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Stung with thoughts of home ; the thoughts of| Whence tumbled headlong from the hieight of home
hite, Rush on his nerves, and call their vigor forth They furnish matter for the tragic Muse. In nuny a vain attempt. How sinks his soul ! Even in the vale, where wisdom loves to dwell, With black despair, what horror till» his heart With friendship, peace, and contemplation When for the dusky spot, which fancy feign'd, join'd, His tufted cottage rising through the snow, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop He meets the roughness of the middle waste, In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Far from the tract, and blest abode of Man; Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, W bile round him night resisuless closes first. And point the parting anguish. Think fond And every tempest, howling o'er his head,
Man Renders the savage wilderness more wild. Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, Then throng the busy shapes into bis mind, That one incessant struggle render life, Of cover'd pits, unfathomably deep,
One scene of 1011, of suffering, and of fate,
And her wide wish Benevolence dilate;
And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Where the fresh mountain from the bottom Betining still, the social passions work. boils,
And here can I forget the generons band', These check his fearful steps; and down he who touchid with human woe, redressire sinks
search'd Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drist, Into the horrors of the gloomy jail? Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Cupilies and unheard, where misery moans? Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Where sickness pines? where thirst and hunge Thro' the wrung bosom of the dying man,
bun, Ilis wife, his children, and his friends unseen. And poor misfortune feels the lash of rice. In rain for him ih' officious wife prepares While in the land of liberty, the land The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; Whose every street and public ineeting glow In vain his little children, peeping out
With open ireedom, little tyrants rag'd? Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, Snatchil the lean morsel from the starring With tears of artless innocence. Alas!
muouth; Nor wife, nor children muore shall he behold, Tore from cold wini'ry limbs the latter'd weed; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve Even robled them of the last of comforts, sleep; The deadly winter sciscs ; shuts up sense; The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain d, And, o'er bis inmost vitals creeping coll, Or, as ifte le rof cruelty prevailid, Lays him along the snow, a ziffened corse At pleasure mark'd him with inglorious stripes; Stretch'd out and bleaching in the northern And crush'd our lives, by secret barbarous wars, blast.
That for their country would have toil'd, or Ah! little think the gay licentions prond,
bled. Whom pleasure, power, and affluence sur-| great design! if executed well, round;
With patient care, and wisdom-temper'd zeal. They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy Ye sons of mercy! yet resume the scarch.; mirth,
Drag forth the legal monsters into light, And wanion, often cruel, riot waste;
Wreuch from their hands oppression's iron rod, Ah little think they, while they dance along, And bid the cruel feel the pains they give, How many lecl, this very inoment, death Much still untouch'd remains; in this rank And all the sad variety of pain.
age, Blow many sivk in the devouring flood, Vuch is the patriot's wreeding hand requird. Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, The tvils of law (wbat dark insidious Men By shaineful variance betwixt Man and Man! liare cumrous added to perplex the rrutti, How inany pine in 'vant, and dungeon glooms; And lenehen simple justice into trade) Shut from the common air, and common use Ilow glorious were the day! that saw these Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup broke, Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread And every Man within the reach ot right. Of misery. Sore pierc'd by wint'ry winds, By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract How many shrink into the sordid hut Of horrid mountains which the shining Alps, Of cheerless poverty: How many shake And wavy Apennine, and Pyrennees, With all the fiercer tortures of the inind, Branch out stupendous into distant lands; Unbounded passion, madness, guilt, remorse; Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave!
• The Jail Committee, in the year 1729.
Burning Burning for blood! bony, and ghaunt, and On equity's wide base; by tender laws grim!
A lively people curbing, yet indampd, Assembling wolves in raging troops descend; Preserving still that quick peculiar fire, And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Whence in the laurel'd field of finer arts, Keen as the north wind sweeps the glossy snow. And of bold freedom, they unequal'd shone. All is their prize. They fasten on the steed, The pride of smiling Greece anii human-kind. Press him to earth, and pierce his enighty heart. Lycurges then, who bow'd beneath the force Nor can the bull his awful front defend, Of strictest discipline severely wise, Or shake the murdering savages away.
All human passions. Following him I see, Rapacious, at the mother's throat they Ay, As at Thermopylæ he glorious fell, And tear the screaming infant from her breast. The firm Devoted Chif*, who prov'd by deeds The godlike face of Man avails bim nought. The hardest lesson which the other taught. Even beanty, force divine! at whose bright Then Arislides lifts his honest front; glance
Spotless of heart, to whom th' unflattering The generous lion stands in soften'di gaze,
voice Here bleeds, a hapless undistinguish'd prey. Of freedom gave the noblest name of Just; But if appriz'il of the severe attack,
In pure majestic poverty rever'd; The country be shut up, lur'd by the scent, Who eren his glory to his country's weal On the church-yards drear (inhuman to relate!) Submitting, swelld a haughty Rival's † fame, The disappointed prowlers fall, and dig Rear’d by his care, of softer ray appears The shrouded body froin the grave; o'er which, Cimon, sweet soul'd; whose genius, rising Mix'd with foul shades, and frighted ghosts,
strong, they honl.
Shook off the load of young debauch ; abroad Among those hilly, regions, where embracd | The scourge of Persian pride, at home the In peacetail sales the happy Grisons dwell
friend Oft, mshing sudden from the loaded cliffs, Of every worth and cvery splendid art; Mountains of snow their gathering terrors roll. Vodest and simple in the pomp of wealth. From steep to steep, loud thundering down Then the last worthies of declining Grecce, they come,
Late call'd to glory, in unequal times, A wint'ry waste in dire commotion all; Pensive
The fair Corinthian boast, And herds, and focks, and travellers, and Timolcon, happy temper! mild, and firm, swains,
Who wept the Brother, while the Tyrant bled. And sometimes whole brigades of marching and equal to the best, the Thelan Pair 1, troops,
Whose virtues, in heroic Concord join'd, Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Their country rais'd to freedom, empire, fame. Are deep beneath the smothering ruin He too, with whom Athenian honor sunk, whelm'd.
And left a mass of sordid lees behind, Now, allamid the rigors of the year, Phocion the Good; in public life severe, In the wild depth of Winter, while without To virtue still inexorably fum; The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat But when, beneath his low illustrious roof, Between the groaning forest and the shore, Sweat and happy wisdom smooth'd his Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,
brow, A rural, shelter il, solitary, scene :
Not friendship softer was, nor love more kind. Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join,
And he, the last of old Lycurgus' sons, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me The generous victim to that rain attempt sit,
To save a rotten state, Agis, who saw And hold high converse with the mighty Even Sparta's self to servile avarice sunk. deud;
The two Achaian heroes close the train: Sages of antient time, as gods reverd,
Aratus, who awhile relum'd the soul As gods beneficent, who blest mankind Of fondly lingering liberty in Greece : With arts, with arms, and humaniz'd a world. And he her darling, as her latest hope, Rous'd at th' inspiring thought, I throw aside The gallant Philopoemen; who to arms The long-livd rolume ; and, deep musing, hail Turn'd the luxurious pomp he could not cure; The sacred shades, that slowly rising pass Or toiling in his farm, a simple swain; Before my wondering eyes. First Socrates, Or, bold, and skilful, thundering in the field. Who, firmly good in a corrupted state,
Of rougher front, a mighty people come ! Against the rage of tyrants single stood, A race of heroes! in wliose virtuous times, Invincible! calm reason's holy law,
Which knew no stain, save that with partial That Voice of God within th' attentive mind, flame Obeying, fearless, or in life, or death ; Their dearest country they too fondly lov'd; Great mortal teacher! Wisest of Mankind ! Her better Founder first, the light of Rome, Sulon the next, who built his cominonweal Numa, who soften'd her rapacious sons :
Pelopidas and Epaminondas.
Servins the King, who laid the solid base The friend and lover of the tuneful throng!
prime The * Public Father, who the Private quelld, of vernal genius, where disclosing fast And on the dread tribunal sternly sad. Each active worth, cach manly virtue lay, lle, whom his thankless country could not Why wert thou ravish'd from our hope so louse,
soon? Camillus, only vengeful to her foes.
What now avails that noble thirst of fanie, Falricus, scorner of all-conquering gold; Which stung thy fervent breast! that treasur'd And Cincinnatus, awful from the plough. Thy Filling Pictim t, Carthage, bursting of knowledge, early gain'd! that eager zeal Jose
To serve thy country, glowing in the band From all that pleading Nature could oppose, Of Youthful Patriots, who sustain her name? From a whole city's tears, by rigid faith What now, alas! that life diffusing charm Imperious call’d, and honor's dire command. Of sprightly wit? that rapture for the Muse, Scipio, the gentle chief, humanely brave, Thai heart of friendship, and that soul of jng, Who soon the race of spotless glory ran, Which bade with softest light thy rirtues And, warm in youth to the Poetic shade
smile? With Friendship and Philosophy retir'd. Ah! only show'd to check our fond pursuits, Tully, whose powerful eloquence awhile And teach our humble hopes that life is rain! Restraind the rapid fate of rushing Rome. Thus in some deep retirement would I pass Unconquer'd Cato, virtuous in extreme. The wintery glooms, with friends of pliant And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart,
soul, Whose steady arin, by awful virtue urg'd, Or blythe, or solemn, as the theme inspir'd: Lifted the Roman steel against thy Friend. With them would search, if Nature's boundless Thousands besides the tribute of a verse
frame Demand; but who can count the stars of hea- Was call’d, late rising from the void of uight, ven?
Or sprung eternal from th' eternal mind; Who sing their influence on this lower world? Its life, iis laws, its progress, and its end.
Behold, who yonder comes ! in sober state, Hence larger prospects of the beauteous whole; Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun: Would, gradual, open on our opening min ds; "Tis Phæbus' self, or else the Mantuan Swain ! And each diffusive harmony unite Great Homer too appears, of daring, wing, In full perfection to th' astonish'd eye. Parent of song! and equal by his side, Then would we try to scan the moral world, The British Muse; join'd hand in hand they which thu' to us it seems embroild, moies
walk," Darkling, full up the middle steep to fame. In higher order; fitted and impelled, Nor absent are those shades, whose skilful By Wisdom's finest hand, and issuing all touch
In general good. The sage historic Muse Pathetic drew thi' impassion'd heart, and Should next conduct us thru the depth of charm'd
time: Transported Athens with the Moral Scene: Show us how empire grew, declin'd, and Nor those who tuneful wak'd th' enchanting fell,
In scatter'd states; what makes the nations First of your kind! society divine !
smile, Still visit thus niy knights, for you reserv'd, Improves their soil, and gives them double And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like
sulis ; yours.
And why they pine beneath the brightest Silence, thou lonely power, the door he thine; skies, See on the hallow'd hour that none intrude, In Nature's richest lap. As thus we talk'd, Save a few choson friends, who sometimes Our hearts would burn within us, would in. deign
hale To bless my humble roof, with sense refin'd ; That portion of divinity; that ray Learning digested well, exalted faith,
Of purest heaven, which lights the public Unsturly'd wit, and humor ever gay,
soul Or from the Muses hill will Pope descend,' Of patriots, and of heroes. But if doom'd, To raise the sacred hour, to bid it smile, In powerless humble fortune, to repress And with the social spirit warm the heart: These ardent risings of the kindling soul ; For tho' not sweeter his own Homer sings, Then, even superior to ambition, we Yet is his life the niore endearing song. Wou'd learn the private virtues ; how to glide Where art thou, Hammond ? thou the dar-Thro'shade, and plains, along the smooliest liug pride,
Marcus Junius Brutus.
Of rural life; or snatch'd away by hope, Or charm the heart, in generous Bevil * show'd Thro' the dim spaces of futurity,
O ihou, whose wisdom, solid yet refin'd, With earnest eye anticipate those scenes W'hose patriot virtues, and consummate skill Of happiness, and wonder ; where the mind To touch the finer springs that move the In endless growth, and infinite ascent,
world, Riscs from state to state, and world to world. Join'd to whate'er the Graces can bestow, But when with these the serious thought is And all Apollo's animating fire, foil'd,
Give thce, with pleasing dignity to shine l'e, shitting for relief, would play the shapes At once the guardian, ornament, and joy, Of frolic fancy; and incessant forin
Of polish'd life ; permit the Rural Muse, Those rapid pictures, that assembled train O Chesterfield, to grace with thee her song! Of Acet ideas, never join'd before,
Ere to the shades again she humbly fies ; Whence lively Wit exciies tu gay surprise ; Indulge her fond ambition in thy train, Or folly-painting Humor, grave himself, (For every Muse has in thy train a place). Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve. To mark thy various full-accomplish'd inind :
Meantinue the village rouses up the tire; To mark that spirii, which, with British scorn, While well-altested, and as well believ'd, Rejects th' allurements of corrupted power ; Heard solemn, goes the goblin-story round: That elegant politeness, which excels, Till superstitious horror creeps o'er all. Even in the judgement of presumptuons France, Or, frequent in the sounding hall they wake The boasted manners of her shining court; The rural gambol. Rustic inirih goes round; That wit, the vivid energy of sense, The simple joke that takes the shepherd's 'The truth of Nature, which, with Attic point, heari,
And kind well-temper'd satire, smoothly keen, Faily pleas d; the long lond laugh sincere ; Stcals thro' the soul, and without pain cor. The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the side-long maid,
Or, rising thence with yet a brighter flame, On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep: O let me hail thee on some glorious day, The leap, the slap, the haul; and, shook to When to the listening scrate, ardent, crowd
Britania's sons, to hear her pleaded cause. Of native music, the respondent dance. Then dress'd by thee, more amiably fair, Thus jocund fleets with them the Winter Truth the soft robe of mild persuasion wears; night.
Thou to assenting reason giv'st again The city swarms intense. The public Her own enlighten'd thought; call'd from the haunt,
heart, Full of each thenie, and warın with mix'd dis. Th' obedient passions on thy voice attend; course,
And even reluctant party feels awhile Huins indistinct. The sons of riot flow Thy gracious power; as thro' the various maze Down the loose streanı of false enchanted joy, Of'eloquence, now smooth, now quick, now To swift destruction. On the rankled soul
strong, The gaming fury falls: and in one gulph . Profound and clear, you roll the copious food. Of total ruin, honor, virtue, peace,
To thy lov'd haunt return, my happy Muse : Friends, families, and fortune', headlong sink. For now, behold the joyous Winter days, Up springs the dance along the lighted dome, Frosty, succeed: and thro' the bluc serene Mind and evolv' a thousand sprightly ways. For sight tou fine, the ethereal nitre Hies ; The glittering court ef?uses every pompi Killing infectious damps, and the spent air The circle deepens ; beam'd from gaudy robes ; Storing afresh, with elemental life, Tapers and sparkling gems, and radiani eyes, Close crowds the shining atmosphere; and A soft effulgence u'er the palace waves ;
binds While, a gay insect in his summer-shine, Qur strengthen'd bodies in its cold embrace, The fop, light-fluttering, spreads his ineanly Constringent ; feeds, and aniinates our blood ; wings.
Refines our spirits through the new-strung Dread o'er the scene, the ghost of ļIamlet nerves, stalks,
In swifter sallies darting to the brain ; Othella rages ; poor Monimia mourns ; Where sits the soul intense, collected, cool, And Belvidera pours her soul in love, Bright as the skies, and as the season keew; Terror alarıns the breast, the comely tear All Nature feels the renovating force Srecis o'er the cheek: or else the Comic Muse Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye Holds to the world a picture of itself,
In ruin seen. 'The frost concocted glebe And raises sly the fair impartial laugh. Draws in abundant vegetable soul, Sometimes she ļifts her sirain, and paints the And gathers vigor for the coming year.
A stronger glow sits on the lively check Of beauwous life; whate'er can deck mankind, Of ruddy fire; and luculent along • A character in the Conscious Lovers, written by Sir Richard Steele,
The purer rivers fow; their sullen deeps, Batavia rushes forth ; and as they sweep,
Nor less ihe northern courts, wide o'er the Derivd, thou secret all-invading power,
snow, Whom even the illusive fluid cannot fly? Pour a new pomp. Eager, on rapid sleds, Is not thy potent energy, unseen,
Their vigorous youth in bold contention wheel Myriads of little salts, or houk'd or shap'd The long resounding course. Meantime, to Like double wedges, and diffus'd immense Thro' water, earth, and cther? llence at ere, The manly strife, with highly blooming charms, Steam'd eager from the red horizon round, Flush'd by the season, Scandinavia's dames, With the fierce rage of Winter deep suffus'd, Or Russia's buxom daughters, glow around. An icy gale, ofl' shilling, o'er the pool
Pure, quick, and sportful, is the wholesome Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career
day: Arrests the bickering stream. The loosen'd ice, But soon elaps’d. The horizontal sun, Let down the flood, and half-dissolv'd by day, Broad o'er the south, hangs at its utmost noon. ; Rustles no inore; but to the sedgy bank And, ineffi ctual, strikes the gelid cliff: Fast grows, or gathers round the pointed stone, His azure gloss the mountain still maintains, A crystal pavement, by the breath of heaven Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the vale Cemented firin ; till, seis'd from shore to shore, Relents awhile to the reflected ray; The whole imprison'd river growls below. Or from the forest falls the cluster d snow, Loud rings the frozen earth, and hard reflects Myriads of gems, that in the waving gleam A double noise ; while at his evening watch, Gay twinkle as they scarter. Thick around 'The village-slog deters the nightly thief; Thunder the sport of those, who with the gun, The heifer lows; the distant water-fall And dog impatient bounding at the shot, Swells in the breeze; and, with the hasty Worse than the season, desolate the fields; tread
And adding to the ruins of the veas, Of traveller, the hollow-sounding plain Distress the footed or the feather'd game. Shakes from afar. The full ethereal round, But what is this? Our infant Winter sinks, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view,
Divested of its grandeur, should our eye Shines out intensely keen; and all one cope Astonishi'd shoot into the Frigid Zone; Of starry glitter glows from pole to pole. Where, for relentless months, continual night From pole to pole the rigid influence falls, Holds o'er the glittering waste her starry reigi. Thro' the still night, incessant, heavy, strong, There, thro' the prison of unbounded wilds, And seises Nature fast. It freezes on ; Barr'd by the hand of Nature from escape, Till morn, late rising o'er the drooping world, Wide-rvams the Ruffian exile. Vought around Lifts her pale eye unjoyous. Then appears Strikes his sad eye, but desarts lost in snow; The various labor of the silent night :
And heavy-loaded groves ; and solid foods, Prone from the dripping cave, and dumb cas- That stretch athwart the solitary vast, carle,
Their icy horrors to the frozen main ; Whose idle torrents only seem to roar,
And cheerless tonns far distant, never bless'd, The pendant icicle; the frost-work fair, Save when its annual course the caravan Where transient hues, and fancy'd tigures rise; Bends to the golden coast of rich Cathay*, Wide spouted o'er the hill, the frozeur brook, With news of human kind. Yet there life A livid tract, cold-cleaming on the morn ;
glows; The forest bent beneath the pluniy wave; Yet cherish'd there, beneath the shining waste, And by the frost refind the whiter snow, The furry nations harbor ; tipt with jet, Incrusted hard, and sounding to the tread Fair ermines, spotless as the snows they press; Of early shepherd, as he pensive seeks Sables of glossy black; and dark embrown'd, His pining Hock, or from the mountain top, Or beauteous streak’d with many a mingled Pleas'd with the slippery surface, snift de- hue, scends.
'Thousands besides, the costly pride of courts. On blithsome frolics bent, the youthful There, warm together press'd, the trooping swains,
deer While every work or Van is laid at rest, Sleep on the new-fallen snows; and, scarce his Fond o'er the river crowd, in various sport
head And revelry dissolv’d; where mixing glad, Rais'd o'er the heapy wreath, the branching Hlappiest of all the train! the raptur'd boy
elk Lashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss. Branch'd out in many a long canal extends, The ruthless hunter wants not dogs nor toils, Fron every province swarming, void of care, Nor with the dread of sounding bows he drive *Theold name for China,