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Stars on his robes in beauteous order mect, Thy pleasure points the shaft and bends the bow, And the sun burns beneath his awful feet. The cluster blasts or bids it brightly glow:
Now an archangel eminently brighi, 'Tis thou that lead'st our pow'rful armies forth, From off his silver staff of woud'rous height, Andgirst great Anne thy sceptre o'er the north. Unfurls the Christian flag, which waving flies, “ Grani I may ever, at the morning ray, And shuts and opens more than half the skies: Open with pray'r the consecrated day; The Cross so strong a red, it sheds a stain Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise, Where'er it floats, on earth, and air, and main; And with the mounting sun ascend the skies! flushes the hill, and sets on fire the wood, As that advances, let my zeal improve, And turns the deep-clyed ocean into blood. And glow with ardor of consumunate love;
oh formidable Glory! dreadful bright! Nor cease ar eve, but with the setting sun Refulgent torture to tlie guilty sight! My endless worship shall be still begun. Ah turn, unwary Muse', nor dare reveal
“ And, oh, permit the gloom of solemn night What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell. To saered thought may forcibly invite, Say not (to make the Sun shrink in his beam) When this world's shut, and awful planets rise,
affirm, they wish it all a dream; Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies. Wish or their souls may with their limbs decay, Compose our souls with a less dazzling sight, Or God be spoil'd of his eternal sway.
And show all nature in a milder light;
Ah low but by Repentance~ by a mind O how divine, to tread the milky way
Of leagues of friendship with his saints renew!
Alluring pleasure, and assaulting pain. That flame to tempest, and that tempest tame; O may I pant for thee in each desire, Earth's incanest son, all trembling. prostrate falls, and with strong faith foment the holy fire ! And on the bounties of thy goolness calls.
Streich out my soul in hope, and grasp the prize “O1 gire the winds all past offence to sweep, Which in Eternity's deep bosom lies! To scatter wide, or bury in the deep:
At the great day of recompence behold,
And rival angels in the praise of thee!
Falles for the Female Sex. Moore,
The Eagle and the O may my understanding ever read
Assembly of Birds.
To her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales.
Truth under fiction I impart,
Are by their actions understood ;
I echo noi the voice of Fame;
my soul !
The proud, the envious, and the vain, Blund'rers, who level in the dark,
He nanies not me; but these are hints,
Which manisest at whom he squints; With friendly hand I hold the glass
I werc indeed that blund'ring fowl, To all, promiscuous, as they pass :
To question if he meant an owl. Should folly there her likeness view,
Ye wretches, hence! the Eagle cries, I fret not that the mirror's true :
"Tis conscience, conscience that applies ; If the fantastic for offend,
The virtuous mind takes no alarm, I made it not, but would amend.
Securd by innocence from harm ; Virtue, in ev'ry clime and age,
While Guilt, and his associate Fear,
Are startled at the passing air.
$ 281. FABLE 11. The Panther, the Ilorst, And claim the fable
and other Beasts. who dare.
you The birds in place, by fictions press’d, The man who seeks to win the fair To Jupiter their pray’rs address'd:
(So custon says) must truth sorbcar; By specious lies the state was vex’d,
Must taken and flatter, cringe and lie, Their counsels libellers perplex'd ;
And raise the goddess to the sky. They begg'd (to stop seditions tongues)
For truth is hateful to her ear; A gracious hearing of their wrongs.
A rudencss which she cannot bear. Jove grants the suit. The Eagle sate
A rudeness ! Yes, I speak my thoughts; Decider of the grand debate.
For truth upbraids her with her faults. The Pye, to trust and pow'r preferr’d, How wretched, Chloe, then am I, Demands permission to be heard.
Who love you, and yet cannot lie? Says he, prolixity of phrase
And still, to make you less my friend, You know I hate. Thi; libel says,
I strive vour errors to ainend! “ Some birds there are, who, prone to noise, But shall the senseless fop impart Are hir'd to silence wisdom's voice;
The softest passion to your heart; And skill'd, to chatter out the hour,
While he, who tells you honest truth, Rise by their emptiness to pow'r.",
And points to happiness your youth, That this is aim'd direct at me,
Determines, by his care, his lot, No doubt you 'll readily agree;
And lives neglected and forgot? Yet well this sage assembly knows,
Trust me, my dear, with greater ease, By parts to government I rose.
Your taste for flatt'ry I could please; My prudent counsels prop the state ;
And similes in each dull linc, Magpies were never known to prate.
Like glow-worms in the dark, should shine. The Kite rose up. His honest heart What if I say your lips disclose In virtue's sufferings bore a part.
The freshness of the op’ning rose ? That there were birds of prey he knew : Or that your cheeks are beds of How'rs, So far the libeller said true :
Enripen'd by refreshing show'rs? “ Voracious, bold, to rapine prone,
Yet certain as these flow'rs shall fade, Who knew no int'rest but their own;
Time ev'ry beauty will invade.
The butterfly of various hue,
Fair, fou'ring, fickle, busy thing,
To pleasure ever on the wing,
The Crow was vex'd. As yester-morn Would you the bloom of youth should last! He flew across the new-sown corn,
'Tis virtue that must bind it fast; A screaming boy was set for pay,
An easy carriage, wholly free He knew, to drive the crows away;
From sour reserves or levity;
Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart,
Humility enough to own
The frailties which a friend makes known, That magpies prate, it may be true;
And decent pride enough to know A kite may be voracions too ;
The worth that virtue can bestow. Crows sometimes deal in new-sown pease , These are the charms which ne'er decay, He libels not, who strikes at these :
Though youth and beauty fade away ; The slander 's here - But there are birds, And time, which all things else remores, Whose wisdom lies in 'looks, not words; Still heightens virtue, and improves.
You'll frown, and ask, To what intent Disiniss the train of fops and fools,
Aud learn to live by visdom's rules :
Such beauties noight the lion warin,
Did not your folly break the charm;
For who would court that lovely shape, I will be rude while you are vain.
To be the rival of an ape? Beneath a lion's peaceful reign,
He said, and snorting in disdain, When be asts met friendly on the plain, Spuru'd at the crowd, and sought the plain. A Panther of majestic port (The vainest female of the court) With spoited skin, and eyes of fire,
The Nightingale and the
The prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose
From public view her charms will screen, (Like modern belles) with coxcombs fillid; And rarely in the crowd be seen ; Where noise, and nonsense, and grimace,
This simple truth shall keep her wise Anllies, and scandal, fill'd the place.
" The fairest fruits attract the Aies." Behold the
One night a Glow-worin, proud and vain, fantastic thing
gay Encircled by the spacious ring!
Contemplating her glitt'ring train, Low bowing, with iinportant look,
Cried, Sure there never was in nature As first in rank, the Monkey spoke :
So elegant, so fine a creature. “ Gad take ine, madam! but I swear,
All other insects that I see, No angel ever look'd so fair :
The frugal ant, industrious bee, Forgive my rudeness, but I vow
Or silk-worm, with contempt I view ; You were not quite divine till now;
With all that low, mechanic crew, Those limbs ! that shape! and then thcs: eyes
Who servilely their lives employ O close them, or the gazer dies !"
In business, enemy to joy. Nay, geutle puy, for goodness hush,
Mean, yulgar herd! ye are my scorn ; I
vow and swear you inake me blush; For grandeur only I was born, I shall be angry at this rate;
Or sure aın sprung from race divine 'Tis so like fatt'ry, which I hate.
And plac'd cn earth to live and shine. The Fox, in deeper cunning vers'd,
Those lights that sparkle so on high, The beauties of the mind rehears'd,
Are but the glow-worms of the sky; And talk'd of knowledge, taste, and sense,
And kings on earth their gems admire, To which the fair have vast pretence !
Because they imitate my fire. Let well he knew them always vain
She spoke. Attentive op a spray, Of what they strive not to attain;
A Nighiingale forbore his lay; And play'd so cunningly his part,
He saw the shining morsel near, That pog was rivall'd in his art.
And few, directed by the glare; The Goat arow'l his am'rous flame,
Awhile he gaz'd with sober look, And burnt- for what hie durst not name;
And thus the trembling prey bespoke: Yet hop'd a meeting in the wood
Deluded fool, with pride elate! Might make his meaning understood. Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate : Half angry at the bold address,
Less dazzling, long thou mightsi have lain She frogvn'd; but yet she must confess
Unhecded on the velvet plain : Snch beauties might inflame his blood,
Pride, soon or late, degraded inourns, But still his phrase was somewhat rude. And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.
The Hog her neatness inych admir'd; The formal Ass her swiftness fir’d:
§ 283. FABLE IV. Hymen and Death. While all to feed her folly strove,
ye say? Nay then, 'tis time; And by their praises shar'd her love,
year destroys your prime. The Horse, whose gen'rous heart disdain' But stay the settlement?" That's made." Applause by servile flatu'ry gaind,
Why then 's my simple girl afraid ? With graceful courage silence broke,
Yet hold a moment, if you can, And thus with indignation spoke:
And heedfully the fable scan. When fatt'ring monkeys fawn and prate, The shades were Aed, the morning blush'u, They justly raise contempt or hate;
The winds were in their caverns hushid, For merit's turn'd to ridicule,
When Hymen, pensive and sedate, Applauled by the grinning fool,
Held o'er the fields his musing gait. The artful fox your wit commends,
Behind him, thro' the green-wood shade, To lure you to his selfish ends ;
Death's meagre form the god survey'd ; From the vile flatt'rer turn away,
Who quickly, with gigantic stride, For knaves make friendships to betraj, Outwent his pace, and join'd his side.
The chat on various subjects ran,
Beauty can only point the dart, Till angry Hymen thus began :
"Tis neatness guides it to the heart; Relentless Death! whose iron sway Let neatness then and beauty strive Mortals reluctant must obey,
To keep a wav'ring flame alive. Still of thy pow'r shall I complain,
"Tis harder far (you 'll find it true) And thy too partial hand arraign?
To keep the conquest, thân subdue ; When Cupid brings a pair of hearts,
Admit us once behind the screen, All over stuck with equal darts,
What is there farther to be scen? Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride,
A newer face may raise the fame, And cut the knot that Hymen tied.
But ev'ry woman is the same. Shall not the bloody and the bold,
Then study chiefly to improve The miser hoarding up his gold,
The charın that fix'd your husband's love. The harlot reeking from the stew,
Weigh well his humor. Was it dress Alone thy fell revenge pursue?
That gave your beauty pow'r to bless ? But must the gentle and the kind
Pursue it still; be neater seen; Thy fury, undistinguish'd, find ?
"Tis always frugal to be clean; The nionarch calmly thus replied :
So shall you keep alive desire,
In garret high (as stories say)
A Poet sung his tunesul lay; Then let the charge be justly laid :
So soft, so smooth, his verse you 'd That idle boy neglects his trade,
Apollo and the Muses there : And hardly one in twenty years
Thro' all the town his praises rung; A couple to your temple bears.
His sonnets at the playhouse sung; The wretches, whom your office blends, Iligh waving o'er his lab'ring head, Silenus now, or Plutus sends;
The goddess Want her pinions spread, Hence care, and bitterness, and strife,
And with poetic fury fird, Are common to the nuptial life.
What Phæbus faintly had inspir'd. Believe me! more than all maðkind
A noble youth, of taste and wit, Your vot'ries my compassion find.
Approx'd the sprightly things he writ, Yet cruel amn I callid, and base,
And sought him in his cobweb dome, Who seek the wretched to release;
Discharg'd his rent, and brought himn homo. The captive from his bonds to free,
Behold him at the stately buard ! Indissoluble but for me.
Who but the Poet and my Lord ! "Tis I entice him to the yoke ;
Each day deliciously he dines, By me your crowded altars smoke :
And greedy quasss the gen'rous wines ; For niortals boldly dare the nonse,
His sides were plump, his skin was sleek, Secure that Death will set them loose.
And plenty wauton'd on his cheek;
Astonish'd at the change so new, § 284. The Poct and his Patron. Away th'inspiring goddess flew.
Now, dropt for politics and news, WHY, Celia, is your spreading waist
Negleeted lay the drooping Muse, So loose, so negligently lac'd ?
Unmindful whence his fortune came, Why must the wrapping bed-gown hide
He stiflcd the poetic flame; Your snowy bosoni's swelling pride?
Nor tale, nor sonnet, for my lady, How ill that dress adorns your head,
Lampoon, nor epigram, was ready. Distain'd and rumpled from the bed!
With just contempt his Patron saw Those clouds that shade your blooining face
(Resolvd his bounty to withdraw); A little water might displace,
And thus with anger in his look, As Nature ev'ry inorn bestows
The late-repenting fool bespoke : The crystal dew to cleanse the rose.
Blind to the good that courts thiec grown, Those tresses, as the raven black,
Whence has the sun of favor shone :
Delighted with thy tuneful art,
Esteem was growing in my heart ; Destroy the face which once they deck'd,
But idly thou reject'st the charm When this forgetfulness of dress ?
That gave it birth, and kept it warm, Pray, Madam, are you married? Yes.
Unthinking fools alone despise
The arts that tauglit them first to rise.
The Wolf, the Sheep, Your sister now may take the trade.
and the Laml. Alas! what pity 'tis to find
Duty demands, the parent's voice. This fault in half the female kind!
Should sanctify the daughter's choice • From hence proceeds aversion, strife,
In that is due obedience shown; And all that sours the wedded life.
To choose, belongs to her alone.
May Mas horror scise his midnight hour, Torn from the tyrant mother's side, Who builds npon a parent's pow'r,
The trembler goes, a victiin-bride; And claims, by purchase vile and base, Reluctant meets the rude embrace, The loathing iaid for his embrace ;
And bleats among the howling race, Hence virtue sickens; and the breast,
With horror oft her eyes behold Where peace had built her downy nest, Her murder'd kindred of the fold; becomes the troubled seat of care,
Each day a sister lamb is serv'd, And pines with anguish and despair.
And at the glutton's table carv'd;
Love, who the cruel mind detests,
Was now no more. Enjoyment past,
But (as we find in hunan race,
A mask conceals the villain's face) Her far rite whelp each mother brought, Justice must authorise the treat; And humbly his alliance sought;
Till then he long'd, but durst not eat. Bat cold by age, or else too nice,
As forth he walk'd in quest of prey, None found acceptance in his eyes.
The hunters met him on the way: It happen'd as at early dawn,
Fear wings his flight; the marsh'he sought: He solitary cross'd the lawn,
The snuffing dogs are set at fault.
Howling he grinds his empty jaws :
Food must be had, and Lamb is nigh;
His maw invokes the fraudful lie.
By treach'ry prompts the noisy hound
To scent his footsteps on the ground? These jaws, in slaughter oft inbru'd,
Thou trait'ress vile for this thy blood At length have known enough of blood; Shall glut my rage, and dye the wood ! And kinder bus'ness brings me now,
So saying, on the Lamh he flies,
Beneath his jaw's the victim dies.
FABLE VII. The Goose and the Swans, Live from her eyes like lightning came, I Hate the face, however fair, And set my marrow all on Aame;
That carries an affected air; Let your consent confirm my choice,
The lisping tone, the shape constrainid,
The studied look, the passion feign'd,
With what superior grace enchants
The face, which nature's pencil paints !
Glow with the meaning of the heart !
Where freedom and good-humor sit,
Though perfect beauty be not there,
The inasier lines, the finish'd air, Propos'd, and doubled her demands,
We catch from ev'ry look delight, Of flow'ry fields, and turnip-lands.
And grow enamour'd at the sight: The Wolf agrees. Her bosom swells ; For beauty, though we all approve, To Miss her happy fate she tells ;
Excites our wonder more than love ; And, of the grand alliance vain,
While the agreeable strikes sure, Contemns her kindred of the plain.
And gives the wounds we cannot cure. The loathing Lamb with horror hears, Why then, my Amoret, this care, And wearies out her Dam with pray'rs; That forms you, ir effect, less fair? But all in vain; mamma best knew
If nature on your check bestows
A bloom that emulates the rose,
A form Apelles never kucw,