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Her public wounds bound up, her credit high, | Tho' disappointed thousands justly blame Her commerce spreading sails in ev'ry sky, Thy partial pen, and boast an equal claim, The pleasing scene recalls my theme again, Be this their comfort -- fools omitted here And shows the madness of ambitious men, May furnish laughter or another year. Who, fond of bloodstred, draw the murd'ring Then let Crispino, who was ne'er refus d sword,
The justice yet of being well abus d, And burn to give mankind a single lord. With patience wait, and be content to reign
The follies past are of a private kind, The pink of puppies in some future strain ; Their sphere is sınall, their mischief is confin'd: Some future strain, in whichthe Muse shalltell But daring men there are (awake my Muse! How science dwindles, and how volumes swell; And raise thy verse) who bulder phrenzy choose ; How commentators each dark passage shun, Who, stung by glory, rave and bound away ; And hold their farthing candle to the sun; The world theirfriend,ww human kindtheirprey. How tortur'd texts to speak our sense aremade,
The Grecian chief, th' enthusiast of his pride, And ev'ry vice is to the scripture laid ;
And cannot thrice ten hundred years unpraise And all his joys and sorrows are niistakes.
My own designs; for Tonson's at the gate. With dearth and pestilence to share the crown. The love of faine, in its effects survey'd, When men extol a wild destroyer's name, The Muse; has sung be now the cause display'd, Earth’s Builder and Preserver they blasphemie. Since so diffusive and so wide its sway,
One to destroy is murder by the law; What is this Pow'r whom all mankind obey? And gibhets keep the lifted hand in awe. Shot from above, by Heav'ns indulgence came To murder thousands take a specious name, This gen'roas ardor, ihis unconquer'd flame, War’s glorious art, and gives immortal fame. To warm, to raise, to deify inankind,
When after battle I the field have seen (inen, Still burning brightest in the noblest mind. Spread o'er the ghastly shapes, which once were By large-soul'd men, forthirst of fame renown'd, A nation crush'd! a nation of the brave! Wise laws were fram'd, and secret arts were A realna of death! and on this side the grave ! found; Are there, said I, who from this sad survey, Desire of praise first broke the patriot's rest, This human chaos, carry smiles away? And made a bulwark of the warrior's breast; How did my heart with indignation rise ! It bids Argyle in fields and senates shine : How honest nature swell'd into my eyes ! What more can prove its origin divine? How was I shock'd, to think the hero's trade But, oh! this passion planted in the soul, Of such materials fame and triumph made ! On eagles wings to mount her to the pole,
How guilty these! yet not less guilty they The flaming minister of virtue meant, Who reach false glory' by a smoother way; Set up false gods, and wrong'd her high descent, Who wrap destruction up in gentle words, Ainbition, hence, exerts a doubtful force, Andbows,andsmiles,morefatal ihantheirswords; Of blots and beauties an alternate source ; Who stifle nature, and subsist on art ; Hence Gildon rails, the raven of the pit, Who coin the face, and petrify the heart ; Who thrives upon the carcases of wit: All real kindness for the show discard, And in art-loving Scarborough is seen As inarble polish'd and as marble hard; How kind a patron Polio might have been. Who do for gold what Christians do thro' grace, Pursuit of fanie with pedants fills our school, “With open arms their enemies embrace ;" Aud into coxcombs burnishes our fools; Who give a nud when broken hearts repine ; Pursuit of fame makes solid learning bright, “Thethinnest food on which a wretch can dine;" | And Nowton lifts above a înortal height: Or if they serve you, serve you disinclin'd ; i Chat key of nature, by whose wit she clears And in their height of kindness are unkind. Her long, long secrets of five thousand years. Such courtiers were, and such again may be, Would you then fully comprehend the whole Walpale, when men forgot to copy thee. Why, and in what degrees, Pride sways the soul?
Here cease, my Muse! the catalogue is writ,](For, tho' in all not equally she reigns) Nor one more candidate for fame adinit; Awake to knowledge, and attend my strains.
Ye doctors ! hear the doctrine I disclose, When his heart burns with such a god-like aim As true as if 'twere writ in dullest
prose; Angels and George are rivals for the fame; As if a letter'd dunce had said, " 'uis right," George, who in foes can soft affections raise, And imprimatur usher'd it to light.
Ant charm envenom'd Satire into praise. To glorious deeds this passion tires the mind, Nor human rage alone his pow'r perceives, And closer draws the ties of humankind, But the mad winds and the tuinultuous warest. Confirnis socicty; since what we prize, Even storms (death's fiercest ministers!) forbear, As our chief blessing, must from others rise. And, in their own wild empire, learn 10 .spare. Ambition in the truly noble mind,
Thus nature's self, supporting man's decree, With sister-virtue is for ever join'd;
Styles Britain's Sovereign, Sovereign of the Sea, As in fau'd Lucrece, who with equal dread While sea and air, great Brunswick! shook our l'rom guilt, and shame, by her last conduct fed; state, Her virue long rebell'd in firm disdain, And sported with a king's and kingdom's fate, And the sword pointed at her heart in vain ; Deprivd of what she lov’d, and press'd with fear But, when the slave was threateu'd to be laid Of ever losing what she held most dear, Dead by her side, her love of fame obey'rl. How did Britannia, like Achillest, weep,
In meaner minds ambition works alone; And tell her sorrows to the kindred deep! But with such art puts virtue's aspect on, Hang o'er the floods, and in devotion warm, That not more like in feature, and in mien, Strive for thee with the surge, and fight the The god and mortal in the comic scene *.
storin False Julius, ambush'd in his fair disguise, What felt thy Walpole, pilot of the realm ? Soon made the Roman liberties his prize, Our Palinurus § slept not at the helin,
No mask in basest minds ambition wears, His eyes ne'er clos'd; long since inur’d to wake, Bat in full light prick up her ass's ears ; And outwaich ev'ry star, for Brunswick's sake, All I have sung are instances of this,
By thwarting passions tost, by cares opprest, And prove my theme unfolded, uot amiss. He found thy tempest picturd in his breast.
Ye vain ! desist from your erroneous strife; But now what joys that gloom of heart dispel, Be wise, and quit the false subliine of life. No pow'rs of language but his own, can tell; The true ambition there alone resides,
His own, which Nature, and the Graces form, Where justice vindicates, and wisdom guides ; At will to raise or hush the civil storm. Where inward dignity joins outward state, Our purpose good, as our achievement great ;
$ 52. The Castle of Indolence. An Allegorical Where public blessings public praise attend,
The Castle hight of Indolence,
Where for a little time, alas !
O MORTAL man, who livest here by toil, No pride of thrones, no ferer after fane ;
Do not complain of this thy hard estate : But when the welfare of mankind inspires, That like an cmmet thou must ever roil, And death in view to dear-bought glory fires,
Is a sad sentence of an antient date; Proud conquest then, then regal pomps delight : And, certes, there is for it reason grcat; Then crimes, then triumphs, sparkle in his sight; For, tho'sometimes it makes thee weepandwail, Tumultànd noiseare dear, which with them bring
And curse thy star, and early drudge and late; Ilis people's blessings to their ardent king:
Withouten that would come an heavier bale, But, when those great heroic motives cease, Ilis swelling soul subsides to native peace ;
Loose life, unrnly passions, and discases pale. From tedious grandeur's faded charms withdraws,
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, A sudden foe to splendor and applause,
With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round, Greatly deferring his arrears of fange,
A most enchanting wizard did abide,
Than whomafiend more fell is no where found. Till men and angels jointly shout his name. O pride celestial, which can pride disdain !
It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground: O blest ambition, which can ne'er be vain!
And there a season alween June and May, From one fam'd Alpine hill, which props the
Half prankt with spring, with summer half In whuse deep womb un fathom'd waterslie,(sky,
imbrown'd, Here burst the Rhone and sounding Po,ihereshine
A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, In infant rills the Danube and the Rhine ;
Noliving wight could work, ne cared even for play. From the rich store one fruitful urn supplies, Was nought around bụt images of rest : Whole kingdous smile, a thousand harvests rise. Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns between
In Brunswick such a source the Muse adores, And How'ry beds that sluinb'rous influence Which public blessings thro' half Europe pours, kest,
Amphytrion. + The King in danger by sea. Hom. Il. lib. 1. $ Ecce Deus ramum Lethæo rore madeaten, &c. Virg. I. v.
From “ drove;
From poppies breath'd ; and beds of pleasant What youthful bride can equal her array? green,
" Who can with her for easy pleasure vie ? Where never yet was creeping creature seen * From meal to meadwith gentlewingtostray, Meantime unnumber'd glintering streamlets “ From How'r to flow'r on balmy gales to fly, play'd,
“ Is all she hath to do beneath the radiant sky. And hurled every where their waters sheen; “ Behold the merrg ninstrels of the morn,
That, as they bicker'd thro' the suny glade, “ Theswarmingsongstersofthecarelessgrove, Tho'restless still themselves, a lulling murmur !. Ten thousand throats! that from the flowermade.
“ing thorn Joind to the prattle of the purling rills “Hymniheir goud God, and carolsweeloflore, Were heard the lowing heralong the vale, “ Such grateful kindly raptures them emove: And fioctis lond-bleating from thedistant hills, They neither plough nor sow; ne, fit for fail, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale; “ L'er to the barn the nodding sheares they And now and then sweet Philomelwouldwail, Or Stock-doves 'plain amid the forest deep, “ Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale, That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale; “ Whatever crowns the hill, or siniles along the And still a coil the grasshopper did keep:
“ vale. Ter all these sounds yblent inclin'd all to sleep. “ Outcast of nature, man! the wretched thrall Full in the passage of the vale above,
“ Of bitter-dropping sweat, of swelury, pain, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood ; (move, “Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall, Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to “ And of the vices, an inhuman train,
idleness, fancied in her dreaming mood : “ That all proceed from savage thirst of gain : And up the hills on either side a wood - For when hard-hearted interest first began Of blackening pines, ay waving to and fro, “ To poison earıh, Astrea left the plain ; Sent forth a sleepy horror thro' the blood ; “Guile, violence, and murder, seis'd on man, And where this valley winded out below, “ And, for soft milky streams, with blood the The murmuring inain was heard, and scarcely “ rivers ran. heard, to flow.
“ Come ye who still the cumbrous load of life A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, “ Push hard up hill; buit, as the farthest steep Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; “ You trust to gain, and put an end to strife, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, “ Down thunders back the stone with mighty For ever flushing round a summer sky;
sweep, There eke the soft delights that witchingly “ And hurls your labors to the valley deep, Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, “ For ever vain ; come, and withooten fee And calm the pleasures, always hover'd nigh, "I in oblivion will your sorrows steep,
But whate'er smackid of noyance, or unrest, “ Your cares, your toils; willsteep you in a sea Was far, far off expell’d from this delicious nest. " Of full delighi: oh coine, ye weary wights to The landscape such, inspiring perfect case,
“ me! Where Indolence (for so the wizard bight) “With me you need not rise at early dawn, Close hid his castle 'mid embost'ring trees, “ To pass the joyless day in various sounds; That halfshutoutthebeams of Phæbus bright, “ Or, louting low, on upstart fortune fawn, And made a kind of checquer'd dayand night: And sell fair honor for some paltry pounds : Meanwhile, unceasing at the inassy gate, • Or thro' the city take your dirty rounds, Beneath a spacious palnı, the wicked wight “ 'To cheat, and dun, and lie, and visit pay,
Was plac'd ; and, to his lute, of cruel fate “ Now Aattering base, now giving secret And labor harsh complain'd, lamenting man's
« wounds; estate.
“ Or proul in courts of law for human prey, Thither continual pilgriins crowded still, “ In venal senale thieve, or rob on broad highFrom all the roads of earth that pass thereby ;
way. For, as they chanc'd ro breathe on neighb'ring “ No cocks with me to rustic labor call, hill,
“ From village on to village sounding clear ; The freshness of this valley smote their eye, “ To tardy swains no shrill d-voic'd matrons And drew them over and anon more nigh;
« squall ;
[ear; Till clust'ring round th'enchanter false they “ No dogs, no babes, no wives, to stun your hung,
“ No hamıners thump; no horrid blacksmith Ymolten with his eyren melody;
start, While o'er th'enfeeblinglure his hand heflung “ No noisy tradesmen your sweet slumbers And to the trembling chords those tempting “ With sounds that are a misery to hear : verses Sung:
“ But all is calm, as would delight the heart “ Behold! ye pilgrims of this earth, behold! “Of Sybarite of old, all nature and all art. “ See all but man, with uniearn'd pleasure gay, “ Here nought but candor reigns, indulgent “ See her bright robes the butterfly unfold,
[down. " Broke from her wintry tombinprimeof May! “Goed-natur'd lounging, saunt'ring up and
“ They who are pleas'd themselves must al. Tho' some there were who would not further ways please;
And his alluring baits suspected han. (pass, "On others ways they never squint a frown, The wise distrust the too fair spoken man; “Nor heed what haps in hamlet or in town. Yet through the gate they cast a wishful eye : " Thus, from the source of tender indolence, Not to move on, forseoth, is all they can; “With milky blood the heart is overflown, For, do their very best, they cannot fly;
Is sooth'd and sweeten'd by the social sense : But often cach way look, and often sorely sigh. " For int’rest, envy, pridle, and strife are
When this the watchful wicked wizard saw, banish'd hence.
And, soon as touch'd by his unhallow'd paws “What, what is virtue, but repose of mind ?
They found themselves within the cursed gate; “ A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm;
Full hard to be repass'd, like that of fate. “ Above the reach of wild ambition's wind, “ Above those passions that this world deform,
Not stronger were of old the giant crew
Who sought to pull high Jove from regal state; " And torture man, a proud malignant worm! But here instead, soft gales of passion play, Certes, who bides his grasp, will that encounter
Tho’ feeble wretch he seem'd of sallow hue, " And gently stir the heart, thereby to form
" A quicker sense of joy; as breezes stray " Across thenlivend skies, and make them
For, whomsoe'er the villain takes in hand, " still more gay:
Their joints uuknit, their sinews melt apace, “ The best of inen have ever lov'd repose ;
As lithe they grow as any willow wand, “They hate to mingle in the filthy fray;
And of theirvanquish'd force remains no trace. " Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor
So when a maiden fair, of molest grace,
In all her buxom blooming May of charms, “ Embitter'd more from peevish day to day.
Is seis': in some losel's hot embrace, • Ev'n those whom fame has lentherfairestray, Then sighing yields her up to love's delicious
She waxeth very weakly as she warms, “ The most renown'd of worthy wights of yore,
harnis. From a base world at last have stol'n away. "So Scipio, to the soft Cumæan shore Wak'd by the crowd, slow from his bench arosc " Retiring, tasted joy he never knew before. A comely full-spread porter, swoln with sleep;
His calm, broad, thoughtless aspect breath'd “ But if a little exercise you choose,
repose, “ Some zest for ease, 'tis not forbidden here.
And in sweet torpor he was plunged deep, “ Amid the groves you may indulge the Muse; Hecould himself from ceaseless yawning keep: “ Or tend the blooms, and deck the vernal
While o'er his eyes the drowsy liquor ran,
Thro which his half-wak'd soul would « Or softly stealing, with rour watery gear,
faintly peep; “ Along the brooks, the crimson-spotted fry Then taking his black staff, he call'd his man, “You may delude: the whilstamus'd you hear Androus’dhimselfasmuchas rouse himself hecan. “ Now the lioarse stream, and now the ze
The lad leap'd lightly at his master's call, "phyr's sigh, “ Attuned io the birds and woodland melody,
He was, to weet, a little roguish page,
Save sleep and play who minded not at all, “O grievous folly! to heap up estate, Like most the untaught striplings of his age. “Losing the days you see beneath the sun;
This boy he kept each band to disengage, “ When,sudden,comes blindunrelentingfate,
Garters, and buckles, task for him unfit, “ And gives the untasted portion you have won But ill-becoining his grave personage, “ With ruthless wil, and many a wretch un
And which his porily paunch would not “ done,
freign, “ To those who mock you gone to Pluto's So this same limber page to all performed it.
permit; “There with sad ghosts to pine, and shadows
Meantime the master-porter wide display'd “ dun:
Great store of caps, of slippers, and of gowns; “ But sure it is of vanities most vain, (tain."
Wherewith he those who enter'd in array'd, " To toil for wliat you here untoiling may ob
Loose as the breeze that plays along the downs, Heceas'd. Butstilltheirtremblingearsretain'd And waves the summer-woods when evening The deep vibrations of his 'witching song;
frowns. That by a kind of magic pow'r constrain'd O fair undress, best dress! it checks no rein, To enter in, pell-inell, the list'ning throng.
But ev'ry flowing limb in pleasure drowns, Heapspour donheaps andye they slipp'd along. And heighiens ease with grace. This done, In silent ease; as when beneath the beam
right fain, Of summer moons, the distant woods among, Sir porter sathimdown, and turn'd to sleep again. Or by some food all silver'd with the gleam,
Thus easy robid, they to the fountain sped, The soft embodied fays thro' airy portal stream. That in the middle of the court up-threw
By the smooth demon so it order'd was, A stream, high spouring from its liquid bed, And here his taneful bounty first began: And falling back again in drizzly dew:
There each deep draughts, as deep he thirsted! The pride of Turkey and of Persian land ? drew.
Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, It was a fountain of Nepenthe rare : (grew, And couches stretch around in seemly band; Whence, as Dan Hoiner sings, huge pleasaunce And endless pillows rise to prop the head ;
And sweet oblivion of vile earthly care ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling Fair gladsoine waking thoughts, and joyous
bed. dreams more fair.
And every where huge cover'd rables stood, This rite perforin'd, all inly pleas'd and still, With wines high flavor'd and rich viands Withouten tromp rvas proclamation inade : crown'd; “ Ye sons of Indolence, do what you will; Whatever sprightly juice or tasteful food "And wander where you list, thro' hallorglade! On the green bosom of this earth are found, “ Be no man's pleasure for another's staid ; And all old ocean genders in his round: “ Let each as likes him best his hours employ; Some hand unseen these silently display d, “ And curs'd be he who minds his neigh- Ev'n uudemanded by a sign or sound: « bour's trade !
You need but wish; and instantly obey'd, " Here dwells kind ease and unreproving joy: Fair rang'd the dishes rose, and thick the glasses “ He little merits bliss who others can annoy. play'd. Straight of these endless nuiabers, swarming Here freedom rcign'd without the least alloy; round,
Nor gossip's tale, nor antient maiden's gall, As thick as idle motes in sunny ray,
Nor saintly spleen, durst murmur at our joy, Not one eftsoons in view was io be found, And withenvenom'd tongue our pleasures pall
. But ev'ry man strolld off his own glad way. For why? there was but one great rule for all; Wide o'er this ample court's blank area, To wit, that each should work his own desire, With all the lodges that thereto pertain'd, And eat, drink, study, sleep, as it may fall, No living crcature could be seen to stray ; Or melt the time in love, or wake the lyre,
While solitude and perfect silence reign'd: And carol what, unbid, the Muses might inspire. So thai to think you dream'd you almost was
The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, constraind.
Where was enwoven many a gentle tale ; As when a shepherd of the * Hebrid Isles, Such as of old the rural poets sung, Plac'd far amid the melancholy inain,
Or of Arcadian or Sicilian vale : (Whether it be lone fancy hin beguiles, Reclining lovers, in the lonely dale, Or that aërial beings sometimes deign
Pourd forth at large the sweetly tortur'd heart, "To stand, embodied, to our senses plain) Or, sighing tender passion, sweld the gale, Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, And taughtcharnı'dechotoresoundtheir smart; The whilst in ocean Phæbus dips in wain, While flocks, woods, streams, around repose A vast assembly moving to and fro:
and peace impart. Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous
Those pleasd the most, where, by a cunning show.
Depainted was the patriarchal age; [hand, Ye gods of quiet and of sleep profound, WhattimeDan Abraham left the Chaldeeland, Whose soft dominion o'er this castle sways, And pastur'd on from verdant stage to stage, And all the wildly silent places round, Where fields and fountains fresh conld best Forgive me if my trembling pen displays
engage. What never yet was sung in mortal lays. Toil was not then. Of nothing took they heed, But how shall l'attempt such arduous string. But with wild beasts the sylvan war 10 waze, I who have spent my nights and nightly days And o'er vast plains their herds and flocks to In this soul-deadening place, loose loitering?
feed : Ah! how shall I for this uprearmy moulted wing? Blest sons of Nature they! true golden ageindeed!
Come on, my Muse, nor stoop to low despair Sometimes the pencil, in cool airy halls,
Thou yet shalt sing of war, and actions fair, Or autumn's varied shades imbrown the walls:
The sages calm, the patriot's noble rage, And now rude mountains frown amid the skies; Dashingcorruptiondownthro'ev'ry worthless age. Whate'er Lorrain light-touch'd with softning The doors, that knew no shrill alarming bell,
hue Ne cursed knocker plied by villain's hand, Or savage rosa dash'd, or learned Poussin drew. Self-open'd into halls, where, who can tell Each sound too here to languishment inclin'd, What elegance and grandeur wide expand, Lul'd the weak bosum, and induced case, • Those islands on the western coast of Scotland, called chę Hebrides,