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f curst Ambition : when the pious band
f youths who fought for freedom and their sires, What wonder therefore, since the endearing ties

e side by side in gore; when ruffian Pride Of passion link the universal kind
surps the throne of Justice, turns the pomp Of man so close, what wonder if to search
f public power, the majesty of rule,

This common nature through the various change he sword, the laurel, and the purple robe, Of sex, and age, and fortune, and the frame slavish, empty pageants, to adorn

Of each peculiar, draw the busy mind tyrant's walk, and glitter in the eyes

With unresisted charms ? (The spacious west, such as bow the knee; when honour'd urns And all the teeming regions of the south, f patriots and of chiefs, the aweful bust

Hold not a quarry, to the curious flight nd storied arch, to glut the coward-age of knowledge, half so tempting or so fair, f regal Envy, strew the public way

As man to man.

Nor only where the smiles ith hallow'd ruins; when the Muse's haunt, Of Love invite ; nor only where the applause ne marble porch where Wisdom wont to talk Of cordial Honour turns the attentive eye ith Socrates or Tully, hears no more,

On Virtue's graceful deeds. For since the course ve the hoarse jargon of contentious monks, Of things external acts in different ways e female superstition's midnight prayer ; On human apprehensions, as the hand hen ruthless Rapine from the land of Time Of Nature temper'd to a different frame ears the destroying scythe, with surer blow Peculiar minds; so haply where the powers ) sweep the works of glory from their base; Of Fancy neither lessen nor enlarge 11 Desolation o'er the grass-grown street The images of things, but paint, in all xpands his raven-wings, and up the wall, Their genuine hues, the features which they wore here senates once the price of monarchs doom'd, In nature; there Opinion will be true, isses the gliding snake through hoary weeds And Action right. For Action treads the path hat clasp the mouldering column; thus defac'd, In which Opinion says he follows good, aus widely mournful when the prospect thrills Or flies from evil; and Opinion gives ay beating bosom, when the patriot's tear Report of good or evil, as the scene arts from thine eye, and thy extended arm Was drawn by Fancy, lovely or deforınd: 1 fancy hurls the thunderbolt of Jove

Thus her report can never there be true o fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow, Where Fancy cheats the intellectual eye, r dash Octavius from the trophied car ;

With glaring colours and distorted lines. ly, does thy secret soul repine to taste

Is there a man, who at the sound of Death he big distress? Or would'st thou then exchange Sees ghastly shapes of terrour conjur'd up, hose heart-ennobling sorrows for the lot

And black before him ; nought but death-bed groans f him who sits amid the gaudy herd

And fearful prayers, and plunging from the brink fmute barbarians bending to his nod,

Of light and being, down the gloomy air nd bears aloft his gold-invested front,

An unknown depth ? Alas! in such a mind, nd says within himself - I am a king.?

If no bright forms of excellence attend nd wherefore should the clamorous voice of woc The image of his country ; nor the pomp trude upon mine ear? - the baleful dregs Of sacred senates, nor the guardian voice -f these late ages, this inglorious draught Of Justice on her throne, nor aught that wakes -f servitude and folly, have not yet,

The conscious bosom with a patriot's flame; lest be the eternal Ruler of the world!

Will not Opinion tell him, that to die, efil'd to such a depth of sordid shame

Or stand the hazard, is a greater ill he native honours of the human soul,

Than to betray his country? And in act or so effac'd the image of its sire.'"

Will he not choose to be a wretch and live?
Here vice begins then. From the enchanting cup

Which Fancy holds to all, the unwary thirst
Book III.

Of youth oft swallows a Circæan draught,

That sheds a baleful tincture o'er the eye
Argument.

Of Reason, till no longer he discerns,

And only guides to err. Then revel forth leasure in observing the tempers and manners of A furious band that spurns him from the throne ! men, even where vicious or absurd. The origin And all is uproar. Thus Ambition grasps of vice, from false representations of the fancy, The empire of the soul : thus pale Revenge producing false opinions concerning good and Unsheaths her murderous dagger ; and the hands evil. Inquiry into ridicule. The general sources Of Lust and Rapine, with unholy arts, of ridicule in the minds and characters of men, Watch to o'erturn the barrier of the laws [plagues enumerated. Final cause of the sense of ridi- That keeps them from their prey: thus all the cule. The resemblance certain aspects of in- The wicked bear, or o'er the trembling scene animate things to the sensations and properties The tragic Muse discloses, under shapes of the mind. The operations of the mind in the Of honour, safety, pleasure, ease, or pomp, production of the works of imagination, described. Stole first into the mind. Yet not by all The secondary pleasure from imitation. The Those lying forms which Fancy in the brain benevolent order of the world illustrated in Engenders, are the kindling passions driven the arbitrary connection of these pleasures with To guilty deeds ; nor Reason bound in chains, the objects which excite them. The nature and That Vice alone may lord it: oft adorn'd conduct of taste. Concluding with an account with solemn pageants, Folly mounts the throne, of the natural and moral advantages resulting And plays her idiot-antics, like a queen.

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She wheels her giddy empire. — Lo! thus far The vanity of riches, the contempt
With bold adventure, to the Mantuan lyre

Of pomp and power. Be prudent in your zeal,
I sing of Nature's charms, and touch well pleas'd Ye grave associates ! let the silent grace
A stricter note : now haply must my song

Of her who blushes at the fond regard Unbend her serious measure, and reveal

Her charms inspire, more eloquent unfold

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In lighter strains, how Folly's awkward arts The praise of spotless honour: let the man
Excite impetuous Laughter's gay rebuke ; Whose eye regards not his illustrious pomp
The sportive province of the comic Muse.

And ample store, but as indulgent streams
See! in what crowds the uncouth forms advance : To cheer the barren soil and spread the fruits
Each would outstrip the other, each prevent Of joy, let him by juster measures fix
Our careful search, and offer to your gaze,

The price of riches and the end of power.
Unask’d, his motley features. Wait a while,

Another tribe succeeds ; deluded long

Oi My curious friends! and let us first arrange, By Fancy's dazzling optics, these behold In proper order, your promiscuous throng. The images of some peculiar things

Behold the foremost band; of slender thought, With brighter hues resplendent, and pourtray'd And easy faith ; whom flattering Fancy soothes With features nobler far than e'er adorn'd With lying spectres, in themselves to view

Their genuine objects. Hence the ferer'd heart Illustrious forms of excellence and good,

Pants with delirious hope for tinsel charms ;

1 That scorn the mansion. With exulting hearts Hence oft obtrusive on the eye of Scorn, They spread their spurious treasures to the Sun, Untimely Zeal her witless pride betrays! And bid the world admire ! but chief the glance And serious manhood from the towering aim Of wishful Envy draws their joy-bright eyes, Of Wisdom, stoops to emulate the boast And lifts with self-applause each lordly brow. Of childish toil. Behold yon mystic form,

Pe In numbers boundless as the blooms of spring, Bedeck'd with feathers, insects, weeds, and shells! Behold their glaring idols, empty shades

Not with intenser view the Samian sage By Fancy gilded o'er, and then set up

Bent his fixt eye on Heaven's intenser firas

ra For adoration. Some in Learning's garb,

When first the order of that radiant scene With formal band, and sable-cinctur'd gown, Swell’d his exulting thought, than this surveys And rags of mouldy volumes. Some elate A muckworm's entrails or a spider's fang. With martial splendour, steely pikes and swords Next him a youth, with flowers and myrtles crowt Of costly frame, and gay Phænician robes

Attends that virgin form, and blushing kneels, Inwrought with flowery gold, assume the port With fondest gesture and a suppliant's tongue, Of stately Valour : listening by his side

To win her coy regard : adieu, for him, There stands a female form; to her, with looks The dull engagements of the bustling worked! Of earnest import, pregnant with amaze,

Adieu the sick impertinence of praise ! He talks of deadly deeds, of breaches, storms, And hope, and action! for with her alone, And sulphurous mines, and ambush : then at once By streams and shades, to steal these sighing hours Breaks off, and smiles to see her look so pale, Is all he asks, and all that Fate can give! And asks some wondering question of her fears. Thee too, facetious Momion, wandering here, Others of graver mien; behold, adorn'd

Thee, dreaded censor, oft have I bebeld With holy ensigns, how sublime they move, Bewilder'd unawares : alas ! too long And bending oft their sanctimonious eyes

Flush'd with thy comic triumphs and the spaks Take homage of the simple-minded throng ; Of sly Derision till on every side Ainbassadors of Heaven! Nor much unlike Hurling thy random bolts, offended Truth Is he whose visage, in the lazy mist

Assign'd thee here thy station with the slaves That mantles every feature, hides a brood

Of Folly.

Thy once formidable name Of politic conceits ; of whispers, nods,

Shall grace her humble records, and be heard
And hints deep-omen'd with unwieldy schemes, In scoffs and mockery, bandied from the lips
And dark portents of state. Ten thousand more,

Of all the vengeful brotherhood around,
Prodigious habits and tumultuous tongues, So oft the patient victims of thy scorn.
Pour dauntless in, and swell the boastful band. But now, ye gay! to whom indulgent Fate,

Then comes the second order, all who seek Of all the Muse's empire, hath assign'd
The debt of praise, where watchtul Unbelief The fields of folly, hither each advance
Darts through the thin pretence her squinting eye Your sickles; here the teeming soil affords
On some retir'd appearance, which belies

Its richest growth. A favourite brood appears; The boasted virtue, or annuls the applause

In whom the demon, with a mother's joy, That Justice else would pay. Here side by side Views all her charms reflected, all her cares I see two leaders of the solemn train

At full repay'd. Ye most illustrious band ! Approaching : one a female old and grey,

Who, scorning Reason's tame, pedantic rules, With eyes demure, and wrinkle-furrow'd brow, And Order's vulgar bondage, never meant Pale as the cheeks of Death; yet still she stuns For souls sublime as yours, with generous zeal The sickening audience with a nauseous tale ; Pay Vice the reverence Virtue long usurp'd,

To How many youths her myrtle-chains have worn, And yield Deformity the fond applause How many virgins at her triumphs pin’d !

Which Beauty wont to claim ; forgive my son Yet how resolv'd she guards her cautious heart; That for the blushing diffidence of youth, Such is her terrour at the risks of love,

It shuns the unequal province of your praise

. And man's seducing tongue! The other seems Thus far triumphant in the pleasing guile A bearded sage, ungentle in his mien,

Of bland Imagination, Folly's train And sordid all his habit; peevish Want

Have dard our search: but now a dastard kind Grins at his heels, while down the gazing throng

Advance reluctant, and with faultering fes: He stalks, resounding in manific phraga

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Whom Fancy chills with visionary fears,

O! teach me to reveal the graceful charm Or bends to servile tameness with conceits

That searchless Nature o'er the sense of man Of shame, of evil, or of base defect,

Diffuses, to behold, in lifeless things, Fantastic and delusive. Here the slave

The inexpressive semblance of himself, Who droops abash'd when sullen Pomp surveys Of thought and passion. Mark the sable woods His humbler habit ; here the trembling wretch That shade sublime yon mountain's nodding brow; Unnery'd and struck with Terrour's icy bolts, With what religious awe the solemn scene Spent in weak wailings, drown'd in shameful tears, Commands your steps ! as if the reverend form At every dream of danger : here subdued

Of Minos or of Numa should forsake By frontless Laughter and the hardy scorn The Elysian seats, and down the embowering glade Of old, unfeeling Vice, the abject soul,

Move to your pausing eye! Behold the expanse Who blushing half resigns the candid praise Of yon gay landscape, where the silver clouds Of Temperance and Honour; half disowns Flit o'er the heavens before the sprightly breeze : A freeman's hatred of tyrannic pride ;

Now their grey cincture skirts the doubtful Sun; And hears with sickly smiles the venal mouth Now streams of splendour, through their opening veil With foulest licence mock the patriot's name. Effulgent, sweep from off the gilded lawn Last of the motley bands on whom the power

The aërial shadows; on the curling brook, Of gay Derision bends her hostile aim,

And on the shady margin's quivering leaves Is that where shameful Ignorance presides. With quickest lustre glancing ; while you view Beneath her sordid banners, lo! they march, The prospect, say, within your cheerful breast Like blind and lame. Whate'er their doubtful hands Plays not the lively sense of winning mirth Attempt, Confusion straight appears behind, With clouds and sunshine chequer'd, while the round And troubles all the work. Through many a maze, of social converse, to the inspiring tongue Perplex'd they struggle, changing every path, Of some gay nymph amid her subject train, O erturning every purpose; then at last

Moves all obsequious ? Whence is this effect, Sit down dismay'd, and leave the entangled scene This kindred power of such discordant things? For Scorn to sport with. Such then is the abode Or flows their semblance from that mystic tone' Of Folly in the mind; and such the shapes To which the new-born mind's harmonious powers In which she governs her obsequious train. At first were strung? Or rather from the links

Through every scene of ridicule in things Which artful custom twines around her frame? To lead the tenour of my devious lay ;

For when the different images of things, Through every swift occasion, which the hand By chance combin'd, have struck the attentive soul Of Laughter points at, when the mirthful sting With deeper impulse, or, connected long, Distends her sallying nerves and chokes her tongue; Have drawn her frequent eye; howe'er distinct What were it but to count each crystal drop The external scenes, yet oft the ideas gain Which Morning's dewy fingers on the blooms From that conjunction an eternal tie, Of May distil ? Suffice it to have said,

And sympathy unbroken. Let the mind Where'er the power of Ridicule displays

Recall one partner of the various league, Her quaint-ey'd visage, some incongruous form, Immediate, lo! the firm confederates rise, Sorne stubborn dissonance of things combin'd, And each his former station straight resumes : Strikes on the quick observer: whether Pomp, One movement governs the consenting throng, Or Praise, or Beauty, mix their partial claim And all at once with rosy pleasures shine, Where sordid fashions, where ignoble deeds, Or all are sadden'd with the glooms of care. Where foul deformity, are wont to dwell ;

'T was thus, if ancient Fame the truth unfold, Or whether these with violation loath'd,

Two faithful needles, from the informing touch Invade resplendent Pomp's imperious mien, Of the same parent-stone, together drew The charms of Beauty, or the boast of Praise. Its mystic virtue, and at first conspir’d

Ask we for what fair end, the Almighty Sire With fatal impulse quivering to the Pole : In mortal bosoms wakes this gay contempt,

Then, though disjoin'd by kingdoms, though the main These grateful stings of laughter, from disgust Roll'd its broad surge betwixt, and different stars Educing pleasure ? Wherefore, but to aid Beheld their wakeful motions, yet preserv'd The tardy steps of Reason, and at once

The former friendship, and remember'd still By this prompt impulse urge us to depress

The alliance of their birth : whate'er the line The giddy aims of Folly? Though the light Which once possess'd, nor pause, nor quiet knew Of Truth slow dawning on the enquiring mind, The sure associate, ere with trembling speed At length unfolds, through many a subtle tie, He found its path, and fix'd unerring there. How these uncouth disorders end at last

Such is the secret union, when we feel In public evil! yet benignant Heaven,

A song, a flower, a name, at once restore Conscious how dim the dawn of Truth appears Those long-connected scenes where first they mov'd To thousands ; conscious what a scanty pause The attention : backward through her mazy walks From labours and from care, the wider lot

Guiding the wanton Fancy to her scope, Of humble life affords for studious thought To temples, courts, or fields; with all the band To scan the maze of Nature; therefore stamp'd Of painted forms, of passions and designs The glaring scenes with characters of scorn, Attendant : whence, if pleasing in itself, As broad, as obvious, to the passing clown, The prospect from that sweet accession gains As to the letter'd sage's curious eye.

Redoubled influence o'er the listening mind. Such are the various aspects of the mind

By these mysterious ties the busy power Some heavenly genius, whose unclouded thoughts Of Memory her ideal train preserves Attain that secret harmony which blends

Entire; or when they would elude her watch,

The ethereal anirit with its mold of clay.

! Reclaims heir Acting footstens from the waste

Of dark oblivion ; thus collecting all

And feature after feature we refer The various forms of being to present,

To that sublime exemplar whence it stole Before the curious aim of mimic Art,

Those animating charms. Thus beauty's palm Their largest choice : like spring's unfolded blooms Betwixt them wavering hangs : applauding love Exhaling sweetness, that the skilful bee

Doubts where to choose; and mortal man aspires May taste at will, from their selected spoils To tempt creative praise. As when a cloud To work her dulcet food. For not the expanse Of gathering hail, with limpid crusts of ice Of living lakes in summer's noontide calm, Enclos'd and obvious to the bearning Sun, Reflects the bordering shade, and sun-bright heavens, Collects his large effulgence; straight the Heavens | With fairer semblance ; not the sculptur'd gold With equal flames present on either hand More faithful keeps the graver's lively trace,

The radiant visage: Persia stands at gaze, Than he, whose birth the sister powers of Art Appallid ; and on the brink of Ganges doubts Propitious view'd, and from his genial star The snowy-vested seer, in Mithra's name, Shed influence to the seeds of fancy kind;

To which the fragrance of the south shall burn, Than his attemper'd bosom must preserve

To which his warbled orisons ascend. The seal of Nature. There alone unchang'd, Such various bliss the well-tun'd heart enjoys, Her form remains. The balıny walks of May Favour'd of Heaven! while, plung'd in sordid cara There breathe perennial sweets: the trembling chord The unfeeling vulgar mocks the boon divine: Resounds for ever in the abstracted ear,

And harsh Austerity, from whose rebuke Melodious: and the virgin's radiant eye,

Young Love and smiling Wonder shrink away Superior to disease, to grief, and time,

Abash'd, and chill of heart, with sager frowns Shines with un'bating lustre. Thus at length Condemns the fair enchantment On my strain, Endow'd with all that Nature can bestow,

Perhaps even now, some cold fastidious judge The child of Fancy oft in silence bends

Casts a disdainful eye; and calls my toil, O'er these mixt treasures of his pregnant breast,

And calls the love and beauty which I sing, With conscious pride. From them he oft resolves The dream of folly. Thou, grave censor! say, To frame he knows not what excelling things ; Is Beauty then a dream, because the glooms And win he knows not what sublime reward Of dulness hang too heavy on thy sense, Of praise and wonder. By degrees, the mind To let her shine upon thee? So the man Feels her young nerves dilate : the plastic powers Whose eye ne'er open'd on the light of Heaven, Labour for action : blind emotions heave

Might smile with scorn while raptur’d vision telis His bosom, and with loveliest frenzy caught, Of the gay-colour'd radiance flushing bright From Earth to Heaven he rolls his daring eye, O'er all creation. From the wise be far From Heaven to Earth. Anon ten thousand shapes, Such gross unhallow'd pride; nor needs my sos Like spectres trooping to the wizard's call,

Descend so low; but rather now unfold, Flit swift before him. From the womb of Earth, If human thought could reach, or words unfold, From Ocean's bed they come ; the eternal Heavens By what mysterious fabric of the mind, Disclose their splendours, and the dark Abyss The deep-felt joys and harmony of sound Pours out her births unknown. With fixed gaze Result from airy motion; and from shape He marks the rising phantoms. Now compares The lovely phantoms of sublime and fair. Their different forms; now blends them, now di- By what fine ties hath God connected things vides,

When present in the mind, which in themselns Enlarges, and extenuates by turns;

Have no connection ? Sure the rising Sun Opposes, ranges in fantastic bands,

O'er the cerulean convex of the sea, And infinitely varies. Hither now,

With equal brightness and with equal warmth Now thither fluctuates his inconstant aim,

Might roll his fiery orb; nor yet the soul With endless choice perplexid. At length his plan Thus feel her frame expanded, and her powers Begins to open. Lucid order dawns ;

Exulting in the splendour she beholds; And as from Chaos old the jarring seeds

Like a young conqueror moving through the poor Of Nature at the voice divine repair'il

Of some triumphal day. When join'd at eve, Each to its place, till rosy Earth unveild

Soft murmuring streams and gales of gentlese brede Her fragrant bosom, and the joyful Sun

Melodious Philomela's wakeful strain Sprung up the blue serene; by swift degrees Attemper, could not man's discerning ear Thus disentangled, his entire design

Through all its tones the sympathy pursue ; Emerges. Colours mingle, features join; Nor yet this breath divine of nameless joy And lines converge: the fainter parts retire ; Steal through his veins, and fan the awaken'd kex The fairer eminent in light advance ;

Mild as the breeze, yet rapturous as the song. And every image on its neighbour smiles.

But were not Nature still endow'd at large Awhile he stands, and with a father's joy

With all which life requires, though unadoru'd Contemplates. Then with Promethean art, With such enchantment : wherefore then her for Into its proper vehicle he breathes

So exquisitely fair ? her breath perfum'd The fair conception; which, embodied thus, With such ethereal sweetness? whence her voice And permanent, becomes to eyes or ears

Inform'd at will to raise or to depress An object ascertain'd: while thus inform'd, The impassion'd soul ? and whence the roles of lig The various organs of his mimic skill,

Which thus invest her with more lovely pomp The consonance of sounds, the featur'd rock, Than fancy can describe? Whence but from thee, The shadowy picture and impassion'd verse, () source divine of ever-flowing love, Beyond their proper powers attract the soul And thy unmeasur'd goodness ? Not contert By that expressive semblance, while in sight With every food of life to nourish man, Of Nature's great original we scan

By kind illusions of the wondering sense

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Or music to his ear: well pleas'd he scans | Consenting Zephyr sighs ; the weeping rill
The goodly prospect ; and with inward smiles Joins in his plaint, melodious; mute the groves;
Treads the gay verdure of the painted plain;

And hill and dale with all their echoes mourn. Beholds the azure canopy of Heaven,

Such and so various are the tastes of men. (songs And living lamps that over-arch his head

Oh! blest of Heaven, whom not the languid With more than regal splendour; bends his cars Of Luxury, the syren ! not the bribes To the full choir of water, air, and earth;

Of sordid Wealth, nor all the gaudy spoils Nor heeds the pleasing errour of his thought, Of pageant Honour, can seduce to leave Nor doubts the painted green or azure arch, Those ever-blooming sweets, which from the store Nor questions more the music's mingling sounds Of Nature fair Imagination culls Than space, or motion, or eternal time;

To charm the enliven'd soul! What though not all So sweet he feels their influence to attract

Of mortal offspring can attain the heights
The fixed soul; to brighten the dull glooms Of envied life; though only few possess
Of care, and make the destin'd road of life Patrician treasures or imperial state;
Delightful to his feet. So fables tell,

Yet Nature's care, to all her children just,
The adventurous hero, bound on hard exploits, With richer treasures and an ampler state,
Beholds with glad surprise, by secret spells Endows at large whatever happy man
Of some kind sage, the patron of his toils,

Will deign to use them.

His the city's pomp, A visionary paradise disclos'd

The rural honours his. Whate'er adorns Amid the dubious wild : with streams, and shades, The princely dome, the column and the arch, And airy songs, the enchanted landscape smiles, The breathing inarbles and the sculptur'd gold, Cheers his long labours, and renews his frame. Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim,

What then is taste, but these internal powers His tuneful breast enjoys. For him, the spring Active, and strong, and feelingly alive

Distils her dews, and from the silken gem To each fine impulse ? a discerning sense

Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust

Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch From things deform'd, or disarrang'd, or gross With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. In species? This, nor gems, nor stores of gold, Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; Nor purple state, nor culture can bestow;

And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, But God alone when first his active hand

And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Imprints the secret bias of the soul.

Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes Hle, mighty parent! wise and just in all,

The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain Free as the vital breeze or light of Heaven, From all the tenants of the warbling shade Reveals the charms of Nature. Ask the swain Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Who journeys homeward from a summer day's Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. Nor thence partakes Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils

Fresh pleasure only : for the attentive mind, And due repose, he loiters to behold

By this harmonious action on her powers, The sunshine gleaming as through amber clouds, Becomes herself harmonious: wont so oft O'er all the western sky; full soon, I ween, In outward things to meditate the charm His rude expression and untutor'd airs,

Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home Beyond the power of language, will unfold To find a kindred order, to exert The form of beauty smiling at his heart, (Heaven within herself this elegance of love, j How lovely! how commanding! But though This fair inspir'd delight : her temper'd powers In every breast hath sown these early seeds Retine at length, and every passion wears Of love and admiration, yet in vain,

A chaster, milder, more attractive mien. Without fair Culture's kind parental aid,

But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze Without enlivening suns, and genial showers, On Nature's form, where, negligent of all And shelter from the blast, in vain we hope These lesser graces, she assumes the port The tender plant should rear its blooming head, Of that eternal majesty that weigh'd Or yield the harvest promis'd in its spring. The world's foundations, if to these the mind Nor yet will every soil with equal stores

Exalts her daring eye; then mightier far Repay the tiller's labour; or attend

Will be the change, and nobler. Would the forms His will, obsequious, whether to produce

Of servile custom cramp her generous powers ? The olive or the laurel. Different minds

Would sordid policies, the barbarous growth Incline to different objects : one pursues

Of ignorance and rapine, bow her down The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild ;

To tame pursuits, to indolence and fear? Another sighs for harmony, and grace,

Lo! she appeals to Nature, to the winds And gentlest beauty. Hence when lightning fires And rolling waves, the Sun's unwearied course, The arch of Heaven, and thunders rock the ground, The elements and seasons : all declare When furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, For what the eternal Maker has ordain'd And Ocean, groaning from its lowest bed, The powers of man: we feel within ourselves Heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky; His energy divine : he tells the heart, Amid the mighty uproar, while below

He meant, he made us to behold and love The nations tremble, Shakspeare looks abroad What he beholds and loves, the general orb From some high cliff, superior, and enjoys Of life and being; to be great like him, The elemental war. Put Waller longs,

Beneficent and active. Thus the men Call on the margin of some flowery stream, Whom Nature's works can charm, with God himself To spread his careless limbs amid the cool

Hold converse ; grow familiar, day by day, Of plantane shades, and to the listening deer With his conceptions, act upon his plan; The tale of slighted vows and love's disdain And form to his, the relish of their souls

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