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My nature ; thy commanding voice lias wak'd Should never be divided from her chaste,
My languid powers to bear me boldly on,

Her fair attendant, pleasure. Need I urge
Where'er the will divine my path ordains

Thy tardy thought through all the various round Through toil or peril: only do not thou

Of this existence, that thy softening soul Forsake me; O be thou for ever near,

At length may learn what energy the hand That I may listen to thy sacred voice,

Of virtue mingles in the bitter tide And guide by thy decrees my constant feet.

Of passion swelling with distress and pain, re But say, for ever are my eyes bereft?

To mitigate the sharp with gracious drops Say, shall the fair Euphrosyne not once

Of cordial pleasure? Ask the faithful youth, Appear again to charm me? Thou, in Heaven! Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd O thou eternal arbiter of things!

So often fills his arms; so often draws Be thy great bidding done: for who am I,

His lonely footsteps at the silent hour यूस To question thy appointment? Let the frowns

pay the mournful tribute of his tears? Of this avenger every morn o'ercast

0! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds
The cheerful dawn, and every evening damp Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego
With double night my dwelling; I will learn That sacred hour, when stealing from the noise
To hail them both, and unrepining bear

Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes
His hateful presence: but permit my tongue

With virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, One glad request, and if my deeds may find

And turns his tears to rapture.--Ask the crowd Thy awful eye propitious, O restore

Which flies impatient from the village walk The rosy-featur'd maid, again to cheer

To climb the neighbouring cliffs, when far below
This lonely seat, and bless me with her smiles. The cruel winds have hurl'd upon the coast

He spoke; when instant through the sable glooms, Some helpless bark; while sacred pity melts
With which that furious presence had involv'd The general eye, or terror's icy hand
The ambient air, a flood of radiance came

Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair;
Swift as the lightning flash; the melting clouds While every mother closer to her breast
Flew, diverse, and amid the blue serene

Catches her child, and pointing where the waves
Euphrosyne appear’d. With sprightly step

Foam through the shatter'd vessel, shrieks aloud,
The nymph alighted on the irriguous lawn,

As one poor wretch that spreads his piteous arms
And to her wondering audience thus began: For succour, swallow'd by the roaring surge,
Lo! I am here to answer to your vows,

As now another, dash'd against the rock,
And be the meeting fortunate! I come

Drops lifeless down: O! deemest thou indeed
With joyful tidings; we shall part no more-

No kind endearment here by nature given
Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell

To inutual terror and compassion's tears?
Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the No sweetly melting softness which attracts,

O'er all that edge of pain, the social powers
Repeats the accents; we shall part no more. To this their proper action and their end?
O my delightful friends! well pleas’d on high

-Ask thy own heart; when at the midnight hour,
The father has beheld you, while the might Slow through that studious gloom thy pausing eye
Of that stern foe with bitter trial prov'd

Led by the glimmering taper moves around
Your equal doings; then for ever spake

The sacred volumes of the dead, the songs
The high decree: that thou, celestial maid! Of Grecian bards, and records writ by fame
Howe'er that grisly phantom on thy steps

Of Grecian heroes, where the present power
May sometimes dare intrude, yet never more

Of heaven and earth surveys the immortal page,
Shalt thou, descending to the abode of man, Even as a father blessing, while he reads
Alone endure the rancour of his arm,

The praises of his son. If then thy soul,
Or leave thy lov'd Euphrosyne behind.

Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days,
She ended; and the whole romantic scene

Mix in their deeds and kindle with their fame;
Immediate vanish’d; rocks, and woods, and rills,

Say, when the prospect blackens on thy view,
The mantling tent, and each mysterious form,

When rooted from the base, heroic states
Flew like the pictures of a morning dream,

Mourn in the dust, and tremble at the frown
When sunshine fills the bed. Awhile I stood

Of curst ambition; when the pious band
Perplex'd and giddy ; till the radiant power Of youths, who fought for freedom and their sires,
Who bade the visionary landscape rise,

Lie side by side in gore; when ruffian pride
As up to him I turn'd, with gentlest looks

Usurps the throne of justice, turns the pomp
Preventing my inquiry, thus began:

Of public power, the majesty of rule,
There let thy soul acknowledge its complaint

The sword, the laurel, and the purple robe,
How blind! how impious! There behold the ways

To slavish empty pageants, lo adorn
Of Heaven's eternal destiny to man,

A tyrant's walk, and glitter in the eyes

Of such as bow the knee; when honour'd urns
For ever just, benevolent, and wise:

Of patriots and of chiefs, the awful bust
That virtue's awful steps, howe'er pursued

And storied arch, to glut the coward age
By vexing fortune and intrusive pain,


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Of regal envy, strew the public way

Report of good or evil, as the scene
With hallow'd ruins; when the Muse's haunt, Was drawn by fancy, lovely or deform'd:
The marble porch where wisdom wont to talk Thus her report can never there be true,
With Socrates or Tully, hears no more,

Where fancy cheats the intellectual eye
Save the hoarse jargon of contentious monks, With glaring colours and distorted lines.
Or female superstition's midnight prayer ;

Is there a man, who at the sound of death When ruthless rapine from the hand of time Sees ghastly shapes of terror conjur'd up, Tears the destroying scythe, with surer blow

And black before him; nought but death-bed groans To sweep the works of glory from their base ; And fearful prayers, and plunging from the brink Till desolation o'er the grass-grown street

Of light and being, down the gloomy air Expands his raven wings, and up the wall,

An unknown depth ? Alas! in such a mind, Where senates once the price of monarchs doom’d, If no bright forms of excellence attend Hisses the gliding snake through hoary weeds The image of his country; nor the pomp That clasp the mouldering column ; thus defac'd, Of sacred senates, nor the guardian voice Thus widely mournful when the prospect thrills Of justice on her throne, nor aught that wakes Thy beating bosom, when the patriot's tear

The conscious bosom with a patriot's flame; Starts from thine eye, and thy extended arm

Will not opinion tell him, that to die, In fancy hurls the thunderbolt of Jove,

Or stand the hazard, is a greater ill To fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow,

Than to betray his country? And in act Or dash Octavius from the trophied car;

Will he not choose to be a wretch and live? Say, does thy secret soul repine to taste

Here vice begins then. From the enchanting cup The big distress? or wouldst thou then exchange

Which fancy holds to all, the unwary thirst Those heart-ennobling sorrows for the lot

Of youth oft swallows a Circean draught, Of him who sits amid the gaudy herd

That sheds a baleful tincture o'er the eye Of mute barbarians bending to his nod,

Of reason, till no longer he discerns, And bears aloft his gold-invested front,

And only guides to err. Then revel forth
And says within himself, “ I am a king,

A furious band that spurns him from the throne!
And wherefore should the clamorous voice of woe And all is uproar. Thus ambition grasps
Intrude upon mine ear?” The baleful dregs The empire of the soul: thus pale revenge
Of these late ages, this inglorious draught

Unsheaths her murderous dagger; and the hands
Of servitude and folly, have not yet,

Of lust and rapine, with unholy arts, Blest be the eternal ruler of the world!

Watch to o'erturn the barrier of the laws Defild to such a depth of sordid shame

That keeps them from their prey: thus all the plagues The native honours of the human soul,

The wicked bear, or o'er the trembling scene
Nor so effac'd the image of its sire.

The tragic Muse discloses, under shapes
Of honour, safety, pleasure, ease, or pomp,

Stole first into the mind. Yet not by all
What wonder therefore, since the endearing ties Those lying forms which fancy in the brain
Of passion link the universal kind

Engenders, are the kindling passions driven
Of man so close, what wonder if to search

To guilty deeds; nor reason bound in chains,
This common nature through the various change That vice alone may lord it: oft adorn’d
Of sex, and age, and fortune, and the frame

With solemn pageants, folly mounts the throne,
Of each peculiar, draw the busy mind

And plays her idiot anticks, like a queen. With unresisted charms: the spacious west, A thousand garbs she wears; a thousand ways And all the teeming regions of the south,

She wheels her giddy empire.—Lo ! thus far Hold not a quarry, to the curious flight

With bold adventure, to the Mantuan lyre of knowledge, half so tempting or so fair,

I sing of nature's charms, and touch well pleas'd
As man to man. Nor only where the smiles

A stricter note: now haply must my song
Of love invite; nor only where the applause Unbend her serious measure, and reveal
Of cordial honour turns the attentive eye
On virtue's graceful deeds. For since the course

In lighter strains how folly's awkward arts

Excite impetuous laughter's gay rebuke;
Of things external acts in different ways
On human apprehensions, as the hand

The sportive province of the comic Muse.

See ! in what crowds the uncouth forms advance:
Of nature temper'd to a different frame
Peculiar minds; so haply where the powers

Each would outstrip the other, each prevent

Our careful search, and offer to your gaze. Of fancy neither lessen nor enlarge

Unask'd his motley features. Wait awhile,
The images of things, but paint in all

My curious friends! and let us first arrange
Their genuine hues, the features which they wore
In nature; there opinion will be true,

In proper order your promiscuous throng.

Behold the foremost band of slender thought,
And action right. For action treads the path
In which opinion says he fo ..Ns good,

And easy faith; whom tlattering fancy soothes
Or flies from evil; and opii on gives

With lying spectres, in themselves to view
Illustrious forms of excellence and good,


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That scorn the mansion. With exulting hearts Of joy, let him by juster measures fix

The price of riches and the end of power.
They spread their spurious treasures to the sun,
And bid the world admire! but chief the glance Another tribe succeeds; deluded long
Of wishful envy draws their joy-bright eyes, By fancy's dazzling optics, these behold
And lifts with self-applause each lordly brow. The images of some peculiar things
In numbers boundless as the blooms of spring, With brighter hues resplendent, and pourtray'd

With features nobler far than e'er adorn'd
Behold their glaring idols, empty shades
By fancy gilded o'er, and then set up

Their genuine objects. Hence the fever'd heart For adoration. Some in learning's garb,

Pants with delirious hope for tinsel charms; With formal hand, and sable-cinctur'd gown,

Hence oft obtrusive on the eye of scorn, And rags of mouldy volumes. Some elate

Untimely zeal her witless pride betrays, With martial splendour, steely pikes and swords

And serious manhood from the towering aim Of costly frame, and gay Phænician robes

Of wisdom stoops to emulate the boast Inwrought with flowery gold, assume the port

Of childish toil. Behold yon mystic form, Of stately valour: listening by his side

Bedeck'd with feathers, insects, weeds, and shells ! There stands a female form; to her, with looks

Not with intenser view the Samian sage Of earnest import, pregnant with amaze,

Bent his fixt eye on heaven's intenser fires, He talks of deadly deeds, of breaches, storms, When first the order of that radiant scene And sulphureous mines, and ambush: then at once Swell'd his exulting thought, than this surveys Breaks off, and smiles to see her look so pale, A muckworm's entrails, or a spider's fang. And asks some wondering question of her fears. Next him a youth, with flowers and myrtles crown'd, Others of graver mien; behold, adorn'd

Attends that virgin form, and blushing kneels, With holy ensigns, how sublime they move,

With fondest gesture and a suppliant's tongue, And bending oft their sanctimonious eyes

To win her coy regard: adieu, for him,
Take homage of the simple-minded throng; The dull engagements of the bustling world!
Ambassadors of Heaven! Nor much unlike

Adieu the sick impertinence of praise !
Is he whose visage, in the lazy mist

And hope, and action! for with her alone, That mantles every feature, hides a brood

By streams and shades, to steal these sighing hours, Of politic conceits; of whispers, nods,

Is all he asks, and all that fate can give! And hints deep omen’d with unwieldy schemes, Thee too, facetious Momion, wandering here, And dark portents of state. Ten thousand more, Thee, dreaded censor, oft have I beheld Prodigious habits and tumultuous tongues,

Bewilder'd unawares: alas! too long
Pour dauntless in, and swell the boastful band. Flush'd with thy comic triumphs and the spoils

Then comes the second order, all who seek Of sly derision! till on every side
The debt of praise, where watchful unbelief Hurling thy random bolts, offended truth
Darts through the thin pretence her squinting eye

Assign’d thee here thy station with the slaves On some retir'd appearance, which belies

Of folly. Thy once formidable name The boasted virtue, or annuls the applause

Shall grace her humble records, and be heard That justice else would pay. Here side by side

In scoffs and mockery bandied from the lips I see two leaders of the solemu train

Of all the vengeful brotherhood around, Approaching: one a female old and gray,

So oft the patient victims of thy scorn.
With eyes demure, and wrinkle-furrow'd brow, But now, ye gay! to whom indulgent fate,
Pale as the cheeks of death; yet still she stuns

Of all the Muse's empire hath assign'd
The sickening audience with a nauseous tale; The fields of folly, hither each advance
How many youths her myrtle-chains have worn, Your sickles; here the teeming soil affords
How many virgins at her triumphs pin'd!

Its richest growth. A favourite brood appears ;
Yet how resolv'd she guards her cautious heart; In whom the demon, with a mother's joy,
Such is her terror at the risks of love,

Views all her charms reflected, all her cares And man's seducing tongue ! The other seems At full repay'd. Ye most illustrious band! A bearded sage, ungentle in his mien,

Who, scorning reason's tame, pedantic rules, And sordid all his habit; peevish want

And order's vulgar bondage, never meant Grins at his heels, while down the gazing throng

For souls sublime as yours, with generous zeal He stalks, resounding in magnific phrase

Pay vice the reverence virtue long usurp'd, The vanity of riches, the contempt

And yield deformity the fond applause Of pomp and power. Be prudent in your zeal,

Which beauty wont to claim; forgive my song, Ye grave associates ! let the silent grace

That for the blushing diffidence of youth, Of her who blushes at the fond regard

It shuns the unequal province of your praise. Her charms inspire, more eloquent unfold

Thus far triumphant in the pleasing guile The praise of spotless honour: let the man

Of bland imagination, folly's train Whose eye regards not his illustrious pomp

Have dar'd our search: but now a dastard kind And ample store, but as indulgent streams

Advance reluctant and with faultering feet To cheer the barren soil and spread the fruits Shrink from the gi' r's eye; enfeebled hearts

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Whom fancy chills with visionary fears,

To scan the maze of nature; therefore stamp'd Or bends to servile tameness with conceits

The glaring scenes with characters of scorn, Of shame, of evil, or of base defect,

As broad, as obvious, to the passing clown, Fantastic and delusive. Here the slave,

As to the letter'd sage's curious eye. Who droops abash'd when sullen pomp surveys

Such are the various aspects of the mindHis humbler habit; here the trembling wretch, Some heavenly genius, whose unclouded thoughts Unnery'd and struck with terror's icy bolts,

Attain that secret harmony which blends Spent in weak wailings, drown'd in shameful tears, The ethereal spirit with its mold of clay; At every dream of danger: here subdued

0! teach me to reveal the grateful charm By frontless laughter and the haughty scorn

That searchless nature o'er the sense of man Of old, unfeeling vice, the abject soul,

Diffuses, to behold, in lifeless things, Who blushing half resigns the candid praise The inexpressive semblance of himself, Of temperance and honour; half disowns

Of thought and passion. Mark the sable woods
A freeman's hatred of tyrannic pride;

That shade sublime yon mountain's nodding brow;
And hears with sickly smiles the venal mouth With what religious awe the solemn scene
With foulest licence mock the patriot's name. Commands your steps! as if the reverend form
Last of the motley bands, on whom the power

Of Minos or of Numa should forsake
Of gay derision bends her hostile aim,

The Elysian seats, and down the embowering glade Is that where shameful ignorance presides.

Move to your pausing eye! Behold the expanse Beneath her sordid banners, lo! they march, Of yon gay landscape, where the silver clouds Like blind and lame. Whate'er their doubtful hands Flit o'er the heavens before the sprightly breeze: Attempt, confusion straight appears behind,

Now their gray cincture skirts the doubtful sun:
And troubles all the work. Through many a maze, Now streams of splendour, through their opening
Perplex'd they struggle, changing every path, Effulgent, sweep from off the gilded lawn (veil
O’erturning every purpose; then at last

The aërial shadows; on the curling brook,
Sit down dismay'd, and leave the entangled scene And on the shady margin's quivering leaves
For scorn to sport with. Such then is the abode With quickest lustre glancing; while you view
Of folly in the mind; and such the shapes

The prospect, say, within your cheerful breast
In which she governs her obsequious train.

Plays not the lively sense of winning mirth Through every scene of ridicule in things With clouds and sunshine checquer’d, while the To lead the tenour of my devious lay;

Of social converse, to the inspiring tongue (round Through every swift occasion, which the hand

Of some gay nymph amid her subject train, Of laughter points at, when the mirthful sting Moves all obsequious? Whence is this effect, Distends her sallying nerves and chokes her tongue; This kindred power of such discordant things? What were it but to count each crystal drop

Or flows their semblance from that mystic tone Which morning's dewy fingers on the blooms To which the new-born mind's harmonious powers Of May distil? Suffice it to have said,

At first were strung? Or rather from the links
Where'er the power of ridicule displays

Which artful custom twines around her frame?
Her quaint-ey'd visage, some incongruous form, For when the different images of things
Some stubborn dissonance of things combin'd, By chance combin'd, have struck the attentive soul
Strikes on quick observer: whether pomp, With deeper impulse, or, connected long,
Or praise, or beauty, mix their partial claim Have drawn her frequent eye; howe'er distinct
Where sordid fashions, where ignoble deeds, The external scenes, yet oft the ideas gain
Where foul deformity, are wont to dwell;

From that conjunction an eternal tie,
Or whether these with violation loath'd,

And sympathy unbroken. Let the mind Invade resplendent pomp's imperious mien,

Recal one partner of the various league, The charms of beauty, or the boast of praise. Immediate, lo! the firm confederates rise,

Ask we for what fair end the Almighty Sire In mortal bosoms wakes this gay contempt,

And each his former station straight resumes: These grateful stings of laughter, from disgust

One movement governs the consenting throng,

And all at once with rosy pleasure shine, Educing pleasure? Wherefore, but to aid

Or all are sadden'd with the glooms of care. The tardy steps of reason, and at once

'Twas thus, if ancient fame the truth unfold, By this prompt impulse urge us to depress , The giddy aims of folly? Though the light

Two faithful needles from the informing touch Of truth slow dawning on the inquiring mind

Of the same parent stone, together drew At length unfolds, through many a subtle tie,

Its mystic virtue, and at first conspir’d How these uncouth disorders end at last

With fatal impulse quivering to the pole: [main In public evil! yet benignant heaven,

Then, though disjoin'd by kingdoms, though the Conscious how dim the dawn of truth appears

Roll'd its broad surge betwixt, and different stars To thousands; conscious what a scanty pause

Beheld their wakeful motions, yet preserv'd From labours and from care, the wider lot

The former friendship, and remember'd still
Of humble life affords for studious thought

The alliance of their birth : whate'er the line
Which once possess’d, nor pause, nor quiet knew

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The sure associate, ere with trembling speed Begins to open. Lucid order dawns;
He found its path, and fix'd unerring there.

And as from Chaos old the jarring seeds-
Such is the secret union, when we feel

Of nature at the voice divine repair'd
A song, a flower, a name at once restore

Each to its place, till rosy earth unveil'd
Those long-connected scenes where first they mov'd Her fragrant bosom, and the joyful sun
in The attention : backward through her mazy walks Sprung up the blue serene; by swift degrees
Guiding the wanton fancy to her scope,

Thus disentangled, his entire design
To temples, courts, or fields; with all the band Emerges. Colours mingle, features join,
Of painted forms, of passions and designs

And lives converge: the fainter parts retire;
Attendant: whence, if pleasing in itself,

The fairer eminent in light advance;
The prospect from that sweet accession gains And every image on its neighbour smiles.
Redoubled influence o'er the listening mind. Awhile he stands, and with a father's joy
By these mysterious ties, the busy power

Contemplates. Then with Promethean art,
Of memory her ideal train preserves

Into its proper vehicle he breathes
Intire; or when they would elude her watch, The fair conception ; which, embodied thus,
Reclaims their fleeting footsteps from the waste And permanent becomes to eyes or ears
Of dark oblivion ; thus collecting all

An object ascertain'd: while thus inform’d,
The various forms of being to present,

The various organs of his mimic skill,
Before the curious aim of mimic art,

The consonance of sounds, the featur'd rock,
Their largest choice: like spring's unfolded blooms The shadowy picture and impassion'd verse,
Exhaling sweetness, that the skilful bee

Beyond their proper powers attract the soul
May taste at will, from their selected spoils,

By that expressive semblance, while in siglit
ht. To work her dulcet food. For not the expanse Of nature's great original we scan
Of living lakes in summer's noontide calm,

The lively child of art; while line by line, Reflects the bordering shade,and sun-bright heavens, And feature after feature we refer With fairer semblance ; not the sculptur'd gold To that sublime exemplar whence it stole More faithful keeps the graver's lively trace, Those animating charms. Thus beauty's palm Than he whose birth the sister powers of art Betwixt them wavering hangs: applauding love Propitious view'd, and from his genial star

Doubts where to choose; and mortal man aspires
Shed influence to the seeds of fancy kind;

To tempt creative praise. As when a cloud
Than his attemperd bosom must preserve

Of gathering hail with limpid crusts of ice
The seal of nature. There alone unchang’d, Enclos’d and obvious to the beaming sun,
Her form remains. The balmy walks of May Collects his large effulgence; straight the heavens.
There breathe perennial sweets: the trembling chord With equal flames present on either hand
Resounds for ever in the abstracted ear,

The radiant visage: Persia stands at gaze,
Melodious: and the virgin's radiant eye,

Appallid; and on the brink of Ganges doubts
Superior to disease, to grief, and time,

The snowy vested seer, in Mithra's name
Shines with unbating lustre. Thus at length To which the fragrance of the south shall burn,
Indow'd with all that nature can bestow,

To which his warbled orisons ascend.
The child of fancy oft in silence bends

Such various bliss the well-tun'd heart enjoys,
O'er these mixt treasures of his pregnant breast,

Favour'd of Heaven! while, plung’d in sordid cares,
With conscious pride. From them he oft resolves The unfeeling vulgar mocks the boon divine:
To frame he knows not what excelling things; And harsh austerity, from whose rebuke
And win he knows not what sublime reward Young love and smiling wonder shrink away
Of praise and wonder. By degrees, the mind Abash'd and chill of heart, with sager frowns
Feels her young nerves dilate: the plastic powers Condemns the fair enchantment. On

my strain, Labour for action: blind emotions heave

Perhaps even now, some cold, fastidious judge
His bosom, and with loveliest phrenzy caught, Casts a disdainful eye; and calls my toil,
From earth to heaven he rolls his daring eye,

And calls the love and beauty which I sing,
From heaven to earth. Anon ten thousand shapes, The dream of folly. Thou, grave censor! say,
spectres trooping to the wizard's call,

Is beauty then a dream, because the glooms
Flit swift before him. From the womb of earth, Of dullness hang too heavy on thy sense,
From ocean's bed they come: the eternal heavens To let her shine upon thee : So the man
Disclose their splendours, and the dark abyss Whose eye ne'er open'd on the light of heaven,
Pours out her births unknown. With fixed gaze Might smile with scorn while raptur’d vision tells
He marks the rising phantoms. Now compares

Of the gay colour'd radiance flushing bright
Their different forms; now blends them; now di O’er all creation. From the wise be far
Enlarges, and extenuates by turns;


Such gross unhallow'd pride; nor needs my song
Opposes, ranges in fantastic bands,

Descend so low ; but rather now unfold,
And infinitely varies. Hither now,

If human thought could reach, or words unfold
Now thither fluctuates his inconstant aim,

By what mysterious fabric of the mind,
With endless choice perplex'd. At length his plan The deep-felt joys and harmony of sound

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