THE DUNCIAD.

TO DR. JONATHAN SWIFT.

BOOK IV.

The Argument.

The Poet being, in this Book to declare the completion of the Prophesies mentioned at the end of the former, makes a new Invocation; as the greater poets are wont, when some high and worthy matter is to be sung. He shews the Goddess coming in her Majesty, to destroy Orcer and Science, and to substitute the kingdom of the Dull upon earth., How she leads captive the sciences, and silences the Muses; and what they be who succeed in their stead. All her children, by a wonderful attraction, are drawn about her; and bear along with them divers others, who pro mote her empire by connivance, weak resistance, or discouragement of arts; such as half-wits, tasteless admirers, vain pretenders, the flatterers of dunces, or the patrons of them. All these crowd around her; one of them offering to approach her, is driven back by a rival, but she com mends and encourages both. The first who speak in form are the Geniuses of the Schools, who assure her of their care to advance her cause by confining youth to Words, and keeping them out of the way of real Knowledge. Their address, and her gracious answer; with her charge to them and the Universities. The Universities appear by their proper deputies, and assure her, that the same method is observed in the progress of edu cation. The speech of Aristarchus on this subject. They are driven off by a band of young gentiemen returned from Travel with the Tutors; one of whom delivers to the Goddess, in a polite oration, an account of the whole conduct and fruits of their Travels, presenting to her at the same time a young nobleman perfectly accomplished. She receives him graciously, and induces him with the happy quality of want of Shame. She sees loitering about her a number of indolent Persons abandoning all business, and duty, and dying with laziness; to these approaches the antiquary Annius, intreating her to make them Virtuosos, and assign them over to him; but Mummius, anether antiquary, complaining of his fraudulent proceeding, she finds a method to reconcile their difference. Then enter a troop of people fantastically adorned, offering her strange and exotic presents: smongst them, one stands forth and demands justice on another,

who had deprived him of one of the greatest curiosities in Nature; but he justifies himself so well, that the Goddess gives them both her ap probation. She recommends to them to find proper employment for the Indolents before mentioned, in the study of Butterflies, Shells, Birdsnests, Moss, &c. but with particular caution not to proceed beyond Trifies, to any useful or extensive views of Nature, or of the Author of Nature. Against the last of these apprehensions she is secured by a hearty address from the Minure Philosophers and Free-thinkers, one of whom speaks in the name of the rest. The youth thus instructed and principled, are delivered to her in a body, by the hands of Silenus and then admitted to taste the cup of the Magus her high priest, which causes a total oblivion of all obligations, divine, civil, moral, or rational. To these her adepts she sends Priests, Attendants, and Comforters, of various kinds; confers on them Orders, and Degrees; and then dismissing them with a speech, confirming to each his Frivileges, and telling what she expects from each, concludes with a Yawn of extraordinary virtue; the progress and effect whereof on all orders of men, and the consummation of all, in the restoration of Night and Chaos, conclude the Poem.

YET, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!
Of darkness visible so much be lent,
As half to shew, half veil the deep intent.
Ye Pov'rs! whose mysteries restor'd I sing,
To whom Time bears me on his rapid wing,
Suspend a while your force inertly strong,
Then take at once the Poet and the Song.
Now flam'd the Dog-star's unpropitious ray,
Smote ev'ry brain, and wither'd ev'ry bay:
Sick was the sun, the owl forsook his bow'r,
The moon-struck prophet felt the madding hour:

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. 2.dread Chaos and eternal Night!] Invoked, as the restoration of their empire is the action of the Poem.

Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night,
To blot out order, and extinguish light,
Of dull and venal a new world to mould,

And bring Saturnian days of lead and gold.

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She mounts the throne: her head a cloud conceal'd, In broad effulgence all below reveal'd,

('Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines)

Soft on her lap her Laureate Son reclines.
Beneath her footstool Science groans in chains,
And Wit dreads exile, penalties and pains.
There foam'd rebellious Logic, gagg'd and bound;
There, stript, fair Rhet'ric languish'd on the ground;
His blunted arms by Sophistry are borne,
And shameless Billinsgate her robes adorn.
Morality, by her false guardians drawn,
Chicane in furs, and Casuistry in lawn.

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v. 14. To bolt out order, and extinguish light. great ends of her mission; the one in quality of daughter of Chaos, the other as daughter of Night. Order here is to be understood extensively, both as civil and moral; the distinctions between high and low in society, and true and false in individuals: light as intellectual only, wit, science, arts.

v. 15. Of dull and venal.] The allegory continued; dull referring to the extinction of light or science; venal to the destruction of order and the truth of things.

Ibid.---a new world. In allusion to the Epicurian opinion, that from the dissolution of the natural world into night and chaos, a new one should arise; this the Poet alluded to, in the production of a new world, makes it partake of its original principles.

Gasps, as they straiten at each end the cord,

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Mad Mathesis alone was unconfin'd,

Too mad for mere material chains to bind :
Now to pure space lifts her ecstatic stare,
Now running round the circle, finds it square.
But held in tenfold bonds the Muses lie,
Watch'd both by Envy's and by Flatt'ry's eye:
There to her heart sad Tragedy addrest
The dagger, wont to pierce the tyrant's breast;
But sober History restrain'd her rage,
And promis'd vengeance on a barb'rous age.
There sunk Thalia, nerveless, cold, and dead,

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Had not her sister Satire held her head:

Nor could'st thou, Chesterfield! a tear refuse,

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Thou wept'st, and with thee wept each gentle Muse.
When, lo! a harlot form soft sliding by,
With mincing step, small voice, and languid eye;
Foreign her air, her robe's discordant pride
In patch-work flutt'ring, and her head aside;
By singing peers upheld on either hand,

She tripp'd and laugh'd, too pretty much to stand;
Cast on the prostrate Nine a scornful look,
Then thus in quaint recitativo spoke :

O Cara! Cara! silence all that train;
Joy to great Chaos! let Division reign:

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IMITATIONS.

54 Joy to great Chaos!]

Joy to great Cæsar!"

The beginning of a famous old song.

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Chromatic tortures soon shall drive them hence,
Break all their nerves, and fritter all their sense :
One thrill shall harmonize joy, grief, and rage,
Wake the dull Church, and lull the ranting Stage;
To the same notes thy son shall hum, or snore,
And all the yawning daughters cry,
Encore.
Another Phoebus, thy own Phœbus reigns,
Joys in my jigs, and dances in my chains.
But soon, ah soon, rebellion will commence,
If music meanly borrows aid from sense :
Strong in new arms, lo! giant Handel stands,
Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands;
To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes,
And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums.
Arrest him, Empress, or you sleep no more---
She heard, and drove him to the Hibernian shore. 70
And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown,
And all the nations summon'd to the throne:
The young, the old, who feel her inward sway,
One instinct seizes, and transports away.

None need a guide by sure attraction led,
And strong impulsive gravity of head:
None want a place, for all their centre found,
Hung to the Goddess, and coher'd around.
Not closer, orb in orb, conglob'd are seen
The buzzing bees about their dusky queen.
The gath'ring number as it moves along,
Involves a vast involuntary throng,

Who gently drawn, and struggling less and less,
Roll in her vortex, and her pow'r confess.

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