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OR THE WEDDING-DAY.

Their souls in fragrant dews exhale,

Lo! Socrates, the fent of heaven, And breathe fresh life in every gale.

To whom its moral will was given. Here, spreads a green expanse of plains,

Fathers and friends of human kind, Where, Tweetly pensive, lilence reigns ;

They form'd the nations, or refind; And there, at utmost stretch of eye,

With all that mends the head and heart, A mountain fades into the sky;

Enlightening truth, adorning art. While winding round, diffus'd and deep,

While thus I mus'd beneath the shade, A river rolls with sounding (weep.

At once the founding breeze was laid : Of human art no traces near,

And nature, by the unknown law, I seem alone with nature here!

Shook deep with reverential awe. Here are thy walks, O sacred Health !

Dumb filence grew upon the hour; The monarch's bliss, the beggar's wealth ; A browner night involv'd the bower: The seasoning of all good below!

When ifluing from the inmost wood, The sovereign friend in joy or woe!

Appear'd fair freedom's genius good. Othou, molt courted, most despis'd,

o Freedom: sovereign boon of heaven ; And but in absence duly priz'd!

Great charter, with our being given; Power of the soft and rosy face!

For which the patriot, and the sage, The vivid pulse, the vermil grace,

Have plann'd, have bled through every age! The spirits when they gayest shine,

High privilege of human race, Youth, beauty, pleasure, all are thine!

Beyond a mortal monarch's grace: Of sun of life! whose heavenly ray

Who could not give, nor can reclaim,
Lights up and cheers our various day,

What but from God immediate came?
The turbulence of hopes and fears,
The storm of fate, the cloud of years,
Till nature, with thy parting light,

CUPID AND HYMEN:
Reposes late in death's calm night:
Fled from the trophy'd roofs of state,

The rising morn, serenely still,
Abodes of splendid pain and hate ;

Had brightening spread o'er vale and hill, Fled from the couch, where, in sweet sleep, Not thuie loose beams that wanton play, Hot riot would bis anguish steep,

To light the mirth of giddy. May; But tosses through the midnight-lade,

Nor such red heats as burn the plain, Of death, of life, alike afraid ;

In ardent Summer's feverilh reign : For ever fled to shady cell,

But rays, all equal, soft and sober, Where temperance, where the muses dwell; To fuit the second of October ; Thou oft art seen, at early dawn,

To suit the pair, whose wedding-day Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn:

This fun now gilds with annual ray. Or on the brow of mountain high,

Just then, where our good-natur'd Thames is In filence feasting ear and eye,

Some four fort miles above St James's, With fong and prospect, which abound

And deigns, with silver-streaming wave, From birds, and woods, and waters round. Th’abodes of earth-born pride to lave, But when the sun, with noon-tide ray,

Aloft in air two gods were soaring; Flames forth intolerable day;

While Putney-cits beneath lay snoring, While heat fits fervent on the plain,

Plungd deep in dreams of ten per cent, With thirst and languor in his train :

On sums to their dear country lent: All nature fick ing in the blaze :

Two gods of no inferior fame, Thou, in the wild and woody maze,

Whom ancient wits with reverence name; That clouds the vale with anbrage deep, Though wiser moderns much disparage--Impendent from the neighbouring steep,

I mean the gods of love and marriage. Wilt find betimes a calm retreat,

But Cupid first, his wit to show, Where breathing coolness has her seat.

Asuming a mere modern beau, There, plung'd amid the lhadows brown, Whose utmost aim is idle mirth, Imagination lays him down;

Look'd---just as coxcombs look on earth: Attentive, in his airy mood,

Then rais'd his chin, then cock'd his hat, To every murmur of the wood ::

To grace this common-place chit-chat; The bee in yonder flowery nook ;

How! on the wing, by break of dawn! The chidings of the headlung brook ;

Dear brother---there he forc'd a yawn--The green leaf shivering in the gale ;

To tell men, funk in stecp profound, The warbling hill, the lowing vale ;

They must, ere night, be gag'd and bound! The distant woodman's echoing itruke;

Who, having once put on thy chain, The thunder of the falling oak.

'Tis odds, may ne'er sleep sound again. From thought to thought in vilion led,

So say the wits : but wiler folks He holds high converse with the dead;

Still marry, and contemn their jokes : Sages, or poets. See they rise !

They know, each better bliss is thine, And shadowy skim before his eyes.

Pure nectar, genuine from the vine! Hark! Orpheus strikes the lyre again,

And Love's own hand that nectar pours, That lofteus savages to men:

Which never fails, nor ever fours;

Well, be it fo: yet there are fools,

But first, a pensive love forlorn, Who dare demur to former rules;

Who three long weeping years has borne Who laugh profanely at their betters,

His torch revers'd, and all around, And find no freedom plac'd in fetters;

Where once it flam'd, with cypress boond, But, well or ill, jog on through life

Sent off, to call a neighbouring friend, Without that sov’reign bliss, a wife.

On whom the mournful train attend: Leave there at least, these sad dogs free,

And bid him, this one day, at least, To troll with Bacchus and with me;

For such a pair, at such a feast, And fup, in Middletex, or Surrey,

Strip off the fable veil, and wear On coarse cold beef, and Fanny Murray.

His once-gay look and happier air. Thus Cupid---and with such a leer,

But Hymen, speeding forward still, You would have sworn 'twas Ligonier,

Observ'd * a man on Richmond-hill, While Hymen soberly reply'd,

Who now first tries a country life; Yet with an air of conscious pride :

Perhaps, to fit him for a wife. Just come from yonder wretched scene, But, though not much on this he reckon'd, Where all is venal, false, and mean,

The pailing god look'd in and beckonid: (Looking on London as he spoke )

He knows him rich in social merit, I marvel not at thy dull joke;

With independent taste and spirit; Nor, in such cant, to hear thee vapour,

Though he will laugh with men of whim, Thy quiver lin'd with South-sea paper ;

For fear such men should laugh at him. Thine arrows feather'd, at the tail,

But lo, already on his way, With India-bonds, for hearts on sale;

In due observance of the day, Their other ends too, as is meet,

A friend and favourite of the nine, Tipp'd with gold points from Lombard-street, Who can, but seldom cares to thine, But could'st thou for a moment quit

And one lole virtue would arrive atThese airs of fashionable wit,

To keep bis many virtues private. And re-assume thy nobler name.

Who tends, well pleas'd, yet as by stealth, Look that way, where I turn my flame.-

His lov'd companions eale and health: He said, and held his torch inclin'd,

Or in his garden, barring out Which, pointed fo, ftill brighter Thin'd--

The noise of every neighbouring rout, Behold yon couple, arm in arm,

At pensive hour of eve and prime, Whom I, eight years, have known to charm; Marks how the various hand of time And, while they wear my willing chains, Now feeds and rears, now starves and daughter, A god dares swear that neither feigns.

His vegetable sons and daughters. This morn that bound their mutual vow,

While these are on their way, behold! That bleft them first, and blesses now,

Dan Cupid, from his London-fold, They grateful hail! and, from the soul,

First reeks and sends his new Lord Warden With thousands o'er both heads may roll; Of all the nymphs in Covent Garden: Till, from life's banquet, either guett,

Brave as the fword he wears in fight; Embracing, may retire to rest.

Sincere, and briefly in the right; Come then, all 1 aillery laid aside,

Whom never minister or king Let this their day terenely glide :

Saw meanly cringing in their ring. With mine thy serious aim unite,

A second see! of special note, And both some proper guests invite;

Plump Comus I in a colonel's coat; That not one minute's running sand

Whom we, this day, expect from far, May find their pleasures at a stand.

A jolly first-rate man of war; At this fevere and sad rebuke,

On whom we boldly dare repore, Enough to make a coxcomb puke ;

To meet our friends, or mect our foes. Poor Cupid, bluhing, shrugg'd and winc'd,

Or comes a brother in his stead? Not yet consenting, though convinc'd :

Strong-body'd too, and strong of head: For 'tis your witling's greatest terror,

Who, in whatever path be goes, Ev’n when he feels to own his error.

Still looks right on before his nose; Yet, with a look of arch grimace,

And holds it little less than treason,
He took his penitential face:

To baulk his stomach or his reason.
Said, 'twas perhaps, the lurer play,
To give your grave good fonts their way :

* A. Mitchell, Esq. Minister at the Court of That, as true humour was grown searce,

Prusia. He chose to see a fober farce;

The late General Skelton. He bad ju theu For, of all cattle and all fowl,

purchased a House in Henrietta-ftreet. Your solemn-looking ass and owl

| The late Col. Caroline Scott; who theaga Rais'd much more mirth, he quilt aver it, extremely corpulent, was uncommonly come ; Than those jack-puddings, pug and parrot. and who, to much skill, spirit, and brażery, as 48

He said, and eastward fpread his wing, officer, joined the greatest gentleness of manat": From London fome few friends to bring.

as a companion and friend. He died a sacrifice :) His brother too, with sober cheer,

the public, in the service of the Eaft-India Compact For the same end did westward fteer:

nay, at Bengal, in the year 1755.

True to his mistress and his meat,

And each companionable guest
He eats to love, and loves to eat.

Withdraws, replenish'd, not opprest,
Last comes a virgin-pray admire her! Let each, well-pleas'd, at parting lay-
Cupid himself attends, to squire her :

My life be such a wedding-day!
A welcome guess d ! we much had mift her;
For 'ris our Kitty, or his filter.

EPIGRAM:
But, Cupid, let no knave or fool
Snap up this lamb, to fhear her wool;

WRITTEN AT TUNBRIDGE WELLS, M,DCC,IS.
No teague of that unbluthing band,
Just landed, or about to land;

When Churchill led bis legions on,
Thieves from the womb, and train'd at nurse, Success still follow'd where he sbone.
To steal an heiress or a purse.

And are those triumphs, with the dead,
No ícraping, saving, saucy cit,

All from his house, for ever fled ?
Sworn foe of breeding, worth, and wit;

Not so: by softer furer arms,
No halt-form'd infect of a peer,

They yet survive in beauty's charms;
With neither land nor conscience clear;

Fur, look on blooming Pembroke's face,
Who if he can, 'tis all he can do,

Even pow he triumphs in his race.
Just spell the motto on his landau.
From all, from each of these defend her;

AN ODE IN THE MASQUE OF ALFRED:
But thou and Hymen both befriend her,
With truth, taste, honour, in a mate,

Sung by a Shepherdess who has loft ber lover in
And much good sense, and some eftate.

the wars.
But now, fuppose th' assembly met,
And round the table cordial set;

A youth, adorn'd with every art,
While in fair order, to their willi,

To warm and win the coldest heart,
Plain neatness fends up every dish,

In secret mine poflett.
And Pleasure at the Gide-board ftands,

The morning bud that faireft blows,
A nectar'd goblet in his hands,

The vernal oak that straightest grows,
To pour libations, in due measure,

His face and shape expreft.
As reason wills when join'd with pleasure-

In moving sounds he told his tale,
Let there white moments all be gay,

Soft as the sighings of the gale,
Without one cloud of dim allay :

That wakes the flowery year.
In every face let joy be seen,

What wonder he could charm with ease,
As truth fincere, as hope serene :

Whom happy nature taught to please,,
Let friendshp, love, and wit combine,

Whom honour made lincere.
To flavour both the meat and wine,
With that rich relish to each sense,

At morn he left me-fought-and fell!
Which they, and they alone, dispense;

The fatal evening heard his knell,
Let music too their mirth prolong,

And saw the tears I lhed:
With warbled air and festive long :

Tears that must ever, ever fall;
Then, when at eve, the star of love

For ab! no fighs the past recall,
Glows with soft radiance from above,

No cries awake the dead !

THE EXCURSION; A PO E M.

IN TWO CANTOS.

CONTENTS.

CANTO I.

INVOCATION, addressed to Fancy. Subject proposed; a short excursive survey of the Earth and

Heavens. The poem opens with a description of the face of Nature in the different scenes of morn-
ing, sun-rise, noon, with a thunder-storm, evening, night, and a particular night-piece, with the

character of a friend deceased.
With the return of morning Fancy continues her excursion, first northward--A view of the arctic

continent and the deserts Tartary-From thence southward: a general prospect of the globe, fol-
lowed by another of the mid-land part of Europe, suppose Italy. A city there upon the point of
being swallowed up by an earthquake : signs that ulher it in: described in its causes and effects at
length-Eruption of a burning mountain, happening at the same time and from the fame causes,
likewise described.

CANTO II.

Contains, on the same plan, a survey of the solar system, and of the fixed stars.
This poem is among the author's earliest performances. Whether the writing may, in some degice

atone for the irregularity of the composition, which he confesses, and does not even attempt er excuse, is submitted entirely to the candour of the reader.

CANTO I.

Scud o'er the lawns, and plunging into night, COMPANION of the muse, creative power,

In brake, or cavern, flumber out the day. Imagination! at whose great command

Invited by the cheerful morn abroad, Arife unnumber'd images of things,

Sce, from his humble roof, the good man come

To taste her freshness, and improve her rile Thy hourly offspring : thou, who canst at will

In holy muling. Rapture in his eye,
People with air-born shapes the filent wood,
And solitary vale, thy own domain,

And kneeling wonder speak his filent soul,
Where contemplation haunts; oh come, invok'd,

With gratitude o'erflowing, and with praise! To waft me on thy many-tinctur'd wing,

Now industry is up. The village pours
O’er earth’s extended fpace: and thence, on high, The labourer here, with every instrument

Her useful fons abroad to various toil:
Spread to superior worlds thy bolder flight,
Excurfive, unconfin'd. Hence from the haunts

Of future plenty arm'd; and there the swain, Of vice and folly, vanity and man

A rural king amid his subject-flocks,
To yon expanfe of plains, where truth delights, Whose bleatings wake the vocal hills afar.
Simple of heart; and hand in hand with her,

The traveller too, pursues his early road,
Where blameless virtue walks. Now parting Among the dews of morn. Aurora calls:
Parent of beauty and of song, has left [{pring,

And all the living landscape moves around. His mantle, flower-embroider'd on the ground.

But see, the flush'd horizon flames intense While summer laughing comes, and bids the

With vivid red, in rich profusion ftream'd months

O’er heaven's pure arch. At once the clouds af Crown his prime season with their choiceft ftores; Their gayest liveries ; these with filvery beams Fresh roses opening to the solar ray, And fruits flow-swelling on the loaded bough. Fring'd lovely, splendid those in liquid gold: Here let me frequent roam, preventing morn,

And speak their sovereign's state. He comes to Attentive to the cock, whose early throat,

hold! Heard from the distant village in the vale,

Fountain of light and colour, warmth and lic! Crows cheerly out, far sounding through the The king of glory! round his head divine, gloom.

(sky,

Diffufive showers of radiance circling flow, Night hears from where, wide-hovering in mid

As o'er the Indian wave up-rising fair She rules the fable hour: and calls her train

He looks abroad on nature, and invests, Of visionary fears; the shrouded ghost,

Where-e'er his universul eye furveys, The dream distressful, and th' encumbent hag,

Her ample bofom, earth, air, sea, and ky, That rise to fancy's eye in horrid forms,

In one bright robe, with heavenly tindures gar. While reason Numbering lies. At once they ily,

From this hoare hill, that climbs above the As shadows pars, nor is their path beheld.

plain,

(woni And now, pale-glimmering on the verge of Half-way up heaven ambitious, brown sich heaven,

Of broadest shade, and terrass'd round with walks Irom east to north in double twilight seen,

Winding and wild, that deep embowering rise, A whitening lustre shoots its tender bcam;

Maze above maze, through all its shelter'd height: While shade and silence yet involve the ball.

From hence, th' aëreal concave without cloud, Now facred morn, ascending, smiles ferene

Translucent, and in purest azure drejt ;

The boundless scene beneath, hill, dale, and plais A dewy radiance, brightening o'er the world. Gay daughter of the air, for ever young,

The precipice abrupt; the diftant deep, For ever pleasing! lo, she onward comes,

Whose shores remurmur to the founding surge; In fluid gold and azure loofe-array'd,

The nearest forest in wide circuit spread, Sun-tindur’d, changeful hues. At her approach, Solemn recess, whose solitary walks, The western gray of yonder breaking clouds

Fair truth and wisdom love; the bordering lawy: Slow-reddens into flame: the rising milts,

With flocks and herds enrich'd; the daily d vale From off the mountain's brow, roll blue away

The river's cryftal, and the meadows greenla curling spires; and open all his woods,

Grateful diversity! allure the eye High waving in the sky: th' uncolour'd stream,

Abroad, to rove amid ten thousand charms. Beneath her glowing ray translucent shines. These scenes, where every virtue, every make Glad nature feels her through her boundless realms Delighted range, serene the soul, and lift, Of life and sense: and calls forth all her fweets, Borne on devotion's wing, beyond the pole, Fragrance and song. From cach unfolding flower To highest heaven her thought; to nature's God, Transpires the balm of life, that zephyr wafts, First lource of all things lovely, all things good, Delicious, on his rosy wing: each bird,

Eternal, infinite! before whole throne Or high in air, or secret in the shade,

Sits sovereign bounty, and through heaven and Rejoicing warbles wild his matin hymn.

Careless diffufes plenitude of blifs carth While beasts of chase, by secret instinct mov'd, Him all things own: he speaks, and it is day,

maze

Obedient to his nod, alternate night

With conscious guilt, though hid in deepest shade, Obscures the world. The seasons at his call Hears and flies wild, pursued by all his fears : Succeed in train, and lead the year around. And sees the bleeding shadow of the slain

While reason thus and rapture fill the heart; Rise hideous, glaring on him through the gloom! Friends of mankind, good angels, hovering near, Hark! through th' aerial vault, the storm Their holy influence, deep-infusing, lend;

flam'd And in still whispers, loft as zephyr's breath Comes nearer, hoarsely loud, abrupt and fierce, When scarce the green leaf trembles, through her Peal hurl'd on peal incessant, burit on burit : powers

Torn from its base, as if the general frame Inspire new vigour, purer light fupply,

Were tumbling into chaos—There it fell,
And kindle every virtue into flame.

With whirlwind-wing, in red diffusion ilash'd.
Celestial intercourse! superior bliss, [soul, Destruction marks its path, yon riven oak
Which vice ne'er knew! health of th' enliven’d Is hid in smouldering fires : surpris'd beneath,
And heaven on earth begun! Thus ever fix'd The traveller ill-omen'd prostrate falls,
In folitude, may I, obfcurely safe,

A livid corse. Yon cottage frames to heaven :
Deceive mankind, and steal through life along, And in its farthest cell, to which the hour,
As flides the foot of time, unmark'd, unknown! All-horrible, had sped their steps, behold!
Exalted to his noon the fervent sun,

The parent breathless lies; her orphan-babes
Full-blazing v'er the blue immense, burns out Shuddering and speechless round-O Power di-
With fierce effulgence. Now th’embowering vine!

Whose will, unerring, points the bolt of fate !
Of vale sequester’d, or the fir-crown'd fide Thy hand, though terrible, thall man decide
Of airy mountain, whence with lucid lapse If punishment, or mercy, dealt the blow?
Falls many a dew-fed stream, invites the step Appeas'd at last, the tumult of the skies
Of musing poet, and secures repose

Subsides, the thunder's falling roar is hulh'd :
To weary pilgrim. In the flood of day,' At once the clouds fly scattering, and the fun
Oppreili ve brightness deluging the world, Breaks out with boundless 1plendour o'er the
Sick nature pants: and from the cleaving earth

world,
Light vapours, undulating through the air, Parent of light and joy! to all things he
- Contagions fly, engendering dire disease,

New life reltores, and from each drooping field Red plague, and fever; or, in fogs aloft Draws the redundant rain, in climbing milts • Condensing, how a ruflling tempeít nigh. Faft-rifing to his ray; till every flower

And see, exhaling from ch' Atlantic surge, Lift up its head, and nature finiles reviv'd.
Wild world of waters, distant clouds ascend

At first 'tis awful silence over all,
In vapoury confuence, deepening cloud on cloud: From sense of late-felt danger; till confirm'd,
Then rolling duik along to eart and north, In grateful chorus mixing, beast and bird
As the blaft bears them on his humid wing, Rejoice aloud to heaven: on either hand,
Draw total night and tempest o'er the noon! The woodlands warble, and the valleys low.
Lo, bird and beast, imprcis'd by nature's hand So pass the songful hours, and now the sun,
In homeward warnings through each feeling Declin'd, hangs verging on the western main,
perve,

Whose fluctuating bosom, blushing red,
Hafte from the hour of terror and of storm. The space of many fcas bencath his eye,
The thunder now, from forth his cloudy shrine, Heaves in soft swellings murmuring to the fore,
Amid coniliding elemeats, where dread

A circling glory glows around his disk
And death attend, the servants of his nod, Of milder beams: part, streaming o'er the sky,
Firn, in deaf murmurs, sounds the deep alarm, Inflame the distant azure: part below
Heard from afar, awakening awful thought. In level lines foot through the waving wood,
Dumb sadness fills this nether world: the gloom Clad half in light, and half in pleasing Thade,

With double blackness lours; the tempcft swells, That lengthens o'er the lawn. Yon evening. i And expectation takes the heart of man. Lucid or dulk, with flamy purple edg'd, (clouds,

When yonder clouds in dusky depth extend Float in gay pomp the blue horizon round,
Broad o'er the fouth; fermenting in their womb, Amusive, changeful, Misting into shapes
Pregnant withi fate, the fiery tenpest swells, Of visionary beauty, antique towers
Sulphurcous steam and nitrous, late exhald With shadowy domes and pinnacles adorn'd;
From mine or un duons soil: and lo, at once, . Or hills of white extent, that rise and link
Forth daried in Dant stream, the ruddy flash, As sportful fancy lists: till late, the sun
Qnick-glancing, fpreads a moment's horrid day. From human eye, behind earth's mading orb
Again it flames expanfive ; fhects the sky, Total withdrawn, th' aerial landscape fades.
Wide and more wide, with mournful light around, Distinction fails: and in the darkening west,
On all sides burning; now the face of things The lait light quivering, dimly dies away.
Discloling; swallowed now in tenfold night. And now th' illusive flume, oft seen at eve,
Again the thundcr's voice, with pealing roar, Up-borne and blazing on the light-wing'd gale,
From cheud :o cloud conuinuous roll'd along, Glides o’er the lawn betokening night's approach
Amazing burits! Air, fca, and share retound. Arising awful o'er the eastern lky,
Herror fits tuddering in the felon-breast, Onward she comes with silent step and flow,
And feels the death!ul flash before it flies: In her brown mantle wrapt, and brings along
Each fceping fin, excited, funts to view; The still, the mild, the melancholy hour,
And all is form within. Thc murderer, pale And meditation, with lois eye on licaven.

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