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It is a dreadful pleasing sight!

No air of breath disturbs the drowzy woods, The flowers attract, the arms affright;

No whispers murmur from the silent floods ! The flowers with lively beauty bloom,

The Moon sheds down a silver-streaming light, The arms denounce an instant doom.

And glads the melancholic face of night : Thus, when the Britons in array

Now clouds swift-skimming veil her sullied ray, Their ensigns to the Sun display,

Now bright she blazes with a fuller day! In the saine flag are lilies shown,

The stars in order twinkle in the skies, And angry lions sternly frown;

And fall in silence, and in silence rise: On high the glittering standard flies,

Till, as a giant strong, a bridegroom gay,
And conquers all things like your eyes

The Sun springs dancing through the gates of day:
He shakes his dewy locks, and hurls his beams
O'er the proud hills, and down the glowing streams:
His fiery coursers bound above the main,

And whirl the car along th' etherial plain :
PART OF THE XXXVIIITH AND XXXIXTH CHAPTERS OF The fiery coursers and the car display

A stream of glory, and a flood of day.
Did e'er thy eye descend into the deep,
Or hast thou seen where infant tempests sleep?

Was e'er the grave, or regions of the night,
Now from the splendours of his bright abode Yet trod by thee, or open'd to thy sight?
On wings of all the winds th’ Almighty rode, Has Death disclos'd to thee her gloomy state,
And the loud voice of thunder spoke the God. The ghastly forms, the various woes that wait
Cherubs and seraphs from celestial bowers, In terrible array before her awful gate?
Ten thousand thousand ! bright ethereal powers! Kpow'st thou where Darkness bears eternal sway,
Ministrant round, their radiant files unfold, Or where the source of everlasting day?
Arm'd in eternal adamant, and gold !

Say, why the thriving hail with rushing sound
Whirlwinds and thundrous storms his chariot drew Pours from on high, and rattles on the ground?
Tween worlds and worlds, triumphant as it flew: Why hover snows, down-wavering by degrees,
He stretch'd his dark pavilion o'er the floods, Shine from the hills, or glitter from the trees?
Bade hills subside, and rein'd th' obedient clouds; Say, why, in lucid drops, the balmy rain
Then from his awful gloom the godhead spoke, With sparklings gems impearls the spangled plain?
And at his voice affrighted Nature shook.

Or, gathering in the vale, a current flows,
Vain man! who boldly with dim Reason's ray

And on each flower a sudden spring bestows? Vies with his God, and rivals his full day!

Say, why with gentle sighs the evening breeze " But tell me now, say how this beauteous frame

Salutes the flowers, or murmurs through the trees? Of all things, from the womb of nothing came;

Or why loud winds in storms of vengeance fly, When Nature's I ord, with one almighty call,

Howl o'er the main, and thunder in the sky? From no-where rais'd the world's capacious ball?

Say, to what wondrous magazines repair
Say if thy hand directs the various rounds

The vicwless beings, when serene the air?
Of the vast Earth, and circumscribes the bounds ? Till, from their dungeons loos’d, they roar aloud,
How orbs oppos’d to orbs amid the sky,

Upturn whole oceans, and toss cloud on cloud,
In concert move, and dance in harmony?

While waves encountering waves, in mountains What wondrous pillars their foundations bear

driv'n When hung self-balanc'd in the fluid air?

Swell to the starry vault, and dash the Heaven. Why the vast tides sometimes with wanton play

Know'st thou, why comets threaten in the air, la shining mazes gentiy glide away;

Heralds of woe, dertruction, and despair, Anon, why swelling with impetuous stores

The plague, the sword, and all the forms of war? Tumultuous tumbling, thunder to the shores;

On ruddy wings why forky lightning flies, By thy command does fair Aurora rise,

And rolling thunder grumbles in the skies? And gild with purple beams the blushing skies;

Say, can thy voice, when sultry Sirius reigns, The warbling lark salutes her chearful ray,

And suns intensely glowing cleave the plains, And welcomes with his song the rising day;

Th’exhausted urns of thirsty springs supply, The rising day ambrosial dew distils,

And mitigate the fever of the sky? Th’ ambrosial dew with balmy odour fills

Or, when the heavens are charg'd with gloomy The flowers, the flowers rejoice, and Nature smiles.

And half the skies precipitate in floods, (clouds, Why Night, in sable rob'd, as day-light fades,

Chase the dark horrour of the storm away, O'er half the nations draws her awful shades;

Restrain the deluge, and restore the day? Now peaceful Nature lies diffus'd in ease;

By thee doth Summer deck herself with charms, . A solemn stillness reigns o'er land and seas.

Or hoary Winter lock his frozen arms? Sleep sheus o'er all his balm: to sleep resign’d,

Say, if thy hand instruct the rose to glow,
Birds, beasts lie hush'd, and busy human-kind.

Or to the lily give unsullied snow?
Teach fruits to knit from blossoms by degrees,

Swell into orbs, and load the bending trees,
* But tell me, mortal, when th’ Almighty said,

Be made, ye worlds!" how worlds at once were The fowl, the fishes, to repose resign'd,
When hosts of angels wrapt in wonder sung (made; All, all lie hush’d, and busy human-kind.
His praise, as order frorn disorder sprung?
No more the monsters of the desert roar,

The fainting murmur dies upon the floods,
Doubling the terrous of the midnight hour.

And sigbing breezes lull the drowzy woods.
• Now bright she blazes, and supplies the day.

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Whose various kinds a various hue unfold,

Come, blissful mourner, wisely sad,
With crimson blusb, or burnish into gold?

In sorrow's garb, in sable clad,
Say, why the Sun arrays with shining dyes Henceforth, thou, Care, my hours employ!
The gaudy bow, that gilds the gloomy skies? Sorrow, be thou henceforth my joy!
He from his urn pours forth his golden streams, By tombs where sullen spirits stalk,
And humid clouds imbibe the glittering beams ; Familiar with the dead I walk;
Sweetly the varying colours fade or rise,

While to my sighs and groans by turns,
And the vast arch embraces half the skies.

From graves the inidnight Feho mournis.
Say, didst thou give the mighty seas their bars,
Fill air with fowl, or light up Heaven with stars,

Open thy marble jaws, 0 Tomb,
Whose thousand times ten thousand lamps display

Though earth conceal me in thy womb ! A friendly radiance, mingling ray with ray?

And you, ye worms, this frame confound, Say, canst thou rule the coursers of the Sun,

Ye brother reptiles of the ground !. Or lash the lazy sign, Boötes, on?

O life, frail offspring of a day! Dost thou instruct the eagle how to fly,

"Tis puff’d with one short gasp away!
To mount the viewless winds, and tower the sky? Swift as the short-liv'd flower it flies,
On sounding pinions borne, he soars, and shrouds It springs, it blooms, it fades, it dies.
His proud aspiring head among the clouds ;

With cries we usher in our birth;
Strong-pounc'd, and fierce, he darts upon his prey, With groans resign our transient breath:
He sails in triumph through th' ethereal way, While round, stern ministers of Fate,
Bears on the Sun, and basks in open day.

Pain, and Disease, and Sorrow wait.
Does the dread king, and terrour of the wood,

While childhood reigns, the sportive boy The lion, from thy hand expect his food?

Learns only prettily to toy ; Stang with keen hunger from his den he comes,

And, while he roves from play to play, Ranges the plains, and o'er the forest roams :

The wanton trifles life away. ' He snutts the track of beasts, he fiercely roars, Doubling the horrors of the midnight hours:

When to the noon of life we rise, With sullen majesty lie stalks away,

The man grows elegant in vice; And the rocks tremble while he seeks his prey :

To glorious guilt in courts he climbs, Dreadful he grins, he rends the savage brood

Vilely judicious in his crimes.
With unsheath'd paws, and churns the spouting when youth and strength in age are lost,

Man seems already half a ghost;
Dost thou with thunder arm the generous horse, Wither'd, and wan, to earth he bows,
Add nervous limbs, or swiftness for the course? A walking hospital of woes.
Fleet as the wind, he shoots along the plain, Oh! Happiness, thou empty name!
And knows no check, nor hears the curbing rein; Say, art thou bought by gold or Fame?
His fiery eye-balls, formidably bright,

What art thou, Gold, but shining earth?
Dart a fierce glory, and a dreadful light:

Thou, common Fame, but common breath?
Pleas'd with the clank of arins, and trumpets' sound, If Virtue contradict the voice
He bounds, and, prancing, paws the trembling ground; of public Fame, applause is noise ;
He snuffs the promis'd battle from afar, (war: Evin victors are by conquest curst,
Neighs at the captains, shouts, and thunder of the

The bravest warrior is the worst.
Rous'd with the noble din and martial sight,
He pants with turnults of severe delight:

Look round on all that man below
His sprightly blood an even course disdains,

Idly calls great, and all is show! Pours from his heart, and charges in his veins ;

All, to the coffin from our birth, He braves the spear, and mocks the twanging bow,

In this vast toy-shop of the Earth.
Demands the fight, and rushes on the foe. Come then, O friend of virtuous woe,

With solemn pace, demure, and slow :
Lo! sad and serious, I pursue

Thy steps... adieu, vain world, adieu !



A PASTORAL. Apie vain mirth, and noisy joys!

THEY SING THE DIFFERENT SUCCESS AND ABSENCE OP Ye gay desires, deluding toys! Thou, thoughtful Melancholy, deign To hide me in thy pensive train!

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE If by the fall of murmuring floods,

Where awful shades embrown the woods,

Or if, where winds in caverns groan,
Thou wanderest silent and alone;

Sylvæ sunt consule dignæ.




VARIATION. He mocks the beating storms and wintery showers, How calm the evening! see the falling day Making night bideous, as he sternly roars.. Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray!








In gentle sighs the softly whispering breeze
Salutes the flowers, and waves the trembling trees; With a feign'd passion, she I love, beguiles,
Hark! the night-warbler, from yon vocal boughs, And, gayly false, the dear dissembler smiles;
Glads every ralley with melodious woes !

But let her still those blest deceits employ,
Swift through the air her rounds the swallow takes, Still may she feign, and cheat me into joy!
Or sportive skims the level of the lakes.
The timorous deer, swift-starting as they graze, On yonder bank the yielding nymph reclin'd,
Bound off in crowds, then turn again, and gaze. Gods! how transported I, and she how kind !
See! how yon swans, with snowy pride elate, There rise, ye flowers, and there your pride display,
Arch their high necks, and sail along in state ! There shed your odours where the fair one lay!
Thy frisking Hocks safe-wandering crop the plain,
And the glad season claims a gladsome strain.

Once, as my fair one in the rosy bower BeginYe echoes listen to the song, And, with its sweetness pleas'd, each note prolong! Soft I approach'd, and, raptur'd with the bliss,

In gentle slumbers pass'd the noon-tide hour,

At leisure gaz'd, then stole a silent kiss : Sing, Muse~and oh! may Townshend deign to view She wak’d; when conscious smiles, but ill represt, What the Muse sings, to Townshend this is due ! Spoke no disdain ! - Was ever swain so blest? Who, carrying with him all the world admires, From all the world illustriously retires;

With fragrant apples from the bending bough And, calmly wandering in his Rainham, roves

In sport my charmer gave her swain a blow : By lake, or spring, by thicket, lawn, or groves;

The fair offender, of niy wrath afraid, Where verdant hills, or vales, where fountains stray, Pled, till I seiz'd and kiss'd the blooming maid: Charm every thought of idle pomp away;

She smil'd, and vow'd if thus her crimes I pay, l'nenvy'd views the splendid tvils of state, She would offend a thousand times a day! In private happy, as in public great. Thus godlike Scipio, on whose cares reclin'd

O'er the steep mountain, and the pathless mead, The burthen and repose of half mankind,

From my embrace the lovely scorner fed; Left to the vain their pomp, and calmly stray'd,

Rut, stumbling in the fight, by chance she fell: The world forgot, beneath the laurel shade;

W--but what her lover will not tell!
Nor longer would be great, but void of strife,
Clos'd in soft peace his eve of glorious life.

From me my fair one fled, dissembling play,
Feed round, my goats; ye sheep, in safety graze; And in the dark conceal'd the wanton lay;
Ye winds, breathe gently while I tune my lays.

But laugh'd, and show'd by the directing sound
The joyous Spring draws nigh! ambrosial showers She only hid, in secret to be found.
Unbind the earth, the eaith unbinds the flowers,
The flowers blow sweet, the datlordils uniold

Far hence to happier climes Belinda strays, The spreading glories of their blooming gold.

But in my breast her lovely image stays;

Oh! to these plains again, bright nymph, repair, As the gay hours advance, the blossoms shoot, Or from my breast far hence thy image bear! The knitting blossoms harden into fruit; And as the Autumn by degrees ensues,

Come, Delia, come! till Delia bless these seats, The mellowing fruits display their streaky hues. Hide me, ye groves, within your dark retreats!

In hollow groans, ye winds, around me blow! When the winds whistle, and the tempest roars,

Ye bubbling fountains, murmur to my woe!
When foaming billows lash the sounding shores,
The bloomy beauties of the pastures die,

Where'er Belinda roves, ye Zephyrs, play!
And in gay heaps of fragrant ruin lie.

Where'er she treads, ye Rowers, adorn the way! DAPHNIS.

From sultry suns, ye groves, my charmer keep! Serere the storms! when shuddering Winter binds Ye bubbling fountains, murmur her to sleep! The earth! but Winter yields to vernal winds. Oh! Love, thy rigour my whole life deforms, If streams smooth-wandering, Delia, yield delight; More cold than Winter, more severe than storms! If the gay rose, or lily, please thy sight;

Smooth streams here wander, here the roses glor, Sweet is the Spring, and gay the Summer hours,

Here the proud lilies rise to shade thy brow !
When balmy odours breathe froin painted flowers ;
But neither sweet the Spring, nor Summer gay, Aid me, ye Muses, while I loud proclain
When she I love, my charmer, is away.

What love inspires, and sing Relinda's name :

Waft it, ve breczos, to the hills around; To savage rocks, through bleak inclement skies, And sport, ye echoes, with the favourite sound. Deaf as those rocks, from me my fair one fies : Oh! virgin, cease to fly! th’inclement air (spare! | Thy name, my Delia, shall improve my song, May hurt thy charms!--but thou hast charms to The pleasing labour of my ravish'd tongue : LYCIDAS.

Her name to Heuen propitious Zephyrs bear, I love, and ever shall my love remain,

And breathe it to her kindred angels there!
The fairest, kindest virgin of the plain;
With equal passion her soft bosoin glows,

But see! the Night displays her starry train, Feels the sweet pains, and shares the heavenly woes. I'Soft silver dews iinpeari the glittering plain; VOL XII.













An awful horrour fills the gloomy woods,

AN EPISTLE And bluish mists rise from the smoking floods: TO MY FRIEND MR. ELIJAH FENTON, AUTHOR OF Haste, Daphnis, haste to fold thy woolly care,

MARIAMNE, A TRAGEDY. The deepening shades imbrown th’unwholesome air.

1726. Why

Hy art thou so slow to strike th' harmonious
Averse to sing, who know'st to sing so well? (shell,

If thy proud Muse the tragic buskin wears,
THE FIRST ODE OF HORACE, Great Sophocles revives and re-appears;

While, regularly bold, she nobly sings

Strains worthy to detain the ears of kings,
MÆcenas, whose high lineage springs

If by thy hand th’ Homeric' lyre be sttung, From a long race of ancient kings,

The lyre returns such gounds as Homer sung. Patron and friend! thy honour'd name

The kind compulsion of a friend obey, At once is my defence and fame.

And, though reluctant, swell the lofty lay; (sound,

Then listening groves once more shall catch the There are, who with fond transport praise While Grecian Muses sing on British ground. The chariot thundering in the race;

Thus calm and silent thy own Proteus? roves Where conquest won, and palms bestow'd,

Through pearly mazes, and through coral groves; Lift the proud mortal to a god.

But when, einerging from the azure main, The man who courts the people's voice,

Coercive bands th' unwilling God constrain, And doats on offices and noise ;

Then heaves his bosom with prophetic fires, (spires. Or they who till the peaceful fields,

And his tongue speaks sublime, what Heaven ins And reap what bounteous Nature yields,

Envy, 'tis true, with barbarous rage intades Unmov'd, the merchant's wealth behold,

What ev'n fierce lightning spares, the laurel shades; Nor hazard happiness for gold ;

And critics, biass'd by mistaken rules, Untempted by whole worlds of gain

Like Turkish zealots, reverence none but fools. To stem the billows of the main.

But praise from such injurious tongues is shame; The merchant, when the storm invades,

They rail the happy author into faine: Envies the quiet of the shades;

Thus Phæbus through the zodiac takes his way,

And rises amid monsters into day.
But soon relaunches from the shore,
Dreading the crime of being poor !

Oh vileness of mankind! when writing well

Becomes a crime, and danger to excel ! Some careless waste the mirthful day

While noble scorn, my friend, such insult sees, With generous wines, and wanton play,

And flies from towns to wilds, from mon to trees. Indulgent of the genjal hour,

Free from the lust of wealth, and giittering snares, By spring, or rill, or shade, or bower.

That make th' unhappy great in love with cares, Some hear with joy the clanging jar

Me humble joys in calm retirement please, Of trumpets, that alarm to war;

A silent happiness, and learned ease. While matrons tremble at the breath

Deny me grandeur, Heaven, but goodness grant ! That calls their sons to arrns and death.

A king is less illustrious than à saint:

Hail, holy Virtue! come, thou heavenly guest, The sportsman, train'd in storms, defies

Come, fix thy pleasing empire in my breast ! The chilling blast, and freezing skies:

3 Thou know'st her influence, friend! thy chearful Unmindful of his bride, in vain

Proclaims the innocence and peace within; (mies Soft beauty pleads! along the plain

Such joys as rione but sons of Virtue know, The stag he chases, or heguiles

Shine in thy face, and in thy bosom glow. The furious boar into his toils.

So when the holy mount the prophet trod, For you' the blooming ivy grows,

And talk'd familiar as a friend with God, Proud to adorn your learned brows;

Celestial radiance every feature shed, Patron of letters you arise,

And ambient glories dawn'd around his head. Grow to a god, and mount the skies.

Sure what th' unthinking great mistaken call Humbly in breezy shades I stray

Their happiness, is folly, folly all! Where Sylvans dance, and Satyrs play;

Like lofty mountains in the clouds they hide Contented to advance my claim,

Their haughty heads, but swell with barren pride; Only o'er men without a name;

And, while low vales in useful beauty lie, Transcribing what the Muses sing

Heave their proud naked summits to the sky. Harmonious to the pipe or string.

In honour, as in place, ye great, transcend !

An angel fall'n, degenerates to a fiend : But if indulgently you deign

Th’all-chearing Sun is honour'd with his shrines; To rank me with the Lyric train,

Not that he moves aloft, but that he shines.
Aloft the towering Muse shall rise
On bolder wings, and gain the skies.

· Mr. Fenton translated four books of the Odys.

2 See the story of Proteus, Odyssey, lib. 4,

translated by Mr. Fenton, • Haste, Lycidas, to fold, &c.

VARIATION : Te doctarum hederz, &c.

3 Thou feel'st her power, my friend, &c.




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Why flames the star on Walpole’s generous breast ? | Studious from ways of wicked men to keep, Not that he's highest, but because he's best; Who mock at vice, while grieving angels weep. Fond to oblige; in blessing others, blest.

Come, taste, my friend! the joys retirement brings, How wondrous few, by avarice uncontrol'd,

Look down on royal slaves, and pity kings. Hare virtue to subdue the thirst of gold!

More bappy! laid where trees with trees entwin'd The shining dirt the sordid wretch ensnares

In bovery arches tremble to the wind, To buy, with mighty treasures, mighty cares;

With innocence and shade like Adam blest, Blindly he courts, misguided by the wili,

While a new Eden opens in the breast ! * specious good, and meets a real ill :

Such were the scenes descending angels trod So when I'lysses plough'd the surgy main;

In guiltless days, when man convers'd with God. When now in view appear'd his native reigni,

Then shall my lyre to loftier sounds be strung, His wayward mates th' Æolları bag unbind,

Inspir'd by Homer", or what thou hast sung: Expecting treasures, but out rush'd a wind;

My Muse from thine shall catch a warmer ray; The sudden hurricane in thunder roars,

As clouds are brighten'd by the god of day. Butlets the bark, and whirls it from the shores. So trees unapt to bear, by art refind,

With shoots ennobled of a generous kind,
O Heaven! by what vain passions man is sway'd, High o'er the ground with fruits adopted rise,
Prond of his reason, by his will betray'd !

And lift their spreading honours to the skies.
Blindly he wanders in pursuit of Vice,
And hates confinement, thongh in Paradise ;
Doom'd, when enlarg'd, instead of Eden's bowers,
To rove in wilds, and gather thorns for flowers;
Between th' extremes, direct he sees the way,

Yet wilful swertes, perversely fond to stray!

BETWEEN À LADY AND HER LOOKING-GLASS, WHILE Whilst piggard souls indulge their craving thirst,

Rich without bounty, with abundance curst; The gay (phelia view'd her face
The Prodigal pursues expensive vice,

In the clear crystal of her glass;
And buys dishonotir at a mighty price;'

The lightning from her eye was fled, On beds of state the splendid glutton sleeps, Her cheek was pale, the roses dead. While starving Merit unregarded weeps:

Then thus Ophelia, with a frown :His ill-plac'd bounty, while scorn'd Virtue grieves,

“Art thou, false thing, perfidious grown A dog, a fawning sycophant, receives;

I never could have thought, I swear,
And cringing knaves, or haughty strumpets, share
What would make Sorrow sinile, and chear Despair. To find so great a slanderer there!
Then would'st thou steer where Fortune spreads Beaux vow I'm fair—who never lye.

“False thing! thy malice I defy !
the sails?

More brittle far than brittle thou, Go, flatter Vice! for seldom flattery fails:

Would every grace of wonan grow,
Soft through the ear the pleasing bane distils :

If charms so great so soou decay,
Delicious poison! in perfumes it kills!
P. all but virtuous: Oh! unwise to live

The bright possession of a day!

But this I know, and this declare, l'nfashionably good, and hope to thrive! Trees that aloft with proudest honours rise,

That thou art false, and I am fair." Root hell-ward, and thence flourish to the skies. The glass was vexed to be bely'd, O happier thou, my friend, with ease content,

And thus with angry tone reply'd :
Blest with the conscience of a life well-spent!. No more to me of falsehood talk,
Nor would'st be great; but guide thy gather'd sails,

Buè leave your oatmeal and your chalk!
Safe by the shore, nor tempt the rougher gales; 'Tis true, you're meagre, pale, and wan;
For sure, of all that feel the wound of Fate, The reason is, you're sick for man.”
None are completely wretched but the great: While yet it spoke, Ophelia frown'd
Superior woes, superior stations bring ;

And dash'd th' offender to the ground;
A peasant sleeps, while cares awake a king; With fury from her arm it fled,
Who reigns, must suffer! crowns, with gems inlaid, And round a glittering ruin spread;
At once adorn and load the royal head :

When lo! the parts pale looks disclose,
Change but the scene, and kings in dust decay, Pale looks in every fragment rose ;
Swept from the Farth, the pageants of a day; Around the room instead of one,
There no distinctions on the dead await,

An hundred pale Ophelias shone ;
But pompous graves, and rottenness in'state.

Away the frighted virgin fiew,
Such row are all that shone on Earth before; And, humbled, from herself withdrew.
Cæsar and mighty Mariborough are no more

Unhallow'd feet o'er awful Tully tread,
And Hyde and Plato join the valgar dead;

Ye beaux, who tempt the fair and young, And all the glorious aims that can employ

With snuff, and nonsense, dance, and song ; The soul of mortals, must with Hanmer die:

Ye men of compliment and lace! O Compton, when this breath we once resign,

Behold this image in the glass : My dust shall be as eloquent as thine !

The wondrous force of fattery prove, Till that last hour which calls me hence away. To cheat fond virgins into love: To pay that great arrear which all must pay; Oh! may I tread the paths which saints have trod, 4 Dr. Broome translated eight books of tho Who knew they walk'd before tb' all-seeing God! Odyssey


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