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Say, when these long-unfolding scenes appear, | The vale where musing Quiet treads, Streams down thy hoary cheek the pity-darting The How'r-clad lawns, and bloomy meads, tear?

| Or streams where Zephyr loves to stray
1. 2.

Beneath the pale eve's twinkling ray ;
Casto'er yon trackless waste thy wand'ring eye : Or waving woods detain the sight -
Yon hill, whose gold-illuinin'd brow,

When from the gloomy cave of night
Just trembling thro' the bending sky,

Some cloud sweeps shadowy o'er the dusky skies, O'erlooks the boundless wild below,

And wraps the Aying scene, that fades, and Once bore the branching wood

swims, and dies, That o'er yon murniuring food

II. 3.
Hung wildly waving to the rustling gale ; Lo! rising from yon dreary tomb,
The naked heath with moss o'ergrown, What spectres stalk across the gloom!
That hears the lone owl's nightly inoan, | With haggard eyes, and visage pale,
Once bloom'd with summer's copious store, And voice that moans with feeble wail!
Once rais'd the lawn-bespangled flow'r; . O'er yon long resounding plain
Or heard some lover's plaintive lay,

Slowly moves the solemn train ; '
When, by pale Cynthia's silver ray,

Wailing wild with shrieks of woe
All wild he wander'd o'er the lonely dale, (tale.O'er the bones that rest below!
And taught the list'ning moon the melancholy | While the dull night's startled ear
I. 3.

Shrinks aghast with thrilling fear!
Ye wilds where heaven-rapt Fancy roves ! Or stand with thin robes wasting soon,
Ye sky crown'd hills, and solemn groves ! And eyes that blast the sick’ning moon !
Ye low-brow'd vaults, ye gloomy cells!

Yet these, ere Time had rollid their years away,
Ye caves where night-bred Silence dwells ! Ere Death's fell arm had mark'd its aim,
Ghosts that in yon lonely hall

Ruld yon proud tow'rs with ample sway, Lightly glance along the wall;

Beheld the trembling swains obey, Or beneath yon ivy'd tow'r,

| And wrought the glorious deed that swell'd the At the silent midnight hour,

trump of Fame. Stand array'd in spotless white,

III. 1. And stain the dusky robe of Night;

But why o'er these indulge the bursting sigh? Or with slow soleinn pauses roain

| Feels not each shrub the tempest's pow'r ? O'er the long-sounding hollow dome!

Rocks not the doine when whirlwinds fly? Say, mid yon desert solitary round,

Nor shakes the hill when thunders roar!
When darkness wraps the boundless spheres, Lo! mould'ring, wild, unknown,
Does ne'er some dismal, dying sound

What fanes, what tow'rs o'erthrown,
On Night's dull serious ear rebound; [years? What tumbling chaos marks the waste of Time!
That mourns the ceaseless lapse of life-consuming I see Palmyra's temples fall ;
II. .

Old Ruin shakes the hanging wall! . call th' inspiring glorious hour to view, Yon waste where roaming lions howl, When Caledonia's martial train

Yon aisle where moans the grey-eyed owl, From yon steep rock's high-arching brow Shows the Proud Persian's great abode * ; Pour'd on the heart-struck Aying Dane! Where sceptred once, an earthly god ! [clime, When War's blood-tinctur'd spear

His pow'r-clad arm control'd cach happier Hung o'er the trembling rear ;'. .. [Aight : Where sports the warbling Muse, and Fancy When light-heel'd Terror wing'd their headlong soars sublime. Yon tow'rs then rung with wild alarms!

III. 2: Yon desert gleamd with shining arms! Hark! what dire sound rolls murm'ring on the While on the bleak hill's bright'ning spire Ah! what soul-thirsting scene appears? [gale ? Bold Victory flam'd, with eves of fire ;

I see the column'd arches fail ! Her limbs celestial robes enfold,

| And structures hoar, the boast of years! Hier wings were ting'd with spangling gold, What mould'ring piles, decay'd, She spoke: her words infus'd resistless night, Gleam through ihe moon-streak'd shade, And warm'd the bounding heart, and rous'd the Where Rome's proud genius' rear'd her awful soul of fight.

Sad monument! - Ambition near [brow!
II. 2.

Rolls on the dust, and pours a tear;
But, ah! what hand the smiling prospect brings : Pale Honor drops the fuit'ring plume,
What voice recals th’expiring day?

And Conquest weeps o'er Cæsar's tomb;
See, darting swift on eagle-wings,

| Slow Patience sits, with eye deprest, The glancing inoinent bursts away!

And Courage beats his sobbing breast;, [flow, So from some mountain's head,

Ev'n War's red cheek the gushing streams o'erIn mantling gold array’d,

And Fancy's list'ning ear attends the plaint og While bright-eyed Fancy stands iu sweet surprise: 1 Woe.

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Kk 4. III.

Rapt Contemplation stalks along,
III. 3.

And hears the slow clock's pealing tongue; Lo, on yon pyramid sublime,

Or, 'mid the dun discolor'd gloom, Whence lies Old Egypt's desert clime,

Sits on the hero's peaceful tomb, Bleak, naked, wild! where ruin low'rs, Throws life's gay glitt'ring robe aside, 'Mid fanes, and wrecks, and tumbling tow'rs, And tramples on the neck of Pride. On the steep height, waste and bare,

| Oft, shelter'd by the ranıbling sprays, Stands the Pow'r with hoary hair!

Lead o'er the forest's winding maze ; . O'er his scythe he bends; his hand

Where, thro' the mantling boughs, afar Slowly shakes the flowing sand,

Gliminers the silver-streaming star; While the hours, and airy ring

And, shower'd from ev'ry rustling blade, Lightly flit, with downy wing,

The loose light floats along the shade: And sap the works of man; and shade

So hov'ring o'er the human scene
With silver locks his furrow'd head;

Gay Pleasure sports with brow serene:
Thence rolls the mighty pow'r his broad survey, By Fancy beam'd, the glancing ray
And seals the nations' awful doom :

Shoots, flutters, gleams, and Heets away: He sees proud grandeur's meteor ray ;

Unsettled, dubious, restless, blind, He yields to joy the festive day;

Floals all the busy bustling mind; Then sweeps the length'ning 'shade, and marks / While Mem'ry's unstain 'd leaves retain them for the tomb.

No trace from all th' ideal train.

But see, the landscape op’ning fair

Invites to breathe the purer air! . i $120. Ode to Evening. OGILVIE.

Oh when the cowslip-scented gale

Shakes the light dew-drop o'er the dale, Meek Pow'r, whose balmy-pinion'd gale When on her amber-dropping bed Steels o'er the flow'r-enamellid dale!

Loose Ease reclines her downy head; Whose voice in gentle whispers near

How blest! by fairy-haunted stream Oft sighs to Quiet's list'ning ear;

|To melt in mild ecstatic drearn! As, on her downy couch, at rest,

Die to the pictur'd wish, or hear By Thought's inspiring visions blest

(Breath'd soft on Fancy's trembling ear) She sits, with white-rob'd Silence nigh, Such lays by angel-harps refind,

As half unchain'd the Autt'ring mind, To mark the slow sun's glimm’ring ray,

When on life's edge it eyes the shore, To catch the last pale glcam of day;

And all its pinions stretch to soar. Or, sunk in sweet repose, unknown

Lo, where the sun's broad orb withdrawa Lies on the wild hill's van alone :

Skirts with pale gold the dusky lawn; And sees thy gradual pencil Aow

While, led by ev'ry gentler pow'r, Along the heaven-illumin'd bow.

Steals the slow, solemn, musing hour. Comc, Nymph demure, with mantle blue, Now from the green hill's purple brow Thy traces bath'd in balmy dew,

Let me mark the scene below; With step smooth sliding o'er the green, Where, feebly glancing thro' the gloom, The graces breathing in thy mien;

Yon myrile shades the silent tomb: And thy vesture's gather'd fold

Not far, beneath the evening beam Girt with a zone of circling gold;

The dark lake rolls his azure stream, And bring the harp, whose solemn string Whose breast the swan's white plumes divide, Dies to the wild wind's murm'ring wing; Slow-sailing o'er the floating tide. And the Nymph, whose eye serene

Groves, meads, and spires, and forests bar, Marks the calin-breathing woodland scene : Shoot glimı'ring thro' the misty air; Thought, mountain sage! who loves to climb, Dim as the vision-pictur'd bow'r And haunts the dark rock's summit dim; That gilds the saini's expiring hour, Let Fancy, falcon-wing'd, be near : ; | When, rapt to ecstasy, his eye And through the cloud-envelop'd sphere, Looks through the blue ethereal sky: Where musing roams Retirement hoar, All heaven unfolding to his sight! Lulld by the torrent's distant roar,

Gay forms that swiin in floods of light! Oh bid with trembling light to glow

The sun-pav'd door, the bulny clime, The raven-plume that crowns his brow. The ruby-beaming dome sublime;

Lo, where thy meek-ey'd train attend ! The tow'rs in glitt'ring pomp display'd Queen of the solemn thought, descend ! The bright scene hovers o'er his bed : Oh hide me in romantic bow'rs !

He starts - but from his eager gaze Or lead my step to ruin'd tow'rs!

Black clouds obscure the lessening rays; Where gleaining through the chinky door On mem'ry still the scene is wroughi, The palc ray gilds the moulder'd floor;

And lives in Fancy's featur'd thought. While beneath the hallow'd pile,

On the airy inount reclin'd Deep in the desert shrieking aisle,

What wishes sooth the musing mind!

How soft the velvet lap of Spring

“ Hail, lunocence ! celestial Maid! How sweet the Zephyr's violet wing!

" What joys thy blushing charms reveal ! Goddess of the plaintive song,

“ Sweet as the arbor's cooling shade, That leads the melting heart along!

“ And milder than the vernal gale. Oh bid the voice of genial pow'r

“ On Thee attends a radiant choir, Reach Contemplation's lonely bow'r;

“ Soft smiling Peace, and downy Rest; And call the sage with tranced sight. “ With Love, that prompts the warbling lyrc; To climb the mountain's steepy height; " And Hope, that sooths the throbbing breast. 'To wing the kindling wish, or spread O'er Thought's pale cheek enliv'ning red;

“ Oh sent from heaven to haunt the grove, Come, hoary Pow'r, with serious eye,

" Where squinting Envy. ne'er can come ! Whose thought explores yon distant sky;

“ Nor pines the cheek with luckless love, Now, when the busy world is still,

Nor anguish chills the living bloom. Nor passion tempts the wav'ring will, “ But spotless Beauty robd in whitc, ".. When sweeter hopes each pow'r control, “ Sits on yon moss-grown hill reclin'd: And quiet whispers to the soul,

" Serene ás heaven's unsullied light, Now sweep from life, th: illusive train

“ And pure as Delia's genıle mind. That dance in Folly's dizzy brain :

" Grant, heavenly Puw'r! thy peaceful sway Be Reason's simple draught portray'd,

“ May still my ruder thoughts control; Where blends aliernate light and shade ;

“ Thị hand to point my dubious way, Bid dimpled Mirth, with thought belied,

“ Thy voice to sooth the melting soul. Sport on the bubble's glitt'ring side; Bid Hope pursue the distant boon,

"Far in the shady, sweet retreat, And Phrensy watch the fading moon;

“ Let Thought beguile the ling'ring hour; ', Paint Superstition's starting eye,

“ Let Quiet court ihe inošsy seat, i And Wit that leers with gesture sly;

“ And iwining olives from the bow's: Let Censure whet her venou'd dart,

• Let dove-eyed Peace her wreath bestow, And green-eyed Envy gnaw the heart;

“ And oft sit list'ning in the dale, Let Pleasure lie on flow'rs reclin'd,

" While Night's sweet warbler from the bough While anguish aims her shaft behind. “ Tells to the grove her plaintive tale.

Hail, Sire sublime! whose hallow'd cave Howls to the hoarse deep's dashing wave; “ Soft, as in Delia's snowy breast,

. I“ Let each consenting passion move; Thee Solitude to Phæbus bore,

“ Let Angels watch its silent rest, Far on the lone, deserted shore, Where Orellano's rushing tide

“ And all its blissful dreams be Love !" . Roars on the rock's projected side. Hence bursting o'er thy ripen'd mind,

§ 122. Morning; or, The Complaint. An Beams all the father's thought refin'd ;.

American Eclogue. GREGORY. Hence oft, in silent vales unseen, Thy footsteps print the fairy green ;

Far from the savage bandit's fierce alarms, Or thy soul melts to strains of woe,

Or distant din of horrid despot's arıns, That from the willow's quiv'ring bough Tho' Pennsylvania boasts her peaceful plain, Sweet warbling breathe - the zephyrs round Yet there in blood her petty tyrants reign. O'er Dee's smooth current waft the sound,

Withwaving pines tho'vocal woods becrown When sofi on bending osiers laid

| And stream-fed vales with livingwealthabound, The broad sun trembling through the bed ;

To golden fields tho' ripening rays descend, All wild thy heav'n-rapt fancy strays,

With blushing fruit tho' loaded branches bend Led thro' the soul-dissolving maze;

To thosewho ne'er mustfreedoru's blessingstaste, Till slumber downy-pinion'd, near

'Tis barren all, 'tis all a worthless waste. Plants her strong felocks on thy ear; The soul unfetier'd bursts away,

Whilehoarse the cataract murmur'don the gale. And basks enlarg'd in beamy day.

And chilling dews swept thro' the murky dale;
Along the hills the disnial tempest howlid,

And lightnings flash'd, and deep the thunder $ 121. Ode to Innocence. Ogilvie.

rollid;

Bencath a leafless tree, ere morn arose, 'Twas when the slow-declining ray

| The slare Adala thus laments his woes. Had ting'd the cloud with evening gold;

Ye grisly spectres, gather round my seat, No warbler pour'd the melting lay,

From caves unblest that wretch's groans re. No sound disturbid the sleeping fold:

* peat! When by a murm'ring rill reclin'd,

Terrific forms, from misty lakes arise ! Sat, wrapt in thought, a wand'ring swain; And bloody meteots threaten thro' the skies ! Calm peace compos'd his musing mind; Oh curs'd destroyers of our hapless face, And thus hic rais'd the flowing strain: JOf human kind the terror and disgrace!

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: (shames, And frowning chiefs now dart athwart the Whose blustiles front nor rape nor murder

I Nor all I blame; for Nastal, friend to peace, And o'er the salt sea wave prono ince your doom. Thro' his wide pastures bids oppression cease; But Gods are just, and ofi the stroke forbear,

No drivers goad, no galling feiters bind,
To plunge the guilty in tenfold despair. No stern compulsion damps th' exalted mind.

Lift high the scourge, my soul the rack disdains; There strong Arcona's fated to enjoy
I pant for freedom and my native plains !

Domestic sweets, and rear his progeny ;

To till his glebe employs Arcona's care, With limbs benumb'd my poor companions To Nastal's God he'nightly makes his pray's;

His mind atease, or Christian truths he 'll boast Oppress'd by pain and want the aged sigh; He has no wife, no lovely offspring lost. Thro' reedy huts the driving tempest pours, Gay his savannah blooms, while mine appears Their festering wounds receive thesickly show'rs; Scorch'd up with heat, or inoist with blood and In inadd’ning draughts our lords their senses

tears. steep,

Cheerful his hearth in chilling winter buras, And doom their slaves to stripes and death in While to the storm the sad Adala inourtis. sleep

Lift high the scourge,mny soulthe rack disdains; Now, while the bitter blasts surround ny head,

I pant for freedom and my native plains ! To times long past my restless soul is led,

Shall I his holy Prophet's aid implore,
Far, far beyond the ažure hills, to groves a

And wait for justice on another shore ?
Of rudely fruit, where beauty fearless roves
O blissful seats ! O self-approving joys !

Or, rushing down yon mountain's craggy steep,

End all my sorrows in the sullen deep Nature's plain dictates! ignorance of vice!

A cliff there hangs in yon grey morning cloud, Ogniltless hours! Our cares and wants were few,

The dashing wave beneath roars harsh and loud No arts of luxury or deceit we knew.

But doubts and fears involve my anxious mind, Our labor, sport - to tend our cottage care,

Thegulphof deathonce pass'd, whatshore wefind: Or froin the palm the luscious juice prepare ; To sit indulging love's delusive dream,

Dubious, if sent beyond th' expanded inain,

| This soul shall seek its native realms again : And snare the silver tenants of the stream;

Or if in gloomy mists condemn'd to lie, Or (nobler til) to aim the deadly blow

Beyond The limits of yon arching sky. With dext'rous art against the spotted foe;

A better prospect oft my spirit cheers, O days with youthful daring markil! 'twas then

And in my dreams the vale of peace appears, I dragg‘d the shaggy monster from his den,

And fleeting visions of my foriner life: And boldly down the rocky mountaiui's side

My hoary sire I clasp, my long-lost wife, Hurl'd the grim panther in the foaining tide.

And oft I kiss my gentle babes in sleep, [weep. Our healthful sports a daily feast afford,

Till, with the sounding whip, I'm wak'd io And ev'n still found is at the social board.

Lift high theseourge,my soul the rack disdains; Can I forget, ah me! thc fatal day,

I pant for freclom and my native plains! When half the vale of peace was gwept awar! Chiefs of the earth, and monarchs of the sea, Tii' affrighted maids in vain the gods implore, Who vaunt your hardy ancestors were free ; And weeping view from far the happy shore; Whuse teachers plead ih' oppressd and injur'd's The franiic dames impatient ruffians seise,

causc, And infants shriek,and clasp their mothers knees; And prove the wisdom of your Prophet's laws; With galling fetters soon their limbs are bound, To force and fraud if justice must give place, Andgroansthiroughoutthe noisome bark resound. You're dragz'd to slavery by some rougher race. Why was I bound! why did not Whydah see Sonne rougher race your Aocks shall force away, Adala gain or death or victory!

Like Afric's sons your children must obey i No storms arise, 110 wares revengeful roar, | The very Gods that view their constant toil, To dash the monsters on our injur'd shore. Shall see your offspring till a ruder soil, Long o'er the foaming decp to worlds unknown, The pain of thirst and pinching hunger know, By envious winds the bulky vessels blown, And all the torments that froin bondage flow, While by disease and chains the weak expire, When far rernov'dfrom Christian worlds weprove Or parch'd endure the slow consuming fire. The sweets of peace, the lasting joy's of love. Who'd in this land of many sorrows live, . But, hark! thewhip's harsh echothro' the trees! Where death's the only comfort tyrants give ? On every trembling limb fresh horrors seiseTyrants unbest! Each proud of strict cominand, | Alas! 'tis morn, and here I sit alone Nor age nor sickness holds the iron hand; Be strong, my soul, and part without a groan! Whose hearts, in adamant involvid, despise Ruffians proceed ! Adala ne'er shall swerve, Tbe drooping fepalc's tears, the infant's cries, | Prepare the rack, and strain each aching aerrel • The Quakers in America have set freç all their Negroes, and allow them wages as other servants.

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Lift high the scourge, my soul ihe rack disdains; | How would ye bear in real pain to lie,

I pant for freedom and my native plains. Despis'd, neglected, left alone to die? · ThouGod, whogild'stwithlighttheirrising day! | How would ye bear to draw your latest breath, Who life dispensezt by the genial ray!

Whereall that's wretched paves the way for death? Will thy slow vengeance never, never fall,

Such is that room which one rude beam divides, But undistinguish'd favor shine on all ?

And naked rafters form the sloping sides; O hear a suppliant wretch's last, sad pray'r !

| Where the vile bands that birdthethatch areseen, Dart fiercest rage! infect the ambient air!

And lath and mud are all that lie between ; This pallid race, whose hearts are bound in steel,

| Saveonedullpane, that,coarsely patchd,givesway By dint of suffering teach them how to feel.

To the rude tempest, yet excludes the day: 'Or to some despot's lawless will betray'd

Here, on a matted flock, with dust o'erspread, ' Give them to know what wretches they have

| The drooping wreich reclines his languid head; made!

For him no hand ihe cordial cup applies, Beneath the lash let them resign their breath. Nor wipes the tear that stagnates in his eyes ; Or court, in chains, the clay-cold hand of death. No friends with soft discourse his pain beguile, Or, wosst of ills ! .within each callous breast Nor promise hope till sickness wears a smile. Cherish uncurb'd the dark internal pest;

15. 124. Description of a Country Apothecary. Bid av'rice swell with indiminish'd rage,

CRABBE While no new worlds th' accursed thirst assuage; But soon a loud and hasty summons calls, Then bid the monsters on each other turn, .

Shakes the thin rouf, and echoes round the .. The füry passions in disorder burn;

Anon a figure enters, quaintly neat, (walls :: Bid Discord flourish, civil crimes increase,

All pride and bus'ness, bustle and conceit;
Nor one fond wish arise that pleads for peace -
Till, with their crimes in wild confusion hurld,

With looks unalter'd by these scenes of woc,

With speed that, entering, speaks his haste to go;They wake t' eternal anguish in a future world*.

He bids the gazing throng around him. fly, $ 193. A Description of a Parish Poor House.) And carries iate and physic in his eye;

CRARE A potent quack, long vers'd in human ills, There is yon house that holds the parish poor,

Who first insults the victim whom he kills;

| Whose murd'rous hand a drowsy bench protect, Whose walls of niud scarce bear ihe broken door; :

| And whose most tender mercy, is neglect. .

1 Paid by the parish for attendance here, There, where the pritrid vapors farging play, And the dull wheel hums dolesul thro The day :

s play...He wears contempt upon his sapient sncer;

to the cay: In haste he seeks ihe bed where misery lies, Therсchildren dwell, who knowno parents' care;

Impatience mark'd in his averted eyes;
Parents, who know no children's love, dwell
there :

And, some habitual queries hurried o'er,
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Without reply, he rushes on the door;
Ileart-broken matrons on their joyless bed,

His drooping patient, long inur'd to pain, Forsaken wiyes, and mothers never wed;

And long unheeded, knows remonstrance sain; . Dejected widows, with unheeded tears, [fears!

| He ceases now the feeble help to crave.
And crippled age, with more than childhood
The lame', the blind, and, far the happiest they!

Of man, and inurely hastens to the grave.
The moping idiot, and the madwan guy. 1$ 125. Description of a Couniry Clergyman
Here ioo the sick their final doom receive,

visiting the Sick. CRABBE.
Here brought, and the scenes of grief, to grieve: But, ere his death, some pious doubts arise,
Where the loud groans from some sad chainber| Some simple fears which “ bold bad" men
flow, i

despise ; ;. Mix'd with the clamors of the crowd below: Fain would he ask the parish priest to prove llere, sorrowing, they each kindred sorrow scan, His title certain to the joys above And the cold charities of inan to man : | For this he sends the murinuring nurse, who calls Whose laws indeed for ruin'il age provide, The huly stranger to these dismal walls : And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from And doch not he, the pious man, appear, - pride;

He, “ passing rich wiih forty pounds a-year
But still thát scrap is bought with many a sigh, Ah no! a shepherd of a different stock,'
And pride embitters what it can't deny And far unlike hiin, feeds this little flock;

Say ye, oppress'd by some fantastic woes, A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task
Some farring nerve that baffles your repose; As much as God or man can fairly ask;
Whopressthe downy couch, while slaves advance The rest he gives to loves, and labors light,
With timid eye, to read the distant glance; To fields the morning, and to feasts the right;
Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease None better skill'd the noisy pack to guide,
To name the nameless ever-new disease ; To urge their chace, to checr ihem, or to chide;
Whowith mack-patiencedirecomplaints endure, Sure in his shot, his ganje he seldomi missd,
Which real pain, and that alone, can secure; "And seldoni fail'd to win his game at whist;
• This Ecləgue was written during the American war.

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