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What prudence can prevent madness, the worst Glad his proud heart; for, oh! the secret wound
Aların'd; che tender mother in her arms
In wild disorder and uncouth array ; [ gord,
Where Horror stalks at large! insatiate Death
How busy art thou, Fate! and how fevere
Promiscuous lic; o'er these the living fight The clammy venom and infectious froch In one eternal broil, not conscious why, Distilling fall; and from his lungs, inflam'd, Nor yet with whom. Sodrunkards, in their cups, Malignant vapours taint the ambient air, Spare not their friends while fentclefs fquabble Breathing perdition ; his dim eyes are glaz'd,
With careful step. Thy fires unquench'd preserve,
In the hot embers hidc; and if surpris'd
Thou feel'st the deadly bitc, quick urge it home Churning he foans, and on his back erect Into the recent fore, and cauterize His pointed bristles rise; his tail incurv'd The wound: spare not thy Acth, nor dread th' He drops, and with harth broken howlings rends
Vulcan thall save when Æfculapius fails. (creat: The poison-tainted air; with rough hoarfe voice Here should the knowing Mulc recount the Incessant bays, and snuffs th'infectious brecze; This way and that he stares aghast, and starts To stop this growing plague: and here, alas ! At his own fhade, jealous, as if he decm'd Each hand presents a for’reign cure, and boalis, The world his foes. If haply tward the stream Infallibility; but boasts in vain. He cast his roving eye, cold horror chills On this depend, cach to his fep'rate feat His foul; averse he fies, trembling appallid; Confine, in fetters bound; give cach his mess Now frantic to the kennel's utmost verge A part, his range in open air; and then Raving he runs, and deals destruction round: If deadly symptoms to thy gricf appear, The pack fly diverse; for whate'er he meets,
Devote the wretch, and let him greatly fall,
If now perchance thro' the weak fence escap'd, Sing, philofophic Mufë! the dire cffects
The bite imprefs'd, to the sea-coafts repair.
A fate more difmal, and fuperior ills, Shall thy fond master with his voice applaud Hang o'er his head devoted. When the moon, Thy gentleness, thy speed; or with his hand Closing her monthly round, returns again Stroke thy soft dappled sides, as he cach day To glad the night, or when full orb’d the shines Visits thy stall, well pleas’d: no more shalt thou High in the vault of Heav'n, the lurking puit With tprightly neighings, to the winding horn Begins the dire allault. The pois'nous foram, And the loud op'ning pack in concert join'd, Thro' the deep wound in till'd with holiile rage,
And all its ficry particles saline,
The jovial crew, that march'd upon its banks Invades th'arterial Auid, whose red waves
In gay parade, with bearded lances arm'd. Tempestuous heave, and, their cohesion broke, This subtle spoiler, of the beaver kind, Fermenting boil; intestine war ensucs,
Far off perhaps, where ancient alders shade And arder to confusion turns embroil'd.
The deep still pool, within fome hollow trunk Now the distended vessels scarce contain Contrives his wicker couch, whence he surveys The wild uproar, but press each weaker part, His long purlieu, lord of the stream, and all Unable to refift : the tender brain
The finny shoals his own. But you, brave youths ! And ftomach suffer most: convulfons Make Dispute rhe felon's claim ; try ev'ry root, His trembling nerves, and wand'ring pungent And ev'ry reedy bank ; encourage all pains
The busy spreading pack, that fearless plunge Pinch sore the sleepless wretch: his fiutt'ring pulse Into the food, and cross the rapid stream. Oft intermits : pentive and fad, he mourns Bid rocks and caves, and cach relounding more His cruel fate, and to his weeping friends Proclaim your bold defiance; loudly raise Laments in vain: to hasty anger prone, Each cheering voice, till distant hills repeat Refents each flight offence, walks with quick step, The triumphs of the vale. On the soft sand, And wildly stares : at laft, with boundless sway See there his seal impress'd! and on that bank The tyrant frenzy reigns : for as the dog Behold the glitt'ring spoils, half-eaten fish, (Whofe fatal bite convey'd th’infectious bane) Scales, fins,
and bones, the leavings of his feast, Raving he foams, and howls, and barks, and bites. Ah! on that yielding lag-bed, see once more Like agitations in his boiling blood
His seal I view. O'er yon dank rushy marsh Present like species to his troubled mind, The ny goose-footed prowler bends his course, His nature and his actions all canine.
And seeks the distant shallows. Huntsman! bring So (as old Homer sung) the associates wild
Thy eager pack, and trail him to his couch. Of wand'ring Ithacus, by Circe's charms Hark! the loud peal begins, the clamʻrous joy, To livine transform'd, ran grunting thro' the The gallant chiding, loads the trembling air. Dreadful cxample to a wicked world! [groves. Ye Naiads fair! who o'er these floods preside, Sce there distress'd he lies! parch'd up with thirst, Raise up your dripping heads above the wave, But dares not drink;. till now at lait his soul, And hear our melody. Th’harmonious notes Trembling, escapes, her noisomne dungeon leaves, Float with the stream, and ev'ry winding creek And to tome purer region wings away.
And hollow rock, that o'er the dimpling flood One labour yet remains, celestial Maid ! Nods pendant, ftill improve from shore to shore Another element demands thy song.
Our sweet reiterated joys. What shouts ! No more o‘er craggy steeps, thro' verts thick
What clamour loud! what gay heart.cheering With pointed thorn, and briers intricate,
sounds Urge on with horn and voice the painful pack, Urge thro’ the breathing brass their mazy way! But skim with wanton wing th'irriguous vale, Nor quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier strains Where winding streams amid the Row'ry meads The dancing billows, when proud Neptune rides Perpetual glide along, and undermine
In triunph o'er thc deep. How greedily The cavern'd banks, by the tenacious roots They snuff the fishy steam that to each blade Of hoary willows arch'd, gloomy retreat Rank-fcenting clings! See! how the morning Of the bright scaly kind, where they at will
[drop On the green wai’ry reed, there pasture, graze, They sweep, that from their feet besprinkling Suck the moist foil, or sumber at their ease, Dispers'd, and leave a track oblique bchind. Rock'd by the restless brook that draws allope Now on firm land they range; then in the flood Its humid train, and laves their dark abodes. They plunge tumultuous, or thro' reedy pools, Where rages not oppression? where, alas! Rustling, they work their way: no holt escapes Is innocence itcure? Rapine and Spoil Their curious search. With quick sensations now Hauntevin the lowett decps; seas have their sharks, The fuming vapour stings; Aurter their hearts, Rivers and ponds enclose the rav'nous pike; And joy redoubled burtis from ev'ry mouth He in his turn becomes a prey; on hiin
In louder tyinphonies. Yon hollow trunk, Th’amphibious otter feaits. Juft is his fate
That with its hoary head incurv'd falutes Deservd: bụt tyrants know no bounds ; nor | The passing wave, must be the tyrant's fort, spcars,
And dread abode. How these impatient climb, That bristle on his back, defend the perch While others at the root incessant bay ! From his wide greedy jaws; nor burnith'd mail They put him down. See, there he dives along! The yellow carp; nor all his arts can save Th’ascending bubbles mark his gloomy way. Th’infinuating cel, thar hides his head
Quick fix the nets, and cut off his retreat Beneath the slimy mad; nor yet escapes Into the sheltring deeps. Ah! there he vents ! The crimfon-spotted trout, the river's pride, The pack plunge licadlong, and protended spears And beauty of the fream. Without remorse Menace destruction, while the troubled surge This inidnight pillager, ranging around, Indignant foams, and all the scaly kind, Insatiare, sıvallow's all. The owner mourns Afrighted, hide their heads. Wild tumult reigns, Th’unpeopled rivulet, and gladly hears, And loud uproar, Ah! there once morc ho The huntsman's early call, and fees with joy
See ! that bold hound has seiz'd him! down they | But inclination to our bofoms leads,
O happiais fincere! what wretch would groan Of vital air. Unequal is the fight
Bencath the galling load of pow'r, or walk Beneath the whelining element; yet there Upon the flipp’ry pavements of the great, He lives not long, but respiration needs Who thus could reign, unenvy'd and secure ? At proper intervals. Again he vents ;
Ye guardian Pow'rs! who make rankind Again the crowd attack. That spear has pierc'd your care, His neck; the crimfon waves confess the wound. Give me to know wise nature's hidden depths, Fix'd is the bearded lance, unwelcome guest, Trace cach mysterious cause, with judgment road Where'er he flies; with him it finks beneath, Th’expanded volume, and submits adore With him it mounts, sure guide to ev'ry foe. That great creative Will, who at a word Inly he groans; nor can his tender wound Spoke forth the wond'rous scene. But if my soul, Bear the cold stream. Lo! to yon sedgy bank To this grofs clay confin’d, futters on carth He creeps disconfolate: his num'rous focs With leis ambitious wing, unskill'd to range Surround him, hounds and men. Pierc'd thro' From orb to orb, where Newton leads the way, and thro',
And view vith piercing eyes the grand machine, On pointed spears they lift him high in air; Worlds above worlds; fubfervient to his voice Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain. Who, veil'd in clouded majesty, alone Bid the loud horns, in gaily-warbling Itrains, Gives light to all, bids the great fyftem move, Proclaim the felon's fate. 'He dies, he dies ! And changeful feafons in their turns advance,
Rejoice, ye scaly tribes! and leaping dance Unmov'd, unchang'd, himself; yet this at least Above the ware, in sign of liberty
Grant me, propitious, an inglorious life, Reitor'd; the cruel tyrant is no more.
Calm and ferene, nor loft in false pursuits Rejoice, secure and bless’d, did not as yet Of wealth or honours; but enough to raise Remain some of your own rapacious kind, My drooping friends, preventing modest want, And man, fierce man! with all his various wiles. Tliat dares not afk ; and if, to crown my joys,
O happy, if ve knew your happy state, Ye grant me health, that, ruddy in my checks, Ye rangers of the fields ! whom Nature's boon Blooms in my life's siecline, fields, woods, and Cheers with her fmiles, and ev'ry clement
ftrcams, Conspires to bless. What if no heroes frown Each tow'ring hill, cach humble vale bclow, From marble pedestals, nor Raphael's works, Shall hear my cheering voice; my hounds shall Nor Titian's lively tints adorn our walls;
Incrived 10 Mr. Pope, 1713*.
Securi prslia ruris
NEMESIAN. Th’ambitious wretch, whose discontented soul
CANTO I. Is harrow'd day and night: he mourns, he pines, Until his prince's favour makes him great. You who the fivects of rural life have known, See, there he comes, th'exalted idol comcs!
Despise th’ungrateful hurry of the town; The circle's forin'd, and all his fawning Naves In Windfir groves your easy hours employ, Devoutly bow to earth; from ev'ry mouth And, undisturb’d, yourself and Mufe enjoy. The nauseous fiatt'iy flows, which he returns
Thames listens to thy strains, and hient flows, With promises that die as soon as born. And no rude wind thro' ruitling oliers bloss; Vile intercourte! where Virtue has no place. While all his wond’ring nymphs around thee Frown but the monarch, and his glories fade;
throng, He mingles with the throng, outcalt, undone, To hear the Syrens warble in thy fong, The pageant of a day; without one friend But I, who ne'er was bless'd by Fortune's hand, To footh his tortur'd mind; all, all are fled; Nor brighten'd ploughshares in paternal land, For tho’ they bask'd in his meridian ray, Long in the noily town have been immur'd, The insects vanilh as his beams decline. Respir'd its finokc, and all its cares endur'd;
Not such our friends; for here no dark design, Where news and politics divide mankind, No wicked int'rest, bribes the venal heart; And schemes of state involve th’uneasy mind; * This Poem received many material corrections from the Author after it was first publified.
Faction cinbroils the world, and ev'ry tongue Here I survey the purple vintage grow,
And tootli'd my harraís'd mind with sweet re. Now from the flow'rs exhaust the fragrant dewi Where fields, and thades, and the refreshing With golden treasures load his little thighs, clime,
And steer his distant journey thro' the ikies; Inspire the tylvan song, and prompt my rhyme. Some against hostile drones the hive defend; My Mufe thall rove through flow'ry incads and Others with sweets the waxen cells dittend: plains,
Each in the toil his destin'd office bears, And deck with Rural Sports hier native strains, And in the little bulk a mighty soul appears. And the same road ambitiously pursue, Or when the ploughman leaves the task of day, Frequented by the Mantuan Siain and You. And trudging homeward whitiles on the way;
'Tis not that rural sports alone invite, When the big-udder'd cows with patience itaad, But all the grateful country breathes delight; Waiting the itrokings of the damfel's hand; Here blocming Health exerts her gentle reign, No waibling cheers the woods; the feather'd choir, And strings the finews of th'industrious swain. To court kind numbers, to the sprays retire; Soon as the morning lark falutes the day, When no rude gale difturbs the ileeping trees, Through dewy fields I take my frequent way, Nor aspen-leaves confess the gentlest brecze; Where I behold the farmer's early care Engag'd in thought, to Neptune's bounds I firaya In the revolving labours of the year.
To take my farewell of the parting day; When the fresh Springin all her state is crown'd, Far in the deep the sun his glory hides, And high luxuriant grass o'ersjueads the ground, A streak of gold the tea and lky divides: The labour'r with a bending Icythe is seen, The purple clouds their amber linings show, Shaving the surface of the waving green; And, edg’d with flame, rolls ev'ry wave below: Or all her native pride difrobes the land, Here penfive I behold the fading light, And incads lays watte before his sweeping hand; | And o’er the distant billow lose my light. While with the mounting fun the meadow glows, Now Night in fient state begins to rise, The fading herbage round he loosely throws: And twinkling orbs bettrow th’uncloudy fries; But, if some lign portend a laiting show'r, Her borrow'd lustre growing Cynthia lends, Th’experienc'd fwain foresees the coming hour; And on the main a glittring path extends ; His fun-burnt hands the scatt'ring fork fortake, Millions of worlds hang in the spacious air, And ruddy damlils pl: the saving rake; Which round their suns their annual circles íteer; In rising hills the fragrant harveft grows, Sweet contemplation elevates my sense, Aim fpreads along the tickel in equal rows. While I survey the works of Providence. Now when the height of hcav’n bright Phæ- O could the Mufe in loftier ftraires rehearse bus gains,
The glorious Author of the universe, And level rays cleave wide the thifty plains, Who rcins the winds, gives the valt ocean bounds, When heifers feck the shade and cooling lake, And circunscribes the floating worlds their And in the middle pathway basks the inake;'
rounds, O lead me, guar? me from the fultry hours; My soul thouhl overflow in songs of praise, Hide me, ye forcits, in your clofest bow's, And my Creator's name inspire my lays ! Where the tall oak his iprcading arms entwines, As in fucceflive course thc calons roll, And with the beech a mutual thade combines; So circliog pleafures recreate the soul. Where fows the murin’ring brook, inviting When genial spring a living warmth bestows, dreains;
And o'er the year her verdant mantle throws, Where bord'ring hazel overhangs the ftreams, No fivelling inundacion hides the grounds, Whose rolling current, 'vinding round and round, But chrytial currents glide within their bounds; With frequent falls makes all the wood relound; The tinny brood their wonted haunts forsake, Upon the irofly couch my limbs I cast, Float in the fun, and skim along the lake: And e'cn at noon the fiveers of ev’ning taste. With frequent leap they range the shallow
Here I puruse the Mantuan's Gcorgic sirains, streams; And learn the labours of Italian swains; Their silver coats reflect their dazzling beams. In ev'ry page I fee new landicapes rise, Now let the fitherman his tojls prepare, And all Hesperia opens to my eyes;
And arm himself with ev'ry wat’ry snare; I wander o'er the various rural toil,
His hooks, his lines, peruse with careful eye, And know the nature of each diff'rent foil : Increase his tackle, and his rod re-tye. This waving field is gilded o'er with corn; When floating clouds their ipongyileeces drain, That, spreading trees with blushing fruit adorn: Troubling the trains with fivift descending rain,
And waters, tumbling down the mountain's side, | He shakes the boughs that on the margin grow,
Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds,
Far from the stream the twisted hair he throws, The new-form'd infect on the water moves, Which down the murm’ring current gently flows; The speckled trout the curious înare approves; When, if or chance or hunger's pow’rful sway Upon the curling surface let it glide, Directs the roving trout this fatal way, With nat’ral motion from thy hand supply'd; He greedily fucks in the twining bait,
Against the itream now gently let it play, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat : Now in the rapid eddy roll away, Now, happy fisherman, now twitch the line ! The scaly shoals float by, and, sciz'd with fear, How thy rod bends! behold the prize is chine! Behold their fellows toft in thinner air; Caft on the bank, he dies with gasping pains, But soon they leap, and catch the swimming bait, And trickling blood his silver mail distains. Plunge on the hook, and thare an equal fare,
You must not ev'ry worm promiscuous use; When a brisk gale against the current blows, Judgment will tell the proper bait to chufe: And all the watry plain in wrinkles flows, The worm that draws a long immod’rate fize Then let the fisherman his art repeat, The trout abhors, and the rank morsel flies; Where bubbling eddies favour the deceit, And, if too sınall, the naked fraud's in fight, If an enormous salınon chance to spy And fear forbids, while hunger does invite. The wanton errors of the floating fly, Those baits will best reward the filher's pains, He lifts his silver gills above the food, Whose polish'd tails a thining yellow stains : And greedily sucks in th’unfaithful food; Cleanse them from filth, to give a tempting gloss, Then downward plunges with the fraudful prey, Cherish the fully'd reptile race with moss; And bears with joy the little poil away : Amid the verdant bed they twine, they toil, Soon in finart pain he feels the dire mistake, And from their bodies wipe their native soil. Lathes the wave, and beats the foamy lake;
But, when the sun displays his glorious beams, With sudden rage he now aloft appcars, And thallow rivers flow with silver streams, And in his eye convulsive anguish bears ; Then the deceit the scaly breed survey, And now again, impatient of the wound, Balk in the fun, and look into the day :
He rolls and wreathes his thining body round; You now a more delusive art must try, Then headlong thoots beneath the dashing tide; And tempt their hunger with the curious fly, The trembling fins the boiling wave divide. To frame the little animal, provide
Now hope exalts the fisher's beating heart; All the gay hues that wait on female pride : Now he turns pale, and fears his dubious art; Lei nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire He views the tumbling sith with longing eyes, The shining bellies of the fly require;
While the linc stretches with th’unwieldy prize; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Each motion humours with his fteady hands, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. And one flight hair the mighty bulk commands: Each gaudy bird fomne slender tribute brings, Till, tir'd at last, despoil'd of all his strength, And lends the growing infect proper wings: The game athwart the stream unfolds his length. Silks of all colours must their aid impart, He noiv, with pleasure, views the gasping prize And ev'ry fur promote the fisher's art.
Gnash his sharp teeth, and roli his blood-lhot eyes; So the gay lady, with expensive care,
Then draws him to the shore, with artful care, Borrows the pride of land, of fea, and air; And lifts his nostrils in the fick’ning air : Furs, pearls, and plumes, the glitt'ring thing Upon the burthen'd stream he floating lies, displays,
Stretches his quiv'ring fins, and, gasping, dies. Dazzles our eyes, and easy hearts betrays. Would you preserve a num'rous finny race!
Mark well the various seasons of the year, Let your ficrce dogs the rav’nous otter chace How the succeeding insect race appear; (Th'amphibious monster ranges all the thores, In this revolving moon one colour reigns, Darts thro' the waves, and ev'ry haunt explores); Which in the next the fickle trout disdains. Or let the gin his roving steps betrav, Oft have I seen a skilful angler try
And save from hostile jaws the (caly prey.
Perplex the fisher; I nor chule to bear