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Historic heralds here array'd
Illustrious nations! Their's was empire's seat, Fair acts in gorgeous style,
Their's virtue, freedom, each enchanting grace; But heroes toils were best repay'd
Sculpture with them to bright perfection rose, By bashful beauty's smile.
Sculpture, whose bold Promethean hand inform'd
The stubborn mass with life-in fretted gold So flourish'd Combe, and flourish'd long
Or yielding marble, to the raptur'deye With lords of bounteous soul;
Display'd the shining conclave of the skies, Her walls still echoed to the song,
And chiefs and sages gare the passions forin, And mirth still drain'd her bowl.
And virtue sbape corporeal : taught by her And still her courts with footsteps meek
The obedient brass dissolv'd;
In love's soft fires thy winning charms sbe stole,
Tbou mild retreating Medicean fair.
She mark'd the Nowing Drvads lighter step,
The panting bosom, garments flowing loose, Lov'd seat, how oft, in childish ease,
And wanton tresses waving to the wind. Along thy woods I stray'd,
Again by Pomfret's generous care, these stores Now vent'rous climb'd embow'ring trees,
Of ancient fame revisit Icarning's scats, Now sported in their shade.
Their old abode. O reverence learning's seats,
Ye beauteous arts! for know, by learning's Along thy hills the chase I led
smiles With echoing hounds and horns,
Ye grew immortal-Know, however fair And left for thee my downy bed,
Sculpture and Painting, fairer Poetry, Unplanted yet with thorns.
Your eldest sister, from the Aonian mount, Now, languid with the noontide beams,
Imagination's fruitful realm, supply'd Explor'd thy precious springs ?
The rich material of your lovely soil. That proudly flow, like Susa's strcams,
Her fairy forms, poetic fancy first To temper cups for kings.
Peopled the hills, and vales, and fabled grores
With shapes celestial, and by fountain side But soon, inspir'd with nobler powers,
Saw fauns with wonton satyrs lead the dance I sought thy awful grove;
With meek-ey'd nažads; saw your Cyprian There frequent sooth'd my evening hours,
Ascending from the ocean's ware: queca That best deceiver, love.
Poctic fancy in Maonian song
Pictur'd immortal Jove, ere Phidias' hands Each smiling joy was there, that springs Sublime with all his thunders form'd the god. In life's delicious prime;
Here then uniting with your kindred art,
Majestic Grecian sculpture deign to dwell,
Here shadss of Academe again invite,
Athenian philosophic shades, and here
Ye Roman forms, a nobler Tyber flows.
Come, Pomfret, come, of rich munificence
, In bright Platonic dreams.-
Partake the fame, though candid blushes rise,
And mudest virtues shun the blaze of day. Ah me! my dreams of harmless youth
Pomfret, not all thy honours, splendid train, No more thy walks invade,
Not the bright coronet that binds thy bror, The charm is broke by suber truth,
Not all thy lovely offspring, radiant queens Thy fairy visions fade.
On beauty's throne, shall consecrate ihy praise
Like science, boasting in thy genial beam No more unstain'd with fear or guilt
Increasing storcs: in these embowering shades Such hours of rapture smile,
Stands the fair tablet of eternal fame;
There memory's adamantine pen records
Her sons; but each ilustrious female's name
Pomfret shall live, the generous Pomfret join'd
With Caroline, and martial Edward's queen,
Smilingon arts and learning's sons they reignid.com
And see where Westmorland adorns the trail Welcome again the reign of ancient arts !
Of learning's princely patrons ! Lo, I see
A new pantheon rise as that of old
Famous, nor founded by ignobler hands; ,
I see enshrin'd majestic awful forms, Romne.
Chiefs, legislators, patriots, beauties, gods. 'Hampton-Court palace is supplied with wa
Not bim by superstitious fears ador'd ter from the springs en Combe Hills.
With barbarous sacrifice and frantic zeal, 2- There Susa by Choapes' amber stream, Yet not uncelebrated por upsung, for oft
torch The drink of none but kings.”
Thou, slumb'ring Cupid, with inverted torch Milton. Betokening mildest fires, shall bear the sighs
Of virtuous, love-sick youths. You too shall Now sweetly pensive, bending o'er the stream, reign,
Mark the gay floating myriads, nor molest Celestial Venus, though with chaster rites, Their sports, their slumbers, but inglorious dreaın Addrest with vows from purer votaries heard. Of evil Med and all creation blest?
Orelse, beneath thy porch, in social joy
Sit and approve thy infant's virtuous haste,
Ilumnanity's sweet tones while all employ
To lure the wing'd domesties to repast !
There smiling see a fop in swelling state,
In air, or earth, and lawn, and thicket rove, And duck row on with waddling honest mnit,
While one with front erect in simple pride
Full firmly treads, his cousort waits liis call,
Now deal the copious barley, waft it wide, A writhing reptile, type of mightier woes?
That each may taste the bounty meant for all
Yon bashful songsters with retorted eve
Pursue the grain, yet wheel contracted night,
The dew of death bangs clammy on his cheeks. Liberal to him; yet still the wafted grain,
Green, azure, gold, but undistinguisb'd gore! | And blessing Heaven that wakes their grateful
strain, -I call in vain--they gasp upon the shore.
Let Heaven's best joy be thine, Benevolence. A yet ignobler band is guarded round | While flocks soft bleatings, echoing high and With dogs of war---the spurning bull their
clear, prize ;
The neigh of steeds, responsive o'er the heath,
And now they sprawl in howlings to the skics. | Than screams of terrour and the groans of
Fly then mankind, ye young, ye helpless old I
Distinguishes the shepherd, drowns the fold.
Por milder conflicts, love their palm design'd? Eager on man, a noble chase, they start;
Now sheath it deeper in a virgin's heart.
Their reeking hands in nation's carnage died !
No longer bathing in the blood of brutes, For concord, order, for th' harmonious whole?
They swim to empire in a human tide. Nor plead necessity, thou man of blood!
But see him, see the fiend that others stung, Hearen tempers power with mercy-Heaven
With scorpion conscience lash himself the revere!
Jast! Yet slay the wolf for safety, lamb for food;
See, festering in the bosom where they sprung, But shorten misery's pangs, and drop a tear! |
The fury passions that laid nature waste ! Ah! rather turn, and breath this evening gale' th this evening cale Lehold the self-tormentor drag his chains,
And weary Heaven with many a fruitless Uninjur'd and uninjuring nature's peace.
groan ! Come, draw best nectar from the foaming pail, Come, pen the fold, and count the stock's in- | By pining fasts, by voluntary pains,
Revenging nature's cause, he pleads his own.
Yet prostrate, suppliant to the throne abore, See pasturing heifers with the bull, who wields
He calls down Heaven in thunders to pursue Yet budding horns, and wounds alone the soil!
Heaven's fancied foes--O God of peace and lorc, Or see the panting spaniel try the fields
The voice of thunder is no voice from you! While bursting coveys mock his wanton toil !
Mistaken mortal ! 'tis that God's decree Now feel the steed with youth's elastic force
To spare thy own, nor shed another's blood : Spontaneous bound, yet bear thy kind con
Heaven breathes benevolence, to all, to thee;
Each being's bliss cousummates general good,
• Shrove Tuesday,
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I“ Ye gales * !” they cried, “ ye cruel eastern ODE TO CAPTIVITY.
Adverse to Troy, conspiring with the foe, , WRITTEN IN THE LAST WAR.
That eager stretch the victor's swelling sails, Ostern Captivity ! from Albion's land
To what unfriendly regions will ye blow? Far, far, avert the terrours of thy rod !
Shall we serve on Doric plains ? O wave not o'er her fields thy flaming brand !
Or where in Pitbia Pyrrhus reigns ? crush not Freedom, fairest child of God!
Shall Echo catch our captive tales ?
Joyless in the sprightly vales
| Apidanus thy beautcuns current laves,
Say, shall we sit and dream of Simois' fairer Thy sister Superstition's train !
waves ? O spare from sanguine rites the silver Noods! " Shall Delos, sacred Delos, hear our woes? Nor haunt with shapes obscene our unpolluted Where when Latona's offspring sprung to birth, woods !-
| The palm spontaneous, and the laurel rose, Is yet too weak, rapacious power, thy throne ?
O Dian, Dian, on thy hallowed earth ; While the chain'd continent thy vassal waits,
With Delian inaids, a spotless band, The Rbine, the Danube, and the sounding Rhone,
At virtue's altar shall we stand Proclaim thy triumphs through an hundred
And hail thy name with choral joy
Inzok'd in vain for falling 'Troy?
| Thy shafts victorious sball our songs prociaim, Courted for thee by ocean's gales !
When not an arrow Aed to spare thy votaries 'Through yawning vaults i on Tagus'
“To Athens, art's fair empire, shall we rove? Thine revenge's dagger gleams :
There for some haughty mistress ply the loom, Thy fury bursts on Rome's devoted head, With daring fancy paint avenging Juve, In vain the Scipios liv'd, the Decii, Cato bled!
His forked lightnings fiaming through the Be these thy bounds-whose laws with monarchs
To blast the bold Titanian race: To this fair isle how impotent thy hate!
Or deaf to vature, must we trace Where Pitt, so righteous Heaven and George
In mournful shades our bapless war? ordain,
What art, dread Pallas, to thy car,
That thunder shook on Afric's shore, | By thine, by Pyrrhus' lance, how lufty Iliun fell?
“Yes, cruel goils, oor bleeding country fulls, In western worlds 3 its awful powers
I Her chiefs are slain-see brothers, sires expire! Sunk astonish'd Bourbou's towers;
| Ah see, exulting o'er her prostrate walls, That thunder sounding o'er the Celtic main,
The victor's fury, and devouring fire !
Asia's banghty genius licore,
Bows the perk tu Europe's yoke,
No festal wreaths shall bind our brow, His name be echoed in your fostal bowers, | Nor Hyınen's torches light the bridal day: Who guards britannia from a foreign lord !
O Death,and black Despair, behold your destiir'd
Of cities storm'd and virgins' wrongs,
LATELY PUBLISHED BY THE TITLE OF FINGAL, &c. Their prostateland ? how Greece her victims tore
Brown Autumn nods upon the mountain's head, Prom faming altars ? --captive queens they turn'd The dark iist gathers; howling winds assail From Troy reluctant--on the sea-beat shore | The blighted desert; on its mineral bed
Their eyes to Heaven were roll'd in vain, I Dark rolls the river through the sullen vale,
On the hill's dejected scene
The blasted ash alone is seen, (sleeps ;
That marks the grave where Cunnal Behind them Troy a smoking ruin lies,
Gather'd iuto inould'ring heaps Before lie unknown seas, and black incumbent Proin the whirlwind's giddy round, skies.
Its leaves bestrew the hallowed ground.
Across the musing hunter's lonesome way I The late conspiracy against the Portuguese Flit melancholy ghosts, that chill the dawn of day, government was planacd amid the ruins of that rinfortunate capital.
4 An imitation of the first chorus in the Hecu. · Senegal. • Louisbourg. ba of Luripides.
Connal, thou slumberist there, the great, the
ODE TO YOUTII. good!
ace? Thy long-fam'd ancestors what tongne can
Youth, ah stay, prolong delight,
Youth, disdaining silver hairs,
Autumn's frowns and Winter's cares,
Dwell'st thou but in dimple sleek,
In vernal smiles and summer's cheek?
lou Spring's ambrosial lap thy hands unfold, Rent from the promontory's brow,
They blossom fresh with hope, and all they touch And drath has laid the mighty low.
is gold. The mountains mourn their consecrated tree; His country Commal mourns :-what son shall
Graver years come sailing by : rival thee?
Ilark! they call me as they fly;
Quit, they cry, for nobler themes,
Statesman, quit thy boyish dreams!
Or Hatter thrones, the nobler choice!
Deserting virtue, yet assuine her state;
Thy smiles, that «well with love, ah! wed them
now to hate.
Or in victorv's purple plain
Triumph thou on hills of slain!
While the virgin rends her hair,
Childless sires demand their heir, fues,
Timid orphans kneel and weep: As sportive infant's staff the bearded thistle mows.
Or, where the unsunn'd treasures sleep, Onward to meet this hero, like a storm,
Sit brooding o'er thy cave in grim repose.
There mock at human jora, there mock at huA cloudy storm, the mighty Dargo came; As mountain caves, where dusky meteors form,
man woes. His hollow eye-balls flash'd a livid flame.
Years away! too dear I prize
Fancy's haunts, her vales, her skies;
Come, ye gales that swell the flowers,
Wake my soul's expanding powers;
Come, by streams embow'r'd in wood, .
Celestial forms, the fair, the good!
With moral charins associate vernal joys!
fashion's toys. side.
Come, while years reprove in vain, In wild despair, at Connal's foe she drew
Youth, with me, and rapture reign! The fatal string, impatient flew the dart;
Sculpture, painting, meet my eyes, Ah hapless maid ! ith erring course it few;
Glowing still with young surprise!
Never to the virgin's lute
This ear be deaf, this voice be mute!
Come, beauty, cause of anguish, heal its smart.
my heart. Hapless maid! from eve to day,
Still my soul, for over young,
Speak thyself divinely sprung!
Brute or man, in social chain
Still link'd to all, who suffer pain. Together rest in Earth's parental womb,
Pursue the eternal law !one power above Her fairest offspring; mournful in the vale
Connects, pervades the whole--that power din I sit, while, issuing from the moss-grown tomb,
vine is love.
TO THE THAMES.
Nearer to my grore, O Thames! -All is hush'd-your silent urn
Lead along thy sultry streams, The mountain covers with its awful shade,
Summer fires the stagnant air, Far from the haunts of men in pathless desert
Come and cool thy bosom there!
Trees shall shelter, Zephyrs play,
There the lily lifts her head,
I quit thy lyre but still the train Fairest child of Nature's bed.
Of sweet sensations warms my brain. Oh! Thames, my promise all was vain: What? though social joy and love Autamnal storms, autumnal rain
Forget to haunt my sullen grove: Have spoild that fragrance, stript those shades, Though there my soul, a stagnant flood, lapless flower! that lily fades.
Nor flows its own, or others good, What? if chance, sweet evening ray,
Emblem of yon faded flower, Or western gale of vernal day,
That, chill'd by frost, expands no more: Blomentary bloom renews,
The dreary scene yet sometimes closes Heavy with unfertile dews
When sleep inspires, on beds of roses, It bends again, and seems to cry,
Such dear delusions, fairy charms " Gale and sunshine, come not nigh!
As fancy dreams in virtue's arms. Why reclaim from winter's power
For see, a gracious form is near! This wither'd stalk, no more a flower !"
She comes to dry my falling tear. Such a flower, my youthful prime,
One pious hand in pity spread Chill'd by rigour, sapp'd by time,
Supports my else unshelter'd head; Shrinks beneath the clouded storm :
The other waves to chase away What? if Beauty's beaming form,
The spectres haunting all my day: And Cambrian virgin's vocal air
She calls-above, below, around Expand to smiles my brow of care :
Sweet fragrance breathes, sweet voices sound That beam withdrawn, that melting sound, Such a balm to wounded minds, The dews of death hang heavier round,
Gentle Kitty, slumber finds; No more to spring, to bloom, to be,
Such a change is misery's dueI bow to fate and Heaven's decree.
-Wbo wakes to grief should dream of you. Come then, Cambrian virgin, come, With all thy music seek my tomb, With all thy grace, thy modest state, With all thy virtues, known too late!
TO MISS K-_ P Come, a little moment spare
| Ah! bow to music, bow my lays From pious rites and filial care !
To beauty's noblest art!
To reach the bosoin mine the praise,
But thine to melt the heart. For you to grant, for me to claim;
"Tis mine to close affliction's wounds, But bring the song- hose healing sounds
To brighten pleasure's eye: Were balın to all my festering wounds.
But thine, by sweet dissolving sounds, Bring the lyre-by music's power
To make it bliss to die. My soul entranc'd shall wait the hour,
My notes but kindle cold desire,
Ah! what I feel for thee!
Associate then thy voice, thy touch, Its inilder beams reflect from you.
O wed to mine thy powers !
Connubial union our's!
Why, Kitty, with that tender air,
Those eyes to earth inclin'd, Nor airs that jocund tabors play
Those timid blushes, why despair
Of empire o'er mankind ?
Ah! know, that beauty's surest arms But notes of mildest accent call,
Are candour, softness, ease, Of plaintive touch and dying fall;
Your sweet distrust of pleasing charms Notes, to which thy hand, thy tongue,
Is half the charm to please.
Respect your own harmonious art!
For love sécurest wounds,
Securest takes th’ imprison'd heart
Entranc'd by magic sounds!
If flowers of fiction's growth you call
This wreath that truth bestows;
Survey around your attick wall
Each pencill'd form' that glows.
'Drawings from antiqne statues,