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Where dawns the high expression of a mind: Her features in the mirror. For of all
By steps conducting our enraptur’d search

The inhabitants of earth to man alone
To that eternal origin, whose power,

Creative wisdom gave to lift his eye
Through all the unbounded symmetry of things, To truth's eternal measures; thence to frame
Like rays effulging from the parent sun,

The sacred laws of action and of will
This endless mixture of her charms diffus'd. Discerning justice from unequal deeds,
Mind, mind alone, (bear witness earth and heaven!) And temperance from folly. But beyond
l'he living fountains in itself contains

This energy of truth, whose dictates bind
Of beauteous and sublime: here hand in hand, Assenting reason, the benignant sire,
sit paramount the graces; here enthron’d,

To deck the honour'd paths of just and good, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs,

Has added bright imagination's rays: nvites the soul to never-fading joy.

Where virtue, rising from the awful depth ook then abroad through nature, to the range Of truth's mysterious bosom, doth forsake Df planets, suns, and adamantine spheres

The unadorn'd condition of her birth;
Vheeling unshaken through the void immense ; And dress'd by fancy in ten thousand hues,
Ind speak, O man! does this capacious scene Assumes a various feature, to attract
Nith half that kindling majesty dilate

With charms responsive to each gazer's eye,
Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose

The hearts of men. Amid his rural walk, lefulgent from the stroke of Cæsar's fate,

The ingenious youth, whom solitude inspires Amid the crowd of patriots; and his arm

With purest wishes, from the pensive shade Hloft extending, like eternal Jove

Beholds her moving, like a virgin-muse Where guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud That wakes her lyre to some indulgent theme In Tuzlly's name, and shook his crimson steel, Of harmony and wonder: while among And bade the father of his country hail !

The herd of servile minds her strenuous form or lo ! the tyrant prostrate on the dust,

Indignant flashes on the patriot's eye, And Come again is free! Is aught so fair

And through the rolls of memory appeals n all the dewy landscapes of the spring,

To ancient honour, or, in act serene in the bright eye of Hesper or the morn,

Yet watchful, raises the majestic sword in nature's fairest forms, is aught so fair

Of public power, from dark ambition's reach
As virtuous friendship? as the candid blush To guard the sacred volume of the laws.
Of him who strives with fortune to be just?

Genius of ancient Greece! whose faithful steps
The graceful tear that streams for others woes? Well-pleas'd I follow through the sacred paths
Or the mild majesty of private life,

Of nature and of science; nurse divine
Where peace with ever-blooming olive crowns Of all heroic deeds and fair desires !
The gate ; where honour's liberal hands effuse 0! let the breath of thy extended praise
Unenvied treasures, and the snowy wings

Inspire my kindling bosom to the height
Of innocence and love protect the scene?

Of this untempted theme. Nor be my thoughts
Once more search, undismay'd, the dark profound Presumptuous counted, if amid the calm
Where nature works in secret; view the beds That soothes this vernal evening into smiles,
Of mineral treasure, and the eternal vault

I steal impatient from the sordid haunts
That bounds the hoary ocean; trace the forms Of strife and low ambition, to attend
Of atoms moving with incessant change

Thy sacred presence in the sylvan shade,
Their elemental round: behold the seeds

By their malignant footsteps ne'er profan'd. Of being, and the energy of life

Descend, propitious ! to my favour'd eye; Kindling the mass with ever-active flame:

Such in thy mien, thy warm, exalted air, Then to the secrets of the working mind

As when the Persian tyrant, foil'd and stung Attentive turn; from dim oblivion call

With shame and desperation, gnash'd his teeth Her fleet, ideal band; and bid them, go!

To see thee rend the pageants of his throne ; Break through time's barrier, and o'ertake the hour And at the lightning of thy lifted spear That saw the heavens created: then declare Crouch'd like a slave. Bring all thy martial spoils, If aught were found in those external scenes Thy palms, thy laurels, thy triumphal songs, To move thy wonder now. For what are all Thy smiling band of arts, thy godlike sires The forms which brute, unconscious matter wears, Of civil wisdom, thy heroic youth Greatness of bulk, or symmetry of parts ?

Warm from the schools of glory. Guide my way Not reach ing to the heart, soon feeble grows Through fair Lyceum's walk, the green retreats The superficial impulse; dull their charms, Of Academus and the thymy vale, And satiate soon, and pall the languid eye.

Where oft enchanted with Socratic sounds, Not so the moral species, nor the powers

Missus pure devolv'd his tuneful stream Of genius and design; the ambitious mind

In gentler murmurs. From the blooming store There sees herself: by these congenial forms Of these auspicious fields, may I unblanı’d Touch'd agad awaken'd with intenser act

Transplant some living blossoms to adorn She bends each nerve, and meditates well pleas'd My native clime: while far above the flight

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Of fancy's plume aspiring, I unlock

The patriot-bosom ; then no more the pathis
The springs of ancient wisdom! while I join Of public care or intellectual toil,
Thy name, thrice honour'd! with the immortal praise Alone by footsteps haughty and severe
Of nature, while to my compatriot youth

In gloomy state be trod : the harmonious Muse
I point the high example of thy sons,

And her persuasive sisters then shall plant
And tune to Attic themes the British lyre.

Their sheltering laurels o'er the black ascent,
And scatter flowers along the rugged way.

Arm’d with the lyre, already have we dard
When shall the laurel and the vocal string

To pierce divine philosophy’s retreats, Resume their honours ? When shall we behold And teach the Muse her lore; already strove The tuneful tongue, the Promethean hand,

Their long-divided honours to uvite. Aspire to ancient praise ? Alas ! how faint,

While tempering this deep argument we sang How slow, the dawn of beauty and of truth

Of truth and beauty. Now the same glad task Breaks the reluctant shades of Gothic night

Impends; now urging our ambitious toil, Which yet involve the nations ! Long they groan'd We hasten to recount the various springs Beneath the furies of rapacious force;

Of adventitious pleasure, which adjoin Oft as the gloomy north, with iron-swarms

Their grateful influence to the prime effect Tempestuous pouring from her frozen caves, Of objects grand and beauteous to enlarge Blasted the Italian shore, and swept the works The complicated joy. The sweets of sense, Of liberty and wisdom down the gulf

Do they not oft with kind accession flow, Of all-devouring night. As long immur'd

To raise harmonious fancy's native charm?
In noon-tide darkness by the glimmering lamp, So while we taste the fragrance of the rose,
Each Muse and each fair science pin'd away

Glows not her blush the fairer? While we view
The sordid hours: while foul barbarian hands Amid the noontide walk a limpid rill
Their mysteries profan'd, unstrung the lyre, Gush through the trickling herbage, to the thirst
And chain’d tho soaring pinion down to earth. Of summer yielding the delicious draught
At last the Muses rose, and spurn'd their bonds, Of cool refreshment; o'er the mossy brink
And, wildly warbling, scatter'd, as they flew, Shines not the surface clearer, and the waves
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers With sweeter music murmur as they flow?
To Arno's myrtle border and the shore

Nor this alone; the various lot of life
Of soft Parthenope. But still the rage

Oft from external circumstanice assumes Of dire ambition and gigantic power,

A moment's disposition to rejoice From public aims and from the busy walk

In those delights, which at a different hour Of civil commerce, drove the bolder train

Would pass unheeded. Fair the face of spring,
Of penetrating science to the cells,

When rural songs and odours wake the morn,
Where studious ease consumes the silent hour To every eye; but how much more to his
In shadowy searches and unfruitful care.

Round whom the bed of sickness long diffus'd
Thus from their guardians torn, the tender arts Its melancholy gloom ! how doubly fair,
Of mimic fancy and harmonious joy,

When first with fresh-born vigour he inhales
To priestly domination and the lust

The balmy breeze, and feels the blessed sun Of lawless courts, their amiable toil

Warm at his bosom, from the springs of life For three inglorious ages have resign'd,

Chasing oppressive damps and languid pain! In vain reluctant: and Torquato's tongue

Or shall I mention, where celestial truth
Was tun'd for slavish pæans at the throne

Her awful light discloses, to bestow
Of tinsel pomp: and Raphael's magic hand
Effus'd its fair creation to enchant

A more majestic pomp on beauty’s frame?
The fond adoring herd in Latian fanes

For man loves knowledge, and the beams of truth

More welcome touch his understanding's eye,
To blind belief; while on their prostrate necks Than all the blandishments of sound his ear,
The sable tyrant plants his heel secure.

Than all of taste his tongue. Nor ever yet
But now, behold! the radiant era dawns,
When freedom's ample fabric, fixed at length

The melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues
For endless years on Albion's happy shore

To me have shone so pleasing, as when first In full proportion, once more shall extend

The hand of science pointed out the path To all the kindred powers of social bliss

In which the sun-beams gleaming from the west A common mansion, a parental roof.

Fall on the watery cloud, whose darksome veil There shall the virtues, there shall wisdom's train,

Involves the orient; and that trickling shower Their long-lost friends rejoicing, as of old,

Piercing through every crystaline convex Embrace the smiling family of arts,

Of clustering dew-drops to their flight oppos’d, The Muses and the Graces. Then no more

Recoil at length where concave all behind Shall vice, distracting their delicious gifts

The internal surface on each glassy orb To aims abhorr’d, with high distaste and scorn

Repels their forward passage into air;
Turn from their charms the philosophic eye,

That thence direct they seek the radiant goal
From which their course began ; and, as they strike

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In different lines the gazer's obvious eye,

Of wisdom, or thy lonely-whispering voice,

O faithful nature ! dictate of the laws
Assume a different lustre, through the brede
Of colours changing from the splendid rose

Which govern and support this mighty frame
To the pale violet's dejected hue.

Of universal being. Oft the hours Or shall we touch that kind access of joy, From morn to eve have stolen unmark'd away, That springs to each fair object, while we trace While mute attention hung upon his lips, Through all its fabric, wisdom's artful aim

As thus the sage his awful tale began. Disposing every part, and gaining still

'Twas in the windings of an ancient wood, By means proportion'd her benignant end?

When spotless youth with solitude resigns
Speak, ye, the pure delight, whose favour'd steps To sweet philosophy the studious day,
The lamp of science through the jealous maze What tiine pale autumn shades the silent eve,
Of nature guides, when haply you reveal

Musing I rov'd. Of good and evil much,
Her secret honours: whether in the sky,

And much of mortal man my thought revolv'd; The beauteous laws of light, the central powers

When starting full on fancy's gushing eye That wheel the pensile planets round the year ;

The mournful image of Parthenia's fate, Whether in wonders of the rolling deep,

That hour, O long belov'd and long deplor'd! Or the rich fruits of all-sustaining earth,

When blooming youth, nor gentlest wisdom's aris, Or fine-adjusted springs of life and sense,

Nor Hymen's bonours gather'd for thy brow,
Ye scan the counsels of their author's hand.

Nor all thy lover's, all thy father's tears
What, when to raise the meditated scene,

Avail'd to snatch thee from the cruel grave;
The flame of passion through the struggling soul Thy agonizing looks, thy last farewell

Deep-kindled, shows across that sudden blaze Struck to the inmost feeling of my soul
The object of its rapture, vast of size,

As with the hand of death. At once the shade With fiercer colours and a night of shade?

More horrid nodded o'er me, and the winds What? like a storm from their capacious bed With hoarser murmuring shook the branches, Dark The sounding seas o'erwhelming, when the might As midnight storms, the scene of human things Of these eruptions, working from the depth

Appear’d before me; deserts, burning sands, Of man's strong apprehension, shakes his frame Where the parch'd adder dies; the frozen south; Ev'n to the base; from every naked sense

And desolation blasting all the west of pain or pleasure dissipating all

With rapine and with murder, tyrant power, Opinion's feeble coverings, and the veil

Here sits enthron’d with blood; the baleful charms
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times

Of superstition there infect the skies,
To hide the feeling heart? Then nature speaks And turn the sun to horror. Gracious Heaven!
Her genuine language, and the words of men, What is the life of man? Or cannot these,
Big with the very motion of their souls,

Not these portents thy awful will suffice:
Declare with what accumulated force

That, propagated thus beyond their scope,
The impetuous nerve of passion urges on

They rise to act their cruelties anew
The native weight and energy of things.

In my afflicted bosom, thus decreed
Yet more; her honours where no beauty claims, The universal sensitive of pain,
Nor shows of good the thirsty sense allure,

The wretched heir of evils not its own!
From passion's power alone our nature holds

Thus I impatient; when, at once effus’d,
Essential pleasure. Passion's fierce illapse

A flashing torrent of celestial day
Rouses the mind's whole fabric; with supplies

Burst through the shadowy void. With slow descent
Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers

A purple cloud came floating through the sky, Intensely pois'd, and polishes anew

And pois'd at length within the circling trees,
By that collision all the fine machine:

Hung obvious to my view, till opening wide
Else rust would rise, and foulness, by degrees Its lucid orb, a more than human form
Encumbering, choke at last what heaven design'd

Emerging lean'd majestic o'er my head,

And instant thunder shook the conscious grove.
For ceaseless motion and a round of toil.
-But say, does every passion thus to man

Then melted into air the liquid cloud,
Administer delight? That name indeed

Then all the shining vision stood reveal'd.

A wreath of palm his ample forehead bound,
Becomes the rosy breath of love; becomes
The radiant smiles of joy, the applauding hand

And o'er his shoulder, mantling to his knee,

Flow'd the transparent robe, around his waist
Of admiration : but the bitter shower
That sorrow sheds


Collected with a radiant zone of gold
s grave,

Ethereal; there in mystic signs engravid,
But the dumb palsy of nocturnal fear,

I read his office high and sacred name,
Or those consuming fires that gnaw the heart

Genius of human kind. Appall'd I gaz'd
Of panting indignation, find we there

The godlike presence; for athwart his brow
To move delight -Then listen while my tongue

Displeasure, temper'd with a mild concern,
The unalter'd will of heaven with faithful awe

Look'd down reluctant on me, and his words
Reveals; what old Harmodius wont to teach

Like distant thunders broke the murmuring air. My early age; Harmodius, who had weigh'd

Vain are thy thoughts, O child of mortal birth! Within his learned mind whate'er the schools


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Were aw'd, and every thought in silence hung,

And impotent thy tongue. Is thy short span The gracious ways of providence to learn,
Capacious of this universal frame?

Receive my sayings with a stedfast ear-
Thy wisdom all-sufficient ? Thou, alas !

Know then, the sov'reign spirit of the world, Dost thou aspire to judge between the Lord

Though, self-collected from eternal time, Of nature and his works ? to lift thy voice

Within his own deep essence he beheld Against the sovereign order he decreed,

The bounds of true felicity complete; All good and lovely? to blaspheme the bands Yet by immense benignity inclin'd Of tenderness innate and social love,

To spread around him that primeval joy Holiest of things! by which the general orb Which fill'd himself, he rais'd his plastic arm, Of being, as by adamantine links,

And sounded through the hollow depth of space Was drawn to perfect union, and sustain'd

The strong, creative mandate. Straight arose From everlasting ? Hast thou felt the pangs

These heavenly orbs, the glad abodes of life, Of softening sorrow, of indignant zeal,

Effusive kindled by his breath divine So grievous to the soul, as thence to wish

Through endless forms of being. Each inhal'd The ties of nature broken from thy frame;

From him its portion of the vital flame,
That so thy selfish, unrelenting heart

In measure such, that, from the wide complex
Might cease to mourn its lot, no longer then Of co-existent orders, one might rise,
The wretched heir of evils not its own?

One order, all involving and intire.
O fair benevolence of generous minds !

He too beholding in the sacred light O man by nature form'd for all mankind!

Of his essential reason, all the shapes He spoke; abash'd and silent I remain'd,

Of swift contingence, all successive ties As conscious of my tongue's offence, and aw'd Of action propagated through the sum Before his presence, though my secret soul

Of possible existence, he at once, Disdain'd the imputation. On the ground

Down the long series of eventful time, I fix'd my eyes; till from his airy couch

So fix'd the dates of being, so dispos’d,
He stoop'd sublime, and touching with his hand

To every living soul of every kind
My dazzling forehead, Raise thy sight, he cry'd, The field of motion and the hour of rest,
And let thy sense convince thy erring tongue. That all conspir’d to his supreme design,

I look’d, and lo! the former scene was chang'd; To universal good: with full accord,
For verdant alleys and surrounding trees,

Answering the mighty model he had chosen,
A solitary prospect, wide and wild,

The best and fairest of unnumber'd worlds
Rush'd on my senses. 'Twas an horrid pile That lay from everlasting in the store
Of hills and many a shaggy forest mix’d,

Of his divine conceptions. Nor content,
With many a sable cliff and glittering stream. By one exertion of creative power
Aloft recumbent o'er the hanging ridge,

His goodness to reveal; through every age, The brown woods wav'd; while ever trickling Through every moment up the tract of time, springs

His parent-hand with ever-new increase Wash'd from the naked roots of oak and pine Of happiness and virtue has adorn'd The crumbling soil; and still at every fall

The vast harmonious frame: his parent hand, Down the steep windings of the channel'd rock, From the mute shell-fish gasping on the shore, Remurmuring rush'd the congregated floods

To men, to angels, to celestial minds, With hoarser inundation; till at last

For ever leads the generations on They reach'd a grassy plain, which from the skirts

To higher scenes of being; while supply'd Of that high desert spread her verdant lap,

From day to day with his enlivening breath, And drank the gushing moisture, where confin'd

Inferior orders in succession rise
In one smooth current, o'er the lilied vale

To fill the void below. As flame ascends,
Clearer than glass it flow’d. Autumnal spoils
Luxuriant spreading to the rays of morn,

As bodies to their proper centre move,
Blush'd o'er the cliffs, whose half-encircling mound

As the pois'd ocean to the attracting moon

Obedient swells, and every headlong stream
As in a sylvan theatre enclos'd
That flowery level. On the river's brink

Devolves its winding waters to the main;
I spy'd a fair pavilion, which diffus'd

So all things which have life aspire to God, Its floating umbrage 'mid the silver shade

The sun of being, boundless, unimpair'd, Of osiers. Now the western sun reveal'd

Centre of souls ! Nor does the faithful voice Between two parting cliffs his golden orb,

Of nature cease to prompt their eager steps And pour'd across the shadow of the hills,

Aright; nor is the care of heaven withheld On rocks and foods, a yellow stream of light

From granting to the task proportion’d aid; Thatcheer'd the solemn scene.

That in their stations all may persevere

To climb the ascent of being, and approach And wondering expectation. Then the voice

For ever nearer to the life divine. Of that celestial power, the mystic show

That rocky pile thou seest, that verdant lawn Declaring, thus my deep attention call’d.

Fresh water'd from the mountains. Let the scene
Inhabitants of earth, to whom is given

Paint in thy fancy the primeval seat
Of man, and where the will supreme ordain'd

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His mansion, that pavilion fair diffus'd

Display'd the old simplicity of pomp Along the shady brink; in this recess

Around her honour'd head. A matron's robe, To wear the appointed season of his youth,

White as the sunshinestreams through vernal clouds, Till riper hours should open to his toil

Her stately form invested, Hand in hand The high communion of superior minds,

The immortal pair forsook the enamel'd green, Of consecrated heroes and of gods.

Ascending slowly. Rays of limpid light Nor did the Sire Omnipotent forget

Gleam'd round their path; celestial sounds were His tender bloom to cherish; nor withheld

heard, Celestial footsteps from his green abode.

And through the fragrant air ethereal dews Oft from the radiant honours of his throne,

Distill'd around them; till at once the clouds He sent whom most he lov’d, the sovran fair, Disparting wide in midway sky, withdrew The effluence of his glory, whom he plac'd

Their airy veil, and left a bright expanse Before his eyes for ever to behold;

Of empyrean flame, where spent and drown'd, The goddess from whose inspiration flows

Afflicted vision plung'd in vain to scan
The toil of patriots, the delight of friends ;

What object it involv’d. My feeble eyes
Without whose work divine, in heaven or earth, Endur'd not. Bending down to earth I stood,
Nought lovely, nought propitious comes to pass, With dumb attention. Soon a female voice,
Nor hope, nor praise, nor honour. Her the sire As watery murmurs sweet, or warbling shades,
Gave it in charge to rear the blooming mind, With sacred invocation thus began:
The folded powers to open, to direct

Father of gods and mortals! whose right arm The growth luxuriant of his young desires,

With reins eternal guides the moving heavens,
And from the laws of this majestic world

Bend thy propitious ear. Behold well pleas'd
To teach him what was good. As thus the nymph I seek to finish thy divine decree.
Her daily care attended, by her side

With frequent steps I visit yonder seat
With constant steps her gay companions stay'd: Of man, thy offspring; from the tender seeds
The fair Euphrosyne, the gentle queen

Of justice and of wisdom, to evolve
Of smiles, and graceful gladness, and delights

The latent honours of his generous frame;
That cheer alike the hearts of mortal men

Till thy conducting hand shall raise his lot
And powers immortal. See the shining pair!

From earth's dim scene to these ethereal walks,
Behold, where from his dwelling now disclos’d The temple of thy glory. But not me,
They quit their youthful charge, and seek the skies. Not my directing voice he oft requires,

I look’d, and on the flowery turf there stood Or hears delighted: this enchanting maid,
Between two radiant forms a smiling youth,

The associate thou hast given me, her alone
Whose tender cheeks display'd the vernal flower He loves, O Father! absent her he craves;
Of beauty; sweetest innocence illum'd

And but for her glad presence ever join'd,
His bashful eyes, and on his polish'd brow

Rejoices not in mine: that all my hopes
Sate young simplicity. With fond regard

This thy benignant purpose to fulfil,
He view'd the associates, as their steps they mov'd;

I deem uncertain: and my daily cares
The younger chief his ardent eyes detain'd,

Unfruitful all and vain, unless by thee
With mild regret invoking her return.

Still farther aided in the work divine.
Bright as the star of evening she appear'd

She ceas'd; a voice more awful thus reply'd:
Amid the dusky scene. Eternal youth

O thou! in whom for ever I delight,
O'er all her form its glowing honours breath’d;

Fairer than all the inhabitants of Heaven,
And smiles eternal from her candid eyes

Best image of thy author! far from thee
Flow'd, like the dewy lustre of the morn

Be disappointment, or distaste, or blame;
Effusive trembling on the placid waves.

Who soon or late shall every work fulfil,
The spring of heaven had shed its blushing spoils

And no resistance find. If man refuse
To bind her sable tresses : full diffus'd

To hearken to thy dictates; or allur'd
Her yellow mantle floated in the breeze;

By meaner joys, to any other power
And in her hand she wav'd a living branch

Transfer the honours due to thee alone;
Rich with immortal fruits, of power to calm

That joy which he pursues he ne'er shall taste.
The wrathful heart, and from the brightening eyes That power in whom delighteth ne'er behold,
To chase the cloud of sadness. More sublime

Go then, once more, and happy be thy toil;
The heavenly partner mov’d. The prime of age

Go then! but let not this thy smiling friend
Compos'd her steps. The presence of a god, Partake thy footsteps. In her stead, behold!

With thee the son of Nemesis I send;
High on the circle of her brow enthron'd,
From each majestic motion darted awe,

The fiend abhorr’d! whose vengeance takes account

Of sacred order's violated laws.
Devoted awe! till cherish'd by her looks

See where he calls thee, burning to be gone,
Benevolent and meek, confiding love

Fierce to exhaust the tempest of his wrath
To filial rapture soften'd all the soul.

On yon devoted head. But thou, my child,
Free in her graceful hand she pois’d the sword

Control his cruel phrenzy, and protect
Of chaste dominion. An heroic crown

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