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iVho but would cast his pomp away,

When virtuous Pindar told, with Tuscan gore To take my staff and amice gray;

How sceptred Hiero ftain'd Sicilia's fhore, And to the world's tumultuous stage

Or to mild Theron's raptur'd eye disclos d
Prefer the blameless hermitage !

Bright vales, where spirits of the brave repos’d:
Yet Itill beneath the throne, unbrib'd, the fat
The decent handmaid, not the slave, of state ;

Pleas'd in the radiance of the regal name
$ 58. Monody, written near tratford upon To blend the lustre of her country's fame :
Auch. T. WARTON.

For, taught likeOurs, the dar'd with prudent pride AVON, thy rural views, thy pastures wild,

Obedience from dependence to divide : The willows that o'erhang thy twilight edge, Though princes claim d her tributary lays, Their boughs entangling with th' embattled With truth severe lhe temper'd partial praise ; fedge;

Conscious the kept her native dignity, Thy brink with wat’ry foliage quaintly fring'd, Bold as her fighis, and as her numbers free. Thý surface with reflected verdure ting'd, And fure, if c'er the mufe indulg'd her ftrains, Sooth me with many a penfive pleasure mild. With just regard to grace heroic reigns, But while I mufc, that here the hard disine Where could her glance a theme of triumph own Whole facred duit yon high-arch'd aifles inclose, So dear to fame as George's trophy'd throne ? Where the tall windows rise in frately row's

At whose firm base thy itedfast foul aspires Above th' embow'ring thade,

To wake a mighty nation's ancient fires : Here firit, at Fancy's fairy-circled shrine, Alpires to baftie Faction's fpecious claim, Of daifies pied his infant off'ring made ; Route England's rage, and give her thunder aim : Here playful yct, in stripliog ycars unripe,

Once inore the main her conqu’ring banners sweep, Fram'd of thy reeds a fhrill and artlefs pipe : Again her Commerce darkens all the deep. Sudden thy beauties, Avon, all are 1led, Thy fix'd resolve renews each firm decrec As at the waving of some magic wand;

That made, that kept of yore, thy country free, An holy trance my charmed spirit wings,

Caild by thy voice, nor deaf to war's alarms, And awful thapes of warriors and of kings Its willing youth the rural empire arms : People the buty mcad,

Again the lords of Albion's cultur'd plains Like fpcétres tirarming to the wizard's hall; March the firin leaders of their faithful swains; And slowly pace, and point with trembling hand As erst stout archers, from the farm or fold, The wounds ill-cover'd by the purple pall.

Fland in the van of many a baron bold. Bcfore mc Pity feems to stand

Nor thine the pomp of indolent debate, A keeping inourner, smote with anguish sore, The war of words, the fophiftrics of Itate: To lec Misfortune rend in frantic mcod

Nor frigid caution checks thy free design, Ilis robe with regal woes einbroider'd o’er. Nor stops thy ftream of cloquence divinc: Pale Terror leads the visionary band,

For thine the privilege, on few bestow'd,
And sternly thakes his sceptre, dropping blood.

To feel, to think, to speak, for public good.
In vain Corruption calls her venal tribes;

One common cause one common end prescribes : 59. On the Death of King George the Second. Nor fuar nor fraud or spares or screens the foe,

T. WARTON. But fpirit prompts, and valour strikes the blow,

O Pitt, irhilc honour points thy lib'ral plan, So, fi eam the Corrows that embalm the brave,

And o'er the Minister exalts thc Man,
The tears that Science theds on Glory’s grave! Ifis congenial greces thy faithful liay,
So pure the vows which classic duty pays Nor fcorns to hid a statesman grace hier lay.
To blefs another Brunswick's rising rays ! For 'tis not Hers, by falle connections drawn,

O Piit, if chosen strains have power to fcal At fplendid Slavery's fordid thrine to fawn;
Thy watchful brcaft awhile from Britain's wcal; Each native effort of the feeling bicaft
If votive verfe, froin lacred Isis fent,

To friends, to fues, in equal fear, fuppreft:
Might hope to charın tly manly mind, intent 'Tis not for her to purchase or pursue
On patriot plans, which ancient freedom drew, The phantom favours of the cringing crew ;
Awhile with fond attention deign to view More useful toils her studious hours engage,
This ample wreath, which all th' allembled Nine And fairer le fons fill her spotless page :
Wil ikil unired have confpir'd to twine. Beneath ambition, but above disgrace,

Yes, guide and guardian of thy country's cause! With nobler arts the forms the rising race:
Thy onscious heart shall hail with just applaule With happier tasks, and less refin'd pretence,
The duteo:1. Muse, whose haste officious brings In elder times, she wood Muniscence
Ilir blameless off ring to the thrine of kings : To rcar her arched roofs in regal guise,
Thy tongue, weil tutor'd in historic lore, And lift her temples nearer to the skics;
Can speak her otřice and her use of yore : Princes and prelates ftretch'd the social hand
for such the tribute of ingenuous praile To form, diffuse, and fix, her high command:
Hier larp dispens'd in Grecia’s golden days ; From kings the claim'd, yct fcorn'd to fock, the
hich were the palm“, in itles of old renown,

prize ;

(wife. folic culld, io dcck the guiltless monarch's crown; ! From kings, like George, benignant, just, and


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Lo, this her genuine lore.—Nor thou refuse And oh! bleft Queen, if e'er the magic pow'rs This humble prefent of no partial Muse

Of warbled truth have won thy muling hours ; From that calm Bow'r*, which nurs'd thy Here Pocsy, from awful days of yore, thoughtful youth

Has pour'd her genuine gifts of raptur'd lore. In the pure precepts of Athenian truth: Mid oaken bow rs, with holy verdure wreath'd, Where first the form of British Liberty

In Druid-longs her folemn ipirit breath'd : Beam'd in full radiance cn thy musing cye; While cunning Bards at ancient banquets sung That forin, whole micn sublimc, with equal awe, Of paynim focs deficd, and trophies hung. In the same shade unblemish d Somers saw: Here Spenser tun’d his mystic minstrelfy, Where once (for well the lor'd the friendly grove And dress'd in fairy robes a Queen like Thec. Which ev'ry clallic Grace had learn’d to rovc) Here, boldly mark'd with ev'ry living hue, Her whispers wak'd fage Harrington to feign Nature's untounded portrait Shakespeare drew: The blellings of her visionary reign ;

But chief the dreadful group of human woes That reign, which now no more an empty theme, The daring artist's tragic pencil chose; Adorns Philofophy's idcal dream,

Explor'd the pangs that rend the royal brcast, But crowns at last, beneath a Gcorge's smile,

Those wounds that lurk beneath the villued veft! In full rcality this favour'd ille.

Lo! this the land, whence Milton's muie of fisc
High foar'd to steal from heaven a seraph's lyre;

And told the golden ties of wedded love § 60. On the Marriage of the King, MDCCLXI, In facrcd Eden's amaranthine grove.

Thinc too, majestic Bride, the favour'd clime, to ber Majesty. T. WARTON.

Where Science fits enshrind in roofs sublime. WHEN first the kingdom to thy virtues due Rofe from the billowy deep in distant view; O'er Isis’ marge in many a chaplet firays!

O mark, how green her wood of ancient bays When Albion's ille, old Ocean's peerless pride, Thither, if haply some distinguish'd fow'r Towr’d in imperial state above the tide ; Of these mix'd blooms from that ambrosial bow'r, What bright ideas of the new domain

Might catch thy glance, and, rich in Nature's hue, Form’d the fair prospect of thy promis'd reign! Entwine thy diadem with honour due;

And well with consciocs joy thy breast might If seemly gifts the train of Phabus pay, That Albion was ordaind thy regal feat: [bcat To deck imperial Hymen's festive day; Lo! this ihe land, where Freedom's facred rage Thither thyself thall haste, and mildly deign Has glow'd untam'd thro' many a martial age. To tread with nymph-like step the conscious plain; Here patriot Alfred, stain’d with Danish blood,

Pleas'd in the mule's nook, with deeent pride, Rear'd on one base the king's, the people's good: To throw the sceptred pall of state aside. Here Henry's archers fram'd the stubborn bow Nor from the shade shall George be long away, That laid Alanzon's haughty helmet low; Which clairns Charlotta's love, and courts her stay, Here wak'd the fame, that still superior braves These are Britannia's praises. Deign to trace The proudest threats of Gaul's ambitious llaves : With rapt reflection Freedom's favorite race ! Here Chivalry, stern school of valour old,

But though the gen'rous iflc, in arts and arms, Her noblest fcats of knightly fame enrolld; Thus stand supreme in Nature's choicest charms; Heroic champions caught the clarion's call,

Tho' George and Conquest guard her sea-girt And tlirony'd the feast in Edward's banner'd hall;

thronc, While chiefs, like George, approv'd in worth One happier blefing fill the calls her own; alone,

And. proud to cull the fuirest wrcath of Fame, Unlock'd chaste Bcauty's adamantine zone.

Crowns her chicf honours with a Charlotte's Lo! the fam'd ifle, which hails thy chosen fway, What fertile fields her temp'rate luns display ! Where Property fecures the conscious swain, And guards, while Plenty gives, the golden grain: Hence with ripe stores her villages abound,

61. On the Birib of the Prince of Wales.

T. WARTON Her airy downs with scatter'd sheep resound; Fresh are her pastures with unceasing rills,

Written after the Installation at Windsor, in the And future navies crown her darksome hills.

same year. To bear her formidable glory far, Behold her opulence of hoarded war!

IMPERIAL Dome of Edward, wise and

brave! Sce, from her ports a thousand banners stream; Where warlike Honour's brightest banners On ev'ry coast her vengeful lightnings gleam!

wave; Meantime, remote from Ruin's armed hand, At whose proud Tilts, unmatch'd for hardy deeds, In peaceful majesty her cities stand;

Heroic kings have frown'd on barbed feeds : Whofe fplendid domes and busy streets declare Though now no more thy crested chiefs advance Their firmos fort, a king's parental care. In arm'd array, nor grasp the glitt'ring lance;

Trinity College, Oxford ; in which allo Lord Samers, and Sir James Harrington, author of the Oscana, were educated.







Though Knighthood boasts the martial pomp no | Just to thy country's fame, in tranquil days,

Record the past, and rouse to future praise : That grac'd its gorgeous festivals of yore; Before the public eye, in breathing brass, Say, conscious Dome, if c'erty marthall'd knights Bid thy fam'd father's mighty triumphs pafs: So nobly deck d their old majestic rites

Swell the broad arch with haughty Cuba's fail, As when, higli-thron’d amid thy trophy'd shrine, And clothe with Mindco's plain th’ historic full. George thonc the leader of the garter'd line? Then inourn not, Edward's Doine, thine an, Yet future triumphs, Windsor, still remain;

cient boast, Still may thy bow'rs rective as brave a train: Thy tournaments and lifted combats loft! For, lo! to Britain and her favour'd Pair, From Arthur's Board, no more, proud castle, Heaven's high command has sent a sacred Heir! Him the bold pattern of his patriot fire Adventurous Valour's gothic trophies torn! Shall fill with carly fame's immortal fire : Thosc eltin charms, that held in magic night In life's fresh spring ere buds the promis’d primc, Its elder fame, and dimm'd its genuine light, His thoughts thall mount to virtue's ineed sublime: At length diffolve in Truth's meridian ray, The patriot fire shall catch, with fure prelage, And the bright Order birsts to perfect day: Each lib'ral omen of his op'ning agc;

The mystic round, begirt with tolder peers, Then to thy courts Thall lead, with conscious joy, On Virtut's base its rescued glory rears :

n stripling beauty's bloom, the princely boy ; Sees Civil Prowess mightier acts achieve; There firmly wreathe the Braid of heavenly dye, Sees meck Humanity distress relieve ; True valour's badge, around his tender thigh. Adopts the Worth that bids the conflict cease,

Meantime, thy roval piles that rise clate And claims its honours from the Chiefs of Peace, With many an antique tow'r, in maliy state, In the young champion's musing mind shall raise Vast images of Albion's elder days;

§ 62. Ode to Sleep. T. WARTON. While, as around his eager glance explores Thychambers, rough with war's constructed stores

, ON this my pensive pillow, gentle Sleep!

Descend, in all thy downy plumage drest : Rude l:clms, and bruised shields, barbaric spoils Wipe with thy wing thełe cyes that wake to weep, Of ancient chivalry's undaunted toils;

And place thy crown of poppies on my breaft. Amid the duiky trappings hung on high, Young Edward's fable mail thall strike his eye:

O ftecp my senses in oblivion's balın, Skall fire the youth, to crown his viper years

And soothe my throbbing pulse with lenient hand; With rival Cretlys, and a new Poičtiers;

This tempeft of my boiling blood becalm ! On the same wall, che farne triumphal base,

Despair grows mild at thy Tupreme command. His own victorious monuments to place. Yet ah! in vain, familiar with the gloom, Nor can a fairer kindred title move

And fadly toiling through the tidious night, His emulative age to glory's love

I feek licet Number, while that virgin bloom, Than Edward, laureate prince. In letter'd truth, For ever hov'ring, haunts my wretched fight. Oxford, fage mother, school'd his ftudious youth : Nor would the dawning day my forrows charm : Her fimple institutes and rigid lore

Black midnight, and the radiant noon, alike The royal nursling unreluctant bore;

To me appear, while with uplifted arm Nor shunn'd, at pensive eve, with lonesome pace, Death ítands prepard, but still delays, to ftrike. The cloitter's moon light-chequer'd foorto trace; Nor scorn'd to mark the lun, at matins due, Stream through the storied windows holy huc.

§ 63. The Hanilet, written in which wood Forefi. Andoh, Young Prince, bc thinc his moral praise;

T. WARTONG Nor seek in ficids of blood his warrior bavs. War has its charms terrisc. Far and wide THE

HE hinds how blest, who ne'er beguild
When stands th' embatiled host in banner'd pride; To quit their hamlet's has thorn-wild;
O'er the vext plain when the shrill clangors run, Nor haunt the crowd, nor tempt the main,
And the long phalanx Halhes in the run; For splendid care and guily gaiu !
When now no dangers of the deathful day When morning's twilight-tinétur'd beam
Mur the bright scene, nor break the firm array ; Strikes their low thatch with flanting gleam,
Full oft too rashlv glows with fond delight They rove abroad in ether bluc,
The youthful breast, and asks the future fight; To dip the fcythe in fragrant dew;
Nor knows that Horror's form, a spectre wan, The shcaf to bind, the bcech to fell
Staiks, yot unseen, along the gleainy van. That nodding shades a craggy dell.

May no such rage be thinc: no dazzling ray Midst gloomy glades, in warbles clear,
Of specious fame thy stedfast feet betray. Wild nature's sweetest notes they hear :
Be thine domestic glory's radiant calm, On green untrodden banks they view
Be thinc the fceptre wreath'd with many a palm: The hyacinth's neglected hue:
Be thine the throne with peaceful emblems hung, In thcir lonc haunts and woodland rounds,
The silver lyre to miller conquest strung! They spy the squirrel's airy bounds :

Instead of glorious feats achiev'd in arms, And startle from her afhen Ipray,
Bid riling arts difplay their mimic charms ! Acrois the glen, thic screaming jay:



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Each native charm their steps explore

The fresh-turn'd foil with tender blades Of Solitude's sequester'd store.

Thinly the sprouting barley shades : For them the moon with cloudiess ray Fringing the forest's devious edge, Mounts, to illume their homeward way : Half rob'd açpears the hawthorn hedge: Their weary spirits to relieve,

Or to the distant eye displays The meadows incense breathe at eve,

Weakly green its budding sprays. No riot mars the simple fare

The fivallow, for a moment leen, That o'er a glimm'ring hearth they share :

Skims in haste the village green: But when the curfeu's measur'd roar

From the grey moor, on feeble wing, Duly, the dark’ning valleys o'er,

The fcreaming plovers idly spring : Has echo'd from the distant town,

The butterfly, gay-painted soon, They with no beds of cygnet-down,

Explores a while the tepid noon, No trophied canopies, to close

And fond y trusts its tender dies Their drooping eyes in quick repose.

To fickle liins and Matt'ring skies. Their little fons, who spread the bloom Fraugdit with a transient, frozen Thow's, Of health around the clay-built room,

If a cloud fhould haply lows, Or thro' the primros'd coppice stray,

Sailing o'er the landicape dark, Or gainbol in the new-mown hay;

Mute on a sudden is the lark; Or quaintly braid the cowsip-twine,

But when gleams the sun again Or drive añeld the tardy kine ;

O'er the pearl-besprinkled plain, Or haften from the sultry hill

And froin behind his wat'ı y veil To loiter at the shady rill;

Looks through the thin-descending hail, Or climb the tall pine's gloomy crest

She mounts, and, lef’ning to the light, To rob the raven's ancient net.

Salutes the blythe return of light, Their humble porch with honeyed Aow'rs And high her tuneful track pursues The curling woodbine's Thade einbow'rs: Mid the dim rainbow's scatter'd hues, From the trim garden's thymy mound

Whore in venerable rows Their bees in busy swarms resound:

Widely waving oaks inclose Nor fell Disease, before his time,

The moat of yonder antique hall, Haltes to consume life's golden prime :

Swarm the rooks with clamorous call; But when their temples long have wore

And, to the toils of nature true, The silver crown of trelles hoar ;

Wreath their capacions nests anew. As studious still calm peace to keep,

Muling through the lawny park, Beneath a flow'ry turf t: ey seep.

The lonely poet loves to mark

How various greens in faint degrees § 64. Ode. The First of April. T. WARTON. Tinge the tall groupes of various trees : WITH dalliance rude young Zephyr woos

While, careless of the changing year,
Coy May. Full oft with kind excuse The pine cerulean, never fear,
The boist'rous boy the Fair denies,

Towers distinguish'd from the rest,
Or with a scornful finile complies.

And proudly vaunts her winter veit. Mindful of disaster past,

Within some whispering ofier ise, And Mrinking at the northern blast,

Where Glym's low banks neglected smile; The fleety storm returning still,

And cach trim meadow still retains The morning hoar and ev'ning chill;

The wint'ry torrent's oozy

stains : Reluctant comes the timid Spring.

Beneath a willow, long forsook, Scarce a bee, with airy ring,

The fither fecks his custom'd nook ; Murmurs the blossom'd boughs around, And bursting thro' the crackling sedge That clothe the garden's foutiern bound: That crowns the current's cavern'd edge, Scarce a sickly ftraggling fow'r

He itartles from the bordering wood Decks the rough caitle's rifted tow'r :

The bashful wild-duck's carly brood. Scarce the hardy primrose peeps

O'er the broad downs, a novel race, From the dark dell's eniangled steeps :

Frisk the lambs, with faltering pace, O'er the field of waving broom

And with eager bloatings fill Slowly shoots the golden bloom :

The foss that skirts the beacon'd hill. And, but by fits, the furze-clad dale

His free-born vigour yet unbroke Tinctures the transitory gale:

To lordly man's usurping yoke, While from the hrubb'ry's naked maze, The bounding colt forgets to play: Where the vegetable blaze

Balking beneath the noontide ray, Of Flora's brightest 'broidery shone,

And stretch'd among the daisies pride Ev'ry chequer'd charm is flown;

Of a green dinglc's lloping fide : Save that the lilac hangs to view

While far bencath, where nature spreads Its bursting gems in clusters blue.

Her boundless length of level mcads, Scant along the ridgy land

In loose luxuriance taught to stray The beans their new-bord ranks expand ; A thousand tumbling rills inlay

With silver veins the vale, or pass

Though doomd hard penury to prove, Redundant thro' the sparkling grass.

And the sharp stings of hopeless love; Yet, in these prelages rude,

To griefs congenial prone, Midst her pensive solitude,

Morc wounds than nature gave he knew, Fancy, with prophetic glance,

While misery's form his fancy drew Sces the teeming months advance;

In dark idcal hues, and horrors not its own. The field, the forest, green and gay,

Then with not o'er his earthly tomb The dappled Nope, the tedded hay ;

The baleful nightshade's lurid bloom Sees the reddening orchard blow,

To drop its deadly dew: The harvest wave, the vintage flow;

Nor, oh! forbid the twisted thorn, Sees June unfold his glo:ly robe

That rudely binds his turf forlorn, [aner. Of thousand hucs o'er all the globe;

With spring's green-fwelling buds to vegetate Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn, And plenty load her ample horn.

What though no marble-piled bust

Adorn his defolated dust,
8 65. Ode. The Suicide. T. WARTON. With speaking sculpture wrought?
BENEATH the beech, whose branches bare Pity shall woo the weeping Nine
Smit with the lightning's vivid glare,

To build a visionary shrine, [brought.
O'crhang th: cragsy road,

Hung with unfading How'rs, from fairy regions And white hollow as they wave;

What though refus'd cach chantcd rite ? Within a solitary grave,

Here vicwless mourners shall delight A wretched Suicide holds his accurs'd abode.

To touch the thadowy Thell : Lowr'd the grim morn, in murky dics

And Petrarci's harp, that wept the doom Damp mults involv'd the scowling skies,

Of Laura, lost in early bloom,
And dimm’d the struggling day;

In melancholy toncs shall ring his pensive knella As by the brook that ling'ring laves

To foothc a lone, unhallow'd Made, Yon ruth-grown moor with fable waves,

This votive dirge sad duty paid, Full of the dark rcfolve he took his fullen way.

Within an ivy'd nouk : I in.ark'd his desultory pace,

Sudden the half-funk orb of day His gestures strange, and varying face,

More radiant shot its parting ray, [took: With inany a mutter'd found;

And thus a cherub-voice my charm'd attention And ah! too late aghast I view'd

Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praise; The reeking blade, the hand embru'd :

“ Nor thus for guilt in specious lays He fell, and groaning gralp'd in agony the ground.

“ The wreath of glory twine : Full many a melancholy night

“ In vain with hues of gorgeous glow He watch'd the flow return of light;

“ Gay Fancy gives her vest to fow, [confine. And fought the pow'rs of sleep,

“ Un!cís truth's matron-hand the floating folds To spread a momentary ealm O'er his fad couch, and in the balm

“ Just Heaven, man's fortitude to prove, Of bland oblivion's dew's his burning eyes to steep.

“ Permits through life at large to rove

". The tribes of hell-born woe : Full oft, unknowing and unknown, He wore his endless noons alone,

“Yet the fame Pow'r that wisely sends

“ Life's fierceft ills, indulgent lends Amid th'autumnal wood : Oft was he wont, in hasty fit,

“ Rcligion's golden shield tobrcakth'embattled foe.

“ Her aid divine had lullid to rest Abrupt the focial board to quit, And gazewith eagerglance upon thetumblingflood.

“ Yon foul telf-murtherer's throbbing breast, Beck'ning the wretch to torments new,

“ And stay'd the rising storm:

“ Had bade the fun of hope appear Despair, for ever in his view, A spectre pale, appeard;

“ To gild the darken'd hemisphere,

sform. While, as the shades of eve arose

“ And give the wonted bloom to nature's blasted And brought the day's unwelcome close,

“ Vain man! 'ois Heaven's prerogative Alore horribleand huge her giant-fhape thercar'd.

“ To take, what first it dvign'd to give, • Is this,' miitaken Scorn will cry,

Thy tributary breath : “ Is this the youth, whose genius high

“ In awful expectation plac'd, “ Could build the genuine rhyme ?

“ Await thy doom, nor impious haste “ Whole bolom mild the fav’ring Muse

“ To pluck from God's right hand his inftruis “ Had ford with all her ample views,

“ ments of death." Parent of faireft decds, and purposes sublime?" Ah! from the Muse that bolom mild § 66. Odde. Sent to a friend, on his leaving a faBy treaclı'rous magic was beguild,

vourite Village in Hampbire. T. WARTON. To firike the duathful blow:

AH, mourn thy lov'd retreat ! No more She fili'd his soft ingenuous mind

Shall classic steps thy scenes explore ! With many a fveling too refin'd, (woe. When morn's pale rays but faintly peep And sous'd i liveber pangs his wakeful funfe of lo'er yonder oak-crown'd airy steep,


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