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Fair Virtue's offspring, Pleasure, lovely ward Yet now the scene in diff'rent guise appears!
WhereCherwell's placid stream irriguous Hows;
Where Isis, wand'ring thro’ the dewy mead,
On the gay plains fertility bestows.
Oft have I view'd, immers'd in soothing thought,
Uprear’d by ancient hands the mally pile; Be thine deserts as high, the gen'rous aim
The Gothic turret high, the Saxon vault, From man to merit, not folicit, fame;
The painted window, and the lengthen d ailc.
Achaian models too I've frequent trac'd,
Where Attic taste and harmony combine.
The roof with Bodley's rev'rend name inscrib'd; “ A golden mean what modern wight enjoys ? And plentcous stores of knowledge are imbib'd: “ For homefjun virtues ransack hift'ry now: “ Back to young Rome's Dictator, at the plough.” How oft, well plcas'd, I've turn’d the varied page, From Fashion's taint and dillipation free,
My mind detach'd from ev'ry futile joy, With such plain puts retir'd as **** and me,
From giddy vanities that life engage,
Follies that vex, and forrows that annoy;
Forgot all envy, pride, and jealous strife,
Where health attends the clear salubrious air; § 121. Efusions on quitting an Academic Life. Retirement left, I seek a diff'rent home,
And to the gay metropolis repair.
Currit in inmensum panda carina salum.
ADIEU, ye facred walls, ye lofty tow'rs,
§ 122. Address to Sensibility.
H Sensibility! Thou busy nurse
Of inj’ries once receiv’d, why wilt thou feed
Than thote which writh'd round Priain's priestly
I feel them here! They rend my panting breast; Grateful I venerate those honour'd names, But I will tear them thence : ah ! effort vain!
Who patroniz'd fair Learning's infant cause; Disturb'd they grow rapacious, while their fangs Who nobly dar'd to vindicate her claims Strike at poor Memory ; wounded the deplores
To just regard, distinction, and applause. Her ravish'd joys, and murmurs o'er the past. 'Midst the illustrious groupe an Alfred shines;
Why shrinksmy soul within these prison walls*, Alfred the just, the virtuous, and the great;
Where wretches' thake their chains ? Ill-fated Whomingled with the wreath that conquefttwines youth!
The caies of science, and the toils of state. Why does thinc eye run wildly o'er my form, Tho' in these feats dim Superstition reign'd,
Pointed with fond enquiry? 'Tis not me
Thy restless thought would find. The filent tear
Steals gently down his check: ah! could my arms
And the free mind in abject fetters bound; Intensible to tympathy : Farewel. Tho' with thin fophiftry, and jargon rude, Lamented being! ever loft to liope,
All common sense they labour'd to confound : l I leave thce, yca despair myself of cure.
For, oh, my bosom bleeds, while griefs like § 123. Address to Indifference. thine
Mrs. YEARSLEY. Increase the recent pang. Pensive I rove, More wounded than the hart whose fide yet holds The deadly arrow: Friendship, boast no more
INDIFF'RENCE, come! thy torpid juices shed
On my keen sense : plunge deep my wounded Thy hoard of joys, o'er which my soul oft hung,
heart Like the too anxious miser o'er his gold. In thickeit apathy, till it congeal, My treasures all are wreck'd; I quit the scene
Or inix with thee incorp'rate. Come, thou fos Where haughty Insult cut the sacred ties
To sharp sensation, in thy cold embrace Which long had held us. Cruel Julius ! take
A death-like slumber shall a respite give My last edicu. The wound thou gav'st is death, To iny long restless soul, tost on extreme, Nor canst e'en thou recal my frighted sense
From bliss to pointed woe. gentie Pow'r! With Friendship’s pleasing found; yet will I clasp Dear substitute of Patience ! thou canst case Thy valued image to my aching mind,
The Soldier's toil, the gloomy Captive's chain, And viewing that, forgive thee; will deplore The blow that sever'd two congenial fouls !
The Lover's anguish, and the Mifer's fear.
Proud Beauty will not own thee! her loud boast Officious Sensibility ! 'tis thine
Is Virtue-while thy chilling breath alone To give the finest anguish, to diffolve
Blows o'er her soul, bidding her paflions sleep. The drofs of spirit; till, all essence, the Retines on real woe; from thence extracts
Miftaken cause! the frozen Fair denies Sad unexisting phantoms, never seen.
Thy saving influence. Virtue never lives
But in the bofom struggling with its wound: Yet, dear ideal mourner, be thou near There the supports the confict, there augments When on Lysander's tears I silent
The pang of hopeless Love, the senseless flab Then, with thy viewless pencil, form his figh,
Of gaudy Ign’rance, and more deeply drives His deepest groan, his forrow-tinged thought, The poison'd dart, hurld by the long-lov’d friend; With immaturc, impatience, cold despair, Then pants with painful Victory. Bear me hence, With all the tort’ring images that play,
Thou antidote to pain! thy real worth In sable hue, within his wasted mind.
Mortals can never know. What's the vain boast And when this dreary group shall mect my In her best transports lives a latent sting;
Of Sensibility but to be wretched ? thought, Oh! throw my pow'rs upon a fertile space,
Which wounds as they expire. On her high Where mingles ev'ry varied soft relief.
heights Without thee, I could offer but the dregs
Our souls can never sit; the point so nice, Of vulgar confolation; from her cup
We quick fly off-secure but in descent. He turns the eye, nor dare it foil his lip!
To Sensibility, what is not bliss Raise thou my friendly hand; mix thou the Is woe. No placid medium's ever held draught
Beneath her torrid line, when ftraining high More pure than ether, as ambrosia clear, The fibres of the foul. Of Pain, or Joy, Fit only for the soul; thy chalice fill
She gives too large a share; but thou, more kind, With drops of sympathy, which swiftly fall Wrapp'st up the heart from both, and bidd'st it rest From my afflicted hcart: yet-yet beware, In ever-with’d-for case. By all the pow'rs Nor stoop to seize from Passion's warmer clime Which move within the mind for diff'rent ends, A pois'nous sweet-Bright cherub, fafely rove I'd rather lose inyself with thee, and share Thro' all the deep recesses of the soul !
Thine happy indolence, for one short hour, Float on her raptures, deeper tinge her wocs, Than live of Sensibility the tool Strengthen emotion, higher waft her figh, For endless ages. Oh! her points have pierc'd Sit in the tearful orb, and ardent gaze
My soul, till like a sponge it drinks up woe.
Then leave me, Sensibility! be gone,
Thou chequer'd angel! Seek the soul refind : Oh Sensibility! defenceless hails
I hate thee, and thy long progressive brood
Of joys and miseries. Soft Indiff'rence, come ! who
In this low cottage thou thalt be my guest, A rule for sentiment, if rules there are,
Till Death shuts out the hour: here down I'll fnk (For much I doubt, my friends, if rule e'er held With thee upon my couch of homely rush, Capacious sentiment) ye sure can point
Which fading forms of Friendthip, Love, or Hore, My mind to joys that never touch'd the heart.
Must ne'er approach. Ah! quickly hide, thou What is this joy? Where does its essence rest? Ah! felf-confounding fophifts, will ye dare
Those dcar intruding images! Oh seal
My freezing supplication.--All is fill.
Idea (mother'd leaves iny mind a waste,
Where Scafibility mult lose her prey.
$ 124. Morning; or, the Complaint. An Ame- Th'affrighted maids in vain the gods'implore, rican Eclogue.
GREGORY. And weeping view from far the happy shore ;
The frantic dames impatient ruffians seize,
And infants shriek, and clasp their mothers knees; Tho' Pennsylvania boasts her peaceful plain,
With galling fetters foon their limbs are bound, Yet there in blood her petty tyrants reign.
And groans throughout the noisome bark resound.
Why was I bound! why did not Whydah see With waving pines tho'vocal woods be crown'd, Adala gain or death or victory! And stream-fed vales with living wealth abound, No ftorms arise, no waves revengeful roar, To golden fields tho' ripening rays descend, To dalh the monsters on our injur'd thore. With bluihing fruit tho' loaded branches bend; Long o'er the foaming deep to worlds unknown, To those who ne'er must freedom's blettings taste, By envious winds the bulky veslel's blown, 'Tis barren all, 'tis all a worthless waste. While by disease and chains the weak expire,
While hoarse the cataraťt murmur'd on the gale, Or parch'd endure the flow consuming fire. And chilling dews firept through the murky dale; Who'd in this land of many sorrows live, Along the hills the difinal tempeít howl'd, Where death's the only comfort tyrants give? And lightnings fath d,and deep the thunder rollid; Tyrants unblett! Each proud of strict command, Beneath a leadless tree, ere morn arose,
Nor age nor fickness holds the iron hand; The slave Adala thus laments his woes: Whole hearts, in adamant involv'd, despise Ye grilly spretres, gather round my seat, The drooping female's tears, the infant's cries, From caves unbleft, that wretches groans repeat! Fromwhole stern brows no gratefullook e'er beams, Terrific forms, from mitty lakes arise !
Whofc blushless front nor rape nor murder shames.
Lifthighthefcourge,my soulthe rack disdains; llc has no wife, no lovely offspring loft.
Gay his savannah blooms, while mine appears
Scorch'd up with heat, or moist with blood and tears. With limbs benumb’d my poor companions lic; Cheerful his hearth in chilling winter burns, Opprefs'd by pain and want the aged figli;
While to the storm the sad Adala mourns.
Lift high the scourge,my soul the rack disdains; In mad’ning draughts our lords their fentes fteep; I pant for freedom and my native plains ! And doom their llaves to stripes and death in sleep:
Shall I his holy prophet's aid implore,
And wait for justice on another shore ?
Or, rushing down yon mountain's craggy steep,
End all my sorrows in the sullen deep?
A cliff there hangs in yon grey morning cloud,
The dashing wave beneath roars harsh and loud Nature's plain dictates! ignorance of vice!
But doubts and fears involve my anxious mind, O guiltless hours! Our cares and wants were few, The gulf of death once pafs'd, what shore we find. No arts of luxury or deceit we knew.
Dubious, if lent beyond th’expanded main, Our labour, sport—to tend our cottage care, This soul thall seek its natire realms again : Or from the palm the luscious juice prepare;
Or if in gloomy mists condemn'd to lic, To fit indulging love's delusive dream,
Beyond the limits of yon arching sky. And snare the filver tenants of the stream;
A better prospect oft my spirit cheers, Or (nobler toil!) to aim the deadly blow
And in my dreams the vale of peace appears, With dext'rous art against the spotted foe;
And Accting visions of my former life: O days with youthful daring mark’d! 'twas then
My hoary lire 1 clasp, my long-lost wife, I dragg’d the shaggy monster from his den,
And oft í kiss my gentle babes in sleep, And boldly down the rocky mountain's fide,
Till with the founding whip I'm wak'd to weep. Hurl'd the grim panther in the foaming tide. Our healthful sports a daily fcast afford,
Lifthighthe scourge,my foultherack disdains; And even still found us at the social board.
I pant for freedom and my native plains ! Can I forget, ah me! the fatal day,
Chiefs of the earth, and monarchs of the sea, When half the vale of peace was swept away! Who vaunt your hardy ancestors were free; * The Quakers in America have set fiec all their Negroes, and allow them wages as other servants.
Whofe teachers picad th' opprefs'd and injurd's
No crimes this hcart infeft, this hand defile,
A murder'd wife, and wrongs unmatch'd I mourn,
Not the rich produce of Angola's shore,
Not all the miler's heap'd and glittering store, And all the torments that from bondage fiow,
Not all that pride would grasp, or pomp display,
No traitors dwell within this blest domain,
Thy lov'd Mombaze yet survives in me.
Canst thou forget : I taught thy youth to dare
The fylvan herd, and wage the defp'rate war.
Distrust me not, but unreferv'd disclose
The anxious tale that in thy bosom glows.
And social forrows blunt the darts of fate.
Dear to my light that form, and doubly dear
Thy well-known accents meet Zamboia's ear. Dart fiercest rage! infect the ambient air !
O! had I died, and left the name of Nave This pallid race, whose hearts are bound in steel, Deep, deep entomb’d within an early grave! By dint of suffering teach them how to feel.
() ! had I died, cre ruthless fites contrain, Or, to fome despot's lawless will betray'd,
With thee enthralld, to ciofs the western main! Give them to know what wretches they have made
!! to have met a glorious death in arms,
And ic'er beheld Melinda's fatal charins !
To dwell distinctly on the various tale.
Tedious to tell what treach'rous arts were tried,
To footh the smart of still revolting pride.
No joy but ono to cheer a life of pain.
Yet witness bear, thou dear departed ghost,
That loncly rov'lt thy Gambia's sacred coast! Nor one fond wish arilc that pleads for peace
How Twect'thie toil that met the morning's ray, Till, with their crimes in wild confufion hurl'd, How light the labour that o'er-lasted day! They wake t'eternal anguish in a future world. The reed-built hovel, and the scanty fare,
Imperial bliss could give, Melinda there! § 125. Evening, or the Fugitive. An Ameri- When o'er-preis d Nature droop'd in want of rest!
Soft was my piliow, on thy gentle breast,
And if a rebel tcar dilgrac'd my eye,
Thine was the tear, and thine the bursting figh.
When length’ning Thades announce the close of But bliss too grcat for hapless slaves to last.
And cruelty in himn inost cruel fhcw'd.
T' invade the chasteness of my marriage bed :
* This Eclogue was written during the American war.
Meanwhile, o'erjoy'd that vice e'cn once had fail'd, Disjoin'd from thec, I too to flavery went ;
The baffled villain, now a foe profets'd, He seems as Virtue's felf in mortal guise ;
O! had the grief and shame been all my own, By inorning's dawn with carneat foot I speed,
So talk'd these friends, and to the cottage haficz
And pray'rs, and tears, and promises arc vain:
The public shame, and agony of pain ;
Whose walls of mud scarce bear the brokeil
door; And tics me down awhile io hatcd life. Elfe this bold hand should liberty rettore,
There, where the putrid vapours fagging plav, And my rape spirit feck a happier shore.
And the dull wheel hums doletul thro' the day: Thro' devious paths with timid haste wc fly,
There children dwell who know no parents care; Where
Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there; yon blue mountains meet the bending sky. Heart-broken matrons on their joyless lcd, Nor ferpents haunts I drcad, nor defarts drear,
Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed;
Dejected widows with unheeded tears,
And cripplcd age with more than childhood fears!
Here too the fick their final doom receive, To rend, inhuman, all the social tres?
Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grieve: From guiltless joys, that bless’d our native soil, Where the loud groans from some sad chamber Dragg'd to a life of misery and toil ;
flow, Would you yet take the little God has given, Mixt with the clamours of the crowd below; And intercept the gracious dews of Heaven? Here forrowing they cach kindred sorrow scan, Your rage
for blood, wild as your thirst of gain, And the cold charities of man to man: Shall no respects, not truths divine, restrain : Whose laws indeed for ruin'd age provide, Th' eternal fabric can a name undo?
And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from
Who with mock-patience dire complaints endure,
Which real pain, and that alone, can cure ;
* A higher reward is generally offered for the bead of a fugitive negro, than for bringing him alive..