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For oh, how grateful to a wounded heart Fir'd with zeal peculiar, they defy . . The tale of misery to impart!
The rage and rigor of a polar sky, . Froin others' eyes bid artless sorrows flow, |And plant successfully sweet Sharon's rose ;
And raise esteem upon the base of woe! On icy plains, and in eternal snows. , E: 'n He*, the noblest of the tuneful throng, Oh, blest within th' inclosure of your rocks,
Shall deign my love-lorn tale to hear, For herds have ye to boast, nor bicating flocks ; Shall catch the soft contagion of my song. No fertilizing streams your fields divide. And pay my pensive Muse the tributeof a tear. That show revers'd the villas on their side :
No groves have ye; no checrful sound of bird,
Or voice of turtle, in your land is lieard ; $ 104. Ar: Ode to Narcissa. SMOLLET.
Nor grateful eglantine regales the smell Tør fatal shafis unerring move ;
Of those that walk at ev'ning where you dwell: I bow before thine altar, Love!.
But winter, armd with terrors here unknown, Irel thy soft resistless flanie
Siis absolute on his wstraken throne; Glide swist thru' all my vita frame !
Piles up his stores amidst the frozen waste, For while I gaze my bosom glows,
And bids the mountains he has built stand fast; My blood in res impetuous flows;
Beckons the legions of his storms away Hope, fear, and joy, alternate roll,
From happier scenes, to make your land a prey; And Moods of transport whelm my soul ! Proclaims the soil a conquest he has won,
And scorns to share it with the distani sun.
Yet truth is yours, reinote, unenvied isle ;
And peace, the genuine offspring of her smile: My tongue some secret magic ties,
The pride of letter'd ignorance, that binds My murmurs sink in broken sighs!
In chains of error our accomplish'd minds ; Condemnd to nurse eternal care,
That decks with all the splendor of the true And ever drop the silent tear;
A false religion - is unknown to you. Unheard I mourn, unknown I sigh,
Nature indeed vouchsafes for our delight Unfriended live, unpitied die !
The sweet vicissitudes of day and night';
Soft airs and genial moisture feed and cheer $ 105. Elegy in Imitation of Tibullus. SMOLIET. Field, fruit, and flow'r, and ev'ry creature here, Where now are all my fatt'ring drcains of
But brighter beams than his who fires the skies
Have ris'n at length on your admiring eves, joy?
That shoot into your darkest caves the day
From which our nicer optics turn away.
pray'r, Lead beauty thro' the mazes of the ball, For merchants, rich in cargoes of despair, Or press her wanton in love's roseate bow'r. Who drive a loathsome traffic, gage and span, . For me, no more I'll range thienpårvled mead, And buy the muscles and the bones of man? Where shepherds pipe and virgins dance around,
The tender ties of father, husband, friend, Nor wander thro'the woodbine's fragrant shade,
All bonds of nature in that moinent end ; To hear the inusic of the grove resound.,
And each endures while yet he draws his breath, I'll seek some lonely church, or dreary hall,
A stroke as faial as the scythe of death.''
The sable warrior, frantic withi-regret Where fancy paints the glinm'ring taper blue, 10x her he loves, and never can forget. Where damps hans nould'ring on the ivy'd wail, | Loses in tears the far receding shore, And sheeted ghosts drink up the midnight dew : But not the thought, that they inust meet no There. leagu'd with hopeless anguish and des- Deprivid of her and freedom at a blow, (more: Awhile in silence o'er my fate repine: Tpair, What has he left that he can yet forego Then, with a long farewich to love and care, TYes, to deep sadness suller:ly resigud, To kindred dust my weary limbs consign.
He ftels his body's bondage in his mind;Wilt :h02, Moniinia, shed a gracious tear
Puts off his gen'rous nature, and to suit On the cold grave where all my sorrows rest;
| His manners with his fatis, puts on the brutė. Strew vernal How'rs, applaud ing love sincere,
Oh most degrading of a fills that wait
On man, a mourner in his best estate!
And find submission more than half a cure; $ 106. The Propagation of the Gospel in Greenland. Grief is itself a med'cine, and bestow'd .
CowPER. T inprove the fortitude that bears a load ; * And still it spreads. See Germany send forth To teach the wand'rer, as his woes increase, Her sons, to pour it on the farthest north † : The path of wisdo!n, all whose paths are peace.
• Lord Lyttleton. · The Mórarian missionaries in Greenland. Vide Krantz, ' But
But slav'ry!- virtue dreads it as hier grave; To quit the bliss thy rural scenes bestow
To seek a nobler, amidst scenes of woe; [home, Or if the will and sovereignty of God
To traverse seas, range kingdoms, and bring Bid suffer it awhile, and kiss the rod;
Not the proud monuments of Greece or Rome, Wait for the dawning of a brighter day, But knowledge, such as only dungeons teach, Aud snap the chain the moment when you may. And only sympathy like thine could reach; Nature imprints upon whate'er we see, That grief, sequester'd from the public stage, That has a heart, and life in it, Be free! Might smooth her feathers, and enjoy her cageT'he beasts are charter'd-neither age nor force Speaks a divine ambition, and a zeal Can quell the love of freedom in a horse : T'he boldest patriot might be proud to feel. He breaks the cord that held him at the rack, Oh that the voice of clamor and debate, And, conscious of an unencumber'd back, That pleads for peace till it disturbs the state, Snuffs up the morning air, forgets the rein, Were hush'd, in favor of thy gen'rous plea, Loose Ay his forelock and his ample mane; The poor thy clients, and Heaven's sinile thy fee! Responsive to the distanis neigh he neighs, 2 100. On Domestic Happiness, as the Friend Nor stops till, overleaping all delays, He finds the pasture where his fellows graze. Jl of Virtue; and of the alse Good-noture of
COWPER. $ 108. On Liberty,and in Praise of Mr.Ilovard. Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
CowPER. JOf Paradise that has surviv'd the fall! On could I worship ought beneath the skies T ho’ few now taste the unimpair'd and pure, That earth had scen, or fancy could devise, Or, tasting, long enjoy thee; too infirm. Thine altar, sacred Liberty, should stand, Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Built by no mercenary, vulgar hand.
Unmix'd with drops of bitter, which neglect With fragrant turf, and tlow'rs as wild and fair Or temper sheds into thy chrystal cup. As ever dress'd a bank, or scented summer air. Thou art the nurse of virtue. In thine arms Duly as ever on the mountain's height She siniles, appearing, as in truth she is, The peep of norning shed a dawning light; Heavcu-born, and destin'd to the skies again. Again, when evening in her sober vest Thou art not hnown where Pleasure is ador'd, Drew the grey curtain of the fading West; That reeling goddess with the zoneless waist My soul should yield thee willing thanks and And wand'ring eyes, still leaning on the arm For the chief blessings of my fairest days: (praise of Novelty, her fickle, frail support; But that were sacrilege - praise is not thine, For thou art meek and constant, hating change, But his who gave thee, and preserves thee mine: And finding in the calm of truth-tied love Else I would say, and as I spake bid fly Joys that her stormy raptures never yield. A captive bird into the boundless sky,
Forsaking thec, what shipwreck hare we made This triple realm adores the thou art come of honor, dignity, and fair renown, From Sparta hither, and art here at home; Till prostitution elbows us aside We feel thy force still active, at this hour In all our crowded streets, and senates seem Enjoy immunity from priestly pow'r ; | Conven'd for purposes of einpire less While conscience, happier than in antient years, Than to release th' adult'ress from her bond! Owns no superior but the God she fears. Th' adult'ress! what a theme for angry rerse, Propitious Spirit! yet expunge a wrong What provocation to the indignant heart Thy rites have suffer'd, and our land, too long; That feels for injur'd love! But I disdain Teach mercy to’ten thousand hearts that share The nauseonis task to paint her as she is, The fears and hopes of a commercial care: Cruel, abandon'd, glorying in her shame. Prisons expect the wicked, and were built No. Let her pass; and, charioted along, To bind the lawless, and to punish guilt ; In guilty splendor shake the public ways: Butshipwreck, earthquake, battle, fire and flood, The frequency of crimes has wash'd them white; Are mighty mischiefs, not to be withstood: And verse of mine shall never brand the wretch And honest merit stands on slipp'ry ground Whom matrons now, of character unsmirchd, Where covert guile, and artifice abound: And chaste themselves, are not asham'd to own. Let just restraint, for pxıblic peace design'd, Virtues and vice had bound'ries in old time Chain up the wolves and tigers of mankind; Not to be passid : and she that had renounc'd The foc of virtue has no claim to thee, Her sex's honor, was renounc'd herself But let insolvent innocence go free.
By all that priz'd it ; not for Priidery's sake, Patron of else the most despis'd of men, But Dignity's resentful of the wrong. Accept the tribute of a stranger's pen; 'Twas hard, perhaps, on here and there a waif Verse, like the laurel, its immortal meer, Desirous to return, and not receiv'd; Should be the guerdon of a noble deed : But was an wholesome rigor in the main, I may alarm thee, but I fear the shame And taught th' uoblemished to preserve with (Charity chosen as my theme and aim) | That purity, whose loss was loss of all. (care I must incur, forgetting Howard's name. Men tou were nice in honor in those days, Blest with all wealth can give thee - 10 resign And judg'd offenders well: and he that sharp Joys, doubly sweet to feelings quick as thine ; | And pocketed a prize by fraud obtaju'd, a
Was mark’d, and shugn'd as odious. He that sold Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon
| True to his carge, the close-pack d load behind So liberal in construction and so rich
Yet careless what he brings, his one concern In Christian charity, a good-natur'd age ! Is to conducı it to the destin'd inn; That they are safe : sinners of either sex bred, And, having dropp'd th’expected bag, pass on, Transgress what laws they may. Welldress'd, well Ile whisiles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Well equipag'd, is ticket gooil enough
Cold, and yet cheerful; messenger of grief To pass us readily through ev'ry door.
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to sonic; Hypocrisy, detest her as we may,
To himn indiff'rent whether grief or joy. (And no man's hatred ever wrong'd her yet) Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, May claim his merit still, that she admiis Births, deaths, marriages, epistles wet The worth of what she mimics with such care, With tears that trickled down the writer's cheeks And thus gives virtue indirect applause : | Fast as the periuds from his fluent quill, But she has burnt her masks, not needed here, Or charg'd with am'rous sighs of absent swains, Where vice has such allowance, that her shifts Or nyinphs responsive, (qualiy affect, And specious semblances have lost their use.
| His horse and him, unconscious of them all.
But oh th' important budget! usher'd in $110. On the Employments of what is called With such heart-shaking music, who can say
an Idle Life. Cow PER. What are its tidlings : have our troops awak? How various his employments whom the world Or do they still, as if with opium drugg'd, Calls idle, and who justly, in return,
Snore to the murmurs of th' Atlantic wave? Esteems the busy world an idler too!
| Is India free? and does she wear her plum'd Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, I and jewell'd turban with a smile of peace, Delightful industry enjoy'd at home,
TOr do we grind her still? The grand debate, And nature in her cultivated triin
The popular harangue, the tart reply, Dress'd to his taste, inviting him abroad . The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, Can he want occupation who has these? And the loud laugh -1 long to know thein all; . Will he be idle who has much t' enjoy? I burn to set th' imprison'd wranglers free, .. Me therefore, studious of laborous easc, And give them voice and utt'rance once again. Not slothful ; happy to deceive the time, Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Nor waste it, and aware that human life Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, Is but a loan to be repaid with use,'
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn When he shall call his debtors to account Throws up a steamy column, and the cups From whom are allour blessings-business finds That cheer not to inebriate, wait on tach, Ev'n here. While sedulous I seek t' iniprove, So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in. At least neglect not, or leave unemploy'd Not such his ev'ning, who, with shining face, The mind he gave me; driving it, though slack Sweats in the crowded theatre, and squecz'd, : Too oft, and much impeded in its work | And bord with elbow-points thro'both his sides, By causes not to be devulg'd in vain,
Outscolds the ranting actor on the stage. To its just point- the service of mankind. Nor his, who patient stands till his feet throb. He that attends to his interior selí,
| And his head thumps, to feed upon the breath That has a heart, and keeps it ; has a mind Of patriots bursting with heroic rage, That hungers, and supplies it; and who seeks Or placemen all tranquillity and smiles. A social, not a dissipated life
This, folio of four pages, happy work! Has business ; feels himself engag'd t'achieve Which not ev'n critics criticise, that holds No unimportant, though a silent task. | Inquisitive attention, while I read, A life all turbulence and noise may seem, Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair, To him that leads it, wise, and to be prais'd; Though cloquent themselves, yet fear to breakBut wisdom is a pearl with most success What is it but a map of busy life,' Sought in still water, and beneath clear skies. Its Aluctuations, and its vast concerns ? He that is ever occupied in storins
Here runs the mountainous and craggy ridge Or drives not for it, or brings up instead, That iempts atbilion. On the suininit, see Vainly, industrious, a disgraceful prize. | The scals of offoc glitter in his eyes;. Thcels,
He climbs, he pants, he grasps them. At his $111.' The Post comes in the News-paper is Closc at his heels, a demagogue ascends, read the World contemplated at a distance. And with a dextrous jerk soon twists himn down,
COWPER J And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.. HARK! 'tis the twanging horn! o'er sonder Here rills of oily cloquence in soft bridge,
Meanders lubricate the course they take: That with is wearisome but needful length , The modest speaker is ashain'd and grievid
T engross a moment's notice: and yet begs, And there, at utmost stretch of eye,
While winding round, diffusd and deep,
| The vivid pulse, the vermeil grace, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald, | The spirits, when they gayest shine, Heaven,earth,andocean plunderd of theirswects, Youth, beauty, pleasure, all are thine! Nectareous essences, Olympian dews; To sun of life whose hearenly ray Sermons, and city feasts, and fav’rite airs, Lights up and cheers our various day, Æthereal journies, submarine exploits,
The turbulence of hopes and fears, And Kattersello, with his hair on end
The storm of fate, the cloud of years, At his own wonders, wond'ring for his þread. Till nature with thy parling light,
'Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retrcat Reposes late in Death's calm night :
Or, on the brow of mountain high,
With song and prospect which abound
(All nature sick'ning in the blaze), From Aow'r to flow'r, so he from land to land; VThou in the wild and woody maze The manners, customs, policy of all
That clouds the vale with umbrage deep, Pay contribution to the store he gleans; Impendent from the neighb'ring steep, He sucks intelligence in ev'ry clime,
| Wilt find betimes a calm retreat, And spreads the honey of his deep research Where breathing Coolness has her seat. At his return, a rich repast for me!
1 There plung d amid the shadows brown, He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Imagination lays him down); Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Attentive in his airy mood, Discover countries, with a kindred heart. To ev'ry murinur of the wood: Suffer his wocs, and share in his escapes: The bee in yonder How'ry nook; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, | The chidings of the headlong brook; Runs ihe great circuit, and is still at home. The green leaf quiv’ring in the gale;
The warbling hill, the lowing vale; .
The distant woodman's echoing stroke; $ 112. A Fragment. Mallet. :
The thunder of the falling oak. Fair mórn ascends :' fresh zephyr's breath From thought to thought in vision led, Blow's' lib'ral o'er yon bloomy heath, or He holds high converse with the Dead; Where, sown profusely, kerb and flow'r,
Sages or Poets. See, they rise ! Of balmy smell, of healing pow'r,
| And shadowy skim before his eyes, Their souls in fragrant dews exhale,
Hark! Orpheus strikes the lyre again,
That softeni'd savages 10 men:
Fathers and Friends of human kind ! | Pale Isis lay ; a willow's lowly shade
Spread its thin foliage o'er the sleeping maid; With all that mends the head and heart,
Clos'd was her eye, and froin her heaving breast Enlight'ning truth, adorning art.
In careless folds loose flow'd her zoneless vest; Thus musing in the solemn shade,
While down her neck her vagrant tresses flow, At once the sounding breeze was laid :
In all the awful negligence of woe; And nature, by the unknown law,
Her urn sustain'd her arm, that sculptur'd vase Shook deep with reverential awe;
Where Vulcan's art had lavish'd all his grace. Dumb silence grew upon the hour;
Here, full with life, was heaven-taught Science A brighter night involvid the bow'r :
seen, - When issuing from the inmost wood,
Known by the laurel wreath and musing mien; Appear'd fair Freedom's Genius good.
There cloud-crown'd Fame, here Peace, sedate O'Freedom! sov'reign boon of Heav'n, . and bland,
[wand; Great Charter with our being giv'n ;
Swellid the loud trump, and ward the olive For which the patriot and the sage
While solemn domes, arch'd shades, and vistas Have plann'd, have bled, thro' ey'ry age !
• green, High privilege of human race,
Tai well-inarkd distance close the sacred scene. Beyond a mortal monarch's grace:
On this the goddess cast an anxious look, Who cou'd not give, who cannot claim,
Then dropp'da iender tear, and thus she spoke:' What but from God iminediate caine !
| Yes, I could once with pleas'd attention trace The miinic charms of this proplietic vase; Then lift iny head, and with enraptur'd eyes
View on yon plain the real glories rise. $ 113. Ode to Evening. Dr. Jos. WARTON.
'ON. Yes, Isis ! oft hast thou rejoic'd to lead Hail, meek-ey'd maiden, clad in sober grey, Thy liquid treasures o'er yon fav'rite mead : ' Whose soft approach the weary woodman Ort hast thou stopp'd thy pearly car to gaze,
While ev'ry Science nurs'd its growing bays; As homeward bent to kiss his prattling babes While ev'ry Youth, with fame's strong impulse Jocund he whistles through the twilight groves. Press'd to the goal, and at the goal untir'd, (fir'd, When Phæbus sinks behind the gilded hills, Snatch'd each celestial wreath to bind his brow You lightly o‘er the misty meadows walk; The Muses, Graces, Virtues, could bestow. The drooping daisies bathe in dulcet dews, E'en now fond Fancy leads th' ideal train, And nurse the nodding violet's tender stalk. | And ranks her troops on Memory's ample plain; The panting Dryads, that in day's ficrce heat See! the firm leaders of my patriot line, To inmost bow'rs and cooling caverns ran,
See! Sidney, Raleigh, Hanipden, Somers, shine. Return, to trip in wanton ev'ning dance ;
See Hough, superior to a tyrant's doom, Old Sylvan too returns, and laughing Pan. Smile at the menace of the slave of Rome : To the deep wood the claniorous rocks repair, 1
Each soul whom truth could fire,and virtue move, Light skims the swallow o'er the wat'ry scene;
Each breast strong panting with its country's love, And from the sheen-cot, and fresh-furrow'd field.1 All that to Albion gave their heart or head, Stout ploughmen meet, to wrestle on the green.
| 'That wisely counsell d, or that bravely bled, The swain, that artless sings on yonder rock,
| All, all appear; on me they grateful smile,
The well-earn'd prize of every virtuous toil His supping sheep and length'ning shadow spies, To me with filial reverence they bring. Pleas'd with the cool, the calın, refreshing hour, And hang fresh trophies o'er my honor'd spring. And with hoarse humming of unnumber'd fies. Ah! I re
S.Ah! I remember well yon beechen spray, Now ev'ry Passion sleeps : desponding Love, There Addison first tun'd his polish'd lay; And pining Envy, ever-resiless Pride;
| 'Twas there great Cato's form first met his eye, And holy Calın creeps o'er my peaceful soul,
In all the pomp of free-born majesty; [awe, Anger and mad Ambition's storm subdue. " My son," he cried, “ observe this niien with O modest Erening! oft let me appear
"In solemn lines the strong resemblance draw; A wandering votary in thy pensive train; “ The piercing notes shall strike each British ear, List'ning to every wildly-warbling note 1" Each British eye shall drop the patriot tear! That fills with farewell sweet thy dark’ning plain. “ And, rous’d to glory by the nervous strain,
" Each youth shall spiirn at slavery's abject reign,
" Shall guard with Cato's zeal Britannia's laws, $114. Isis. An Elegy. By Mr. Mason, of “And speak, and act, and bleed, in freedom's Cambridge.
“cause." Far from her hallow'd grot, where, mildly The Hero spoke; the bard assenting bow'd; bright,
The lay to Liberty and Cato flow'd; The pointed chrystals shot their trembling light; While Echo, as she rov'd the vale along, From dripping moss, where sparkling dew-drops Join'd the strong cadence of his Roman song. fell,
fshell, But, ah! how Stillness slept upon the ground, Vhere coral glow'd, where twin'd the wtcathed How mute attention check'd each rising sound,