THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.* I. VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! II. Hark! they whisper; angels say, III. The world recedes; it disappears : 10 * Suggested by the following lines composed by the Emperor Adrian during his last illness : 'Animula vagula, blandula, ODE ON SOLITUDE.* HAPPY the man, whose wish and care Content to breathe his native air In his own ground: Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Bless'd, who can unconcern'dly find Quiet by day; Sound sleep by night; study and ease, With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; 10 Tell where I lie. 20 IMITATIONS OF HORACE. BOOK IV. ODE I. TO VENUS. AGAIN? new tumults in my breast? Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas! the man As in the gentle reign of my Queen Anne. * This was one of Pope's very early productions, written when he was not quite twelve years old. Ah, sound no more thy soft alarms, Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms. Mother too fierce of dear desires! Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires; To number five* direct your doves, There spread round Murray all your blooming loves; Noble and young, who strikes the heart With every sprightly, every decent part; Equal, the injured to defend, To charm the mistress, or to fix the friend. He, with a hundred arts refined, 10 Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each rival shall submit, Make but his riches equal to his wit. Then shall thy form the marble grace, (Thy Grecian form) and Chloe lend the face: His house, embosom'd in the grove, Sacred to social life and social love, Shall glitter o'er the pendent green, Where Thames reflects the visionary scene: Thither the silver-sounding lyres 21 Shall call the smiling Loves, and young Desires; There, every Grace and Muse shall throng, Exalt the dance, or animate the song; There, youths and nymphs, in consort gay, Shall hail the rising, close the parting day. With me, alas! those joys are o'er ; For me, the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu! fond hope of mutual fire, The still-believing, still-renew'd desire! Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl, And all the kind deceivers of the soul! But why? ah, tell me, ah, too dear! Steals down my cheek the involuntary tear? Why words so flowing, thoughts so free, 30 Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee? *Murray's chambers were at No. 5, in King's-bench walk. Thee, dress'd in fancy's airy beam, Absent I follow through the extended dream; Now, now I seize, I clasp thy charms, 41 And now you burst, ah, cruel! from my arms; And swiftly shoot along the Mall, Or softly glide by the canal ; Now shown by Cynthia's silver ray, And now on rolling waters snatch'd away. BOOK IV. PART OF ODE IX. A FRAGMENT. LEST you should think that verse shall die, Though daring Milton sits sublime, Sages and chiefs long since had birth, 10 Ere Cæsar was, or Newton named ; Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride : In vain they schemed, in vain they bled: TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS. I. CHORUS OF ATHENIANS. STROPHE I. YE shades, where sacred truth is sought; In vain your guiltless laurels stood War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, ANTISTROPHE I. O, heaven-born sisters! source of art! Moral Truth, and mystic Song! To what new clime, what distant sky, Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore? STROPHE II. When Athens sinks by fates unjust, And Athens rising near the pole; Till some new tyrant lifts his purple hand, |