LIV. The puzzling sons of party next appear'd, In dark cabals and nightly juntos met; [rear'd And now they whisper'd close, now shrugging The important shoulder; then, as if to get New light, their twinkling eyes were inward set. No sooner Lucifer 1 recalls affairs, 1 Than forth they various rush in mighty fret ; When lo! push'd up to power, and crown'd their cares, In comes another set, and kicketh them down stairs. LV. But what most show'd the vanity of life, In cruel broils engaged, and deadly strife: restore. LVI. To number up the thousands dwelling here, But these I passen by, with nameless numbers moe. LVI!. Of all the gentle tenants of the place, There was a man of special grave remark : A certain tender gloom o'erspread his face, Pensive, not sad; in thought involved, not dark; As soot this man could sing as morning lark, And teach the noblest morals of the heart: But these his talents were yburied stark; Of the fine stores he nothing would impart, Which or boon Nature gave, or nature-painting Art. LVIII. To noontide shades incontinent he ran, Where purls the brook with sleep-inviting sound; stray, Sauntering and slow. So had he pass'd many a day. LIX. Yet not in thoughtless slumber were they past: And mark'd the clouds that drove before the wind, But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind. LX. With him was sometimes join'd, in silent walk, Ne ever utter'd word, save when first shone The glittering star of eve-Thank Heaven! the day is done.' LXI. Here lurk'd a wretch, who had not crept abroad In chamber brooding like a loathly toad : Near to his bed, his dinner vile he took ; Unkempt, and rough, of squalid face and mien, Our castle's shame! whence, from his filthy nook, We drove the villain out for fitter lair to look. LXII. One day there chaunced into these halls to rove A joyous youth, who took you at first sight; Him the wild wave of pleasure hither drove, Before the sprightly tempest-tossing light: Certes, he was a most engaging wight, Of social glee, and wit humane, though keen, Turning the night to day, and day to night : For him the merry bells had rung, I ween, If in this nook of quiet bells had ever been. 2 Conjecture has applied this to Dr. Armstrong, the poet. LXIII. But not ev'n pleasure to excess is good: What most elates, then sinks the soul as low: When spring-tide joy pours in with copious flood, The higher still the exulting billows flow, The farther back again they flagging go, And leave us grovelling on the dreary shore: Taught by this son of joy, we found it so; Who, whilst he staid, kept in a gay uproar Our madden'd castle all, the abode of sleep no more. LXIV. As when in prime of June a burnish'd fly, Sprung from the meads, o'er which he sweeps along, Cheer'd by the breathing bloom and vital sky, Then out again he flies, to wing his mazy round. LXV. Another guest 3 there was, of sense refined, And sometimes would he make our valley glad; When as we found he would not here be pent, To him the better sort this friendly message sent : 3 George, Lord Lyttelton. LXVI. < Come, dwell with us! true son of virtue, come ! Shall dead thy fire, and damp its heavenly spark, There to indulge the Muse, and Nature mark : We then a lodge for thee will rear in Hagley-Park.' LXVII. Here whilom ligg'd the Esopus 4 of the age; But call'd by fame, in soul ypricked deep, A noble pride restored him to the stage, And roused him like a giant from his sleep. Ev'n from his slumbers we advantage reap : With double force the enliven'd scene he wakes, Yet quits not Nature's bounds. He knows to keep Each due decorum: now the heart he shakes, And now with well urged sense the enlighten'd judgment takes. LXVIII. A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseenis ; He loathed much to write, ne cared to repeat. 5 The following lines of this stanza were writ by a friend of the author, (since understood to have been Lord Lyttelton) and were designed to portray the character of Thomson. |