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Her public wounds bound up, her credit high, | Tho' disappointed thousands justly blame Her commerce spreading sails in ev'ry sky, Thy partial pen, and boast an equal claim, The pleasing scene recalls my theme again, Be this their comfort - fools omitted here And shows the madness of ambitious men, May furnish laughter or another year. Who, fond of bloodshed, draw the murd'ring Then let Crispino, who was ne'er refus d sword,
The justice yet of being well abus'd, And burn to give mankind a single lord. (With patience wait, and be content to reign
The follies past are of a private kind, The pink of puppies in some future strain ; Their sphere is sinall, their mischief is confin'd: Some future strain, in which he Muse shalltell But daring men there are (awake my Muse! How science dwindles, and how volumes swell; And raise thy verse) who bulder phrenzy choose; How commentators each dark passage shun, Who, stung by glory, rave and bound away; And hold their farthing candle to the sun; The world theirfriend, and humankindtheir prey. / How tortur'd texts to speak our sense aremade,
The Grecian chief, th' enthusiast of his pride, And ev'ry vice is to the scripture laid ; With Rage and Terror stalking by his side, How miserssqueczea young volumptuous peer, Raves round the globe; be soars into a god! His sins to Lucifer not half so dear; Stand fast, Olympus ! and sustain his nod. How Versus is less qualified to steal The pest divine in horrid grandeur reigns, With sword and pistol, than with wax and scal; And ihrives on mankind's iniseries and pains. How lawyers' fees to such excess are run, What slaughter's hosts! what cities in a blaze! That clients are redress'd till they 're undone; What wasted countries ! and what crimson seas! How one man's anguish is another's sport, With orphans' tears his impious bowl o'ertlows, And ev'n denials cost us dear at court; And cries of kingrloms lull him to repose. How man eternally false judgements makes, * And cannot thrice ten hundred years unpraise And all his joys and sorrows are niistakes. The boist'rous boy, and blast his guilty bays? This swarm of themes that settles on my pen, Why want we then encomiums on the storin, 'Which I, like suwiner-fies, shake off again, Or famine, or volcano? they perform
(Let others sing ; to whom nay weak essay Their mighly deeds; they, hero-like, can slay, But sounds a prelude, and points out their prey. And spread their ample deserts in a day. That duty done, I hasten to complete grcat alliance! O divine renown!
My own designs; for Tonson's at the gate. With dearth and pestilence to share the crown. 'The love of faine, in its effects survey'd, When men extol a wild destroyer's name, The Muse; has sung be now the cause display'd, Earth's Builder and Preserver they blasphenie. Since so diffusive and so wide its sway, . One to destroy is murder by the law; What is this Pow'r whom all mankind obey? And gibhets keep the lifted hand in awe. _Shot from above, by Heav'ns indulgence came To murder thousands take a specious name, This gen'rons ardor, ihis unconquer'd flame, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame. To warm, to raise, to deify inankind,
When after battle I the field have seen (men, Still burning brightest in the noblest mind. Spread o'er the ghastly shapes, which once were Bylarge-soul'd men, for thirst of fame renown'd, A nation crush'd! a'nation of the brave ! Wise laws were fram'd, and secret aris were A realna of death! and on this side the grave ! found; Are there, said I, who from this sad survey, Desire of praise first broke the patriot's rest, This human chaos, carry smiles away? And made a bulwark of the warrior's breast; How did my heart with indignation rise! It bids Argyle in fields and senates shine : How honest nature swell'd into my eyes ! What more can prove its origin divine? How was I shock'd, to think the hero's trade But, oh! this passion planted in the soul, Of such materials fame and triumph made ! On eagles wings to mount her to the pole,
How guilty these! yet not less guilty they [The flaming minister of virtue meant, Who reach false glory by a smoother way; . Set up false gods, and wrong'd her high descent, Who wrap destruction up in gentle words, | Ainbition, hence, exerts a doubtful force, Andbows, andsmiles,morefatalihanıheirswords; JOf blots and beauties an alternate source ; Who stifle nature, and subsist on art; . Hence Gildon rails, the raven of the pit, Who coin the face, and petrify the heart; Who thrives upon the carcases of wit : All real kindness for the show discard, | And in art-loving Scarborough is seen As inarble polish'd and as marble hard ; How kind a patron Pollio might have been. Who do for gold what Christians do thro' grace, Pursuit of fame with pedants fills our school, “ With open arms their enemies embrace;" Aud into coxcombs burnishes our fools; Who give a nud when broken hearts repine; Pursuit of fame makes solid learning bright, “Thethinnest food on which a wretch can dine,"| And Nowton lifts above a nortal height: Or if they serve you, serve you disinclin'd ; i Chat key of nature, by whose wit she clears And in their height of kindness are unkind. Her long, long secrets of five thousand years. Such courtiers were, and such again may be, 1 Would yon ihen fully comprehend the whole Walpole, when men forgot to copy thee. Why, and irrwhat degrees, Pride sways the soul!
Here cease, my Muse! the catalogue is writ, (For, tho' in all not equally she reigns) Nor one more candidate for fame adinit; 1 Awake to knowledge, and attend my strains.
Ye doctors ! hear the doctrine I disclose, When his heart burns with such a god-like aim As true as if 'twere writ in dullest prose; · Angels and George are rivals for the fame; As if a letter'd dunce had said, “ 'uis righi," George, who in foes can soft affections raise, And imprimatur ushered it to light. , And charm envenom'd Satire into praise..
To glorious deeds this passion tires the mind, Nor human rage alone his pow'r perceives, And closer draws the ties of humankind, But the mad winds and the tuinultuous wavest. Confirnis socicty ; since what we prize, Even storms (death's fiercest ministers!) forbear, As our chief blessing, must from others sise. And, in their own wild empire, learn 10 spare. Ambition in the truly noble mind,
| Thus nature's self, supporting man's decree, With sister-virtue is for ever join'd;
Styles Britain's Sovereign, Sovereign of the Sca, As in fam'd Lucrece, who with equal dread While sea and air, great Brunswick! shook our From guilt, and shame, by her last conduct fled; state, Her virtue long rebell'd in firm disdain, And sported with a king's and kingdom's fare, And the sword pointed at her heart in vain; Deprivid of what she lov'd, and press'd with fear But, when the slave was threatenid to be laid for ever losing what she held most dear, Dead by her side, her love of fame obey'rl. How did Britannia, like Achillest, weep,
In meaner minds ambition works alone; And tell her sorrows to the kindred deep! But with such art puts virtue's aspect on, Hang o'er the floods, and in devotion warm, That not more like in feature, and in mien, Strive for thee with the surge, and fight the The god and mortal in the comic scene *.
storm! Falsc Julius, ambush'd in his fair disguise, What felt thy Walpole, pilot of the realmı? Soon made the Roman liberties his prize, Our Palinurus § slept not at the helm,
No mask in basest minds ambition wears, His eyes ne'er clos'd; long since inur'd to wake, Bat in full light prick up her ass's ears ; And out waich ev'ry star, for Brunswick's sake, All I have sung are instances of this,
By thwarting passions tost, by cares opprest, And prove my theme unfolded, uot amiss. He found thy tempest pictur'd in his breast.
Ye vain ! desist from your erroneous strife; But now what joys that gloom of heart dispel, Be wise, and quit the false subline of life. No pow'rs of language - but his own, can tell; The true ambition there alone resides,
His own, which Nature, and the Graces form, Where justice vindicates, and wisdom guides; At will to raise or hush the civil storm. Where inward dignity joins outward state, Our purpose good, as our achievement great ; 18 52. The Castle of Indolence. An Allegorical Where public blessings public praise attend,
Poem. THOMSON.. Where glory is our motive, not our end. (view,
The Castle hight of Indolence, Wouldst thonbe fam'd? have those high deeds in
And its false luxury; Brave men would act, tho' scandal should ensue.
Where for a little time, alas!
We liv'd right jollily.
O MORTAL man, who livest here by toil, No pride of thrones, no ferer after famie ;
Do not complain of this thy hard estate : But when the welfare of mankind inspires,
That like an emmet thou must ever moil, And death in view to dear-bought glory fires,
Is a sad sentence of an antient date; Proud conquest then, then regal pomps delight: And, certes, there is for it reason grcat; Then crimes, then triumphs, sparkle in his sight;
For, tho'sometimes it makes thee weepandwail, Tumultand noisearedear, which with them bring
And curse thy star, and early drudge and late; His people's blessings to their ardent king : Withouten that would come an heavier balc, But, when those great beroic motives cease, Loose life, unruly passions, and discases pale. Ilis swelling soul subsides to native peace; From tedious grandeur's faded charms withdraws,
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, A sudden foe to splendor and applause,
With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round, Greatly deferring his arrears of fame,
A most enchanting wizard did abide, Till mien and angels jointly shout his name.
Than whomafiend more fell is no where found. O pride celestial, which can pride disdain !
It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground:
And there a season aiween June and Alay, O blest ambition, which can ne'er be vain! From one fam'd Alpine hill, which props the
Half prankt with spring, with summer half In whuse deep womb unfathom'd waterslie, sky,
inbrown'd, Here burst the Rhone and sounding Poiheresnine,
A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, In infant rills the Danube and the Rhine;
Noliving wight could work,ne cared even for play. From the rich store one fruitful urn supplies, I Was nought around but images of rest : Whole kingdous smile, a thousand harvests rise. Slecp-soothing groves, and quiet lawns between
In Brunswick such a source the Muse adores, And flow'ry beds that slumb'rous influence Which public blessings thro' half Europe pours,
From poppies breath'd; and beds of pleasant! “ What youthful bride can equal her array green,
" Whó can with her for easy pleasure vie ? Where never yet was creeping creature seen ; “From mead to meadwith gentlewingtostray, Meantime unnumber'd glittering strcainlets “ From flow'r to flow'r on balmy gales to fly, play'd,
“ Is all she hath to do beneath the radiant sky. And hurled every where their waters sheen; “ Behold the merry ninstrels of the morn,
That, as they bicker'd thro' the suny glade, « Theswarmingsongsters ofthecarelessgrore, Tho' restless still themselves, a lulling murmur !' 'Ten thousand throats! that from the flower. made.
"ing thorn Joind to the prattle of the purling rills “ Hlynın heirgoud God,and carolsweetoflore, Were heard the lowing leni, along the vale, " Such grateful kindly raptures them enoce : And fiocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, i “They neither plough nor sow; ne, fii for flail, And racant shepherds piping in the dale; “ E'er to the barn the nodding sheaves they And now and then sweet Philomelwouldwail, “drove; Or Stock-doves 'plain amid the forest deep, T " Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale, That drowsy rusiled to the sighing gale; " Whatever crowns the hill, or siniles along the And still a coil the grasshopper did keep :
“vale. Yer all these sounds yblent inclin'd all to sleep. " Outcast of nature, man! the wretched thrall Full in the passage of the vale above,
“ Of bitter-dropping sweat, of sweltry pain, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood ; [move, “ Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall, Where nought but shadowy formis was seen to “ And of the vices, an inhuman train, As idleness, kincied in her dreaming mood : “ That all proceed from savage thirst of gain : And up the hills on either side a wood « For when hard-hearted interest first began Or blackening pines, ay waving to and fro, " To poison earth, Astrea left the plain ; Sent forth a sleepy horror thro' the blood; I “Guile, violence, and murder, seis'd on man,
And where this valley winded out below, " And, for soft milky streams, with blood the The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely “ rivers ran. heard, to flow.
“ Come ye who still the cumbrous load of life A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, “Push hard up hill; but, as the farthest steep Of dreams that wave before the ball-shut eye; “ You trust to gain, and put an end to strife, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, “ Down thunders back the stone with mighty For ever Alushing round a summer sky;
“ sweep, There eke the soft delights that witchingly " And hurls your labors to the valley deep, Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, “For ever vain ; come, and withonien fee And calm the pleasures, always lover'd nigh, "I in oblivion will your sorrows steep,
But whate'er smackd of noyance, or unrest, “ Your cares, your toils; willsteep you in a sea Was far, far off' expellid froin this delicious nest.“ Of full delight : oh coine, ye weary wights to The landscape such, inspiring perfect ease,
“ me! Where Indolence (for so the wizard bight) “With me you need not rise at early dawn, Close hid his castle 'nid embove'ring irces, “ To pass the joyless day in various sounds; That hallshutouithebeams of Phabis bright, “ Or, louting loiv, on upstart fortune fawn, And made a kind of checquer'd day and night: “ And sell fair honor for some paltry pounds : Meanwhile, unceasing at the inassy gate, " Or thro' the city take your dirty sounds, Beneath a spacious palnı, the wicked wight “ 'To cheat, and dun, and lie, and visit pay,
Was plac'd; and, to his lute, of cruel fate “ Now flattering base, now giving secret And labor harsh complain'd, lamenting man's “wounds; . estate.
“ Or proul in courts of law for human prey, Thither continual pilgrims crowded still, " In venal scnate thieve, or rob on broad highFrom all the roads of earth that pass thereby;
“ way. For, as they chanc'd to breathe on neighb'ring « No cocks with me to rustic labor call,
“ From village on to village sounding clear; The freshness of this valley smote their eye, “ To tardy swains no shrill'd-voic'd matrons And drew them over and anon more nigh;
[ear; Till clust'ring round th' enchanter false they “ No dogs, no babes, no wires, to stun your hung,
“ No hammers thump; no horrid blacksmith Ymolten with his gyren melody ;
(start, While o'er th'enfeeblinglure his hand heflung/ “ No noisy tradesmen your sweet slumbers - And to the trembling chords those tempting “ With sounds that are a misery to hear : verses Sung :
“ But all is calm, as would delight the heart “ Behold! ye pilgrims of this earth, behold! “Of Sybarite of old, all nature and all art. " Secall but man, with unearn'd pleasure gay, “ Hcre nought but candor reigns, indulgent “ See her bright robes the butterfly unfold,
[down. “ Broke from her wintry tombinprimeof May!! “Good-natur'd lounging, saunt'ring up and
« They who are pleas'd themselves must al. 1 Tho' some there were who would not further "'ways please ;
And his alluring baits suspected han. Spass, « On others ways they never squint a frown, The wise distrust the too fair spoken man; “Nor heed what haps in hainlet or in town. Yet through the gate they cast a wishful eye: “ Thus, from the source of tender indolence, Not to move on, forsooth, is all they can; “ W'ith milky blood the heart is overflown, For, do their very best, they cannot fly;
“ Js sooth'd and sweeten'd by the social sense : But often cach way look, and often sorely sigh. ** For int'rest, envy, pridle,' and strife are When this the watchful wicked wizard saw, banish'd hence.
Withsuddenspringheleap'duponthemstraight, “ What, what is virtue, but repose of mind ?
And, soon as touch'd by his unhallow'd paws
They found themselves within the cursed gate; “ A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm; /
Full hard to be repass'd, like that of fate. “ Above the reach of wild ambition's wind, “ Above those passions that this world deforin,
Not stronger were of old the giant crew
Who sought to pull high Jove from regal state; “ And torture man, a proud malignant worn!
Tho' feeble wretch he seem'd of sallow hue, « But here instead, soft gales of passion play, lo
prongCertes, who bides his grasp, will that encounter " And gently stir the heart, thereby to form
rue. “ A quicker sense of joy; as breezes stray " Across th’enliven'd skies, and make them!
For, whomsoe'er the villain takes in hand, " still more gay:
Their joints unknit, their sinews melt apaces “ The best of men have ever lov'd repose ;
As lithe they grow as any willow wand,
And of theirvanquish'd force remains no trace, " They hate to mingle in the filthy fray;
So when a mailen fair, of mollest grace, “ Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor
In all her buxom blooming May of charms, “ grows, 11 Embitter'd more from peevish day to day. I
Is seis': l in some losel's hot embrace, « Ev'n those whom fame haslentherfairestray, la
:1 She waxeth very weakly as she warms, “ The most renown'dof worthy wights of yore,
Then sighing yields her up to love's delicious
harms. “ From a base world at last have stol'n away.
Wak'd by the crowd, slow from his bench arose "So Scipio, to the soft Cumean shore " Retiring, tasted joy he never knew before.
A comely full-spread porter, swoln with sleep;
His calın, broad, thoughtless aspect breath'd « But if a little exercise you choose,
repose, “ Some zest for ease, 'tis not forbidden here.
And in sweet torpor he was plunged deep, “ Amid the groves you may indulge the Muse; /
Hecould himself from ceaseless yawning keep: «« Or tend the blooms, and deck the vernal
While o'er his eyes the drowsy liquor ran, “ year;
Thro' which his half-wak'd soul would “ Or softly stealing, with your watery gear, “ Along the brooks, the crimson-spotted fry
Then taking his black staff, he called his man, 1. You may delude: the whilst amus'd you hear Androus'dhimselfasmuchas rouse himself he can. “ Now the lioarse stream, and now the ze
The lad Icap'd lightly at his master's call, “phyr's sigh,
He was, to weet, a little roguish page, “ Attuned io the birds and woodland melody,
Save sleep and play who minded not at all, “ O grievous folly! to heap up estate,
Like most the untaught striplings of his age. « Losing the days you see beneath the sun ; !
This boy he kept each band to discngage, «« Wher,sudderi,comes blindunrelentingfate,
Garters, and buckles, task for him unfit, “ And gives theuntasted portion you have won But ill-becoining his grave personage. " With ruthless toil, and many a wretch un
And which his porily paunch would not “ done,
permit; * To those who mock you gone to Pluto's
uto's So this same limber page to all performed it. «« There with sad ghosts to pine, and shadows
Meantime the master-porter wide display'd " dun:
Great store of caps, of slippers, and of gowns; “ But sure it is of vanilies most vain, (tain."
Wherewith he those who enter'd in array'd, "To toil for what you here untoiling may ob
Loose as the breeze that plays along the downs, Heceas d. Butstilltheirtremblingearsretain'd
And waves the summer-woods when evening The deep vibrations of his 'witching song;
frowns. That by a kind of magic pow'r constrain'd O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, To enter in, pell-mell, the list ning throng. But ev'ry flowing limb in pleasure drowns, Heapspour'donheaps,andyetthey slipp'dalong. And heightens case with grace. This done, In silent ease; as when beneath the beam
right fain, Of summer moons, the distant woods among, Sir porter sat him down, and turn'd to sleep again.
Or by some food all silverd with the gleam, Thus easy rob'd, they to the fountain sped, The solt embodied fays thro' airy portal stream.
That in the middle of the court up-threw By the smooth demon so it order'd was, A stream, high spouting from its liquid bed, And here his baneful bounty first began : And falling back again in drizzly dew :
There each deep draughts, as deep he thirsted! The pride of Turkey and of Persian land?, drew.
Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, It was a fountain of Nepenthe rare : (grew, And Couches stretch around in seemly band; Whence,as Dan Koincrsings, huge pleasaunce And endless pillows rise to prop the head;
And sweet oblivion of vile earthly care ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling Fair gladsone waking thoughts, and joyous bed. dreams more fair.
And every where huge cover'd tables stood, This rite performn'd, all inly pleas'd and still, With wines high favor'd and rich viands Withouten tromp was proclamation made :
crown'd; “ Xe sons of Indolence, do what you will; Whatever sprightly juice or tasteful food "And wander where you list, thro'hallorglade! On the greeir bosom of this earth are found, “ Be no man's pleasure for another's staid ; And all old ocean genders in his round: “Let each as likes hin best his hours employ; Some hand unseen these silenty display'd, " And curs'd be he who minds his neigh- Evi'n andemanded by a sign or sound : « bour's trade!
You need but wish; and instantly obey'd, " Here dwells kind ease and unreproving joy: Fair rang'd the dishes rose, and thick the glasses " He little merits bliss who others can annoy." Straight of these endless numbers, swarming Here freedom reign'd without the least alloy; round,
Nor gossip's talc, nor antient maiden's gall, As thick as idle motes in sunny ray,
Nor saintly spleen, durst murmur at our joy, Not one esisoons in view was io be found, And with envenom'd tongue our pleasures pall. But ev'ry ian strolld off his own glad way. For why? there was but one great rule for all; Wide o'er this ample court's blank area, To wit, that cach should work his owu desire, With all the lodges that thereto pertain'd, And eat, drink, study, slecp, as it may fall, No living creature could be seen to stray; Or melt the time in love, or wake the lyre,
While solitude and perfect silence reign'd: And carol what, unbid, the Muses might inspire. So thai to think you dream'd you almost was
The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, constrain'd.
Where was enwoven many a gentle tale ; As when a shepherd of the * Hebrid Isles, Such as of old the rural poets sung, Plac'd far amid the melancholy inain,
Or of Arcadian or Sicilian vale : (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles, Reclining lovers, in the lonely dale, Or that aërial beinys sometimes deign
Pour'd forth at large the sweetly tortur'd heart, "To stand, embodied, to our senses plain) Or, sighing tender passion, sweld the gale, Sees on the naked hill, or valley low,
And taughtcharnidechotoresoundtheir smart; The whilst in ocean Phæbus dips in wain, While Aocks, woods, streams, around repuze A vast assembly moving to and fro:
and peace impart. Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous
Those pleasd the most, where, by a cunning show.
Depainted was the patriarchal age; hand, Ye gods of quiet and of sleep profound, WhattimeDan Abraham left the Chaldee land, Whose soft dominion o'er this castle sways, And pastur'd on from verdant stage to stage, And all the wildly silent places round, Where fields and fountains fresh could best Forgive me if my trembling pen displays
engage. What never yet was sung in mortal lays. Toil was not then. Of nothing took they hedd, But how shall I attempt such arduous string. But with wild beasts the sylvan war to waze, I who have spent my nights and nightly days And o'er vast plains their herds and flocks to
In this soul-deadening place, loose loitering? feed :
Come on, my Muse, nor stoop to low despair Sometimes the pencil, in cool airy halls,
The sages calm, the patriot's noble rage, And now rude mountains frown amid the skies; Dashingcorruptiondownthro’ev'ry worthless age. Whate'er Lorrain light-touch'd with softning
The doors, that knew no shrill alarming bell, hue
• Those islands on the western coast of Scotland, called thş Hebrides,