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Her thus immers'd in anxious thoughts profound" Contempt of order, manners profligate, [state.
Whenas the knight perceiv'd, he nearer drew,
To weet what bitter bale did her astound,
And whence th' occafion of her anguish grew;
For that right noble matron well he knew,
And many perils huge and labours fore
Had for her fake endur'd, her vaffal true,
Train'd in her love, and practis'd evermore
Her honour to refpect, and reverence her lore.
"O decreft Drad !" he cried, "fair Island Queen!
"Mother of heroes! Emprefs of the main !
"What means that ftormy brow of troublous" And ftand my fons herein from cenfure clear?
[train" Have they confider'd well and underflood
"Sith heaven-born Peace, with all her fmiling" The ufe and import of thofe bleffings det
"Of Sciences and Arts, adorns thy reign "Which the great Lord of Nature hath befow'd
"With wealth and knowledge, fplendour and As well to prove as to reward the good?
[plain! Whence are thefe torrents then, thefe billowy
Each port how throng'd! how fruitful ev'ry" Of vice, in which as in his proper flood [feas
"How blithe the country! and how gay the "The fell Leviathan licentious plays,
"And upon fhipwreck'd Faith and finking Vir-
"tue preys?

"The fymptoms of a foul, difeas'd and bloated
"Ev'n Wit and Genius, with their learned train
"Of Arts and Mufes, tho' from heav'n above
"Defcended, when their talents they profane
"To varoifh foily, kindle wanton love,
“And aid eccentric fceptic pride to rove
"Bevond celeftial truth's attractive sphere,
"This moral fyftem's central fun, aye prove
"To their fond votaries a curfe fevere,
"And only make mankind more obftinately err.

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"While Liberty fecures and heightens ev'ry


"The health and fickness of the common weal "The maladies you cause yourselves must heal. "In vain to the unthinking harden'd crowd

Awaken'd from her trance of penfive wo By thefe fair flatt'ring words, the rais'd her head," Upon your vital influences wait And bending on the knight her frowning brow, "Mock'st thou my forrows, Fairy Son" fhe faid; "Or is thy judgment by thy heart misled "To deem that certain which thy hopes fuggeft:"Will truth and reafon make their juft appeal, "To deem them full of life and luftihead + "In vain will facred wifdom cry aloud, [blood. "Whofe cheeks in Hebe's vivid tints are drefs'd," And juftice drench in vain her vengeful sword in "And with joy's careless mien and dimpled With you must reformation first take place: "fimiles imprefs'd! "You are the head, the intellectual mind "Of this vaft body politic, whofe bafe

Thy unfufpecting heart how nobly good

"I know, how fanguine in thy country's caufe," And vulgar limbs to drudgery confign'd, "And mark'd thy virtue fingly how it stood "All the rich ftores of fcience have refign'd "Th' affaults of mighty cuftom, which o'erawes" To you, that, by the craftsman's various toil, "The faint and tim'rons mind, and oft withdraws" The fea-worn mariner and fweating hind, "From Reafon's lore th' ambitious and the vain, By the fweet hure of popular applaufe, "Against their better knowledge to maintain "The lawless throne of Vice or Folly's childish "" reign.


"In peace and affluence maintain'd, the while "You for yourfelves and them may drefs the "mental foil.

"How vaft his influence, how wide his fway,
Thyfelf erewhile by proof didft understand,
"And faw't, as thro' his realms thou took 'ft thy

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"How vice and folly had o'erfpread the land:
"And canft thou then, O Fairy Son! demand
"The reafon of my wo? or hope to cafe
"The throbbings of my heart with fpeeches bland,
"And words more apt my forrows to increafe,
"The once-dear names of wealth, and liberty,
"and peace?

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"With friendly voice I call and honeft zeal;

"Peace, wealth, and liberty that noblest boon,
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Bethink you then, my children! of the trust "In you repos'd; ne let your heaven-born mind "Contume in pleasure or unactive ruft, "But nobly roufe you to the talk affign'd, "The godlike talk, to teach and mend mankind! Learn, that ye may inftruct: to virtue lead "Yourfelves the way; the herd will crowd be


"And gather precepts from each worthy deed:
Example is a leflon that all men can read.
“But if (to all or most I do not speak)
"In vain and fenfual habits now grown old
"The ftrong Circæan charm you cannot break,
"Nor reaffume at will your native mould ‡,
"Yet envy not the ftate you could not hold,
"And take compaffion on the rifing age;

In them redeem your errors manifold,
"And by due difcipline and nurture fage
“In virtue's lore betimes your docile fons engage

"And thence abus'd, but ferve to furnish food
"For riot and debauch, and fire the blood
With high-fpiced luxury, whence ftrife, debate," You chiefly who like me in fecret mourn
"Ambition, envy, Faction's vip'rous brood, "The prevalence of cuftom lewd and vain,
+ Luftihead, strong health, vigour.

* Sith, fince.

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And you who tho' by the rude torrent borne Unwillingly along, you yield with pain To his behefts, and act what you difdain, "Yet nourish in your hearts the gen'rous love "Of piety and truth, no more restrain "The manly zeal, but all your finews move "The prefent to reclaim, the future race im66 prove.

"Fftfcons by your joint efforts fhall be quell'd "Yon haughty giant, who fo proudly sways "A fceptre by repute alone upheld, "Who where he cannot dictate straight obeys: "Accuftom'd to conform his flatt'ring phrale "To numbers and hight-plac'd authority "Your party he will join, your maxims praife, And, drawing after all his menial fry,

Soon teach the gen'ral voice your act to ratify. "Ne for th' atchievement of this great emprize "The want of means or counsel may ye dread; From my twin-daughters' fruitful wombs fhal! “A race of letter'd fages deeply read [rife In learning's various writ, by whom vled "Thro' each well-cultur'd plot, each beauteous “grove,

"Where antic wifdom whilom wont to tread, "With mingled glue and profit may ye rove, "And cull each virtuous plant, each tree of “knowledge prove. "Yourselves with virtue thus and knowledge "fraught,

"Of what in ancient days of good or great "Hiftorians, bards, philofophers, have taught, "Join'd with whatever elfe of modern date "Maturer judgment, fearch more accurate, "Discover'd have of Nature, Man and God, "May by new laws reform the time-worn ftate "Of cell-bred difcipline, and imoothe the road "That leads thro' learning's vale to wifdom's "bright abode.

"By you invited to her fecret bow'rs, ・・ "Then fhall Pædia re-afcend her throne, “With vivid laurels girt and fragrant flow'rs; "While from their forked mount defcending down "Yon fupercilious pedant train fhall own "Her empire paramount, ere long by her "Ytaught a leflon in their fchools unknown, "To learning's richest treasure to prefer "The knowledge of the world and man's great "bufinefs there.

"On this prime fcience, as the final end "Of all her difcipline and nurt'ring care, "Her eye Padia fixing, aye fhall bend "Her ev'ry thought and effort to prepare "Her tender pupils for the various war "Which vice and folly thall upon them wage "As on the perilous march of life they fate,

With prudent lore fore-arming ev'ry age "'Gaint Pleafure's treach'rous joys and Pain's "embattled rage.

"Then fhall my youthful fons, to wifdom led "By fair example and ingenuous praite,

With willing feet the paths of duty tread,


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Fir'd with th' idea of her future fame,
She rofe majestic from her lowly ftead,
While from her vivid eyes a fparkling flame
Outbeaming, with unwonted light o'erfpread
That monumental pile, and, as her head
To ev'ry front the turn'd, difcover'd round
The venerable forms of heroes dead,
Who for their various merit, erft renown'd,
In this bright fane of glory thrines of honour found.
On thefe that royal dame her ravifh'd eyes
Would often feaft; and ever as fhe fpied [rife,
Forth from the ground the length'ning ftructure
With new-plac'd ftatues deck'd on ev'ry fide,
Her parent breaft would fwell with gen'rous pride.
And now with her in that fequefter'd plain
The knight a while conftraining to abide,
She to the Fairy youth with pleafure fain
Thofe fculptur'd chiefs did fhew, and their great
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I ask and with, not to appear

More beauteous, rich, or gay Lord, make me wifer ev'ry year,

And better ev'ry day.

No more, my fon, the rural reed employ,
Nor trill the tinkling ftrain of empty joy;
No more thy love-refounding fonnets fuit
To notes of paft'ral pipe, or oaten flute.

60. A Moral Reflection. Written on the firft For hark! high-thron'd on yon majeftic walls,
Day of the Year 1782.
To the dear Mufe afflicted Freedom calls:
When freedom calls, and Oxford bids thee fing,
Why stays thy hand to ftrike the founding ftring?
While thus, in Freedom's and in Phoebus' fpite,
The venal fons of flavish Cam unite;

SEVENTEEN Hundred Eighty-one

Is now for ever past; Seventeen Hundred Eighty-two Will fly away as fast.

But whether life's uncertain scene
Shall hold an equal pace;
Or whether death fhall come between,
And end my mortal race :

Or whether fick nefs, pain, or health,
My future lot fhall be;

Or whether poverty or wealth,
Is all unknown to me.
One thing I know, that needful 'tis
To watch with careful eye;
Since ev'ry feafon spent amifs
Is register'd on high.

Too well I know what precious hours
My wayward paffions wafte;
And oh I find my mortal pow'rs
To duft and darkness hafte.
Earth rolls her rapid seasons round,
To meet her final fire;

But virtue is with glory crown'd,
Tho' funs and ftars expire.

What awful thoughts! what truth fublime!
What ufeful leffon this!

From her loofe hair the dropping dew the prefs'd,
And thus mine ear in accents mild addrefs'd:

Let*** boast the patrons of her name,
Each fplendid fool of fortune and of fame :
Still of preferment let her thine the queen,
Prolific parent of each bowing dean:
Be hers each prelate of the pamper'd cheek,
Each courtly chaplain, fanctify'd and fleek i
Still let the drones of her exhauftlefs hive
On rich pluralities fupinely thrive:
Still let her fenates titled flaves revere,
Nor dare to know the patriot from the peer;
No longer charm'd by virtue's lofty fong,
Once heard fage Milton's manly tones among,

§61. The Triumph of Ifis, occafioned by Ifis, an Where Cam, meand'ring thro' the matted reeds, Elegy. T. WARTON.

With loit'ring wave his groves of laurel feeds.
'Tis ours, my fon, to deal the facred bay,
Where honour calls, and juftice points the way;
To wear the well-earn'd wreath that merit brings,
And fnatch a gift beyond the reach of kings.
Scorning and fcorn'd by courts, yon Mufe's bow'r
Still nor enjoys nor feeks the fmile of pow'r.

O! let me well improve my time !

Oh! let me die in peace!

Quid mihi nefcio quam, proprio cum Tybride, Romam
Semper in ore geris? Referunt ú vera parentes,
Hanc Urbem infano nullus qui Marte petivit,
Lactatus violaffe redit. Nec Numina Sedemn


N clofing flow'rs when genial gales diffuse
The fragrant tribute of refreshing dews;
When chants the milk-maid at her balmy pail,
And weary reapers whistle o'er the valc;
Charm'd by the murmurs of the quiv'ring fhade,
O'er Ifis' willow-fringed banks I stray'd:
And calmly mufing through the twilight way,
In penfive mood I fram'd the Doric lay.
When lo! from op'ning clouds a golden gleam
Pour'd fudden fplendors o'er the fhadowy ftream;
And from the wave arofe its guardian queen,
Known by her fweeping stole of gloffy green;
While in the coral crown that bound her brow
Was wove the Delphic laurel's verdant bough.
As the fmooth furface of the dimply flood
The filver-flipper'd virgin lightly trod;

To fake yon towers when malice rears her creft,
Shall all my fons in filence idly reft?

Still fing, O Cam, your fav'rite freedom's caufe,
Still boaft of freedom, while you break her laws;
To Pow'r your fongs of gratulation pay;
To courts addrefs foft flattery's fervile lay.
What though your gentle Mafon's plaintive verfe
Has hung with fweeteft wreaths Mufeus' herfe ;
What though your vaunted bard's ingenuous woe,
Soft as my ftream, in tuneful numbers flow;
Yet ftrove his Mufe, by fame or envy led,
To tear the laurels from a fifter's head?.
Mifguided youth! with rude unclaffic rage
To blot the beauties of thy whiter page;
A rage that fullies e'en thy guiltless lays,
And blafts the vernal bloom of half thy bays.

Though wakeful vengeance watch my cryftal
Though perfecution wave her iron wing, [(pring,
And o'er yon fpiry temples as the flies,
"Those destin'd feats be mine," exulting cries;
Fortune's fair fmiles on Ifis ftill attend :
And, as the dews of gracious heaven defeend
Unafk'd, unfeen, in ftill but copious fhow'rs,
Her ftores on me fpontaneous bounty pours.
See, Science walks with recent chaplets crown'd;
With Fancy's ftrain my fairy fhades refound;
My Mufe divine ftill keeps her custom'd state,
The mien erect, and high majeftic gait :
Green as of old each oliv'd portal fmiles,
And fill the graces build my Grecian piles:
My gothic fpires in ancient glory rife,
And dare with wonted pride to ruth into the skies,

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E'en late when Radcliffe's delegated train Aufpicious fhone in Ifis' happy plain; [thrine, When yon proud" dome, fair learning's ampleft Beneath its attic roofs receiv'd the Nine; Was rapture mute, or ceas'd the glad acclaim, To Radcliffe due, and Ifis' honour'd name? What free-born crowds adorn'd the festive day, Nor blush'd to wear my tributary bay! How each brave breaft with honeft ardours heav'd, When Sheldon's fane the patriot band receiv'd; While, as we loudly hail'd the chosen few, Rome's awful fenate rush'd upon the view!

O may the day in lateft annals fhine, That made a Beaufort and an Harley mine; That bade them leave the loftier fcene awhile, The pomp of guiltlefs ftate, the patriot toil, For bleeding Albion's aid the fage defign, To hold fhort dalliance with the tuneful Nine! Then mufic left her filver fphere on high, And bore cach strain of triumph from the sky; Swell'd the loud fong, and to my chiefs around Pour'd the full peans of mellifluous found. My Naiads blythe the dying accents caught, And liftening danced beneath their pearly grot: In gentler eddies play'd my confcious wave, And all my reeds their fofteft whispers gave; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs, And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs.

But lo! at once the pealing concerts ceafe, And crowded theatres are hufh'd in peace. See, on yon fage how all attentive ftand, To catch his parting eye, and waving hand. Hark! he begins, with all a Tully's art, To pour the dictates of a Cato's heart. Skill'd to pronounce what nobleft thoughts infpire, He blends the fpeaker's with the patriot's fire; Bold to conceive, nor tim'rous to conceal, What Britons dare to think he dares to tell. 'Tis his alike the car and eyes to charm, To win with action, and with fenfe to warm. Untaught in flow'ry periods to difpenfe The lulling founds of fweet impertinence: In frowns or files he gains an equal prize, Nor meanly fears to fall, nor creeps to rife; Bids happier days to Aibion be reftor'd, Bids ancient juftice rear her radiant fword ; From me, as from my country, claims applause, And makes an Oxford's a Britannia's caufe.

In vain the foreft lent its ftatclicft pride,
Rear'd her tall maft, and fram'd her knotty fide;
The martial thunder's rage in vain the ftood,
With ev'ry conflict of the ftormy flood;
More fure the reptile's little arts devour
Than wars, or waves, or Eurus' wint'ry pow'r.

Ye fretted pinnacles, ye fanes fublime,
Ye tow`rs that wear the inoffy veft of time !
Ye maffy piles of old munificence,
At once the pride of learning and defence;
Ye cloifters pale, that length'ning to the fight
To contemplation, step by step, invite;

Ye high-arch'd walks, where oft the whispers


While arms like thefe my ftedfaft fages wield, While mine is Truth's impenetrable fhield; Say, thall the puny champion fond y dare To wage with force like this fcholaftic war? Still vainly fcribble on with pert pretence, With all the rage of pedant impotence? Say, fhall I fofter this domeftic pest, This parricide, that wounds a mother's breaft? Thus in fome gallant fhip, that long has bore Britain's victorious cross from fhore to thore, By chance, beneath her close sequefter'd cells Some low-born worm, a lurking mifchief dwells; Eats his blind way, and faps with fecret guile The deep foundations of the floating pile.

Of harps unfeen have fwept the poet's ear;
Ye temples dim, where pious duty pays
Ifer holy hymns of ever-echoing praife;
Lo! your lov'd Ifis, from the bord'ring vale,
With all a mother's fondnefs bids you hail !-
Hail, Oxford, hail! of all that 's good and great,
Of all that's fair, the guardian and the feat;
Nurfe of each brave purfuit, cach gen'rous aim,
By truth exalted to the throne of fame!
Like Greece in fcience and in liberty,.
As Athens learn'd, as Lacedemon free!

Ev'n now, confefs'd to my adoring eyes, In awful ranks thy gifted fons arife. Tuning to knightly tale his British reeds, Thy genuine bards immortal Chaucer leads: His hoary head o'erlooks the gazing quire, And beams on all around celeftial fire. With graceful ftp fee Addifon advance, The fweeteft child of Attic elegance : See Chillingworth the depths of doubt explore, And Selden ope the rolls of ancient lore: To all but his belov'd einbrace deny'd, See Locke lead Reafon, his majestic bride: See Hammond pierce religion's golden mine, And spread the treafur'd itores of Truth divine.

All who to Albion gave the arts of peace, And beft the labours plann'd of letter'd eafe; Who taught with truth, or with perfuafion mov'd, Who footh'd with numbers, or with fenfe improv'd; Who rang'd the pow'rs of reafon, or refin'd All that adorn'd or humaniz'd the mind; Each priest of health, that mix'd the balmy bowl, To rear frail man, and ftay the fleeting foul; All crowd around, and, echoing to the sky, Hail, Oxford, hail! with filial tranfport cry.

And fee yon fapient train! with lib'ral aim, 'Twas theirs new plans of liberty to frame; And on the gothic gloom of flavish way To fhed the dawn of intellectual day. With mild debate cach mufing feature glows, And well-weigh'd counfels mark their meaning brows.

"Lo! thefe the leaders of thy patriot line,"
A Raleigh, Hamden, and a Somers fhine.
Thefe from thy fource the bold contagion caught,
Their future fons the great example taught:
While in each youth th' hereditary flame
Still blazes, upextinguith'd, and the fame !

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Nor all the tasks of thoughtful peace engage, 'Tis thine to form the hero as the fage. I fee the fable-fuited prince advance With lilies crown'd, the spoils of bleeding France, Edward. The Mufes in yon cloister's fhade Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade: Bade him the fteel for British freedom draw; And Oxford taught the deeds that Creffy faw.


And fee, great father of the facred band, The Patriot King before me feems to ftand. He, by the bloom of this gay vale beguil'd, That cheer'd with lively green the fhaggy wild, Hither of yore, forlorn for gotten maid, The Mufe in prattling infancy convey'd; From Vandal rage the helpless virgin bore, And fix'd her cradle on my friendly fhore: Soon grew the maid beneath his foft'ring hand, Soon ftream'd her bleifings o'er the enlighten'd Though fimple was the dome, where firft to dwell She deign'd, and rude her early Saxon cell, Lo! now the holds her state in fculptur'd bow'rs, And proudly lifts to heaven her hundred tow'rs. 'Twas Alfred firft, with letters and with laws, Adorn'd, as he advanced, his country's caufe: He bade relent the Briton's ftubborn foul, And footh'd to foft fociety's controul A rough untutor'd age. With raptur'd eye Elate he views his laurel'd progeny: Serene he fmiles to find, that not in vain He form'd the rudiments of learning's reign: Himself he marks in each ingenuous breast, With all the founder in the race exprefs'd; Confcious he fees fair Freedom ftill furvive In yon bright domes, ill-fated fugitive! (Glorious, as when the Goddess pour'd the beam Unfully'd on his ancient diadem) Well pleas'd, that at his own Pierian fprings She refts her weary feet, and plumes her wings; That here at laft the takes her deftin'd ftand, Here deigns to linger ere the leave the land.

§ 62. Infeription in a Hermitage, at Anfley-Hall, in Warwick/bire. T. WARTON.

BENEATH this ftony roof reclin'd,

I footh to peace my penfive mind: And while, to fhade my lowly cave, Embow'ring elms their umbrage wave; And while the maple difh is mine, The beechen cup, unftain'd with wine; I fcorn the gay licentious crowd, Nor heed the toys that deck the proud. Within my limits lone and still, The blackbird pipes in artless trill Faft by my couch, congenial guest, The wren has wove her moffy neft; From bufy fcenes and brighter skies, To lurk with innocence, the flies; Here hopes in fafe repofe to dwell, Nor aught fufpects the fylvan cell.

At morn I take my cuftom'd round,
To mark how buds you fhrubby mound;
And ev'ry op'ning primrose count
That trimly paints my blooming mount:
Or o'er the fculptures, quaint and rude,
That grace my gloomy folitude,
I teach in winding wreaths to ftray
Fantastic ivy's gadding spray.

At eve, within yon ftudious nook,
I ope my brafs-emboffed book,
Pourtray'd with many a holy deed
Of martyrs, crown'd with heavenly meed:
Then, as my taper waxes dim,
Chant, ere I fleep, my meafur'd hymn;
And, at the close, the gleams behold
Of parting wings bedropt with gold.
Who but would fmile at guilty ftate?
While fuch pure joys my blifs create,
Who but would with his holy lot
In calm Oblivion's humble grot?
Who but would caft his pomp away,
To take my staff and amice gray;
And to the world's tumultuous stage
Prefer the blameless hermitage?

§ 63. Monody, written near Stratford up

Avon. T. WARTON.

AVON, thy rural views, thy pastures wild,

The willows that o'erhang thy twilight edge, Their boughs entangling with th' embattled fedge;

Thy brink with wat'ry foliage quaintly fring'd,
Thy furface with reflected verdure ting'd,
Sooth me with many a penfive pleasure mild.
But while I mufe, that here the bard divine
Whofe facred duft yon high-arch'd aifles inclofe,
Where the tall windows rife in ftately rows
Above th' embow'ring fhade,
Here first, at Fancy's fairy-circled shrine,
Of daifies pied his infant off'ring made;
Here playful yet, in tripling years unripe,
Fram'd of thy reeds a thrill and artless pipe:
Sudden thy beauties, Avon, all are fled,
As at the waving of fome magic wand;
An holy trance any charmed fpirit wings,
And awful thapes of warriors and of kings
People the bufy mead,

Like fpe&tres fwarming to the wizard's hall; And flowly pace, and point with trembling hand The wounds ill-cover'd by the purple pail. Before me Pity feems to stand

A weeping mourner, fmote with anguish fore,
To fee Misfortune rend in frantic mood
His robe with regal woes embroider ́d o'er.
Pale Terror leads the vifionary band,
And sternly thakes his fceptre, dropping blood.

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