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Still whirl'd, by every rising whim,

But tosses through the midnight shade, From that to this, from her to him;

Of death, of life, alike afraid ; And when he hath his circle run,

For ever fled to shady cell,
He ends-just where he first begun.

Where Temperance, where the Muses dwell;
Thou oft art seen, at early dawn,
Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn:

Or on the brow of mountain high,

In silence feasting ear and eye,

With song and prospect, which abound Still hovering round the fair at sixty-four, From birds, and woods, and waters round. Unfit to love, unable to give o'er;

But when the Sun, with noontide ray, A flesh-fly, that just flutters on the wing,

Flames forth intolerable day; Awake to buz, but not alive to sting;

While Heat sits fervent op the plain,
Brisk where he cannot, backward where he can; With Thirst and Languor in his train;
The teazing ghost of the departed man.

All nature sickening in the blaze :
Thou, in the wild and woody maze,
That clouds the vale with umbrage deep,

Impendent from the neighbouring steep,
ON I. H., ESQ.

Will find betimes a calm retreat,

Where breathing Coolness has her seat. The youth had wit himself, and could afford

There, plung'd amid the shadows brown, A witty neighbour his good word.

Imagination lays him down; Though scandal was his joy, he would not swear: Attentive, in his airy mood, An oath had made the ladies stare;

To every murmur of the wood: At them he duly dress'd, but without passion : The bee in yonder flowery nook; His only mistress was the fashion.

The chidings of the headlong brook;
His verse with fancy glitter'd, cold and faint; The green leaf shivering in the gale;

His prose, with sense, correctly quaint. The warbling hill, the lowing vale ;
Trifles he lov'd; he tasted arts :

The distant woodman's echoing stroke;
At once a fribble, and a man of parts.

The thunder of the falling oak.
From thought to thought in vision led,
He holds bigh converse with the dead ;

Sages, or poets. See they rise !

And shadowy skim before his eyes.
Hark! Orpheus strikes the lyre again,

That softens savages to men:
Fair morn ascends: soft zephyr's wing

Lo! Socrates, the sent of Heaven, O'er hill and vale renews the spring:

To whom its moral will was given. Where, sown profusely, herb and flower,

Fathers and friends of human kind, Of balmy smell, of healing power,

They form'd the nations, or refin'd; Their souls in fragrant dews exhale,

With all that mends the head and heart, And breathe fresh life in every gale.

Enlightening truth, adorning art. Here, spreads a green expanse of plains,

While thus I mus'd beneath the shade, Where, sweetly pensive, Silence reigns;

At once the sounding breeze was laid : And there, at utmost stretch of eye,

And Nature, by the unknown law, A mountain fades into the sky;

Shook deep with reverential awe. While winding round, diffus’d and deep,

Dumb Silence grew upon the hour: A river rolls with sounding sweep.

A browner night inrolv'd the bower : Of human art no traces near,

When, issuing from the inmost wood, I seem alone with Nature here!

Appear'd fair Freedom's genius good. Here are thy walks, O sacred Health !

O Freedom! sovereign boon of Heaven; The monarch's bliss, the beggar's wealth;

Great charter, with our being given; The seasoning of all good below!

For which the patriot, and the sage, The sovereign friend in joy or woe!

Have plann'd, have bled through every age ! O thou, most courted, most despis'd,

High privilege of human race, And but in absence duly priz'd!

Beyond a mortal monarch's grace: Power of the soft and rosy face!

Who could not give, nor can reclaim,
The vivid pulse, the vermil grace,

What but from God immediate came!
The spirits when they gayest shine,
Youth, beauty, pleasure, all are thine !
O Sun of life! whose heavenly ray
Lights up, and cheers, our various day,
The turbulence of hopes and fears,

CUPID AND HYMEN; The storm of Fate, the cloud of years,

Till Nature, with thy parting light,

Reposes late in Death's calm night:
Fled from the trophy'd roofs of state,

The rising morn, serenely still,
Abodes of splendid Pain and Hate;

Had brightening spread o'er vale and hill, Fled from the couch, where, in sweet sleep, Not those loose beams that wanton play, Hot Riot would his anguish steep,

To light the mirth of giddy May;


Nor such red heats as burn the plain,

This morn, that bound their mutual vow, In arlent Summer's feverish reign:

That blest them first, and blesses now, Bat rays, all equal, soft and sober,

They grateful hail ! and, from the soul, To su 't the second of October;

With thousands o'er both heads may roll; To suit the pair, whose wedding-day

Till, from life's banquet, either guest, This Sun now gilds with annual ray.

Embracing, may retire to rest. Just then, where our good-natur'd Thames is Come then, all raillery laid aside, Sorne foar short miles above St. James's,

Let this their day serenely glide : And drigns, with silver-streaming wave,

With mine thy serious aim unite, Th' abodes of earth-born Pride to lave,

And both some proper guests invite; Aloft in air two gods were svaring;

That not one minute's running sand While Putney-cits beneath lay suoring,

May find their pleasures at a stand.” Piang'd deep in dreams of ten per cent.

At this severe and sad rebuke, On sums to their dear country lent:

Enough to make a coxcomb puke; Two gols of no inferior fame,

Poor Cupid, blushing, shrugg'd and winc'd, Whom ancient wits with reverence name;

Not yet consenting, though convinc'd: Though wiser moderns much disparage

For 'tis your witlinz's greatest terrour, I mean the gods of love and marriage.

Ev'n when he feels, to own, his errour. But Cupid first, his wit to show,

Yet, with a look of arch grimace, Assuming a mere modern beau,

He took his penitential face: Whose utmost aim is idle mirth,

Said, “ 'twas, perhaps, the surer play, Lokd-just as coxcombs look on Earth:

To give your grave good souls their way: Then rais'd his chin, then cock'd his bat,

That, as true humour was grown scarce, To grace this common-place chit-chat.

He chose to see a sober farce; “Hox! on the wing, by break of dawn!

For, of all cattle and all fowl, Dear brother"—there he forc'd a yawn

Your solemn-looking ass and owl " To tell men, sunk in sleep profound,

Rais'd much more nirth, he durst aver it, They must, ere night, be gag'd and bound! Than those jack-puddings, pug and parrot." Thri, having once put on thy chain,

He said, and eastward spread his wing, Tis odds, may ne'er sleep sound again.

From London some few friends to bring. So say the wits : but wiser folks

His brother too, with sober cheer, Still marry, and contemn their jokes:

For the same end did westward steer: They know, each better bliss is thine,

But first, a pensive Love forlorn, Pure nectar, genuine from the vine !

Who three long weeping years has borne And Love's own hand that nectar pours,

His torch revers'd, and all around, Which never fails, nor ever sours;

Where once it fam’d, with cypress bound, Well, be it so: yet there are fools,

Sent off, to call a neighbouring friend, Who dare denur to former rules;

On whom the mournful train attend : Who laugh profanely at their betters,

And bid him, this one day, at least, And find no freedom plac'd in fetters;

For such a pair, at such a feast, But, well or ill, jog on through life

Strip off the sable veil, and wear Without that sovereign bliss, a wife.

His once-gay look and happier air. Laare these at least, these sad dogs free,

But Hymen, speeding forward still, To stroli with Bacchus and with me;

Observ'd a man'on Richmond-hill, And sup, in Middlesex, or Surrey,

Who now first tries a country life; On coarse cold beef, and Fanny Murray.”

Perhaps, to fit him for a wife. Thus ('upid- and with such a leer,

But, though not much on this he reckond, You would have sworn 'twas Ligonier.

The passing god look'd in and beckon'd: While Hymen soberly reply'd,

He knows him rich in social merit, Yet with an air of conscious pride :

With independent taste and spirit; “ Just coine from yonder wretched scene, Though he will langh with men of whim, Where all is venal, false, and mean,"

For fear such men should laugh at him. (Looking on London as he spoke)

But lo, already on his way, “ | marvel not at thy dull joke;

In due observance of the day, Nor, in such cant to hear thee vapour,

A friend and favourite of the Nine, Thy quiver lin’d with South-sea paper;

Who can, but seldom cares to shine, Thide arrows feather'd, at the tail,

And one sole virtue would arrive at With India-bonds, for hearts on sale;

To keep his many virtues private :
Their other ends too, as is meet,

Who tends, well pleas'd, yet as by stealth,
Tipp'd with gold points from Lombard-street. His lov'd companion's ease and health:
But could'st thou for a moment quit

Or in his garden, barring out
These airs of fashionable wit,

The noise of every neighbouring rout, And re-assume thy bobler name

At pensive hour of eve and prime, Look that way, where I turn my flame"

Marks how the various hand of Time He sa d, and held his torch inclind,

Now feeds and rears, now starves and slaughters, Which, pointed so, still brighter shin'd

His vegetable sons and daughters.
" Bebold yon couple, arm in arm,
Whom I, eight years, have known to charm;
And, while they wear my willing chains,

1 A. Mitchell, esq. minister at the court of A god dare swear that neither fcigus.





While these are on their way, behold!

Then, when at eve, the star of love
Dan Cupid, from his London-fold,

Glows with soft radiance from above,
First seeks and sends his new lord Warden 2 And each companionable guest
Of all the nymphs in Covent-Garden:

Withdraws, replenish'd, not opprest,
Brave as the sword he wears in fight;

Let each, well-pleas'd, at parting say-Sincere, and briefly in the right;

“ My life be such a wedding-day! Whom never minister or king Saw meanly cringing in their ring.

A second see! of special note, Plump Comus 3 in a colonel's coat;

Whom we, this day, expect from far,

A jolly first-rate man of war;
On whom we boldly dare repose,

When Churchill led his legions on,
To meet our friends, or meet our foes.

Success still follow'd where be shone. Or comes a brother in his stead?

And are those triumphs, with the dead, Strong-body'd too, and strong of head:

All from his house, for ever fled ? Who, in whatever path he goes,

Not so: by softer surer arms, Still looks right on before his nose;

They yet survive in Beauty's charms; And holds it little less than treason,

For, look on blooming Pembroke's face,
To baulk his stomach or his reason.

Even now he triumphs in his race,
True to his mistress and his meat,
He eats to love, and loves to eat.

Last comes a virgin-pray admire her!
Cupid himself attends, to squire her:

A welcome guest! we much had mist her;
For 'tis our Kitty, or his sister.
But, Cupid, let no knave or fool

Snap up this lamb, to shear her wool;

SUNG BY A SHEPHERDESS WHO HAS LOST HER LOVER IN No Teague of that unblushing band, Just landed, or about to land; Thieves from the womb, and train'd at nurse A


adorn'd with every art, To steal an heiress or a purse.

To warm and win the coldest heart, No scraping, saving, saucy cit,

In secret mine possest. Sworn foe of breeding, worth, and wit;

The morning bud that fairest blows, No half-form'd insect of a peer,

The vernal oak that straightest grows, With neither land nor conscience clear;

His face and shape exprest. Who if he can, 'tis all he can do,

In moving sounds he told his tale, Just spell the motto on his landau.

Soft as the sighings of the gale, From all, from each of these defend her;

That wakes the powery year. But thou and Hymen both befriend her,

What wonder he could charm with ease, With truth, taste, honour, in a mate,

Whom happy Nature taught to please,
And much good sense, and some estate.

Whom Honour made sincere.
But now, suppose th' assembly met,
And round the table cordial set;

At morn he left me-fought-and fell!
While in fair order, to their wish,

The fatal evening heard his knell, Plain Neatness sends up every dish,

And saw the tears I shed: And Pleasure at the side-board stands,

Tears that must ever, ever fall; A nectar'd goblet in bis hands,

For ah! no sighs the past recall,
To pour libations, in due measure,

No cries awake the dead!
As Reason wills when join'd with Pleasure
Let these white moments all be gay,
Without one cloud of diin allay:
In every face let joy be seen,

As truth sincere, as hope serene :

Let friendship, love, and wit combine,

To flavour both the meat and wine,
With that rich relish to each sense,
Which they, and they alone, dispense;

Let music too their mirth prolong,
With warbled air and festive song:

CANTO I. * The late general Skelton. He had just then INVOCATION, addressed to Fancy, Subject propurchased a house in Henrietta-street.

posed; a short excursive survey of the Earth and 3 The late col. Caroline Scott; who, though ex- Heavens. The poem opens with a description tremely corpulent, was uncommonly active ; and of the face of Nature in the different scenes of who, to much skill, spirit, and bravery, as an officer, morning, sunrise, noon, with a thunder-storm, joined the greatest gentleness of manners as a com- evening, night, and a particular night-piece, with panion and friend. He died a sacrifice to the pub- the character of a friend deceased. lic, in the service of the East-India Company, at With the return of morning, Fancy continues her Bengal, in the year 1755.

excursion, first northward—A view of the arctic continent and the deserts of Tartary - From From off the mountain's brow, roll blue away thence southward: a general prospect of the In curling spires; and open all his woods, glone, followed by another of the midland part High waving in the sky : th' uncolour'd stream, of Europe, suppose Italy. A city there upon the Beneath her glowing ray, translucent shines. point of being swallowed up by an earthquake: Glad Nature feels her through her boundless realms signs that usher it in: described in its causes and Of life and sense : and calls forth all her sweets, effects at length-Eruption of a burning moun- Fragrance and song. From each unfolding flower tain, happening at the same time and from the Transpires the balm of life, that Zephyr wafts, same causes, likewise described.

Delicious, on his rosy wing: each bird,

Or high in air, or secret in the shade,

Rejoicing, warbles wild his mattin hymn. Contains, on the same plan, a survey of the solar While beasts of chase, by secret instinct mov'd, system, and of the fixed stars.

Scud o'er the lawns, and, plunging into night,
In brake, or cavern, slumber out the day.

Invited by the cheerful Morn abroad,

See, from his humble roof, the good man comes THE EXCURSION.

To taste her freshness, and improve her rise

In holy musing. Rapture in his eye,

And kneeling wonder speak his silent soul,
COMPANION of the Muse, creative power,

With gratitude o'erflowing, and with praise ! Imagination! at whose great command

Now Industry is up. The village pours Ar se unnumber'd images of things,

Her useful sons abroad to various toil: Thy hourly offspring : thou, who can'st at will The labourer here, with every instrument People wi h air-born shapes the silent wood, Of future plenty arm’d; and there the swain, And solitary vale, thy own domain,

A rural king amid his subject-flocks, Where Contemplation haunts; oh come, invok'd, Whose bleatings wake the vocal hills afar. To vaft me on thy many-tinctur'd wing,

The traveller, too, pursues his early road, O'er Earth's extended space: and thence, on high, Among the dews of morn. Aurora calls : Spread to superior worlds thy bolder flight,

And all the living landscape moves around. Excursive, unconfin'd. Hence from the haunts But see, the flush'd horizon fames intense Of vice and folly, vanity and inan

With vivid red, in rich profusion stream'd To yon expanse of plains, where Truth delights, O'er Heaven's pure arch. At once the clouds assume Simple of heart; and, hand in hand with her, Their gayest liveries; these with silvery beams Where blameless Virtue walks. Now parting Spring, Fring'd lovely, splendid those in liquid gold: Parent of beauty and of song, has left

And speak their sovereign's state. He comes, behold! His mantle, flower-embroider'd, on the ground. Fountain of light and colour, warmth and life! While Summer laughing comes, and bids the months The king of glory! round his head divine, Crown his prime season with their choicest stores; Diffusive showers of radiance circling flow, Fresh roses opening to the solar ray,

As o'er the Indian wave uprising fair And fruits slow-swelling on the loaded bough. He looks abroad on Nature, and invests,

Here let me frequent roam, preventing morn, Where'er his universal eye surveys, Attentive to the cock, whose early throat,

Her ample bosom, earth, air, sea, and sky, Heard from the distant village in the vale,

In one bright robe, with heavenly tinctures gay. Crows cheerly out, far-sounding through the gloom. From this hoar hill, that climbs above the plain, Night bears from where, wide-hovering in mid-sky, Half-way up Heaven ambitious, brown with woods She rules the sable hour : and calls her train Of broadest shade, and terrass'd round with walks, Of visionary fears; the shrouded gbost,

Winding and wild, that deep embowering rise, The drean distressful, and th’incumbent hag, Maze above maze, through all its shelter'd height; That rise to Fancy's eye in horrid forms,

From hence, th' aërial concave without cloud, While Reason slumbering lies. At once they fly, Translucent, and in purest azure drest; As shadows pass, nor is their path beheld.

The boundless scene beneath, hill, dale, and plain;
And now, pale-glimmering on the verge of Hea- The precipice abrupt; the distant deep,
From east to north in doubtful twilight seen, (ven, Whose shores remurmur to the sounding surge;
A whiten sg lustre shoots its tender beam;

The nearest forest in wide circuit spread,
While shade and silence yet involve the ball. Solemn recess, whose solitary walks,
Now sacred Morn, ascending, smiles serene

Fair Truth and Wisdom love; the bordering lawn, A dewy radiance, brigbtening o'er the world. With flocks and herds enrich'd; the daisy'd vale; Gay daughter of the air, for ever young,

The river's crystal, and the meadows greenFor ever pleasing ! lo, she onward comes,

Grateful diversity ! allure the eye Jo fluid gold and azure loose array'd,

Abroad, to rove amid ten thousand charms. Saun-tinctur'd, changeful hues. At her approach, These scenes, where every Virtue, every Muse The western grey of yonder breaking clouds Delighted range, serene the soul, and lift, Slow-reddens into flame: the rising mists,

Borne on Devotion's wing, beyond the pole,

To highest Heaven her thought; to Nature's God, This poem is among the author's earliest per- First source of all things lovely, all things good, formances. Whether the writing may, in some de- Eternal, infinite! before whose throne gree, atone for the irregularity of the composition, Sits sovereign Bounty, and through Heaven and which he confesses, and does not even attempt to Earth excuse, is submitted entirely to the candour of the Careless diffuses plenitude of bliss. reader.

Him all things own : be speaks, and it is VOL XIV.


Obedient to bis nod, alternate night

Hark! through th' aërial vault, the storm inflam'd Obscures the world. The seasons at his call Comes nearer, hoarsely loud, abrupt and fierce, Succeed in train, and lead the year around. Peal hurl'd on peal incessant, burst on burst:

While reason thus and rapture fill the heart; Torn from its base, as if the general frame Friends of mankind, good angels, hovering near, Were tumbling into chaos—There it fell, Their holy influence, deep-infusing, lend ;

With whirlwind-wing, in red diffusion flash'd. And in still whispers, soft as Zephyr's breath Destruction marks its path. Yon riven oak When scarce the green leaf trembles, through her Is hid in smouldering fires : surpris'd beneath, powers

The traveller ill-omen'd prostrate falls, Inspire new vigour, purer light supply,

A livid corse. Yon cottage flames to Heaven: And kindle every virtue into flame.

And in its furthest cell, to which the hour, Celestial intercourse! superior bliss,

All-horrible, had sped their steps, behold ! Which vice ne'er knew! health of th’enliven'd soul. The parent breathless lies; her orphan-babes And Heaven on Earth begun! Thus ever fix'd Shuddering and speechless round-O Power divine ! In solitude, may I, obscurely safe,

Whose will, unerring, points the bolt of fate! Deceive mankind, and steal through life along, Thy hand, though terrible, shall man decide As slides the foot of Time, unmark'd, unknown! If punishment, or mercy, dealt the blow? Exalted to his noon the fervent Sun,

Appeas'd at last, the tumult of the skies Full-blazing o'er the blue immense, burns out Subsides, the thunder's falling roar is hush'd: With fierce effulgence. Now th' embowering maze At once the clouds fly scattering, and the Sun Of vale sequester'd, or the fir-crown'd side Breaks out with boundless splendour o'er the world. Of airy mountain, whence with lucid lapse Parent of light and joy! to all things he Falls many a dew-fed stream, invites the step New life restores, and from each drooping field Of musing poet, and secures repose

Draws the redundant rain, in climbing mists To weary pilgrim. In the flood of day,

Fast-rising to his ray; till every flower
Oppressive brightness delnging the world,

Lift up its head, and Nature smiles reviv'd.
Sick Nature pants: and from the cleaving earth At first 'tis awful silence over all,
Light vapours, undulating through the air, From sense of late-felt danger; till confirm'd,
Contagious fly, engendering dire disease,

Iu grateful chorus mixing, beast and bird
Red plague, and fever; or, in fogs aloft

Rejoice aloud to Heaven: on either hand,
Condensing, show a ruffling tempest nigh.

The woodlands warble, and the valleys low.
And see, exhaling from th' Atlantic surge, So pass the songful hours: and now the Sun,
Wild world of waters, distant clouds ascend Declind, hangs verging on the western Main,
In vapoury confluence, deepening cloud on cloud: Whose fluctuating bosom, blushing red
Then rolling dusk along to east and north,

The space of many seas beneath his eye,
As the blast bears them on his hunnid wing, Heaves in soft swellings murmuring to the shore,
Draw total night and tempest o'er the noon! A circling glory glows around his disk
Lo, bird and beast, impress’d by Nature's hand Of milder beams: part, streaming o'er the sky,
In homeward warnings through each feeling nerve, Inflame the distant azure: part below
Haste from the hour of terrour and of storm. In level lines shoot through the waving wood,
The Thunder now, from forth his cloudy shrine, Clad half in light, and half in pleasing shade,
Amid conflicting elements, where Dread

That lengthens o'er the lawn. Yon evening clouds, And Death attend, the servants of bis pod,

Lucid or dusk, with famy purple edg'd,
First, in deaf murmurs, sounds the deep alarm, Float in gay pomp the blue horizon round,
Heard from afar, awakening awful thought. Amusive, changeful, shifting into shapes
Dumb sarłness fills this nether world: the gloom Of visionary beauty, antique towers
With double blackness lours; the tempest swells, With shadowy domes and pinnacles adorn'd;
And expectation shakes the heart of man.

Or bills of white extent, that rise and sink
Where yonder clouds in dusky depth extend As sportful Fancy lists: till late, the Sun
Broad o'er the south ; fermenting in their womb, From human eye, behind Farth's shading orb
Pregnant with fate, the fiery tempest swells, Total withdrawn, th' aërial landscape fades.
Sulphureous steam and nitrous, late exhald

Distinction fails : and in the darkening west, From inine or unctuous soil: and lo, at once, The last light, quivering, dimiy dies away. Forth darted in slant stream, the ruddy flash, And now th' illusive fame, oft seen at eve, Quick-glancing, spreads a moment's horrid day. Up-borne and blazing on the light-wing'd gale, Again it flames expansive; sheets the sky, Glides o'er the lawn, betokening Night's approach: Wide and more wide, with mournful light around, Arising awful o'er the eastern sky, On all sides burning ; now the face of things Onward she comes with silent step and slov", Disclosing ; swallowed now in tenfold night. In her brown mantle wrapt, and brings along Again the Thunder's voice, with pealing roar, The still, the mild, the melancholy bour, From cloud to cloud continuons rollid along, And Meditation, with his eye on Heaven. Amazing bursts! air, sea, and shore resound. Musing, in sober mood, of Time and Life, Horrour sits shuddering in the felon-breast, That fly with unreturning wing away And feels the deathful flash before it flies:

To that dark world, untravell’d and unknown, Each sleeping sin, excited, starts to view ;

Eternity! through desert ways I walk; And all is storm within. The murderer, pale Or to the cypress-grove, at twilight shund With conscious guilt, though hid in deepest shade, By passing swains. The chill breeze murinurs low, Hears and flies wild, pursued by all his fears : And the boughs rustle round me where I stand, And sees the bleeding shadow of the slain

With fancy all-arous'd.-Far on the left, Rise hideous, glaring on him through the gloom! Shoots up a shapeless rock of dusky height,

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