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Where then, ah' where shall poverty reside, Good Heav'n! what sorrows gloom'd that To 'Icape the pressure of contiguous pride?
parting day, If to some common's fenceless limits Itray'd, That callid them from their native walks away; He drives his Hock to pick the scanty blade, When the poor exiles, cv'ry pleasure past, Tholi fenccless fields the fons of wealth divide, Hung round the bow'rs, and fondly look'd their And ev'n the bare-worn common is deny'd.
laft ! If to the city sped—What waits him there? And took a long farewell, and wishı'd in vain To fic profution that he mutt not share; For scats like these beyond the western main ! To sec ten thousand bancful arts combin’d And thudd'ring still to face the distant deep, To pamper luxury, and thin mankind; Return’d and wcpt, and still return'd to weep! To lcc cach joy the fons of pleasure know, The good old fire, the first prepar'd to go Extorted from his fellow-creature's woc. To new-found worlds, and wept for others woe; Here, while the counter glitters in brocade, But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, There the pale artist plies the fickly trade; He only with'd for worlds beyond the grave. Here, while the proud their long-drawn pomps His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, dilplay,
The fond companion of his hapleis years, There the black gibbet glooms beside the way. Silcat went next, neglectful of her charms, The doine where pleature holds her mid-night And left a lover's for her father's arms. reign,
With louder plaints, the mother spoke her woes, Here, richly deckt, admits,the gorgeous train; And blest the cot where ev'ry pleasure rose Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing fquare, And kift her thoughtless babes with many a tcar, The ratiling charjots clail, the torches glare. And clafpt them close in forrow doubly dear; Sure, Icenes like these po troubles c'er annoy! Whilft her fond husband ftrove to lend relief Sure, thele denote one univerfal joy! (eyes In all the silent manliness of grief. Are these thy serious thoughts :- Ah, turn thine 0, Luxury! thou curit by Heav'n's decree, Where the poor houscleis thiv’ring female lics! How ill exchang'd are things like these for thic! She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, How do thy potions, with insidious joy, Has wept at tales of innocence distreft; Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! Her modeft looks the cottage might adorn, Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatncis grown, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Boalt of a foiid vigour not thicir own. Now loft to all; her friends, her virtue Aled, At ev'ry draught more large and large they grow, Near her betrayer's doors The lays her head, A bloated mals of rank unwieldy woc; And, pinch'd with cold, and thrinking from the Till fapp'd their furength, and ev'ry port unfound, thow'r,
Down, down they fink, and spread a ruin round. With heavy heart deplores that lucklcís hour, Ev'n now the devastation is begun, When idly first, ambitious of the town, And half the bus'ness of destruction done; She left her wheel and robes of country brown! Ev'n now, incthinks, as pond'ring here I stand,
Do thine, fivect Auburn, thine, the loveliest I see the rural virtues leave the land. Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? [train, Down where yon anch’ring vefsel spreads the fail El ’n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale, At proud mens doors they ask a little bread! Downward they move, a melancholy band,
Ah, no. To distant climes, a dreary scene, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Contented toil, and hospitable care, Thro' torrid tracts with fainting Iteps they go, And kind connubial tenderness are there; Where wild Altama murinurs to their woc. And picty, with wishes plac'd above, Far diff'rent there from all that charm'd before, And steady loyalty, and faithful love. The various terrors of that horrid Thore; And thou, livect Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Those blazing suns, that dart a downward ray, Still first to Ay where sensual jors invade; And fiercely shed intolerable day ;
Unfit in thcsc degen'rate times of ihame Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; But filent bats in drowsy clusters cling; Dear charming nymph, negicêted and decry'd, Those pois’nous fields' with rank luxuriance My shame in crowds, my folitary pride. crown'd,
Thou, fource of all my bliss, and all my woe, Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; That found'it me poor at hirit, and keep'st me to; Whcre at cach stop the stranger fears to wake Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake; Thou, fource of ev'ry virtue, fare thee well; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prcy, Farewell, an: O! where'er thy voice be try'', And savayı men, more murd'rous still than they; On Torrio's clits, or Pambamarca's fide, While oft in whirls the mad tornado Aies, Whether where equinoctial forvours glow, Mingling the ravag'd landscape with thc skics. Or winter wraps the polar world in snow, Far diff'rent thcsc from ev'ry foriner scene, Sull let thy voice, prevailing over time, The cooling brook, the graffy-vested green, Redress the rigours of th'inclement cliine; The breczy covert of the warbling grove, Aid Nighted truth with thy persuasive strain; That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love. Tcach crring man to Ipurn the rage of gain;
Teach him, that states of native strength posseft, Our little world, the image of the great,
As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,
Our ever-constant friend, the sea, supplies. $ 22.
A Panegyric to my Lord Protector of the taste of hot Arabia's spice we know, the present Greatness and joint Interest of his Free from the scorching fun that makes it grow: Highness and this Nation. WALLER.
Without the worm, in Pornan bilks we thine; WHILE with a strong, and yet a gentle, hand, And, without planting, drink of ev'ry vine.
You bridle faction, and our hearts command; ; To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; Protcét us from ourselves, and froin the foc, Gold, tho' the heavieít moral, hither fiims : Make us unite, and make us conquer too: Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow; Let partial spirits still aloud complain :
We plough the deep, and reap what others low. Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign: Things of the noblest kind our own foil breeds; And own no liberty, but where they may
Stout are our inen, and warlike are our steeds: Without controul upon their fellows prey. Roine, tho' her eagle thro’the world had How'n,
Could never make this island all her own.
Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, So has your Highness, rais'd above the rest, France-conquering Henry', iicurish'd; and now Storms of ambition, tosling us, represt.
For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state, [you:
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.
When for more worlds the Macdonian cry'd, The feat of empire, where the Irish come,
He wist not Thetis in her lap did hile And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom. Another yet: a world reservd for you,
To make more great than that he did fubdue. The sea's our own: and now all nations greet, With bending fails, each vessel of our feet:
He safely might old troops to battle lead, Your pow'r extends as far as winds can blow,
Against th’unwarlıke Persian and the Mede; Or swelling fails upon the globe may go.
Whose hafty flight did, from a bloodlofs field,
More fpoils than honour to the victor yield. Heav'n (that hath plac'd this island to give law,
A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, To balance Europe, and her states to awe)
The Caledonians, arm’d with want and cold, In this conjunction doth on Britain simile;
Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, The greatest leader, and the greatest ille!
Been from all ages kept for you to tame. Whether this portion of the world was rent
Whom the old Roman wall fo ill confin'd, By the rude ocean from the continent,
With a new chain of garrisons you bind : Or thus created ; it was fure design'd
Here foreigngold no more thall make them coine; To be the sacred refuge of mankind.
Our English iron holds them fast at home. Hither th'oppressed shall henceforth resort, They, that henceforth must be content to know Justice to crave, and succour, at your court: No warmer region than their hills of snow, And then your Highness, not for ours aione,
May blame the fun; but must extol your grace, But for the world's Protector shall be known.
Which in our fenate hath allow'd them place. Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flics Preferr'd by conquest, happily o‘erthrown, Thro' ev'ry land that near the ocean lies, Falling the rise, to be with us made one: Sounding your name, and telling drcadful news So kind Dictators made, when they came home, To all that piracy and rapine use.
Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome. With such a chief the meanest nation blest, Like favour find the Irish, with like fate, Might hope to lift her head above the rest : Advanc'd to be a portion of our state : What may be thought impossible to do
While by your valour, and your bounteous mind, By us, embraced by the sea and you?
Nations divided by the sea are join’d. Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we Holland, to gain your friendship, is content Whole forests send to reign upon the sea; To be our out-guard on the Continent : And ev'ry coast may trouble, or relieve ; She from her fellow-provinces wouid go, But none can visit us without your leave. Rather than hazard to have you her foc. Angels and we have this prerogative,
In our latc fight, when cannons did diffusc, That none can at our happy seats arrive ; Preventing posts, the terror and the news, While we descend at pleasure, to invade Our neighbour-princes trembled at their roar: The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid. But our conjunction makes thein tremble more.
Your never-failing fword made war to ceafe;
Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace
The rifing fun night's vulgar lights destroys.
You! that had taught them to fubdue their foes,
So, when a lion fhakes his dreadful mane,
Contending troops, and feas lay hid in finoke.
$23. Cooper's Hill. DENHAM.
SURE there are pocts which did never drea
Seems at this diftance but a darker cloud:
While luxury and wealth, like war and peace,
That blood which thou and thy great grandfire Are each the other's ruin and increase ;
And all that fiuce there filter nations bied, med, As rivers lost in seas, foine lecret vein
Had been unipilt, and happy Edward known Thence reconveys, there to be lost again. That all the blood he finit had been his own. Oh happiness of livect retir'd content !
When he that patron chole, in whom are join'd To be at once fecure, and innocent.
Soldier and nartyr, and his arms confin'd
Who to his realms that azure round hath join’d, With such an casy and unforc'd afcent,
Which Nature for their bound at first design'd ; nu no stupendous precipice denies
That bound which to the world's extremelt ends, Access, no horror turns away our eyes : End! is itself, its liquid arins cxtends. But such a rite as doth at once invite
Nor doth he need thote emblems which we paint, A pleasure and a rev'rence from the fight. But is himfelf the soldier and the saint. Thy mighty master's emblem, in whose face Here should my wonder diveli,and here my praise; Sat meekness, heightend with majestic grace; But iny fix'd thoughts iny wand'ring eye betrays, Such seems thy gentle height, made only proud Viewing a neighb’ring hill, whole top of laté To be the basis of that poinpous load,
A chapel crown’d, till in the coinion fate Than which, a nobler weight'no mountain bears, Th’adjoining abbey fell : (inay no fuch Ttorm But Atlas only which supports the spheres. Fall on our times, where ruin iuft reform !) When Nature's hand this ground did thus advance, Tell me, my Muse, what monstrous dire offence, Twas guided a wiser pow'r than Chance ; What crime, could any Christian king incense Mark'd out for such an use, as if 'twere meant To luch a rage: Was't luxury, or luit? Tw.vite the builder, and his choice prevent. Was he fo tenperate, fo chatté, to juli: [more : Nor can we call it choice, when what we chusi, Were these their crimes. They werchisoin much Folly or blindeis only could refuse.
But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor; A crown of such majestic tow'rs doth grace Who, having spent the treasures of his crown, The gods great mother, when her heav'nly race Condunns their luxury to feed his own. Do homage to her, yet the cannot boat And yet this act, to varnih o’cr the home A:nong that num'rous and celestial hoft, Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion's name. More heroes than can Windfor; nor doth Fame's No crime to bold, but would be undeiftood Immortal book record more noble names. A real, or at least a fceming good : Not to look back so far, to whom this ille Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, Owes the first glory of so brave a pile,
And, free from conscience, is a Nave to fame : Whether to Cæsar, Albanact, or Brute, Thus he the church at once protects, and spoils : The British Arthur, or the Danish Cnute But princes fivords are sharper than their stylesa (Though this of old no less contest did move, And thus to th’ages past he makes amends; Than when for Homer's birth seven cities strove; Their charity deitroys, their faith defends. Like him in birth, thou should'st belike in fame, Then did religion in a lazy cell, As thine his fate, if mine had been his flame); In einpty, airy contemplations dwell; But whosoe'er it was, Nature design'd
And, like the block, uninoved lay : but ours, First a brave place, and then as brave a mind. As much too active, like the stork, devours. Not to recount those fev'ral kings, to whom Is there no temperate region can be known It gave a cradle, or to whom a tomb;
Betwixt their frigid and our torrid zone? But thee, great Edward", and thy greater son Could we not wake from that lethargic dream, (The lilies which his father wore he won) But to be restless in a worse extreme And thy Bellona t, who the confort came And for that lethargy was there no cure, Not only to thy bed, but to thy fame,
But to be cast into a calenture? She to thy triumph led one captive king Canknowledge have no bound, but must advance And broughtthat fon, which did the secondi bring. So far, to make us with for ignorance ; Then didit thou found that order (whether love And rather in the dark to grope our way, Or victory thy royal thoughts did move) Than led by a faile guide to err by day? Each was a noble cause, and nothing less Who fees these dismal heaps, but would demand Than the defign has been the great success; What barbarous invader fack'd the land ? Which foreign kings and emperors esteem But when he hears, no Goth, no Turk did bring The second honor to their diadem.
This defolation, but a Christian king; Had thy great destiny but giv'n thee skill When nothing, but the name of zeal, appears To know, as well as pow'r to act her will, Twixt our best actions and the worst of theirs ; That from those kings, who then thy ceptives What does he think our facrilege would Ipare, In after-times should spring a royal pair, [werc, When fich th’off. Its of our devotions are: Who should possess all that thy mighty pow'r, Parting from thence'twikiinger, shame, and fear, Or thy defres morc mighty, did devour : Those for what's past, and his forwhat's toonar, To whoin their better fate reserves whate'er My evc. defcending from the hill, surveys The victor hopes for, or the vanquilh'd fear; Where Thames among the wanton vailies strays. • Edward III. and the Black Prince. f Queen Phili; pa. I The kings of France and Scotland.
Thames, the most lov'd of all the ocean's sons Low at his foot a spacious plain is plac'd,
Between the mountain and the stream embrac'd; Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea,
Which shade and shelter from the hill derives, Like mortal life to meet eternity.
While the kind river wealth and beauty gives ; Tho' with those streams he no resemblance hold, And in the mixture of all these appears Whose foam is aimber, and their gravel gold; Variety, which all the rest endears. His genuine and less guilty wealth r'explore, This scene, had some bold Greck or British bard Scarch not his bottom, but survey his Thore; Beheld of old, what stories had we heard O'cr which he kindly spreads his spacious wing, Of fairics, satyrs, and the nymphs their dames, And hatches plenty for th’entuing spring. Their feasts, their revels, and their am'rous flame Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, 'Tis still the fainc, altho' their airy shape Like mothers who their intants overlay. All but a quick poetic fight escape. Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave, There Faunus and Sylvanus keep their courts, Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave. And thither all the horned host resorts No unexpected inundations spoil [toil: To graze thc ranker mead, that noble herd,. The mower's hopes, nor mock the plowian's On whose sublime and thady fronts is reard But god-like his unweary'd bounty flows: Nature's great inafter-piece; to fhew how foon First loves to do, then loves the good he does. Great things are made, but sooner are undone, Nor are his blessings to his banks confin’d, Here have I seen the king, when great attairs But tree and common, as the fea or wind; Gave leave to lacken and unbend his cares, When he, to boast or to disperte his stores Attended to the chace by all the flow'r Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Of youth, whose hopes a nobler prey devour : Visits the world, and in his flying tow'rs Pleasure with praise, and danger they would buy, Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; And with a foe that would not only fly. Finds wealth where 'ris, bestows it where it wants, | The stag, now conicious of his fatal growth, Cities in detarts, wood in cities plants.
At once indulgent to his fear and floth, So that to us, no thing no place is strange, To fomc dark covert his retreat had made, While his fair bofom is the world's exchange. Where nor man's eye, nor Heav'n's should invade O could I How like thce, and make thy ftream His loft repose; when th’unexpected found My great example, as it is my theme ! Of dogs and men his wakeful ear does wound: Tho' decp, vet clear; tho' gentle, yet not dull; Rour'd with the noise, he scarce believes his ear, Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full. Willing to think th'illusions of his fear Heav'n her Eridanus no more shall boast, Had giv'n this false aların; but streight his view Whose fame in thine, like letter current, 's lost; Confirms, that more than all he fears is true. Thy nobler streams thall visit Jove's abodes, Betray'd in all his strengths, the wood beset; To shine among the stars*, and bathe the gods. All inftruments, all arts of ruin met: Here nature, whether more intent to please He calls to mind his firength, and then his speed, Us for herfelf, with firanye varieties,
His winged heels, and then his armed head; (For things of wonder give no lets delight With thete t'avoid, with that his fate to meet : To the wife Maker's, than beholder's light, But fear prevails, and bids him trust his feet.
Tho' these delights from lev’ral causes move; So fast he flies, that his reviewing eye
Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves,