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At such a fight let all thy anguish rise;

Come vist ev'ry pious mind;
Break up, break up the fountains of thy eyes, Come pour thy joys on human kind;
Here bid thy tears in gushing torrents How,

From tin and sorrow fct us free,
Indulge thy grief, and give a loose to woc. And make thy temples worthy thee.

Weep from thy foul, till carth be drown'd; O fource of uncreated light,

Werp, till thy sorrows drench the ground. The Father's promis'd Paraclete !
Canfi thou, ungrateful man! his torment fee, Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Nor drop a tear for him, who pours his biood | Our hcarts with heavenly love inspire;
for thee

Come, and thy sacred unction bring

To tanctify us, while we iing. $ 102. A Funeral Hymn. MALLET.

Pleatious of grace, descend from high,

Rich in thy fevenfold energy!
YE midnight shades, o er nature fprtad! Thou strength of his Almighty hand,

Dumb filence of the dreary hour! Whose pow' does heaven and earth comman In honour of th'approaching dead,

Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Around your awful terrors pour.

Who doit the gift of tongues dispense,
Yes, pour around,

And crown't thy gift with eloquence !
On this pale ground,

Retine and purge our earthly parts;
Through all this deep furrounding gloom, But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts !
The fober thought,

Our frailties help, our vice controul,
The tear untaught,

Submit the lenses to the soul;
Tholt mceteft ipourners at a tomb.

And when rebellious they are grown, Lo! as the surplic'd train drew near

Then lay thy hand, and hold them down. To this last mansion of mankind,

Chase from our minds th' infeinal foc, The flow sad bell, the lable bier,

And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ;
In holy musings wrap the mind !

And, left our feet ihculd step altray,
And while their beam,

Protect and guide us in the way.
With trembling stream,

Make us eternal truths receive, attending tapers faintly dart;

And practise all that we believe :
Each mould'ring bone,

Give us thyself, that we may see
Each sculptur'd lione,

The Father, and the Son, by thee.
Strikes mute instruction to the heart !

Immortai honour, endless fame, Now let the sacred organ blow,

Attend th’Almighty Fat er's name:

The Saviour Son bé glorified,
With folemn pause, and founding Now ;
Now let the voice due measure keep,

Who for lost man's redeinption died;
In strains that figh, and words that weep;

And cqual adoration bu, Till all the vocal current blended roll,

Eternal Paraclete, to thee ! No to depress, but lift the foaring foul.

§ 104. A Night Pitce. Mifs CARTER. To lift it in the Maker's praise,

WHILE night in folemn fhade invests the pole, Who first inform'd our frame with breath; And calın reflection toothes the pensive loul, And, after some few stormy days,

While reason undisturb’d afferts her lway,
Now, gracious, gives us o'cr to Death. And life's decei:ful colours fade away ;
No King of Fears

To thee! all-conscious Presence! I devote
In him appears,

This peaceful interval of sober thought :
Who thuts the scene of human woes : Here all my better faculties confine;
Beneath his shade

And be this hour of sacred silence thine!
Securely laid,

If, ly the day's illufive fienes mified,
The dead alone find true repose.

My erring foul from virrue's path has stray'd; Then, while we iningle dust with dust,

Snar'd by example, or by pattion warm'd, To One, supremely gcod and wise,

Some false delight my giddy fenfe has charm’d; Raise hallelujahs ! God is just,

My calmer thoughts the wretched choice reprove, And man most happy when he dies!

And my best hopes are center'd in th: love.
His winter paft,

Depriv d of this, can life cne joy afford ?
Fair spring at last

Its utmost Loaft a vain unmeaning word.
Receives hinn on her flow'ry shore;

But, ah! how oft my law lets parlions rove, Where pleasure's rose

And break those awful precepts I approve ! Immortal blows,

Purlue the fatal impulie I abhor,
And fin and forrow are no more!

And viclate the virtue I adore !
Oft, when thy better Spirit's guardian care

Warn’d my fond soul to thun the tempting (nare, @ 103. Veni Creator Spiritus, paraphrased. My stubboin will his gentle aid repress’d,

DRYDEN. And check'd the rising goodness in my breast; CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid

Mad with vain hopes, or urg'd by falfe desires, The world's foundations fork were laid,

Stillid his foft vojce, and quench'd his sacred fircsa



With grief opprefs d, and proftrate in the dust, Your transient forms like fhadows pars,
Shouldnt thou condemn, I own thy fentence jutt. Frail offspring of the magic glats,
But, oh! thy softer titles let me claim,

Before the mental eye.
And plead my caule by Mercy's gentle name.

The dazzling colours, falfely bright,
Mercy! that wipes the penitential tcar, Attract the gazing vulgar fight
And diffipates the horrors of despair ;

With fuperficial itate:
From righteous justice steals the vengeful hour, Thro’ reafon's clearer optics view'd,
Softens the dreadfui attribute of pow'r,

How stripp'd of all its pomp, how rude,
Difarms the wrath of an offended God,

Appears the painted cheat!
And feals my pardon in a Saviour's blood !
All-powerful Grace, exert thy gentle Iway,

Can wild ambition's tyrant pow'r,
And teach my rebel paflions to obcy;

Or ill-got wealih's superfluous store, Left lurking Folly, with inlidious art,

The dread of death controul: Regain my volatile inconstant heart !

Can pleasure's more bewitching charms Shall every high resolve Devotion frames

Avert or toothe the dire alarms
Be only lifeless founds and specious names ?

That shake the parting foul?
Oh rather, while thy hopes and fears controul, Religion ! ere the land of Fate
In this still hour, each motion of my soul, Shall make refcation plead too late,
Secure its safety by a sudden doom,

My çrring fenfes tcach,
And be the soft retreat of sleep my tomb! Amidst the flatt'ring hopes of youth,
Calm let me flumber in that dark repose, To mcditate the folenin truth
Till the last moru its orient beam difclofe :

Thele awful relics preach.
Then, when the great archangel's potent found
Shall echo thro' creation's ample round,

Thy penetrating beams difperse
Wak'd from the seep of death, with joy survey

The mist of error, whence our fears

Derive their fatal spring: The opening fplendours of cternal day.

'Tis tbine the trembling heart to warm,

And foften to an angel form § 105. Ode to Melancholy. CARTER. The pale territic king. COME, Melancholy silent pow'r,

When, funk by guilt in sad despair, Companion of my lonely hour,

Repentance breathes her humble pray'r, To sober thought contin'd!

And owns thy threat'nings jutt; Thou sweetly sad ideal gucit,

Thy voice thc thudd'ring suppliant cheers, In all thy foothing charms confess’d,

With morey calms her torturing fears, Indulge my pentive mind.

And lifts her from the duft. No longer wildly hurried through

Sublim'd by thee, the soul aspires
The tides of mith that ebb and flow

Beyond the range of low desires,
In folly's noisy stream,

In nobler vicis clate:
I from the busy crowd retire,

Unmov'd her defin’d change surveys,
To court the objects that infpire

And, arin'd by faith, intrepid pays
Thy philofophic dream.

The universal debt.
Thro' von dark grove of mournful ycws In death's soft llumber lulld to rest,
With folitary stops I musc,

Slie sleeps, by finiling vifons blest,
By thy direction led :

That gently whiíper peace : flere, cold to pleasure's tempting forms,

Till the last morn's fair op'ning ray
Confociare with my lifter worms,

Unfolds the bright eternal day
And iningle witii the dead.

Of active life and bliss.
Ve midnight horrors, awful gloom!
Ye lilent regions of the tomb,

§ 106. Written at Midnight, in a Thunder My future peaceful bed;

Storm. CARTER.
Herc fall my weary eyes be clos'd,
And ev'ry forrow lic repos 'd

LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,

To Thelt'ring caverns fly,
In death's refreihing ihade.

And justly dread the vengeful fate
Ye palc inhabitants of night,

That thunders through the sky.
Ecfore my intellcétual light

Protected by that hand, whose law
In folemn poinp aicend :

The threat'ning storms obey, ( tell how trifling now appears

Intrepid Virtue (miles secure,
The train of idle hoses and fcars,

As in the blaze of day.
That varying life attend !
Yc faithless idols of our sense,

In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom,

The lightning's lurid glare,
Here own how vain your fond pretence, It the same all-gracious Pow's
Ye empty names of joy!

That breathes the verpal air.

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Thro’ Nature's ever-varying scene,

Yes; yc shall hear, and tremble as ye hear, By different ways pursued,

While, high with health, your hearts exulting The one eternal end of Heaven

E'cn in the midst of pleasure's mad career, (leap; Is universai good.

The mental monitor shall wake and weep! With like beneficent effect

For fay, than Coventry's propitious ftar, O'er flaming æther glows,

W'hat brighter planet on your births arose ? As when it runes tie linnet's voice,

Or gave of fortune's gifts an ampler share, Or blushes in the rofe.

In life to lavith, or by death to lose? By reason taught to scorn those fears

Early to lose! While, borne on busy wing, That rulgar minds molest,

Ye fip the nectar of each varying bloom; Le: no fantaltic terrors break

Nor fear, while basking in the beams of spring, My dear Varcilla's reft.

The wint'ry storm that sweeps you to the tomb; Thy life may all the tend'rest care

Think of her fate! revcre the heavenly hand Of Providence defend;

That led her hence, tho' soon, by steps fo flow; And delegated angels round

Long at her couch Death took his patient stand, Their guardian wings extend !

And menac'd oft, and oft withheld the blow : When thro' creation's vast expanse

To give reflcction time, with lenient art, The laft dread thunders roll,

Each fond delusion from her soul to steal ; Untune the concord of the spheres,

Teach her from folly peaceably to part, And shake the rising foul;

And wean her from a world the lov'd so well Unmov'd mayst thou the final storm

Say, are ye sure his mercy shall extend Of jarring worlds furvey,

To you so long a fpan Alas, ye figh! [friend, That ushers in the glad serene

Make then, while yet ye may, your God your Of everlasting day!

And learn with equal ease to Neep or die !

Nor think the Muse, whose fober voice ye hear, 107. Elegy on tbe Death of Lady Coventry. Contracts with bigot frown her sullen brow; Written in MDCCLX.

Cafts round religion's orb the mists of fcar, [glow. THE midnight clock has toll’d—and, hark !

Or Khades with horrors what with smiles ihould the bell

No-she would warm you with seraphic fire, Of death beats Now! heardye the note profound? Heirs as ye are of heaven's eternal day; It pauses now, and now, with rising knell, Would bid you boldly to that heaven afpire,

Flings to the hollow gale its fullen found. Not sink and llumber in your cells of clay. Yes-Coventry is dead. Attend the strain, Know, ye were form’d to range yon azure ficld,

Daughters of Albion! ye that, light as air, In yon ethereal founts of bliss to lave : so oft nave tripp'd in her fantastic train, Force then, secure in faith's protecting fhicld,

With hearts as gay, and faces half as fair: Thefting from death, the vict'ry from the grave! For shie was fair beyond your brightest bloom Is this the bigot's rant? Away, ye vain,

(This envy owns, since now her bloom is filed); Your hopes,your fcars, in doubt, in dulness steep; Fair as the forms that, wove in Fancy's loom,

Go soothe your souls, in sickness, grief, or pain, Float in light vision round the poet's head.

With the fad folace of cternal sleep! Whene er with soft ferenity the smild,

Yet will I praise you, triflers as ye are, Or caught the orient bluth of quick surprise, More than those prcachers of your fav'rite creed, How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild,

Who proudly swell the brazen throat of war, The liquid lustre darted from hör eyes! Who form the phalanx, bid the battle bleed, Each look, each motion, wak'd a new-born grace, Nor wish for more ; who conquer but to die, That o'er her form its transient glory cast :

Hear, Folly, hear, and triumph in the tale! Some lovelier wonder soon usurp'd the place, Like you they rcafon, not like you enjoy

Chasd by a charm still lovelier than the last. The breeze of bliss that fills your lilken sail : That bell again! It tells us what she is ; On pleasure's glitt'ring stream ye gaily steer

On what the was, no more the strain prolong: Your little course to cold oblivion's shore; Luxuriant fancy, pause ! an hour like this They dare the storm, and thro’th’inclcmcnt year

Demands the tribute of a serious long. Stem the roughsurge,and brave the torrent's roar. Maria claims it from that fable bier,

Is it for glory? That just Fate denies : Where coldand wan thellumb'rer rests her head; Long must the warrior moulder in his shroud, In ftill small whispers to reflection's ear Ere from her trump the heaven-breath'd accents

She breathes the solemn dictates of the dead. That lift the hero from the fighting crowd! [rise,
O catch the awful notes, and lift them loud! Is it his gralp of empire to extend ?

Proclaim the theme by fage, by fool, rever'd; To curb the fury of insulting focs ?
Hear it, ye young, ye vain, ye great, ye proud!

Ambition, ceafe! the idle contest end: 'Tis Naturc speaks, and Nature will be heard. 'Tis but a kingdom thou cant win or lose.

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And why must murder'd myriads lose their all Too ačtively awake at friendship's voice, (If lite be all), why defolation low'r

The poet's bofoin pours the ferrent strain, With famish'd frown on this affrighted ball, Till tad reflection blames the harty choice,

That thou may 'It fame the meteor of an hour? And oft invokes oblivion's aid in vain. Go, wiser ye, that Autter life away,

Call we the shade of Pope from that bleft bow'r, Crown with the mantling juice the goblet high!

Where thron’d he lits with many a tuneful sage ; Wcave the light dance, with feftive freedom gay, Ark, if he ne'er bemoans that hapless hour And live your moment, since the next ye die !

When St. John's name illumin'd glory's page. Yet know, vain sceptics ! know, th’Almighty Alk, if the wretch, who dar'd his mem'ry stain; Mind,

Aik, if his country's, his religion's foe, Who breath'd on man a portion of his fire,

Deferv'd the meed that Marlbro' fail'd to gaini Badc his free foul, by earth nor time contin's, The deathluts meed he only could below: To heaven, to immortality afpire.

The band will tell thce, the misguided praise Nor Mall the pile of hope his mercy rear'd

Clouds the celestial funshine of his breast; By vain philofophy b:e'er dettroy'd :

E’en now, repentant of his erring lays, Eternity, by all or with'd or fear’d,

He leaves a sigh amid the realms of reft. Shall be by all or fuffer'd or enjoy'd! If Pope thio' friendfip fail d, indignant view, NOTE. In a book of French verscs, intitled,

Yet pity, Dryden--ark, whene'er he fings, Oeuvres du Philojopbe de Sans Souci, and lately Ilow adulation drops hiei courtly dew reprinted at Berlin by authority, under the title

On titled rhymers and inglorious kings! of Pobjies Diverses, may be found an Ep.stle Sce, froin the depths of his cxhaustlefs mine, to Marshal Keith, written professedly againit the liis glitt'ring stores the tunetul spendthrift immortality of the foul. By way of specimen of

throws : the whole, take the following lines:

Where fear or int’rest bidi, behold they finc; De l'avenir, cher Kvith, jugeons par le passé :

Nowgrace a Cromwell's,nowa Charles's brows, Comme avant que je fusse il n'avoit point pense; Born with too gün'ious or too mean a heart, De même, après ma mort, quind toutes mes parties Dryden! in vain to thee those stores were lents Par la corruption furont anéanties,

Thy fiveeteft numbers but a tritling art; Par un mème dettin il ne pensera plus !

Tliy ftrongest diction idly eloquent. Non, rien n'est plus ceriain, soyons en convaincu.

The simplest lyre, if truth directs its lays, It is to this Epifle that the latter part of the Waibles a meludly ne'er heard from thine : Elegy alludes.

Not to dilgust wish falte or renal praise,

Was Parnell's moduft faine, and may be mine $ 108. Elegy to a young Nobleman leaving the Gothen, my friend, nor let thy candid breast Univerjity. Mason.

Condemn me, if I check the plaufive string :

Go to the wayward would; complete the reft; RE vet, ingenuous youth, thy steps retire [vale, ER From Cam's smooth margin, andine

Be what the purest mufe would with to fing.

peacetul Whère science call'd thee to her fucijous quire,

Be still thyself: that open path of truth, And met thee musing in her cloilters pale;

Which led thee herc, let manhood firm pursue ;

Retain the fiveet fimplicity of youth;
O let thy friend (and may hư boast the name!)
Breathe from his artless reed one parting lay: Srill scorn, with conscious pride, the mask of art;

And all chy virtue dictates, dare to do.
A lay like this thy early virtues claiin,
And this let voluntary friendthip pay.

On vice's front let fearful caution low'r;

And teach the diffident, discreeter part [pow'r. Yet know, the time arrives, the dang'rous time, Of knaves that ploi, and fools that fawn for

When all those virtues, op’ning now so fair, Transplanted to the world's tempestuous clime,

So, round thy bros when age's honours spread, Must learn each pallion's boist’rous breath to when the green turf lies lightly on his head, [lyre,

When death's cold hand unftrings thy Malon's bear;

Thy worth thall some superior bard inspire: There, if ambition, peftilent and pale, Or luxury should taint their vernal glow;

He to the amplest bounds of time's domain If cold self-interest, with her chilling gale,

On rapture's plume shall give thy name to fly; Shouldblast th’unfolding blossomsere they blow;

For truft, with rev'rerrce trust, this Sabine strain,

«The Muse forbids the virtuous man to die.' If mimic hues, by art or fashion spread,

Their genuine fimple colouring Thould fupply; O may with them thcie laureate honours fade, § 109. The Choice of Hercules : from the Greek sind with them (if it can) my friendship die !

of Prodicus. Bp. Lowth. Then do not blame, if, tho' thyself inspire,

had the son of Jove, mature, attain'd Cautious I suike the panegyric fring;

The joyful prime; v hen youth, clate and gay, The Muse full oft pursues a meteor fire, Steps into lifc, and foilows unrestrain'd And, vainly veut'rous, soars on waxen wing: Wherepation leails; or prudencepoints the way.


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In the purc mind, at those ambiguous years, With me retire from noise, and pain, and care,

Or vice, rank weed, first strikes her pois’nous Embath'd in bliss, and wrapt in endless ease :
Or haply virtue's op’ning bud appears [root; Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war;
By just degrees, fair bloom of faireft fruit! Smooth is my way, and all my paths are peace.
For, if on youth's untainted thought impreft, With me retire, from toils and perils free;
The gen'rous purpose still hall warm the manly Leave honour to the wretch! pleasures were maao

for thce.
As on a day, reficēting on his age

Then will I grant thccallthy foul's desire; [fight;
For highett dieeds now ripe, Alcides fought All that may charm thine car, and pleasc thy
Retirement, nu: sc of contemplati:»n fage, All that the thought can frame, or with require,
Step tollowing step, and thought fucceeding To fteep thy ravish'd lentes in delight:

Thcfumptuous feast, enhanc'dwith music's sound,
Musing, with iteady pace the youth pursued Fitteli to tune the melting foul to love,

His walk, and lost in meditation stray'd Rich odours, breathing ch viceft liveets around;
Far in a lonely vale, with folirude

The fragrant bow'r, cool fountain, thady grove;
Converling; whilc intent his mind survey'd Freih How'rs to strew tuy couch, and crown thy
The dubious path of life: before him lay, (way.

hvad :

[thy bed, Here virtue's rough alcent, there pleasures How'ry Joy shall attend thy steps, and case fhall iinooth Much did the view divide his wav'ring mind:

There will I freely, conitantly fupply,
Now glew'd his breast with gen'rous thirft of

Plcatures pot carn'd with toil, nor mix'd with
Nors love of cale totofter thoughts inclid (fame; Far from thy reít repining want thall Hy, [woe;
His yielding foul, and quench'duheriting flame:

Nor labour bathe in liveat thy careful brow,
When, lo far off two female forins helpics; Mature the copious harveft thall be thine,
Diluck to him their steps they feem to bear;

I.ct the laborious hind subdue the soil;
Both larye and tall, exceeding human fize; Leave the ralh foldier (poils of war to win,
Both, far exceeding human beauty, fair.

Won by the foldier thou shalt share the fpoil :
, vet each with diff'rent grace they move; These fofter cares my best allies employ,

to , ." The first in native dignity furpatsid;

Her winning voice the youth attentive caught:
Arlets and unadorn's the pleas'd the more ;

He gaz'd impatient on the smiling maid;
Health o'er her looks a genuine lustre cast;

Still gaz'd, and listen d; then her name befought:
A vit more white than new-fallen Inow the

name, fair youth, is Happiness,” she faid: August the trod, yet moleft was her air; [wore : “Welícan my friends this envied truth maintain ; Serene her eye, yet dating heavenly fire.

They share mybliss,theybest can speak my praise; Still the drew near; and nearer till more fair,

Tho' Slander call me Sloth (detraction vain!) More mild, appear d: yet tuch as might intpire "Heed not what Slander, vain detracter, says; Pllajure corrected with an awful fear;

Slander,ftill prompt true merit to defame, ( name."
Majutically tweet, and amiably fevere. To blot the brightest worth, and blaft the faireft
The other dame seem'd even of fairer hue;

By this arriv'd the fair majestic maid;
Barould her mien, unguarded rov'd her eye,

She all the while, with the same modest pace,
And her Auth'd cheeks confets'd at ncarer view Compos'd advanc'd: “ Know, Hercules," ihe said
The borrow'd bluthes of an artful dye.

With manly tone, “thy birth of heavenly race:
All soft and delicate, with airy siviin

Thy tender age, that lov'd instruction's voice, Lights the danc'd along; her robe betray'd

Promis'd thee generous, patient,brave,and wise ;
' the clear texture every tender limb,

Whenmanhoodihould confirm thyglorious choice,
Height’ningthu charms it only iconi'd tv shade: Now expectation waits to lec tree rise.
And as ir fiou 'd adown, to luofe and thin, [ikin. Risc, youth! cxalt thyfelf and me; approve
Heritature lucu d more tall,m-re tnowy white her Thy iniyhdescent from heaven and rare be worthy
Oft with a imile the view d herself akance;


[disguise: Eie) on her fhad a contcious look ihe throw: | But what truth prompts, my tongue thall not Then all around her cati a carelets giance,

The steep afccnt mult be with toil subducd;
To mark what gazing eyes her beauty drew. Watching and cares must win the lofty prize
As they came near, before that other maid Propos'd by Heaven-truc bliss and real goods
Approaching decent, eagerly she press d

Hnour rewards the brave and bold alone;
With hafty itep; nor of repulse afraid, [dress'd; She spurns the timorous, indolent, and base;

With freedom bland the wond'ring youth ad- Danger and toii ftand stern belore hei throre,
With winning fondness on his neck the hung;

And guard (lo jove commands) thefacred viace: sweet as the honey-dew Aow'd her enchanting Wholeeks her must the mighty coft fustai., [pain. tongue :

And pay the price of fam-labour, and care, an "Dear Hercules, whence this unkind delay?

Wouldit thou engage the gods feculiar care? Das youth, what doubts can thus diftract thy O Hercules, th’immortal pow'is adone! Securels follow where I lead the way, [mind? With a pure heart, with facrince, and pray'r drange thro' wilds of pleasure uncontin'd.

Attend their altars, and their aid implore.

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