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Beholds new feas beneath another sky *.

What cannot active government perform, 950 Thrond in his palace of ceruleaa ice,

New-moulding Man! Wide-stretching fro:n these Here Winter holds his unrejoiciag count,


shores, And throʻliis airy lail the lõud mifrule

A people savage from remotest time, Of ciriving Tempuli is for ever heard :

A huge neglecte<l empire, one vaft Mind, Here the grim tyrant meditates his wrath, By Heaven inspir’ıl, from Gothic darkness call.d. Here arms bis winds with all-fubduing frost,

linmortal Peter! firft of Monarchs ! he

955 Moulds his fierce inail, and treasures, up his His stubborn country ta m'il, her rocks, her fens, snows,

Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting ions; With which he now oppresses lali the globe.. And while the fierce Barbarian he fubdu'd,

Thence wiading caítward to the Tartar's coat, To more exalted soul he rais'd the Man. Sh: weeps the howling inargin of the main, Ye tharles of ancieit heroes! ye who toild, 930 Where indiffolving, from the first or time, Thro' long fuccellive ages, to build up Suows fweli on inows amazing to the lik, 905 | A labouring plan of state, behold at once. And icy nountains, high on mouniains pil'd, The wonder done! behold the matchless prince ! Seem to the shivering failor from afar,

Who left his native throue, where reign'd, till Shspeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds.

then, Frojeled luge and horrid o'er the surge,

A mighty hadow of unrcal power : 965 Alps frown on Alps, or rushing hidcous dowo, Who greatly purn'd the nothful pomp of courts, As if old Ciaos was again return'd, 911 | And roaming every land, in every port Wido-rend the ep, and make the folid Pole.. His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand Ocean itself no longer can refitt

Unweary'd plying the mechanic tool, The binding fury, but in all its rage

Gather'd the feeds of trade, of useful arts, 970 Oi tempeft taken by the boundless frost, 915 Of civil wisdom, and of martial kill. Is many a fathom to the boston chaid,

Charg'd with the stores of Europe, bome he goes; An bid to roar no more; a bleak expante,

Then cities rise amid th' illumin'd waite; Shagg'u o'er with wavy rocks, chcarless, and void O'er joyless deserts fmiles the rural reign; Of every life, that from the dre:ury months Far-dittaut flood to flood is focial join'd; 975 Flies conscious fouthward. Miferable they 920 | Th’astonish'd Enxine hears the Baltie roar; Who, liere entangled in the gathering ice, Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd Take their last look of the descending fun! With daring keel before; and armies it:etch While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, Each way their dazzling files, repressing here The long, long night, incumbent o'er their beads, The frantic Alexander of the North,

980 Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's fate t, 925 And awing there stern Othmam's shrinking fons. As with fixtt prow (what have not Britons dar'd!) Sloth fies the land, and Ignorance and Vice, He for the passage fought, attempted fince Oi old dishonour proud : it glows around, Sa much in vain, and seeming to be shut

Taught by the Royal Hand that rous'd the whole, By jealous Nature with eternal bars.

One foene of arts, of arıns, of rifing trade ; 985 In these fell regions, in Arzina caught, 930 For what his wisdom plann'd, and powerenforc’d, And to the stuny deep his iiile ship

More potent itill, his great example thew'd. Iminediate feal'1, he with his hapless crew,

Muttering, the winds at eve, with hunted Each full exerted at his fever.i talk,

point, Froze into ftatues: to the cordage glu’d

Blow hollow- blustering from the South. SubThe sailor, andi tiie pilot to the helm. 935 dued, Hard by these thores, where scarce his freezing The frost resolves into a trickling thaw. 990 ftream

Spotted the mountains Mine, loote seet descends, Rolls the wild Oby, live the last of men ;

And floods the country round. The rivers swell, And, half-enliven'd by the distant fun,

Of bonds impatient, Sudden from the hills, That rear and ripens inan, as well as plants, O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, Here bunaq nature wears its rudeft form. 940 A thoufand snow-fcd torrents shoot at once, 005 Deep from the piercing Icaron funk in caves, Avd, where they ruth, the wide-resounding plain Here by dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer, Is left one fimy waste. Those fullen feas, Tocy wafle the tedious gloom. Imunots'd in furs That wath'd thou! genial Pole, will rest no more Doze the gross ruce: Dor [prightly jest, nor song, Beneath the shackles of the mighty Norti, Nortenderness they know, nor anght of life 9+5 | But, rouling all their waves, refltless leave. 1000 Beyond the kindred boars that falk without. And hark! the lengthening roar continuous runs Till Morn, at ler gth, lier roles drusoping all, Athirart the rifted deep; at once it bursts, Sheds a long iwilight brightning o'er their fields, and piles a thousand mountains to the clouds. And calls the quiver'd fuvage to the chale. Ill fares the bark with trembling wretches charg'],

That, tois'd and the floating fragments, noors * The other hemispiere. Beneath the shelter of an icy isle,

1006 ** Sir Hugh Willoughby, sent by Queen Elizabeth More horrible. Can luman force endure

While night o’erwhelms the sea, and horror looks to discover the North-eah Palinge.

The asembled inischiefs that befiece them round?

Heart-gnawing lunger, fainting weariness, 1010 VOL. VIII.


The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice, All now are vanil'd! Virtue fole furvives,
Now cealing, now renew'd with louder rage, Immortal never-failing friend of Man, 104
And in dire echoes liellowing round the main. His guide to happiness on high. And fee !
More to embroil the deep, leviathan,

'Tis come, the glorious Morn! the second birth And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, 1015 Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature hears

Tempest the loosen'd brine; while thro’the gloom, The new-creating Word, and starts to life,
Far from the bleak inhospitable Thore,

In every heighten'd form, from pain and death
Loading the winds, is heard the hungry bowl For ever free. The great eternal scheme, 1045
Of famith't monsters, there awaiting wrecks. Involving all, and in a perfect whole
Yet Providence, that'ever-waking Eye, 1020 Uniting, as the proipećt wider spreads,
Looks down with pity on the feeble toil

To Reason's eye refin’d, clears up apace. Of mortals lost to hope, and lights them fafe Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous ! now, Thro' all this dreary labyrinth of Fate.

Confounded in the dust, adore that Power 1051 Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest And Wifdom oft' arraign'd; see now the cause glooms,

Why una{Tuming Worth in secret liv'd And rcigns tremer,dous o'er the conquer'd year. And dy'd negluded; why the good man's Mare How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! 1026 In life was gall and bitterness of soul ; 1055 How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd His desolate doniain. Behold, ford Man? In starving folitude ; while Luxury, See here thy pi&tur'd life ; pass some few years, In pałaces, lay ftraining her low thought Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's 'ardent To form unreal wants; why heaven-born Truth, strength,

And Moderation fair, wore the red marks 1060 Thy fober Autumn fading into age, 1031|Of Superstition's fcourge ; why licens'd Pairr, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, That cruel fpoiler, that embosom'd foe, And huts the scene. Ab! wlithér now are fled Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye Good diftreft! Those dreams of greativefs? those unfolid hopės Ye noble Few!'who liere unbending stand Of happiness? thote longings after fame? 1035 Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up a while, 1065 Those restless cares? thoie buly bustling days? And what your bounded view, which only faw Those, gay-ipen:, fe ftiye nights? those veering A little part, decm'd evil

, is no more; thoughts,

The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, Loft between good and i!!, that shard thy life? And one unbounded Spring encircle all,

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Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and


Io mingled clouds, to Him, whose fun exalts,

Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil

paints. Ye Forests ! bend ; ye Harvests! wave to Him ; Breathe

your Itill song into the reaper's heart, 60

As home he goes beneath the joyous moon, THESE, as they change, Almighty Father! there

Ye that keep wateb in beaven! as earth atleep
Is full of Thee, Forth in the pleafing Spring Ye Constellations ! while your angels ftrike,
Tly beauty walks, tby tenderness and love,

Amid the spangled sky, the Glver lyre,
Wüle Huth the fields; the softening air is lralın; 5 Great source of day! beit iinage here below
Echo the mountains rounri; the for:ft ímiles ;

Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,
And every sense, and every heart, is joy.

From world to world, the vital ocean round, Then comes Thy glory in the Summer inontis, On Nature write, with every bean, his praise. With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun The thunder rolls : be huth'd the prostrate World, Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year ; 10 While cloud to cloud returns the folemn hymn. And oft! Thy voice in dreadful thunder Ipcaks ; Bleat out afresh, ye Hills ! ye mossy Rocks! And oft' at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, Rotain the found : the broad responsive, low, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whilpering gales, Ye Vallies! raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns, Thy bounty Thines in Autumn unconfinil, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. 75 And spreads a common feat for all that lives. 15 Ye Woodlands all ! awake; a boundless song In Wimter awful Thou! with clouds and storms Burit from the groves; and when the restless day, Around Thee thrown! tempeft o’er teinpeit roll, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Majestic darkness ! On the whirlwind's wing, Sweeteft of birds ! sweet Philomela! charm Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore, The liftening shades, and teach the night Hispraise. And humbleft Nature with tly northern blaft. 20 Ye, chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, Mysterious round! what skill, what force

At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, divine,

Crown the great hymn. In swarming cities vat, Deep felt, in these appear! a fimple train, Assembled Men! to the deep organ join. Yet so delightful mix'd with such kind art, The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, Such beauty and beneficence combia’d,.

At folemn pauses, thro' the swelling base, 86 Shade, unperceiv’d, so foftening into shade, 25 And as cach mingling fame increales each, And all so forming an harmonious whole,

In one united ardour rise to heaven. That as they still succeed they ravish still.

Or if ye rather choose the rural hade, But wandering oft', with brute unconscious gaze; And find a fane in every sacred grove, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty land There let the nepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, That ever-bufy, whecls the silent spheres, 39. The prompting fcraph, and the poet's lyre, Works in the secret deep, shoots, steaming, thencStill fing the God of Seasons as they roll. The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring! For me, when I forget the darling theme, Flings from the sun direct the flaming day, Whether the bloffom blows, the Summer ray 95 Feeds every creature, hurls the teinpeit forth, Ruflets the plain, inspiring Autunno gleams, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, 35 Or Winter rises in the blackening Ealt, With transport touches all the springs of life. Be my tongue mute; my Fancy paint no more,

Nature, attend ! join every living soul Aud, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,

Should Fate conimaud me to the fartheit verge In adoration join, and ardent raise

Of the green carth, to diftant barbarous clines, One general song! To Him, ye vocal Gales ! Rivers unknown to foog, where first the fun Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness Gilds Indian moustains, or his setting beani breathes :

Flames on th' Ailantic itles, 'tis rought to me ; Oh talk of him in solitary glooms!

Since God is ever present, ever feli,

105 Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine In the void walie as in the city full! Fills the brown made with a religious awe. And where he vital breathes there must be joy. And Ye !' whole bolder note is heard afar, 45 When e'en at lait the folemn houi thall come, Who diaketli' astonish’d'world, lift high to heaven and wing my myitic flight to future world, Th' impetuous song, and say from whom, ye I chéarful will obey; there withi new powers 110 rage.

Will rifing wonders fing. I cannot go His praise, ye Brooks! attune, ye trembling Rills! Where Universal Love not fmiles around, And let'me catch it as I mafe along.

Sustaining all yon' orlys, audi all their fons, Ye headlong Torrents! rapid and profound ! 50 From seeming evil Dill educing good, | Ye fofter Floods ! thrt lead the huonid maze And better thence again, and better itill, 115

Along the vale, and thou, majestic Main ! In infinite progresion. But I lose
A secret world of wonders in thyself,

Myself in Him, in light Ineffable ;
Sound His ftupendous praise, whose greater voice Come thes, expreffive Silence ! qufe His praise.
Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. 55 3.0,?,


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He drew and swest teneath Equator fun,

By lawless force detain'dl; a fore: tl:at soon 50
Would melt away, and every foi resign,

Were once the British Lion hcarrito rósr.

Wherce is it that the proud Iberian thus,

in their own well-asserted element, Et tantas audetis tollere moles ?

Daras rouze to wrath the masters of the main? 55 Quos egomsed motos præftat componere fiuclus.

Who told him that the big incumbent war Post mibi non fimili pæna commista luetis,

Would not, ere this, have rollid his trembling Maturate fugam, regique liac dicite veltro : Non illi imperium pelagi, fævumque tridentem, In smoky ruin ? and bis guilty fores,

ports Sed inibi forte datuin.


Won by the ravage of a butcher'd world,
9 on the sea-beat Thore Britanvia fat,

Yet unaton's, furk in the swallowing deep, 60
Or led the glittering prize into the Thames?

There was a time (oh let my languid fons
Deep in her anxious heart revolving fad,

Resume their spirit at the routwg thought!).
Bare was her throbbing bosom to the gale,
That hearse and irolow from the bleak lurge

blew; Swelled o'er the laboring furge ; like a whole l'ea

When all the price of Spain, in one dread. ficet Loose fiow'd her trefies, rent her azure robe.

65 Hung o'er the deep, from her inaje tic brow

Of clouds, wide roll's before the boundless breeze, She tore the laurel, and the tore the lay;

Gaily the splendid armament along Nor ceas'd the copious grief to bathe ler cheek,

Exultant plough’d, reflecting a red gleain,
Nor ceas'd her fobs to murmur to tlic main.

Assunk ile in o'cr all the raming Vast;
Peace direnitented nigh, departing, stretch'd
Her cove-like wing; and War, tho'greaty rousid, of eais conquest; while their bloated War,

Tail, gorgeous, and ciate, drunk with the dreain Yet mourns her fetter'd hands; while thus the Stretcli'd out from sky to iky, the gather'd force

71 Queen Of Nations spoke, and what the faid the Muse

Of ages held in its capacious womb: Recorded, faithrul, in unbidden verse.

But loon, regardlefs of the cumlous pomr,

15 My dauntlets Britons came, a gloomy Few! 75 E'en not yon' fail, that from the sky-mixt wave Dawns on the sght, and wasts the Royal Youth, *

With tempeft black the goodly iceuc deform'd, A freight of future glory to my hore ;

And laid their glory waite. The lots of Fate E'en not the fattering view of golden days,

Rofitileis thunder'd through their yielling des; And rising periods yet of bright renown,

Fierce oʻer their beauty blaz'd the lurid flame; Beneath the Parents, and their endless line

And leiz'd in horrid gasp, or atter'd wide 80 Thro' late revolving time can footh my rage,

Amid the mighty waters, deep they funk. While, unchastis'd, the insulting Spaniard dares

Then, too, from ev'ry promontory chill,

Rank fen, and cavern, where the wild ware works, Infest the trading food, full of vain war, Despise my navies, and my merchants seize,

I swept confederate wirds, and {weld a storm. As, trufting io false peace, they fearleis roam

Round to'glar ise, înatch'd by the vengeful blat,

The scatter'd remnants drove; on the blind shelve The world of waters wild, made by the toil And liberal blood of glorious ages mine ;

And pointed rock, that marks the indented shore,

Relende's dath'd, where loud ihe northern main Nor bursts ny sleeping thunder on their head. Whence this unwonted patience ? this

Howls thro' the fractur'd Caledonian isics. weak

Such were the dawnings of my watry reign ; 90 doubt?

30 But since how vait it grew, bow absolute, This tame beseeching of reje&ed peace ?

E'en in those troubled times, whe: dreadfui Blake This meek forbearance ? this urnative fear,

Aw'd angry nations with the British name,
To generous Britous never known before ?
And fail'd my tieets, for this, on Indian tide's

Let erery humble state, let Europe fay,
To Hoat, unaćtive, with the veering winds ? 35 Ah! what must those inmortal spirits think

Sustain's and balanc'd by my naval arm, 95
The mockery of war! while bot Disease,
Avd Sloth elitemperd, fwept off burning crowds, who fie'd the blackest danger, knew no fear,

Of your poor philts? thore, for their country's good, For action'ardent, and amid the deep,

No mean fubmifion, but commanded peace ? laglorious sunk them in a watery grave. There now they lie beneath the rolling food!,, 40 (If aught but joy can touch ethereal breatts)

Ah! bow with indignation must they burn! ico Far froin their friends and country unavengid, And back the clrooping war-nip comes again,

With name, with grief, to see their feeble fons Difpirited, and thin : her fons arnam'at

Shrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd seas Thus idly to review their native incre ;

For which their wisdom planu'u, their couixils With sot one glory sparkling in their eye,


45 And their veins bled, thro' many a toiling age ! One triumph on their tongue. A passenger, The violated merchant comes along,

Oh! first of human blellings, and supreme! 106 That far-fought wealth, for which the noxious By whose wide tie the kindred sons of men

Fair Peace ! how lovely, how delightful thou ! gale

Like brothers live, in amity combind, * Frederick Prince of Wales, then barely arı ived. And unsuspicious faith; while honest Toil




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Gfvos every jny, and to those joys a right, The fly destruction at her vitals aim'd ?

171 Which idle barbarous Rapine but usurps.

For, obl it most imports you, 'tis your all, Pure is thy reign, when, unaccurs’d by blood, To keep your trade entire, entire the force Nought save the iwtetness of indulgent towers, And honour of your fleets; o'er that to watch, Trickling, diftils into the vernant glebe; 115 E'en with a hand severe, and jealous eye. 175 Indicad of mangled carcatles, fad-feen,

In intercourse he gentle, generous, just, When the blithe fheaves lie scatter'd o'er the By wisdom polith'd, and of manners fair ; field;

But on the sea be terrible, untam'd, When only shining fares, the crooked knife, Unconquerable fiill; let none escape, And hooks, iniprint the vegetable wound; Who Thall but aim to touch your glory there. 780 When the land blushes with the role alone, '120 Is there the man, into the lion's den The falling fruitage and the bleeding vine. Who dares intrude, to snatch his young away? Oh, Peace! thou fource and soul of social life, And is a Briton seiz'd, and seiz'd beneath Buneath whole calm inspiring influence

The Numbering terrors of a British feet? Science his views enlarges, Art refines,

Then ardent rise! ob! great in vengeance rise! And swelling Cominerie opens all her ports; 125 O'erturn the proud, teach Rapine to restore ; 186 Blett be the man divine who gives us thee! And as you ride sublimely round the world, Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang, Make every vesel stoop, make every state Nor l»low the giddy wat ons into rage ;

At once their welfare and their duty know. Who 4 eaths the murderous blade; the deadly This is your glory; this your wisdoın; this 190 gun

The native power for which you were design'd Join the well-pild armoury returns ; 130 By Fate, when Fate designed the firmeft ftate And, every vigour from the work of death That e'er was seated on the subject sea; To grateful industry converting, makes

A ftate alone where Liberty Thould live The cauntry flourish, and the city fmile.

In these late times, this evening of mankind, 195 Unviolated, him the virgin sings,

When Athens, Rome, and Carthage, are no And him the smiling mother to her train :


more! of biin the shepherd, in the peaceful dale, The world almost in javith noth diffolv'd. Clavnts : and, the treasures of his labour sure, For this these rocks around your coast were The husbandman of him, as at the plough

thrown; Or team he toils. With him the sailor sooths, For this your oaks peculiar harden'd, Moot Beneath the trembling moon, the midnight Strong into sturdy growth; for this your hearts

140 Swell with a fullen courage, growing still And the full city, warm, from street to ftreet, As danger grows; and ftrength and toil for this And mop to: shop, refponsive, fings of hiin, Are liberal pour'd o'er all the fervent land. Nor joys one land alone ; his praise extends Then cherish this, this unexpensive power Far as the sun rolls the diffufive day,

Undangerous to the public, ever prompt, 205 Far as the breeze can bear the gifts of Peace, 145 By lavish Nature thrust into your hand; Till all the lappy nations catch the song.

And, unencumber'd with the bulk immense What would not, Peace! the patriot bear for Of conquests, whence huge empires rofe and fell thee?

Self-crush'd, extend your reign from fhore to What painful patience? what incessant care ?

Thore. What mixt anxiety? what sleepless toil?

W!ere'er the wind your high behefts can blow, E'en from the raih, protected, what reproach? 150 And fix it deep on this eternal base. For he thy valuie knows, thy friendship, he, For should the siding fabric once give way, To human nature: but ihe better thou,

Soon flackened quite and past recovery broke, The richer of delight, sometimes the more It gathers ruin as it rolls along, Ineviiable war' when ruffian Force

Steep-rushing down to that devouring gulf 215 Avrakes the fury of an injur'd state. 155 Where many a mighty empire buried lies. Een the good patient man, whom Rearon rules, And mould the big redundant flood of Trade, Rous'd by bold infult, and injurious rage, In which ten thousand thousand labours join With sharp and sudden check ib’asonind sons Their feveral currents, till the boundless tide Of Violence confounds ; firm as his cause Rolls in a radiant deluge o'er the land, Hii holder heart; in awful justice clad, 160 Should this bright stream, the least inflected, His eyes effulging a peculiar fire;

point And as he charges thro' the prostrate war,

Its course another way, o'er other lands His keen arm teaches faithless men no more The various treasure would refiftless pour, To dare the sacred vengeance of the juft.

Ne'er to be won again; its ancient tract And what, my thoughtless Sons! fnould fire you Left a vile channeĩ, defolate, and dead, more,

165 | With all around a miserable waste. Than when your well carn'd Empire of the Deep Not Egypt, were her better heaven, the Nile, The least beginning injury receives?

Turn'd in the pride of flow, when o'er his What better cause can call your lightning forth ? rocks Your thunder wake ? your deareft life demand? And roaring cataracts, beyond the reach What better cause, than when your country fees Of dizzy Vision fild, in one wide fash

An Ethiopian deluge foamis amain,




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