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Though through the wide world I should range,
“ What though my fortune frown, 'Tis in vain from my fortune to fly;
And deny thee a silken gown; 'Twas hers to be false and to change,
My own dear maid, 'Tis mine to be constant and die.
Be content with this shade,
And a shepherd all thy own.' “ If while my hard fate I sustain,
In her breast any pity is found,
And see me laid low in the ground.
To the brook and the willow that heard him complain, “ Then to her new love let her go,
Ah willow, willow. And deck her in golden array,
Poor Colin sat weeping, and told them his pain ; Be finest at every fine show,
Ah willow, willow ; ah willow, willow.
Sweet stream, he cry'd sadly, I'll teach thee to flow. No more shall be talk'd of, or seen,
Ah willow, &c. Unless when beneath the pale Moon,
And the waters shall rise to the brink with my woe. His ghost shall glide over the green."
Ah willow, &c.
Ah willow, &c.
Ah willow, &c.
TO THE SAME IN HER SICKNESS.
To MRS. AD
, of wit and elegant literature, was the son of the which, in general estimation, has been allotted to Reverend Lancelot Addison, at whose parsonage at him. It cannot be doubted that playful and huMilston, near Ambrosbury, Wiltshire, he was born morous wit was the quality in which he obtained in May, 1672. At the age of fifteen he was entered almost unrivalled pre-eminence; but the reader of of Queen's College, Oxford, where he distinguished his poem to Sir Godfrey Kneller will discover, in himself by his proficiency in classical literature, the comparison of the painter to Phidias, a very especially in Latin poetry. He was afterwards happy and elegant resemblance pointed out in bis elected a demy of Magdalen College, where he took | verse. His celebrated tragedy of « Cato," equally the degrees of bachelor and master of arts. In bis remarkable for a correctness of plan, and a sustained twenty-second year he became an author in his own elevation of style, then unusual on the English language, publishing
a short copy of verses addressed stage, was further distinguished by the glow of its to the veteran poet, Dryden. Other pieces in verse sentiments in favour of political liberty, and a and prose succeeded ; and in 1695 he opened the equally applauded by both parties. career of his fortune as a literary man, by a com A very short account will suffice for the remaisplimentary poem on one of the campaigns of King der of his works. His connection with Steele William, addressed to the Lord-keeper Somers.' A gaged him in occasionally writing in the Tatler, the pension of 3001. from the crown, which his patron Spectator, and the Guardian, in which his producobtained for him, enabled him to indulge his inclin- tions, serious and humorous, conferred ation for travel; and an epistolary poem to Lord immortal honour, and placed him deservedly at the Halifax in 1701, with a prose relation of his travels, head of his class. Some other periodical papers
, published on his return, are distinguished by the decidedly political, were traced to Addison, of which spirit of liberty which they breathe, and which, during The Freeholder was one of the most conspicuous life, was his ruling passion. The most famous of his In 1716 he married the Countess Dowager of Warpolitical poems, “ The Campaign,” appeared in wick, a connexion which is said not to have been 1704. It was a task kindly imposed by Lord Ha- remarkably happy. In the following year he was lifax, who intimated to him that the writer should raised to the office of one of the principal secrets not lose his labour. It was accordingly rewarded ries of state ; but finding himself ill suited to the by an immediate appointment to the post of com- post, and in a declining state of health, he resigned missioner of appeals.
it to Mr. Craggs. In reality, his constitution was This will be the proper place for considering the suffering from an habitual excess in wine; and it is merits of Addison in his character of a writer in a lamentable circumstance that a person so generally
Though Dryden and Pope had already se- free from moral defects, should have given way to a cured the first places on the British Parnassus, and fondness for the pleasures of a tavern life. Addison other rivals for fame were springing to view, it will died in June, 1719, leaving an only daughter by the scarcely be denied that Addison, by a decent me Countess of Warwick. diocrity of poetic language, rising occasionally to
THE YEAR MDCCI.
Me into foreign realms my fate conveys
Through nations fruitful of immortal lays,
Where the soft season and inviting clime TO THE RIGHT HON. Charles LORD Halifax, in Conspire to trouble your repose with rhyme.
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Magna virûm ! tibi res antiquæ laudis et artis
Poetic fields encompass me around, Aggredior, sanctos ausus recludere fontes.
And still I seem to tread on classic ground; Virg. Georg. ii.
For here the Muse so oft her harp has strung,
That not a mountain rears its head unsung, While you, my lord, the rural shades admire, Renown'd in verse each shady thicket grows, And from Britannia's public posts retire,
And every stream in heavenly numbers flows. Nor longer, her ungrateful sons to please,
How am I pleas'd to search the hills and woods For their advantage sacrifice your ease ;
For rising springs and celebrated floods !
To view the Nar, tumultuous in his course, Stern tyrants, whom their cruelties renown,
While the bright dames, to whom they humbly sued, Through the long windings of a fruitful shore, Still show the charms that their proud hearts subAnd hoary Albula's infected tide
dued. O'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide.
Fain would I Raphael's godlike art rehearse, Fir'd with a thousand raptures, I survey
And show th' immortal labours in my verse, Eridanus through flowery meadows stray,
Where, from the mingled strength of shade and light, The king of Aoods! that, rolling o'er the plains, A new creation rises to my sight, The towering Alps of half their moisture drains, Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow, And proudly swoln with a whole winter's snows, So warm with life his blended colours glow. Distributes wealth and plenty where he flows. From theme to theme with secret pleasure tost,
Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throng, Amidst the soft variety I'm lost : I look for streams immortalis'd in song,
Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound That lost in silence and oblivion lie,
With cireling notes and labyrinths of sound; (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry.) Here domes and temples rise in distant views, Yet run for ever by the Muse's skill,
And opening palaces invite my Muse. And in the smooth description murmur still.
How has kind Heaven adorn'd the happy land, Sometimes to gentle Tiber I retire,
And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful hand! And the fam'd river's empty shores admire,
But what avail her unexhausted stores, That destitute of strength derives its course Her blooming mountains, and her sunny shores, From thrifty urns and an unfruitful source ; With all the gifts that Heaven and Earth impart, Yet sung so often in poetic lays,
The smiles of Nature, and the charms of Art, With scorn the Danube and the Nile surveys; While proud oppression in her valleys reigns, So high the deathless Muse exalts her theme! And tyranny usurps her happy plains ? Such was the Boyne, a poor inglorious stream, The poor inhabitant beholds in vain That in Hibernian vales obscurely stray'd, The reddening orange and the swelling grain : And, unobserv'd, in wild meanders play'd; Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines, mil by your lines and Nassau's sword renown'd, And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines : Its rising billows through the world resound, Starves in the midst of Nature's bounty curst, Where'er the hero's godlike acts can pierce, And in the loaden vineyard dies for thirst. Or where the fame of an immortal verse.
O Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright, Oh, could the Muse my ravish'd breast inspire Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight ! With warmth like yours, and raise an equal fire, Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, Unnumber'd beauties in my verse should sline, And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train; And Virgil's Italy should yield to mine!
Eas'd of her load, Subjection grows more light, See how the golden groves around me smile, And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight; That shun the coast of Britain's stormy isle, Thou mak'st the gloomy face of Nature gay, Dr, when transplanted and preserv'd with care, Giv'st beauty to the Sun, and pleasure to the day. Curse the cold clime, and starve in northern air. Thee, goddess, thee, Britannia's isle adores; lere kindly warmth their mountain juice ferinents How has she oft exhausted all her stores, lo nobler tastes, and more exalted scents :
How oft in fields of death thy presence sought, S'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, Nor thinks the mighty prize toc dearly bought ! And trodden weeds send out a rich perfuine. On foreign mountains may the Sun refine Bear me, some god, to Baia's gentle seats, The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, Dr cover me in Umbria's green retreats ;
With citron groves adorn a distant soil, Vhere western gales eternally reside,
And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : ind all the seasons lavish all their pride :
We envy not the warmer clime, that lies Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, In ten degrees of more indulgent skies, Ind the whole year in gay confusion lies.
Nor at the coarseness of our Heaven repine, Inmortal glories in my mind revive,
Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : Ind in my soul a thousand passions strive, 'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle, Vhen Rome's exalted beauties I descry
And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mounlagnificent in piles of ruin lie.
tains smile. in amphitheatre's amazing height
Others with towering piles may please the sight, Iere fills my eye with terrour and delight, And in their proud aspiring domes delight; That on its public shows unpeopled Rome, A nicer touch to the stretcht canvas give, Ind held, uncrowded, nations in its womb : Or teach their animated rocks to live: lere pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skies, 'Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, Ind here the proud triumphal arches rise,
And hold in balance cach contending state, Vhere the old Romans deathless acts display'd, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, Their base degenerate progeny upbraid :
And answer her afflicted neighbour's prayer. Vhole rivers here forsake the fields below, (Aow. The Dane and Swede, rous'd up by fierce alarms, Ind wondering at their height through airy channels Bless the wise conduct of her pious arms :
Still to new scenes my wandering Muse retires, Soon as her fleets appear, their terrours cease, Ind the dumb show of breathing rocks admires : And all the northern world lies hush'd in
peace. Vhere the smooth chisel all its force has shown, Th' ambitious Gaul beholds with secret dread Ind soften'd into Alesh the rugged stone.
Her thunder aim'd at his aspiring head, n solemn silence, a majestic band,
And fain her god-like sons would disunite Jeroes, and gods, and Roman pole stand By foreign gold, or by domestic spite :
But strives in vain to conquer or divide,
That sees her bravest son advanc'd so high Whom Nassau's arms defend and counsels guide. And flourishing so near her prince's eye;
Fir'd with the name, which I so oft have found Thy favourites grow not up by fortune's sport, The distant climes and different tongues resound, Or froin the crimes or follies of a court; I bridle-in my struggling Muse with pain,
On the firm basis of desert they rise, That longs to launch into a bolder strain.
From long-try'd faith, and friendship's holy ties: But I've already troubled you too long, Their sovereign's well-distinguish'd smiles they Nor dare attempt a more adventurous song.
share, My humble verse demands a softer theme,
Her ornaments in peace, her strength in war; A painted meadow, or a purling stream;
The nation thanks them with a public voice; Unfit for heroes : whom immortal lays,
By showers of blessings Heaven approves their And lines, like Virgil's, or like yours, should praise.
choice; Envy itself is dumb, in wonder lost, And factions strive who shall applaud them most
Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky,
Her chief already has his march begun,
Crossing the provinces himself had won,
Retards the progress of the moving war.
In distant climes far from the perjur'd Gaul; Omnis in hoc uno variis discordia cessit
But now a purchase to the sword she lies, Ordinibus; lætatur eques, plauditque senator,
Her harvests for uncertain owners rise, Votaque patricio certant plebeia favori.
Each vineyard doubtful of its master grows, Claud. de Laud. Stilic. And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows.
The discontented shades of slaughter'd hosts Esse aliquam in terris gentem quæ suâ impensâ, That wander'd on her banks, her heroes' ghosts
, suo labore ac periculo, bella gerat pro libertate Hop'd, when they saw Britannia's arms appear, aliorum. Nec hoc finitimis, aut propinquæ vi- The vengeance due to their great deaths was near cinitatis hominibus, aut terris continenti junctis Our godlike leader, ere the stream he past, præstet. Maria trajiciat : ne quod toto orbe The mighty scheme of all his labours cast, terrarum injustum imperium sit, et ubique jus, Forming the wondrous year within his thought; fas, lex, potentissima sint. Liv. Hist. lib. 33. His bosom glow'd with battles yet unfought.
The long laborious march he first surveys, While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim, And joins the distant Danube to the Maese, Proud in their number to enrol your name;
Between whose floods such pathless forests grow, While emperors to you commit their cause, Such mountains rise, so many rivers flow : And Anna's praises crown the vast applause; The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes, Accept, great leader, what the Muse recites, And danger serves but to enhance the prize. That in ambitious verse attempts your fights.
Big with the fate of Europe, he renews Fir'd and transported with a theme so new, His dreadful course, and the proud foe pursues! Ten thousand wonders opening to my view Infected by the burning Scorpion's heat, Shine forth at once; sieges and storms appear, The sultry gales round his chaf d temples beat, And wars and conquests fill th' important year : Till on the borders of the Maine he finds Rivers of blood I see, and hills of slain,
Defensive shadows, and refreshing winds. An Iliad rising out of one campaign.
Our British youth, with in-born freedom bold, The haughty Gaul beheld, with towering pride, Unnumber'd scenes of servitude behold, His ancient bounds enlarg'd on every side ; Nations of slaves, with tyranny debas'd, Pyrene's lofty barriers were subdued,
(Their Maker's image more than half defac'd) And in the midst of his wide empire stood; Hourly instructed, as they urge their toil, Ausonia's states, the victor to restrain,
To prize their queen, and love their native soil Oppos’d their Alps and Apennines in vain,
Still to the rising Sun they take their way Nor found themselves, with strength of rocks im- Through clouds of dust, and gain upon the day. mur'd,
When now the Neckar on its friendly coast Behind their everlasting hills secur'd;
With cooling streams revives the fainting hosh The rising Danube its long race began,
That cheerfully his labours past forgets, And half its course through the new conquests ran; | The mid-night watches, and the noon-day heats Amaz'd and anxious for her sovereign's fates, O'er prostrate towns and palaces they pass Germania trembled through a hundred states ; (Now cover'd o'er with woods, and hid in grass), Great Leopold himself was seiz'd with fear; Breathing revenge ; whilst anger and disdain He gaz'd around, but saw no succour near ; Fire every breast, and boil in every vein : He gaz'd, and half-abandon’d to despair
Here shatter'd walls, like broken rocks from far, His hopes on Heav'n, and confidence in prayer. Rise up in hideous views, the guilt of war, To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes, Whilst here the vine o'er hills
of ruin climbs,' On her resolves the western world relies,
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes Confiding still, amidst its dire alarms,
At length the fame of England's hero drew In Anna's councils, and in Churchill's arms. Eugenio to the glorious interview. Thrice happy Britain, from the kingdoms rent, I Great souls by instinct to each other turn, To sit the guardian of the continent !
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn;
A sudden friendship, while with stretch'd-out rays Nor hazard thus, confus'd in crowds of foes, They meet each other, mingling blaze with blaze. Britannia's safety, and the world's repose ; Polish'd in courts, and harden'd in the field, Let nations anxious for thy life abate Renown'd for conquest, and in council skill'd, This scorn of danger, and contempt of fate : Their courage dwells not in a troubled flood Thou liv'st not for thyself ; thy queen demands Of mountain spirits, and fermenting blood; Conquest and peace from thy victorious hands; Lodg'd in the soul, with virtue over-rul'd,
Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join, Inflam'd by reason, and by reason cool'd,
And Europe's destiny depends on thine. In hours of peace content to be unknown,
At length the long-disputed pass they gain, And only in the field of battle shown :
By crowded armies fortify'd in vain ; To souls like these, in mutual friendship join'd, The war breaks in, the fierce Bavarians yield, Heaven dares intrust the cause of human-kind. And see their camp with British legions fill'd.
Britannia's graceful sons appear in arms, So Belgian mounds bear on their shatter'd sides Her harass'd troops the hero's presence warms,
The sea's whole weight increas'd with swelling tides; Whilst the high hills and rivers all around
But if the rushing wave a passage finds, With thundering peals of British shouts resound: Enrag'd by watery moons, and warring winds, Doubling their speed, they march with fresh delight, The trembling peasant sees his country round Eager for glory, and require the fight.
Cover'd with tempests, and in oceans drown'd. So the stanch hound the trembling deer pursues,
The few surviving foes disperst in flight, And sinells his footsteps in the tainted dews, (Refuse of swords, and gleanings of a fight,) The tedious track unravelling by degrees : În every rustling wind the victor hear, But when the scent comes warm in every breeze, And Marlborough's form in every shadow fear, Fir'd at the near approach he shoots away
Till the dark cope of night with kind embrace On his full stretch, and bears upon his prey.
Befriends the rout, and covers their disgrace. The march concludes, the various realms are past; To Donavert, with unresisted force, Th' immortal Schellenberg appears at last : The gay victorious army bends its course. Like hills th' aspiring ramparts rise on high, The growth of meadows, and the pride of fields, Like valleys at their feet the trenches lie;
Whatever spoils Bavaria's summer yields, Batteries on batteries guard each fatal pass, (The Danube's great increase,) Britannia shares, Ihreatening destruction; rows of hollow brass, The food of armies and support of wars : Tube behind tube, the dreadful entrance keep, With magazines of death, destructive balls, Whilst in their wombs ten thousand thunders sleep: And cannon doom'd to batter Landau's walls, Great Churchill owns, charm'd with the glorious The victor finds each hidden cavern stor’d, sight,
And turns their fury on their guilty lord. 'Iis march o'er-paid by such a promis'd fight. Deluded prince ! how is thy greatness crost, The western Sun now shot a feeble
And all the gaudy dream of empire lost, And faintly scatter'd the remains of day :
That proudly set thee on a fancy'd throne, Cv'ning approach'd; but oh what host of foes And made imaginary realms thy own! Nere never to behold that evening close !
Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join, l'hickening their ranks, and wedg'd in firm array, Shall shortly seek for shelter from the Rhine, The close-compacted Britons win their way; Nor find it there! Surrounded with alarms, n vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd. Thou hop'st the assistance of the Gallic arms; With tracts of death, and laid the battle waste ; The Gallic arms in safety shall advance, till pressing forward to the fight, they broke And crowd thy standards with the power of France; Through flames of sulphur, and a night of smoke, While, to exalt thy doom, th' aspiring Gaul till slaughter'd legions fill'd the trench below, Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall. Ind bore their fierce avengers to their foe.
Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, High on the works the mingling hosts engage; Tempering each other in the victor's mind, The battle, kindled into tenfold rage,
Alternately proclaim him good and great, Vith showers of bullets and with storms of fire And make the hero and the man complete. Burns in full fury; heaps on heaps expire, Long did he strive th' obdurate foe to gain Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die,
By proffer'd grace, but long he strove in vain; Ind lost in one promiscuous carnage lie.
Till, fir'd at length, he thinks it vain to spare How many generous Britons meet their doom, His rising wrath, and gives a loose to war. New to the field, and heroes in the bloom !
In vengeance rous'd, the soldier fills his hand Th’ illustrious youths, that left their native shore With sword and fire, and ravages the land, Po march where Britons never march'd before, A thousand villages to ashes turns, O fatal love of fame! O glorious heat,
In crackling flames a thousand harvests burns. Only destructive to the brave and great!)
To the thick woods the woolly Hocks retreat, After such toils o'ercome, such dangers past, And mixt with bellowing herds confus’dly bleat ; Stretch'd on Bavarian ramparts breathe their last : Their trembling lords the common shade partake, But hold, my Muse, may no complaints appear, And cries of infants sound in every
brake : Nor blot the day with an ungrateful tear :
The listening soldier fixt in sorrow stands, While Marlborough lives, Britannia’s stars dispense Loth to obey his leader's just commands ; A friendly light, and shine in innocence.
The leader grieves, by generous pity sway'd, Plunging through seas of blood his fiery steed To see his just commands so well obey'd. Where'er his friends retire, or foes succeed ;
But now the trumpet terrible from far Those he supports, these drives to sudden flight, In shriller clangors animates the war ; And turns the various fortune of the fight.
Confederate drums in fuller concert beat, Forbear, great man, renown'd in arms, forbear, And echoing hills the loud alarm repeat: