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Paint love's enchanting woes, the hero's ire, The sage's calm, the patriot's noble rage, [age.
Dashing corruption down through every worthless
The doors that knew no shrill alarming bell, Ne cursed knocker ply'd by villain's hand, Self-open'd into halls, where, who can tell What elegance and grandeur wide expand, The pride of Turkey and of Persia land? Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And couches stretch'd around in seemly band; And endless pillows rise to prop the head; [bed. So that each spacious room was one full-swelling
Turning the night to day, and day to night: Here quaff'd encircled with the joyous train,
Our madden'd castle all, th’ abode of sleep no more. And straight would recollect his piety anew.
As when in prime of June a burnish'd fly, [along, Nor be forgot a tribe, who minded nought Sprung from the meads, o'er which he sweeps (Old inmates of the place) but state affairs: Cheer'd by the breathing bloom and vital sky, They look'd, perdie, as if they deeply thought; Tunes up amid these airy halls his song, And on their brow sat every nation's cares, Soothing at first the gay reposing throng: The world by them is parcell'd out in shares, And oft he sips their bowl; or, nearly drown'd, When in the hall of smoke they congress hold, He, thence recovering, drives their beds among, And the sage berry sun-burnt Mocha bears Aud scares their tender sleep, with trump pro- Has clear'd their inward eye: then, smoke-enfound; roll'd, Then out again he flies, to wing his mazy round. Their oracles break forth mysterious as of old. Another guest there was, of sense refin'd, Here languid Beauty kept her pale-fac'd court: Who felt each worth, for every worth he had; Bevies of dainty dames, of high degree, Serene, yet warm ; humane, yet firm his mind; From every quarter hither made resort; g As little touch'd as any man's with bad: Where, from gross mortal care and businessstet, o Him through their inmost walks the Muses lad, They lay, pour’d out in ease and luxury. * To him the sacred love of nature lent, Or should they a vain show of work assume, lo And sometimes would he make our valley glad. Alas! and well-a-day! what can it be? os When as we found he would not here be pent, To knot, to twist, to range the vernal bloom; rt To him the better sort this friendly message sent: But far is cast the distaff, spinning-wheel, andloom. “Come, dwell with us! true son of virtue, come! Their only labour was to kill the time; But if, alas! we cannot thee persuade, And labour dire it is, and weary woe. hyme; To lie content beneath our peaceful dome, They sit, they loll, turn o'er some o: rhyme; Ne ever more to quit our quiet glade; Then, rising sudden, to the glass they §. w Yet when at last thy toils but ill apaid Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow. Shall dead thy fire, and damp its heavenly spark, This soon too rude an exercise they indi hrow o Thou wilt be glad to seek the rural shade, straighton the couch theirlimbs gointley . 1. There to indulge the Muse, and nature mark: Where hours and hours they sighing lie . * We then a lodge for thee will rear in Hagley-park.” And * vapoury god soft breathing in w - o Here whilom ligg'd th’ But call'd by j in ... Now must I mark the villainy we found, o A noble pride resord him to...” on too late.ohalo..., | And rous'd him like a giant from his ice A place here was, deep, dreary, under ground; o: Ev’n from his slumbers we advantage o, where still our inmates, when unpleasingg" With double force th' enliven'd sce.si. . k Diseas'd, and loathsome, privily were to h Yet quits not nature's bounds. He knows to es, Farfrom the light of heaven,they languish d there, A. Each due decorum: now the heart he shakes eep Unpity'd, uttering many a bitter groani l, And now with well-urg'd sense th’ enli ho 'd For of these wretches taken was no care; ! judgment takes. ghten Fierce fiends, and hagsofhell,their onlynurses” * A. A bard here dwelt, more fat than Alas! the changel from scenes of joy and * T Who, void of envy, guile, and room. To this dark den, where sickness toss'd alwo \ On virtue still, and nature's pleasing them. Here lethargy, with deadly sleep opprest, * Pour'd forth his unpremeditated strain; * stretch'd on his back, a mighty lubbard, lay The world forsaking with a calm disdain Heaving his sides, and snored night and do | Here laugh’d he careless in his easy seat. To stir him from his traunce it was not eath, | > And his half-open'd eyne he shut straitway: