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All burst to fight! while glancing on the vicw,
Where the rock totters o'er the headtong dcep;
What phantoms bath'd in infant gore
Stand mutt'ring on the dizzy steep!
Their murmur shakes the zephyr's wing!
The storm obeys their pow'rful spell;
Sce, from his gloomy cell
Fierce Winter starts! his scowling eye
Blots the fair mantle of the breathing Spring,
And lowers along the ruffled sky.
To the deep vault the yelling harpies run ģ;
Dim thro' the black glooin winks the glimmering Then flam’d Miranda on th’enraptur'd gaze,
fun, Then fail'd bright Ariel on the bat’s fleet wing: And the pale furnace gleams with brimstone blue. Or starts the list’ning throng in still amaze,
Hell howls; and fiends that join the dire acclaim The wild note trembling on th' aërial string ! Dance on the bubbling tide, and point the livid The form, in Heaven's resplendent vesture gay,
flame. Floats on the mantling cloud, and pours the
But, ah! on Sorrow's cypress bough
Can Beauty breathe her genial bloom ?
On Death's cold cheek will passion glow?
Or Music warble from the toinb?
There sleeps the Bard, whose tuneful tongue
Pour'd the full stream of mazy fong.
Young Spring, with lip of ruby, here
Show'rs from her lap the bluthing year;
While along the turf reclinod,
The Loves, with forward gesture bold,
Sprinkle the fod with spangling gold;
And oft the blue-eyed Graces trim
Oft too, when eve demure and still
Sweet Fancy pours the plaintive strain ;
Or, wrapt in soothing dream,
[plain, The beauteous shapes appear;
Hears the low-murinuring gale that dies along the
§ 116. Ode to Time : occafioned by seeing the
Ruins of an Old Castle. OGILVIE.
Sit'st on yon folitary spire !
Or flowly thak'it the founding dome,
Or hear'st the wildly-warbling lyre ;
Say, when thy musing soul
Bids distant tiines unroll,
[hair. Strcams down thy hoary check the pity-darting Bares his time-blasted lead, and tears his silver tear
* Ariel : see the Tempeft.
+ See the Midsummer Night's Dream. § The Witches in Macbeth.
Or waving woods detain the lightCart o'er yon trackless waste thy wand'ring eye: When from the gloomy cave of night Yon hill, whose gold-illumin’d brow,
Some cloud fiveeps shadowy o'er the dusky skies, Just trembling thro' the bending sky,
And wraps the flying scene, that fades, and swims, O'erlooks the boundless wild below;
and dies. Once bore the branching wood That o'er yon murm’ring flood
Lo! rising from yon dreary tomb,
And voice that inoans with feeble wail!
Wailing wild with shricks of woe
O'er the bones that rest below!
Or stand with thin robes waiting foon,
Ere Death's fell arm had mark'd its aim;
Beheld the trembling swains obey: Lightly glance along the wall;
And wrought the glorious deed that swell?d the Or beneath yon ivy'd tow'r,
trump of Fame. At the filent midnight hour,
III. Stand array'd in spotless white,
But why o'cr thcfe indulge the bursting figh? And ftain the dulky robe of Night;
Feels not each fhrub the tempeft's pow'r? Or with low solemn pauses roam
Rocks not the dome when whirlwinds fly? b'er the long-founding hollow dome!
Nor shakes the hill when thunders roar Say, mid yon desart folitary round,
Lo! mould'ring, wild, unknown,
What tumbling chaos marks the waste of Time!
Yon waste where roaming lions howl,
Shows the proud Persian's great abode ';
Where scepter'd once, an earthly god! Pour'd on the heart-struck Mying Dane !
His pow'r-clad arm contrould each happier clime,
Where sports the warbling Mule, and Fancy soars
Hark! what dire found rolls murm’ring on the Yon defart gleam'd with shining arms !
Ah! what foul-thrilling scene appears : [gale? While on the bleak hill's bright'ning spire
I see the column'd arches fail! Bold Vict'ry Ham'd, with eyes of fre;
And structures hoar, the boast of years ! Her limbs celestial robes infold,
What mould'ring piles decay'd
Glcam thro' the moon-streak'd shade,
Where Rome's proudGeniusrear dherawful brow!
Rolls on the dust, and pours a tear;
Pale Honour drops the flutt'ring plume, But, ah! what hand the smiling prospect brings? And Conquest weeps o'er Catar's tomb; What voice recals th’expiring day?
Slow Patience fits with eye deprest, See, darting swift on cagle-wings,
And Courage beats his sobbing breast; The glancing moment bursts away!
Ev'n War's red check the gushingstreamso'erflow, So from some mountain's head,
And Fancy's litt’ning car attends the plaint of
Lo, on yon pyramid fublime,
Blcak, naked, wild! where ruin low'rs,
Mid fanes, and wrecks, and tumbling tow'rs:
On the steep height waste and bare,
Where, thro’ the mantling boughs, afar
Glimmers the filver-streaming itar;
And, shower'd from ev'ry ruitling blade,
The loose light floats along the shade :
So hov'ring o'er the human scene
Gay Pleasure sports with brow serene;
By Fancy beam'd, the glancing ray
Shoots, Hutters, gleams, and fleets away:
Floats all the busy bustling mind;
While Memory's unstain'd leaves retain
No trace from all th' ideal train.
Invites to breathe the purer air !
Oh when the cowslip-icented gale
Steals o'er the flow'r-enameli'd dale ! Loose Ease reclines her downy head;
How bleft! by fairy-haunted stream
To melt in wild ecstatic dream;
Die to the pictur’d with, or hear
(Breath'd loft on Fancy's trembling ear)
Such lays by angel harps ruhind,
As half un hain the fiutt'ring mind,
And all its pinions itretch to foar.
Lo! where the fun's broad orb withdrawn
Skirts with pale gold the dusky lawn;
While, led by ev'ry gentler pow'r,
Steals the flow, solemn, musing hour.
Let me mark the scene below;
Where feebly glancing thro' the gloom
Yon myrtle shades the filent tomb:
Not far, beneath the evening bcam
The dark lake rolls his azure stream,
Groves, meads, and spires, and forests bare,
When, rapt to ecstasy, his eye
All heaven unfolding to his sight!
Gay forms that swim in foods of light!
The fun-pav'd floor, the balmy clime,
Lo, where thy meek-eyed train attend ! The tow'rs in glitt'ring pomp display'd-
He starts but from his eager gaze
Black clouds obscure the lefiening rays;
On the airy mount reclin'd
What wishes soothe the musing mind !
How soft the velvet lap of Spring!
How fwect the Zephyr's violet wing!
Goddess of the plaintive song,
That leads the melting heart along;
Reach Contemplation's lonely bow'r;
And call the sage with tranced sight
To climb the mountain's steepy height;
To wing the kindling with, or spread
" Oh sent from heaven to haunt the grove, O’er Thought's pale check enliv’ning red; “ Where squinting Envy ne'er can come! Come, hoary Pow'r with serious eye,
“ Nor pines the check with luckless love,
“ But spotless Beauty, rob’d in white, When sweeter hopes each pow'r controul,
“ Sits on yon moss-grown hill reclin'd; And quiet whispers to the soul,
“ Serene as hicaven's unsullied light, Now fiveep from life th’illusivé train
“ And pure as Delia's gentle mind. That dance in Folly's dizzy brain ;
“ Grant, Heavenly Pow'r! thy peaceful sıray Bc Reason's simple draught portray'd,
“ May still my ruder thoughts controul;
“ Far in the shady sweet retreat And Phrenzy watch the fading moon;
“ Let Thought bcuuile the ling’ring hour; Paint Superstition's starting eye,
“ Let Quiet court the mosly feat, And Wit that leers with gesture sy;
“ And twining olives form the bow'r. Let Censure whet her venom'd dart,
“ Let dove-eyed Peace her wreath bestow, And green-eyed Envy gnaw the heart;
“ And oft sit list’ning in the dale, Let Pleasure' lie on flow'rs reclin'd,
" While Night's sweet warbler from the bougla While Anguilh ainis her shaft behind.
“ Tells to the grove her plaintive talc. Hail, Sire sublime, whose hallow'd cave Howls to the hoarse deep's dashing wave;
“ Soft as in Delia's snowy breast, Thee Solitude to Phabus bore,
“ Let each consenting pallion move; Far on the lone deserted Thore,
“ Let Angels watch its filent rest, Where Orellano's rushing tide
" And all its blissful dreams be Love!"
§ 119. Hymn to Science.
SCIENCE ! thou fair effusive ray
From the great source of mental day,
Free, gen'rous, and refin'd,
Illumine each bewilder'd thought,
And blets my lab'ring mind.
But first with thy refiftless light And baiks enlarg'd in bcamy day.
Disperse those phantoms from my sight,
Those mimic shades of thee,
The scholiast's learning, fophift's cant, s us. Ode to Innocence. OGILVIE.
The vitionary bigot's rant, 'TWAS when the flow-declining ray
The monk's philofophy.
Oh! let thy pow'rful charm impart
The patient head, the candid heart, When by a mum’ring rill reclin'd
Devoted to thy sway; Sat wrapt in thought a wand'ring swain;
Which no weak paflions e'er mislead, Calm peace compos'd his musing mind;
Which ftill with dauntlefs steps proceed And thus he rais'd the flowing strain :
Where reason points the way. " Hail, Innocence! celestial maid !
IV. " What joys thy blushing charins reveal ! « Sweet as the arbour's cooling shade,
Give me to learn each secret cause, 11 And milder than the vernal galc.
Let Numbers, Figures, Motion's laws
Reveal'd before me stand. " On Thee attends a radiant choir,
Then to great Nature's scenes apply, “ Soft-smiling Peace, and downy Reft;
And round the globe and thio' the sky “ With Love, that prompts the warbling lyre ;
Disclose her working hand. “ And Hope, that toorhes the throbbing breaft.
Hail, Queen of Manners! Test of Truth!
Hail, charm of Age, and light of Youth !
Sweet refuge of Distress I
L’en business you can make polite,
Can give retirement its delight,
Profperity its grace.
Of pow'r, wealth, frecdom, thou the cause,
Foundress of order, cities, laws,
Of arts Inventress thou !
Without thec what were human kind?
How vast their wants, their thoughts how blind!
Their joys how mcan, how few!
Sun of the soul! thy beams unveil I
Let others fix the daring fail
On Fortune's faithless fea :
While, undeluded, happier I
From the vain tumult timely fly,
And sit in peace with thee!
§ 120. Address to a Young Gentleman at School. And cqual steps be trod,
DUNCAN. Till, from the dead corporeal mass,
ROUSĘ then, excrt thy talents, neither weak, Thro' each progreflive rank you pass
Nor 'mid the sons of dulness doom'd to sneak. To Instinct, Reason, God!
Get learning : 'tis the grace of Science fair,
That gives the lib'ral mind its noblest air.
Get Knowledge : it ensures enjoyment true,
Fit self-esteem, a claim to rev’rence due.
Get Wisdom : in her train the virtues thine,
Thy guides, with Hope and Faith, to bliss divine. Her hopes t'assure, her steps befriend,
Get Wisdom-arduous aim! not hopeless--run;
Begin: half ended is the race begun.
Flect, even at starting for the vidtor's meed,
Fly, the whole courle is glowing; ficeter speed. Mix with the policies of men,
The stripling drone, for life a driv'ler, ende And social nature's ties;
A Thame, a burthen to himself and friends.
Blank as decrepitude shall youth fit by,
Manhood unmark'd by one night merit die.
dull clown bends o'er his fork, demurs, XI.
Yawns, listless eyes the gliding stream, nor stirs ;
But waits its gliding off, that gliding still
From ages to succeedent ages will.
As idly toil these dolts, in chace as vain
Of air-gilt bubbles, pleasure, grandeur, gain. Mark what degrees in each prevail,
Ill does an carth-worm's otfal, thy pursuit, And fix the doubtful sway.
Bafe worldling, a celestial spirit suit;
Born to hold commerce with its kindred skics,
From strength to strength to glory born to rise.
- Who talks of spirit? All corporeal grown, Propitious pow'r, impart !
“* Each thinks of seeming now, of being none; Tcach me to cool my pafsion's fires,
“ A brilliant equipage, a modifh wife, Make me the judge of my defires,
“ The flutter, noise, and outside glare of life. The master of my heart.
“ In building, gard'ning, fordid is the plan, XIII.
“ That suits the rank and fortune of the man; Raise me above the vulgar breath,
“ Abjcct the taste, that stoops to things of use, Pursuit of fortune, dread of death,
« Poor the beft-order'd board, if not profuse." And all in life that's mean :
Rare noftrums these, to heal a fev'rish heart!
A&t thou the rational, the decent part,
Which truth, pure nature, and religion trace,
With moral dignity, with manly grace;