Lo, in the vale of years beneath A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, Those in the deeper vitals rage: To each his sufferings: all are men, The unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate! And happiness too swiftly flies. HYMN TO ADVERSITY. Τὸν φρονεῖν βροϊὰς ὁδιο - Eschylus, in Agamemnonc. DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, With pangs unfelt before, unpitied, and alone. When first thy sire to send on Earth And from her own she learn'd to melt at others woe. Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. Wisdom, in sable garb array'd, Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, With Justice, to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread goddess, lay thy chastening hand! Not in thy gorgon terrour's clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band, (As by the impious thou art seen) Thy form benign, oh, goddess, wear, To soften, not to wound, my heart. What others are, to feel, and know myself a man. ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCU-YARD. THE Curfew tolls' the knell of parting day, Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, No children run to lisp their sire's return, Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke? Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, THE PROGRESS OF POESY. I. AWAKE, Eolian lyre, awake', And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. A thousand rills their mazy progress take; The rocks, and nodding groves, rebellow to the roar. Oh! sovereign of the willing soul 2, And frantic passions, hear thy soft control: And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command: Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king The terrour of his beak, and lightning of his eye. Thee the voice, the dance, obey, Temper'd to thy warbled lay, The rosy-crowned Loves are seen, On Cytherea's day, With antic sports and blue-ey'd pleasures, Glance their many-twinkling feet '. Slow melting strains their queen's approach declare: 1 Awake, my glory: awake, lute and harp. O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move II. Man's feeble race what ills await 7, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate! Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, Phrynichus, apud Athenæum. 7 To compensate the real and imaginary ills of life, the Muse was given to mankind by the same Providence that sends the day, by its cheerful presence, to dispel the gloom and terrours of the David's Psalms. Pindar styles his own poetry with its musical accom-night. paniments, Αἰολης μολπή, Αἰόλιδες χορὶτὶ, Αιολίδων αναι A. Eolian song, Eolian strings, the breath of the Eolian flute. The subject and simile, as usual with Pindar, are united. The various sources of poetry, which gives life and lustre to all its touches, are here described; its quiet majestic progress enriching every subject (otherwise dry and barren) with a pomp of diction and luxuriant harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irresistible course, when swoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous passions. * Power of harmony to calm the turbulent sallies of the soul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar. 3 This is a faint imitation of some incomparable lines in the same ode. 4 Power of harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body. 5. Μαρμαρυγὰς θηεῖτο ποδων θαύμαζε δὲ θυμῷ. Homer, Od. Q. 8 Or seen the morning's well-appointed star Come marching up the eastern hills afar. Cowley. 9 Extensive influence of poetic genius over the remotest and most uncivilized nations: its con nection with liberty, and the virtues that naturally Tutta lontana dal camin dei sole. Virgil. Petrarch. Canzon 2. Progress of poetry from Greece to Italy, and from Italy to England. Chancer was not unacThe carl of Surrey, and sir Thomas Wyatt, had quainted with the writings of Dante, or of Petrarch. travelled in Italy, and had formed their taste there; Spenser imitated the Italian writers; Milton inproved on them: but this school expired soon after the Restoration, and a new one arose on the French model, which has subsisted ever since. "RUIN seize thee, ruthless king! Though, fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, With necks in thunder cloth'd 18, and long-re- To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, Stout Glo'sters stood aghast in speechless trance: To arms! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance. On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, "Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. "Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-top'd head. The famish'd eagle 19 screams, and passes by. 5 Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to king Edward. 6 Edmond de Mortimer, lord of Wigmore. They both were lords-marchers, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the king in his expedition. The image was taken from the well-known picture of Raphael, representing the Suprer Being in the vision of Ezekiel: there are two of these paintings, (both believed original) one at Florence, the other at Paris. 8 Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Milton's Paradise Lost. 9 The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. 10 Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually to build their acrie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as some think) were named by the Welsh Craigian-eryri, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called The Eagle's Nest. That bird is certainly no stranger to this island, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, &c. can testify: it even has built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. See Willoughby's Ornithol. Published by Ray. "As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, That visit my sad heart, Shaksp. Jul. Cæs. No more I weep. They do not sleep. I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line 12. II. "Weave the warp, and weave the woof, She-wolf of France 14, with unrelenting fangs, wait! Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd ; And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. "Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies 16! A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior 17 fled? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. Fair laughs the Morn 18, and soft the Zephyr blows, prey. "Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare: Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast 19: Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. 12 See the Norwegian Ode, that follows. 13 Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley castle. 14 Isabel of France, Edward the Second's adulterous queen. 15 Triumphs of Edward the Third in France. 16 Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress. 17 Edward the Black Prince, dead sometime before his father. 18 Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign. See Froissard, and other contemporary writers. 19 Richard the Second (as we are told by archbishop Scroop and the con, derate lords in their manifesto, by Thomas of Walsingham, and al' the older writers) was starved to death. The story of his assassination by Sir Piers of Exon, is of much later date. |