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Such the gay splendor, the luxurious state,
Of Caliphs old, who on the Tygris' shore,
In mighty Bagdat, populous and great,
Held their bright court, where was of ladies store ;
And verse, love, music, ftill the garland wore :
When fleep was coy, the bard in waiting there,
Cheard the lone midnight with the Muse's lore;

Composing music bade his dreams be fair,
And music lent new gladness to the morning air.

Near the pavilions where we slept, still ran
Soft-tinkling streams, and dalhing waters fell,
And lobbing breezes figh’d, and oft began
(So work'd the wizard) wintery storms to swell,
As heaven and earth they would together mell:
At doors and windows, threatening, seem’d to call
The demons of the tempest, growling fell,

Yet the least entrance found they none at all ; Whence sweeter grew our sleep, secure in maffy hall.

XLIV. And hither Morpheus sent his kindest dreams, Raising a world of gayer O’er which were fhadowy cast Elysian gleams, That play'd, in waving lights, from place to place, And shed a roseate smile on nature's face. Not Titian's pencil e'er could so array, So fleece with clouds the pure etherial fpace ;

Ne could it e'er such melting forms display, As loofe on flowery beds all languishingly lay.

XLV. No,

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No, fair illusions ! artful phantoms, no!
My Muse will not attempt your fairy-land :
She has no colours that like you can glow :
To catch

your vivid scenes too gross her hand.
But sure it is, was ne'er a subtler band
Than these fame guileful angel-seeming sprights,
Who thus in dreams, voluptuous, soft, and bland,

Pour'd all th’ Arabian Heaven upon our nights, And bless'd them oft besides with more refin'd delights.

XLVI. They were in footh a moft enchanting train, Ev'n feigning virtue ; skilful to unite With evil good, and strew with pleasure pain. But for those fiends, whom blood and broils delight; Who hurl the wretch, as if to hell outright, Down, down black gulphs, where sullen waters fleep, Or hold him clambering all the fearful night

On beetling cliffs, or pent in ruins deep; They, till due time should serve, were bid far hence to XLVII.

[keep. Ye guardian fpirits, to whom man is dear, From these foul demons fhield the midnight gloom : Angels of fancy and of love, be near, And o'er the blank of sleep diffufe a bloom : Evoke the sacred shades of Greece and Rome, And let them virtue with a look impart : But chief, a while, O! lend us from the tomb

Those long-lost friends for whom in love we smart, And fill with pious awe and joy-mixt woe the heart,


XLVIII. Or are you sportive-Bid the morn of youth Rise to new light, and beam afresh the days Of innocence, simplicity, and truth; To cares estrang'd, and manhood's thorny ways. What transport, to retrace our boyish plays, Our easy bliss, when each thing joy supply'd; The woods, the mountains, and the warbling maze

of the wild brooks !—But, fondly wandering wide, My Muse, resume the task that yet doth thee abide.


amusement of our household was,
In a huge crystal magic globe to spy,
Still as you turn'd it, all things that do pass
Upon this ant-hill earth ; where constantly
Of idly-busy men the restless fry
Run bustling to and fro with foolish hafte,
In search of pleasures vain that from them fly,

Or which obtain'd the caitiffs dare not taste :
When nothing is enjoy'd, can there be greater waste?

“ Of vanity the mirror” this was callid.
Here you a muckworm of the town might see,
At his dull desk, amid his legers stallid,

with carking care and penurie;
Most like to carcase parch'd on gallow-tree.
“ A penny saved is a penny got:"
Firm to this scoundrel maxim keepeth he,

Ne of its rigour will he bate a jot,
Till it has quench'd his fire, and banished his pot.

LI. Strait

Eat up


LI. Strait from the filth of this low grub, behold! Comes fluttering forth a gaudy spendthrift heir, All glossy gay, enamel'd all with gold, The filly tenant of the summer-air, In folly lo.t, of nothing takes he care; Pimps, lawyers, stewards, harlots, Aatterers vile, And thieving tradesmen him among them share :

His father's ghost from limbo-lake, the while, Sees this, which more damnation doth upon him pile.

LII. This globe pourtray'd the race of learned men, Still at their books, and turning o'er the page, Backwards and forwards : oft they snatch the pen, As if infpir’d, and in a Thespian rage; Then write, and blot, as would your ruth engage. Why, authors, all this scrawl and scribbling fore? To lose the present, gain the future age,

Praised to be when you can hear no more,
And much enrich'd with fame, when useless worldly store.

Then would a splendid city rise to view,
With carts, and cars, and coaches, roaring all :
Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew;
See how they dash along from wall to wall!
At every door, hark how they thundering call!
Good lord ! what can this giddy rout excite?
Why, on each other with fell tooth to fall;

A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace, to blight, And make new tiresome parties for the coming night.

LIV. The

LIV. The puzzling fons of party next appear'd, In dark cabals and nightly juntos met; And now they whisper'd close, now fhrugging rear’d Th’important shoulder ; then, as if to get New light, their twinkling eyes were inward set, No sooner Lucifer recals affairs, Than forth they various rush in mighty fret;

When, lo! puth'd up to power, and crown'd their cares, In comes another fett, and kicketh them down stairs.

But what most shew'd the vanity of life,
Was to behold the nations all on fire,
In cruel broils engag'd, and deadly strife :
Most christian kings, inflam’d by black desire,
With honourable ruffians in their hire,
Cause war to rage, and blood around to pour :
Of this fad work when each begins to tire,

They fit them down just where they were before,
Till for new scenes of woe peace shall their force restore.

To number up the thousands dwelling here,
An useless were, and eke an endless task ;
From kings, and those who at the helm appear,
To gypsies brown in summer-glades who bask.
Yea many a man perdie I could unmask,
Whose desk and table make a folemn fhow,
With tape-ty'd trash, and suits of fools that alk

For place or pension laid in decent row;
But these I passen by, with nameless numbers moe.


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