Page images

How various greens in faint degrees

Full many a melancholy night Tinge the tall groups of various trees;

He watch'd the slow return of light; While, careless of the changing year,

And fought the posw'rs of Neep The pine cerulean, never fear,

To spread a momentary calm Towers distinguish'd from the rest,

O'er his sad couch, and in the balm And proudly vaunts her winter vest.

Of blandoblivion's dews his burning eyes to steep. Within some whispʻring osier ille,

Full oft, unknowing and unknown, Where Glym's low banks neglected smile; He wore his endless noons alone, And each trim meadow ftill retains

Amid th'autumnal wood: The wint'ry torrent's oozy Itains :

Oft was he wont, in hafty fit, Beneath a willow, long forfook,

Abrupt the social board to quit, [fond. The fisher seeks his custom'd nook; And bursting thro' the crackling ledge

And gaze with eager glance upon the cunibling That crowns the current's cavern'd edge,

Beck’ning the wretch to torments new, He kartles from the bord’ring wood

Despair, for ever in his view, The bathtul wild-duck's early brood.

A spectre pale, appear'd; O'er the broad downs, a novel race,

While, as the shades of eve arose Frilk the lambs, with fault'ring pace,

And brought the day's unwelcome close, And, with eager bleatings, fill

More horrible and huge her giant-shape the The fors that skirts the beacon'd hill.

rear'd. His free-born vigour yet unbroke

• Is this,' mistaken Scorn will cry, To lordly man's ufurping yoke,

• Is this the youth, whole genius high The bounding colt forgets to play:

• Could build the genuine rhime Baking beneath the noontide ray,

• Whose bofom mild che favoring Muse And stretch'd among the daisies pride

Had stor'd with all her ample views, Of a green dingle's floping side :

* Parent of faireft deeds, and purposes sublime?' While far beneath, where nature spreads

Ah! from the Muse that borom mild,
Her boundless length of level ineads,
In loose luxuriance taught to stray,

By treach'rous magic, was beguild,

To ftrike the deathful blow:
A thousand tumbling rills inlay
With silver veins the vale, or pass

She fill'd his soft ingenuous mind
Redundant thro' the sparkling grass.

With many a feeling too refind, [wot! Yet, in these presages rude,

And rous'd to livelier pangs his wakeful fente of Midft her pensive folitude,

Tho' duom'd hard penury to prove, Fancy, with prophetic glance,

And the sharp stings of hopeless love, Sees the teeming months advance,

To griefs congenial prone, The field, the forest, green and gay,

More wounds than nature gave he knews The dappled Nope, the tedded hay's

While misery's form his fancy drew Sees the reddening orchard blow,

In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own. The harvest wave, the vintage flows

Then with not o'er his earthly comb Sees June unfold his glossy robe

The baleful nightshade's lurid bloom Of thousand hues o'er all the globe;

To drop its deadly dew: Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn,

Nor oh! forbid the twisted thom, And plenty load her ample horn.

That rudely binds his turf forlorn (anew

With spring's green-swelling bunch, to yegetate $ 67. Ode. The Suicide. T. WARTON.

What tho' no marble-piled bult
BENEATH the beech, whose branches bare, Adorn his desolated dust
Smit with the lightning's livid glare,

With speaking sculpture wmught !
O’erhang the craggy road,

Pity Thall won the weeping Nine And whistle hollow as they wave,

To build a visionary thrine, [brought. Within a solitary grave,

Hung with unfading How'rs, from fairy regions A wretched Suicide holds his accurs'd abode. What tho' refus'd cach chanted rite ? Lowr'd the grim morn, in murky dies

Here viewless moumers thall delight
Damp mists involv'd the scowling skies,

To touch the shadowy shell :
And dimm'd the struggling day;

And Petrarch's harp, that wept the doom
As by the brook that ling ring laves

Of Laura, loft in early bloom, Yon ruth-grown moor with fable waves, In melancholy tones thall ring his pensive knell Full of the dark refolve he took his fullen way. To footh a lone, unhallow'd shade, I mark'd his desultory pace,

This votive dirge (au duty paid, His gestures strange, and varying face,

Within an ivy'd nook : With many a mutter'd round;

Sudden the half-funk orb of day And ah! too late aghat I view'd

More radiant shot its parting ray, The recking blade, the hand embru’d: And thus a cherub-voice my chara'd attention He fell, and groaning gralp'din agony the ground. took.


• Forbear,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praife; Nor thus for guilt in fpecious lays The wreath of glory twine: In vain with hues of gorgeous glow Gay Fancy gives her veft to flow, [confine. Unlefs Truth's matron-hand the floating folds Juft Heav'n, man's fortitude to prove, Permits thro' life at large to rove . The tribes of hell-born woe: Yet the fame Pow'r that wifely fends 'Life's fierceft ills, indulgent lends Religion's golden field to break th'embattled Her aid, divine had lull'd to reft Yon foul felf-murd'rer's throbbing breast, • And stay'd the rising storm : Had bade the fun of hope appear To gild the darken'd hemifphere, And give the wonted bloom to nature's blafted Vain man! 'tis Heaven's prerogative To take, what firft it deign'd to give, Thy tributary breath:

Who, mufing, waste the fummer hour,
Where high o'er-arching trees embow'r
The graffy lane, fo rarely pac'd,
With azure flow'rets idly grac'd!
Unnotic'd now, at twilight's dawn
Returning reapers crofs the lawn:
Nor fond attention loves to note
The wether's bell, from folds remote !
While own'd by no poetic eye,
Thy penfive ev'ning fhade the sky!


In awful expectation plac'd,

• Await thy doom, nor impious hafte


To pluck from God's right hand his inftru-
'ments of death:'

For lo! the bard who rapture found
From ev'ry rural fight or found;
Whofe genius warm, and judgment chale,
No charm of genuine nature past;
Who felt the Mufe's pureft fires,
Far from thy favour'd haunt retires:
Who peopled all thy vocal bow 'rs
With thadowy fhapes and airy pow'rs.

Behold, a dread repofe resumes,
As erft, thy fad fequefter'd glooms!

From the deep dell, where fhaggy roots
Fringe the rough brink with wreathed thou
Th'unwilling genius flies forlorn,
His primrote chaplet rudely torn.
With hollow fhrick the nymphs forfake
The pathlefs copte and hedge-row brake;
Where the delv'd mountain's headlong t
Its chalky entrails opens wide.

§68. Ode. Sent to a Friend on his leaving d On the green fummit, ambush'd high,

favourite Village in Hampshire.

AH, mourn thy lov'd retreat! No more
Shall claffic fteps thy fcenes explore!
When morn's pale rays but faintly peep
fer vonder oak-crown'd airy steep,
Who now thali climb its brows, to view
The length of landfips ever new;
Where Summer flings, in carclefs pride,
Her vary'd vetture far and wide!
Who mark, beneath, each village-charm,
-Or grange, or elm-encircled farin:
The flinty dove-cote's crowded roof,
Watch'd by the kite that fails aloof:
The tufted pines, whofe umbrage tall
Darkens the long deferted hall:
The vet'ran beech, that on the plain
Collects at eve the playful train:
The cot that fimokes with early fire,
The low-roof'd fane's embofom'd tpire!
Who now thall indolently ftray
Thro' the deep foreft's tangled way;
Pleas'd at his cuftom'd tafk to find
The well-known hoars-treed hind,
That toils with feeble hands, to glean
Of wither'd boaghs his pittance mean!
Who mid thy nooks of hazle fit,
Loft in tome melancholy fit;
And lift'ning to the raven's croak,
The diftant fail, the falling oak!

Who, thro' the funthine and the fhow'r,
Defery the rainbow-painted tow'r ?
Who, wand'ring at return of May,
Watch the first cuckow's vernal lay ?

No longer echo loves to lie.

No pearl-crown'd maids, with wily look,
Rife beck'ning from the reedy brock.
Around the glow-worm's glimm'ring bank
No fairies run in fiery rank;
Nor brush, half-feen, in airy tread,
The violet's unprinted head.
But fancy, from the thickets brown,
The glades that wear a confcious frown,
The foreft-oaks, that pale and lone,
Nod to the blaft with hoarfer tone,
Rough glens, and fullen waterfalls,
Her bright idcal offspring calls,-
So by fome fage inchanter's fpell
(As old Arabian fablers tell)
Amid the folitary wild,
Luxuriant gardens gaily finil'd:
From fapphire rocks the fountains stream'd;
With golden fruit the branches beam'd;
Fair forms, in ev'ry wonderous wood,
Or lightly tripp'd, or folemn food;
And oft, retreating from the view,
Betray'd, at diftance, beauties new;
While gleaming o'er the crifped bow'rs
Rich fpires arofe, and sparkling tow'rs.
If bound on fervice new to go,
The mafter of the magic fhow
His transitory charm withdrew,
Away th'illufive landscape flew :
Dun clouds obfcur'd the groves of gold,
Blue lightning fimote the blooming mold;
In vifionary glory rear'd,

The gorgeous caftle difappear'd:
And a bare heath's unfruitful plain
Ufurp'd the wizard's proud domain.

$69. The Art of preserving Health. ARMSTRONG. Howe'er im perfect; and permit that I

My little knowledge with my country fare, Book I. AIR.


you the rich Asclepian stores unlock, DAUGHTER of Pæon, queen of ev'ry joy, And, with new graces, dignify the theme.

Hygeia ***; whose indulgent smile sustains Ye who, amid this feviddl world, would wear The various race luxuriant nature pours, A body free of pain, of cares a mind, And on th’immortal eflences beitows

Fly the rank city, thun its turbid air; Immortal youth, auspicious, O descend !

Breathe not the chaos of ccrual smoke Thou cheerful guardian of the rolling year, And volailc corruption, from the dead, Whether thou wanton'st on the western gale, The dying, fick’nios, and the living world Or shak'st the rigid pinions of the north, Exhai'd, to fully heav'n's transparent doine Diffusest life and vigour thro' the tracts

With dim mortality. It is not Air Of air, thro' earth, and ocean's deep domain ! That from a thoufand lungs recks back to thine, When thro' the blue ferenity of heav'n

Sated with exhalations rank and fell, Thy pow'r approaches, all the wasteful host The spoil of dunghills, and the putrid thaw Of pain and fickness, fqualid and deforin'd, Of nature, when from shape and texture the Confounded sink into the loathsome gloom, Relapses into fighting elements : Where, in deep Erebus involv'd, the fiends It is not Air, but floats a nauscous mass Grow more profane. Whatever hapes of death, Of all obscene, cor! upt, offensive things. Shook from the hideous chambers of the globe,' Much moisture hurts, but here a furdid baths Swarm thro' the shudd'ring air; whatever plagues With oily rancour fraught, iclaxes more Or meagre famine breeds, or with now wings The folid frame than simple moisture can. Rife from the putrid wat’ry element,

Besides, immur'd in many a fullen bay The damp waste forest, motionless and rank, That nevir felt the freshness of the breeze, That smothers earth and all the breathlefs winds, This numb'ring Deep remains, and ranker grows Or the vile carnage of th'inhuman field; With fickly rent : and (tho' the lungs abhor Whatever baneful breathes the rotten fouth; To drink thic dun fuliginous abyfs) Whatever ills th'extreincs or sudden change Did not the acid vigour of the vine, Of cold and hot, or moist and dry produce,

Rollid from to many thund'ring chimnevs, tains They Ay thy puré effulgence : they, and all The putrid tteams that over-lwarm the sky, The secret poisons of avenging Heav'n,

This caustic venem would, perhaps, corrode And all the pale tribes halting in the train Thoic tender cells that draw the vital air, Of vice and heedlets pleasure : or if aught In vain with all their un&tuous rills bedewid, The comet's glare amid the burning sky, Or by the drunken venous tubes, that yawn Mournful eclipse, or planets ill-coinbin’d, In countless pores o'er all the pervious skin, Portend disastrous to the vital world,

Imbibid, would poiton the ballamic blood, Thy salutary pow'r averts their rage,

And roule the heart to ev'ry fever's rage. Averts the gen'ral bane : and, but for thee, While yet you breathe, away; the rural wilds Nature would ficken, nature foon would die. Invite the inountains call you, and the vales; Without thy cheerful active energy

The woods, the streams, and each ambrolial brecze No rapture livells the breast, no poet sings,

That fans the ever-urdulating sky; No more the maids of Helicon deliglit

A kindly fky! whofe folöring pow'r regales Come then with me, 0 goddels heav'nly-gay! Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign. [1miles Begin the song, and let it fivectly flow;

Find then some woodland scene where Nature And let it wilely teach thy wholesome laws Benign, where all her honest children thrive. " Haw best the fickle fabric to lupport

To us there wants not many a happy feat ; « Of mortal inan ; in healthful body how Look round the finiling land, such numbers rise " A healthful mind the longest to maintain.” We hardiy fix, bewilder'd in our choice. "Tis hard, in such a strife of rules, to chule See where, cutlıron’d in adamantine ftare, The best, and those of inoft extensive use Proud of her bards, imperial Windsor fits; Harder in clear and animated song

There chuse thy feat, in foine aspiring grove Dry philofophic precepts to convey,

Fast by the flowiv-sirding Thaines; or where Yet, with thy aicā, the secret wilds I trace Broader she lovefair Richmond's green retreats Of nature, and, with daring steps, proceed (Richmond that ites an hundred villas rise, Thro' paths the Muses never trud before. Rural or gav). O! from the summer's rage,

Nor should I wander doubtful of my way, O! wrap nie in the friendly gloom that hides Had I the lights of that sagacious mind Umbragious Ham! But if the busy Town Which taught to check the peftilential fire,

Attracts the still to coil for pow'r or gold, And quell the deadly Python of the Nile. Swectly thou may'it thy vacant hours poffers Othou, belov'd by all the graceful arts, In Hampstead, courted by the wettern wind; Thou, long the fav’rite of the healing pow'rs, Or Greenwich, waving o'er the winding flood; Indulge, o Mead! a well-design'd clay, Or lote the world amid the ijtvan wilds

* Hygeia, the goddess of health, was, according to the genealogy of the heathen deities, the daughter of A fulapius; who, as well as Apollo, was distinguitbed by the name of Pžus.


[ocr errors]

Of Dulwich, yet by barb'rous arts unspoil’d.
Green rife the Kentish hills in cheerful air;
But on the marthy plains that Effex spreads
Build not, nor reft too long thy wand'ring feet;
For on a ruftic throne of dewy turf,
With baneful fogs her aching temples bound,
Quartana there prefides: a meagre fiend,
Begot by Eurus, when his brutal force
Comprefs'd the flothful Naiad of the fens.
From fuch a mixture iprung, this fitful peft
With fev'rish blasts fubdues the fick'ning land:
Cold tremors come, with mighty love of reft,
Convulfive yawnings, laflitude, and pains
That fting the burthen'd brows, fatigue the loins,
And rack the joints, and ev'ry torpid limb;
Then parching heat fucceeds, till copious fweats
O'erflow: a thort relief from former ills.
Beneath repeated fhocks the wretches pine;
The vigour finks, the habit melts away;
The cheerful, pure, and animated bloom
Dies from the face with squalid atrophy
Devour'd, in fallow melancholy clad.
And oft the forc'refs, in her fated wrath,
Refigns them to the furies of her train;
The bloated Hydrops, and the yellow fiend
Ting'd with her own accumulated gall.


But as the pow'r of chufing is deny'd
To half mankind, a further task enfues;
How best to mitigate thefe fell extremes,
How breathe unhurt the with'ring elament,
Or hazy atmosphere: Tho' cuftom mouka
To ev'ry clime the foft Promethean clay;
And he who firft the fogs of Effex breath d
(So kind is native air) may in the feas
Of Eflex from invet'rate ills revive,
At pure Montpelier or Bermuda caught!
But if the raw and oozy heav'n offend,
Correct the foil, and dry the fources up
Of wat'ry exhalation; wide and deep
Conduct your trenches thro' the quaking bg
Solicitous, with all your winding arts,
Betray th'un viiling lake into the ftream;
And weed the foreft, and invoke the winds
To break the toils where ftrangled vapoun
Or thro' the thickets fend the crackling tar
Meantime, at home with cheerful fires dap
The humid air: And let your table fmoke
With folid roaft or bal'd; or what the bet
Of tamer breed fupply; or what the wild
Yield to the toilfome pleatures of the chuct.
Gen'rous your wine, the boast of rip'ning
But frugal be your cups; the langus ma
Vapid and funk from yesterday's debauch,
Shrinks from the cold embrace of wat'ry hea. ...
But neither thefe, nor all Apolio's arts,
Difarm the dangers of the dropping ky,
Unlefs with exercife and manly toil
You brace your nerves, and fpur the
The fatt'ning clime let all the fons of cate
Avoid if Indolence would with to live,
Go, yawn and loiter out the long flow ver
In fairer skies. If droughty regions parch
The fkin and lungs, and bake the thick'ning:
Deep in the waving foreft chute your it
Where fuming trees refresh the thirty air,!
And take the fountains from their secret a
And into lakes dilate the rapid ftream.
Here fpread your gardens wide; and letthe..
The moift, relaxing, vegetable store
Prevail in cach repaft: Your food tuppies
By bleeding life, be gently waited down,
By foft decoction and a mellowing heat,
To liquid balm; or, if the folid mais
cu chufe, tormented in the boiling ware:
That, through the thirty channels of the te
A fimooth diluted chyle may ever Bow;
The fragrant dairy, from its cold rectis,
Its nectar acid or benign will pour
To drown your thift; or let the manting/
Of keen Sherbet the fickle task relieve;
For with the viscous blood the impie fras
Will hardly mingle; and fermented cap
Oft diffipate more moisture than they gat
Yet when pale feafons rife, or winter roa
His horrors o'er the world, thou may't me
In featts more genial, and impatient breach
The mellow cafk. Then too the fconrgmi
Provokes to keener toils than fultry do
Allow. But rarely we fuch skies blalper
Steep'd in continual rains, or with raw for
Bedew'd, our feasons droop: incumbent re

In queft of fites, avoid the mournful plain
Where offers thrive, and trees that love the lake;
Where many lazy muddy rivers flow:
Nor, for the wealth that all the Indies roll,
Fix near the marshy margin of the main
For from the humid foil and wat'ry reign,
Eternal vapours rife; the Ipungy air
For ever weeps; or, turgid with the weight
Of waters, pours a founding deluge down.
Skies fuch as thefe let ev'ry mortal thun
Who dreads the dropfy, palfy, or the gout,
Tertian, corrofive fcurvy, or moist catarrh ;
Or any other injury that grows
From raw-fpun fibres idle and unftrung,
Skin ill-perfpiring, and the purple flood
In languid eddies loit'ring into phlegm.

Yet not alone from humid fkies we pine;
For air may be too dry. The fubtle heav'n,
That winnows into duft the blafted downs,
Bare and extended wide without a stream,
Too faft imbibes th'attenuated lymph,
Which, by the furface, from the blood exhales.
The lungs grow rigid, and with toil effay
Their flexible vibrations; or infiam'd,
Their tender ever-moving structure thaws.
Spoil'd of its litnpid vehicle, the blood
A mafs of lees remains, a droffy tide
That, flow as Lethe, wanders thro' the veins ;
Unactive in the fervices of life,
Unfit to lead its pitchy current thro’
The fecret mazy channels of the brain.
The melancholy Fiend (that worst despair
Of phyfic) hence the ruft-complexion'd man
Purfues, whose blood is dry, whole fibres gain
Too fretch'd a tone: And hence in climes aduft
So fudden tumults feize the trembling nerves,
And burning fevers glow with double rage.

Flv, if you can, these violent extremes
Of air; the wholesome is nor muist nor dry.

A pond'sous heav'n o'erwhelms the finking soul, Dry be your house; but airy more than warm.
Lab'ring with storms, in heapy mountains rife Elle ev'ry breath of ruder wind will strike
Th’imbattled clouds, as if the Stygian Shades Your tender body thro’ with rapid pains;
Had left the dungeon of eternal night,

Fierce coughs will teaze you, hoarseness bind Till, black with thunder, all the South descends.

your voice, Scarce in a thow'rless day the heav'ns indulge Or moist Gravedo load your aching brows. Our melting clime, except the balcful East These to defy, and all the fates that dwell Withers the tender spring, and fourly checks In cloister'd air, tainted with steaming lifc, The fancy of the year. Our fathers talk Let lofty cielings grace your ample rooms ; Of summers, balmy airs, and skies serene. And still at azure noontide may your dome Good Heav'n ! for what unexpiated crimes Ar ev'ry window drink the liquid sky. This dismal change! The brooding elements, Need we the funny fituation here, Do they, your pow'rful ministers of wrath, And thcatres open to the south, commend; Prepare some fierce exterminating plague ? Here, where the morning's misty breath infests Or is it fix'd in the decree, above

More than the torrid noon, how fickly grow, That lofty Albion melt into the main ?

How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales Indulgent nature ! O disolve this gloom! That, circled round with the gigantic heap. - Bind in eternal adamant the winds

Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope That drown or wither : Give the genial W'cft To fcel, the genial vigour of the fun! To breathe, and in its turn the sprightly North; While on the neighb’ring hill the role inflames And may once more the circling leatons rule The verdant fpring; in virgin beauty blows The year; not mix in ev'ry monstrous day! The tender lily, languishingly tweet ;

Meantime, the moist malignity to fhun (paign O’er ev'ry hedge the wanton woodbine roves, Of burthen'd skies, mark where the dry cham- And autumn ripens in the fummer's ray. Swells into cheerful hills; where marjoram Nor less the warmer living tribes demand And thyme, the love of bees, perfume the air ; The foft'ring fun, whose energy divine And where the *cynorrhodon with the role Divells not in mortal fire; whole geu'rous heat For fragrance vies ; for in the thirsty foil Glows thro' the mass of grofler elements, Moft fragrant breathe the aromatic tribes. And kindles into life the pond'rous spheres. There bid thy roofs high on the basking steep Cheer'd by thy kind invigorating warmth, Ascend ; there light thy hospitable fires, We court thy beams, grcar Majesty of Day! And let them see the winter inorn arife;

If not the soul, the regent of this world, The summer ev’ning blushing in the west: Firdi-born of heav'n, and only less than God! While with umbragcous oaks the ridge behind O'erhung, defends you from the bluft'ring north, And bleak affliction of the peevith east. § 70. The Art of preserving Health. ARMSTRONG. O! when the growling winds contend, and all

Book II. DIET. The founding forest fluctuates in the storm; To fink in warm repole, and hear the din ENOUGH of Air: A defart fubje&t now, Howl o'er the steady bartlements, delights

Rougher and wilder, rifes to my fight. Above the luxury of vulgar Sleep:

A barren waste, where pot a garland g.ows The murm’ring riv'let, and the hoarser strain To bind the Muse's brow; nor er'n a proud Of waters rushing o'er the flipp’ry rocks, Stupendous solitude frowns o'er the heath, Will nightly lull you to ambrosial reft.

To roufc a noble horror in the foul :
To please the fancy is no trifling good But rugged paths fatigue, and error leads
Where health is ftudied; for whatever moves Thro' endlels labyrinths the devious feet.
The mind with calm delight, promotes the just

Farewell, ethereal fields ! the humbler arts
And nat'ral movements of th'harmonious frame. Of lifc ; the Table and thc homely Gods
Besides, the sportive brook for ever lakes Demand my fong. Elysian gales adicu! (flow,
The trembling air, that floats froin hill to hill, The Blood, the fountain whence the Epirits
From vale to mountain, with inceffant change The gen'rous fream that waters ev'ry part,
Of purest element, refreshing still

And motion, vigour, and warm life conveys Your airy feat, and uninfected gods.

To ev'ry particle that moves or lives; Chicly for this I praite the man who builds This vital fluid, through unnumber'd tubes High on the breezy ridge, whose lofty fides. Pour'd by the heart, and to the heart again Th'ethereal deep with endless billows chafes. Refunded; scourg'd for ever round and round; His purer mansion nor contagious ycars ·

Enrag'd with heat and toil, at last forgets Shall reach, nur deadly putrid airs annoy. Its balmy naturc; virulent and thin

But may no fogs, from lake or fenny plain, It grows; and now, but that a thousand gates Involve my hill! And wherefoe'er you build; Are open'd to its fight, it would destroy Whether on sun-burnt Epsom, or the plains The parts it cherith’d and repair'd before. Wash'd by the filent Lee; in Chelsea low, Besides, the Acxible and render tubes Or high Blackheath with wint'ry winds affail'd, / Melt in the mildest moist nectareous tide * The wild rose, or that which grows on the common beiar.



« PreviousContinue »