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The sacred shades, that slowly rising pass
Servius the king, who laid the solid base Before my wondering eyes. First Socrates, On which o'er Earth the vast republic spread. Who, firmly good in a corrupted state,
Then the great consuls venerable rise. Against the rage of tyrants single stood,
The public father S, who the private quell'd, Invincible ! calm reason's holy law,
As on the dread tribunal sternly sad. That voice of God within th' attentive mind, He, whom his thankless country could not loss, Obeying, fearless, or in life, or death :
Camillus, only vengeful to his foes. Great moral teacher ! wisest of mankind !
Fabricius, scorner of all-conquering gold; Solon the next, who built his common-weal And Cincinnatus, aweful from the plough. On equity's wide base; by tender laws
Thy willing victim ||, Carthage, bursting loose A lively people curbing, yet undamp'd,
From all that pleading Nature could oppose, Preserving still that quick peculiar fire,
From a whole city's tears, by rigid faith Whence in the laureli'd field of finer arts,
| Imperious call'd, and honour's dire command. Ind of bold freedom, they unequall'd sbone, Scipio, the gentle chief, humanely brave, The pride of smiling Greece, and human-kind. Who soon the race of spotless glory ran, ycurgus then, who bow'd beneath the force And warm in youth, to the poetic shade If strictest discipline, severely wise,
With Friendship and Philosophy retir'd. .ll human passions. Following him I see, Tully, whose powerful eloquence awhile s at Thermopylæ he glorious fell,
Restrain'd the rapid fate of rushing Rome. he firm devoted chief who prov'd by deeds Unconquer'd Cato, virtuous in extreme. he hardest lesson which the other taught.
And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart, hen Aristides lifts his honest front;
Whose steady arm, by aweful virtue urg'd, sotless of heart, to whom th' unflattering voice Lifted the Roman steel against thy friend. f freedom gave the noblest name of just ;
Thousands besides the tribute of a verse pure majestic poverty rever'd;
Demand; but who can count the stars of Heaven? ho, ev'n his glory to his country's weal
Who sing their influence on this lower world? bmitting, swell'd a haughty rivals † fame. Behold, who yonder comes ! in sober state, ar'd by his care, of softer ray appears
Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun : non, sweet-soul'd; whose genius, rising strong, 'Tis Phæbus' self, or else the Mantuan Swain ! ook off the load of young debauch ; abroad Great Homer too appears, of daring wing, e scourge of Persian pride, at home the friend Parent of song! and equal by his side, every worth and every splendid art;
The British Muse; join'd hand in hand they walk, dest and simple in the pomp of wealth. Darkling, full up the middle steep to Fame. en the last worthies of declining Greede, Nor absent are those shades, whose skilful touch he call'd to glory, in unequal times,
Pathetic drew th' impassion'd heart, and charm'd asive, appear.
The fair Corinthian boast, Transported Athens with the moral scene : noleon, happy temper! mild and firm,
Nor those who, tuneful, wak'd th' enchanting lyre. o wept the brother while the tyrant bled.
First of your kind! society divine ; d, equal to the best, the Theban pair , Still visit thus my nights, for you reserv'd, ose virtues, in heroic concord join'd,
And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like yours. ir country rais'd to freedom, empire, fame. Silence, thou lonely power! the door be thine : too, with whom Athenian honour sunk, See on the hallow'd hour that none intrude, I left a mass of sordid lees behind :
Save a few chosen friends, who sometimes deign con the good ; in public life severe,
To bless my humble roof, with sense refin'd, virtue still inexorably firm;
Learning digested well, exalted faith, when, beneath his low illustrious roof,
Unstudy'd wit, and humour ever gay. peace and happy wisdom smooth'd his brow, Or from the Muses' hill will Pope descend, friendship softer was, nor love more kind. To raise the sacred hour, to bid it smile, he, the last of old Lycurgus' sons,
And with the social spirit warm the heart? generous victim to that vain attempt,
For though not sweeter his own Homer sings, ave a rotten state, Agis, who saw
Yet is his life the more endearing song. Sparta's self to servile avarice sunk.
Where art thou, Hammond ? thou the darling two Achaïan heroes close the train :
pride, tus, who awhile relum'd the soul
The friend and lover of the tuneful throng ! ondly lingering liberty in Greece :
Ah, why, dear youth, in all the blooming prime he her darling, as her latest hope,
Of vernal genius, where disclosing fast Eallant Philopæinen; who to arms
Each active worth, each manly virtue lay, 'd the luxurious pomp he could not cure; Why wert thou ravish'd from our hope so soon ? iling in his farm a simple swain ;
What now avails that noble thirst of fame, old and skilful, thundering in the field. Which stung thy fervent breast ? that treasur'd store rougher front, a mighty people come! Of knowledge early gain'd? that eager zeal e of heroes! in those virtuous times,
To serve thy country, glowing in the band h knew no stain, save that with partial flame Of youthful patriots, who sustain her name?
dearest country they too fondly lov’d: What now, alas! that life-diffusing charm etter founder first, the light of Rome, Of sprightly wit ? that rapture for the Muse, , who soften'd her rapacious sons :
That heart of friendship, and that soul of joy,
Which bade with softest light thy virtues smile ? • Leonidas. + Themistocles.
§ Marcus Junius Brutus. Pelopidas and Epaminondas.
Ah! only show'd, to check our fond pursuits, Mix'd and evolv'd, a thousand sprightly ways. And teach our humbled hopes that life is vain ! The glittering court effuses every pomp;
Thus in some deep retirement would I pass The circle deepens : bearn'd from gaudy robes, The Winter-glooms, with friends of pliant soul, Tapers, and sparkling gems, and radiant eyes, Or blithe, or solemn, as the theme inspir’d: [frame A soft effulgence o'er the palace waves : With them would search, if Nature's boundless While, a gay insect in his summer-shine, Was call’d, late-rising from the void of night, The fop, light-fluttering, spreads his mealy wings Or sprung eternal from th' Eternal Mind;
Dread o'er the scene, the ghost of Hamlet stalks; Its life, its laws, its progress, and its end.
Othello rages; poor Monimia mourns; Hence larger prospects of the beauteous whole And Belvidera pours her soul in love. Would, gradual, open on our opening minds; Terrour alarms the breast; the comely tear And each diffusive harmony unite
Steals o'er the cheek : or else the comic Muse In full perfection to th' astonish'd eye.
Holds to the world a picture of itself, Then would we try to scan the moral world, And raises sly the fair impartial laugh. Which, though to us it seems embroil'd, moves on Sometimes she lifts her strain, and paints the scenes In higher order ; fitted, and impellid,
Of beauteous life ; whate'er can deck mankind, By Wisdom's finest hand, and issuing all
Or charm the heart, in generous Bevil • show'd. In general good. The sage historic Muse
O, thou, whose wisdom, solid yet refind,
O Chesterfield, to grace with thee her song!
(For every Muse has in thy train a place) These ardent risings of the kindling soul;
To mark thy various full-accomplish'd mind : Then, ev'n superior to ambition, we
To mark that spirit, which, with British scars, Would learn the private virtues how to glide Rejects th' allurements of corrupted power ; Through shades and plains, along the smoothest That elegant politeness, which excels, stream
Ev'n in the judgment of presumptuous France, Of rural life: or snatch'd away by hope,
The boasted manners of her shining court; Through the dim spaces of futurity,
That wit, the vivid energy of sense, With earnest eye anticipate those scenes
The truth of Nature, which, with Attie point, Of happiness, and wonder ; where the mind, And kind well-temper'd satire, smoothly keen, In endless growth and infinite ascent,
Steals through the soul, and without pain corrects Rises from state to state, and world to world. Or, rising thence with yet a brighter flame, But when with these the serious thought is foil'd, 0, let me hail thee on some glorious day, We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes When to the listening senate, ardent, crowd Of frolic Fancy; and incessant form
Britannia's sons to hear her pleaded cause. Those rapid pictures, that assembled train
Then drest by thee, more amiably fair, Of fleet ideas, never join'd before,
Truth the soft robe of mild persuasion wears: Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise; Thou to assenting reason giv'st again Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself,
Her own enlighten'd thoughts; call'd from er Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve. Th' obedient passi on thy voice attend; Meantime the village rouses up the fire;
And ev'n reluctant party feels awhile While well attested, and as well believ'd,
Thy gracious power : as through the varied mere Heard solemn, goes the goblin-story round; Of eloquence, now smooth, now quick, now stron Till superstitious horrour creeps o'er all.
Profound and clear, you roll the copious flood. Or, frequent in the sounding hall, they wake * To thy lov'd haunt return, my happy Muse: The rural gambol. Rustic mirth goes round; For now, behold, the joyous Winter-days, The simple joke that takes the shepherd's heart, Frosty, succeed ; and through the blue serene, Easily pleas'd; the long loud laugh, sincere ; For sight too fine, th' etherial nitre flies ; The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the side-long maid, Killing infectious damps, and the spent air On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep: Storing afresh with elemental life. The leap, the slap, the haul ; and, shook to notes Close crowds the shining atmosphere; and binds Of native music, the respondent dance.
Our strengthen'd bodies in its cold embrace, Thus jocund Aeets with them the winter-night. Constringent ; feeds, and animates our blood;
The city swarms intense. The public haunt, Refines our spirits, through the new-strung berna Full of each theme, and warm with mixt discourse, In swifter sallies darting to the brain ; Hums indistinct. The sons of riot flow
Where sits the soul, intense, collected, cool, Down the loose stream of false enchanted joy, Bright as the skies, and as the season keen. To swift destruction. On the rankled soul
All Nature feels the renovating force The gaming fury falls; and in one gulph
Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eve Of total ruin, honour, virtue, peace, Friends, families, and fortune, headlong sink. • A character in the Conscious Lovers, Up-springs the dance along the lighted dome,
by Sir Richard Steele.
In ruin seen. The frost-concocted glebe
The manly strife, with highly blooming charms, Draws in abundant vegetable soul,
Flush'd by the season, Scandinavia's dames, And gathers vigour for the coming year.
Or Russia's buxom daughters, glow around. A stronger glow sits on the lively cheek
Pure, quick, and sportful, is the wholesome day; Of ruddy fire: and luculent along
But soon elaps'd. The horizontal Sun, The purer rivers flow; their sullen deeps,
Broad o'er the south, hangs at his utmost noon : Transparent, open to the shepherd's gaze,
And, ineffectual, strikes the gelid cliff:
What art thou, fröst ? and whence are thy keen Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the vale Deriv'd, thou secret all-invading power,
Relents awhile to the reflected ray; Whom ev'n th' illusive fluid cannot fly?
Or from the forest falls the cluster'd snow, Is not thy potent energy, unseen,
Myriads of gems, that in the waving gleam Myriads of little salts, or hook'd, or shap'd Gay-twinkle as they scatter. Thick around Like double wedges, and diffus'd immense Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun, Through water, earth, and ether? Hence at eve, And dog impatient bounding at the shot, Steam'd eager from the red horizon round, Worse than the season, desolate the fields : With the fierce rage of Winter deep suffus'd, And, adding to the ruins of the year, An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool
Distress the footed or the feather'd game. Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career
But what is this? Our infant Winter sinks, Arrests the bickering stream. The loosen'd ice, Divested of his grandeur, should our eye Let down the flood, and half dissolv'd by day, Astonish'd shoot into the frigid zone; Rustles no more ; but to the sedgy bank
Where, for relentless months, continual Night Fast grows, or gathers round the pointed stone, Holds o'er the glittering waste her starry reign. A crystal pavement, by the breath of Heaven There, through the prison of unbounded wilds, Cemented firm; till, seiz'd from shore to shore, Barr'd by the hand of Nature from escape, 'The whole imprison'd river growls below.
Wide roams the Russian exile. Nought around Loud rings the frozen earth, and hard reflects Strikes his sad eye, but deserts lost in snow; A double noise; while, at his evening watch, And heavy-loaded groves; and solid foods, The village dog deters the nightly thief;
That stretch athwart the solitary vast, The heifer lows; the distant water-fall
Their icy horrours to the frozen main ; Swells in the breeze; and, with the hasty tread And cheerless towns far distant, never bless'd, of traveller, the hollow-sounding plain
Save when its annual course the caravan Shakes from afar. The full ethereal round, Bends to the golden coast of rich Cathay *, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view,
With news of human-kind. Yet there life glows: shines out intensely keen; and, all one cope Yet cherish'd there, beneath the shining waste, Of starry glitter, glows from pole to pole. The furry nations harbour : tipt with jet, From pole to pole the rigid influence falls, Fair ermines, sportless as the snows they press ; Through the still night, incessant, heavy, strong, Sables, of glossy black; and dark-embrown'd, And seizes Nature fast. It freezes on;
Or beauteous freakt with many a mingled hue, Till Morn, late-rising o'er the drooping world, Thousands besides, the costly pride of courts. ifts her pale eye unjoyous. Then appears There, warm together press'd, the trooping deer Che various labour of the silent Night :
Sleep on the new-fall’n snows; and, scarce his head Prone from the dripping cave, and dumb cascade, Rais'd o'er the heapy wreath, the branching elk Vhose idle torrents only seem to roar,
Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss. The pendant icicle ; the frost-work fair,
The ruthless hunter wants nor dogs nor toils, Vhere transient hues and fancy'd figures rise ; Nor with the dread of sounding bows he drives Vide-spouted o'er the hill, the frozen brook, The fearful Aying race : with ponderous clubs, I livid tract, cold-gleaming on the morn; As weak against the mountain-heaps they push The forest bent beneath the plumy wave;
Their beating breast in vain, and piteous bray, Ind by the frost refin'd the whiter snow,
He lays them quivering on the ensanguin'd snows, ncrusted hard, and sounding to the tread
And with loud shouts rejoicing bears them home. f early shepherd, as he pensive seeks
There, through the piny forest half-absorpt, lis pining fock, or from the mountain-top, Rouglı tenant of these shades, the shapeless bear, Pleas'd with the slippery surface, swift descends. With dangling ice all horrid, stalks forlorn; On blithsome frolicks bent, the youthful swains, Slow-plac'd, and sourer as the storms increase, Vhile every work of man is laid at rest,
He makes his bed beneath th' inclement drift, ond o'er the river crowd, in various sport And, with stern patience, scorning weak complaint, Ind revelry dissolv'd; where mixing glad, Hardens his heart against assailing want. Happiest of all the train! the raptur'd boy
Wide o'er the spacious regions of the north, ashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine That sees Boötes urge his tardy wain, Branch'd out in many a long canal extends, A boisterous race, by frosty Caurus – pierc'd, from every province swarming, void of care, Who little pleasure know, and fear no pain, Batavia rushes forth; and as they sweep,
Prolific swarm. They once relum'd the flame
Resistless rushing o'er th' enfeebled south,
The old name for China.
+ The north-west wind. The long resounding course. Meantime, to raise
The wandering Scythian clans.
And gave the vanquish'd world another form. Here Winter holds his unrejoicing court;
Moulds his fierce hail, and treasures up his snows, Disturb the peaceful current of their time,
With which he now oppresses half the globe. And through the restless ever-tortur'd maze
Thence winding eastward to the Tartar's coast, Of pleasure, or ambition, bid it rage.
She sweeps the howling margin of the main; Their rein-deer form their riches. These their tents, Where undissolving, from the first of time, Their robes, their beds, and all their homely wealth Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky; Supply, their wholesome fare, and cheerful cups. And icy mountains, high on mountains pil'd, Obsequious at their call, the docile tribe
Seem to the shivering sailor from afar, Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them swift Shapeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds. O'er hill and dale, heap'd into one expanse Projected huge, and horrid, o'er the surge, Of marbled snow, as far as eye can sweep,
Alps frown on Alps, or rushing hideous down, With a blue crust of ice unbounded glaz'd. As if old Chaos was again return'd, By dancing meteors then, that ceaseless shake Wide-rend the deep, and shake the solid Pole. A waving blaze refracted o'er the heavens, Ocean itself no longer can resist And vivid moons, and stars that keener play The binding fury; but, in all its rage With double lustre from the glossy waste,
Of tempest, taken by the boundless frost, Ev'n in the depth of polar night, they find
Is many a fathom to the bottom chain'd, A wondrous day : enough to light the chase, And bid to roar no more: a bleak expanse, Or guide their daring steps to Finland fairs. Shagg'd o'er with wavy rocks, cheerless, and vaid Wish'd Spring returns; and from the hazy south, Of every life, that from the dreary months While dim Aurora slowly moves before,
Flies conscious southward. Miserable they, The welcome Sun, just verging up at first, Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, By small degrees extends the swelling curve ! Take their last look of the descending Sun; Till seen at large for gay rejoicing months, While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, Still round and round his spiral course he winds, The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, And as he nearly dips his flaming orb,
Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's fate, Wheels up again, and re-ascends the sky.
As with first prow (what have not Britons dar'd!; In that glad season from the lakes and floods, He for the passage sought, attempted since Where pure Niemi's * fairy mountains rise, So much in vain, and seeming to be shut And fring'd with roses Tenglio † rolls his stream, By jealous Nature with eternal bars. They draw the copious fry. With these, at eve, In these fell regions, in Arzina caught, They cheerful loaded to their tents repair; And to the stony deep his idle ship Where, all day long in useful care employ’d, Immediate seal'd, he with his hapless crew, Their kind unblemish'd wives the fire prepare. Each full-exerted at his several task, Thrice happy race ! by poverty secur'd
Froze into statues ; to the cordage glued From legal plunder and rapacious power :
The sailor, and the pilot to the helm. (streer In whom fell interest never yet has sown
Hard by these shores, where scarce his freezing The seeds of vice : whose spotless swains ne'er knew Rolls the wild Oby, live the last of men ; Injurious deed, nor, blasted by the breath
And half-enliven'd by the distant Sun, of faithless love, their blooming daughters woe. That rears and ripens man, as well as plants, Still pressing on, beyond Tornea's lake,
Here human nature wears its rudest form. And Hecla flaming through a waste of snow, Deep from the piercing season sunk in cares And farthest Greenland, to the Pole itself,
Here by dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer, Where, failing gradual, life at length goes out, They waste the tedious gloom. Immers'd in fars The Muse expands her solitary flight;
Doze the gross race. Nor sprightly jest, nor sorg And, hovering o'er the wild stupendous scene, Nor tenderness they know ; nor aught of life, Beholds new seas beneath another sky. #
Beyond the kindred bears that stalk without Thron’d in his palace of cerulean ice,
Till Morn at length, her roses drooping all,
Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields M. de Maupertuis, in his book on the Figure And calls the quiver'd savage to the chase. of the Earth, after having described the beautiful What cannot active government perform, lake and mountain of Niemi in Lapland, says, New-moulding man? Wide-stretching from the “ From this height we had opportunity several times
shores, to see those vapours rise from the lake, which the A people savage from remotest time, people of the country call Haltios, and which they A huge neglected empire, one vast mind, deem to be the guardian spirits of the mountains. By Heaven inspir'd, from Gothic darkness called We had been frighted with stories of bears that Immortal Peter! first of monarchs ! He haunted this place, but saw none. It seemed His stubborn country tam’d, her rocks, her fens, rather a place of resort for Fairies and Genii, than Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons; bears."
And while the fierce barbarian he subdued, † The same author observes; “ I was surprised To more exalted soul he rais'd the man. to see upon the banks of this river (the Tenglio) Ye shades of ancient heroes ye who toil'd roses of as lively a red as any that are in our gardens."
$ Sir Hugh Willoughby, sent by Queen Elizabet The other hemisphere.
to discover the north-east radno
Through long successive ages to build up Thy Aowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent
And shuts the scene.
Ah! whither now are fled Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts; Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes And, roaming every land, in every port
Of happiness ? those longings after fame? His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand
Those restless cares? those busy bustling days ? Unwearied plying the mechanic tool,
Those gay-spent, festive nights ? those veering Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,
thoughts, Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.
Lost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life? Charg'd with the stores of Europe, home he goes; All now are vanish'd! Virtue sole survives, Then cities rise amid th'illumin'd waste :
Immortal, never-failing friend of man,
'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth
Involving all, and in a perfect whole
Ye vainly wise ! ye blind presumptuous! now,
Muttering, the winds at evé, with blunted point, In life was gall and bitterness of soul :
In starving solitude ; while Luxury,
And what your bounded view, which only saw But, rousing all their waves, resistless heave. A little part, deem'd evil, is no more: And hark : the lengthening roar continuous runs The storms of Wintery Time will quickly pass, Athwart the rifted deep : at once it bursts, And one unbounded Spring encircle all. And piles a thousand mountains to the clouds. III fares the bark with trembling wretches charg'd, That, tost amid the floating fragments, moors
A Hun. Beneath the shelter of an icy isle, While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horrour looks THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these More horrible. Can human force endure
Are but the varied God. The rolling year Th' assembled mischiefs that besiege them round ? Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness, Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice, Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; Now ceasing, now renew'd with louder rage, Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; And in dire echoes bellowing round the main. And every sense, and every heart, is joy. More to embroil the deep, Leviathan
Then comes thy glory in the Summer-months, And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, [gloom, with light and heat refulgent. Then thy Sun Tempest the loosen'd brine, while through the Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : Far from the bleak inhospitable shore,
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; Loading the winds, is heard the hungry howl And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, Of famish'd monsters, there awaiting wrecks. By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales, Yet Providence, that ever-waking eye,
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd, Looks down with pity on the feeble toil
And spreads a common feast for all that lives. Of mortals lost to hope, and lights them safe, In Winter aweful thou! with clouds and storms Through all this dreary labyrinth of fate. (glooms, Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rollid,
'Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. Riding sublime, thou bidst the world adore, How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
And humblest nature with thy northern blast. How dumb the tuneful! Horrour wide extends Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine, His desolate domain. Behold, fond man! Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train, See here thy pictur'd life; pass some few years, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art,