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Critics I saw, that other names deface,
Of talismans and sigils knew the power,
Who taught that useful science, to be good. Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone,
But on the south, a long majestic race But felt th' approaches of too warm a sun ; Of Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace, For Fame, impatient of extremes, decays
Who measur'a Earth, describ'd the starty sphera Not more by Envy, than excess of Praise.
And trac'd the long records of lunar years. Yet part no injuries of Heaven could feel,
High on his car Sesostris struck my view, Like crystal faithful to the graving steel :
Whom sceptre'd slaves in golden harness dres: The rock's high summit, in the temple's shade, His hands a bow and pointed javelin hold; Nor heat could melt, nor beating storm invade. His giant limbs are arm'd in scales of gold. Their names inscrib'd unnumber'd ages past Between the statues obelisks were plac'd, From Time's first birth, with Time itself shall last; And the learn'd walls with hieroglyphios grac'd These ever new, nor subject to decays,
Of Gothic structure was the northern side, ! Spread and grow brighter with the length of days. O’erwrought with ornaments of barbarous pride
So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost) There huge Colosses rose, with trophies Crow'd, Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast ; And Runic characters were gray'd around. Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away,
There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes, And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play; And Odin here in mimic trances dies. Eternal snows the growing mass supply,
There on rude iron columns, smear'd with blood Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky; The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood, As Atlas fix'd, each hoary pile appears,
Druids and bards (their once loud harps unstrung, The gather'd winter of a thousand years.
And youths that died to be by poets sung. On this foundation Fame's high temple stands; These and a thousand more of doubtful fame, Stupendous pile ! not rear'd by mortal hands. To whom old fables gave a lasting name, Whate'er proud Rome or artful Greece beheld, In ranks adorn'd the temple's outward face; Or elder Babylon, its frame excell'd.
The wall in lustre and effect like glass, Four faces had the dome, and every face
Which, o'er each object casting various dyes Of various structure, but of equal grace !
Enlarges some, and others multiplies : Four brazen gates, on columns lifted high, Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall, Salute the different quarters of the sky.
For thus romantic Fame increases all. Here fabled chiefs in darker ages born,
The temple shakes, the sounding gates unfok. Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn, Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold; Who cities rais’d, or tam'd a monstrous race, Rais'd on a thousand pillars wreath'd around The walls in venerable order grace:
With laurel-foliage, and with eagles crown'd: Heroes in animated marble frown,
Of bright transparent beryl were the walls, And legislators seem to think in stone.
The friezes gold, and gold the capitals : Westward, a sumptuous frontispiece appear'd, As Heaven with stars, the roof with jewels glas On Doric pillars of white marble rear'd,
And ever-living lamps depend in rows Crown'd with an architrave of antique mold, Full in the passage of each spacious gate, And sculpture rising on the roughen'd gold. The sage historians in white garments wait; In shaggy spoils here Theseus was beheld,
Grav'd o'er their seats the form of Time was foun! And Perseus dreadful with Minerva's shield; His scythe revers'd, and both his pinions bound There great Alcides, stooping with his toil, Within stood heroes, who through loud alarms Rests on his club, and holds th' Hesperian spoil : In bloody fields pursued renown in arms. Here Orpheus sings ; trees moving to the sound High on a throne with trophies charg'd, I vier'd Start from their roots, and form a shade around : The youth that all things but himself subdued; Amphion there the loud creating lyre
His feet on sceptres and tiaras trod, Strikes, and behold a sudden Thebes aspire ! And his horn'd head bely'd the Lybian god Cythæron's echoes answer to his call,
There Cæsar, grac'd with both Minervas, shor; And half the mountain rolls into a wall :
Cæsar, the world's great master, and his own; There might you see the lengthening spires ascend, Unmovid, superior still in every state, The domes swell up, the widening arches bend, And scarce detested in his country's fate. The growing towers like exhalations rise,
But chief were those, who not for empire fough And the huge columns heave into the skies. But with their toils their people's safety bought :
The eastern front was glorious to behold, High o'er the rest Epaminondas stood; With diamond flaming, and Barbaric gold. Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood; There Ninus shone, who spread th' Assyrian fame, Bold Scipio, saviour of the Roman state ; And the great founder of the Persian name : Great in his triumphs, in retirement great ; There in long robes the royal Magi stand,
And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand :
With boundless power unbounded virtue join'd The sage Chaldæans rob’d in white appear'd, His own strict judge, and patron of mankind. And Brachmans, deep in desert woods rever'd. Much suffering heroes next their honours clai. These stopp'd the Moon, and call'd th' unbody'd Those of less noisy, and less guilty fame, shades
Fair Virtue's silent train : supreme of these To midnight banquets in the glimmering glades; Here ever shines the godlike Socrates ; Made visionary fabrics round them rise,
He whom ungrateful Athens could expel, And airy spectres skim before their eyes ;
At all times just, but when he sign'd the strell:
Here his abode the martyr'd Phocian claims, These massy columns in a circle rise,
Full in the midst proud Fame's imperial seat
And lucid amber casts a golden gleam. Father of verse! in holy fillets drest,
With various-colour'd light the pavement shone,
With her, the temple every moment grew,
A golden column next in rank appear’d, Such was her form, as ancient bards have told,
And thousand open eyes, and thousand listening ears. l'he Mantuan there in sober triumph sate,
Beneath, in order rang'd, the tuneful Nine Compos'd his posture, and his look sedate ; (Her virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine : On Homer still he fix'd a reverent eye,
With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they sing ; Great without pride, in modest majesty.
For Fame they raise their voice, and tune the string ; n living sculpture on the sides were spread With Time's first birth began the heavenly lays, The Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead; And last, eternal, through the length of days. Eliza stretch'd upon the funeral pyre,
Around these wonders as I cast a look, Eneas bending with his aged sire :
The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook, Proy flam'd in burning gold, and o'er the throne And all the nations, summon'd at the call, 1RMS AND THE MAN in golden cyphers shone. From different quarters fill the crowded hall :
Four swans sustain a car of silver bright, Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard ; ith heads advanc'd, and pinions stretch'd for flight : In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd; lere, like some furious prophet, Pindur rode, Thick as the bees, that with the spring renew Ind seem'd to labour with th' inspiring god. Their flowery toils, and sip the fragrant dew, Icross the harp a careless hand he flings,
When the wing'd colonies first tempt the sky, Ind boldly sinks into the sounding strings. O’er dusky fields and shaded waters fly, The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Or, settling, seize the sweets the blossoms yield, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race.
And a low murmur runs along the field. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run; Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend, The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone; And all degrees before the goddess bend; The champions in distorted postures threat ; The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage, And all appear'd irregularly great.
And boasting youth, and narrative old-age. Here happy Horace tun'd th’ Ausonian lyre Their pleas were different, their request the same; To sweeter sounds, and temper’d Pindar's fire, For good and bad alike are fond of Fame. Plcas'd with Alcæus' manly rage t'infuse
Some she disgrac'd, and some with honours crown'd; The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse.
Unlike successes equal merits found. The polish'd pillar different sculptures grace;
Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns, A work outlasting monumental brass.
And undiscerning scatters crowns and cluins. Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear,
First at the shrine the learned world appear, The Julian star and great Augustus here.
And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer. The doves that round the infant poet spread “ Long have we sought t instruct and please Myrtles and bays, hung hovering o'er his head.
mankind, Here, in a shrine that cast a dazzling light, With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind ; Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagirite;
But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none, His sacred head a radiant zodiac crown'd,
We here appeal to thy superior throne : And various animals his sides surround;
On wit and learning the just prize bestow, His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view
For Fame is all we must expect below." Superior worlds, and look all Nature through. The goddess heard, and bade the Muses raise With equal rays immortal Tully shone,
The golden trumpet of eternal Praise : The Roman rostra deck'd the consul's throne : From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound, Gathering his flowing robe, he seem'd to stand That fills the circuit of the world around; In act to speak, and graceful stretch'd his hand. Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud; Behind, Rome's genius waits with civic crowns, The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : And the great father of his country owns.
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By just degrees they every moment rise,
Hither," they cry'd, " direct your eyes, and se Fill the wide Earth, and gain upon the skies. The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry; At every breath were balmy odours shed,
Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays; Which still grew sweeter, as they wider spread : Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days; Less fragrant scents th' unfolding rose exhales, Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing care Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.
To pay due visits, and address the fair : Next these the good and just, an awful train, In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could persuade, Thus on their knees address the sacred fane. But still in fancy vanquish'd every maid; “ Since living virtue is with envy curs'd,
Of unknown duchesses lewd tales we tell, And the best men are treated like the worst, Yet, would the world believe us, all were well. Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, The joy let others have, and we the name, And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth.” And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame." “ Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd," The queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies, (Said Fame) “ but high above desert renown'd: And at each blast a lady's honour dies. Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze,
Pleas'd with the same success, vast numbers pres And the loud clarion labour in your praise.' Around the shrine, and made the same request:
This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd “ What you !” (she cry'd) “ unlearn'd in arts e' Prefer'd the same request, and lowly bow'd;
please, The constant tenour of whose well-spent days Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatigued with ease, No less deserv'd a just return of praise.
Who lose a length of undeserving days, But straight the direful trump of Slander sounds; Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought praise? Through the big dome the doubling thunder To just contempt, ye vain pretenders, fall, bounds;
The people's fable, and the scorn of all." Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies, Straight the black clarion sends a horrid sound, The dire report through every region flies, Loud laughs burst out, and bitter scoffs fly round In every ear incessant rumours rung,
Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud, And gathering scandals grew on every tongue. And scornful hisses run through all the crowd From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done, Sulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling smoke: Enslave their country, or usurp a throne ! The poisonous vapour blots the purple skies, Or who their glory's dire foundation laid And withers all before it as it flies.
On sovereigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd : A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore, Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fi, And proud defiance in their looks they bore : Of crooked counsels and dark politics; “For thee" (they cry'd), "amidst alarms and strife, Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne, We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life; And beg to make th' immortal treasons known For thee whole nations fill’d with flames and blood, The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire, And swam to empire through the purple flood. With sparks that seem'd to set the world on fire Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own;
At the dread sound, pale mortals stood agbast, What virtue seem'd, was done for thee alone." And startled Nature trembled with the blast, [k? “ Ambitious fools!" (the queen reply'd, and frown'd) This having heard and seen, some power of “ Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd; Straight chang'd the scene, and snatch'd me from There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,
the throne. Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown!" Before my view appear'd a structure fair, A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my Its site uncertain, if in earth or air; sight,
With rapid motion turn'd the mansion round; And each majestic phantom sunk in night. With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound;
Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen; Not less in number were the spacious doors, Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Than leaves on trees, or sands upon the shores; “ Great idol of mankind! we neither claim
Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day, The praise of merit, nor aspire to Fame !
Pervious to winds, and open every way. But, safe in deserts from th' applause of men, As flames by nature to the skies ascend, Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen.
As weighty bodies to the centre tend, 'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight
As to the sea returning rivers roll, Those acts of goodness which themselves requite. And the touch'd needle trembles to the Pole; O let us still the secret joys partake,
Hither, as to their proper place, arise To follow Virtue ev'n for Virtue's sake.”
All various sounds from earth, and seas, and skies “ And live there men, who slight immortal Fame? Or spoke aloud, or whisper'd in the ear; Who then with incense shall adore our name? Nor ever silence, rest, or peace, is here. But, mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride, As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. The sinking stone at first a circle makes; Rise! Muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath; The trembling surface, by the motion stirr'd, These must not sleep in darkness and in death.” Spreads in a second circle, then a third ; She said: in air the trembling music floats,
Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance, And on the winds triumphant swell the notes; Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dane So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear, Thus every voice and sound, when first they breskin Ev'n listening angels lean from Heaven to hear : On neighbouring air a soft impression make; To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies,
Another ambient circle then they more ;
Next these a youthful train their vows express'd, Through undulating air the sounds are sent,
There various news I heard of love and strife, Oh! if the Muse must flatter lawless sway, bf
peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life, And follow still where Fortune leads the way; Of loss and gain, of famine and of store,
Or if no basis bear my rising name,
Then teach me, Heaven! to scorn the guilty bays, of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair, Drive froin my breast that wretched lust of praise ; Of turns of fortune, changes in the state,
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown ; The falls of favourites, projects of the great, Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none !" of old mismanagements, taxations new : All neither wholly false, nor wholly true.
Above, below, without, within, around,
THE FABLE OF DRYOPE.
PRON OVID'S JETAMORPHOSES, BOOK IX.
And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own;
That pleas'd a god, succeeded to her arms. Till to the clouds their curling heads aspire,
A lake there was, with shelving banks around, And towers and temples sink in floods of fire. Whose verdant summit fragrant myrtles crown'd.
When thus ripe lies are to perfection sprung, These shades, unknowing of the Fates, she sought, Full grown, and fit to grace a mortal tongue, And to the Naiads flowery garlands brought ; Through thousand vents, impatient, forth they flow, Her smiling babe (a pleasing charge) she prest And rush in millions on the world below;
Within her arms, and nourish'd at her breast. Fame sits aloft, and points them out their course, Not distant far, a watery lotos grows; Their date deterinines, and prescribes their force : The spring was new, and all the verdant boughs, Some to remain, and some to perish soon;
Adorn'd with blossoms, promis'd fruits that rie Or wane and wax alternate like the Moon.
In glowing colours with the Tyrian dye: Around a thousand winged wonders fly, (the sky. Of these she cropp'd to please her infant son ; Borne by the trumpet's blast, and scatter'd through And I myself the same rash act had done;
There, at one passage, oft you might survey But lo! I saw (as near her side I stood) A lie and truth contending for the way;
The violated blossoms drop with blood. And long 'twas doubtful, though so closely pent, Upon the tree I cast a frightful look ; Which first should issue through the narrow vent: The trembling tree with sudden horrour shook. At last agreed, together out they fly,
Lotis the nymph (if rural tales be truc), Inseparable now the truth and lie;
As fronı Priapus' lawless lust she flew, The strict companions are for ever join'd,
Forsook her form; and, fixing here, became And this or that unmix'd, no mortal e'er shall find. A flowery plant, which still preserves her namc.
While thus I stood, intent to see and hear, This change unknown, astonish'd at the sight, One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear : My trembling sister strove to urge her flight : * What could thus high thy rash ambition raise ? and first the pardon of the nymphs implor'd, Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise ?" And those offended sylvan powers ador'd : “ 'Tis true," said I, “ not void of hopes I came,
But when she backward would have fled, she found For who so fond as youthful bards of Fame? Her stiffening feet were rooted in the ground: But few, alas! the casual blessing boast,
In vain to free her fastening feet she strove, So hard to gain, so easy to be lost.
And, as she struggles, only moves above; How vain that second life in others breath,
She feels th' encroaching bark around her grow Th' estate which wits inherit after death!
By quick degrees, and cover all below : Ease, health, and life, for this they must resign, Surpris'd at this, her trembling hand she heaves Unsure the tenure, but how vast the tine!) To rend her hair ; her hand is fill’d with leaves : The great man's curse, without the gains, endure, Where late was hair, the shooting leaves are seen Be envy'd, wretched, and be flatter'd, poor ;
To rise, and shade her with a sudden green. All luckless wits their enemies profest,
The child Amphissus, to her bosom press'd, And all successful, jealous friends at best.
Perceiv'd a colder and a harder breast, Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call; And found the springs, that ne'er till then deny'd Stie comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all. Their milky moisture, on a sudden dry'd. But if the purchase costs so dear a price
I saw, unhappy! what I now relate, As soothing Folly, or exalting Vice :
And stood the helpless witness of thy fate,
Embrac'd thy boughs, thy rising bark delay'd, Now sliding streams the thirsty plants renew. There wish'd to grow, and mingle shade with shade. And feed their fibres with reviving dew. Behold Andræmon and th' unhappy sire
These cares aloue her virgin breast employ Appear, and for their Dryope inquire ;
Averse from Venus and the nuptial joy. A springing tree for Dryope they find,
Her private orchards, wallid on every side,
And old Silenus, youthful in decay,
To pass the fences, and surprise the fair!
To gain her sight a thousand forms he wears: “ If to the wretched any faith be given,
And first a reaper from the field appears; I swear by all th' unpitying powers of Heaven, Sweating he walks, while loads of golden grain No wilful crime this heavy vengeance bred; O'ercharge the shoulders of the seeming swain In mutual innocence our lives we led :
Oft o'er his back a crooked scythe is laid, If this be false, let these new greens decay, And wreaths of hay bis sun-burnt temples shake: Let sounding axes lop my limbs away,
Oft in his harden'd hand a goad he bears, And crackling flames on all my honours prey ! Like one who late unyok'd the sweating steers But from my branching arms this infant bear, Sometimes his pruning-hook corrects the vines Let some kind nurse supply a mother's care: And the loose stragglers to their ranks confines And to his mother let him oft be led,
Now gathering what the bounteous year allows Sport in her shades, and in her shades be fed ; He pulls ripe apples from the bending boughs Teach him, when first his infant voice shall frame A soldier now, he with his sword appears; Imperfect words, and lisp his mother's name, A fisher next, his trembling angle bears, To hail this tree; and say, with weeping eyes, Each shape he varies, and each art he tries, Within this plant my hapless parent lies :
On her bright charms to feast his longing eyes And when in youth he seeks the shady woods, A female form at last Vertumnus wears, Oh, let him fly the crystal lakes and floods, With all the marks of reverend age appears, Nor touch the fatal flowers; but warn'd by me, His temples thinly spread with silver hairs : Believe a goddess shrin'd in every tree.
Propp'd on his staff, and stooping as he gors, My sire, my sister, and my spouse, farewell ! A painted mitre shades his furrow'd brow's If in your breasts or love or pity dwell,
The god, in this decrepit form array'd, Protect your plant, nor let my branches feel The gardens enter'd, and the fruit survey'd; The browzing cattle, or the piercing steel.
And “ Happy you !'' (he thus address'd the mad Farewell ! and since I cannot bend to join “ Whose charms as far all other nymphs out-suine, My lips to yours, advance at least to mine. As other gardens are excell’d by thine !" My son, thy mother's parting kiss receive,
Then kiss'd the fair ; (his kisses warmer grow While yet thy mother has a kiss to give.
Than such as women on their sex bestow ;) I can no more; the creeping rind invades
Then, plac'd beside her on the flowery ground, My closing lips, and hides my head in shades : Beheld the trees with autumn's bounty crown'd Remove your hands; the bark shall soon suffice An elm was near, to whose embraces led, Without their aid to seal these dying eyes." The curling vine her swelling clusters spread:
She ceas'd at once to speak, and ceas'd to be ; He view'd her twining branches with delight, And all the nymph was lost within the tree; And prais'd the beauty of the pleasing sight Yet latent life through her new branches reign'd, “ Yet this tall elm, but for his vine” (he said) And long the plant a human heat retain'd.
“ Had stood neglected, and a barren shade;
Ah, beauteous maid ! let this example move
Your mind, averse from all the joys of love:
Deign to be lov'd, and every heart subdue ! FROM OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, BOOK Iv.
What nymph could e'er attract such crowds as you? Thx fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign:
Not she whose beauty urg'd the Centaur's arms Of all the virgins of the sylvan train,
Ulysses' queen, nor Helen's fatal charms. None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Ev'n now, when silent scorn is all they gain, Or more improv'd the vegetable care.
A thousand court you, though they court in vain, To her the shady grove, the flowery field,
A thousand sylvans, demigods, and gods, The streams and fountains, no delights could yield; That haunt our mountains, and our Alban woods 'Twas all her joy the ripening fruits to tend, But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise, And see the boughs with happy burthens bend. Whom age and long experience render wise, The hook she bore instead of Cynthia's spear, And one
whose tender care is far above To lop the growth of the luxuriant year,
All that these lovers ever felt of love, To decent form the lawless shoots to bring, (Far more than e'er can by yourself be guess'd) And teach th' obedient branches where to spring. Fix on Vertumnus, and reject the rest. Now the cleft rind inserted graffs receives,
For his firm faith I dare engage my own; And yields an offspring more than Nature gives; Scarce to himself, limself is better known.