; and, with a song 
 Bursting in melody confus'd and gay,
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 159 
 
 A tribe of airy sylphs in wanton play, 
 Broke forth, and forming sportive dance divine, 
 Around the admiring knight, in sunny ray 
 Chanted sweet hymns to Bacchus god of wine, 
 And Her, round whose fair brow the graceful myrtles 
 twine. 
 
 x. 
 
 Now here, now there their colour'd wings they threw 
 With many a mirthful movement twirling round ; 
 And zones they carried of the rainbow's hue 
 With golden buckles splendidly ybound, 
 Which they unloos'd and droppen on the ground, 
 That Sport might be all easy, brisk and light : 
 For none among them mournful was there found, 
 That Merriment and Joy could ne delight : [bright. 
 But laugh'd the wantons loud, and wav'd their pinions 
 
 XI. 
 
 Sudden they snatch'd Sir Guyon up on high, 
 
 Unweeting whether good or harm would be. 
 
 While drowsy sleep came heavy on his eye, 
 
 And all forgotton was their laughing glee : 
 
 The verdant lawn, smooth meadow, and green tree, 
 
 And cloud, and sylphs quick faded from his thought, 
 
 And sportive dance ne longer could he see! 
 
 Music ne moe sweet harmony ybrought, 
 
 Ne sea, ne isle, ne skies his eyne enchanted sought.
 
 160 PALACE OF PLEASURE- 
 
 XIT. 
 
 Soft on the dewy grass that fring'd the isle 
 
 The lovely spirits laid their sleepy load ; 
 
 Nor waken'd he, till Morn again 'gan smile, 
 
 And murm'ring Ocean round her mantle flow'd ; 
 
 When to his couch of green as soft she trod, 
 
 A beauteous virgin rous'd the wond'ring knight 
 
 With flowing hair tied up with pearly node, 
 
 Who at her side, with gather' d flow' rets dight, 
 
 Bore keys of glitt'ring gold, with frequent using bright. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 i 
 In her fair hand a bag full rich she held, 
 
 With curious coins and antique monies stor'd; 
 
 Some with stamp eaten by devouring Eld, 
 
 And some that many a learn'd device afford 
 
 Of emp'ror noble, or Cesarean lord : 
 
 And on her painted vestment could be seen 
 
 Grim Runic rhymes that wars and blood applaud, 
 
 And letters obsolete and flow'rs all green, 
 
 And animal, and insect, copied well, I ween, 
 
 xiv. 
 
 And her behind, with winning beauty mov'd 
 A virgin figure, crown'd with garlands fair, 
 And myrtles green, by Cytherea lov'd, 
 And many a jewel weav'd among her hair,
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 161 
 
 And diamonds gay, and precious pebble rare ; 
 
 One hand a burning heart did trembling hold 
 
 Ypierc'd with dart and flaming to the air, 
 
 And fetter'd all around with links of gold, 
 
 With purple drops besprent, and never wexing cold. 
 
 xv. 
 Her other hand a glitt'ring goblet rais'd, 
 With mantling wine delicious to the taste 
 Ysparkling fair, that with red splendour blaz'd, 
 And all around a mickle brightness cast ; 
 And on its side were carved forms ne chaste 
 Of frisking Wantonness, and loving Dames, 
 And dancing Satyrs ne'er in sport the last, 
 And lovely Nymphs that nourish'd Cupid's flames, 
 And many else, I wote, of less renowned names. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Then thus the first fair form ; " Thrice blest Sir Knight, 
 
 " Brought to this soil of health, and ease, and peace, 
 
 " Brought to this soil of splendour and delight. 
 
 " Where joys ay dwell, ay transport and increase, 
 
 " Where glad Eternity can never cease, 
 
 " The Tree of Life awaits your hand, be wise ; 
 
 : - Pluck ; feast with Heav'n : Pleasure with joyous face 
 
 " Bade me conduct to her desiring eyes [despise, 
 
 " The knight she loves ; her love the bold can ne'er 
 
 Y
 
 162 PALACK Ol- PLEASURE. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 " Me Curiosity men wrongly clepe ; 
 
 " In Fairy-land ay liigher name I bore, 
 
 " And hight Inquiry ; the great key I keep 
 
 " Of sage Philosophy's celestial store ; 
 
 " This hand can ope gay Nature's hidden door, 
 
 " And give to youth the knowledge of old age : 
 
 " Come, follow me : let Love proceed before ; 
 
 " Her cup will soon be thine, and Life's dark page 
 
 " Be fill'd with light and life : O follow, and be sage." 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 She said ; the knight quick turn'd him and beheld 
 
 Before his eyes all ravish'd with delight, 
 
 A stately house with marble dome, that swell'd 
 
 Its polish'd beauties on the wond'ring sight ; 
 
 The fabric's self with solid gold was bright, 
 
 On diamond pillars splendidly ylaid ; 
 
 And pearly chimnies ever gay and white 
 
 The beamy day with perfumes rich repaid, 
 
 While raptur'd Zephyr ay his balmy pinions play'd. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 On a smooth lawn with verdure ever green, 
 The beauteous structure caught the meeting eye ; 
 Ne valley low withheld the glitt'ring scene, 
 Ne tufted grove where Hamadryad shy
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 163 
 
 Ne'er suffers Phoebus in her bow'rs to lie ; 
 While luring pilgrim wight to stop his way, 
 Lay scatter'd round sweet flow'rs of various dye ; 
 Pink in a thousand liv'ries richly gay. 
 Red rose, and lily fair, that decks the breast of May. 
 
 xx. 
 
 Here on the grassy meadow mote be seen 
 
 Gay troops of maids and youths in purple dight 
 
 Dancing in jollity along the green, 
 
 While pipe enliv'ning heighten'd the delight, 
 
 Responsive as the feet glanc'd on the sight, 
 
 Twinkling in gay disorder : there beyond, 
 
 Calm in the peaceful vale the lovesick wight 
 
 Strech'd out reposing on the verdant ground, [wound ! 
 
 Dreamt of the darts of Love, and ah ! how sweet they 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Anon soft, tender voices breath' d on air, 
 
 " Come, valiant knight; come, valiant, blest, and wise; 
 
 " Come, Heav'ns beatitude yborn to share, 
 
 " And learn to live, ne joy divine despise! 
 
 " Without what glories strike thy ravish'd eyes ; 
 
 " O come, and see what glories shine within ! 
 
 " Come ; see where Pleasure waits to give the prize 
 
 " Due to the charms her heav'nly Love that win ! 
 
 i( Enter ; to come is bliss, to stay despair and sin !"
 
 164 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 The wond'ring knight, along whose breast, I ween, 
 Ystole suspicions soul of magic snare, 
 Snatch'd at his sword ; but this some sprite unseen 
 Had borne away ; a pearly girdle fair 
 Supplied its dreadful place ; and from his hair, 
 Where once pale Terror wav'd the nodding crest, 
 Plumes that the gaudy peacock boasts to wear, 
 Hung quiv'ring to the air ; while o'er his breast 
 Soft flowing purple fell in folds that pictur'd rest. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Again the call melodious breath'd on high, 
 
 Thrilling the raptur'd soul ; the yielding knight 
 
 Shot on the palace door his ardent eye, 
 
 When sudden floated from the realms of light 
 
 Sounds, that beseem'd the touches of Delight, 
 
 The diapason of an Angel's lyre ; 
 
 And slowly gliding backwards from the sight, 
 
 The portals wide 'gan to the sound retire, 
 
 And splendours bursten forth, and bright empyreal fire ! 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 High on a glorious couch which far outshone 
 The pomp of kingly pow'r and royal shew, 
 The gorgeous cushion, or the glitt'ring throne, 
 Or all the wealth earth proudly boasts below,
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 165 
 
 The Fairy Pleasure, with refulgent brow, 
 Reclin'd her dazzling form : one day of light 
 Circled her beaming head, and Beauty's glow 
 Spread o'er her lovely cheek its crimson bright 
 While ev'ry luring look shot transport and delight ! 
 
 One hand ybore a casket large and gay, 
 
 In which bright jewel, diamond, pearl all fair, 
 
 And costly gem in rich confusion lay ; 
 
 And od'rous frankincense, and spikenard rare, 
 
 And sweetmeat, dainty and delicious fare, 
 
 And lady's toy ne useful and ne stout ; 
 
 Yet, as unweeting how they valued were, 
 
 She scatter'd them her splendid seat about, 
 
 Till all the precious treasure nigh had droppen out. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Her other hand upheld a glitt'ring chain 
 
 Of golden links yform'd, and made below 
 
 A vast ronnd globe unmoving to sustain, 
 
 On which a fairy tribe of stature low 
 
 And tender form tripp'd lightly to and fro, 
 
 "Waving their wings whene'er her smile they spy ; 
 
 Yet weak, I wote, and weary would they grow, 
 
 By long exertion, and to nothing die, 
 
 When quick another band upstarted to the eye.
 
 tOO PALACE OF PLEASURE, 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 Ana on her breast a mimic Sun y shone, 
 
 That dazzled bright the cyne of mortal men ; 
 
 Till more familar with her they had grown, 
 
 And much its lustre would decay en then : 
 
 For, when o*nce gone, it ne ysheen'd again : 
 
 And her soft feet in down ywrappen were. 
 
 Made of the feath'ry wing of tender wren, 
 
 Which serv'd, I ween, for gentle buskin fair, 
 
 When she would rise sometime, tho' rising was full rare. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 In her sweet eyes Love, crown'd with melting rays, 
 
 Sat like a soft enchanter, binding all 
 
 The fetter'd soul in rapture and amaze, 
 
 Who by his luring magic doth recall 
 
 The sadden' d wights of this terrestrial ball 
 
 To festive merriment, and joy with smiles 
 
 Dimpled beneath her lips, and did ystall 
 
 Within their ruby poutings, who beguiles 
 
 The tearful cares of man with his endearing wiles. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 And all around her flow'rs of various hue, 
 And garlands green, and od'rous perfumes spread, 
 For winged boys did ay profusely strew 
 With ev'ry sweet of earth her downy bed ;
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 167 
 
 And gay they sported o'er her lovely head, 
 
 And some with tender fans, that were ymade 
 
 Of wing of butterfly, the breezes led 
 
 To pay her charms obedience, and yplay'd 
 
 In airy circles round the couch where she was laid. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Behind her, warbling with delicious note, 
 Mild flutes and golden lyres breath'd soft delight. 
 And Harmony her gentle round did float, 
 And Melody with melting voice invite; 
 While fays, high seated upon thrones of light. 
 Sung sweet enchanting words to ev'ry sound : 
 So that ne mind, ne smell, ne ear, ne sight, 
 Could wanten ought of pleasures that abound. 
 So rife was ev'ry joy that mortals love yfound. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 Midst all this mingled world of harmony, 
 
 Up downy steps of pillows soft ymade 
 
 The knight with hurrying foot ascended high, 
 
 Where Grace and Beauty were in radiance laid, 
 
 To pleasure's glitt'ring couch ; the music play'd 
 
 To livelier notes along his raptur'd soul ; 
 
 While by her side the dame alluring babe, 
 
 The alter'd warrior rest; ne blush ystole 
 
 O'er his gay cheek, ne'gan the tear repentant roll.
 
 168 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Anon their crowden round their wond'ring guest 
 
 Gay winged nymphs in colour'd robes array'd ; 
 
 This hung a sparkling jew el on his breast, 
 
 Or round his neck the circling garland laid, 
 
 With many a pearly bead and jewell'd braid ; 
 
 That scatter'd perfume o'er his purple dress, 
 
 Or dropp'd the liquid odours on his head ; 
 
 These with fair arms his easy feet caress, 
 
 Or kemb his waving locks, that wreaths of roses press. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 First Delicacy soft with languid eye 
 Swam smooth along ; while o'er her lily cheek, 
 A veil of shadowing silk flow'd carelsssly 
 Sweeping her snowy bosom : for the shriek 
 Of fearful woe, if once the sun-beam seek 
 Her face unveil'd, burst piercing on the air 
 From her averted lips ; and mild and meek 
 The buzzing fly brought grief and wild'ring fear. 
 If once her ears he bore his drowsy piping near. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 Then Flatt'ry with her dimpled cheek approach'd 
 Low bending down her face that secret smil'd, 
 And slow came on, as if she had encroach'd 
 Upon his time, and all the way beguil'd
 
 palace of pleasure. 169 
 
 With scatter'd incense, tho' ne thing defil'd 
 Her scented progress ; then within his ear 
 She pour'd exalting words and praises wild, 
 Tho' ne, I wis, one did her bosom bear, 
 But all were form'd without of bubble and of air, 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 Next Gaudiness her colour'd mantle spread 
 
 Upon the dazzled sight with spangles bright 
 
 Of solar lustre : on her sparkling head 
 
 Mov'd a gay butterfly all richly dight 
 
 With ev'ry colour of the bow of light, 
 
 Whose wide dispread and tender wings ymade 
 
 A fluttering crown : while from an unseen height 
 
 Profusion scatter'd on the glitt'ring bed 
 
 Green em'rald, sapphire blue, and ruby's glowing red. 
 
 xxxvi. 
 And last came sporting gaily on the air 
 Young Wantonness, with red and fiery eyne, 
 Nathless in which some tender glances were ; 
 And with arch look her head she did incline, 
 And round her temples ivy leaves entwine, 
 Whiles in one hand she bore a figure small, 
 Copied from that which still and ay will shine, 
 Beauty's resplendent model, and of all 
 High Admiration claims, the wonder of the ball.
 
 170 PALACE OF PLEASURE* 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 Her other hand a globe of splendour bare 
 Pierc'd round with holes, from which there did arise, 
 With od'rous perfume scenting all the air, 
 Enraptur'd whispers, and love-breathing sighs, 
 And vows of constancy, and tender cries, 
 And now loud laughs that merriment denote 
 And fill with echoing joy the smiling skies, 
 And voices now of men right loud and stote, 
 And now of females soft and gentle maids, I wote. 
 
 xxxvm. 
 
 Sudden the goddess took an iv'ry wand, 
 
 Which thrice she wav'd on high as chalking round 
 
 Some airy circle with her magic hand, 
 
 Then droppen it as quickly on the ground ; 
 
 When lo, Sir Guyon's eyne the portals found, 
 
 Whence came th' inferior deities who sway'd 
 
 O'er Pleasure's gay domain, while gentler sound 
 
 Of tender lutes a melting concord made, [glade. 
 
 That seem'd to breathe without from some enchanted 
 
 XXX IX. 
 
 First on a crawling sloth ymounted went 
 Dull Indolence, with cheek of pallid hue, 
 And lazy head on heavy bosom bent, 
 And half-shut eyne that squinted all askew ;
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE, 171 
 
 His jaw-bone eke unto his shoulder grew, 
 
 That never manlier was ylifted high ; 
 
 And wrapp'd he was in garments ne so few ; 
 
 For downy vestments hid each moveless thigh, 
 
 That from his temples hung, and shrowden o'er his eye. 
 
 XL. 
 
 And in one hand a bitter bowl he held, 
 
 Fill'd with the turbid stream of Lethe drear, 
 
 Whose mould'ring sides were gnawn away by Eld ; 
 
 For ne about it did he taken care : 
 
 And in the other he did faintly bear 
 
 A bunch of poppies, which by bards are said 
 
 To grow where Somnus' darkling mansions are ; 
 
 And eke with these he beat his drowsy head, 
 
 And totter'd on his way, and seem'd to wish for bed. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 And next to him stretch'd sluggishly along, 
 
 In velvet couch on bloated genii rais'd, 
 
 Went gorgeous Luxury, with dance and song, 
 
 And dainty meats attended; while he blaz'd 
 
 With pearls and gold that shrinking vision daz'd ; 
 
 And all the way he eaten some of food, 
 
 Or with his mutt'ring lips the liquor prais'd ; 
 
 And seem'd to think that nought beside was good 
 
 But Gluttony and Wealth, whose blessings he had woo'd.
 
 172 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XLII. 
 
 And after him a lovely female form 
 
 Tripp'd blithe along her soul-enliv'ning way, 
 
 Ycleped Beaut}'; Health in blushes warm, 
 
 And thousand charms her glowing cheeks array ; 
 
 Her eyne with Love's resistless glances play : 
 
 While in one hand a sweet Narcissus flow'r 
 
 She carried soft with lily colour gay, 
 
 Benempt from that bright youth, who in sad hour 
 
 Pin'd for his own fair face, while Echo's had ne pow'r. 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 A youth enchain'd adorn'd her other hand, 
 
 Certes he was a lovely little boy : 
 
 His eyne were hidden by a silken band, 
 
 Which nathless did his beauty ne destroy ; 
 
 And o'er his shoulder, ah ! destructive toy ! 
 
 A golden quiver stock'd with darts he bore, 
 
 With which unguarded hearts he doth annoy ; 
 
 For tho' so small, yet can he wound en sore, 
 
 And bid the mournful breast be glad and gay ne more. 
 
 XL1V. 
 
 And little winged imps around her head 
 Frisk'd on the air ; some carried torches sheen, 
 Which double lustre o'er the day did spread, 
 As tho' the sun had wanting splendour been ;
 
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 And some bore pierc'd and bleeding hearts, I ween, 
 
 Which others aimed at in cruel sport 
 
 With poison 'd darts, and seemed full of spleen ; 
 
 Tho' in their face they look'd of joyous sort, 
 
 And whirlen up and down, as fairy had them taught. 
 
 XLV. 
 
 At each gay step she took her path along, 
 Soft virgins scatter'd Maira's flow'rets fair, 
 And other sweets that to her reign belong, 
 And all Pomona's juicy dainties rare, 
 The beauteous ornaments of Summer's wear ; 
 And at her feet blaz'd crowns of glorious hue, 
 That fill'd with splendour all the sheening air, 
 Which kings and caesars ay before her threw : 
 To such a peerless maid is royal service due. 
 
 XLV I. 
 
 And her behind danc'd frolicsome Desire, 
 With ivy crown'd in myrtle green entwin'd ; 
 Her rolling eyne did mirth and love inspire, 
 And fill'd with ardent hope the youthful mind ; 
 And with delightful garland did she bind 
 The bending horns of a hot-blooded goat, 
 Which wanton'd wild and joyously behind, 
 And sometimes rollen on his rugged coat, 
 AH sly with leering look, which she had him ytotc.
 
 174 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 And eke within her bosom there was lain 
 
 A secret fire, which ne did hurt the heart ; 
 
 But all ythrillen with a pleasant pain, 
 
 That in its pleasaunce did forget its smart ; 
 
 And ne'er from its fair won would it depart, 
 
 But gain'd fresh fuel from each am'rous thought ; 
 
 And round her did from unseen stations start 
 
 Disporting satyrs, merriment that taught, 
 
 And with their frisking ways the lips to laughter brought. 
 
 XLVIII. 
 
 And after her came soul-enliv'ning Joy, 
 With ivy thyrsus in her waving hand, 
 Which, if well water'd, Eld can ne destroy ; 
 And gay she flourished high this verdant wand, 
 Which (minstrels sing) the noisy dancing band 
 Of drunken satyrs mix'd with maidens fair 
 Carried, as Liber's jovial laws command, 
 With curling serpents twin'd within their hair, 
 With shouts of triumph mad filling the sounding air. 
 
 XL1X. 
 
 Sooth loud she laughen all the way she went, 
 And tripp'd and turned on her wanton heel ; 
 For all her soul to merriment was bent, 
 Ne did one dismal thought her bosom feel,
 
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 jtfe in her heart had pain once thrust his steel ; 
 
 And on Desire ay fixen was her view, 
 
 Eyne that did Rapture's swimming rays reveal, 
 
 And were, I wote, of sweet celestial blue : 
 
 Right blithsome danc'd she on, the merriest of the crew. 
 
 L. 
 
 And her behind, a most delightful train, 
 
 With joyous step tripp'd cheerfully along, 
 
 Of lovely crowned boys, who seem'd to reign 
 
 O'er all the actions of the sportive throng ; 
 
 And regulated they each merry song, 
 
 Beating the sprightly time with iv'ry wand 
 
 On golden globes upheld by silken thong : 
 
 Soft stole the measur'd tinkling from their hand, 
 
 Soothing with even sounds symphonious, clear, and bland. 
 
 LT. 
 
 And after them flew youthful genii high, 
 
 Cloth'd all in airy robes of streaming light ; 
 
 Stars seem'd to glitter in each sparkling eye, 
 
 So bright and piercing was their eagle sight : 
 
 And on his head each one bore, large and bright, 
 
 A glorious sun that flamed forth to view, 
 
 Like some tall spire to traveling weary wight, 
 
 That glistens in the sky serene and blue, 
 
 From wish'd-for village church to souvenance ne new.
 
 176 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 LII. 
 
 And in their hands sweet instruments they bore 
 Of heav'nly music rapt'rous to the ear; 
 But ne fierce trumpet which do grieven sore 
 The widow'd dame, and give her quaking fear ; 
 Sounds that to warrior bold is pleasaunce dear ; 
 Ne harsh resounding drums that call to war, 
 And rouse the sleeping ire of battle drear, 
 Ne sounding clarions that the foemen draw, 
 To mortal fight, I ween, ne know soft Pity's law. 
 
 LIU. 
 
 But breath'd they, well I wis, the blander sound 
 Of other numberless soft notes yplay'd 
 To gentle water-falls that dash'd around 
 A murm'ring melody, and concord made, 
 With sweeter skill than Nature e'er display'd ; 
 Some holden shepherd pipes of rural charm, 
 That float so tender thro' the bower'd glade ; 
 And some mild lutes that Anger's rage disarm, 
 And sound ne furious fight, ne bellow rude alarm. 
 
 LTV. 
 
 And some thro' mellow horn delightful pour'd 
 Their quiv'ring breath, as if along the wood 
 Chaste Dian with her nymphs the steps explor'd 
 Of savage boar, that wets his tusks with blood,
 
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 Or wily fox, sad foe to chicken brood ; 
 
 And some deliriously the flute inspir'd, 
 
 That warbles to the cascade's tumbling flood ; 
 
 While others by Dan Phoebus' spirit fir'd, 
 
 Their voice attemp'red sweet, of melody ne'er tir'd* 
 
 LV. 
 
 And last to close the fine majestic sight, 
 A lovely chorus, crown'd with laurel green, 
 Of beauteous girls, in flowing purple dight, 
 Chaunted transporting hymns of joy; I ween, 
 Exalting the gay palace and its queen, 
 And all the way dispredden they her praise, 
 Like those fair boys at Grecian worship seen, 
 That did in songs their heroes' glories raise, 
 And all their noble deeds and valiant actions blaze* 
 
 LVI. 
 
 Now pass'd along this glitt'ring rabblement, 
 And circled thrice the palace till they drew 
 In trained majesty, to where intent 
 Upon the shew with fix'd and wond'ring view 
 The knight still nourish'd admiration new ; 
 Then on their knees before their dame on high,. 
 Who satten by his side, themselves they threw ; 
 When thus, arising with most lovely eye, 
 She wav'd her lily hand, and spoken gracefully. 
 
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 LVII. 
 
 " What are the joys that mortals can bestow ? 
 
 " Pleasures as soon as they arise that fly, 
 
 '* The fading sweetness of the flow'rs that blow, 
 
 " The passing splendour of a summer's sky : 
 
 " With my delights can such rejoicing vie ? 
 
 " Short perfume give the roses gay and red, 
 
 " For in a day they droop, they fade, they die ; 
 
 " But see Arabia from her scented head 
 
 " With endless odours rich the flow'ry landscape spread* 
 
 LVII I. 
 
 " Such are the charms that real joy can boast, 
 
 '* That joy which only dwells where I reside ; 
 
 " That joy which only loves this beauteous coast, 
 
 " And vows with me for ever to abide. 
 
 " Each sweet of Heav'n is waiting at my side ; 
 
 " With me the day with clouds is ne'er o'er-cast ; 
 
 " O'er placid Night the stars for ever ride ; 
 
 " With me gay Fancy is herself surpass'd, 
 
 " And bliss, consummate bliss, by mortals gain'd at last. 
 
 LIX. 
 
 " The rapt'rous cup I offer to mankind, 
 " Nobles and monarchs have rejoic'd to share ; 
 " Heroes have erst upon this breast reclin'd, 
 Ne gods themselves disdain'd to call me fair;
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 179 
 
 " Chains were mine eyne, and fetters was my hair. 
 
 " Do mortals then presume to call me vile, 
 
 " To say my palace is the den of care ; 
 
 " To say that serpents in my dimples smile, 
 
 " And fatal venom black, and wretchedness, and guile ? 
 
 LX. 
 
 " This precious casket that adorns my hand, 
 " The gods above yform'd for my delight; 
 " Fair Venus brought it me by their command, 
 " And gave the prize with ev'ry beauty dight : 
 " Cupid, the beauteous boy, was in affright, 
 " Lest I should spoil his quiver of its store ; 
 " For all bow'd low before my piercing sight, 
 " Ne thought of him the blinded urchin more, 
 " Ne sought his altars lorn, ne did the god adore. 
 
 LXI. 
 
 " In this my house no raging passions storm, 
 " Anger, ne envy, ne revengeful hate ; 
 " Ne sullen woes the gay abode deform ; 
 " Ne harsh decrees of life-destroying fate ; 
 " Eternal sunshine beams before my gate; 
 " The tender pleasures round me ever dance, 
 " Society, ne serious and sedate, 
 
 " Soft Friendship, fam'd to smooth the rocks of chance, 
 " And Love, that doth the soul in rapt'rous dreams en- 
 trance.
 
 180 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 LXII. 
 
 " Here, if the fainting palmer seek repose, 
 
 " Pillows of down await bis weary head, 
 
 " Sleep with smooth hand his heavy eyne to close, 
 
 " Music divine to warble round his bed, 
 
 " And the rich feast with mantling goblets spread : 
 
 " Here trip the Cyprian nymphs ay blithe and gay, 
 
 " Tempting with ruby lips, and cheeks as red ; 
 
 " Here the light Loves and wanton Zephyrs play, 
 
 " And spring for ever smiles, for ever gems the day ! 
 
 LXII1. 
 
 " Come then, ye travelers in the vale of life, 
 " Ye, whose sad cheeks are wet with falling tears, 
 " Ye, who have battled in the scenes of strife, 
 " And ye who tremble with appalling fears ; 
 " Here drop your burdens, here lay up your cares : 
 " Here without foolish labour shall ye find 
 " Riches, and Peace, that ay smooth forehead wears, 
 " And pleasures never to be left behind ; 
 " Come then, ye mortals, come ; come, O ye wise 
 mankind !" 
 
 LXIV. 
 
 Mild as the whispers of enraptur'd Love, 
 Fell the soft music of her magic tongue ! 
 Dew ne'er dropp'd softer from the skies above, 
 Nor on the hive a sweeter nectar hung !
 
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 Persuasion never had so deftly sung : 
 For, when she ended her melodious speech, 
 A still enchantment pour'd the train among : 
 Rapture did chain applause from futile reach, 
 And silence, swaying all, unutter'd praises teach ! 
 
 LXV. 
 
 Sir Guyon lay entranc'd upon his bed, 
 
 At the harmonious voice that caught his ear, 
 
 Till with a soft caress she rais'd his head, 
 
 And to her side with mildness brought him near, 
 
 Bidding him ne her dazzling splendour fear ; 
 
 And with sweet words, she did the knight allure, 
 
 With dainty speeches, and embraces dear, 
 
 So that ne chastity he would endure, 
 
 Put called her his own, himself her paramour ! 
 
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 CANTO II. 
 
 The horrors and tremendous scenes, 
 Which sad SirGuyon shent ; 
 Till from above Religion fair 
 Brought Glory and Content. 
 
 I. 
 
 Ah me ! how Pleasure doth the soul enthrall 1 
 How lure mankind with her accursed charms ! 
 How bid the learned and the hero fall ; 
 And teach the strong to melt within her arms ! 
 E'en modesty, sweet maiden fair, she warms, 
 If once she kiss her lovely blushing cheek, 
 Away th' endearment chaster thought alarms, 
 And soon the senses joys untasted seek; 
 Till this heav'n-moulded frame sinks down unnerv'd 
 and weak ! 
 
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 136 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ask ye a witness this lament to prove ? 
 
 Roam where Italia boasts her heav'nly sky ; 
 
 There o'er the tombs of Death and Mem'ry rove, 
 
 Till the sad sculptur'd marble meet thine eye, 
 
 In which Urbino's mould'ring relics lie ! 
 
 Then pause and weep ! O weep to think how low 
 
 Great Raphael fell, and from a throne how high 
 
 To shameful death ! O let the tear-drops flow, 
 
 For ne'er before was known such cause of wail and woe ! 
 
 in. 
 
 Full sev'n bright months the knight in joying spent, 
 Feasts, and gay dances, and rich masquerade, 
 And unchaste Love's delicious merriment, 
 That maketh strength to flag and cheeks to fade : 
 Now thro' some bow'ring copse or leafy glade 
 He tripp'd with lovely nymphs in sprightly round, 
 To the soft sound that flute enchanting made ; 
 Now lay on velvet spread along the ground, 
 While music swell'd on high, that Orpheus might 
 astound. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Soon as the morning o'er the verdant isle 
 Pour'd the bright rays from forth her splendid eyne, 
 And waken'd Nature all around 'gan smile 
 To see her offspring dight so gay and fine,
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 187 
 
 Soft-falling perfumes, as a dainty sign 
 
 Of dawning clay, did on Sir Guyon show'r 
 
 Around the couch where sleep did him recline ; 
 
 Eftsoons then rose he to salute the hour, 
 
 Or still yslumber'd on with his fair paramour. 
 
 v. 
 
 When 'twas his pleasure to be rous'd, I ween, 
 
 Melodious voices 'gan salute his ear 
 
 Of lively Nymphs, yclad in mantles sheen, 
 
 Who round the bed, where with his leman dear 
 
 He wanton laid, in dances play'd yfere; 
 
 While, from unseen musicians there arose 
 
 Sweet mingled sounds, repelling grief severe, 
 
 Of shepherd pipes, that cheer the mountain brows, 
 
 And golden lyres renown'd for soothing royal woes. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then walking forth, in lukewarm bath he dipp'd, 
 Still cheer'd by gentle voice of lyric muse, 
 Whiles a sweet nymph that sung as on she tripp'd, 
 Came with a cup, in which she did infuse 
 Oblivion's soothing balm, that bids us lose 
 All thought of what fell out the day before : 
 So that the present hour, when Pleasure woos, 
 Doth seem to bring fresh glee unto our door, 
 And ev'ry taste of joy enraptures more and more.
 
 1S8 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Now from his side by velvet sash she hung 
 A glittering sword, but not for hardy fight : 
 For it was neither large, ne sharp, ne strong, 
 But made of rubies rare and jewels bright, 
 To grace the wearer, and to daze the sight. 
 And ah ! in these degen'rate days, alas ! 
 Full many a useless youth, pert/vain and light, 
 We see in warlike toys all gaily pass, 
 Laughing with vacant stare, like any trifling lass. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Thus proudly dight, fair Pleasure led him on 
 To dainty feasting spread on silken say, 
 Where Bacchus' richest treasures sparkling shone, 
 And all Pomona's juicy presents lay : 
 Whiles ev'ry flow'r in Maia's scented sway, 
 Breathing sweet odours all the dainties crown'd ; 
 And eke above their heads did Zephyr play 
 Among the whisp'ring foliage with sweet sound, 
 And flutes, pipes, lyres, and zephyrs mix'd their warb* 
 lings round. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Anon, when ended this delicious meal, 
 An hundred sprightly nymphs, as fair as Morn, 
 Mov'd in the graceful dance, or tripp'd the reel, 
 Whose waving curls gay chaplets did adorn :
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. ISP 
 
 So skips the Persian antelope, or fawn, 
 
 Of forest Windsor hight, renown'd in song 
 
 By Twick' nam's gentle swain. Ah knight forlorn ! 
 
 By Pleasure's bright allurements led along, [wrong. 
 
 Soon wilt thou shake thy head, and say that all was 
 
 x. 
 
 Through this enchanting spot there gently flow'd 
 
 A crystal river, hight the Stream of Bliss, 
 
 On whose mild waves if any mortal rode, 
 
 Soft breathing airs his thrilling cheek would kiss, 
 
 That seem'd to rise from underneath, I wis ; 
 
 And whilst the waters 'gainst the shore did move, 
 
 (A verdant shore, such as of Thamus is,) 
 
 They made sweet melody, and sounds of love, 
 
 As if some poet swain was chanting thro' the grove. 
 
 XI. 
 
 And on its lovely shores with verdure green, 
 A thousand flow'rs in painted splendour grew. 
 The blushing rose, of floral plains the queen, 
 The modest lily of angelic hue, 
 The gorgeous sun-ilow'r, vi'let gaily blue, 
 Tulip, that boasts the rainbow's varied streaks, 
 The speckled pink, heart's-ease for lovers true, 
 Primrose, as fair as lovesick maiden's cheeks, 
 And serious poppy, sweet to him that quiet seeks.
 
 190 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Eke where each winding bank turn'd graceful round, 
 
 A cooling bow'r entic'd with verdant shew, 
 
 Where fanning airs and whisp'ring leaves were found, 
 
 And other blandishments that cures forego : 
 
 For there young Zephyr ay doth gently blow, 
 
 Waving his wings and warbling all the while 
 
 To the sweet, saunt'ring, soothing, stream below; 
 
 And on its top did sprightly Flora smile, 
 
 Wreathing her garlands gay to deck th' enchanting isle. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 And round the beauteous landscape graceful shone, 
 Shaded above with green o'er waving bow'rs, 
 Delightful temples, white with Parian stone ; 
 This the bright dwelling of the dancing hours, 
 That of dame Venus and the wanton powr's ; 
 One where fair Beauty held her blooming sway, 
 On which celestial odour ever show'rs; 
 Another where gay Fancy's fairies play, 
 With rainbow-colour'd wings and eyes of glitt'ring 
 day. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 On this delicious stream, when Noon's bright god 
 Pour'd flaming radiance o'er the cloudless sky, 
 His tender feet with velvet sandal shod, 
 Sir Guyon rode, while Pleasure satten nigh :
 
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 Soft mov'd the boat, and soft the waves ran by, 
 Beneath the silver oars, to whose clear sound 
 Responsive lutes form'd tender minstrelsy ; 
 Enraptur'd breezes bore the charm around, 
 And in one chain of joy all nature's works were wound. 
 
 xv. 
 
 And nodding graceful o'er the gurgling stream 
 
 The quiv'ring trees yform'd a trembling shade, 
 
 Dancing like airy vision of a dream, 
 
 That ne'er one lasting fix'd impression made; 
 
 And in their waving boughs the feather'd choir 
 
 Chanted sweet carols from the bending spray : 
 
 While others glitt'ring in the noon-tide fire, 
 
 Spread broad their painted plumage to the day, 
 
 And twitt'ring high in air skimm'd far from earth away. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Thus glorious all with gold and carvings ran-, 
 
 The pois'nous goblet, mix't for black'ning death, 
 
 Invites the soul to quaff away its care, 
 
 Whiles Fate and Torment lie unseen beneath : 
 
 Quick draughts are drawn: then groans the heaving 
 
 breath ; 
 Down falls the cup; and fall e'en monarchs must; 
 Strength, pow'r, pomp, wealth, and ah ! the floral wreath 
 Of festive joy is trampled in the dust; 
 And man, the lord of earth, of all her slaves the worst.
 
 192 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Alluring smiles fair Pleasure's lips array'd, 
 
 More pleas'd she seem'd than e'er she had before ; 
 
 Yet ev'ry smile mysterious thoughts betray'd, 
 
 And her smooth aspect joy unusual wore : 
 
 In her white hand a silken fan she bore, 
 
 Which ever and anon, with head inclin'd 
 
 She held up to her eyes, that glanc'd the more 
 
 At the charm'd knight, as soft and slow the wind 
 
 Mov'd the gay boat along, who nought amiss could find. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Still at the helm he sat with tott'ring frame, 
 
 For Bacchus had absorb'd his manly soul, 
 
 And still he thought her lovely looks the same, 
 
 On whom was fix'd his strong affection whole : 
 
 Now high th' encreasing waves began to roll, 
 
 Yet so diverted was his fetter'd eye, 
 
 He thought himself ne hast'ning to his goal, 
 
 Ne once abated the gay symphony 
 
 Of heav'nly music round, that did the waves beli^. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Loose reel'd the boat; Sir Guyon, fast enchain'd 
 By the bright beauty of th' enchanting fair, 
 Mov'd not, ne turn'd, ne look'd about, ne plaiu'd 
 Of the big swelling of the stream so rare,
 
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 Ne heard the rising winds that fill'd his hair, 
 Ne saw the tempest gath'ring o'er his head, 
 Or the black frown the stormy skies 'gan wear ; 
 While dreadful glooms around the isle were spread, 
 And clouds and thunder swell'd, all dreary, dark, and 
 dread. 
 
 xx. 
 
 Sudden a direful noise re-echoed round ; 
 
 The vengeful daemons of the tempest roar ; 
 
 The waters foam, upheaves the trembling ground, 
 
 And all th' enchanting harmony is o'er ! 
 
 Pleasure's gay veil, that once in pride she wore, 
 
 Starts from her face ; Hell rages in her eye ; 
 
 Upon her shoulders dragon wings she bore ; 
 
 And loud and fierce was her hyaena cry ! 
 
 He falls, he sinks ! the storm roars loud, and passes by. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 O ye who e'er " with passions boiling high 
 Quaff with delight th' intoxicating bowl," 
 That asks the lip, and sparkles in the eye, 
 Dash from your sight the poison of the soul : 
 From gay deceit the borrow'd splendour stole 
 Was mix'd by luring Pleasure's fatal hand 
 With deadlier venom than the noisome hole 
 Of the fierce viper breathes upon the land, 
 Or Araby's black wind that whirls the parching sand. 
 
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 194 PALACE OF PLEASURE, 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Tho\ wooing smiles once deck her painted cheek, 
 Frowns will succeed that blacken e'en the night; 
 Frowns that can make the hardy warrior weak, 
 And smiling Beauty's vermil flow'ret blight ! 
 Tho' warm her wooing, and her look tho' light, 
 Cold Care and icy Horror lurk beneath, 
 And Weariness, and Want with visage white, 
 And ev'ry daemon with envenom'd breath, 
 That weaves the web of Woe, and digs the grave of 
 Death ! 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Dark rolling waves oppress'd Sir Guyon's head ; 
 In vain he flounder'd in the whelming tide ; 
 The waters breaking from their troublous bed 
 In roar confus'd along his temples glide ! 
 Eftsoons the mighty swelling did subside, 
 Low groan'd the hollow caverns deep below ! 
 The bursting ground yawn'd hideously wide ; 
 Down sinks the hapless knight ; the billows flow 
 Unheeded o'er his head, and rage and roar ne moe. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Anon his eyne wide op'ning, and his breast 
 Gath'ring its scatter'd thoughts, he sees before 
 His tott'ring feet, that look'd in vain for rest, 
 A gloomy wilderness, where tempests roar,
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 195 
 
 And Hcav'n looks ever angry, from its store 
 
 Of fiery vengance pouring all around 
 
 Wind, storm, and hail, and rain of dropping gore, 
 
 Thunder, yshaking all the desart ground, 
 
 And lightning's flaming shafts, that sin and vice astound ! 
 
 xxv. 
 
 Ne hlooming flow'r the dreary landscape knew, 
 Ne cheerful tree, ne streamlet gurgling slow, 
 Ne quiet glade, ne sky of azure blue, 
 Ne level lawn, ne meadow green and low, 
 Ne any sweet that fields delightful know. 
 Here spare and ragged, fate to mortal taste, 
 The deadly nightshade to the daylight foe, 
 Wav'd still and solemn to the howling blast, 
 And the dark cypress bow'd amid the joyless waste ! 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 And where the middle of this desart stood, 
 
 A languid stream with sullen murm'rings flow'd, 
 
 Like that black river by the hero view'd 
 
 Benempt vEneas, when the shades he trod, 
 
 With Sybil wand'ring from her dark abode, 
 
 Ycleped Lethe, of oblivion hight 
 
 The gentle river, on which he who rode, 
 
 To quaff the water, quick forgotten quite 
 
 All past, and o'er again could sip the same delight.
 
 196 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 But ah! diverse of these dire waves the taste ; 
 Which, when the lip had touch'd the nauseous stream 
 Call'd to the mind each ill that had gone past, 
 Each vice once slipt from mem'ry as a dream : 
 Then fierce Repentance rising slowly came, 
 The genius of the river, from beneath, 
 And with rude scourges whipp'd the tortur'd frame ; 
 Till, wond'rous, all the soul was calm and eath, 
 And blest Heav'ns just decrees, and grew resign'd to 
 death. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Before that mortal man escapes this place 
 
 These heavy waters dull must passed be ; 
 
 Nathless they started at its horrid face, 
 
 Who went to pass, and often back would flee, 
 
 Afraid its horrid aspect e'en to see : 
 
 But bolder wights who held the other shore, 
 
 Gain'd from its terrors nought but liberty, 
 
 And reach'd a sky that fadeless splendour wore, [roar. 
 
 Where storms ne beat and blow, ne waters rage and 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Much thought the knight upon the gloomy scene, 
 When sudden yelling thro' the darken'd air, 
 As if all Tartarus dissolv'd had been, 
 Legions of daemons howl'd within his ear,
 
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 Starting from posts unseen, and sent by Care, 
 From whom the horrid wilderness was hight, 
 To torture souls with vice that conquer'd were, 
 Hideous with scorpion tails and faces white 
 On coal-black bodies, fierce and horrid to the sight ! 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Now with rude talon sharp they pierc'd his breast, 
 Or his side tortur'd with deep-goring horn : 
 First one, more grim and loathsome than the rest, 
 Shaking his ragged locks and cheeks forlorn, 
 A fiend of Filth and Dissipation born, 
 Benempt Disease, from jaws all pois'nous shed 
 Venom so black, that it would darken morn, 
 Which pierc'd his marrow, and shot thro' his head, 
 And o'er the air around a foul contagion spread ! 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 And him behind, another imp of hell, 
 
 With faded eyne, and face of sallow hue, 
 
 While ever and anon a hollow yell 
 
 Shriek'd on the wind, upon his body flew, 
 
 With tiger claws ypinching it all blue : 
 
 And he was hight infernal Want, I ween, 
 
 Begot of the hag Pleasure, mortal view 
 
 Deceiving, and th' inchanter, whose house sheen, 
 
 By him, the rural bard*, so sweet describ'd hath been. 
 
 * Thomson;
 
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 XXXII. 
 
 And next him started on the knight, I wot, 
 
 A most surprising fiend, whose visage pale 
 
 Was branded all about with dusky spot 
 
 Made by the fiery iron, heavy bale 
 
 To him that doth with impious hand assail 
 
 The laws of righteous Justice ; and he hight 
 
 Foul Infamy, ay driv'n by Woe and Wail, 
 
 And pointing Scorn of moderation light, 
 
 And brazen-tongu'd Reproach, ne silent in the night. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Broad from the shoulders of this monster rare 
 
 Wings, such as hold in air the wabbling bat, 
 
 Cast round a dreadful gloom upon the air, 
 
 The which beneath if mortal body sat, 
 
 Cold shiv' rings seiz'd him, spirits waxed flat, 
 
 A thousand noises bellow'd in his ear, 
 
 And mov'd he ay to this side and to that ; 
 
 Nathless he ne escap'd the shadow drear, 
 
 Unless high pow'r came down his sinking soul to chear. 
 
 XXXI V.. 
 
 His face was pallid, and had horrid beak 
 Of owl projecting out, by which two eyes 
 That wink'd at light of dav, roll'd on his cheek : 
 O'er them, if e'er he saw the morning skies,
 
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 His claws he layen would, till night arise ; 
 And eke his head was full of ears behind, 
 That nought Reproach's curses mote disguise, 
 Ne foul abuse mote be dissolv'd in wind ; 
 So that ne ease, ne rest, ne comfort could he find. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 And then a monstrous rabblement there pass'd 
 
 Of rude mishapen wights, a horrid shew ; 
 
 Till slowly pacing onward came at last 
 
 A long, lean spectre, imp of Vice and Woe, 
 
 Hight Melancholy, with deportment low, 
 
 Whose moveless eye was fix'd upon the ground, 
 
 For she was ay to light and day the foe ; 
 
 And o'er her head a sweeping veil she bound, 
 
 Which trailed long below, and swept upon the ground. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 But she, I ween, was not that virgin mild, 
 
 The poet woos along sequester'd grove, 
 
 By bubbling stream or rustling tree beguil'd 
 
 To think of serious joy and heav'nly love, 
 
 Such as the songs of that high bard approve, 
 
 Dan Milton, warbler of seraphic lyre, 
 
 When in cool walk of ev'ning he would rove, 
 
 Daughter of bright-hair'd Vesta, and the Sire* 
 
 Of him 'gainst whose high throne thcTitans dar'd conspire , 
 
 * See II Penseroso.
 
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 XXXVII. 
 
 But ne divine was her detested form, 
 Ne sadly sweet, ne melancholy mild ; 
 Around her howling drove the black'ning storm, 
 And o'er her burst the tempest tossing wild : 
 Ne was there ought in her that heart beguil'd 
 With luring grace ; ne " eyne of dewy light," 
 Ne soothing look ; but front with frown defil'd, 
 Eye with wild terror hideously bright, 
 And steps that started quick, and wails that witch'd 
 one white. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 Whene'er the knight thought, mov'd, or look'd around 
 
 This horrid hag was frowning in his eye ; 
 
 E'ea tho' the other daemons were not found, 
 
 Stiii all her horror* were for ever nigh : 
 
 If e'er he wish'd, his feet refus'd to fly, 
 
 And down he sunk despairing on the earth ; 
 
 In vain he begg'd with burning tears to die, 
 
 And curs'd the fatal hour that saw his birth, [worth. 
 
 And mourn'd remember'd vice, and wept forgotten 
 
 XXX IX. 
 
 Full oft with weary step he wander'd on, 
 O'er the wild landscape dark with black'ning heath ; 
 Full oft stopt sadly where the cypress lone 
 Caught in its leaves the blast's envenom'd breath,
 
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 And weav'd with dropping tears the mournful wreath ; 
 Then crown'd his head, and sigh'd with mem'ry thought 
 Of the gay garlands on his temples eath 
 In Pleasure's luring palace, dearly bought, [taught. 
 With pangs that rend the heart, ne peace, ne pity 
 
 XL. 
 
 Then on its gloomy bark his eyne would trace 
 
 Carv'd by the hand of solitary wight, 
 
 Names that once wander'd in this horrid place, 
 
 Once lay in the soft lap of gay delight, 
 And fell from sunshine into hideous night. 
 There saw he, pond'ring on their long-lost pow'r, 
 Those of the queen, who Cleopatra night, 
 And famous Antony, her paramour, 
 Whose sloth ylost so oft Rome's greenest, gayest flow'r ! 
 
 XLI. 
 
 Then Nero's name abhorred caught his eye 
 Stamp' d in red characters of human blood : 
 Him, the wild wretch of wanton cruelty, 
 Guy Pleasure toss'd within her whelming flood, 
 When to her arms the sanguine tyrant woo'd 
 With joyous breast her glitt'ring goblet quati'd, 
 While by his side his weeping country stood : 
 Yet still his lips drew in the rapt'rous draught, 
 Nor stopt he once, unless when at her woed ne laught. 
 Dd
 
 202 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 XL11. 
 
 Next knew he fierce Domitian's hand, I wot, 
 Unmanly tort'rer of the harmless fly ; 
 And him* that in Thalia's colour'd grot 
 Raptur'd with pencil gay the feasted eye, 
 And that lamented youth f, whose hand could vie 
 With soft Italia's Prince of Painters gay : 
 O'er these two last full oft the tender sigh, 
 That mourn'd their tempted youth and heedless play, 
 Breath'd o'er the gloomy heath, and brought the tear 
 away. 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 Tir'd of the mournful task the weeping knight 
 Cast on the earth his pale and ling'ring form, 
 When lo, bright bursting from the realms of light, 
 An angel figure stream'd before the storm ! 
 Where'er she flew, the clouds no more deform 
 The clear blue sky ; all smiling was the scene ; 
 Upon her cheek youth's blushes gay and warm 
 Were mixt with natron gravity ; her mien 
 Bespoke the seraph soul, majestic, sweet, serene. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 O'er her fair shoulders hung a robe of white, 
 Not gaudy, gay, or glitt'ring in the air, 
 But chaste and plain it pleas'd the tasteful sight, 
 And to the modest made its owner dear ; 
 
 Raphael. f Kirk.
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 203 
 
 Of ebon colour was her flowing hair, 
 Type of grave judgment and exalted thought; 
 Upon her arm, like alabaster fair, 
 
 Hung the blest Cross, which peace and comfort brought, 
 And she had eyes from which pain mote have pleasure 
 caught. 
 
 By her right side a lovely gentle maid 
 
 Smil'd like a cherub on the raptur'd scene ; 
 
 In attic robe her polish'd form array'd 
 
 Mov'd modest on ; and from her easy mien 
 
 A thousand winning graces, charms serene, 
 
 Raptur'd th' admiring soul ; her graceful arm 
 
 Bore a smooth vase with crystal water sheen 
 
 Fill'd to the brim : health gave her ev'ry charm, [calm. 
 
 And call'd her name Content, wise, humble, fair, and 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 And on her left a radiant figure shone, 
 
 Ycleped Glory, clad in robes of light, 
 
 Upon her temples beam'd a golden crown, 
 
 Dazzling with pointed rays the shrinking sight; 
 
 And her fair hands with strings of silver bright 
 
 A lyre celestial held ; from which whene'er 
 
 Call'd by the first fair virgin rob'd in white, 
 
 She pour'd such rapt'rous numbers on the ear, 
 
 That Phoebus burst his clouds, and all the sky was clear-
 
 204 PALACE OF PLEASUBE. 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 Behind the beaming trio flew along 
 A beauteous band, all fair, all mildly gay ; 
 Ne'er was there seen so bright a virgin throng, 
 Not e'en when Vesta held her sacred day 
 On Rome's glad hills, and call'd her maids away 
 In slow procession to her sacred fane : 
 Around their temples nodding lilies play 
 In simple wreath ; Temp'rance without a stain, 
 Grave Wisdom, chearful Health, and Peace that knows 
 ne pain. 
 
 xlviii. 
 
 The weeping knight uprais'd his trembling form, 
 
 Gazing with eye refresh'd upon the sight ; 
 
 Hush'd was the howling of the dreadful storm, 
 
 And the dark heath he saw not with affright, 
 
 As erst his eyne were wont ; firm and upright 
 
 His soul within did seem to bid him stand ; 
 
 When sudden Glory wav'd her robe of light, 
 
 And o'er the harp swept her melodious hand, [land. 
 
 While the fair form in white thus chaunted o'er the 
 
 XL1X. 
 
 " Ah ! where is gone gay Pleasure's luring eye ? 
 " Where gone her winning step and trancing song ? 
 " Where fled the splendour of her summer sky ? 
 " Where hid the sportings of her festive throng ?
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 205 
 
 " And why is spread this dreary heath along? 
 " Why loves the storm to sound his terrors here ? 
 " Why to this air do glooms and fears belong? 
 " Why drops the mortal's eye the mournful tear? 
 " Why sighs his aching breast? Why aches that breast 
 with cure ? 
 
 L, 
 
 " Alas ! 'twas Pleasure planted it with thorns ! 
 
 " Thorns hid in fiow'rs, and dipt in nectar'd dew 
 
 " Fiow'rs, like the rose that Maia's head adorns ; 
 
 " Dew, such as studs the morning's girdle blue ! 
 
 '* Bright was her cup, and of resplendent hue ; 
 
 " Yet gloom and horror lurk'd within the bowl ! 
 
 " Love from her eyne a thousand arrows drew, 
 
 " Yet tipt with poison black, that softly stole [soul. 
 
 " Thro' all the trembling veins, then rent and rack'd the 
 
 LI. 
 
 " Come then O come to this composing breast ! 
 
 " Come ; on the Cross repose the weary head ! 
 
 c{ Come ! For this bosom soothes the tir'd to rest, 
 
 " And this hard Cross yet makes an easy bed ! 
 
 " This hand can join again life's parted thread ! 
 
 " This eye can animate the pallid check 
 
 " With one warm look, tho' health has long been fled ! 
 
 " This arm can raise to strength the drooping weak, 
 
 " This arm the dart of woe, the rack of torture break!
 
 206 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 LII. 
 
 " My name's Religion. He who reigns above 
 
 " Calls me his own : by his celestial seat, 
 
 " Where Angels hymn the God of Peace and Love, 
 
 " His chosen handmaid was I form'd to stand: 
 
 " I am the chief of all th' angelic band, 
 
 " Sent by his mercy to the son of man, 
 
 " To heal his woes with voice of comfort bland, 
 
 " To sooth the labour of his toiling span, 
 
 " And give the high reward when well his race he ran ! 
 
 LIII. 
 
 " Come then, thou Mourner, come to this soft breast ! 
 
 " Thou, whom false Pleasure taught her task of woe : 
 
 " Thou, who in vain hast sought relief and rest 
 
 " In this dark scene, this dreary waste below, 
 
 " Come shelter peaceful from the blasts that blow, 
 
 " The turbid blasts of sorrow and deceit ! 
 
 " These gentle arms, ne grief, ne trouble know ; 
 
 " This gentle breast did ne'er with anguish beat ; 
 
 " This placid bosom ne'er the furious tempest meet ! 
 
 LIV. 
 
 " Yon dreaded stream where sad Repentance rears 
 " His tort' ring scourge, my potent hand can calm, 
 " Sooth his fierce anger, when thy -bosom fears, 
 " And stop his hand, and turn the destin'd harm !
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 207 
 
 ** In gen'rous breasts, when I instil the balm, 
 
 " Of gentle Peace, Repentance racks ne moe : 
 
 " Again exerted is the rising arm ; 
 
 " For true repentance virtuous actions shew : 
 
 " Content then smiles again, ne mourns returning woe! 
 
 LV. 
 
 " Come then, thou mourner! here forget thy cares, 
 " Here lay that pallid form, that trembling heart; 
 '* See, where Content her healing draught prepares, 
 *' And hark ! how Glory, brightest of the blest, 
 " Strikes the loud harp ! her splendours all confest, 
 " See where she stands, and calls thee to Renown ! 
 " Here in my bosom ever honour' d rest ! 
 " Come ! Glory waits with her rewarding crown, 
 " And sweet Contentment smiles, and Nature drop* 
 " her frown ! 
 
 LVI. 
 
 She ceas'd ! Creation's universal frame 
 Brighten'd with joy; before the wond'ring eye 
 From the bright welkin beams of radiance came. 
 And solar splendour stream'd along the sky: 
 The airy glooms evaporate and die? 
 The barren heath with flow'ry beauty gay 
 Throws thousand sweets of fragrant scent on high; 
 Repentance rolls his turbid stream away, 
 Creation, skies, and fields enliven into day.
 
 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 LVII. 
 
 Here verdant plains extend their velvet green, 
 There the awed soul surveys the rocky steep ; 
 Here clust'ring groves o'erhang the woodland scene, 
 And yonder Ocean's blue-eyed Naiads sweep : 
 Anon wide tumbling down the valley deep, 
 From the grand mountain's sky-saluting height, 
 Where musing Solitude delights to sleep, 
 The foaming cat'ract, sparkling to the light, 
 Bounds o'er the echoing field, and dashes on the sight. 
 
 LVII I. 
 
 Soft to the prattle of the rippling stream, 
 
 The feather'd songsters warble from the grove ; 
 
 Life's vain enjoyments seem a feverish dream, 
 
 And all the soul is lost in joy and love. 
 
 What sonnet tend'rer than the cooing dove ? 
 
 What music sweeter than the throstle's song ? 
 
 Ah, here, if here the pilgrim's footsteps rove, 
 
 Here where the rural graces love to throng, [wrong. 
 
 Here shall he rest his hopes, nor find those hopes were 
 
 LIX. 
 
 The knight enraptur'd clasp'd her bosom round ; 
 Serenest Pleasure warm'd his alter'd breast ; 
 And, as his eyne his angel soother found, 
 They darted grateful glances that confest
 
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 How lor'd that heart which call'd his woes to rest. 
 Then Glory came, and fix'd upon his head 
 The crown of honour and the warlike crest, 
 And shining helm, so long that useless laid, 
 And to his graceful side yfix'd the deathful blade. 
 
 LX. 
 
 " Go," sung she, striking her exalted lyre, 
 " Go lift th' oppress'd, and beat th' oppressor low ; 
 " Go, where sad Justice sees her sons expire, 
 " And Tyranny quaffs down the tears of Woe ! 
 " Eternal peace shall chear thy breast below, 
 " And when Heav'n calls thee to its arms above, 
 " Immortal splendour beam around thy brow ! 
 " Go ; Virtue calls thee ; watch her guiding eye ; 
 " When Virtue draws the sword, tempests and storms 
 defy! 
 
 LXI. 
 
 " Peace ne abides with Indolence and Ease," 
 Sung mild Contentment, pouring from her urn 
 Th' invigorating draught ; while ev'ry breeze 
 Caught her soft lay, and whisper' d it in turn ; 
 " Peace bids her sons the task of virtue learn, 
 " As great Alcides' self ythought of old ; 
 " 'Tis thro' the rock the hidden mine we earn. 
 " This goblet quaff; 'twill warm, tho' pure and cold, 
 ** When Glory's crown is thine, Content will crown 
 the bold." e
 
 910 PALACE OF PLEASURE. 
 
 LXII. 
 
 " Enough!" Sir Guyon cried, and from her hand, 
 
 Caught to his lips th' inestimable bowl ; 
 
 Fidl swell his veins ; his breast and nerves expand, 
 
 And rising ardour heaves within his soul : 
 
 Already see his eyne the destin'd goal, 
 
 Where Glory and Content their Crowns display; 
 
 Thro' his warm heart the rapt'rous fancy stole ; 
 
 He pants to bound in his advent'rous way, 
 
 And thus burst wildly forth, with inspiration gay : 
 
 LXIII. 
 
 " Lead, lead alcng, ye Angel band divine ! 
 
 " Lead, lead along ! I go, I leap, I fly ! 
 
 " Lead, where ye list; where Phoebus ay doth shine, 
 
 " Or blust'ring tempests drive along the sky. 
 
 " Nought can affright my soul, or turn mine eye : 
 
 " Vice I despise, and opposition scorn, 
 
 " Pleasure's lewd arts, and all her crew defy ; 
 
 " When night is fled, who hails not lively morn? 
 
 " O lead your Warrior on, again to glory bom ! 
 
 LXIV. 
 
 He ceas'd ; and as ybroken from the toil 
 The raging lion sweeps along the vale, 
 Call'd by the tyger howling o'er his spoil, 
 And pants to rob him of his bloody meal ;
 
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 His sullen roars the fierce intent reveal, 
 And the loud tail ylash'd, and eyne of fire : 
 Thus the bold Knight drew forth his flaming steel, 
 While glory woke the grandeurs of her lyre, 
 And wildly rush'd along as music's swells inspire ! 
 
 LXV. 
 
 Bright streams of radiance mark'd his destin'd way ; 
 
 Where'er he trod the magic gleams appear ; 
 
 His burnish'd breast-plate sparkled on the day, 
 
 And Glory's harp still roll'd along his ear : 
 
 Shame flies his path, and Doubt, and hiding Fear ; 
 
 And Strength and Triumph pant within his breast ; 
 
 Upon his brow sits Majesty severe ; 
 
 Onward he bounds, the warrior all confest, 
 
 And high he rears his sword, and nods the waving crest ! 
 
 END OF THE PALACE OF PLEASURE.
 
 213 
 
 ANTHEM; 
 
 WRITTEN ON THE DEATH 
 
 OF AN AMIABLE $ ACCOMPLISHED 
 
 YOUJVG JLBY, 
 
 Who departed this Life, January 14, 1801, 
 ANNO JETAT. SU. 15. 
 
 DIKGE. 
 
 Jan. 20th, 1801, 
 
 A h say, why tearful is the sadden'd eye ? 
 
 Why weeps pale Sorrow o'er the mournful tomb ? 
 
 Is it that Death's dark cloud with deep'ning gloom 
 Has swept Life's chearful mora and smiling sky ! 
 Yet, sorrowing pair, whose fond parental breasts 
 
 Still mourn departed loveliness and worth ; 
 Yet, yet look up to where your Angel rests, 
 
 And mounts immortal from the woes of earth! 
 
 And thou, lorn Sister, lovelier in thy tears, 
 O wipe the liquid sorrow from thy brow ; 
 
 And thou, sad Brother of her once gay years, 
 Smile that a Seraph claims thy friendship now;
 
 14 ANTHEM. 
 
 AIR. 
 
 For in robes of glory beaming 
 High she treads the azure ground, 
 Where, in sounds of rapture streaming 
 All the harps of Heav'n resound ! 
 
 Falls, in strains of music dying, 
 Streams, that warble as they flow, 
 Symphonies in Zephyrs sighing, 
 Ever breathing soft and slow; 
 
 Fields, that know no winter dreary, 
 Groves, to heav'nly musing dear, 
 There her charm'd eye never weary, 
 Never tire her ravish' d ear ! 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 Lift, lift, fond pair, the drooping head ; 
 O let the smiles, so soon that fled, 
 
 Again salute th' enliven' d Morn! 
 Hush, hush Affection's mournful sigh, 
 And wipe from out the tear-dew'd eye 
 
 The pearl's that Woe's pale cheek adorn.
 
 ANTHEM. 2L> 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Ye Choirs of Harmony on high, 
 Who tune the spheres that charm the sky, 
 For ever rolling round th' eternal throne ; 
 Quick with your magic sounds unfold 
 Yon portals of celestial gold ; 
 A Sister Minstrel comes to claim her own ; 
 Haste, bring the vest of shining white, 
 The glitt 'ring harp, and crown of light, 
 And pour a flood of radiance on her way ! 
 She comes, she conies ! upon her brow 
 Life beams immortal triumph now ; 
 Her eyelids open on eternal day ! 
 
 GRAND CHORUS. 
 
 Hark, how the golden lyres around 
 Roll all the majesty of sound, 
 As loud she hails her native sky ! 
 Now wide upon the raptur'd sight 
 Burst beatific visions bright ; 
 Death binds her Angel form no more ; 
 She bursts the bonds that chain'd before, 
 And puts on Immortality. 
 
 FINIS. 
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