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" Detelted forms! that, on the mind impreft, 681 For tho' sometimes it makes thee weep and wail, “ Corrupt, confouvd, and barbarize an age. And curse thy far, and early drudge and late,

“ Behold! all chine again the Sister Arts, Withouten that would come an heavyer bale, " Thy Graces they, knit in harmonious dance : Loose life, unruly pullions, and diseases pale. “ Nursid by the treasure from a nation drain d 685 " Their works to purchase, they to nobler rouze

II. “ Their untam'd genius, their unfetter'd thought! In lowly dale, fast hy a river's fide, “ Of pompous tyrants, and of dreaming Monks,

With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round, " The gaudy tools and prisoners no more. A molt enchanting wizard did abide, " Lo! numerous Domes a Burlington confess. Than whom a Send more fell is no where found.

690. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground; « For kings and senates fit, the Palace fee !

And there a seafon atween Junc and May, “ The Temple, breathing a religious awe :

Half prankt with spring, with summer half ini“ E'en fram'd with elegance, the plain retreat,

brown'd, “ The private dwelling. Certain in his aim, A lillefs climatt made, where, sooth to say, “ Taste never idly working, saves expence. 695 No living wight could work, ne cared e'en for “ See! sylvan scenes, where Art, alone, pretends

play. " To dress her mifress, and diclofe her charna, « Such as a Pope in miniature has slzown,

II. * A Bathurst o'er the widening foreft fpurraids, « and such as form a Richmond, Chiswick, Stowe.

Was nough around but images of reft, Auguft, around, what Public Works I feel Sleep-foothing groves, and quiet lawus bei ween,

And flowery beds that flumbrous inquence keft

701 * Lo! fately Streets ! lo! Squares that court the From poppies breath'd, and beds of pleasant green,

Where never yet was creeping creature feen. brecze, # In spite of those to whom pertains the care,

Mean time unnumber'd glittering streamılers playa,

and hurled evity-where their wafers fheen, Ingulphing more than founded Roman ways. “ Lo! ray'ä from cities o’er the brighten'd land, rho reftlefs Nill ta mselves, a lulling mumu

That, as they bicker'd thro' che funny glade, 795

made. Connc&ing sea to sea, the solid Road. “ Lolche proud Arch (no vile exacter's stand)

IV. “ With easy sweep bestrides the chafing flood, “ See ! long Canals and deepened Rivers join

Joid in the praitle of the purliag riis, “ Each part with each, and with the circling main Wereward the lowing herds along the valu,


And ilocks loud-blearing from the distant hill, “ The whole enliven’d ille. Lo! Ports espand, And vacant thepherds piping in the dale; “ Free as the winds and waves, their fielt'ring And now and then freet Philomel would wail :

Or Rock-doves plaini amid the forest derps " Lo! streaning comfort o'er the troubled deep,

That drowsy ruftled to the tighing gale ; " On every pointed coast the Lighthouse tow'rs;

And still a coil the grasshopper dra koop; And, by the broad imperious Mole repell’d, 715 Yet all these fonnits yhlent inclined all to flum, " Hark! how the baffled form indignant roars.'

As thick to view these Varied Wonders role,
Shook all my soul with transport; unasturid, Full in the of the vale, above,
The Vifion broke, and on my waking eye A lable, lileur, folemn, forest food,
Kufa'd the fill Ruins of dejected Rome. 720 | Where nought but madowy forms was seen to muu

A. lilefs fancy'd in her dreaming mood;
And up the hills, on either fide, a wood

Of blackering pines, by waving to and fro.
THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. Sent forth a secpy horror thro’ the blood;

And where this valley winded out, below,

The murmuring main was heard, ard fortily CANTO I.

heard, to zlow.
The Castle bigb of Indslence,

And its false luxury,
W bere for a little time, alas !

A pleasing land of Jeowty-head it was,
We liv'd rigbi jollity.

Of Dreams that ware before the half-tui eji,

And of gay Castles in che clouds that pals,

Tor ever fubing round a funimer 1ky;

There eke the foft Delights, that witchingly
Do not complain of this thy hard citate;

Infil a waaton sweetness thro' the breast, *That like an emmet thou mt ever moil,

And the calm Pleasures, always hover'd nich; 13 a sad sentence of an ancient date;

But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unreit. And, certes, there is for ic reason great

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" Down thunders back the stone with mighty The landscape fuch, inspiring perfect ease,

sweep, Where Indolence (for fo the wizard hight) " And hurls your labours to the valley deep, Close-hid his Castle mid çmbowering trees, " For crer vain ; come, and, withouten fee, That half-shut out the beams of Phæbus bright, " I in oblivion will your sorrows ftcep, And made a kind of chequerid day and night: “ Your cares, your toils; will steep you in a sea Mean while, unceasing at the masly gate,

“ Of full delighe: O come, ye weary Wights! to Beneath a spacious palm, the wicked wight Was plac'd, and to his lute, of cruel fate, And labour har h, complain d, lamenting mans'

XIII. cftate.

“ With me you need not rise at early dawa,

“ To pass the joyless day in various stounds; VIII.

“ Or, louting low, on upitart Fortune fawn, Thither continual pilgrims crowded fill,

* And fell fair honour for some paltry pounds; From all the roads of earth that pass there by;

* Or thro' the city take your dirty rounds, For as they chanc'd to breathe on neighbouring

“ To cheat, and dun, and lye, and visit pay, hill,

" Now flattering balc, now giving secret wounds; The freshness of this valley fmote their eye, * Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, And drew then ever and aron more nigh;

" In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway. Till clustering round th' enchanter false they hung, Ymolten with his fyren melody,

While o'er the enfeebling lute his hand he fung, " No cocks, with me, to rustic labour call,
And to the trembling chords these tempting “ From village on to village founding clear;
verfes sung :

“ To tardy (wain no fhrill-voic'd marrons fquall;

“ No dogs, no babes, no wives, to ftun your ear; IX.

“ No hammers thump; no horrid blacksmith fear, " Bchold, ye Pilgrims of this carth! behold,

“ No noisy tradesman your sweet flumbers start “ Sec all but man with unearn'd pleasure gay;

" With sounds that are a misery to hear; * See her bright robes the butterfly unfold,

" But all is calm, as would delight the heart - Broke from her wintry tomb in prime of May!

“ or Sybarite of old, all Nature, and all Art. What youthful bride can equal her arsay? " Who can with her for easy pleasure vie?

XV. From mead to mead with gentle wing to stray, " Herenought but Candour reigns, indulgene, * From flower to flower on balmy gales to Ay,

Ease, " I: all Me has to do beneath the radiant sky. “ Good-nacur'd Lounging, sauņtering up and

down: X.

They who are picas'd themselves must always * Echold the merry miastrels of the Morn,

please; * The swarming songsters of the careless grove,

“ On others' ways they never fquint a frown, • Ten thousand throats, that, from the flowering a Shus, from the source of tender Indolence,

Nor heed what haps in hamlet or in town: thorn, Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love,

“ With milky blood the heart is overflown, Such grateful kindly raptures them emove :

" Is footh'd and sweetend by the social sense ; They neither plough nor sow; ne, fit for fail,

" For interest, envy, přide, and strife, are ba- E'er to the barn the nodded leaves they drove,

nish'd hence. " Yet theirs each harvet dancing in the gale, * Whatever crowns the hill, or (miles along the

XVI. vale.

« What, what is virtue, but repose of mind,

" A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm, XI.

" Above the reach of wild Ambition's wind, “ Outcast of Nature, Man! the wretched rrall “ Above those passions that this world deform., * Of bitter dropping swear, of swelery pain, " And torture man, a proud malignant worms

Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall, “ But here, instead, foft gales of paflion play, * And of the victs an inhuman train,

“And gently stir the heart, thereby to form " That all proceed from favage thirst of gain; “ A quicker sense of joy; as breezes stray.. “ Tor when hard-hearted Interest first began “ Across ch' enliven'd skies, and make them till lo poison earth, Aftrxa left the plain;

more gay.
“ Guile, Violence, and Murder, seiz'd on man,
“ And, for soft milky streams, with blood the ri-

“ The best of men have ever lov'd repose ;

“ They hate to mingle in the filthy fray,

“ Where the foul Tours, and gradual rancour " Come, ye! who still the cumbrous load of life

grows, “ Push hard up hill, but as the farthett ftecp « Imbitrer'd more from peevith day to day, “Ye trust to gain, and put an end to strife, " E'en those whom Fame has leat her faire!t raya

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« The most renown'd of worthy wights of yore, As lithe they grow as any willow wand, « From a base world at last have stol'o away: And of their vanith'd force remains no trace : “ So Scipio, to the foft Cumæan fhore

So when a maiden fair, of modeft grace,
" Retiring, tafted joy he never knew before. In all her buxom blooming May of charms,

Is seized in some lofel's hot embrace,

She waxeth very weakly as the warms, « But if a little exercise you choose,

Then, fighing, yields her up to love's delicious “ Some zest for eale, 'tis not forbidden here:

harms. “ Amid the groves you may indulge the Muse, « Or tend the blooms, and deck the vernal year;

XXIV. “ Or, softly tealing, with your watry gear, Wak'd by the crowd, flow from his bench arose “ Along the brooks, the crimson spotted fry A comely, full-spread porter, swoln with Deep; “ You may delude; the whilft, amus'd, you hear His calm, broad, thoughtless, aspect breath'd re“ Now the hoarfe stream, and now the zephyr's pore, sigh,

And in sweet torpor he was plunged deep, “ Attuned to the birds and woodland melody. Nor could himself from ceafclefs yawning keep;

While o'er his eyes the drowsy liquor ran,

Thro' which his half-wak'a foul would faintly peep, * O grievous folly ! to heap up estate,

Then taking his black staff, he call'd his man, “ Losing the days you see beneath the sun; And rous'd himfef as much as couse himself he “ When, sudden, comes blind unrelenting Fate, “ And gives the untated portion you have won, * With ruthless coil, and many a wretch undone,

XXV. “ To those who mock you gone to Pluto's reign, The lad leap'd lightly at his master's call: “ 'There with sad ghosts to pinc, and fhadows dun : He was, to weet, a little roguish page, " But sure it is of vanities molt rain,

Save fleep and play, who minded nought at all, " To toil for what you here untoiling may obtain Like molt the untaught ftriplings of his age.

This boy he kept cach band to diseagage,

Garters and buckles, tak for him ungit,
He ceas'd, but still their trembling cars retain'd But ill-becoming his grave personage,
The deep vibrations of his witching song, And which his portly paunch would not permit,
That, by a kind of magic power, constrain'd So this same limber page to all performed it.
To enter in, pell-mcll, the listening throng.
Heaps pour'à on heaps, and yet they slipt along

XXVI. In filene case; as when beneath the beam

Mean-time the master-porter wide display'd Of summer moons, the distant woods among,

Great store of caps, of dippers, and of gowns, Or by some flood all Glver'd with the gleam,

Wherewith hc those who enter'd ir array'd, The foft-embodied Fays thro' airy portal stream.

Loose as the breeze that plays along the downs,

And waves the summer-woods when evening XXI.

frowns. By the fnooth demon so it order'd was,

O fair undress! best dress! it checks no vein, And here his baneful bounty first began;

But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, Though some there were who would not further and heightens ease with grace. This done, right pass,

fain, And his alluring baits suspected han,

Sir Porter fat him down, and turn d to Deep again. 'The wife distrust the too fair-spoken man. Yet thro' the gate they cast a wishful eye:

Not to move on, perdie, is all they can;
For do their very best they cannot fiy,

Thus easy robb'd, they co the fourrain fped,
But often cach way look, and often forely figh.

That in the middle of the court up-threw

A stream, high spouting from its liquid bed,

And falling back again in drizzly dew;
When this the watchful wicked wizard faw,

There cach decp draughts, as deep he thirfled,

drew, With fudden spring he leap'd upon them straight, And soon as touch'd by his unhallowed paw,

It was a fountain of Nepenthe rare, They found themselves within the cursed gate,

Whence, as Dan Homer lings, huge pleafaunce Full hard to be repafs'd, like that of Fate.


And sweet oblivion of vile earthly care;
Not stronger were of old the giant crew,
Who sought to pull high Jove froin regal state ;

Fair glorious waking thoughts, and joyous dreams Tho' feeble wretch he seem'd, of fallow hue,

more fair. Certes, who bides his grasp, will that encounter


This rite perform'd, all inly pleas'd and still,

Withouten tromp, was proclamation made ;
For whomfoe'er the villain takes in hand,

“ Ye fons of Indolences do what you will, Their joints unknit, their finews mclt apace, " And wander where you lift, thro' hall or glade ;


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" Be po man's pleasure for another staid ; Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets fpread,

Let cach as likes him beft his hours employ, And couches stretch'd around in seemniy band, " And curs'd be he who minds his neighbour's And endless pillows rise to prop the head; trade!

So that each spacious room was one full-swelling • Here dwells kind case and unreproving joy :

bed. « He little nierits bliss who others can annoy."


And every where huge cover'd cables stood,
Strait of these endless numbers, swarming round. Whatever sprightly juice or tasteful food

With wines high flavour'd and rich viands crown'd; As thick as idle motes in sunny ray,

On the green bofom of this earth are found, Not one efcloons in view was to be found,

And all old Ocean genders in his round: But every man strollid off his own glad way; Some hand unfeen these filently display'd, Wide o'er this ample court's blank area,

E'en undemanded by a sign or found; With all the lodges that thereto pertain'd,

You need but wish, and, instantly obey'd, No living creature could be seen to stray,

Fair rang'd the dishes rose, and thick the glalles While folitude and perfect silence reign'd, So that to think you dreamt you almost was conItrain'd.


Here Freedom reign'd without the least alloy; XXX.

Nor gossip's tale, nor ancient maiden's gall, As when a shepherd of the Hebrid-istes", Nor faindly Spleen, durst murinur at our joy, Plac'd far amid the melancholy main,

And with envenom'd tongue our pleafures pall. (Whether it be lone fancy him bėguiles,

For why? there was but one great rule for all; Or that aërial beings sometimes deign

To wit, that each should work his own desire, To ftand enibodied to our senses plain,)

And eat, drink, study, fleep, as it may fall, Sees on the naked hill or valley low,

Or melt the time in love, or wake the lyre, The whilit in ocean Phæbus dips his waia, And carol what, unbid, the Muses might inspire A vast assembly moving to and fro, Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous

XXXVI. fhow.

The rooms with costly tapestry were hung,

Where was inwoven niany a gentle tale,

Such as of old the rural poets fung,
Ye Gods of Quiet and of Sleep profound !

Or of Arcadian or Sicilian vale ; Whole soft dominion o'er chis Castie fways,

Reclining lovers, in the lonely dale, And all the widely-lilent places found,

Pour'd forth at large the sweetly-tortur'd heart, Forgive me, if my trembling pen displays

Or, fighing tender passion, Tweli'd the gale, What never yet was sung in mortal lays.

And taught charm'd echo to resound their smart, But how Hall I attempt such arduous ftring,

While flocks, woods, streams, around, repose ané ! who have spent my nights and nightly days

peace impart. In this soul-scadening place, loose loitering? Ah! how fall i for this uprcar my moulted


Those pleased the mait where, by a cunning hand,
Depainted was the Patriarchal age,

What time Dan Abraham left the Chaldec land,

And paftur'd on from verdant stage to ftage, Come on, my Muse! nor Itoop to low despair,

Where fields and fountains fresh could best engage. Thou imp of Jove ! touch'd by celestial fire,

Toil was not then. Of nothing took they heed, Thou yet shalt ling of war and actions fair,

But with wild beasts the sylvan war to wage, Which the bold sons of Britain will inspire; Of ancient bards thou yer halt (weep the lyre;

Aud o'er vaft plains their herds and flocks to feed : Thou yet (halt tread in Tragic pall the rage,

Bleft fons of Nature they! true Golden Age indeed! Paint love's enchanting wocs, the hero's ire,

The fage's calm, the patriot's noble rage,
Dashing corruption down thro' every' worthless Sometimes the pencil, in cool airy halls,

Bade che gay bloom of vernal landscapes rise, agc.

Or autumn's varied thades inbrown the walls :

Now the black tempest Atrikes the astonish'd eyes; XXXUI.

Now down the steep the flashing torrent flies; The doors, that know uo fhrill alarining bell, The trembling fun now plays o'er ocean blue, No cursed koocker ply'd by villain's hand, And now rude mountains frown amid the skies : Self-open'd into halls, where who can tell

Whate'er Lorrain light-touch'd with softening huc, What elegance and grandeur wide expand, Or savage Rosa dah'd, or learned Pouffin drew. The pride of Turkey and of Persia land?

XXXIX. * ribose islands on the western coast of Scotland called Each sound, too, here to languishment inclind, 456 Ilebrides.

Lullid the weak boson, and induced ease;

Aërial music in the warbling wind,
It distance riling oft', by small degrecs,
Nearer and nearer came, all o’er the trees
It huny, and breath'd such foul-diifolvidg airs
As did, alas ! with fosc perdition please :
Entangled deep in its enchanting snares,
The listening heart forgot all duties and all cares.

O'er which was shadowy cast Elyfian gleams,
That play'd, in waving lights, from place to pleee,
And shed a roseat smile on Nature's face.
Not Titian's pencil e'er could so array,
So fleece with clouds che pure ethereal space;
Ne could it e'er such melting forms display,
As loose on tlowery beds all languishingly lay.


XLV: À certain music, never known before,

No, fair Illufions! artful Phantonis! no, Here lull’d the peolive melancholy inind;

My Muse will not attempt your Fairy land: Full easily obtain d. Echoves no more,

She has no colours chat like you can glow; But side-long, to the gently-waving wind, To catch your vivid scenes too grofs her hand. To lay the well-tun'd instrument reclin'd,

But sure it is, was nie'er a subtler band From which, with airy-flying fingers light, Than thefe fame guileful angel-leeming sprights, Beyond cach mortal touch the molt refin'd, The God of Winds drew founds of deep delight,

Who thus in dreams, voluptuous, soft, and bland,

Pour'd all th' Arabian heaven upon our nights Whence, with just cause, the harp of Aolus it ind blets’d them oft' befides with more rclin'd de. hight.

lights. XLI. Ah me! what hand can touch the string so fine ?

XLVI. Who up the loity diapa!on roll

They were in footh a moft enchanting train, Such sweet, such sad, such solenın airs divine,

E’en feigniny virtue ; fkilful to unite Then let them down again into the foul ?

With evil good, and strew with pleafure pain : Now rising love they fann'd; now pleasing dole

But for those fiends whom blood and broils delight, They breath'd, in tender inufinys, thro' the heart; Down,down black gulphs, where fullen waters fleep's

Who huri the wretch, as if to hell outright,
And now a graver facred train they stole,
As when seraphic hands an hynn impart;

Or hold him clambering all the fearful night
Wild-warbling Nature all, above the reach of Art ! On beetling cliffs, or pent in ruins deep,

They, till due time ihould serve, were bid far hence XLII.

to keep Such the gay fplendour, the luxurious flate, Of Caliphs old, who on the Tigris' fiori,

XLVII. In mighty Bagdat, populous and great,

Ye guardian Spirits! to whom man is dear, Held their bright court, where was of ladies itsre, From these foul demons fhield the midnight gloom! And verse, love, music, ftill the garland wore : Angels of Fancy and of Love! be near, When Sleep was coy, the bard, in waiting there, itud o'er the bank of sleep riffufe a bloom : Cheer'd the lone midnight with the niulc's lorel, Ivoke the sacred fades of Greece and Rome, Composing music bade his dreams be fair, And let them virtne with a louk iorpart; And music lent new gladness to the morning air. But chief a while, O! lend its from the tomb

Those long-loft friends for whon in love we smart, XLIII.

And fill with pious awe and joy-mixt woe the

Near the pavilions where we ilept, still rari
Soft-tinkling freams, and dating waters fell,
And sobbing breezes ligh'u, and oft began

XLVIII. (So work'd the wizard) wintry iforms to twel, Or are you sportive ?---Bid the morn of youth As heaven and earth they would together well: Rise to new light, and beam afreth the days et doors and windows threai’ning reem'd to call Of innocence, simplicity, and truth, The demons of the tempeít, growling fell, To cares estrang'd, and manhood's thorny ways. Fet the least entrance found they none 2: all, What transport, to retrace our boyish plays, Whence sweeter grew our secp, fecure in mully Our easy bliss, when each thing joy supply'd, hall.

The woods, the mountains, and the warbling maze

Of the wild brooks !--But, fondly wandering wide,' XLIV.

My Muse! resume the task that yet doth thee abide. ird hither Morpheus fent bij kindest dreams, Rating a world of gayer tinct and grace,

XLIX. * This is not an imagination of the Autbor, there One great aniusement of our household was, Scing in fact such an injtı ument, called Aeolus's burp, In a nuge cryltal niagic globe to spy, <which, when placed ageing a little russing or current Still as you turn'd it, all things that do pass of air, produces the effect bere deferibed.

Upon this ant-hill earth ; where conitantly + Tbe Arabia?! caliphs ha i poets among the officers of of idly-busy men the re???af fry Teir court, wipic office it was 70 de tobat is kere meno Run bustling to and fro ... foolish hafte,

In learch of pleasures vai that from them fly,

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