1. The Traveller; or, a Prospect of Society: Lakes, forests, cities, plains, cxtending wide, Inscribed to the Rev. Mr. H. Goldsmith. The pomp of kings, the shepherds humbler pride.

When thus Creation's charms around combine, By Dr. GOLDSMITH.

Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine ?
REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, flow, Say, should the philofophic mind disdain

Or by the lazy Scheld, or wand'ring Po; That good which makes each humbler bosom vain?
Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Let school-taught pride difsemble all it can,
Against the houseless stranger shuts the door : These little things are great to little man;
Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, And wiser he, whose fympathetic mind
A weary waste expanding to the skies:

Exults in all the good of all mankind. (crown'd;
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, Ye glitt’ring towns, with wealth and splendour
Me heart, untravell’d, fondly turns to thee : Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round;
Sciil to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, Yc lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale ;
And drays, at each remove, a length’ning chain. Ye bending twains, that dress the How'ry vale;

Eternal bleilings crown my earliest friend, For me your tributary stores combine :
And round his divelling guardian faints attend ; | Creation's heir! the world, the world is mine!
Blels'd be that spot where chcerful guests retire, As some lone mifer, visiting his store,
To pause from toil, and trim their crening fire; Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'cr ;
Pleľs d that abode where want and pain repair,

Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill,
And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair :

Yet still he fighs, for hoards are wanting till:
Bles'd be those feasts, with simple plenty crown'd, Thus to my breast alternate pallions rife, [plies;
Where all the ruddy family around

Pleas'd with cach good that Heaven to man lup-
Laugh at the jefts or pranks that never fail, Yet oft a figh prevails, and sorrows fall,
Or figh with pity at some mournful tale; To see the hoard of human büís so small;
Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And oft I with, amiuft the scene, to find
And learn the luxury of doing good !

Some spot to real happiness consign'd,
But me, not deftin'd such delights to share, Where my worn soul, each wand'ring hope ar rest,
My prime of life in wand'ring spent, and care : May gather bliss to see my fellows bleft.
Impellid, with steps unceasing, to pursue

But where to find that happiest spot bclow,
Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view; Who can direct, when all pretend to know?
That

, like the circle bounding earth and skies, The Thudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone
Allures from far, yet as I follow fries;

Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own;
My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, Extols the treasures of his stormy scas,
And find no spot of all the world my own. And his long nights of revelry and cate:

E'en now, where Alpine folitudes ascend, The naked negro, panting at the line,
I sit me down a penfive hour to spend ;

Boasts of his golden fands and palmy wine;
And plac'd on high, above the storm's career, Basks in the glare, or ftems the tepid ware,
Look downward where an hundred realms aprear; 1 And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.

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Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam; The canvas glow'd beyond c'en Nature warm; His first, best country, ever is at home. The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form; And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, Till, more unsteady than the southern gale

, And estimate the blessings which they share, Commerce on other shores display'd her fail ; Though patriots flatter, still fall wisdom find While nought remain'd of all that riches gave, An equal portion dealt to all mankind;

But towns unmann'd, and lords without a llare: As different good, by art or nature given, And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, To different nations, makes their bletlings even. Its former strength was but plethoric ill. Nature, a mother kind alike to all,

Yer still the loss of wealth is here fupplied Still grants her bliss at labour's carnest call; By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; With food as well the peasant is fupplicd From these the feeble heart and long-fall’n mind On Idra's cliffs as Arno's thelvy side;

An easy compensation seem to find. And tho' the rocky-crested summits frown, Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp array'd, These rocks by custom turn to beds of down. The pafteboard triumph and the cavalcade; From art more various are the blessings sent; Proccifions form’d for picty and love, Wealth, commerce, honour, liberty, content. A mistress or a faint in ev'ry grove. Yet these each other's pow'r so strong contest, By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd, That either seems destructive of the rest. [fails; The sports of children fatisfy the child: Where wcalth and freedom reign, contentment Each nobler aim, represe’d by long controul, And honour finks where commerce long prevails. Now sinks at last, or fecbly mans the foul; Hence ev'ry state, to one lov'd blefling prone, Whilc low delights, succeeding faft behind, Conforms and models life to that alone.

In happier mcannefs occupy the mind: Each to the fav’rite happiness attends,

As in those domes where Cæfars once bore fway, And spurns the plan that aims at other ends; Defac'd by time, and tott'ring in decay, Till carried to excess in each domain,

There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, This fav’rite good begets peculiar pain. The Shelter-feeking peasant builds his lhed;

But let us try these truths with closer eyes, And, wondering man could want the larger pile, And trace them through the prospect as it lies: Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. Here for a while, my proper cares resign’d, My soul, turn from them-turn we to survey Here let me fit in sorrow for mankind;

Where rougher climes a nobler racc display ; Like yon neglected thrub at random cast, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy manfion tread, That shades the steep, and sighs at ev'ry blast. And force a churlish soil for scanty bread:

Far to the right, where Apennine ascends, No product here the barren hills afford Bright as the suinmer, Italy extends;

But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. Its uplands Noping deck the mountain's fide, No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, Woods over woods in gay thcatric pride; But winter ling’ring chills the lap of May; While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's brcast

, With vencrable grandeur mark the scene. But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest

. Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, Yet still c'eu here Content can spread a charın, The fons of Italy were furely blefs d.

Rcdress the clime, and all its rage

difarm, Whatever fruits in different climes are found, Tho'poor the peasant's hut, his feast tho' small, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground; He fees his little lot the lot of all; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Seos no contiguous palace rear its head, Whofe bright succession decks the varied year ; To shame the meanness of his humble thed; Whatever Tweets falute the northern sky No coftly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, With vernal lives, that blossom but to die : To make him loath his vegetable meal; There, here disporting, own the kindred foil, Bat calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Nor aik luxuriance from the planter's toil; Each with contracting, fits him to the foil. While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, Cheerful at moru he wakes from short repose, To winnow fragrance round the finiling land. Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes ;

But small the bliss that fenfe alone beitows, With patient angle trolls the finny deep, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows, Or drives his vent'rous plough-Share to the steep i In ficrid beauty groves and fields appear, Or seeks the den where snow-tracks mark the wayo Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. And drags the struggling fayage into day. Contrafted faults through all his manners reign : At night returning, ev'ry labour sped, Though poor, luxurious; though submillive,vain; He fits him down the monarch of a shed; Though grave, yet trifiing; zealous, yet untrue ; Smiles by his cheerful firę, and round surveys And e'en in penance planning sins anew, His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze; All evils here contaminate the mind,

While his lov'd partner, boaftful of her hoard, That cpulence departed leaves behind; Displays her cleanly platter on the board : For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, And haply too fonc pilgriin, thither led, When commerce proudly flourish'd through the With many a tale repays the nightly bed. At her command the palace learn’d to rife, [ltate : Thus ev'ry good his native wilds impart Again the long-fall’n column fought the skies : Imprints the patriot passion on his heari ;

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And e'en those hills that round his manfion rise, They please, are pleas’d, they give to get csteena s
Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Till, seeming bless’d, they grow to what they secm.
Dear is that thed to which his soul conforms, But while this softer art their bliss supplies,
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; It gives their follies also room to rise ;
And as a child, when scaring founds molett, For praise too dearly lov'd, or warmly fought,
Clings close and closer to the mother's breast; Enfeebles all internal strength of thought;
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, And the weak foul, within itself unbleis'd,
But bind him to his native mountains more. Leans for all pleasure on another's breaft.

Such are the charms to barren states allign’d: Hence oftentation here, with tawdry art,
Their wants but few, their wishes all contin'd. Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart :
Yet let them only share the praises due; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace,
If few their wants, their pleasures are but few: And trims her robes of frize with copper-lace,
For ev'ry want that stimulates the breast Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
Becomes a source of pleasure when redress’d. To boast one splendid banquet once a year;
Whence from such landseach pleasing science flies, The mind stillturns where thifting fashion draws,
That first excites desire, and then supplies; Nor weighs the folid worth of self-applause.
Unknown to them, when fensual pleasures cloy, To men of other minds my fancy flies,
To fill the languid pause with finer joy,; Embosom’d in the deep where Holland lies.
Unknown those pow'rs that raise the foul to fame, Methinks her patient lons before me stand,
Catch ev'ry nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Where the broad occan leans against the land;
Their level life is but a mould'ring fire, And, fedulous to stop the coming tide,
Unquench'd by want, unfann’d by strong desire; | Lite the tall rampire's artificial pride.
Unfit for raptures; or, if raptures cheer Onward mcthinks, and diligently Now,
On some high festival of once a year,

The firm connected bulwark seems to grow; In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, Spreads its long arms amidst the wat’ry roar, Till buried in debauch the bliss cxpirc.

Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore; But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow; While the pent occan, rising o'er the pilc, Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low : Sees an amphibious world beneath him sinile; ; For, as refinement stops, from fire to lon, The low canal, the yellow-blossom’d vale,

Unaiter'd, unimprov'd, the manners run; The willow-tufted bank, the gliding fail,
And love's and friendship's finely-pointed dart The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,
Falls blunted from cach indurated heart. A new creation rescued from his reign.
Some fterner virtues o'er the mountain's brcast Thus, while around the wave-lubjected soil
May fit, like falcons cow'ring on the nest; Impels the native to repcated toil,
But all the gentler morals, such as play

Industrious habits in each bofom reign,
Thro'life's more cultur’dwalks,and charm theway; And industry begets a love of gain.
These, far dispers’d, on timorous pinions fly, Hence all the good from opulence that springs,
To sport and Autter in a kinder sky.

With all those ills superfluous treasure brings, To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, Are here display'd. Their much-lov'd wealth imI turn—and France displays her bright domain. Convenience, plenty, elegance, and arts; [parts Gay sprightly land of mirth and social cale, But, view them closer, craft and fraud appear; Pleas'd with thyself, whom all the world can E'en liberty itself is barter'd here ! How often have I led thy sportive choir, (please, Ai gold's superior charms all freedom flies; With tunclefs pipe, beside the murm'ring Loire ! The necdy fell it, and the rich man buys ; Where Thading elms along the margin grew, A land of tyrants, and a den of laves, And, freshen d from the wave, the zephyr flew; Here wretches seek dishonourable graves, And haply, tho' my harth touch fault'ring fill, And calmly bent, to servitude conform, But moćk'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Dull as their lakes that sumber in the storm. Yet would the village praise my wondrous pow'r, Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old! And dance, forgetful of the noon-tide hour ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold; Alike all ages : dames of ancient days

War in each brcast, and freedom on each brow; Have led their children thro' the mirthful maze; How much unlike the sons of Britain now!

gay grandfire, skill'd in gestic lore, Fir'd at the found, my Genius spreads her wing, Has frisk d beneath the burden of threescore. And Aies where Britain courts the western fpring;

So bless'd a life these thoughtless realms display, Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride,
Thus idly busy rolls their world away ; And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide :
Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, There all around the gentleft breezes stray,
For honour forms the social temper here. Thure gentle music melts on ev'ry spray ;
Honour, that praise which real mcrit gains, Creation's mildest charins are there combin'd;
Or e'en imaginary worth obtains,

Extremes are only in the master's mind! · Here países current; paid from hand to hand, Stern o'er each bofom Reason holds her state,

It shifts in splendid traffic round the land: With daring aims irregularly great :
From courts to camps, to cottages, it strays,

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
And all arç taught an avarice of praise; I see the lords of human-kind pass by;

And the

Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour,
By forms unfashion'd fresh from nature's hand; When first ambition struck at regal pow'r;
Fierce in their native hardiness of foul,

And thus polluting honour in its source,
True to inagin'd right, above controul; Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force,
While e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan, Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled fhore,
And learns to venerate himself as man. (here, | Her useful fons exchang'd for useless ore ;

Thine, Freedom, thire the bleflings pictur'd Seen all her triumphs but destruction haße,
Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear; Likc Aaring tapers, bright'ning as they waste,
Too blefs'd indeed were such without alloy, Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain,
But forter'd e'en by Freedom ills annoy. Lead fürn Depopulation in her train,
That independence Britons prize too high, And orer fields, where scatter'd hamlets rosca
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie; In barren, folitary pomp repose ?
The fclf-dependent lordlings stand alone; Hare ve not seen, at Pleasure's lordly call,
All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown; The smiling long-frequented village fall?
Here, by the bonds of Nature fecbly hel!, Bcheld the dutcous son, the fire decay'd,
Minds combat minds, repelling and repell’d. The modest matron, and the bluth'ng maid,
Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar, Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
Repress’d ambition struggles round her shore; To traverle climes beyond the wefern main;
Till, over-wrought, the general system feels Where wild Ofwego ínreads her swamps around,
Its motions stop, or phrenzy fire the wheels. And Niagara stuns with thund'ring sound?

Nor this the wo!t. As Nature's tics decay, E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strave
As duty, love, and honour fail to sway, Thro' tangled forests, and thro' darg'rous ways;
Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, Where beasts with man divided empire claim,
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe. And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim
Hence all obedience bows to those alone, There, while atore the giddy tempest flies,,
And talent finks, and merit weeps unknown; And all around distressful yells arise,
Till time may come, when, fripp'd of all her The pensive exile, bending with his woc,
charms,

To stop too fearful, and too fairy to go,
The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms, Cafts a long look where England's glories shine,
Where noble stems transmit the patriot fiame, And bids his bosom sympathize with minc.
Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrote for fame, Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
One sink of level avarice shall lic,

That bliss which only centres in the mind!
And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonour'd die. Why hare I stray'd from pleasure and repole

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Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I fiate, To seek a good each governmem bestows ?
I mean to flatter kings, or court the great : In ev'ry government, though terrors reign,
Ye powers of truth, that bid my soul aspire, Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws rcktraill

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Far from my bosom drive the low desire! How linalí, of all that human hearts endure,
And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry ftcel; Still to ourselves in cv'ry place configu'd,
Thou transitory lower, alike undone

Our own felicity we make or find :
By proud Contempt, or Favour's foft'ring sun, With secret course, which no loud forms annoy,
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
I only would repress them to fecure :

The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel,
For just experience telis, in ev'ry foil,

Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of teel,
That those who think must govern those who toil; To men remote froin pow'r but rarely known,
And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach, Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own.
Is but to lay proportion'd loads on cach.
Hence, should one order ditproportion'd grow, § 2. A Pastoral. In Four Parts. Pope.
Its double weight must ruin all below.

To Sir William Trumbal.
0, then, how blind to all that truth requires,
Who think it freedom when a part aspires !

PASTORAL I. SPRING.
Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms,

FIRST in these fields I try the fylvan frans,
Except when faft-approaching danger warms : Nor blush to sport on Windsor's blissful plains:
But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, Fair Thames, flow gently from thy facred spring,
Contracting regal power to stretch their oven; While on thy banks Sicilian Muses fing;
When I behold a factious band agree

Let vernal airs through trembling ofers play,
To call it freedom when themselves are free; And Albion's cliffs rifound the rural lay.
Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, You that, too wife for pride, too good for pow'r,
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law; Enjoy the glory to be great no more,
The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam,

And carrying with you all the world can boat,
Pillag'd from llaves, to purchase slaves at home; To all the world illustriously are lost !
Fcar, pity, justice, indignation start,

O ler my Muse her slender reed inspire,
Tcar off refcrvc, and bare my swelling heart; Till in your native shades you tune the lyre :
Till, half a patriot, haif a coward grown, So when the Nightingale to rest removes,
I fx from petry iyrants to the elemente.

The thrush may chant to the forsaken gruies:

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But charm'd to filence, liftens while she sings, But feigns a laugh, to see me search around,
And all th'arial audience clap their wings. And by that laugh the willing fair is found,
Soon as the flocks fhook off the nightly dews,

DAPHNIS.
Two Swains, whom love kept wakeful, and the
Muse,

The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green;
Pour'd o'er the whitening vale their fleecy care, She runs, but hopes she does not run unseen;
Freth as the morn, and as the season fair: While a kind glance at her pursuer flies--
The dawn now bluthing on the mountain's fide, How much at variance are her feet and eyes !
Thos Daphnis fpuke, and Strephon thus replied:

STRE PHON.
DAPHNIS.

O'er golden sands let rich Pactolus flows,
Hear how the birds, on every bloomv fpray,

And trees weep amber on the banks of Po;
With joyous music wake the dawning day! Bleft Thames's shores the brightest beauties yield;
Why fit we mute when early lipnets fing,

Feed here my lambs, I'll seek no distant field.
When warbling Philomel falutes the spring?

DAPHNIS.
Why sit we sad when Phosphor shines so clear,
Aná lavish Nature paints the purple year?

Colcftial Venus haunts Idalia's groves;
STREPHON.

Diana Cynthụs, Ceres Hybla loves;
Sing then, and Damon Thall attend the strain, If Windsor-shades delight the matchless maid,
While yon flow oxen turn the furrow'd plain. Cynthus and Hybla yicid to Windsor-thade.
Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow;

STREPHON.
Here western winds on breathing roses blow.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in Thow'rsť,
I'll fake yon lamb that near the fountain plays, Hush'd are the birds,andclos’d the droopingHow'rs;
And from the brink his dancing shade surveys *. If Delia smile, the flow'rs begin to spring,
DAPHNIS.

The skies to brighten, and the birds to ling.
And I this bowl, where wanton ivy twines,
And swelling clusters bend the curling virest:

DAPHNIS.
Four figures rising from the work appear,

All nature laughs, the groves are fresh and fair,
The various scafons of the rolling year;

The sun's mild lustre warms the vital air;
And what is that, which binds the radiant sky, If Sylvia smiles, new glories gild the shore,
Where twelve fair ligns in beauteous order lic? And vanquish'd nature seems to charm no more.
DAMON,

STREP HON.
Then fing by turns, by turns the Muses fing,
Now hawthorns blossom, now the daisies spring,

In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love,
Now leaves the trees, and fow'rsadorn the ground; At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove,
Begin, the vales shall ev'ry note rebound.

But Delia always; absent from her light,
STRE PHON.

Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight.
Inspire me, Phæbus, in my Delia's praise,

DAPHNIS.
With Waller's strains, or Granville's moving lays!
A milk-white Bull Thall at your altars stand,

Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May,

More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day;
That threats a fight, and spurns the rising fand.

E’en spring displeases when the thines not here;
DAPHNIS.
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize 1,

But, bless'd with her, 'tis spring throughout the
And make my tongue victorious as her eyes :

year.
No lambs or thecp for victims I'll impart ;

STREPHON.
Thy vićtim, Love, shall be the shepherd's heart. Say, Daphnis, say, in what glad foil appears
STREP HON.

A wondrous Tree that facred Monarchs bears:
Me gentle Delia beckors from the plain ; Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize,
Then, hid in thades, eludes her eager swain ; And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes.

VARIATIONS.
The first reading was,

Then die ; and dying, teach the lovely Maid
And his own image from the bank surveys.

How soon the brightest beauties are decay'd.
+ And clusters lurk beneath the curling vines.

Originally thus ;
Pan, let my numbers equal Strephon's lays,

Go, tuneful bird, that pleas'd the woods so long,
Of Parian stone thy stawe will

raise ;

Of Amaryllis learn a sweeter song:
But if I conquer, and augment my fold,

To Heaven arising then her notes convey.
Thy Parian itatue shall be chang'd to gold.

For Heaven alone is worthy such a lay.
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I focodibus :
Let rich Iberia golden Aleeces boast,

These were thus at first :
Her purple wool the proud Allyrian coast;

All nature mourns, the birds their songs deny,
Bleft Thames's fore, &c.-Originally ibus : Nor wasted brooks their thirsty flow’rs supply;
Go, flow'ry wreath, and let my Sylvia know,

If Delia smile, the flow'rs begin to spring,
Compar’d to thine how bright her beauties show:

The brooks to murmur, and the birds to ling. :

DAPHNIS.

DAPHNIS.