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Whole heaps of silver tokens, nightly paid She said. They bow'd : and on their shield The careful wife or the neat dairy-maid,
up-bore Sunk not his stores, with smiles and powerful With shouts their new-saluted emperor. bribes
Even Oriel smil'd: at least to smile he strore, He gain'd the leaders of his neighbour tribes, And hopes of vengeance triumph'd over love. And ere the night the face of heav'n had See now the inourner of the lonely shade changd,
By gode protected, and by hosts obey'd, Beneath his banners half the fairies rang'd. A slave, a chief, by fickle Fortune's play, Mean-while drivin back to earth, a lonely In the short course of one revolving day. way
What wonder if the youth, so strangely blest, The cheerless Albion wander'd half the day, Felt his heart flutter in his little breast! A long, long journey, choak'd with brakes and His thick-embatteld troops, with secret pride, thorns,
He views extended half an acre wide; Ill-measur'd by ten thousand barley-corns. More light he treads, more tall he seems to rise, Tir'd out at length, a spreading stream he spy'd And struts a straw-breadth nearer to the skies. Fed by old Thame, a daughter of the tide : O for thy Muse*, great Bard, whose lofty 'Twas then a spreading stream, though now, its strains fame
In batile join'd the Pygmies and the Cranes! Obscur'd, it bears the creek's inglorious name, Each gaudy knight, had I that warmth divine, And creeps, as through contracted bounds it Each color'd legion in my verse should shine, strays,
But simple I, and innocent of art, A leap for boys in these degen’rate days. The tale, that sooth'd my infant years, impart,
On the clear crystal's verdant bank he stood, The tale I heard whole winter eves, untir'd, And thrice look'd backward on the fatal,wood, Anıl sing the battles, that my nurse inspir'd. And thrice he groan'd, and thrice he beat his Now the shrill corn-pipes, echoing loud breast,
to arms, And thus in tears his kindred gods address d. To rank and file reduce the straggling swarms.
• If true, ye wat'ry powers, my lineage came Thick rows of spears at once with sudden • From Neptune mingling with a mortal danie; glare, • Down to his court, with coral garlands A grove of needles, glitter in the air; • crown'd,
Loose in the wind small ribbon streamers • Through all your grottoes saft my plaintive flow, • sound,
Dipt in all colors of the heav'nly bow, • And urge the god, whose trident shakes the And the gay host, that now its march pursues, earth,
Glearns o'er the meadows in a thousand hues. • To grace his offspring, and assert my
birth.' On Buda's plains thus formidably bright, He said. A gentle Naiad heard his prag'r, Shone Asia's sons, a pleasing drearlful sight. And, touch'd with pity for a lover's care, In various robes their silken troops were seen, Shoots to the sea, where low beneath the tides The blue, the red, and prophet's sacred green: Old Neptune in th' unfathom'd depth resides. When blooming Brunswick near the Danube's Rovs'd at the news, the sea's stern sultan swore flood, Revenge, and scarce from present arms forbore; First stain'd his maiden sword in Turkish But first the nymph his harbinger he sends,
blood. And to her care his fav'rite boy coinmends. Unseen and silent march the slow brigades As through the Thames her backward course Through pathless wilds, and unfrequented she guides,
shades, Driven up his current by the refluent tides, In hope already, vanquish'd by surprise, Along his banks the piging legions spread In Albion's power the fairy empire lies ; She spies, and haughty Oriel at their head. Already has he seis'd on Kenna's charios, Soon with wrongd Albion's name the host she and the glad beauty trembles in his arins. fires,
The march concludes ; and now in prospect And counts the ocean's god among his sires ;
near, • The ocean's god, by whom shall be o'er- But fenc'd with arms, the hostile towers • thrown
appear : • (Styx heard his oath) the tyrant Oberon. For Oberon, or Druids falsely sing, • See here beneath a toadstool's deadly gloom Wore his prime visir in a magic ring, Lies Albion : Himn the Fates your leader A subtle spright, that opening plots foretold • doom.
By sudden dimness on the beamy gold. • Hear and obey; 'tis Neptune's powerful call, Hence, in a crescent form’d, his legions bright • By him Azuriel and his king shall fall.' With beasing bosoms waited for the fight;
• Mr. Addison.
To charge their foes they march, a glitt'ring! His fall the Dryads, with loud shrieks deband,
plore, And in their van doth bold Azuriel stand. By sister Naiads echo'd froin the slıore, What rage that hour doth Albion's soul Thence down to Neptune's secret rcalms conpossess,
vey'd, Let chiefs jinagine, and let lovers guess! Through grots and glooms, and many a coral Forth issuing from his ranks, that strove in vain shade. To check his course, athwart the dreadful The sea's great sire, with looks denouncing plain
war, He strides indignant: and with haughty cries The trident shakes, and nounts the pearly carr: To single fight the fairy prince defies. With one stern frown the wide-spread deep
Forbcar, rash youth, th' unequal war to try; deformis,
tides, My words are vain - no words the wretch can Now high, now low, the bounding chariot move,
rides, By beauty dazzled, and bewitch'd by love: "Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwind's Ise longs, he buriis to win the glorious prize, And sees no danger, while he sees her eyes. It shoots, and lands him on the destin'd shore.
Now from each host the eager warrior siart, Now fix'd on earth his tow'ring stature stood, And furious Albion Aings his hasty dart : Hung o'er the inountains, and o'erlookid the "Twas feather'd from the bee's transparent wing, And its shaft ended in a hornet's sting; To Brumpton's orore one ample stride he took, But, toss'd in rage, it Acw without a wound, (The vallevs irembled, and the forest shook) High o'er the foe, and guiltless pierc'd the The next huge step reach'd the devoted shade, ground.
Where choak d in blood was wretched Albion Not so Azuriel's : with unerring aim Too near the needle-pointed javelin caine, 'Vhere now the vanquish’d, with the victors Drove through the seven-fold shield and silken join'd, vest,
Beneath the regal banners stood combin'd. And lightly ras'd the lover's ivory breast. Th' embattlerl dwarfs with rage and scorn Rous'd at ihe smart, and rising to the blow, With his keen sword he cleaves his fairy foe, And on their town his eye vindictive cast : Sheer frow the shonlder to the waist he cleaves, Its deep foundations its strong trident cleaves, And of one arın thie tolt'ring trunk bercaves. And high in air in' uprooted empire heaves ; His useless steel brave Albion wields no On his broad engine the vast ruin hung, miore,
Which on the foe with force divine he Aung; But sternly smiles, and thinks the combat o'er; Aghast the legions in th' approaching shade, So had it been, had aught of mortal strain, Th'inverted spires and rocking domes survey'd, Or less than fairy felt the deadly pain. That downward tunıbling on the host below But empyreal forms, howe'er in sight
Crush'd the whole nation at one dreadful blow. Gashid and dismember'd, easily unite. Towers, arms, nymphs, warriors, are together As some frail cup of China's purest mold,
lost, With aznre varnish'd, and bedrop'd with And a whole empire falls to sooth sad Albion's gold,
ghost. Though broke, if cur’d by some nice virgin's Such was the period, long restraind by Fate, hands,
And such the downfal of the fairy state. In its old strength and pristine beauty stands ; This dale, a pleasing region, not unblest, The tumults of the boiling Bohea braves, This dale possess d ihcy; and had still posAnd holds secure the Coffee's sable waves :
sessid, So did Azuriel's arın, if fame sav true,
Flad not their monarch, with a father's pride, Rejoin the vital trunk whence first it grew; Rent from her lord th' inviolablc bride, Anil, whilst in wonder fix'd poor Albion stood, Rash to dissolve the contract seal'd above, Plung d the curs'd sabre in his heari's warın The solemn vows and sacred bonds of love. blood.
Now, wliere his elves so briglitly danc'd the. The golden broidery tender Milkah wove,
round, The breast to Kenoa sacred and to love, No violet breathes, nor daisy paints the ground; Lie rent and mangled : and the gaping wound His towers and people fill one common grave, Pours out a flood of purple on the ground. A shapeless ruin, and a barren cave. The jetly lustre eickens in his eyes;
Bencath hnge hills of smoakiug pile. hic lay On his cold cheeks the bloomy freshness dies ; Stun'd and confounded a whole summer's day.
Oh Kenna, Kenna, thrice he try'd to say, At length awak'd (for what cau long restrain Keuna, furewell :' and sigh'd his soul away. Unbody'd spirits!, bui anak d in pan:
And as he saw the desolated wood,
First leader of the flowery race aspires, And the dark den where once his empire stood, And foremost catches the sun's genial fires, Grief chill'd his heart : in his half-open'd eyes 'Midst frosts and snows triumphant dares apo In every oak a Neptune seemi'd to rise :
pear, He fled: and left, with all his trembling peers, Mingles the seasons, and leads on the year. The long possession of a thousand years. Deserted now of all the pigmy race, Thro' bushi, thro' brake, thro' groves and Nor man nor fairy touch'd this guilty place. gloomy dales,
In heaps on heaps, for many a rolling age, Thro' dank and dry, o'er streams and flowery It lay accurs', the mark of Neptune's rage ; vales,
'Till great Nassau recloath'd the desart shade, Direct they fled; but often look'd behind, Thence sacred to Britannia's monarchs made. And stop'd and stariled at each rustling wind. 'Twas then the green-rob'd nymph, fair Kenna, Wing'd with like fear, his abdicated bands Disperse, and wander into different lands ; (Kenna that gave the neighb'ring town its Pari did beneath the Peak's deep caverns lie,
name) In silent glooms impervious to the sky; Proud when she saw th' ennobled garden shine Part on fair Avon's margin seek repose,
With nymphs and heroes of her lover's line. Whose stream o'er Britain's midmost region She vow'd to grace the mansions once her own, flows,
And picture out in plants the fairy town. Where formidable Neptune never came,
To far-fam'd Wise her flight unseen she sped, And seas and ocean's are but known by fame; And with gay prospects filled the craftsman's Some to dark woods and secret shades retreat,
head, And some on mountains choose their airy seat. Soft in his fancy drew a pleasing scheme, There haply by the ruddy damsel seen, And plau'd that landskip in a morning dream. Or shepherd-boy, they featly foot the green, With the sweet view the sire of gardens fir'd, While from their sieps a circling verdure springs; Attempts the labor by the nymph inspir'd, But fly from towns, and dread the courts of The walls and streets in rows of yew designs, kings.
And forms the town in all its antient lines; Mean-while sad Kenna, loth to quit the The corner trees he lifts more high in air, grove,
And girds the palace with a verdant square : Hung o'er the body of her breathless love, Nor knows, while round he views the rising Try'devery art (vain arts !) to change his doom, scenes, Aud vow'd (vain vows !) to join him in the He builds a city as he plants his greens. tomb.
With a sad pleasure the aërial
maid What cou'd she do? the Fates alike deny This image of her antient realm survey'd ; The dead to live, or fairy forms to die.
How chang'i, how fallen from its primera! An herb there grows (the same old * Homer pride! tells
Yet here each moon, the hour her lover dy'd, Ulysses bore to rival Circe's spells)
Each moon his solemn obsequies she pays, Its root is ebon-black, but sends to light And leads the dance beneath pale "Cynthia's A stein that bends with flow'rets milky white,
$ 154. A Moral Epistle. A flower, that first in this sweet garden smild, Through the wild maze of life's still varying To virgins sacred, and the Snow-drop styl'd.
plan, The new-born plant with sweet regret she Bliss is alone th’important task of man. view'd,
All else is trifling, whether grare or gay, Warm'd with her sighs, and with her tears be- A Newton's labors, or an infant's play; dew'd,
Whether this vainly wastes th'unheeded sun, Its ripen'd seeds from bank to bank convey'd, Or those more vainly mark the course it run; And with her lover whiten'd half the shade. For of the two, sure smaller is the fault, Thus won froin death each spring she sees him To err unthinking, than to err with thought; grow,
But if, like them, we still must trifles use, And glories in the vegetable snow,
Harınless at least, like theirs, be those me Which now increas iš through wide Britannia's choose. plains,
Enough it is that reason blames the clioice, Iis pareni's warmth and spotless name retains; Join uot to her's the wretch's plaintive voice;
Odyss. I, 10.
Be folly free froin guilt: let foplings play, Though all were full as high as thought can Or write, or talk, or dress, or die away.
soar, Let those, if such there be, whose giant-mind "Till fancy fires, and wishes crave no more : Superior tow'rs above their pigmy kind, Let lorely woman ariless charms display, Unaided and alone, the realms explore,
Where iruth and goodness bask in beauty's ray; Where hail and snow renew their treasur'd Let heav'nly welorly luxuriant float store *
In swelling sounds; and breathe the melting Lo! hear'ı spreads all its stars ; let those ex
Let gen'rous wines enliv'ning thoughts inspire, What balanced pow'rs the rolling orbs sustain ; While social converse sooths the genial fire: Nor in more humble scales, pernicious weigh If aught can yet more potent charms dispense, Sense, justice, truth, against seducing pay. Some stronger rapture, some sublimer sense : So distant regions shall employ their thought, Be these enjoy'd - Then froin the crowd arise And spotless senates here remain unbought. Some chief, in life's full pride maturely wise. Well had great f. Charles, by early want in- Ev’n you, my Lord, with titles, honors grac'd, spird,
And higher still by native merit plac'd : With warring puppets, guiltless praise acquir’d; By stinted talents to no sphere confiu’d, So would that fame have :nimic tights engay'd, Free ranging every province of the mind : Which, fann'd by pow'r, o'er wasted nations Equally fit, a nation's weiylit to bear, rag'd.
Orshine in circles of the young and fair; Curs'u be the wretch, should all the mouths la grave debates instructed senates move, of fame,
Or inelt the glowing danie to mutual love. "l'ide o'er the world his deathless deeds pro- To heighten these, let conscious worth infisse claiin,
Sweet ease, and siniling mirth th' inspiring Who like a baneful comet spreads his blaze,
Muse. While trembling crowds in stupid'wonder gaze; Then answer, thou of every gift possessid, Whose potent ialents serve his lawless will, Say, from thy soul, art thou sincerely blest! Which turns each virtue to a pablic ill, To various objects wherefore dost thou range? With direful rage perverted right employs,
Pleasure must cease, ere man
can wish to And heav'n's great ends with hear'n's best means change. destroys.
Hast thou not quitted Flaccus' sacred lay, praise of pow'r is his, whose hand sup- To talk with Bavius, or withi Flavia play; plies
When wasted nature shuns the large expenice Fire to the bold, and prudence to the wise ; Of deep attention to exalted sense! While man this only real merit knows, Precarious bliss! which soon, which oft must Titly co use the gifts' which heav'n bestows :
'cloy, It savage valor be his vaunted fame,
And which how few, how very few enjoy! The mountain-lion shall dispute his claim: Say, is there aught, on which, completely Or, if perfidious wiles deserve applause,
blest, Through slighțed vows, and violated laws ; Fearless and full the raptur'd mind may rest? The subtle plotter's title stands confess'd, Is there anght constant? Or, if such there be, Whose dagger gores the trusting tyrant's breast. Can varying man be pleas'd with constancy? And sure the villain less deserves his fate, Mark then what senise the blessing musi eniWho stabs one wretch, than he who stabs a ploy!
The senses change, and loath accuston'd joy : Now, mighưy hero! boast thy dear delights, Filen in vain immortal s:tects displays, The price of toilsoine days and sleepless nights; if the taste sickens, or our frame dećays. Say, canst thou anght in purple grandeur find, The range of life contracted liniits bound ; Sweet as the slumbers of the lowly hind? Yet more confiu'd is pleasure's faithless round:
Better are ye, the youthful and the gay, Fair op'ning to the sight, when first we run, Who jocund rove through pleasure's How'ry But, ah! how'alter'd, when again begun ! way!
When tir'd we view the same known prospect Yet seek got there for bliss ! your toil were vain, o'er, (And disappointed toil is double pain) And lagging, tread the steps we trod before. Though from the living fount your néctar- Now cloggʻd with spleen, the lazy current bowls
flows, Pour the soft balm upon your thirsty souls ; Through doubts, and fears, and self-augmenting Though pure the spring, though every draight woes ; silicere,
Till sated, loathing, hopeless here of bliss, By pain unbitter'd, and unpallid hy feat; Some plunge to seek it into' death's abyss.
* Job, chap. xxxviji. Charles V, Emperor of Germany, who in his retirement amused himself with puppets. See Strada de bello Belgico.
of all superfluous wcalih's unnuinber'd Ambrosial sweets her infant's lip distils, stings,
While through the mother's heart quick rap. The sharpest is that knowledge which it ture thrills. brings,
The social fires friend, servant, neighbour claim, Enjoyment purchas'd makes its object known, which blaze collected in the patriot's fiamre: And then, alas! each soft illusion's own : Hence Britain throbs superior in thy soul, Love's promis'd sweet, ambition's lofty scheme, Nor idly wak'st thou for the distant pole. The painter's image, and the poet's theme. Yet farther still the saving instinct moves,
These, in perspective fair exalted high, And to the future wide extends our loves ;, Atıract with seeming charms the distant ege ; Glows in our bosoms for an unboru race, But when by envious Fortune plac'd too near, And warms us mutual to the kind einbrace. Mis-shapen forms, and grosser tints appear : For this, to inan was giv'n the graceful air; Where lovely Venus led her beauteous train, For this, was woman formd dii inely fair. Some fiend gigantic holds her monstrous reign ; But now to pleasure sensual views confind, Crowns, sceptres, laurels are confusely strow'd, Reach not the use, for which it was design'd: A wild, deform'd, unmeaning, heavy loail. To this one point our hopes, our wishes tend, Some pleasures here with sparing hand are And thus mistake the motive for the end. giv'n,
Whate'er sensations from enjoyment Auw, That sons of earth should taste their promis'd Our erring thought to matter's force would heav'n;
owe; But what was meant to urge us to the chace, To that ascribe o:ur pleasures and our pains, Now stops, or sideway lurns our devious race: Aud blindly for the cause mistake the ineans ; Though still to make the destin'd course more In od'rous ineads the vernal gale we praise, plain,
Or dread the storm, that blows the wintry seas; Thick are our erring paths beset with pain; While he's uuheeded, who alone can move, Nor has one object cqual charins to prove Claims all our fears, and merits all our love; The fitting centre of our restless love.
Alone to souls can sense and thought convey, And when the great Creator's will had join'd, Through the dark inansions of surrounding Unequal pair! the body and the mind,
clay. · Lest the proud spirit should neglect her clay, Man, part from heav'n, and part from hum. He bade corporeal objects thought convey;
ble earth, Each strong sensation to the soul impart, A motley substance, takes his various birth; Ecstatic transport or afflicting smart : Close link'd to both, he hangs in diffrent By that entic d, the useful she enjoys ;
chains, By this deterr’d, she fijes whate'er destroys : The pliant feiter length'ning as he strains, Hence froin the dagger's point sharp anguish If, bravely conscious of her native fires, flows,
To the bold height his nobler fraine aspires; And the soft couch is spread with sweet repose. Near as she soars to join th' approaching skies, In something frail, though gen’ral this de- Our earth still lessens to her distant eyes. sign,
But if o'erpois'd she sinks, her downward For some exceptions every mile confine : Yet few were ihey, while nature's genuine store Each moment weighs, with still auginenting Supply'd our wants, por man yet sought for more;
Low and more low, the burden'd spirits bends, F'er diff'rent mixtures left no form the same, While weaker still cach heav'nly link extends; And viciou3 habits chang'd our sickly frame. "Till prostrate, grov'ling, fetter'd to the ground, Now subile art may gild the venom'd pill, She lies in matier's heap o'erwhelmd and And bait with suothing sweets destructive ill. bound,
To narrow self heav'n's 'impulse unconfin'd Wrapt in the toils of sin, just hear'n employs Diffusive reigns, and takes in all our kind. What cans'd her guilt, to blast her lawless juss: The sinile of joy reflected joy imparts ; Love, potent guardian of our length'ning race, The wretch's groans pierce sympathising hearts. Unnerves the feeble lecher's cold embrace ; Yet not alike are all conjoin'd with all, And appetite, by nature giv'n to save, Nor throng wjih rival heat to nature's call: Sinks the gorg d glutton in his early grate. By varying instinct different ties are known, What sends yon tleel o'er boist'rous sees te While love superior points to each his own;
roll, Those next the reach of our assisting hands, Beneath the burning line, and frozen pole? And those to whom we 're link'd by kindred | Why ravage men the hills, the plains, the bands ;
wood ? Those who most want, and best deserve our Why spoil all nature, earth, and air, and Alonk? care,
Seek they some prize to help a sinking state? In wariner streams the sacred influence share : "No!—this must all be done ere * Bernard eat.
A Frenchman rendered famous for a most extravagant expence in eating.