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Stung with thoughts of home; the thoughts of| Whence tumbled headlong from the heigbio home
life, Rush on his nerves, and call their vigor forth They furnish matter for the tragic Muse. In many a rain attempt. How sinks his soul! Even in ihre vale, where wisdom loves yo dwell, With black despair, what horror till» his heart With friendship, peace, and contemplation When for the divky spot, which fancy feign'd, join'd, His tufted cottage rising through the snow, Ilow many, rack'd with honest passions, dron He meets the roughness of the middle waste, In deep reiir'd distress. How many stand Far from the tract, and blest abode of Man; Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, While round him night rejseless closes fast. And point the parting anguish. Think ford And every tempest, howling o'er his bead,
Man Renders the savage wilderness more wild. Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, Then throng the busy shapes into his inind, That one incessant struggle render life, Of cover'd pits, unfathomably deep,
One scene of ioil, of suffering, and of fate,
And her wide wish Benevolenice dilate;
| And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Where the fresh nountain from the bottom Retining still, the social passions work.
1 And here can I forget the generous band, These check his fearful steps; and down he Who touch with hunian woe, redrese sinks
search'd Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drist, Into the horrors of the gloomy jail? Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Lupitice and unheard, where miserv mains? Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Wliere sickness piness where thirst and hu, Thro' the wrung bosom of the dying man,
burn, Ilis wife, his children, and his friends unseen. And poor misfortune feels the lash of rice. In vain for him ih' officious wife prepares While in the land of liberty, the land The fire fair-blazing, and the vestinent warm ; Whose every street and public ineeting glow In rain his little children, peeping out
With open ireedom, little tyrants rag'd ? Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, Snatchi the lean morsel from the starting With tears of artless innocence. Alas!
mouth; Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Tore from cold wini'rr limbs the latter'd wedd: Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve Eren robbel them of the last of comforts, sto; The deadly winter sciscs ; shuts up sense; The frec-born Briton to the dungeon chain d, And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Or, as the lust of cruelty prevail'd, Lays him along the snow, a stiilened corse Alpleasure markidhini with inglorious stria; Stretch'd out and bleaching in the northern Ind crush'd our lives, by secret barbarous 1125 blast.
That for their country would have toile, or Ah! liule think the gay licentions proud,
bled. Whom pleasure, power, and affluence sur-10 great design! if executed well, round;
With patient care, and wisdom-temper'd zeal. They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy Ye sons of mercy! vet resume the starch; mirih,
Drag forth the legal monsters into lighi, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste;
Wrench from their hands oppression's iron me, Ah little think they, while they dance along, And bid the cruel feel the pains they give, How many feel, this very inoinent, deallı Much still untouch'd remains; in this rans And all the sad variety of pain.
age, Ilow many sink in the devouring flood, Vuch is the patriot's weeding hand requir'd. Or more devouring flame. Ilow many Weed, The toils of law (wbat dark insidious Men By shainelul variance betwixt Van and Van! Have cumbrous added to perplex the truth, How inany pine in 'vant, and dungeon glooms; And lengthen simple justice into trade) Shut from the common air, and common useHow glorious were the day! that saw tirse Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup
broke, Of baleful grief, or cat the bitter bread
And every Man within the reach of right. Of misery. Sore pierc'd by wintry winds, By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract How many shrink into the sordid hut
Of horrid mountains which the shiving Alpes, Of cheerless poverty: How many shake | And wavy Apennine, and Pyrennees, With all the fiercer tortures of the inind, Branch out stupendous into distant lands; Unbounder passion, madness, guilt, remorse; (Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave!
* The Jail Committee, in the year 1729.
Burning for blood! bony, and ghaunt, and On equity's wide base; by tender laws grim!
A lively people curbing, yet undamıp'd, Assembling wolves in razing troops descend; Preserving still that quick peculiar fire, And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Whence in the laurel'd field of finer arts, Keen as the north wind swecps the glossy snow. And of bold freedom, they unequal'd shone. Ali is their prize. They fasten on the steed, The pride of smiling Greece and human-kind. Press him to earth, and pierce his inighty heart. Lycurges then, who bow'd beneath the force Nor can the bull his awful front defend, Of strictest discipline severely wise, Or shake the murdering savages away.
All human passions. Following him I see, Rapacious, at the mother's thirwat they fly, has at Thermopyla he glorious tell, And tear the screaming infant from her breast. The firm Devoted Chief*, who prov'd by deeds The godlike face of Man avails him nought. The hardest lessou which the other taught. Even beanty, force divine! at whose bright Then Aristides lifts his honest front;
Spotless of heart, to whom th' unflattering The generous lion stands in soften’t gaze,
voice Here bleeds, a liapless undistinguish'd prey. Or freedom gave the noblest name of Just; But if appriz'il of the severe attack,
In pure majestic poverty rever'il ; The country be shut up, lurid by the scent, Who even his glory to his country's weal On the church-yards drear (inhuman to relate!) Submitting, swellid a haughty Rival's t fame. The disappoined prowlers fall, and dig Reard by his care, of softer ray appears The shrouded body froin the grave; o'er which, Cimun, sweet sould; whose genius, rising Mix'd with foal shades, and frighted ghosts, I strong, they hond.
Shook off the load of young debauch ; abroad Among those hilly regions, where embraco The scourge of Persian pride, at home the In peaceful vale: the happy Grisons dwell I friend Oft, rushing sudden from the loaded cliffs, or every worih and crery splendid art; Mountains of suow their gathering terrors roll. Modest and simple in the pomp of wealth. From steep to steep), loud thundering down. Then the last worthies of decliving Grecce, they come,
Lale call'd io glory, in unequal times, A wintry waste in dire commotion all; Pensive appear. The fair Corinthian boast, And herds, and focks, and travellers, and Timoleon, happy temper! mill!, and firm, swains,
Who wept the Brother, while the Tyrant bled. And sometimes whole brigades of marching And equal to the best, the Thelan Pair 1,
Whose virtues, in heroic Concord join'd, Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Their country rais'd to freedom, empire, fame. Are deep beneath the smothering ruin (He 100, with whom Athenian honor sunk, whelm'd.
And left a mass of sordid lees behind, Now, all amid the rigors of the vear, Phocion the Good; in public life sercre, In the wild depth of Winter, while without To virtue still inexorably firm ; The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat But when, beneath his low illustrious roof, Between the groaning forest and the shore, Sweat peace and happy wisdom smooth'd his beat by the boundless multitude of waves,
brow, A rural, shellerill, solitary, scene:
Not friendship softer was, nor love more kind.
To save a rotten state, gis, who saw
The two Achaian heroes close the train :
| Aratus, who awhile relum'd the soul As gods beneficent, who blest mankind Of fondly lingering liberty in Greece : With arts, with arins, and humaniz'd a world. And he her darling, as her latest hope, Rous'd at thi' inspiring thought, I throw aside' The gallant Philopoemen; who to arms The long-liv'd volume ; and, deep musing, hail Turnd the luxurious pomp he could not cure; The sacred shades, that slowly rising pass
Or toiling in his farm, a simple swain ; Before my wondering eyes. First Socrates, Or, bold, and skilful, thundering in the field. Who, firmly good in a corrupted state,
Of rougher front, a mighty people come! Against the rage of tyrants single stood, A race of heroes ! in wliose viriuous times, Invincible! calın reason's holy law,
Which knew no stain, save that with partial That Voice of God within th' attentive mind,
flame Obeving, fearless, or in life, or death ; | Their dearest country they too fondly lov'd; Great mortal teacher! Wiscst of Mankind! Her better Founder first, the light of Rome, Solon the next, who built his commonweal Numa, who soften'd her rapacious sons :
Pelopidas and Epaminondas,
Servins the King, who laid the solid base The friend and lover of the tuneful throng!
Each active worth, each manly virtue lay, lle, whom his thaukless country could not Why wert thou ravish'd from our hope se loose,
soon! Camillus, only vengeful to her foes.
What yow avails that noble thirst of fame, Falricus, scorner of all-conqucring gold; Which stung thy fervent breast! that treasur'd And Cincinnatus, awful from the plough.
store Thy Willing Victim t, Carthage, bursting of knowledge, early gain'd! that eager zeal lose
To serve thy country, glowing in the band From all that pleading Nature could oppose, | Of Youthful Patriots, who sustain her name? From a whole city's tears, by rigid faith What now, alas! that life diffusing charm Imperious call'd, and honor's dire command. Of sprightly wit? that rapture for the Muse, Scipio, the gentle chief, humanely brave, Thai heart of friendship, and that soul of joy, Who sawon the race of spotless glory ran, Which bade with softest light thy virtus And, warm in youth to the Poetic shade
smile? With Friendship and Philosophy retird. Ah! only show'd to check our fond pursuits, Tully, whose powerful eloquence awhile And teach our humble hopes that life is vain! Restraind the rapid fate of rushing Rome. Thus in some deep retirement would I pass Unconquer'd Cato, virtuous in extreme. The wintery glooms, with friends of pliant And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart,
soul, Whose steady arın, by awful virtue urg'd, Or blythe, or solemn, as the theme inspir'd: Lifted the Roman steel against thy Friend. With them would search, if Nature's Lorindless Thousands besides the tribute of a verse
frame Demand; but who can count the stars of hea. Was callid, late rising from the void of night, ven?
Or sprung eternal from th' eternal mind; Who sing their influence on this lower world ? Its life, iis laws, its progress, and its end.
Behold, who yonder comes ! in sober state, Hence larger prospects of the beauteous whole Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun: Would, gradual, open on our opening minds; "Tis Phæbus' self, or else the Mantuan Swain ! And each diffusive harmony unite Great Homer too appears, of daring wing, In full perfection to th' astonish'd eye. Parent of song! and equal by his side, | Then would we try to scan the moral world, The British Muse; join'd hand in hand they which tho' to us it seems embroild, more walk,
on Darkling, full up the middle steep to fame. In higher orrer; fitted and impellid, Nor absent are those shades, whose skilful By Wisdom's finest hand, and issuing all
In general good. The sage historic Muse Pathetic drew tli' impassion'd heart, and Should next conduct us thru the depth of cliarm'd
time: Transported Athens with the Moral Scene: Show us how empire grew, declin'd, and Nor those who tuneful wak'd th' enchanting fell. Lyre.
In scatter'd states; what makes the nations First of your kind! society divine ! I smile, Still visit thus niy knighus, for you reservd, Improves their soil, and gives them double And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like . suns ; yours.
And why they pine beneath the brightest Silence, thou lonely power, the door he thine; skies, See on the hallow'd hour that none intrude, in Nature's richest lap. As thus we talk d. Save a fewy chosen friends, who sometimes Our hearts would burn within us, would in. deign
hale To bless my humble roof, with sense refin'd; That portion of divinity; that ray Learning digested well, exalted faith, of purest heaven, which lights the pablic Unsturly'd wit, and humor ever gay.
soul Or from the Muses hill will Pope descend,' of patriots, and of heroes. But if doom'd, To raise the sacred hour, to bid it smile, In powerless humble fortune, to repress And with the social spirit warm the heart: These ardent risings of the kindling soul; For tho' not sweeter his own Homer sings, Then, even superior to ambition, we Yet is his life the more endearing song. Wou'd learn the private virtues; how to glide Where art thou, Hammond ? thou the dar-Thro' shade, and plains, along the smootha! ling pride,
Of rural life; or snatch'd away by hope, Or charm the heart, in generous Bevil * show'd Thro' the dim spaces of futurity,
( thou, whose wisdom, solid yet refin'd, With earnest eye anticipate those scenes Whose patriot virtues, and consummate skill Of happiness, and wonder ; where the mind To touch the finer springs that move the In endless growth, and infinite ascent,
world, Rises from stale to state, and world to world. Join'd to whate'er the Graces can bestow, But when with these the serious thought is And all Apollo's aniinating fire, foil'd,
Give thee, with pleasing dignity to shine We, shitting for relief, wonld play the shapes At once the guardian, ornament, and joy, Of frolic fancy; and incessant forin
Of polish'd life; permit the Rural Muse, Those rapid pictures, that assembled train O Chesterfield, to grace with thee lur song! Of fleet ideas, never joind before,
Ere to the shades again she humbly flies ; Whence lively Wit excites w gay surprise ; Indulge her fond ambition in thy train, Or folly-painting Humor, grave himself, (For every Muse has in thy train a place) Calls Lauginter forth, deep-shaking every nerve. To mark thy various tull-accomplish'd mind :
Meantime the village rouses upihe tire; To mark that spirit, which, with Brirish scorn, While well-altested, and as well believ'd, Rejects th' allurements of corrupted power; Heard solemn, goes the goblin-story round: That elegant politeness, which excels, Till superstitious horror creeps o'er all.
Even in the judgement of presumptuons France, Or, frequent in the sounding hall they wake "The boasted manners of her shining court; The rural gambol. Rustic inirih goes round; That wit, the vivid energy of sense, The simple joke that takes the shepherd's The truth of Nature, which, with Attic point, heart,
And kind well-tempor'd satire, smoothly keen, Fasily pleas'd; the long lond laugh sincere; Sicals thro' the soul, and without pain cor. The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the side-long rects. niaid,
Or, rising thence with yet a brighter flame, On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep: O let me hail thee on some glorious day, The leap, the slap, the haul; and, shook to When to the listening senate, ardent, crowd notes
| Britania's sons, to hear her pleaded cause. Of native music, the respondent dance. Then dress'd by thee, more amiably fair, Thus jocund fleets with them the Winter Truth the soft robe of mild persuasion wears; night.
Thou to assenting reason giv'st again The city swarms intense. The public Her own culighien'd thought; callid from the haunt,
heart, Full of each theme, and warın with mix'd dis. Th'obedient passions on thy voice attend; course,
And even reluctant parly feels awhile Huins indistinct. The sons of riot flow Thy gracious power; as thro' the various maze Down the loose stream of false enchanted joy, Of eloquence, now smooth, now quick, now To swift destruction. On the rankled soul
strong, The gaming fury falls: and in one gulph. Profound and clear, you roll the copious food. Of total ruin, honor, virtue, peace,
| To thy lov'd haunt return, my happy Muse : Friends, families, and fortune', headlong sink. For now, behold the joyous Winter days, Up springs the dance along the lighted dome, Frosty, succeed : and thiro' the blue serene Mix'd and evolv'd, a thousand sprightly ways. For sight too tine, the ethereal nitre flies ; The glittering court of uses every pompi Killing infectious damps, and the spent air The circle deepens ; beam'd from gaudy robes ; Storing afresh, with elemental life, Tapers and sparkling gems, and radiant eyes, Close crowds the shining atinosphere; and A soft effulgence u'er the palace waves ;
binds While, a gay insect in his summer-shine, Our strengthen'd bodies in its cold embrace, The fop, Tight-fluttering, spreads his meanly Constringent; feeds, and animates our blood; wings.
Retines our spirits through the new-strung Dread o'er the scene, the ghost of Hamlet nerves, stalks,
In swifter sallies darting to the brain ; Othello rages ; poor Monimia mourns ; Where sits the soul intense, collected, cool, And Belvidera pours her soul in love.
Bright as the skies, and as the season keen; Terror alarmms the breast, the comely tear All Nature feels the renorating force Siecis o'er the check: or else the Conic Mfuse Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye Holds to the world a picture of itself,
In ruin seen. The frost concocted glebe And raises sly the fair impartial laugh.
Draws in abundant vegetable soul, Sometimes she fifts her strain, and paints the and gathers vigor for the coming year. scenes
A stronger glow sits on the lively check Qi bcauteous life; whate'er can deck mankind, | Of ruddy fire; and luculent along
• A character in the Conscious Lovers, written by Sir Richard Steele,
The purer rivers flow; their sullen deeps, Batavia rushes forth ; and as they sweep,
Nor less the northern courts, wide o'er the Deriv'd, thou secret all-invading power,
snow, Whom even the illusive fluid cannot fly? | Pour a new pomp. Eager, on rapid sleds, Is not thy potent energy, unseen,
Their vigorous youth in bold contention wheel Myriads of little salts, or hook'd or shap'd The long-resounding course. Meantime, to Like double wedges, and diffus'd immense
raise Thro' water, earth, and ether? Hence at ere, The manly strife, with highly blooming charms, Steam'd eager from the red horizon round, Flush'd by the season, Scandinavia's dames, With the tierce rage of Winter deep sufius'd, Or Russia's buxom daughters, glow around. An icy gale, ofl' shifting, o'er the pool
Pure, quick, and sportful, is the wholesome Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career
day: Arrests the bickering stream. The loosen'd ice, But soon claps'd. The horizontal sun, Let down the flood, and half-dissolv'd by day, Broad o'er the south, hangs at its utmost noon; Rustles no inore ; but to the sedgy bank And, ineffectual, strikes the gelid clifi: Fast grows, or gathers round the pointed stone, His azure gloss the mountain still maintains, A crystal pavement, by the breath of heaven Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the rale Cemented tirin ; till, seis'd from shore to shore, Relents awhile to the reflected ray; The whole imprison'd river growls below. Or from the forest falls the cluster d snow, Loud rings the frozen earth, and hard reflects Myriads of gems, that in the waving pleann A double noise ; while at his evening watch, Gay twinkle as they scatter. Thick around The village-dog deters the nightly thief; | Thunder the sport of those, who with the gun, The heifer lows ; the distant water-fall
And dog impatient bounding at the shot, Swells in the breeze; and, with the hasty Worse than the season, desolate the fields ; tread
And adding to the ruins of the veas, Of traveller, the hollow-sounding plain
| Distress the footed or the feather'd game. Shakes from afar. The full ethereal round, But what is this? Our infant Winter sinks, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view,
Divested of its grandeur, should our eye Sbines out intensely keen; and all one cope Astonish'd shoot into the Frigid Zone; Of starry glitter glows from pole to pole, Where, for relentless months, continual night From pole to pole the rigid influence falls, Holds o'er the glittering waste her starry reigi. Thro' the still night, incessant, heavy, strong, 1 There, thro' the prison of unbounded wilds, And seises Nature fast. It freezes on;
Barr'd by the hand of Nature from escape, Till morn, late rising o'er the drooping world, Wide-roams the Ruffian exile. Nought around Lifts her pale eye injorous. Then appears Strikes his sad eye, but desarts lost in snow; The various labor of the silent night:
And heavy-loaded groves ; and solid floods, Prone from the dripping cave, and dumb cas- That stretch athwart the solitary rast, carle,
Their icy horrors to the frozen main; Whose idle torrents only seem to roar,
And cheerless towns far distant, never bless'd, The pendant icicle; the frost-work fair, Save when its annual course the caravan Where transient liues, and faucy'd figures rise; Bends to the golden coast of rich Cathaye, Wide sponied o'er the hill, the frozeu brook, With news of human kind. Yet there life A livid tract, cold-cleaming on the morn;
gous; The forest bent beneath the plany wave; Yet cherish'd there, beneath the shining waste, And by the frost refind the whiter snow, The furry nations harbor ; tipt with jet, Incrusted hard, and sounding to the tread Fair ermines, spotless as the snows they press; Of early shepherd, as he pensive seeks
Sables of glossy black ; and dark embrown'd, His pining flock, or from the mountain top, Or beauteous streak'd with many a mingled Pleas'd with the slippery surface, snift de
Thousands besides, the cosily pride of courts. On blithsome frolics bent, the youthful |There, warm together press'd, the trooping swains,
deer While every work of Van is laid at rest, Sleep on the new-fallen snows; and, scarce his Fond o'er the river crowd, in various sport
head And revelry dissolv’d; where mixing glad, Rais'd o'er the heapy wreath, the branching Hlappiest of all the train! the raptur'd boy
elk Lashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine Lies slumbering sullen in the white alyss. Branch'd out in many a long canal extends, The ruthless hunter wants not dogs nor toils, Fron every province swarming, void of care, Nor with the dread of sounding bows he drive