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Know, when he bade the deep appear, "Thus far," th' Almighty faid, "Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here "Let thy proud waves be stay'd." I heard; and, lo! at once controul'd, The waves, in wild retreat, Back on themselves reluctant roll'd, And murmuring left my feet.
Deeps to affembling deeps in vain
Once more the fignal gave:
The fhores the rushing weight fustain,
And check th' ufurping wave.
Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wife,
The imag'd truth I read;
And fudden from my waking eyes
Th' inftructive vifion fled.
Then why thus heavy, O my foul!
Say why, diftrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll • Ó'er fcenes of future ill?'
Let faith fupprefs each rifing fear, 'Each anxious doubt exclude;
Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here,
Á Maker wife and good!
He to thy ev'ry trial knows Its just restraint to give; Attentive to behold thy woes, And faithful to relieve.
Then why thus heavy, O my foul !
Say why, diftrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll 'O'er fcenes of future ill?
Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round Still in thy God confide,
Whofe finger marks the feas their bound,
And curbs the headlong tide.'
§ 93. Chrift's Paion: from a Greek Ode of Mr. Mafters, formerly of New College. Pitt.
No more of earthly fubjects fing;
To heaven, my muse, aspire;
To raife the fong, charge ev'ry ftring,
And strike the living lyre.
Begin, in lofty numbers show
Th' Eternal King's unfathom'd love,
Who reigns the Sov'reign God above,
And fuffers on the cross below.
Prodigious pile of wonders! rais'd too high
For the dim ken of frail mortality.
What numbers fhall I bring along?
From whence fhall I begin the fong?
The mighty mystery I'll fing, infpir'd,
Beyond the reach of human wifdom wrought,
Beyond the compafs of an angel's thought,
How by the rage of man his God expir'd.
I'll make the tracklefs depths of mercy known,
How to redeem his foe God render'd up his Son:
I'll raise my voice to tell mankind
The victor's conqueft o'er his doom; How in the grave he lay confin'd,
To feal more fure the rav'nous tomb.
Three days, the infernal empire to fubdue,
Me pafs'd triumphant through the coafts of woe;
With his own dart the tyrant Death he flew,
And led Hell captive through her realms below.
A mingled found from Calvary I hear,
And the loud tumult thickens on my ear,
The fhouts of murd'rers, that infult the flain,
The voice of torment, and the fhrieks of pain.
I caft my eyes with horror up
To the curft mountain's guilty top;
See there! whom hanging in the midst I view
Ah! how unlike the other two!
I fee him high above his foes,
And gently bending from the wood
His head in pity down to those
Whofe guilt confpires to fhed his blood.
His wide-extended arms I fee
Transfix'd with nails, and fasten'd to the tree:
Man, fenfeless man! canft thou look on,
Nor make thy Saviour's pains thy own?
rage of all thy grief exert,
Rend thy garments and thy heart:
Beat thy breaft, and grovel low,
Beneath the burden of thy woe;
Bleed through thy bowels, tear thy hairs,
Breathe gales of fighs, and weep a flood of tears.
Behold thy King, with purple cover'd round;
Not in the Tyrian tinctures dyed,
Nor dipt in poifon of Sidonian pride;
But in his own rich blood that ftreams from
Doft thou not fee the thorny circled red?
The guilty wreath that blushes round his head!
And with what rage the bloody fcourge applied
Curls round his limbs, and ploughs into his fide.
At fuch a fight let all thy anguifh rife;
Break up, break up the fountains of thy eyes.
Here bid thy tears in gushing torrents now,
Indulge thy grief, and give a loose to woe.
Weep from thy foul, till earth be drown'd;
Weep, till thy forrows drench the ground.
Canft thou, ungrateful man! his torments fee,
Nor drop a tear for him, who pours his blood
§ 94. A Funeral Hymn. Mallet.
YE midnight fhades, o'er nature fpread!
Dumb filence of the dreary hour!
In honour of th' approaching dead,
Around your awful terrors pour.
Yes, pour around
On this pale ground
Through all this deep furrounding gloom,
The fober thought,
The tear untaught,
Those meetest mourners at a tomb.
Lo! as the furplic'd train drew near
To this laft manfion of mankind,
The flow fad bell, the fable bier,
In holy mufing wrapt the mind!
And while their beam,
With trembling fream,
Attending tapers faintly dart;
Each mould'ring bone,
Each fculptur'd ftone,
Strikes mute inftruction to the heart!
Now let the facred organ blow,
With folemn paufe, and founding flow;
Now let the voice due measure keep,
In ftrains that figh, and words that weep;
Till all the vocal current blended roll,
Not to deprefs, but lift the foaring foul:
To lift it in the Maker's praise,
Who first inform'd our frame with breat
And, after fome few stormy days,
Now, gracious, gives us o'er to death.
No King of Fears
Who fhuts the fcene of human woes.
Beneath his fhade
The dead alone find true repose.
Then, while we mingle duft with duft,
To One, fupremely good and wife,
Raife hallelujahs! God is juft,
And man most happy when he dies!
His winter paft,
Fair Spring at laft
Receives him on her flow'ry fhore!
Where pleasure's rofe
And fin and forrow are no more!
§ 95. Veni Creator Spiritus, paraphrased.
The world's foundations firft were laid,
CREATOR Spirit, by whofe aid
Come vifit ev'ry pious mind;
From fin and forrow fet us free,
Come pour thy joys on human kind.
And make thy temples worthy thee.
O fource of uncreated light,
The Father's promis'd Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love infpire;
Come, and thy facred unction bring
To fanctify us, while we fing.
Plenteous of grace, defcend from high,
Rich in thy fevenfold energy!
Thou ftrength of his Almighty hand,
Whofe pow'r does heaven and earth comma
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who doft the gift of tongues difpenfe,
And crown thy gift with eloquence!
Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts!
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the fenfes to the foul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
Chafe from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow,
And, left our feet thould step aftray,
Protect and guide us in the way.
Left lurking Folly, with infidious art,
Regain my volatile inconftant heart!
Shall every high refolve Devotion frames
Be only lifelefs founds and fpecious names?
Oh rather, while thy hopes and fears controul,
In this still hour, each motion of my foul,
Secures its fafety by a fudden doom,
And be the foft retreat of fleep my tomb!
Calm let me flumber in that dark repose,
Till the last morn its orient beam disclose:
Then, when the great archangel's potent found
Shall echo thro' creation's ample round,
Wak'd from the fleep of death, with joy furvey
The opening splendours of eternal day,
§ 96. On True Notality. Dryden's Juvenal.
NOBILITY of blood
Is but a glittering and fallacious good.
The Nobleman is he, whofe noble mind [kind.
Is filled with inbred worth, unborrow'd from his
Virtue alone is true nobility:
Let your own acts immortalize your name,
'Tis poor relying on another's fame :
For take the pillars but away, and all
The fupertructure mult in ruins fall;
As a vine droops, when by divorce remov'd
From the embraces of the elm the lov’d.
97. A Night Piece. Mifs Carter.
WELLE night in folemn fhade invefts the pole,
And can reflection fooths the penfive foul,
While reafon undisturb'd afferts her fway,
And life's deceitful colours fade away;
To thee! all-conscious Prefence! I devote
This peaceful interval of fober thought:
Here all my better faculties confine;
And be this hour of facred filence thine!
If, by the day's illufive fcenes mifled,
My erring foul from virtue's path has ftray'd;
Saar'd by example, or by paffion warm'd,
Some faife delight my giddy fenfe has charm'd;
Mycalmerthoughtsthe wretched choice reprove,
And my best hopes are center'd in thy love.
Deprived of this can life one joy afford?
Its utmost boat a vain unmeaning word,
But, ah! how oft my lawless paffions rove,
And break thofe awful precepts I approve!
Purtue the fatal impulfe I abhor,
And violate the virtue I adore !
Oft when thy better Spirit's guardian care
Wara'd myfond foul tofhun the tempting fnare,
My tubborn will his gentle aid reprefs'd,
And check'd the rifing goodness in my breaft;
Mad with rain hopes, or urg'd by false defires,
Sti'd his foft voice, and quench'd hisfacredfires.
With grief opprefs'd,and proftrate in the duft,
Shouldft thou condemn, I own thy fentence just.
But, oh! thy fofter titles let me claim,
And picad my caufe by Mercy's gentle name.
Mercy that wipes the penitential tear,
And dipates the horrors of despair;
From righteous juftice steals the vengeful hour,
Softens the dreadful attribute of pow'r,
Difarms the wrath of an offended God,
And feals my pardon in a Saviour's blood!
All powerful Grace, exert thy gentle fway,
And teach my rebel paffions to obey;
$98. Ode to Melancholy. Carter.
COME, Melancholy! filent pow'r,
Companion of my lonely hour,
To fober thought confin'd !
Thou fweetly fad ideal guest,
In all thy foothing charms confeft,
Indulge my penfive mind.
No longer wildly hurried through
The tides of mirth, that ebb and flow
In folly's noify stream,
I from the bufy crowd retire,
To court the objects that inspire
Thy philofophic dream."
Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yewo
With folitary fteps I mufe,
By thy direction led:
Here, cold to pleasures tempting forms
Confociate with my fifter worms,
ye midnight horrors, awful gloom!
And mingle with the dead.
Ye filent regions of the tomb,
Here fhall my weary eyes be clos'd,
My future peaceful bed;
And ev'ry forrow lie repos'd
In death's refreshing shade.
Ye pale inhabitants of night,
Before my intellectual fight
In folemn pomp ascend:
O tell how trifling now appears
The train of idle hopes and fears,
That varying life attend!
Ye faithlefs idols of our sense,
Here own how vain the fond pretence,
Ye empty names of joy!
Your tranfient forms like thadows pafs,
Frail offspring of the magic glass,
Before the mental eye.
The dazzling colours, falfely bright,
Attract the gazing vulgar fight
With fuperficial state:
How ftripp'd of all its pomp, how rude
Thro' reafon's clearer optics view'd,
Appears the painted cheat!
Can wild ambition's tyrant pow'r,
Or ill got wealth's fuperfluous ftore
The dread of death controul?
Can pleafure's more bewitching charms
Avert or footh the dire alarms
That shake the parting foul?
Religion! ere the hand of Fate
Shall make reflection plead too late,
My erring fenfes teach,
Amidft the flatt'ring hopes of youth,
To meditate the folemn truth
Thefe awful relics preach.
Thy penetrating beams difperfe
The mist of error, whence our fears
Derive their fatal fpring:
'Tis thine the trembling heart to warm,
And foften to an angel form
The pale terrific king.
When, funk by guilt in fad defpair,
Repentance breathes her humble pray 'r,
And owns thy threat'nings juft;
Thy voice the thudd'ring fuppliant cheers,
With mercy calms her torturing fears,
And lifts her from the duft.
Sublim'd by thee, the foul afpires
Beyond the range of low defires,
In nobler views elate:
Unmov'd her diftant change furveys,
And, arm'd by faith, intrepid pays
The univerfal debt.
In death's foft flumber lull'd to rest,
She fleeps by fmiling visions blest,
That gently whifper peace;
Till the latt morn's fair op'ning ray
Unfolds the bright eternal day
Of active life and blifs,
§ 99. Written at Midnight in a Thunder
LET Coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,
To fhelt'ring caverns fly,
And justly dread the vengeful fate
That thunders through the sky.
Protected by that hand, whofe law
The threat'ning storms obey,
Intrepid virtue fmiles fecure,
As in the blaze of day.
In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom,
The lightning's lurid glare,
It views the fame all-gracious Pow'r
That breathes the vernal air.
Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene,
By different ways purfued,
The one eternal end of Heav'n
Is univerfal good:
With like beneficent effect
O'er flaming æther glows,
As when it tunes the linnet's voice,
Or blushes in the rofe.
By reafon taught to fcorn thofe fears
That vulgar minds molest.
Let no fantaftic terrors break
My dear Narcissa's reft.
The Vanity of Human Wishes.
In Imitation of the Tenth Satire of Juvenal LET obfervation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager ftrife And watch the bufy fcenes of crowded life Then lay how hope and fear, defire and ha O'erfpread with fiares the clouded maze of Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent' pride
To tread the dreary paths without a guide As treach'rous phantoms in the mitt delu Shuns fancied ills, or chafes airy good: How rarely reafon guides the stubborn cho Rules the bold hand, or prompts the fupp
How nations fink by darling fchemes oppr When vengeance liftens to the fool's requ Fate wings with ev'ry with th' afflictive da Each gift of nature, and each grace of art With fatal heat impeteous courage glows, With fatal sweetness elocution flows? Impeachment ftopsthespeaker's powerfulbr And reftiefs fire precipitates on death.
+ But, fcarce obferv'd, the knowing and Fall in the gen'ral maffacre of gold; Wide-wafting peft! that rages unconfin'd And crowds with crimes therecordsof mank For gold his fword the hireling ruffian dra For gold the hireling judge diftorts the la Wealth heap'd on wealth nor truth nor fa The dangers gather as the treafures rise. [
Let hit'ry tell, where rival kings comma And dubious title fhakes the madden'd la When ftatutes glean the refuse of the fwo How much more fafe the vaffal than the l Low fcuiks the hind beneath the rage of p And leaves the wealthy traitor in the To Untouch'd his cottage, and his flumbers fo Tho' confifcation's vultures hover round
The needy traveller, ferene and gay, Walks the wild heath, and fings his toil a Does envy feize thee? cruth th upbraidin Increase his riches, and his peace destroy. New fears in dire viciilitude invade, The ruftling break alarms,and quiv`ring f Nor light nor darknefs brings his pain rel One fhews the plunder, and one hides the
Yet fill one gen'ral cry the skies affails,
And gun and grandeur load the tainted gales;
Few know the toiling fateiman's fear or care,
Ta' infidious rival and the gaping heir.
Once more, Deinocritus, arile on earth,
With cheerful witdom and inftructive mirth,
See motley life in modern trappings dreit,
And feed with varied fools th' eternal jeft :
Thou who could't laugh where want enchain'd
Turn'd by his nod the stream of honour flows,
His fmile alone fecurity beltows:
Still to new heights his reftlefs withes tow'r;
Claim leads to claim, and pow'r advances pow't;
Till conqueft unrefifted ceas'd to pleafe,
And rights fubmitted left him none to seize.
At length his fovereign frowns-the train of itate
Mark the keen glance, and watch the fign to hate.
Where'er he turns he meets a stranger's eye,
His fuppliants fcorn him, and his followers fly:
Now drops at once the pride of awful itate,
The golden canopy, the glitt ring plate,
The liv'ried army, and the menial lord.
The regal palace, the luxurious board,
He feeks the refuge of monaftic reft.
With age, with cares, with maladies oppreft,
Grief aids difeafe, remember'd folly stings,
And his laft fighs reproach the faith of kings.
Speak thou, whofe thoughts at humble peace
Toil crush'd conceit, and man was of a piece;
Where wealth anlov'd without a mourner died;
And icarce a tycophant was fed by pride;
Where ne er was known the form of mock debate,
Or feen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state;
Where change of fav'ritesmade nochangeoflaws,
And fenates heard before they judg'd a caufe;
How wouldst thou fhake at Britain's modifh tribe,
Dart the quick taunt and edge the piercing gibe?
Attentive, truth and nature to delcry,
And pierce each scene with philofophic eye,
To thee were folemn toys or empty fhow,
The robes of pleature and the veils of woe:
All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain,
Whote jays are caulelefs, or whofe griefs are vain.
Such was the fcorn that fill'd the fage's mind,
Renew'd at every glance on human kind;
How just that com ere yet thy voice declare,
Search every fate, and canvaís ev'ry pray'r.
↑ Unnumber'd fuppliants crowd Preferment's
Shall Wolfey's wealthwith Wolfey's end be thine?
Or liv'st thou now, with fafer pride content,
The wisest justice on the banks of Trent!
For why did Wolfey, near the fteeps of fate,
On weak foundations raife th' enormous weight?
Why but to fink, beneath misfortune's blow,
With louder ruin to the gulphs below?
What gave great Villiers to th' aflaffin's knife,
And fix'd difeafe on Harley's closing life?
What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd
A thirst for wealth, and burning to be great;
Delufive Fortune hears th' inceffant call,
They mount, they thine, evaporate, and fall.
On ev'ry itage the foes of peace attend,
Hate dogs their fight, and infult mocks their end.
Love ends with hope,the finking ftatefman's door
Pours in the morning worshipper no more;
For growing names the weekly fcribbler lies,
To growing wealth the dedicator flies;
From ev'ry room defcends the painted face,.
That hung the bright palladium of the place,
And imok'd in kitchens, or in auctions fold,
To better features yields the frame of gold;
For now no more we trace in ev'ry line
Heroic worth, benevolence divine:
The form diforted juftifies the fall,
And detection rids th' indignant wall.
But will not Britain hear the last appeal,
Sign her foes doom, or guard her fav rites zeal?
Thro Freedomsions no more remonftrance rings,
Degrading nobles and controuling kings;
Our fupple tribes reprefs their patriot throats,
And a no queftions but the price of votes,
With weekly libels and feptennial ale,
Their with is full to riot and to rail.
If bloom dignity, fee Wolfey ftand,
Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand:
To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs con-
Thro has the rays of regal bounty thine; [fign,
By kings protected, and to king's ally'd?
What but their with indulg'd in courts to shine,
And pow'r too great to keep, or to resign?
When firft the college rolls receive his name,
The young enthufiaft quits his ease for fame;
Refiftlefs burns the fever of renown,
Caught from the strong contagion of the gown:
O'er Bodley's dome his future labours spread,
And Bacon's mansion trembles o'er his head.
Are thefe thy views? proceed, illuftrious youth,
And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth!
Yet fhould thy foul indulge the gen'rous heat,
Till captive Science yields her last retreat;
Should Reafon guide thee with her brightest ray,
And pour on mifty Doubt resistless day:
Should no false kindness lure to loose delight,
Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright;
And Sloth effufe her opiate fumes in vain;
Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart,
Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart;
Should no Difeafe thy torpid veins invade,
Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy fhade;
Yet hope not life from grief or danger free,
Nor think the doom of man revers`d for thee :
Deign on the paffing world to turn thine eyes,
And paufe a while from learning, to be wife:
There mark what ills the fcholar's life affail,
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail."
+ Ver. 28-55. ↑ Ver. 56--107. § Ver. 108-113.
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