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Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer friend, the flattering foe;
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Wisdom in sable garb arrayed,
Immersed in rapturous thought profound,
And Melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye that loves the ground,
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 terrors clad,
Not circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen)
With thundering voice, and threatening mien,
Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear,
To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
THE PROGRESS OF POESY.
Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign:
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour ;
The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.
Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
Parent of sweet and sɔlemn-breathing airs,
And frantic Passions hear thy soft control
And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command.
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
Thee the voice, the dance, obey,
The rosy-crowned Loves are seen
With antic Sport, and blue-eyed Pleasures,
Now in circling troops they meet:
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare:
In gliding state she wins her easy way:
Man's feeble race what ills await!
Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train,
And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate! The fond complaint, my song, disprove,
And justify the laws of Jove.
Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse?
Night and all her sickly dews,
Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,
He gives to range the dreary sky;
Till down the eastern cliffs afar
Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war.
In climes beyond the solar road,
Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam,
To cheer the shivering native's dull abode.
And oft, beneath the odorous shade
She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat,
Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves.
Her track, where'er the goddess roves,
Glory pursue, and generous Shame,
The unconquerable Mind, and freedom's holy flame.
Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Isles, that crown th' Ægean deep,
Fields, that cool Ilissus laves,
Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering labyrinths creep,
How do your tuneful echoes languish,
Inspiration breathed around;
Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost,
They sought, oh Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.
Far from the sun and summer-gale,
In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid,
To him the mighty mother did unveil
Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy!
This can unlock the gates of joy!
Of horror that, and thrilling fears,
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.'
Nor second He, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of the abyss to spy.
He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car,
Wide o'er the fields of glory bear
Two coursers of ethereal race
With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
Hark, his hands the lyre explore!
Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
But ah! 'tis heard no more
Oh lyre divine, what daring spirit
Thro' the azure deep of air :
Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray,
Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the Good how far-but far above the Great.
'Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!