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When threatening tides of rage and anger rife,
Ufurp the throne, and reason's fway defpife,
When in the feats of life this tempeft reigns,
Beats through the heart, and drives along the veins;
See, eloquence with force persuasive binds
'The resless waves, and charms the warring winds,
Refiftlefs bids tumultuous uproar ceafe,
Reca'ls the calm, and gives the bosomn peace.

Did not the mind, on heavenly joy intent, 370
'The various kinds of harmony invent?
She the theorboç. The the viol found,
And all the moving melody of found ?
The gave to breathing tubes a power unknown,
To speak inspir’d with accents not their own; 375
Taught tuneful fons of music how to fing,
How, by vibrations of th’ extended string,
And manag'd impulse on the suffering air,
T'extort the rapture, and delight the ear.

See, how celestial reason does command
The ready pencil in the painter's hand;
Whose Itrokes affect with nature's self to vie,
And with false life amuse the doubtful eye :
Behold the strong emotions of the mind
Exerted in the eyes, and in the face defign’d. 585
Such is the artist's wondrous power, that we
Ev'n pictur'd souls and colour'd passions see,
Where without words (peculiar eloquence)
The busy figures speak their various sense.
What living face does more distress or woe, 390
More finish'd Mame, confusion, horror, know,
Than what the masters of the pencil fhcw?



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Mean time the chizel with the pencil vies ; The fister arts dispute the doubtful prize. Are huinan limbs, ev'n in their vital state, 395 More just and strong, more free and delicate, Than Buonorota's curious tools create ? He to the rock can vital instincts give, Which thus transform'd can rage, rejoice, or grieve : His skilful hand does marble veins inspire

Now wich the lover's, now the hero's fire ;
So well th’imagin’d actors play their part,
The filent hypocrites such power exert,
That paflions, which they feel nut, they bellow,
Affright us with their fear, and melt us with their woe.
There Niobe leans weeping on her arın:
How her fad looks and beautcous sorrow charın !
See, here a Venus fost in Parian stone;
A Pallas there to ancient fables kuown;
That from the rock arose, not from the main, 410
This not from Jove's, but froin the sculptor's brain.

Admire the carver's fertile energy,
With ravish'd eyes his happy offspring fee.
What beauteous figures by th' unrival'd art
Of Britifh Gibbons from the cedar start!

He makes that tree unnative charis atlumne,
Usurp gay lionours, and another’s bloom ;
The various fruits, which different climates bear,
And all the pride the fields and gardens wear;
While froin unjuicy links without a root

420 New buds devis’d, and leafy branches, shoot.

As human kind can by an act direct, Perceive and know, then reason and reflect :


So the Self-moving Spring has power to chufe,
These methods to reject, and those to use ; 425
She can design and prosecute an end,
Exert her vigour, or her act fufpend;
Free from the insults of all foreign power,
She does her godlike liberty secure ;
Her right and high prerogative maintains,
Impatient of the yoke, and scorns coercive chains ;
She can her airy train of forms disband,
And makes new levees at her own command ;
O'er her ideas fovereign the presides,
At pleafure these unites, and those divides.

The ready phantoms at her nod advance,
And form the busy intellectual dance ;
While her fair scenes to vary, or fupply,
She singles out fit images, that lie
In memory's records, which faithful hold

440 Objects immense in fecret marks inrolld The fleeping forms at her command awake, And now return, and now their cells forsake, On active Fancy's crowded theatre, As she directs, they rise or disappear.

445 Objects, which through the fenfes make their

way, And juft impreffions to the soul convey, Give her occasion first herfelf to move, And to exert her hatred, or her love ; Ideas, which to fome impulfive feem,

450 Act not upon the mind, but that on them. When she to foreign objects audience gives, Their ttrokes and motions in the brain perceires,





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As these perceptions, we ideas name,
From her own power and active nature came, 455
So when discern’d by intellectual light,
Herself her various passions does excite,
To ill her hate, to good her appetite ;
To thun the first, the latter to procure,
She chuses means by free elective power;
She can their various habitudes furvey,
Debate their fitness, and their merit weigh,
And, while the means suggested the compares,
She to the rivals this or that prefers.

By her fuperior power the reasoning soul
Can each reluctant appetite control ;
Can every paflion rule, and every sense,
Change Nature's course, and with her laws dispense ;
Our breathing to prevent, she can arrest
Th'extension, or contraction, of the breast; 470
When pain’d with hunger, we can food refuse,
And wholelome abstinence, or famine chuse.
Can the wild beast his inftinet disobcy,
And from his jaws releafe the captive prey?
Or hungry herds on verdant pastures lie,

Mindless to eat, and resolute to die?
With heat expiring, can the panting hart
Patient of thirst from the cool freai depart?
Can brutes at will imprison'd breath detain?
Torment prefer to ease, and life disdain ?

From all restraint, from all compulsion free,
Unforc'd, and unneceffitated, we
Ourselves determine, and our freedom prove,
Wben this we Ay, and to that object move.


Had not the mind a power to will and chuse, 485
One object to embrace, and one refuse;
Could she not act, or not her act suspend,
As it obstructed, or advanc'd her end;
Virtue and Vice were names without a cause,
This would not Hate deserve, nor that Applause; 490
Justice in vain has high tribunals rear'sl,
Whom can her sentence punish, whom reward?
If impious children should their father kiil,
Can they be wicked, when they cannot will;
When only causes foreign and unfcen

495 Strike with resistless force the springs withio, Whence in the engine man all motion must begin?

Are vapours guilty, which the vintage blast? Are storms proscrib'd, which lay the forest walte ? Why lies the wretch then tortur’d on the wheel, 500 If forc'd to treason, or compell’d to steal ? Why does the warrior, by auspicious fate With laurels crown'd, and clad in robes of state, In triumph ride amidst the gazing throng Deaf with applauses, and the Poet's song; 505 If the viétorious, but the brute machine Did only wreaths inevitable win, And no wise choice or vigilance has shown, Mov'd by a fatal inpulse, not his own?

Should trains of atoms human fense impel, 510 Though not fo fierce, so strong, lo visible, As soldiers arın'd, and do not men arrest With clubs upheld and daggers at their breast; Yet means compulsive are not plainer shown, When ruffians drive, or conquerors drag us on ; 915


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