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. Restore the Lock! she cries; and all around, Why hade ye else, ye pow'rs! her soul aspire Restore the Lock! the vaulted roofs rebound. Above the vulgar fight of low desire ! Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain
Ambition first sprung from your blest abodeš, Roard for the handkerchief that caus'd his pain. The glorious fault of angels and of gods ! But see how oft ambitious aims are crossid, Thence to their images on earth it tows, And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost ! And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows. The Lock, obtain’d with guilt, andkeptwithpain, Most souls 'tis true, but peep out once an age, In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: Dull, sullen pris'ners in the body's cage; With such a prize no mortal must be blest, Dim lights of life, that burn a length of years, Solicaven decrees! With heaven who can contest: Cseless; unseen, as lainps in sepulclires; Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Like eastern kings, a lazy state ihey keep, Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there. And close confin’d in their own palace sleep: There hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases, From these perhaps (ete Nature bid her die) And beaux in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. Fate snatch'd her carly to the pitying sky. There broken vowsand death-bed alms are found, As into air the purer spirits flow, And lovers' hearts with ends of ribbands bound; And separate from their kindred dregs below, The courtier's promises, and sick man's pray’rs, So flew the soul to its congenial place, The smiles of harlots, and the rears of heirs, Vor left one virtue to redecin her race. Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea, But thou false guardian of a charge too good, Dried butterflies, and toines of casuistry. Thou mean deserter of thy brother's blood?
But trust the Muse she saw it upward rise, See on these ruby lips the trembling breath, Tho' mark'd by none but quick poetic eyes :
These cheeks, now lading at the blast of death; So Rome's great founder lò the heavens with Col·listhat breath which warı'd the world before, To Proculus alone confest in view. [drew, And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. A sudden star, it shot thro' liquid air,
This, if eternal Justice rules the bail, And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. Thus shall your wives and thus your children fall; Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright,
On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, The heaven's bespångling with dishevell'd light, and frequent hearses shall besiege your gates ; The Sylphs beheld it kindling as it flies, There passengers shall stand ; and pointing say And pleas'd pursue its progress thro' the skies. (While the long fun'rals blacken all the way),
This the Beau-ionde shall from the Mall sur-Lo! these were they whose souls the Furies steeld, And hail with music its propitious ray ; [vcy, And curs’d with hearts unknowing how to yield, This the blest Lover shall for Venus take,
Thus ulamented pass the proud away, And send up yow's from Rosamonda's lake. The gaze of fools, and pagcant of a day! This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless skies, So perish all whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow When next he looks thro' Galilæo's eyes; For others' good or melt at others' woe. And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom What can atone, oh erer-injur'd shade! The fate of Louis and the fall of Rome. Thy fate upitied, and thy rites unpaid? Then cease, bright nymph! to mourn thy ra- No friend's complaint, 110 kind domestic tear, vish'd hair,
Pleas'd thy pale zhost, orgrac'd thy mournfulbiet: Which adds new glory to the shining sphere ! By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, Not all the tresses that fair bead can boast, By foreign hands thy decent límbs compos'd, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. By foreign hands thy humble gravc adurn’d, For, after all the murlers of your eye,
By strangers honor’d, and by strangers inourn'd! When, after millions slain yourself shall die ;
What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear, When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, Grieve for an hour, perhaps then mourn a year, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust; And bear about the mockery of woe This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame, To midnight dances and the public show; And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's naine. What tho' no weeping loves thy ashes grace,
Nor polish'd marble cmulate thy face;
What tho' no sacred earth allow thee room, $11. Elegytothe Memoryof an Unfortunate Lady. Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb;
Pope. Yet shall thy grave with rising Pow'rs bedress’d, What beck'ning ghoșt along the moon- And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast. light shade,
There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, Inrites my steps, and points to yonder glade ? There the first roses of the year shall blow; "Tis she !--but why thai bleeding bosom gor'd! While angels with their silver wings o'ershade Why dimly gleams the visionary
sword? The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made. Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell,
So peaceful rests, without a stone, a namne, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? What once had beauty, titles, wealth and faine, To bear too tender or too firm a heart,
How lov’d, how honor'd once, avails thee not, į To act a Lover's or a Roman's part?
To whom related, or hy whom begot : Is there no bright reversion in the sky
A heap of dust alone remains of thee; For those who greatly think, or bravely dię? 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be !
Poets themselves must fall, like thiose they sung, | The play may pass --- but that strange creature Deaf the prais'd car and mute the tunefultongue. Shore, Ev’n he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays, I can't -- indeed now - I so hate a whoreShall shortly want the zen'rous tear he pays; Just as a blocklead rubs his thonghuess skull, Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part, And thanks his stars he was not born a fool, And the last pang shalt tear thee from his heart; So from a sister sinner you shall hear, Life's idle business at one gasp be v'er,
llow strangely you expose yourself, my
dear!" The Muse forgot, and thou belov'd no more! But let me die, all raillery apart,
Our sex are still forgiving at their heart; $ 12. Prologue to JIr. Addison's Tragedy of Cato. And did not wicked custom so contrive,
We'd be the best good-natur'd things alive. To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
There are, 'tis true, wło tell another tale, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
That virtuous ladies envy while they rail; To make mankind in conscious virtue bold,
Such rage without betrays the fire within; Live o'er each scene, and he what they behold: In some close corner of the soul they sin; For this the Tragic Muse first trod ille stage,
Still hoarding up, inost scandalously nice,
Amidst their virtue's a reserve of vice.
The godly dame, who fieshly failings damns,
Scolds with her maid, or withi her chaplain crams. And foes to virtuę wonderd how they wept. Our Author shuns by vulgar springs to move
Would you enjoy soft nights and solid dinners, The hero's glory, or the virgin's love ;
Faith, gallants, board with saints, and bed with In pitying love we bet our weakness show,
Well, ifour author in the wife offends, (sinners. And wild ambition well deserves its woc..
He has a husband that will make amends : Here tears shall now from a more gen'rous cause, And sure such kind good creatures may be living
He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving ; Such tears as patriots shed for dying laws:
In days of old they pardon'd breach of vows; He bids your breasts with antient ardor rise, And calls forth Roman drops from British eyes. Plu-Plutarch—what's his name that wtites his
Stern Cato's self was no relentless spouse : Virtue confest in human shape he draws, What Plato thought, and godlike Cato was :
Tells us that Cato dearllovid his wife: [life? No common objeci 10 your sight displays,
Yet if a friend a night or so should need her, But what with pleasure ! Icaven itself surveys- To lend a wife, few here would scruple make;
He'd recommend her as a special breeder. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.
But, pray, which of you all would take her back? While Caio gives his little senate laws,
Thoʼ with the Stoic chief our stage may ring, What bosom beats not in his country's cause? The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true,
The Stoic husband was the glorious thing. Who sees him act, but envies ev'ry deed ? Who hears him groan ,and does not wish to bleed? And lov'd his country--but what's that to you? Ev'n when proud Cæsar, ʼmidst triumphal cars,
Those strange examples ne'er were made to fige, The spoils of nations, and the pomp of wars,
But the kind cuckold might instruct the city; Iguobly vain, and impotently great,
There many an honest man may copy Cato, Show'd Rome her Cato's figure drawn in state ;
Who ne'er saw naked sword, or look'd in Plato. As her dead father's res 'rend inage passid,
If, after all, vou think it a disgrace
That Edward's Miss thus perks it in your face; The pomp was darken'd, and the day o'ercast; The triumph ceas'd, tcars gush'd from ev'ry eye ; In all the rest so impudently good! ;
To see a piece of failing flesh and blood The world's great victor pass'd uriheeded by ;
Faith, let the modest matrons of the town Her last good man dejected Rome ador'd,
Come here in crowds;andstarethe strumpetdowa. And honor'd Cæsar's less than Cato's sword. Britons, attend : be worth like this approv'd;
$ 14. The Temple of Fame. Pope. And show, you have the virtue to be mov'd. With honest scorn the first fain'd Cato viewid
In that soft season, when descending show'rs Somelearningarts from Greece whom she subdlu'd, Call forth the greens, and wake the rising
When op'ning buds salute the welcome day, Dare to have sense yourselves ; assert the stage; As baliny sleep had charın d my cares to rest;
And earth relenting feels the genial ray ;
And love itself was banislı'd from my breast, As Cato's self had not disdain'd to hear.
(What time the morn mysterious visions brings, While purer slumbers spread their golden wings)
A train of phantoins in wild order rose; $ 13. Epilogue to Mr. Rowe'sJane Shore. Pope. And, join'd, this intellectnal scene compose ; PRODIGIOUS this! the frail one of our play I stood, methought, betwixt earth, seas, and From her own sex should mercy find to-day! The whole creation open to my eyes;
skies; You might have held the pretty head aside, In air self balanc'd hung the globe below, Peep'd in your fans, been serious thus, and cried Where mountains rise, and circling oceans flow;
Here naked rocks and empty wastes were seen, Iu shaggy spoils here
. Theseus was beheld, There tow'ry cities, and the forests green; And Perseus dreadful with Minerva's shield : Here sailing ships delight the wand 'ting eyes,
There girat Alcides, stooping with his toil, Thete trees and interminglcd temples rise :
Re: ts on his club, and holds th Hesperian spoil: Now a clear sin the shining scene displays, Here Orpheus sings; trees inoving t) the sound, the transient landscape now in clouds decays, Start froin their roots, and form a shade around;
O'er the wide prospect as I gaz'd around, Amphion there the loud creating lyre Sudden I heard a wild promiscuous sound, Strikes, and beholds a sudden Thebes aspire ! Like broken thunders that at distance roar, Oythæron's echoes answer to his call, Or billows murm'ring on the hollow shore : And half the mountain rolls into a wall : Then, gazing up, a glorious pile beheld, There might you see the length'ning spires ascend, Whose tow ring summit ambjent clouds con- The domes swell up, the widening a.ches bend, High on a reck of ice the structure lay, [ceal'd. The growing tow's like exhalations rise Steep its ascent, and slipp'ry was the way; And the huge columns heaye inio the skies. The wond'rous rock like Parian marble shoue, The Eastern front was glorious to behold, And seem'd to distant sight of solid stone.
With diamond Haming, and Barbaric gold, Inscriptions here of various names 1 view'd, There Ninus shone, who spread th Assyrian same, The greater part by hostile time subdued; And the great founder of the Persian name: Yet wide were spread their fame in ages past, There, in long robes, the royal Magi stand, And poets once had prornis'd they should last. Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand": Somné, fresh engrax'd, appeard of wits renown'd; The sage Chaldæans robd in white appear’d, I look'd again, nor conld their trace be found. And Brachmans, deep in desart woods rever'd. Critics I saw, that other names deface, These stapp'd the moon, and call'd th' unbodied And fix their own with labor in their places
shades, Their own, like others, soon their place resigna, To midnight banquets in the limm'ting glades ; Or disappear'd, and left the first behind. Made visionary fabrics round thenu rise, Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone, And airy specires skim before their eyes; But felt th' approaches of too warm a sun;
of Tališınans and Sigils knew the pow'r, For fame, impatient of extremes, decays And careful watch'd the planetary hour. Not more by enyy, than excess of praise. Superior, and alone, Confucius stood, Yet part no injuries of heaven could feel, Who taught that useful science, to be good. Like crystal, faithful to the grasing steel : But, on the South, a long majestic race The rock's high summit, in the temple's shade, of Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace, Nor heai could melt, nor beating storm invade. Who measur'd earth, describ'd the starry spheres, There names inscrib'd unnumber'd ages past,
And trac'd the long records of lunar years.
So Zembla's rocks(the beauteous work of frost) His giant limbs are arm'd in scales of gold.
Between the statues obelisks were plac'd,
And the learn'd walls with hicroglybics gracd. And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play;
Of Gothic structure was the northern side, Eternal snows the growing mass supply, O'erwrought with ornaments of barb'rous pride; Tullthebright mountains prop th’incunbentsky. There huge colossus rose, with trophies crown'd; As Ailas fix'd, each hoary pile appears And Runic characters were grav'd around. The gather's winter of a thousand years.
There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes; On this foundation Fanne's high temple stands; And Odin here in inimic trances dies. Stupendous pile ! not reard by mortal hands. There on rude iron columns, siueard with blood, Whate'er proud Rome or artful Greece beheld, The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood, Or elder Babylon, its frame cxcell'd.
Druidsand bards (thcironce loud harps unstrung), Four faces had the clome, and ev'ry face And youths that died to be by poets sung: Of various structure, but of equal grace : These, and a thousand more of doubtful fame, Four brazen gates, on coluinns lifted high, To whom old fables give a lasting name, Salute th diferent quarters of the sky. In ranks adorn'd the 'Teanple's outward face Here fabled chiefs, in darker ages born,
The wall, in lustre and effect like glass, Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adotn,
Which o'er each object casting various dyes, Who cities rais'd, or tam'd a monstrous tace, Enlarges some, and others multiplics : The walls in yenerable order grace :
Nor void of einblein was the mystic wall; Heroes in animated marble frown,
For thus roinantic Fame increases all. And legislators seem to think in stone.
The Temple shakes, the sounding gates une Westward a sumptuous frontispiece appeard, fold, On Doric pillars of white marble rear'd, Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold; Crownd with an architcave of antient mold, Rais'd on a thousand pillars, wreath'd around And sculpture rising on the roughen'dg. With lajuel foliage, and with cagles crowu'd
Of bright transparent beryl were the walls, In living sculpture on the sides were spread
With heads advanc'd, and pinions stretch'd for
Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. And his horn'd head belied the Lybian god. The youths hung o'er their chariots as they run, There Cæsar, grac'd with both Minervas, shone; The fiery steeds scena starting from the stone : Cæsar, the world's great master, and his own; The champions, in distorted posture, threat : Unmov'd, superior still, in ev'ry 'state, And all appear's irregularly great. And scarce detested in his country's fate,
Here happy Horace tun'd th' Ausonian lyre But chief were those who not for empire fought, To sweeter sounds, and temper'd Pindar's fire : But with their toils their people's safety bought. Pleas'd with Alceus' manly rage t'infuse High o'cr the rest Epaminondas stood; The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse. Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood; The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculptures grace ; Bold Scipio, saviour of the Roman siate, A work outlasting monumental brass. Great in his triumphs, in retirement great ; Here sipiling Loves and Bacchanals appear ; And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind The Julian star, and great Augustus here. With boundless pow'r unbounded virtuo join'd, The Doves that round the infant poet spread His own strict judge, and patron of mankind. Myrtles and baya, liang hor'ring o'er his head.
Much sufføring heroes next their honors claim, Here, in a shrine that cast a dazzling light, Those of less noisy and less guilty fame, Sat fix'd in thought the mighty Stagyrite; Fair Virtue's silent train : supreine of these His sacred head a radiant zodiáo crown'd, Here ever shines the godlike Socrates ; And various animals his sides surround; He whom ungrateful Athens could expel, His piercing eyes, crect, appear in view At all times just but when he sign'd the shell'; Superior workls, and look all nature through. Here his abode the martyr'il Phocion clims, With equal rays immortal Tully shone ; With Agis, not the last of Spartan names ; The Roman rostra dewk'd the consul's throne : Unconquer'd Cato shows the wound he tore; Gath'ring his flowing robe, he second to stand And Brutus his ill genius meets no more. In act to speak, and graceful stretch'd his hand.
But in the coure of the ballow'd choir, Behind, Rome's genius waits with civic crowns, Six poinpous columns o'er the rest aspire ; And the great Faiher of his country owns. Around ihe shrine itself of Fame they stand, These massy columns in a circle rise, Hold the chief honors, and the fane command. Our which a pompous donc invades the skies : High on the first the mighty Homer shone, Scarce to the top I siretch'd my aching sight, Eternal adamant compos'd his throne; So large it spreul, and sweli'd to such a heiglit
. Father of verse! in holy fillets drest,
Full in the inidst proud Fame's imperial seat His silver beard wav'd gently o'er his breast; With jewels blaz'd, magnificently great : Tho' blind, a boldness in his looks appears; The vivid em'ralds there revive the eye, In years he seem'd, but not impair'd by years. The flaming rubies show their sanguine dye, The wars of Troy were found the pillar seen : Brigit azure rays from lively sapphires stream, Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian queen; And lucid auber casts a golden gleam. Here Hector glorious froun Patroclus' fall, With various-color'd light the pavement shone, Here dragg’d in triumph round the Trojan wall: An all on fire appeur'd the glowing throne ; Motion and life did ev'ry part inspire, Thodome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze, Bold was the work, and provid the master's fire ; And forms a rainbow of alternate rays. A strong expression most he seem'd i'affect, When on the Goddess first I cast my sight, And here and there disclos'd a brave neglect. Scarce seem'd her statue of a cubit's height;
A golden coluinn next in rank appear'd, But swellid to larger size, the more I gaz'd, On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd; Till to the roof her tow'ring head she rais'd. Finish'd the whole, and labor'd ev'ry part, With her, the temple ev'ry moment grew ; With patient touches of unwearicd art: And ampler vistas opeu'd. to my view : The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate, Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend, Compos'd his posture, and his look sedate; And arches widen, and long aisles extend. On Homer still he fix'd a rev'rent eye,
Such was her forn, as antient bards have told, Great without pride, in modest majesty. Wings raise her arnis, and wings her feet enfold;
229 BOOK II. DIDACTIC, DESCRIPTIV A thousand busy tongues the Goddess bears, But straight the
Olties in A thousand open eyes, a thousand list'ning Thru'the bigy Bencatn in order rany'd, the tuneful Nine [ears. Loud as the b.
rable. (ller virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine ; The dire report With eyes on Fame for erer fix'd, they sing; In ev'ry car ince ForFame they raise the voice,and tune the string: And gath'ring scann With tiine's first birth began the heavenly lays, From the black trun. And last, cternal, thro' the length of days. Sulphureous flames, an.
Around these wonders as I cast a look, The pois'nous vapor blots The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook; And withers all bcfore it as a And all the nations, summond at the call, A troop came next who cro From différent quarters fill the crowded hall: And proud defiance in their looks i. Of various tongues the mingled soundswereheard; For thee (they cried) amidst alarius anu lo various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd; We sail'd in tempests down the stream on. Thick as the bees that with the spring renew For thee whole nations fill'd withflamesandblow. Their flow'ry toils, and sip the fragrant dew, And swam to empire thro' the purple flood. When the wing'd colonies first tempt the sky, Those ills we dard thy inspiration own; O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly, What vistue seem'd, was done for thee alone. Or settling seise the sweets the blossoins yield, Ambitious fools! (theQueen replied, and frown'd) And a low murmur runs along the field. Be all your acts in deep oblivion drown'd: Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend, There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone ; And all degrees before the Goddess bend; Your statuesmoulder’d,and yournameşunknown; The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage, A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my And boasting youth, and narrative old age. And each majestic phantom sunkin night.[sight, Their pleas were diff'rent, their request the same; Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ; For good and bad alike are fond of Fame. Plain was their dress, and modest was their micu: Some she disgrac'd, and some with honors Great idol of mankind! we neither claim Unlike successes equal merits found. (crown'd; The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame; Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns ; But, safe in desarts from th' applausc of men,, And, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains. Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen.
First at the shrine the learned world appear, "Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight And to the Goddess thus prefer their pray'r; Those acts of goodness which themselves requite. Long have, we soughe i instruct and please o let us still the sccret joy partake, mankind,
To follow virtue er'n for virtue's sake. With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind; And live there men who slight immortal fame? But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none,
Who then with incense shall adore our name? e here appeal to thy superior throne : But, mortals! know, 'tis still our greatest pride On wit and learuing ihe just prize bestow; To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. For Fame is all we must expect below. Rise! Muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath ;
The Goddess beam, and bade the Muses raise These must not sleep in darkness and in death.
[dress'd ; Which still grew sweeter as they wider spread : With feathers crown'd, with gay embroid'ry Less fragrant scents th' unfolding rose exhales, Hither, they cried, direct your eyes, and see Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.
The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry; Next these the good and just, án awful train, Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays; Thus on their knees address the sacred fane : Sprightly at nights, polite are all our days ; Since living virtue is with envy curs'd, Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing care And the best inen are treated like the worst, To
pay due visirs, and aldress the fair : Do thou, just Goddess, call our merits forth, In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could persuades And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth. But still in fancy vanquish'd ev'ry maid Not with bare justice shall yonç act be crownd Of unknown duchesses lewd tales we tell; (Said Fame), but high above desert renown'd: Yet, would the world believe us, all were well. Let fuller notes th' applauding world annaze, The joy let others have, and we the name ; And the loud clarion labor in your praise. And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame.
This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd The queen assents, thetrumpet rends the skies, Preferr'd the same request, and lowly bow'd; And at cach blast a lady's honor dies. (press'd The constant tenor of whose well-spent days Pleas'd with the strange success, vast numbers Vo less desery'd a just steturn of praise. Around the shrine, and made the same request :