Led by the winged genius and the choir. By steps conducting our enraptur'd search
Of daurelid Science and Harmonious Art, To that eternal origin, whose power,
Proceed esulting in the eternal shrine, | Through all the unbounded symmetry of things,
Where Truth conspicuous with her sister-twins, Like rays effulging from the parent sun,
The undivided partners of her sway,

This endless inixture of her charms diffus'd. With Good and Beauty reigns. O let pot us, Mind, mind alone (bear witness, earth and Luld by luxurious Pleasure's languid straiil,

heaven!) Or crouching to the frowns of Bigot rage, The living fountains in itself contains Olet us not a monient pause to join

Of beauteous and sublime: here hand in liand That godlike band. And if she gracions power. Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthron'd Who first awaken'd mv unutor'd song, Cælestial Venus, with divinest airs, Will to my invocation Breathe anew

Invites the soul to never-fading joy. The tuneful spirit; then through all our paths Look then abroad through nature, to the range Neer shall the sound of this devoted lyre Of plannets, suns, and adamantine spheres Be wanting: whether on the rusy niearl, Wheeling unshaken through the void immense; When sunner seniles, to waru ini meliing heart and speak, () man! does this capacious scene Of Luxury's allurement; whielber firm With halt ihat kindling majesty dilate Against the torrent and the stubborn hill Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rust To urge bold Virtue's unremited nerve, Refulgent from the struke of Cæsar's fate, And wahe ihe strong divinity of soul

dinid the crowd of patriot; and his arın That conguerschance and fate; or whether struck Aloft extending, like ciernal Jove For somds of triumph, to porer lain ber tils l When guill bringsdown the thunder, call dialoud Upon the lofiv somouit, rourid ber brow

On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, To twine the wreath of incorruptive praise: And bade the father of his country, bail! To trace lier hoilowd ligh: idro' future worlds, For lo! the tirant prostrate on the dust, And bless weaven's image in the beart of inan. And Rome again is free! Is aught so fair

Thus wiih a faithfui aim huse we presumid, In all the dewy landscapes of the spring, Adventurous, to delincate Vature's form; In the brigint eye of Hesper or the inori, Whether in vast, mjestic pomp array'd, In nature's fuiest forms, is aughi so tair Or drest for pleasing wonder, for serene | is virwous friendship as the candid blush In beauty's rosy smile. It now remains, JOf him who strives i jih fortune to be just ? Through various heini's fair-proportion'd scale, The graceful tear that streams for others' woes, To trace the rising lusire of her charms, Or the mild majesty of private life, From their first twiligist, shining forth at length Where Peace with ever-blooming olive crowns To full meridian splendor. Of degree

The gale; where Ilonor's liberal hand effuse The least and lowliest, in the eflusive warmthunenvied treasures, and the snowy wings Of colors mingling with a raudona blaze, Of Innocence and Love protect the scene? Doth Beauty dwell. The higher in the line Onccuore search, undisniav'd, the dark profound And variation of determin'd shape,

1There Nature works in secret; view ihe beds Where Truth's eternal measures mark the bound Of mineral treasure, and the eternal vault Of circle, cube, or sphere. The shird ascent That bounds the hoary ocean : trace the forms Unites this varied symmetry of parts

Of atonis moving with incessant change With color's bland allurenient; as the pearl Their elemental round; behold the seeds Shines in the concave of its azure bed, of beings, and the energy of life And painter shells indent their specled wreath, Kindling the mass with ever-active flame : Then more attractive rise the blooming fornis Then to the secrets of the working nind Through which the breath of Nature has infusid Attemive turn; fron dim oblivion call Her genial power, to draw with pregnant reins Her fleet, ideal band.; and bid them, go! Nutritious moisture from the bounteous earth, Break through time's barrier, and o'ertake the In fruit and seed prolific: thus the flowers 1


hour Their purple honors with the spring resume; That saw the heavens created ; then declare And such the stately tree with autunn bends If aught were found in those external scenes With blushing treasures. Bui more lovely still To move thy wonder now. For what are all Is Nauire's charın, where to the full consent The forns which brute, uneonscious matter Of complicated members, to the bloom :

wears, Of color and the vital change of growth, Greatness of bulk, or symmetry of parts? Life's holy flaine and piercing sense are given, Not reaching to the heart, soon feeble grows And active motion speaks the temperd soul : The superficial impulse; dull their charms, So moves the bird of Juno : so the steed And satiate soon, and pall the languid eye With rival ardor beats the dusty plain,' Not so the moral species, nor the powers And faithful dogs with eager airs of joy of genius and design; the ambitious mind Salute their fellows. Thus doth Beauty dwell There sees herself: by these cougenial forms There most conspicuous, even in outward shape, Touch'il and awaken'd, with intenser act Where dawns the high expression of a mind : She bends each nerve, and mediiales well pleas'd

Her ...praise

Her features in the mirror. For of all |Thy game, thrice honor'd! with the immortal
The inhabitants of carth, to mau alone
Creative Wisdom gave tw litt his c'ye

Of Nature ; while to my compatriot youth
To Truth's eternal measures; thelice to frame point the hizli example of thy sons,
The sacred laws of action and of will, And tune to Attic themes the British lyre.
Discerning justice front unequal deeds,
And temperance from folly. But bevond

§ 36. Day: « Pastural. Cunningham. This energy of truth, whose dictaies bind Assenting reason, the benignant tire, .

“ carpe diem.". H08. To deck the honor d pails of just and good,

MORNING. llas adeled bright bragination's rays;

In the barn the tenant Cock, Where Virtue, rising from the awful depth

| Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Of Truth's mysterious bosom, doth forsake

Briskly crows (the shepherd's clock)
The unacorn'd condition of her birth;

Jocund that the morning's nigh.
And, dress'd by fancy in ten thousand hues,
Assumes a various feature, 10 attract,

Swiftly from the mountain's brow,
With charms responsive to each gazer's eye,

| Shadows, nun'd by night, retire: The hearts of nien. Amid his rural walk,

| And the peeping sun-beam, now, The ingenious youth whom solitude inspires

| Paints with gold the village spire.
With purest wishes, from the pensive shade Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Beholds her moving, like a virgin-Muse

Plaintive where she prates at night;
That wakes her lyre to sone indulgent theine And the Lark, to meet the morn,
Of harmony and wonder: while among

Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. *The herd of servile minds, her strenuous form

From the low-roof'd cottage ridge,
Indignant flashes on the patrioi's eye,

See the chatt'ring Swallow spring;
And through the rolls of incmory appeals
To antient honor; or in act serene,

Darting through the one-arch'd bridge,
Yet watchful, raises the majestic sword

| Quick she dips her dappled wing.
Of public power, from dark Ainbition's reach, Now the pine-tree's waving top
To guard the sacred volunte of the laws. 1 Gently greets the morning gale :

Genius of autient Greece! whose faithful steps Kidlings now begin to crop
Well pleas'd I follow through the sacred paths Daisies, in the dewy dale.
Of nature and of science ; nurse divine From the balmy sweets, uncloy'd,
Of all the heroic deeds and fair desires! í (Restless 'till her task be done)
0! let the breath of thy extended praise . Now the busy bee's employ'd,
Inspire my kindling bosom to the height:

| Sipping dew before the sun. Orihis uniem pied theme. Nor be iny thoughts Trickling through the crevic'd rock, Presumptuous counted, if, ainid the calun

Where the linpid stream distils,
That sooths this vernal evening to the smiles,
I stcal impatient from the sordid haunts

Sweet refreshment waits the Aock
Of strife and low Ambition, to attend

When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.
Thy sacrer presence in the sylvan shade, Colin, for the promis'd corn
By their malignant footsteps ne'er profun'd. (Ere' the harvest hopes are ripe).
Descend, propitious ! to niy favor'd eve; Anxious, heirs the huntsman's horn,
Such in thy mien, thr warm, exalted air, | Boldly sounding down his pipe.
As when the Persian tyrant, foild and siling Surcet. O sweet, the warbling throng.
With shame and desperation gnash'd his tecih

| On the white emblossom'd spray!
To see thee rend the pagents of his throne; Nature's universal song
And at the lightning of thy lified spear

Echocs to the rising dlar.
Crouch'd like a slave. Bring all thy martial spoils,
Thy palons, thy laurels, thy trivinphant songs,

Thy sinjling band of arts, thy godlike sires FERVID on dic gliit'ring flood,
or civil wisdom, thy heroic couch

Now the noon-tide radiance glows' . Warm from the schools of glory. Guide my way Drooping o'er its infant bud, Thro' fair Lyceuni's walk, the green retreats | Not a dew-drop's left the rose. Of Academus, and the rhymny vale,

By the brook the shepherd dines; Where oft, enchanted wid, Socratic sounds,

| From the fierce meridian leat. llissas pure devoli d his tuncful stream

Shelter by the branching pines, In geniler murinuts. From the blooming store o

" Pendant o'er bois grassy seat. Of these auspicious fields, may I uublauid Transplant some living blossous to adorn Vow the flock forsakes the olade, My native clime: while, for above the flight Where, uncheckd, ilme sun-lcamo fall; Of Fancy's plume aspiring, I unlock

Sure to fird a pleasing shade The springs of antient wisdom; while I juin By the ivy d abby wali.

Ficho Echo in her airy round,

| Linnets, with unnpinber'd notes, O'er river, rock and hill,

And the Cuckoo bird with two, . Cannot catch a single sound,

Tuning sweet their mellow throats, Save the clack of yonder mill.

Bid the setting sun adieu. Cattle court the zephers bland,

$ 37. The Contemplatist : @ Night Piece. Where the streamlet wanders cool; .

. Cunninghau. Or with languid silence stand

“ Nox erat Midway in the marshy pool. .

“ Cumtacetomnisager,pecudes, pictæquevolucres." But from mountain, dell, or stream,

The Queen of Contemplation, Night, Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs;

Begins ber balıny reign; Fearful lest the noon-tide beam

Adrancing in their varied light Scorch its soft, its silken winys.

Her silver-resied train. Not a leaf has leave to stir,

'Tis strange the many marshall'd stars, Nature's lullid - serene - and suill;

That ride yon sacred round, Quiet e'en the shepherds cur,

Should keep among their rapid cars, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill.

A silence so profound! Languid is the landscape round,

A kind, a philosophic calm, 'Till the fresh descending shower,

The cool creation wcars ! Grateful to the thirsty ground,

And what day drank of dewy balm, Raises ev'ry fainting flower.

• The gentle Night repairs.

Bchind their leafy curtains hid, Now the hill-the hedge-is green,

The feather'd race how suill!
Now the warblers' throats in tune!

How quiet now the gamesome kid,
Blithsome is the verlant scene,
Brighten’d by the beams of Noon!

That gambold round the hill!

The sweets, that, bending o'er their banks, E VENING.

From sultry Day declin'd, O'er the heath the heifer strays

Revive in little velvet ranks, - Free ;- (the furrow'd task is done)

And scent the western wind. Now the village windows blaze,

The Moon, preceded by the breeze Burnish'd by, the setting sun.

That bade the clouds riure,

Appears among the tufied trees, Now he hides behind the hill,

A Phænix next on fire. Sinking from a golden sky;

But soft-the golden glow subsides! Can the pencil's mimic skill

Her chariot mounts on high ! Copy the refulgent dye?

And now, in silver'd pomp, she rides Trudging as the plougliinėn go,

Pale regent of the sky! (To the smoking hamlet bound)

Where Time upon the wither'd tree Giant-like their shadows grow,

Hath carv'd the moral chair, Lengthen'd o'er the level ground.

I sit from busy passions free, Where the rising forest spreads,

And brcathe the placid air. Shelter for the lordly dome!

The wither'd tree was once in prime; To their high-built airy beds

Its branches bray'd the sky! See the rooks returning home!

| Thus, at the touch of ruthless Time, As the Lark with varied tune,

Shall Youth and Vigor die. Carols to the evening loud ;

I'm lifted to the blue expanse: Mark the mild resplendent moon

It glows serenely gay! Breaking through a parted cloud !

Come, Science, by my side advance,

We'll search the Milky Way.
Now the hermit Howlet peeps

Let us descend - The daring flight
From the barn, or twisted brake; .!
And the blue mist slowly creeps,

Fatigues my feeble mind:

And science in the maze of light, Curling on the silver lake.

Is impotent and blind. As the Trout, in speckled pride,

What are those wild, those wand'ring fires, · Playful on its bosom springs ;

1. That o'er the moorland ran? To the banks in ruffled tide

Vapors. -How like the vague desires Verges in successive rings.

| That cheat the heart of man ! Tripping through the silken grass,

But there 's a friendly giude !-a flame, O'er the path-divided dale,

That, laubent o'er its bed, Mark the rose-complexion'd lass,

Enlivens, with a gladsome beam, With her well-pois'd milking pail.

The hermit's osier shed

Among Among the russet shades of night,

For, whilst Integrity's her seat,
It glances from afar !

The soul will sit serene.
And daris along the dusk; so bright, | A raven, from some greedy vault,
It steins a silver star!

| Amielst that cloister'd gloom, In coverts (where the few frequent) .

Bids me, and 'tis a solemn thought ! If Virtue deignis to dwell,

Reflect upon the tomb. "Tis thus the liule lamp, Content,

The tomb The consecrated dome! Gives lustre to her cell.

The temple rais'd to Peace! How smooth that rapid river slides

The port, that to its friendly home Progressive to the deep!

Compcls the human race! The poppies, pendent oer its sides,

Yon village, to the moral mind, Have charm'd the waves to sleep.

1 A solemn aspect wears ; Pleasure's intoxicated sons !

Where sleep haih lullid the labor'd hind, Ye indolent! ve gay!

And kill'd his daily cares : Refect - for, as the river runs,

'Tis but the church-yard of the Nighi; Life wings its traciless way:

An emblematic bed ! That branching grove of dusky green

That offers to the mental sight Conceals the azure sky;

The temporary dead. Save where a starry space between

From hence, l'il penetrate in thought,
Relieves the darkeu'd eye.

The grave's unineasurid deep;
Old Error, thus, with shades inipure, | And tutor d hence, be timely tanght
Throws sacred Truth behind :

To meet my final sleep.
Yet sometimes, through the deep obscure,

'Tis peace (the little chaos past!) She bursts upon the mind.

The gracious moon restor'd! Sleep, and her sister Silence reign,

A breezc succeeds the frightful blast, They lock the shepherd's fold!

That through the Forest roar'd! But hark - 1 hear a lamh coin lain,

| The Nightingale, a welcome guest ! "Tis lost upon the wold !

Renews licr gentle strains ; To savage herds, that hunt for prey,

And Hope (just wand'ring from my breast) An unresisting prize!

Hier wonted scat regains. For having trod a devious way,

Yes When von lucid orb is dark, The little rambler dies.

And darting from on high; As luckless is the Virgin's lot,

My soul, a more celestial spark, Wilom pleasure once misguides :

Shall keep her native sky. When hurried from the halcyon cot,

Fann'd by the light, the lenient breeze, Where Innocence presides --

| Mv limbs refreshment find; The passions, a relentless train!

And moral rhapsodies, like these,
To tear the victim, run:

Give vigor to the mind. .
She seeks the paths of peace in vain,
Is conquer'd and undone.

§ 38. The Visions of Fancy. Langhorne,
How bright the little insects blaze,
Where willows shade the way,

ELEGY 1. As proud as if their painted rays

CHILDREN of Fancy, whi:her are ye fied ? Could emulate the Day!

Where have you borne those Hope-enliven': 'Tis thus the pigny sons of pow'r

hours, Advance their vain parade!

| That once with myrtle garlands bound my head, Thus glitter in the darken'd hour,

Thatoncebestrew'dınyvernalpathwith flowers? . And like the glow-wornis fade!

In vonfair vale, where blooms the beechen grove, The soft serenity of night ;

Where winds the slow wave thro' the flowery Ungentle clouds deform!


To these fond arms you led the tvrant, Love, Tire silver host that shone so bright,

With Fear and Hope and Folly in his train. Is hid behind a storm!

My lyre, that, left at careless distance, hung The angry elements engage!

Light on some pale branch of the osier shade, An vak (an ivied bower!)

To lays of amorous blandishment you strung, Repels the rough wind's noisy rage,

And e'er muy sicep the lulling inusic play'd. And shields me from the shower. :

“ Rest, gentle youth! while on the quivering The rancor, thus, of rushing fate',

breeze I've learnt to render vain :

| Slides to thine ear this sofily breathing strain;


[ocr errors]


Sounds that more smoother than the steps of case, \ There, unregarded in the peaceful shade,

Ane pour oblivion in the ear of pain. I With calm Repose and Silence let me dwell. In this fair vale eternal spring shall senile, Come, happier hours of sweet unanxious test,

And Time nnenrionis crowns the roscate bour; When all the struggling passions shall subside; Eurnal joy shall every care bezuile,

When Peace shall clasp me to her pluny breast, Breathe in each gules, and bloon in every power. And smooth my silent minutes as they glide. The silver streain, that down its crystal way But cbief, thou gouldess of the thoughtless eye,

Frequent has led thy diusing steps along, | Whom never cares or passions discompose, Shall, still the same, its funny maze's play, o blest Insensibility, be nigh,

And with its murmurs melodise thy song. And with thy soothing hand my weary eyelida Unfacing green shall these fair grores adorn; I close.

Those, living meads immortal flowers unfold ; Then shall the cares of love and glory cease, In rosy siniles shall rise cach blushing morn, And all the fond anxieties of fame;

And every crening close in clouds of gold. Alike regardless in the arms of Peace, The tender Loves that watch thv slumbering rest, ! If these extol, or those debase a pame. And round thee duwers and baliny niyrtles In Lyttleton though all the Moses praise, strew,

· His generous praise shall then delight no more, Shallcharm, thro'all approaching life, thy breast, Vor the sweet magic of his tender lays

With joys for ever pure, for ever new. I Shalltouch the bosom which it charm'd before. The genial power that speeds the golden dart, Nor then, tho' Malice, with insidious guise

Each charm oti tender passion shall inspire ; | Of friendship, ope the unsuspecting breast; With fond affection fill the mutual heart, And feed the flame of ever-young Desire. Nor then, tho Enry broach her blackening lies,

Shall these deprive me of a moment's rest. Come, gentle Loves! your myrile garlands bring: la

The smiling bower with cluster'd roses spread;/ Come gentle airs ! with incense-dropping wingli

:) Prevails in human more than sarage haunts;

When man with man eternal war will wage, The breathing sweets of verval odor shed. I

And never yield that mercy which he wants : Hark, as the strains of swelling music rise, How the notes vibrate on the fav'ring gale!

When dark design invalles the cheerful hour, Auspicious glories beam along the skies,

Anddrawsthclieart with social freedom warm, And powers unseen the happy moments hail!

Its cares, its wishes, and its thoughts to pour,

Smiling insidious with the hopes of harm. Ecstatic hours ! so every distant day, Like this, serene on downy wings shall move;

. Vain man, to others' failings still severe, Rise crown'd with joys that iriumph o'er decay,

El Yet not one foible in himself can find; The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love."

" Another's faults 10 Folly's eves are clear,

But to her own c'en Wisdoin's self is blind. ELEGY 11. And were they vain, those soothing lays vesung?! This sordirl malice, and inglorious strile,

Children of Fancy! yes, your song was vain : Myself the subject of my censure be, On each soft air though rapt Attention hung, 7 And teach my heart to comment on my life.

And Silence listend on ihe sleeping plain. With thee, Philosophy, still lei me dwell, The strains yet vibrate on niy ravish'd ear, My tulor'd mind from vulgar meanness sare;

And still io smile the inimic beauties seem. Bring Peace, bring Quiet to iny humble ceil. Though now the vision:ry scenes appear

| Auil bid them lay the green turf on my ytare: Like the faigt traces of a vanish d dream.' Mirror of life: the glories thus impart .

ELEGI In. Of all that Youth and Love and Fancy frame, When painful Anguish speeds thepiercing dari I BRIGHTo'er the green hills roce the morning ray,

Or Envy blasts the blooming flowers of Fame). The wood-lark's song resounded on the plain, Nurse of wild wishes, and of fond desires,

Fair nature felt the warm enibrace of day,

i The prophetess of Fortune, false and vain,

And simild throligh all her animated reign. To scenes where Peace in Ruin's arnis expires, When young Delight of Hope and Fancy borne

Fallacious Hope deludes her hapless train His head on Tufted wild thyme half-roclin'd, Go, Syren, go thy charms or others try;

. Caughe the gay colors of the orient morn, My beaten bark at length has reach'd the shore;

. And thence of life this picture vain design'd: Yet on the rock my dropping garments lie; " ( born to thoughts, to pleasures more sublink

And let me perish, if I trust thee more. Than beings of inferior nature prove I Come, gentle Oniet! long-ncelected maid! To triumph in the golden hours of Time, O cuine, and lead me to thy mossy cell;. !

And feel the charnis of fancy and of love!

“ High

« 上一頁繼續 »