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$ 49. The Happiness of a free Government. § 53. Description of a Person left on a Defurt
NEXT night-a dreary night I
Cast on the wildest of the Cyclad Ines, subject,
Where never human foot had mark'd the shore,
These ruffians left me.
Before. When Philomela o'er my head
Began to tune her melancholy strain,
As piteous of my woes: till, by degrees,
A kind but short relief. At early morn,
For usual objects: objects found I none,
Except before me stretch'd toiling main,
And rocks and woods, in savage view, behind.
So large, he seem'd the tyrant of the woods,
§ 54. The first Feats of a young Eagle. Row E.
That bears thethunder of our grandfre Jove,
With joy beholds his hardy youthful offspring
Fortake the nett, to try his tender pinions
In the wide untrack'd air ; till, bolder grown,
Now like a whirlwind on a fhepherd's fold
Eager of combat, and his future feast,
Wreathing his fpiry tail.
How wantou hits the amidst nature's smiles!
§ 55. The true End of Education. Rowe.
And wisdom carly planted in thy soul,
To bind their rage, and stay their headlong course;
To bear with accidents, and every change
Of various life; to struggle with aniversity ;
To wait the leisure of the righteous Gods,
Till they, in their own good appointed hour,
Shall bid thy better days come forth at once; Whene'er the trumpet calls, high over head
A long and thining train; till thou, well pleas'd, On the broad walls the chariors bound along.
Shalt bow, and bless thy fate, and say the Gods
§ 52. Rural Courtship. Dryden.
§ 56. Filial Piety. MALLET. HE preferr'd me
E'ER since reflection beam'd her light upon me, Above the maidens of my age and rank;
You, fir, have been my study. I have plac'd Still jhunu'd their company, and still fought mine. Before mine eyes, in every light of life, I was not won by gifts, yet still he gave;
The father and the king. What weight of duty And all his gifts, tho' (mall, vet spoke his love:
Lay on a son from such a parent sprung; He pick'd the earliest strawberries in the woods,
What virtuous toil to shine with his renown; The cluster'd filberts, and the purple grapes:
Has been my thought by day, my dream by night, He taught a prating stare to speak my name; And when he found a nest of nightingales,
But first and ever ncarest to my heart Or callow linnets, he would few 'em me, Was this prime duty, so to frame my conduct And let me take 'em out,
Tow’rd such a father, as, were I a father,
My soul would wish to mcet with from a son. $ 62. Happiness the infeparable Companion of
To be good is to be happy; angels
Th'avenging fiend, that follows us behind
With whips and stings: thc blest, know none of
§ 63. Honour superior 10 Justice.
At every sender twig of nice distinctions.
Rowe. But those whose fouls are by the nicer rule
To bear the twelling tide of protp'rous for- Stand at another bar than that of laws.
§ 64. In what Manner Princes ought 19 be
Keep from their car the firen-voice of Hattery,
Yet never let the noble mind despair : Who spread, in every court, their filken fnares
But chief, that, tho' exalted o'er mankind,
They are themselves but men-frail suffering duftg
From no one injury of human lot
Exempt; but fever'd by the fame heat, chill'd
By the same cold, torn by the fame disease,
That scorches, freezes, racks, and kills the beggar.
§ 63. True End of Royalty. MALLET.
the heart's profounded
That if not to perform iny regal task;,
To be the cominon father of my people,
Patron of honour, virtue, and religion;
His well-earn'd portion from the tons of rapine,
The treasures trusted to me, not my own;
By peaceful arts, that grace the land they bless,
And generous war to humble proud oppreffors;
Yet more, if not to build the public weal
On that firm base, which can alonc refift
If I for these great ends am not ordain'd-
§ 66. The real Drty of a King. Rowe.
$ 70. Tbe fame. S. JOHxson. 'T'S true, I am a king: Honour and glory too have been my aim: REFLECT that life and death, affecting sounds,
Are only varied modes of endleis being, But tho' I dare face dvatii, and all the dangers Reficêt that life, like every other bleiling, Which furious war wears in its bloody front, Derives its value from its use alones Yet could I choose to fix my fame by peace, Not for itself, but for a nobler end, By justice, and by mercy; and to raite
Th’Eternal gave it, and that end is virtue. My trophies on the blettings of mankind : When inconlittent with a greater good, Nor wouid I buy the empire of the world Reason commands to cast the less away; With ruin of the people whom I sway, Thus life, with lots of wealth, is well preserv'd, Or forfeit of my honour.
And yirtue cheaply sav'd with lots of life,
§ 67. Character of a good King. Thomson. § 71. A Lion overcome by a Man. Lee. -YES, we have loft a father!
THE prince in a lone court was plac'd, The greatest bletting Heaven bestows on Unarin'd, all but his hands, on which he wore mortals,
A pair of gantlets. And seldom found amidst there wilds of timc, At last, the door of an old lion's den A good, a worthy king! -Hear me, my Tancred, Being drawn up, the horrid bcast appear'd : And I will tell thee, in a few plain words, The fames, which from his cvc tbot glaring red, How he deserv'd that best, that glorious title. Made the fun start, as the fpcctators thought, "Tis nought complex, 'uis clear as truth and virtue dud round them cast a day of blood and death : He lov’d his people, decin'd them all his children; The prince walk'd forward : the large bcast de, The good exalted, and deprels'd the bad :
scried He fpurn'd the fiartering crew, with fcorn rejected his prev; and, with a roar that made us pale, Their smooth advice, that only means themselves, Flexi fiercely on him : but Lyfimachus, Their schemes to aggrandize him into bafenets: Starting aside, avoided his firit ítroke Well knowing that a people in their rights Wirh a ligtit hurt; and, as the lion turn'd, And industry protected; living fafe
Thrust gantiet, arm and all, into his throat : Beneath the sacred thelier of the laws;
Then with Herculean force tore forth by th' roots Encourag'd in their genius, arts, and labours; The foaming bloody tonguc; and while the saAnd happy each as he himself deferves;
vage, Are ne'er ungrateful. With unsparing hand Faint with the loss, sunk to the blushing carth, They will for him provide : their filial love Toplow it with his teeth, your conqu'uing toldier And confidence are his unfailing treasury, Leap'd on his back, and dath'd his skull to pieces. And cvery honest man his faithful guard.
§ 72. Charafler of an excellent Man, Rowe. $ 68. The Guilt of bad Kings MALLET.
HOW could my tongue WHEN those whom Heaven distinguishes o’er Take pleature, and be lavish in thy praise! millions,
How could I speak thy noblenc's of narure ! And how rs profusely pou’r and splendoronthem, Thy open, manly : cart, thy courage, constancy, Whate'er th’expanded heart can with; when they, And inborn truth, unknowing to dilleinble : Accepting the reward, neglect the duty, Thou art the man in whom my soul delights, Or worse, pervert those gifts to decds of ruin, In whom, next Hcaven, I trust. Is there a wretch they rule fo basc as they? Guilty, at once, of facrilege to Heaven, And of perfidious robbery to man !
§ 73. Virtue the only true Source of Nobility,
THOMSON, $ 69. The true End of Life. THOMSON.
I TELL thee, then, whoc'cr amidst the sons
Of reaton, valour, liberty, and virtue, WHO, who would live, my Narva, just to breathie Displays distinguish'd incrit, is a noble This idle air, and indolently run,
Of Nature's own creating. Such have risen, Day after day, the still returning round
Sprung írom the dust, or where had been our ho. Of life's mean offices, and sickly joys?
nours ? But in the service of mankind to be
And such, in radiant bands, will rise again A guardian god below; ftul to employ
In yon immortal city ; that, when most The mind's brave ardour in heroic ains, Deprest by fate, and near apparent ruin, Such as may raise us o'er the groveling herd, Returns, as with an energy divine, And make us thinc for cver that is Life, On her aticnith'd jocs, and Thakes them from her,
§ 74. The bappy Efects of Misfortune. Where no rude swains her shady cell may know,
THOMSON. No ferpents climb, nor blafting winds may bluw:
Fond of the choten place, the views it o'er,
And so many great
Sits there, and wanders thro' the grove no more;
And loves it with a mother's dear delight.
§ 79. A worbliss Perfon can chim ng Merit
from ibe Virtues of bis Ancrfiors. Rowe. $ 75. A Description of the Morning. OTWAY. WISH'D morning's come; and now upon the WERE honour to be scann’d by long descar
From anccftors illustrious, I could raunt plains, And distant mountains where theyfced thcir flocks, Among my faticis, naines of ancient fiors,
A lineage of the greatest; and recount,
Heroes and yodlike patriots, who fubdued
But that be their own praise :
Nor will I borrow merit from the dead,
Myself an undeferver.
THOM:ON. raili Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good- US only blot was this ; that, much protok!!,
Herais d his vengefularm against his country.
And lo! the rightcous gods have now chastis diuin, The cheerful birds too on the tops of trees
Ev'n by the hands of thote for whom he fougal. Allemble all in choirs; and with their notes
Whatever private vicus and passions plead, Salute, and welcome up, the rising lun.
No cause can juitify so black a deed:
These, when the angry tempeít clouds the foul, $ 76. Anoiber.
May darken rcafon, and her course contr ul;
But, when the proípect clears, her fiarthed ere amber I morning ; Must from the treach'rous gulph with horter this, Her rofy hands begin to paint the skies : On whofu wild wave, by formy parlions toli, And now the city emmets leave their hive,
So many helple's wretches have been loft.
Then be this truth the star by which we licer:
$ 81. The same.
The patriot builds his happiness; 10 troke, § 77. The charning Notes of the Nightingale. No kecreít, deadliest, shaft of adverti fire,
LEE. Can make his generous bofom quite depr,
But that alone by which his country falis.
may to grief in endless rond fucceed,
And nature luster when our children blceu : Which the rough hind, observing as they lay
Yet Itill superior muft that hero prove,
Whofe firti, best paifion, is his country's lore.
§ 82. In what Philosophy really corfil..
THOMSON $ 78. The same.
PHILOSOPHY confifis not
In airy schemes, or idle (peculations: SO
when the spring renews the flow'ry field, The rule and conduct of all social life
And warns the pregnant nightingale to build; Is her great province. Not in lonely cells She ficks the fafeit Thelter of the wood,
Obscure the larks, but holds her heaven'y Night Where the may trust her little tuneful brood :
To fenates and to kings, to guide their
And teach them to reform and blefs mankind. “ I ask but this :-when you behold these eves, All policy but hers are falte and rotten; “ Thote charms, with transport, be a friend to All valour, not conducted by her precepts,
" Rome.”' Is a destroying fury feat f om hell, To plague unhapı y man, and ruin nations.
$ 84. The Blessings of Peace. THOMSON. $ 83. Scipio restoring the captive Prince's to be
Sweet union of a state! what else but thou
Gives safety, strength, and glory to a peoplc ! WHAT with admiration [:irgin, I bow, Lord Conftabie, beneath the snow
Struck every heart was this:-A noble Of many years ; yet in my breast revives Conspicuous far o'er all the captive duines, A youthful Hame. Methinks, I fee again Was mark'd the gen'ral prize. She wept and Thole gentle days renew'd, that bless'd our isle, bluthu,
Ere by this waticful fury of division, Young, fresh, and blooning like the morn. Aneye, Worte than our Anna's most destructive fires, As when the blue skv trenblus through a cloud
It defolated funk. I fee our plains Of purest white. A feciet charin combin'd L'nbounded waving with the gifts of harvest; Herfeatures, and infus denchantment thro' them; Our seas with comme ce throng’d, our busy ports Her shape was harmony.--But cloquence With cheerful toil. Our Enna blooms afreth ; Beneath her beauty fails; us hich fecm d on purpose Afresh the sweets of thymy Hybla blow. By nature lavish'd on her, that mankind Our nymphs and shepherds, sporting in cach vale, Might see the virtue of a hero tried
Intpire new song, and wake the patioral reed. Almost beyond the stretch of human force. Soft as the pats'd along, with down-caft eyes,
THOMSON. Where gentle forrows fivell d, and now and then
§ 85. Providence. Dropt o'er her modeft check a trickling tear, THERE is a pow'r The Roman icgions languith'd), and hard war
Unicon, that rules th' illimitable world, Felt more than pity. Ev'n their chief laimself, That guides its motions, from the brightest itar As on his high tribunal rais'd he fat,
To the least dust of this fin-tainted mould, Turnit:rom the dangerous fight, and chiding ask'd While man, who madly deems himiilf the lord His officers, if by this gift they meant
Of all, is nought but weakneis and depcudance. To cloud his virtue in its very dawn.
This sacred truth, by fure experience taught,
Thou must have learnt, when wau lemn, all alone, She, question d of her birth, in trembling accents, Each bird, each infect, fitting thro’ thic sky, With tears and bluihes broken, told her tale. Was more fufficient for itself, than thou. But when he found her rovaliv deteended, Of her old captive parents the fole joy;
THOMSON. And that a hapless Celtiberian prince,
§ 86. Prudence, Her lover and belov'd, forgot his chains, His loft dominions, and for her alone
Act with cool prudence, and with manly Wept out his tender loul; sudden the heart
temper, Of this
young cong ring, loving, godlike Roman As well as manly firmness. Fuit all the great divinity of virtue.
'Tis godlike magnanimity to keep, His wishing youth ftood check'd, his tempting When most provok’d, our reason calm and clear,
And execute her will, from a strong inve Refrain d by kind humanity.-At once
Of what is right, without the vulgar aid He for her parents and her lover call'd.
Of heat and pallion, which, tho' honeít, bear us The various leone imaginc : how his troops
Often too far.
§ 85. Difcription of Ships appearing at a D: Hope, jealousv, dudain, fubminon, grief,
tunce, and approaching the Sbore. DRYDEN. Anxiety, and love, in every thape;
S far as I could cast iny eyes To theie as different lentiments succeeded,
Upon the fea, fomething, muthought, As mixt emotions; when the man divine
did rise Thus the dread filence to the lover broke : Like blueish mists, which, still appearing imore, “We both are young, both charm’d. The right Took dreadfui thapes, and thus mov dtowards the
thore : “ Has put thy beauteous mistress in my pow'r; The object I could first distinctly vicw, " With whom I could in the most facred ties Was tall, straight trees, which on the water ficw: “ Live out a happy life: but know that Romans Wings on their fides inttead of leaves did grow, “ Their hearts, as well as enemies, can conquer. Which gather’dail the breaththewinds couldvlo:x; “ Then take her to thy foul; and with her take And at their rocts grew Hoating palaces, “ Thy liberty and kingdom. In return Whofa out-blow'd bellies cut the yielding seas'
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