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Versid in the woes and vanities of life, To make humanity the minister
Thus, in his graver vein, the friendly fage
taught Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attain d.
Truths as refin'd as ever Athens heard ;
He knew, as far as reason can controul
Form'd in the school of Pæon, I relate
Know then, whatever chcciful and serene Were these exhaustless, Nature would grow fick; Supports the mind, supports the body too. And, cloy'd with picasure, fqueamihly complain Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel That all was vanity, and life a dream.
Is Hope, the balm and life-blood of the foul: Let nature reft: be buty for yourself,
It pleases, and it latts. Indulgent Heaven
Of rugsed life to lead us patient on,
But there are paflions grateful to the breast,
Love in such bofoms never to a fault
Or rains or plcafes. But, ye finer fouls,
Absence, distrutt, or even with anxious joy,
for glory, build your fame The wholesome appetites and pow'rs of life On this foundation, which the fecret Thuck Diffolve in languor. The coy ftomach loaths Defies of Envy and all-lapping Time.
The genial board; your cheerful days are gone;
And waite your youth in mufing. Musing first
And you're undone, the fatal fhaft has fped,
Each manly virtue, and grows dead to fame.
In wanton and unmanly tenderness,
Adds bloom to health; o'er ev'ry virtue lheds Envy, or ignominy, or tender grief,
Slowly defcends, and ling'ring, to the shades.
For, as the body thro' unnumber'd strings Unnerves the body, and unmans the foul. Reverberates each vibration of the soul; And some have died for love, and fome run mad; As is the paffion, such is fill the pain Androme with desp'ratc hand themselves have slain. The body feels; or chronic, or acute. Somc to extinguish, others to prevent,
And oft a sudden storm at once n'erpow'rs A mad devotion to one dang'rous Fair,
The life, or gives your reason to the winds. Court all they meet; in hopes to diflipate Such fates attend the rafh alarm of fear, The cares of love amongst an hundred brides. And sudden grief, and rage, and sudden jov. Th'event is doub ful: for there are who find · There are, meantime, to whoin the boist'rous fis A cure in this; there are who find it not. Is health, and only fills the sails of lifc; 'Tis no relict, alas! it rather galls
For where the mind a torpid winter leads, The wound, to those who are sincerely sick. Wrapt in a body corpulent and cold, For while from fer'rith and tumultuvus joys And cach clogy'd function lazily moves on, The nerves grow languid, and the foui fubfides, A generous tally spurns th’incumbent load, The tender fancy smarts with ev'ry fing, Unlocks the breast, and gives a cordial glow. And what was icve before is madness now. But, if your wrathful blood is apt to boil, Is health your care, or luxury your aim ? Or are your nerves too irritably itrung, Be temperate still : when Nature bids, obey; Wave all dispute ; be cautious if you joke, Her wild impatient sallies bear no cuib:
Keep Lent for cver, and forfivear the bowl; But when the prurient habit of delight,
For one rath moment sends you to the shades, Or Icote imagination, spurs you on
Or shatters ev'ry hopeful scheme of lifc, To deeds above your strength, impute it not And gives to horror all your days to come. To Nature; Nature all compulfion hates. Fate, arm'd with thunder, fire, and ev'ry plague Ah! let nor luxury nor vain renown
That ruins, tortures, or distracts mankird, Urge you to fcats you well might sleep without; And makes the happy wretched, in an huur To make what should be rapture a fatigue, O'erwhelms you not with woes 10 horrible A tedious taik ; nor in the wanton arms As your own wrath, nor gives more fudden hlows. Of twining Lais melt your manhood down. While choler works, good friend, you may be For from the colliquiation of soft joys
wrong ; How chang d you rise! the gheft of what you was! Distrust yourielf, and sleep before you fight. Languid and inclancholy, gaunt and wan, 'Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave; Your cins exhaustest, and your nerves uuftrung. If honour bids, to-morrow kill or die. Spoil'd of its baim and sprightly zuli, the blood But calm advice against a raging fit Grows vapid phlegm ; along the render nerves Avails too little; and it braves the pow'r (To cach ilight impulfe tremblingly awake) Of all that ever taught in profe or long, A subtle fiend that inimics all the plagues, To tame the fiend that sleeps a gentle lamb, Rapid and restless, springs from part to part. And wakis a lion. Unprovok'd and calın, The blooming honours of your youth are fallen; You rcaton well, fue as you ought to fce, Your vigour pines; your vital pow'rs decay; And wonder at the madnets of mankind; Difcales haunt you ; and untimely age
Sciz'd with the common rage, you toon forget Creeps on, unfocial, impotent, and lewd. The speculation of your wiler hours. Infatuate, impious cpicure ! to waste
Belet with furies of all deadly fhapes, The fiores of pleasure, cheerfulness, and health! | Fierce and insidious, violent and flow, Infatuate all who make delight their trade, With all that urge or lure us on to fate, And coy perdition ev'ry hour pursue.
What refuge thall we feck, what arms prepare W'ho pincs with love, or in lafcivious flames Where rcalon proves too weak, or void of wiles, Consumes, is with his own content undone ; To cope with łub:le or impetuous pow'rs, He chutes to be wretched, to be mad,
I would invoke new pallions to your aid; And warn'd proceeds and wilful to his fate. With indignation would extinguit fear, But there's a passion, whole tempettuous tway: With fear ir generous pity vanquish sage, Tears up each virtue planted in the breast, And love with pride; and force to force oppose. And Thakes to ruin proud Philofophy.
There is a charm, a pow'r that fivays the breast; For pale and trembling Anger rushes in, Bids every pallion revel or be still; With faultcring speech, and eyes that wildly starc; | Iufpires with rage, or all your cares diffolves; Fierce as the tiger, madder than the feas, Can footh diftračtiin, and almost despair. Dusperate, and arm’d with more than human That pow'r is music: far beyond the stretch strength.
Of those unmeaning warblers on our stage; How soon the calm, humane, and polith'd man Those clumty lacrocs, those fat-headed gods, Forgets compunction, and starts up a fiind ! Who move no pallion juftly but contempt; Who pines in love, or wastes with filent cares, Who, like our dancers cigle indeed and fiong'?,
Do wondrous feats, but never heard of grace. To Contemplation's sober eye
Shall end where they began.
But futter thro' life's little day, Of idiot notes impertinently long.
In fortune’s varying colours drest:
Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance,
Methinks I hear, in accents low,
The sportive kind reply ;
Poor mora ist! and what art thou?
A lolita y fly!
Thy joys no glitt’ring female meets,
No hive haft thou of hoarded sweets,
No painted plumage to display :
On hafty wings thy youth is flown ;
Thy fun is fet, thy spring is goncm
We frolic while 'tis May.
$ 69. Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Music exalts euch joy, allays each grief,
drowned in a Tub of Gold Fibes. Expels dilcafes, fuftens ev ry pain,
GRAY. Subclues the rage of poifon, and the plague;
'TWAS on a lofty vase's fide, And hence the wife of ancient days ador'd
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flow'rs that blow;
The pensive Selima, reclind,
Gaz'd on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declar'd;
The fair round face, the snowy beard, Disclose the long-expected flow’rs,
The velvet of her paws ! And wake the purple year!
Her coat that with the tortoise vies, The Attic wai bler pours her throat,
Her cars of jet, and em'rald eyes, Responsive to the cuckoo's note,
She faw, and purr'd applaufe. The untaught harmony of spring;
Still had the gaz'd; but ’midst the tide While, whip'ring pleasure as they fly,
Two angel forms were seen to glide, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky
The Genii of the stream : Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue, Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
Thro' richest purple, to the view
Betray'd a golden gleam.
A whisker first, and then a claw,
With many an ardent with, With me the Muse shall fit, and think
She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize : (At cafe reclin d in rustic state)
What female heart can gold despite ? How vain the ardour of the crowd,
What cat's averse to hith? How low, how little are the proud,
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent How indigent the great !
Again the stretchd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulph between :
(Malignant Fate fat by and smild); Yet, hark, how thro' the peopled air
The flipp’ry verge her feet beguild, The busy murmur glaws !
She tumbled headlong in. The infect youth are on the wing,
Eight times emerging from the food, Eager to taste the honey'd spring,
She mew'd to ev'ry wat'ry god, And float amid the liquid noon :
Some speedy aid to fend. Some lightly o’er the current skim,
No dolphin caie, no Nereid stirr'd; Some shew their gaily-gilded trim
Nor cruel Tom nór Susan heard Quick-glancing to the sun,
A fay’rite has no friend!
From hence, ye beauties, undeceiv'd,
Yet see, how all around 'em wait
The ministers of human fate,
And black Misfortune's baleful train !
To seize their prey, the muru'rous band ! Nor all that glitters, gold.
Ah, tell them they are men !
These shall the fury pallions tcar,
GRAY. Disdainful anger, pallid fear,
And thame that ikulks behind ;
Or pining love shall waste their youth,
Or jealousy with rankling tooth,
That inly gnaws the fecret heart;
And envy wan, and faded care,
And sorrow's piercing dart.
Ambition this shall tempt to rise ;
Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter scorn a sacrifice,
And grinning infamy.
The itings of falsehood those fall try,
That mocks the tear it forc'd to How;
And kein remorfe with blood defil'd,
And moody madness laughing wild
Amid feverest woe.
Lo! in the vale of years, beneath,
A grilly troop are seen,
The painful family of Death,
More hideous than their
qucen : Full many a sprightly race,
This racks the joints, this fires the veins,
That ev'ry labouring finew strains,
Those in the deeper vitals rage :
Lo! poverty, to fill the band,
That numbs the soul with icy hand,
And flow-consuming age.
To each his suff'rings: all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan ;
The tender for another's pain,
Th’unfeeling for his own.
Yet, ah! why should they know their fate?
And happiness too swiftly files.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wilc.
§ 71. Ode to Adverhty. GRAY. Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed,
DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless pow'r, Leis pleafug when poffcft;
Thou tamer of the human breast, The tear forgot as soon as shed,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the beit !
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain;
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
When first thy Sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design'd,
To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year the bore ;
What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know, Quench'd in dark clouds of sumber lie And from her own the learnt to melt at others woe. The terror of his beak, and lightning of his eye. Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly
I. 3. Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Thee the voice, the dance obcy, Wild laughter, noise, and thoughtless joy, Temper d to thy warbled lay. And leave us leisure to be good.
O'er Idalia's velvet grecn
The rosy-crowned loves are seen
With antic sports, and blue-eyed pleasures,
Now pursuing, now retreatings Immers'd in rapt rous thought profound,
Now in circling troops they meet ; And Melancholy, filent maid,
To brisk notes in cadence bcating, With Icaden eye that loves the ground,
Glance their many-twinkling fout. Still on thy folemn steps attend;
Slow meluing strainstheirQueen's approach diciare: Warm Charity, the general friend,
Where'er the turns, the Graces hoinage pay. With Justice, to hertelf severe,
With armıs sublime, that float upon the air, And Pity, dropping soft the fadly-pleasing tear. In gliding ftate the wins her caly way: Ch, gently on thy suppliant's head,
C'er her warm check, and rising buiom, more Dread Goddess, say thy chast’ning hand !
The bloom of young desire,and purplelightoflore, Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
II. 1. Nor circled with the vengeful band
Man's fecble racc what ills await! (As by the impious thou art seen)
Labour, and penury, the racks of pain, With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien, Ditcaic, and jorrow's weeping train;
With screaming Horror's fun’ral cry, And death, sad refuge from the storms of fate! Despair, and fell Disease, and ghaftly Poverty. The fond complaint, my fong, difprove, Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
And justify the laws of Jove. Thy milder influence impart ;
Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse ? Thy philofophic train be there
Night, and all her fickily dows, To foften, not to wound, my heart.
Hier fpectres wan, and birds of boding cry, The gen'rous fpark extinct revive;
He gives to range the dreary sky:
Till down the castern cliffs afar
Hyperion's march they fpy, and glitt'ring shafts
of war. Wl'hat otheis arc, to feel; and know myself a man.
In clincs betond the solar road, § 72. The Progress of Poefy. A Pindaric Ode. Where thaggy formso'erice-buiit mountains roam,
The Mute has broke the twilight gloom,
To cheer the shiv’ring native's dull abode.
And ofi, beneath the od'rous shade
Of Chili's bourdless forests laid,
bu loole numbers, wildly ficet, A thoutand rilis their mazy progress take:, Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves. The laughing How'rs that round them blow,
Her track, where'er the goddets roves, Drink lite and fragrance as they flow.
Glory pursues, and gen'rous Mame, Now the rich streain of music winds along,
Th'unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame. Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Thro'verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign : Now rolling down the steep amain,
Woods, that wave o’er Delphi's ftcep; Headlong, iippetuous, see it pour;
Iles, that crown th' Egean duep; The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar. Fields, that cool Iliflus laves,
Or where Mæander's amber waves
Ir ling‘ring lab'rinths crcep, o fovereign of the willing foul,
How do your tureful echoes languish,
Were each old poetic mountain
Ev'ry thade and halloiv'd funtain
Murmur'd deep a folemn found :
Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains, Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king Alike thcy fcorn the pomp of tyrant pow'r, With ruffled plumes, and fagging wing: And coward vice, that revels in her chains.