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Ieantime a moving fcene was open laid; 'hat lazar house, I whilom in my lay epainted have, its horrors deep difplay'd, nd gave unnumber'd wretches to the day, Who toffing there in fqualid mifery lay. pon as of facred light the unwonted fmile our'd on thefe living catacombs its ray, hrough the drear caverns ftretching many a mile, [woes a while.

fick up-rais'd their heads, and dropp'd their O heav'ns! (they cry’d) and do we once more fee [fair! Yon blessed fun, and this green carth fo Are we from noifome damps of pest-house • free?

And drink our fouls the fweet ethereal air? O thou or knight, or god! who holdeft 'there

That fiend, oh keep him in eternal chains; But what for us, the children of despair, Brought to the brink of hell, what hope

• remains?

pentance does itself but aggravate our pains! he gentle knight, who faw their rueful cafe, et fall adown his filver beard fome tears. Certes (quoth he) it is not even in grace T'undo the paft, and cke your broken years: Nathlefs, to nobler worlds repentance rears, With humble hope, her eye; to her is given A power the truly contrite heart that cheers; She quells the brand by which the rocks are riven; [Heaven.

e more than merely foftens, fhe rejoices Then patient bear the fufferings you have ' earn'd,

And by thefe fufferings purify the mind;
Let wifdom be by paft mifconduct learn'd;
Ör pious die, with penitence refign'd;
And to a life more happy and refin'd,
Doubt not, you shall new creatures yet arife.
Till then, you may expect in me to find
One who will wipe your forrow from your
' eyes;

ae who will foothe your pangs, and wing you 6 to the skies.'

They filent heard, and pour'd their thanks in



For you (refum'd the Knight, with fterner Whofe hard dry hearts the obdurate demon • fears, [groan; That villains gifts will coft you many a In dolorous manfion long you must bemoan His fatal charms, and weep your stains

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And with feraphic flame compaffion blends. At once, delighted, to their charge they fly: When, lo! a goodly hofpital afcends;

In which they bade cach lenient aid be nigh, That could the fick-bed smoothe of that fad company.

It was a worthy edifying fight,

And gives to human-kind peculiar grace,
To fee kind hands attending day and night,
With tender miniftry, from place to place.
Some prop the head; fome from the pallid face
Wipe off the faint cold dews weak nature sheds;
Some reach the healing draught: the whilft,
to chace

The fear fupreme around their foften'd beds, Some holy man by prayer all-op'ning Haven difpreads.

Attended by a glad acclaiming train,
Of thofe he refcu'd had from gaping hell,
Then turn'd the Knight, and, to his hall again
Soft-pacing, fought of Peace the moffy cell:
Yet down his cheeks the gems of pity fell,
To fee the helplefs wretches that remain'd,
There left through delves and defarts dire to
Amaz'd, their looks with pale difmay were
And spreading wide their hands, they meek re-
pentance feign'd.

But, ah! their fcorned day of grace was pate
For (horrible to tell!) a defart wild
Before them stretch'd, bare, comfortless, and
With gibbets, bones, and carcafes defil'd'
There nor trim field nor lively culture fmil'd;
Nor waving thade was feen, nor fountain fair;
But fands abrupt on fands lav loofely pil'd,
Through which they flound'ring toil'd with

painful care,

Whilft Phoebus fmote them fore, and fir'd the cloudlefs air.

Then, varying to a joylefs land of bogs,
The fadden'd country a grey wafte appear'd;
Where nought but putrid ftreans and noifome

For ever hung on drizzly Aufter's beard; Or elfe the ground by piercing Caurus fear'd, Was jagg'd with froft, or heap'd with glazed fnow: [fteer'd, Thro' thefe extremes a ceafelefs round they By cruel fiends ftill hurry'd to and fro, Gaunt Beggary, and Scorn, with many hellhounds moc.

The first was with bafe dunghill rags vend,
Tainting the gale in which they flutter'd light,
Of morbid hue his features, funk and fad;
His hollow eyne fhook forth a fickly light;
And o'er his lank-jaw bone, in piteous plight,
His black rough beard was matted, rank, and

Direful to fee! an heart-appalling fight! Meantime foul fcurf and blotches him defile; And dogs, where'er he went, ftill barked all the while. The

In some small fray victorious! when (ni
Of thatter'd parcels of this earth ufurp'd
By violence unmanly, and fore deeds
Of cruelty and blood) Nature herself
Stood all fubdu'd by him, and open laid
Her ev'ry latent glory to his view!
All intellectual eye, our folar round
Firft gazing thro', he by the blended posi
Of Gravitation and Projection, faw
The whole in filent harmony revolve.
From unaffifted vifion hid, the moons
To cheer remoter planets numerous form't,
By him in all their mingled tracts were fan
He alfo fix'd our wand'ring queen of night
Whether the wanes into a fcanty orb,
Or, waxing broad, with her pale fhadowy
In a foft deluge overflows the fky.
Her ev'ry motion, clear difcerning, He
Adjusted to the mutual Main, and taught
Why now the mighty mats of water faci
Refiftlefs, heaving on the broken rocks,
And the full river turning; till again
The tide revertive, unattracted, leaves
A yellow wafte of idle fands behind.
Then breaking hence, he took his ardent
Thro' the blue infinite; and ev'ry ftar

The other was a fell defpightful fiend :
Hell holds none worfe in baleful bow'r below:
By pride, and wit, and rage, and rancor keen'd;
Of Man alike, if good or bad the foe:
With nofe up-turn'd, he always made a fhew
As if he fielt fome naufeous fcent;
his eye
Was cold and keen, like blast from Boreal

And taunts he caften forth most bitterly.
Such were the twain that off drove this ungodly

Even fo through Brentford town, a town of
An herd of briftly fwine is prick'd along; [mud,
The filthy beafts, that never chew the cud,
Still grunt and fqueak, and fing their troublous
And oft they plunge themfelves the mire
But aye the ruthlefs driver goads them on,
And aye of barking dogs the bitter throng
Makes them renew their unmelodious moan;
Ne ever find they reft from their unrefting fone.

$53. To the Memory of Sir Ifaac Newton.

Infcribed to the Right Honourable Sir Robert Which the clear concave of a winter's s




foul of Newton quit this

To mingle with the ftars; and ev'ry Mufe,
Aftonish'd into filence, fhun the weight
Of honours due to his illuftrious name?
But what can man?-Ev'n now the fons of light,
In ftrains high-warbled to feraphic lyre,
Hail his arrival on the coaft of blifs,

Yet am I not deterr'd, though high the theme,
And fung to harps of angels; for with you,
Ethereal flames! ambitious I afpire
In Nature's general fymphony to join.

And what new wonders can you fhew your

Who, while on this dim fpot, where mortals toil
Clouded in dust, from motion's fimple laws,
Could trace the fecret hand of Providence,
Wide-working thro' this univerfal frame!

Have ye not liften'd, while he bound the funs
And planets to their spheres! th'unequal task
Of human-kind till then. Oft had they roll'd
O'er erring man the year, and oft difgrac'd
The pride of fchools, before their courfe was
Full in its caufes and effects, to him, [known
All-piercing fage! who fat not down and dream'd
Romantic fchemes, defended by the din
Of fpecious words and tyranny of names;
But, bidding his amazing mind atttend,
And with heroic patience, years on years
Deep-fearching, faw at last the fyftein dawn,
And fhine, of all his race, on him alone!
What were his raptures then! how pure! how

And what the triumphs of old Greece and Rome,
By his diminish'd, but the pride of boys

Pours on the eye, or aftronomic tube,
Far-ftretching, fnatches from the dark ab
Or fuch as farther in fucceffive fkies
To fancy fhine alone, at his approach
Blaz'd into funs, the living centre each
Of an harmonious fyftem: all combin'd,
And rul'd unerring by that fingle pow'r
Which draws the stone projected to the gra

O unprofufe magnificence divine!
O wildom truly perfect! thus to call
From a few caufes fuch a scheme of thing,
Effects fo various, beautiful, and great,
An univerfe complete! and, O belov'd
Of Heav'n, whole well-purg'd penetrative t
The myftic veil tranfpiercing, inly feann'd
The riding, moving, wide-eftablish'd frame!

He, firft of men, with awful wing purfi'l The Comet thro' the long elliptic curve, As round innum'rous worlds he wound his Till to the forehead of our ev'ning y Return'd, the blazing wonder glares anew, And o'er the trembling nations shakes difia

The heav'ns are all his own; from the Of whirling vortices, and circling fpheres, ~=" To their first great fimplicity retior'd. The schools aftonish'd stood; but found it t To combat still with demonftration ftrong, And, unawaken'd, dream beneath the bi Of truth. At once their pleafing vifions, With the gay fhadows of the morning mat When Newton rofe, our philofophic fun.

The aerial flow of found was known to him. From whence it firft in wavy circles breaks, Till the touch'd organ takes the melage Nor could the darting beam, of fpeed int Efcape his fwift purfuit, and meafuring eve Even Light itfelf, which ev'ry thing c


one undifcover'd, till his brighter mind twisted all the fhining robe of day; d from the whit'ning undiftinguith'd llecting ev'ry ray into his kind, dr the charm'd eye educ'd the gorgeous train parent-colours. First, the flaming red erung vivid forth; the tawny orange next; and next delicious yellow, by whofe fide all the kind beams of all-refreshing green; en the pure blue, that fivells autumnal kies, hereal play'd; and then, of fadder hue, Energ'd the deepen'd indico, as when

e heavy-kirted ev'ning droops with frost. hile the laft gleamings of refracted light 'd in the fainting violet away, refe, when the clouds diftil the rofy fhow'r, eine out diftinct adown the wat'ry bow; chile o'er our heads the dewy vision bends lightful, melting on the fields beneath. Lyriads of mingling dyes from thefe refult, and myriads ftill remain-Infinite source beauty ever flushing! ever new! Did ever poet image aught fo fair, [brook! reaming in whifp'ring groves by the hoarfe prophet, to whofe rapture heav'n defcends! ven now the fetting fun and fhifting clouds, en, Greenwich, from thy lovely heights, de

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ow juft, how beauteous, the refractive law !
The noifelefs tide of time, all bearing down
o vast eternity's unbounded fea,
Where the green islands of the happy fhine,
e ftemm'd alone: and to the fource (involv'd
eep in primæval gloom) afcending, rais'd
is lights at equal diftances, to guide
iftorian, wilder'd on his darkfome way.
But who can number up his labours who
is high difcoveries fing! when but a few
of the deep-ftudying race can ftretch their minds
o what he knew: in fancy's lighter thought
Iow fhall the Mufe then grafp the mighty theme?
What wonder thence that his devotion fwell'd
Lefponfive to his knowledge! for could he,
Whofe piercing mental eye diffufive saw
The finish'd univerfity of things,

n all its order, magnitude, and parts,
Torbear inceffant to adore that Pow'r
Who fills, fuftains, and actuates the whole?
Say, ye who beft can tell, ye happy few
Who faw him in the fofteft lights of life,
All unwithheld, indulging to his friends
The vaft unborrow'd treatures of his mind,

Oh fpeak the wond'rous man! how mild, how


How greatly humble, how divinely good!
How firm eftablish'd on eternal truth;
Fervent in doing well, with ev'ry nerve
Still preffing on, forgetful of the paft,
And panting for perfection: far above
Thofe little cares and vifionary jovs
That fo perplex the fond impaffion'd heart
Of ever-cheated, ever-trusting man!

And you, ye hopeless gloomy-minded tribe,
You, who unconscious of thofe nobler flights

That reach impatient at immortal life,
Against the prime endearing privilege
Of being dare contend, fay, can a foul
Of such extensive, deep, tremendous powers,
Enlarging ftill, be but a finer breath
Of fpirits dancing thro' their tubes a while,
And then for ever loft in vacant air?

But hark! methinks I hear a warning voice,
Solemn as when fome awful change is come,
Sound thro' the world" 'Tis done! the mea-
"fure's full,
"And I refign my charge."-Ye mould'ring
That build the tow'ring pyramid, the proud
Triumphal arch, the monument effac'd
By ruthless ruin, and whate'er fupports
The worship'd name of hoar Antiquity,
Down to the duft! what grandeur can ye boaft,
While Newton lifts his column to the fkies,
Beyond the waste of time. Let no weak drop
Be thed for him. The virgin in her bloom
Cut off, the joyous youth, and darling child,
Thefe are the tombs that claim the tender tear
And elegiac fong. But Newton calls
For other notes of gratulation high,

That now he wanders thro' thofe endless worlds
He here fo well defery'd, and, wond'ring, talks
And hymns their Author with his glad compeers.

O Britain's boast! whether with angels thou
Sitteft in dread difcourfe, or fellow-bleft,t
Who joy to fee the honour of their kind;
Or whether, mounted on cherubic wing,
Comparing things with things, in rapture loft,
Thy fwift carcer is with the whirling orbs,
And grateful adoration, for that light
So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below,
From Light himself-Oh look with pity down
On human kind, a frail erroneous race!
O'er thy dejected country chief prefide,
Exalt the fpirit of a downward world!
And be her Genius call'd! her ftudies raife,
Correct her manners, and infpire her youth:
For, though deprav'd and funk she brought thee

And glories in thy name, the points thee out
To all her fons, and bids them eye thy ftar :
While in expectance of the fecond life,
When time fhall be no more, thy facred duft
Sleeps with her kings, and dignifies the scene.

$54. Hymn on Solitude. THOMSON.
HAIL, mildly-pleafing Solitude,

Companion of the wife and good:
But from whofe holy piercing eye.
The herd of fools and villains fly.

Oh how I love with thee to walk,
And liften to thy whisper'd talk,
Which innocence and truth imparts,
And melts the most obdurate hearts.

A thousand shapes you wear with eafe,
And ftill in ev'ry fhape you pleafe.
Now wrapt in fome myfterious dream,
A lone philofopher you feem;


Now quick from hill to vale you fly,

In thy serener shades our ghosts delight, And now you sweep the vaulted sky.

And court the umbrage of the night; A shepherd next you haunt the plain,

In vaults and gloomy caves they stray, And warble forth your oaten Itrain,

But fly the morning beams, and ficken at the A lover now, with all the grace

day. Of that fiveet passion in your face :

Though solid bodics dare exclude the light, Then, calm’d to friendship, you assume

Nor will the brightest ray admit; The gentle-looking Hartford's bloom,

No substance can thy force repel, [dwell. As, with her Musidora, she

Thou reign'ft in depths below, doft in the centre (Her Musidora fond of thee) Amid the long withdrawing vale,

The sparkling gems, and ore in mines below,

To thee their beauteous luftre owe;
Awakes the rival'd nightingale.
Thinc is the balıny breath of morn,

Tho'form'd within the womb of night,

Bright as their fire they shine, with native rays Just as the dew-bent rose is born;

of light. And while meridian fervors bcat, Thine is the woodland dumb rctrcat;

When thou dost raise thy venerable head, But chief, when cv'ning scenes decay,

And art in genuine night array'd, And the faint landscape swims away,

Thy negro beauties then delight; Thine is the doubtful foft decline,

Beauties, like polith'd jet, with their own darkAnd that best hour of musing thine.

nefs bright. Descending angels bless thy train,

Thou dost thy (miles impartially bestow, The virtues of the fage and lwain;

And know'st no diff'rence here below: Plain innocence, in white array'd,

All things appear the same by thee, Before thee lifts her fearless head :

Though light distinction makes, chou giv'it Religion's beams around thee fhine,

equality. And cheer thy glooms with light divine : About the sports fiveet Liberty ;

Thou, Darkness, art the lover's kind retreat,

And doft the nuptial joys complete; And wrapt Urania sings to thee.

Thou dost inspire them with thy shade, Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell! And in thy deep recesses dwell.

Giv'st vigour to the youth, and warm'st the Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill,

yielding maid. When meditation has her fill,

Calm as the bless'd above, the Anch'rites dwell cast my careless eyes

Within their peaceful gloomy cell; Where London's spiry turrets rise;

Their minds with heav'nly joys are fill'd; Think of its crimnes, its cares, its pain, The pleasures Light deny, thy thades for ever Then Thield me in the woods again.

In caves of night, the oracles of old

Did all their mysteries unfold: $ 55. Hynin to Darkness. YALDEN.

Darkness did first religion grace, [place. DARKNESS, thou first great parent of us all, Gave terrors to the God, and rev'rence to the Thou art our great original z

When the Almighty did on Horeb ftand,
Since from thy universal womb

Thy shades inclos'd the hallow'd land; Docs all thou shad'It below, thy numerous off- In clouds of light he was array'd, spring come.

And venerable darkness his pavilion made.
Thy wond'rous birth is evin to Time unknown, When he appeard arm'd in his power and might,
Or, like Eternity, thou’dst none;

He veil'd the beatific light;
Whilft Light did its first being owe

When terrible with majesty,
Unto that awful thade it dares to rival now. In tempests he gave laws, and clad himself in thee.
Say, in what diftant region dost thou dwell, Ere the foundation of the earth was laid,
To Reason inaccellible?

Or brighter firmament was made;
From form and duller inatter free,

Ere matter, time, or place was known, Thou foar'ít above the reach of man's philosophy. Thou, Monarch Darkness, fway’dst these spa

cious realms alone. Involu'd in thee, we first receive our breath, Thou art our refuge too in death :

But now the moon(tho'gay with borrow'd light) Great Monarch of the grave and womb,

Invades thy scanty lot of Night: Where'er our louls shall go, to thec our bodies

By rebel subjects thou'rt betray'd,

The anarchy of stars depose their monarch,Shade.
The filent globe is struck with awful fear Yet fading light its empire must resign,
When thy majestic Thades appear:

And Nature's pow'r submit to thine:
Thou dost compose the air and fea;

An universal ruin thall erect thy throne, And Earth a Sabbath keeps, sacred to rest and And Fate confirm thy kingdom ever more thy thee.


I just may



§ 56. Education. WEST.
Written in imitation of the Style and Manner of
Spenfer's Fairy Queen.

Infcribed to Lady Langham, widow of Sir Jo.
Langham, Bart.

Unum ftudium vere liberale eft, quod liberum
"facit. Hoc fapientiæ ftudium eft, fublime,
"forte, magnanimum: cætera pufilla et pue-
"rilia funt.-Plus fcire velle quam fit falis in-

temperantiæ genus eft. Quid, quod ifta libe«ralium artium confectatio moleftos, verbofos, * intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, et ideo non "dicentes neceffaria, quia fupervacua didiceSEN. Ep. 88.

“ runt.”

O GOODLY discipline! from Heav'n yfprung,
Parent of Science, Queen of Arts refin'd!
To whom the Graces and the Nine belong,
O! bid those Graces, in fair chorus join'd
With each-bright Virtue that adorns the mind,
O! bid the Muses, thine harmonious train,
Who, by thy aid, erst humaniz'd mankind,
Infpire, direct, and moralize the train
That doth effay to teach thy treafures how to gain!

And thou, whofe pious and maternal care,
The fubftitute of heav'nly Providence,
With tend'reft love my orphan life did rear,
And train me up to manly ftrength and fenfe,
With mildeft awe and virtuous influence
Directing my unpractis'd wayward feet
To the fmooth walks of Truth and Innocence,
Where Happiness heartfelt, Contentment fweet,
Philofophy divine, aye hold their bleit retreat!

Thou, most belov'd, most honour'd, most re

Accept this Verfe, to thy large merit due !
And blame me not if by each tie endear'd
Of nature, gratitude, and friendship true,
The whiles this mortal thefis I purfue,
And trace the plan of goodly nurture + o'er,
I bring thy modeft virtues into view,

And proudly boaft that from thy precious

Which erft enrich'd my heart, I drew this facred

And thus, I ween, thus fhall I beft repay
The valu'd gifts thy careful love bestow'd,
If imitating thee well as I may,

I labour to diffufe th'important good,

Nurture, education.

Till this great truth by all be understood, "That ail the pious duties which we owe "Our parents, friends, our country, and our "The feeds of ev'ry virtue here below, [God, "From difcipline alone and early culture grow."



The Knight, as to Pedia's house
He his young fon conveys,

Is faid by Cuftom, with him fights,
And his vain pride difdays.

GENTLE knight there was, whose noble

O'er Fairyland by Fame were blazon'd round;
For warlike enterprize and fage areeds ‡
Among the chief alike was he renown'd;
Whence with the marks of highest honours
By Gloriana, in domestic peace, [crown'd
That port to which the wife are ever bound,
He anchor'd was, and chang'd the toiling feas
Of bustling busy life for calm fequefter'd eafe.
There, in domeftic virtue rich and great,
As erft in public, 'mid his wide domain
Long in primeval patriarchal state
The lord, the judge, the father of the plain,
He dwelt; and with him in the golden chain
Of wedded faith ylink'd a matron fage

Aye dwelt, fweet partner of his joy and pain!
Sweet charmer of his youth, friend of his age,
Skill'd to improve his blifs, his forrows to affuage.
From this fair union, not of fordid gain
But merit fimilar and mutual love,
True fource of lineal virtue, fprung a train
Of youths and virgins, like the beauteous grove
Which round the temple of Olympic Jove
Begirt with youthful bloom the parent tree ||,
The facred olive, whence old Elis wove
Her verdant crowns of peaceful victory,
The guerdons§of bold strength and swift activity.
So round their noble parents goodly rofe
Thefe gen'rous fcions; they with watchful care
Still as the fwelling paffions 'gan difclofe
The buds of future virtues, did prepare
With prudent culture the young fhoots to rear;
And aye in this endearing pious toil

Theyby a palmerfage inftructed were, [while
Who from deep thought and ftudious fearch ére-
Had learnt to mend the heart and till the human

For, by celestial Wisdom whilom led,
Thro' all the apartments of th'immortal mind,
He view'd the fecret ftores,and mark'd the fted t
To judgment, wit, and memory affign'd,

Pædia is a Greek word, fignifying Education.

Areeds, counfels.

Parent tree, the jacred olive.] This tree grew in the Altis, or facred grove of Olympic Jupiter, at Olyın. pia, having, as the Eleans pretended, been originally planted there by Hercules. It was esteemed facred and from that were taken the Olympic crowns.

Guerdons, rewards.

**Palmer, pilgrim.-The perfon here fignified is Mr. Locke, characterized by his Works.

+Sted, place, ftation.

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