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When lab'ring passions, in his bosom pent, With strict propriety their care's confind
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
selves. And alla-down the stage intecble murmurs dies.! Ilis eves, in gloomy socket taught to roll,
What man, like Barry, with such pains can Preclaim'd the sulleri habit of his soul.
Some dozen lines before the ghost is there, To chule the libertine, and court thcqueen.
When he appears most perfect, still we find (Garrick's not half so great a brute as he. Something which jars upon, and hurts the iniud. When Calo's lahor'd scenes are brought to view, Whatever lights ipon a part are throwo, With equal praise rlle actor labor'd 100; We see too plainly Uiey are not his own. For sull you'll find, trace passions to their root, Na flaine from mature erer vet he caught; Sinall diff'rence 'twixt the Stoic and the brute. Nor knew a feeling which he was not taught; In fancied scenes, as in life's real plan, He rais d his trophies on the base of art, He could not for a moment sink the man, And connd his passions, as he conn'd his part. In whate'er cast his character was laid,
Onin, from afar lur'd by the scent of fairie, Solistill, like oil, upon the surface play'd. A stage Leviathan, put in his claim,
Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in : Pupil of Betterton and Booth. Alone, Horatio, Dorax, Falstaff, -- still i was Quin Sullen he walkd, and deend the chair his own. Next follows Sheridan-a doubtful name, For how should moderus, mushrooms of the day, As yet unsettled in the rank of fame, Whone'er thosemasters kucir,know how to play? | This, sondly lavish in his praises grown, Grey-bearded yet'rans, who, with partial tongue, Gives him all merit : That allows him none. Exiol the times when they themselves were Between them both we'll steer the middlecourse, Whio, having lost all relish for ile slage, [young; Nor, loving praise, rob judgement of her force, See not their own defects, but lash the age; Just his conceptions, natural and great.: Receiv'd .vith joyful murmers of applause His fielings strong, his words enforc'd with Their darling chief, and lin'd his fav'rite cause.
weight. Far be it from the candid Muse to trcad Wasspeech-ku'dQuinhimself to hear himspeak, Insulting o'er the ashes of the dead,
Envy would drive ung color from his cheek : But, just to living mcrit, she maintains, But step-dame nature, niggard of her grace, And dares the test, whilst Garrick's genius reigns; Deny'd be social pow'rs of voice and face, Antients in vain cadeavour to excel,
Fix'd in one frame of features, glare of eye, Happily prais'd, if they could act as well. | Passions, like chaos, in confusion lie : But though prescription's force we disallow, In vain the wonders of his skill are try'd Nor to antiquity submissive bow;
To form distinctions nature hath deny'd. Though we deny imaginary grace,
His voice no touch or harmony admits, Founded on accidents of time and place; Irregularly deep and shrill by fits : Yet real worth of every growth shall bear The two extremes appear like man and wife, a Due praise, nor must we, Quin, forget thee there. Coupled together for the sake of strife. (such
His words bore sterling weight, nervous and His action's always strong, but sometimes In manly tides of sense they roll'd along. [strong. That candor must declare he acts too much. Happy in art, he chiefly had pretence
Why must impatience fall three paces back ; To keep up numbers, yet not forfeit sense. Why paces three return to the attack? No actor ever greater heights could reach Why is the right-leg too forbid to stir, In all the labor'd artifice of speech.
Unless in motion semicircular? Speech! is that all? And shall an actor found Why must the hero with the Nailor yie, An universal fame on partial ground ?, | And hurl the close-clench'd fist at nose or eye? Parrots themselves speak properly by rote, In royal Jobn, with Philip angry grown, And in six months, my dog shall howl by note. I thought he would have knock'd poor Davies I laugh at those, who, when the siage they tread, Inhuman tyrant! was it not a shame, (down). Neglect the heart, lo compliment the heid; To fright a king so harmless and so tame ?
But, spite of all defects, his glories rise; And, in their sentence lappily agreeil,
Whilst in his own contending passions roll; If thorough knowledge of the human heart;
LastGarrick came. Behind him thronga train, If feelings which few hearts like his can know, Of snarling critics, ignorant as vain.
And which no face so well as his can show; One finds out,-"He's of staçure somewhat Deservethepref'rence ;-Garrick, take the chair; low,
Nor quit it-till thou place an equal there." “ Your hero always should be tall, you know. • Truc natural greatness all consists in height," Produce your voucher, critic.- Serieani kite." 1 $ 35. The Pleasures of Imagination. Akenside. · Another can't forgive the paltry arts
BOOK I. By which he makes his way to shallow hearts; Vitu what attractive charms this goodly Miere pieces of finesse, traps for applause
frame ' “ Avaunt, unnatural start, affected pausc." of nature touches the consenting hearts
Forine, by nature forin'dtojudge wuhphlegm; Of mortal mou; and what the pleasing stores I can't acquit by wholesale, mor condemn. Which braucous imitation thence derises The best things carried to excess are wrong: To dleck the poet's, or the painter's toil; The start may be too frequent, pause too long : My verse rufoles. Artemi, ve vente powers But only usd in proper time and place, Of musical delight! and, while I sing Severest judgement inust allow them grace. Your gifts.your honors, clance around mir straia.
If bunglers, formi'l on iinitation's plan, Thon, smiling queen of ei 'ry til'reful breast, Just in the way that monkies mimic inan, | Indulgent fancy! from the fruitsnl bariks Their copied scene with mangled arts disgrace, JOf Avon, wherice thy rosy fingers cull And pause and start with the same vacant face; Fresh Aowers and dews to sprinkle on the tuf Wejoin the critic laugh; those tricks we scom, Where Shakspeare lies, lie present: and with the Which spoil the scenes they mean their to adoro. Lei Fiction come, upon her vagrant wings But when, from nature's pure and genuine source, Wafting ten thousand colors through the air, These strokes of acting flow with gen'rous force; Which, by the cliences of her inagic eye, When in the features all the soul's portray'll, She blends and shifts at will, through countless And passions, such as Garrick's, are display'l; ! forms To me they secin from quickest feelings caught: Her vild creation. Goddess of the Ivre
When reason yields to passion's wild alarms, Wilt thou, eternal liarnicur! desrend And the whole state of man is up in arnis; T.And join this festive train: for with three conies What but a critic could condemn the player, The Quile, the guardian of their lovely sports, For pausing here, when cool sevse pauses there? | Majes-tic Truh;and where 'Truth duigns to conne, Whilst, working from the heart, the fire I trace,Iler sister Liberty will not be far. And mark it strongly facing 10 the face; Be present, all ve Genii, who con luct Whilst, in auch sound, I hear the very inan; 1 The wandering footsteps of the youthful bard. I cant 't catch words, and pily those who can. New to your springs and shades; who touch bis
Let wits, like spiders, froni the tortur'd brain Fine-draw the critic web with curious pain; With finer sounds: who heighten to his eye The gods-makindness I with thanks must pay, The bloom of nature, and before him turn Have form' mc of a coarser kind of clay; The govest, happiest attitude of things, Nor stung withienry, nor with spleen diseas'd, 1 Ort have the laws of cach poetic strainA poor dull creature, still with nature pleas'd; The critic-verse employed : yet still unsung Hence to thy praises, Garrick, I agree, Lay uiis prime subject, though importing most And, pleay'd with nature, musi be pleas'd with | A poci's name ; for fruitless is the attempt, thee.
By dull obedience and by creeping toil Now might I tell, how silence reign'd through. Obsure, to conquer the severe ascent out,
Of high Parnassus. Nature's hinilling breath And decp attention hush'd the rabble rout: Must lire the chosen genius ; mature's hand How ev'ry clainant, tortur'd with desire, Must sering his nerves, and imp his eagle wings Was pale as ashes, or as red as fire :
Impatient of the painful steep, to soar But, loose to fame, the Muse more simply acts, High as the sunimit, there to breathe at large Rejects all flourish, and relates mere facts. Ethereal air, with bards and sages old,
The judges, as the several parties caine, | Immortal sons of praise. These faltering scenes With temper heard, with judgement weigh'd|To this neglected labor court my song: each claim,
Yet not unconscious what a doubıful iask
To paint the finest features of the mini, The mind supreme. They also feel her charms;
Consenting, sounded through the warbling air
The grace of motion, or the bloom of light, The frame of genius to the human breast, Thrills through Imagination's tender frame, And love and beauty, and poetic joy
From norve to nerve : all naked and alive And inspiration. Ere the radiant sun
They catch the spreading rays: till now the soul Sprang froin the cast, or 'inid the vault of night. At length discloses every tuneful spring The moon suspended her serener lamp;
To that harmonious movement from without Ere mountains, wouds, or sireauis adornd the Responsive. Then the inexpressive strain globe.
Diffuses ils enchantment: Fancy dreams Or Wisdoin taught the sons of men her lore; Of sacred fountains and Elysian grores, Then liv'd the Almighty Onc: then, deep retir'd And vales of bliss : the intellectual Power In his unfathom'd essence, view'd ihe forms, Bends from his awful throne a wondering car, The fornis eternal of created things;
| And siniles : the passions, gently sooth'd away, The radiant sun, the moon's nocturnal lamp, Sink to divine repose, and love and joy The mountains, woods, and streams, the rolling Alone are waking; love and joy, serene globe,
As airs that fan the suinmer. O! attend, Aad Wisdom's mien celestial. From the first Whoe'erthonart, whom these delights can touch, Of days, on thein his love divine he fix'd, Whose candid bosom the refining love His admiration : till in time complete,
Of Nature warms, O! listen to my song; What he aclmir'd and lov'rl, his vital smile And I will guide thee to her favorite walks, Unfolded into being.. Hence the breath And teach thy solitude her roice to lear, Of life informing cach organic frame,
And point her loveliest features to iby view. Hence the green earth and wild resoundingwaves, Krowihen,whate'er of nature'spregnantstores, Hencelightandstade alternate,warmth andcold, Whate'er of wimic art's reflected forms, And clear autumnal skies and vernal showers, With love and adiniration thus inflaine And all the fair variety of things.
The powers of fancy, her delighed sons But not alike to every mortal eye
To three illustrious orders have referr'd; . Is this great scene unveil'd. For since the claims Three sister-graces, whom the painter's hand, Of social life to different labors urge
The poet's tongne confesses; the sublime, The active powers of man; with wise intent The wonderful, the fair. I see thein dawn! The hand of Nature on peculiar minds
I see the radiant visions, where they rise, Imprints a difterent bias, and to each
| More lovely than when Lucifer displays Decrees its province in the common toil. 1 His beamingforehead through the gates of morn, To some she taught the fabric of the sphere, To lead the trair of Phæbus and ihe spring. The changeful moon, the circuit of the stars, Sav, why was man so eminently rais'd The golden zones of heaven : 10 some she gave Anid the vast creation ; why ordaind To weigh the moment of eternal things, Through life and death to cart his piercing eye, Of time, anıl space, and fate's unbroken chain, I With thoughts beyond the limit of his frame; And will's quick impale : others by the hand But that the Oinnipotent might send hiin forth She la o'er vales and mountains, to explore in sight of mortal and immortal powers, What healing virtue swells the tender veins As on a boundless theatre, to run Of herbs and flowers; or what the beams of inorn 'The great career of justice; to exalt Draw forth, distilling from the clisted rind His generous aim to all liviner feeds; In balıny tears. But some to higher hopes To chase each partial purpose from his breast; Vere destin'd; soine within a finer mould And through the inists of passion and of sense, She wrought, and temper'd with a purer Hame. And through the tossing tide of chance and pain, To these che Sire omnipotent unfolds
To hold his course unfaltering, while the voice The world's harmonions volune, there to read Of truth and virtue, up the steep ascent The transcript of himself. Ou every part of nature, calls hiin to his high reward, They trace the bright impressions of his hand: The applauding sinile of heaven? Else where In carth or air, the meadows purple stores,
fore burus The moon's mild radiance, or the 'viryin's form In mortal bosoms this unquenched hope, Blooming with rosy smiles, they ser portrayal That breathes from day to day sublimer things, That perpared beauty which delighai And mocks possessions wherefore duels the mind
With such resistless ardor, to embrace
The obedient heart far otherwise ineline : Majestic tornis; la peinent to be free,
Winess the sprighis joy when aucht unknown Souming the gross control of Wiliul night ; Strikes the quick sense, and wakes cach acint Prouri of the strong contention of lier toils; Proud to be daring? Who but rather tuns To briker measures : witness the neglect To heaven's broad fire his unconstrained view, Of all familiar prospects though beheld That to the glimmering of in waxen flame? With transport once; the fond attenuve gaze Who that, front Alpine heights, his labering eye of young astonishinient; the soher zeal Shoots round the wild horizon, to survey Oiage, conimenting on prodigious things. Nilus or (anges rolling his bright wave For such the bounteous providence of heaven, Through mountains, pluns, through empires In every breast implanting this desire black with shade,
Of objects new and strange, to urge us on And continents of sand : will inrn his gaze Wish unrennitted labor to pursue To mark the windings of' a scanty rill
Those sacred stores iliat wait the ripening coul, That murmurs at his feet? The high-born soul In Truth's exhaustless busoin. I hai need words Disclains to rest her heaven-aspiring wing To paint its power? For this the daring south Beneath his native quarry. Tird of earin Breaks from his weeping mother's ansious arms, And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Du foreign climes to roie ; tbe pensive sage, Through fields of air ; pirrsues the Hving storm; Needless of sleep, or midnight's harmful damp, Riides on me vollied lightning through the Hangs v'er the sickly taper; and untird hrarcos;
| The virgin follows, with enchanted step, Or, yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern 'The mazes of some wild and wond'rous tale, blast,
From morn to eve, unmindful of her form, Swerps the long tracurfdav. Then high she soars Comindful of the happy dress that stole The blue profound, and hovering ronnd the sun The wishes of the youth, when every maid Beholds him pouring ihe redundant sirtam l'ith envy pind. Hence, finally, by night Of light; behokis bis unrelenuing sway The village-matron round the blazing hearth Bend the reluctant plannets to absolie
Suspends the infant-aurience with her tales, The fated rounds of tine. Thence, far effus'd, Breathing astonishment! of witching rhymes, She darıs her switines, up the long career and evil spirits of the death-bed call Of derrons comeis ; through it hurning signs of him who robh'd : he widow, and devour'd Exulting measures the perennial wheel The orphan's portion; of unquiet souls $f nature, and looks back on all the siars, Rien from the grave to ease ihe heary guilt Whose blended libit, as with a milky zone, for deeds in life conceald; of shapes ihat walk Invests the orient. Now amaz'd she view's At dead of nighi, and clauk their chains, and The enopera) wasie, ulicre happu spirits hold,
ware Bevond ihis concave heaven, their calm abode; The torch of hell around the murderer's bed. And fields of radiance, whose nu facing light At everv solen pause, the crowd recul, Tlas travelled the profound six thousand years, Gazing on each other speechless, and congeld Yor yet arrives in sight of mortal things. With shivering jghs ; till, eager for the event, Even on the barriers of the worki, antir'd, Around the beidam all erect ther hang, Sie meditates the eternal depth below; Eachurembling heart wilt grateful terrorsquelle. T:ll, half recoiling, down the bearllong steep | But lo,! disclosi in all her cariling pomp, She plunges; soon verwhelm’d. ad swallows up Where Beauty onward moving claims ihe verse In that inmense of being. There her hopes Her charms inspire : the freely flowing verse. Rest at the fated goal. For from the birth in thv immortal praise, O forin divine, Of mortal inan, the sov'reign maker said, Smooihs her mellifluent streann. Thee, Beauty, That not in humble nor in brief delight, 1 thee Not in the fading echoes of renown,
The regal dome, and thy enlivening ray Power's purple robes, nor pleasure's flowery lap, The mossv root's adore : thou belier sun! The soul should find enjovment: but from these for ever beamest on the enchanted heart Turning disdainful to an equal good,
Love and harnionious wonder, and delight Thro' all the ascent of things enlarge her view, Poetic. Brightest progeny of heaven!
Till every bowd at length should disappear, How shall I trace thy features? where select And infinite perfection close the scene.
The roseats hues to emulate thy bloom? Call now to nind what high capacious powers Haste then, my song, through nature's vast ex Lie folied up in man: how far beyond
parse, The praise of mortals may the eternal growth Haste, then, and gather all her comcliest wealth, Of nature to perfection half divine
Whate'er lyright spoils the florid earth contains, Expand the blooming soul! What pity then Whatc'er the waters, or the liquid air, Should sloth's unkindly fors depress to earth. To deck thy lovely labor. Wilt thou fly Her render blossom ; choke the streams of life, With laughing Autumn to the Atlantic isles, And blast her spring! Far otherwise design'd And range with him the Hesperian field, and set Alinizity wisdomn; nature's happy cares.. Where'er his Gugers.touch the fruitful rose
The branches shoot with gold; where'er his step, Confess'd in aught, whose most peculiar ends
The indulgent mother, conscious how infirm
The blooi of nectar'd fruitage ripe to sense, And Spring's Elysian bloom. Her fowery store And every charm of animated things, To thee nor Tempe shall refuse; nor watch are only pledges of a state sincere, Of wiriged Hydra guard Hesperian fruits, The integrity and order of their frame, From thy free spoil. ( bear then, unreprov'd, When all is well within, and every end Thy sipiling treasures to the green recess Accomplish'd. Thus was Beauty sent from Where young Dione stays With sweetest airs I hear'n; Enrice her forth to lend her angel-form
The lovely ministress of Truth and Good For beanty's honor'd image. Hither turn in this dark world for Truth and Good are one, Thy grateful footsteps; hither, geirle maid, And Beauty dwells : in them, and they in her, Incline thy polish'd foreheal!: let her eyes Witir life participation. Wherefore then, Effuse the mildness of their azure dawn; O sons of earth! would ve dissolve the tie? And may the fanning breezes waft aside 10 wherefore with a rash impetuous aim, Thy radiant locks, disclosing, as it bends Scek ye those flowery joys with which the hand With airy softness from the marble neck,
Of lavish Fancy paints cach flattering scene The cheek fair-blooming, and ihe rosy lip, Where Beauty seems to dwell, nor once inquire Where winning smiles and pleasure sweet as Where is the sanction of eternal Truth, love,
Or where the seal of undeceitful Good, With sanctity and wisdom, teinpering blend To save your search from folly! Wanting these, Their soit allurement. Then the pleasing force Lo! Beauty withers in your void embrace; Of nature, and her kind parental care,
And with the glittering of an idiot's toy Worthier I'd sing: then all the enamonr'd youth | Did Fancy mock your vows. Nor let the gleam With cach admiring virgin, to my lyre JOf youthful hope that shines upon your hearts, Should throng attentive, while I point on high Be chillid or clouded at this awful task, Where Beansty's living image, like the morn, To learn the lore of undeceitful Good, a
That wakes in Zephyr's arnıs the blushing May, And Truth eternal. Though the poisonous Moves onward; or as Venus when she stood
charns, Emulgent on the pearlv car, and smild, Of baleful Superstition guide the feet Fresh from the deep, and conscious of her form, Of servile numbers, through a dreary way. To sce,the Tritons tune their vocal shells, To their abode, thro’ desaris, thorns, and mire, And eash carolean sister of the Hood
And leave ine wretched pilerim all forlorn With loud acclaim attend her o'er the waves, To muse at last amidst the ghostly gloom To seek the Idalian bower. Ye smiling band Of grares, and hoary vaults, and cloister'd cells, of youths and virzins who thro' all the maze To walk with spectres through the midnight Of young desire with rival steps pursue
shade, This charm of beauty; if the pleasing toil And to the screaming owl's accursed song Can vield a moment's respire, hither turn Attune the drerciful workings of his heart; Your farorable ear, and trust my words
Yet be not yo disntald. A gentler star I do not mean to wake the gloomy form Your lovely search Illumines. From the grove Of Superstition, dress'd in Wisdoin's yarb, Where wisdom talk'd with her Athenian sons, To damp yont tender hopes; I do not mean Could my ambitious hand entwine a wreath To bid the jealous thunxcrer fire the heavens, Of Plato's olive with the Mantuan bay, Or shapes infernal rend die groaning earth, Then should my powerful verse at once dispel To fright you from your jovs; my cheerful song | Those monkish horrors ; then in light divine With better omeus calls you to the field, Disclose the Elysian prospect, where the steps Picas'd with your generous ardor in the chace, Ofihose whom nature charms, through blooin. And warm like vou. Then tell me, for we know, ing walks, Does Beauty ever deign to dwell where Health Through fragrant mountains and poetic streams, And active Use are strangers ? Is her charm Amid the train of sages, heroes, bards,