"And you who tho' by the rude torrent borne “ Thro’ the world's intricate or rugged ways, "Unwillingly along, you yield with pain “ Conducted by Religion's sacred rays, " To his behests, and act what you disdain, " Whose soul-invigorating influence “Yet nourish in your hearts the gen'rous love " Shall purge their minds from all impure allays "Of piety and truth, 110 more restrain

"Of sordid seifishness, and brutal sense;[lence. The manly zeal, but all your sinews inove “ Andswell th'ennobled heart with blest benevo“ The present to reclaim, the future race im " Then also shall this emblematic pile, prove.

“ By magic whilom fram'd to sympathise Eftsoons by your joint efforts shall be quell'al" With all the fortunes of this changeful isle,

I“ Still as my sons in fame and virtue rise, [skies Yon haughty giant, who so proudly sways "A scepire by repute alone upheld,

f“ Grow with their growth, and to th' applauding " Who where he cannot dictaies straight obeys: “It's radiant cross uplift ; the while to grace * Accustom'd to conform his flatt'ring phrase

1. The multiplying niches fresh supplies " To numbers and light-placed authority

I“ Of worthies shall succeed, with equal pace " Your party he will join, your maximns praise," Aye following their sir

" Aye following their sires in virtue's glorious "And, drawing after all his menial fry,

" race." “Soon teach the geu'ral voice your act to ratify. Fir'd with th' idea of her future fame, "Ne for th’achievement of this great emprize while from her vivid eyes a sparkling flame

She rose majestic from her lowly stead, " The want of means or counsel may ye dread;

! Outbeaning, with unwonted light o'erspread “ From my twin-daughters'fruitful wombs shall “A race of letter'd sages deeply read [rise!

That monumental pile, and, as her head

To ev'ry front she turn'd, discover'd round " In learning's various writ, by whom yled

The venerable forins of heroes dead, = "Thru' each well cultur'd plot, cach beauteo113 Wh foriheir rripuenerite

ons Who for their various merit, erst renown'd, grove,

In this bright faneofglory shrines of honor found, " "Where antic wisdom whilom wont to tread, i "With mingled glee and profit may ye rove,

On these that royal dame her ravish'd eyes "And cull each virtuous plant, each tree of

f Would often feast; and ever as she spied [rise, “ knowledge prove.

Forth from the ground the length'ning structure

| With new-plac'd statues deck'd on ev'ry side, " Yourselves with virtue thus and knowledge

nd knowledge Her parent breast would swell withgen'rous pride. '" fraught, "Of what in autient days of good or great

And now with her in that sequester'd plain

The knight a while constraining to abide, "Historians, bards, philosophers, have taught, She to the Fairy youth with pleasure fain "Join'd with whatever else of modern date

Those sculptur'd chiefs did show, and their great "Maturer judgement, search more accurate,

lives explain. “Discover'd have of Nature, Man and God, "May by new laws reform the time-worn state “Of cell-bred discipline, and smooth the road

§ 57. A Birth-Day Thought. “ That leads thro' learning's vale to wisdom's Can I, all-gracious Providence ! “ bright aborle.

Can I deserve thy care ? "By you invited to her secret bow'rs,

Ah! no: I've not the least pretence "Then shall Pædia re-ascend her throne,

To bounties which I share. “With vivid laurels girt and fragrant flow'rs ; Have I not been defended still “Whilefron theirforkedmountdescending down From dangers and from death; " Yon supercilious pedant train shall own

Been safe preserv'd from ev'ry ill “Her empire paraniount, ere long by her

E'er since thou gave me breath? “Ylaughi a lesson in their schools unknown, 1. * To learning's richest treasure to prefer

I live once more, to see the day “ The knowledge of the world and man's great

That brought me first to light; « business there.

10! teach my willing bcart the way

To take thy mercies right. "On this prime science, as the final end “Of all her discipline and nurt'ring care,

Tho' dazzling splendor, pomp, and show, " Her eye Padia fixing, aye shall bend

1. My fortune has denied ; “ Her ev'ry thought and effort to prepare

| Yet more than grandeur can bestow “Her tender pupils for the various war

Content hath well supplied. " Which vice and folly shall upon them wage Nostrife has e'er disturb'd my peace, “As on the perilous march of life they fare, No mis'ries have I known; “With prudent lore fore-arming ev'ry age J'And, that I'ın bless'd with health and ease, " 'Gainst Pleasure's treach'rous joys and Pain's With humble thanks I own: “ einbattled rage.

| I envy no one's birth or fame, " Then shall my youthful sons, to wisdom led: Their titles, train, or dress ; - "By fair example and ingenuous praise, Nor has my pride e'er stretch'd its aim ! "Withi willing feet' the paths of daty tread, Beyond what I possess.

I ask and wish, not to appear

| From her loose hair the dropping dew she press'd, More beauteous, rich, or gay; .

And thus mine ear in accents mild address'd : Lord make me wiser ev'ry year,

No more, my son, the rural reed employ, . And better ev'ry day i

Nor trill the linkling strain of empty jog i
No more thy love-resounding sonnets suit

To notes of past'ral pipe or oaten Aute. & 56. A Moral Reflection. Written on the first For hark! high-thron'd on yon majestic walls, Day of the Year 1782.

To the dear Muse afflicted Freedom calls :

When Freedom calls, and Oxford bids thee sing, Seventeen Hundred Eighty-one

Why stays thy hand to strike the sounding string? Is now for ever past :

While thus, in Freedom's and in Phoebus' spite, Seventeen Hundred Eighty-two

|The venal sons of slavish Cam unite ; ! Will fly away as fast.

Toshake yon lowers when malice rears her crest, But whether life's uncertain scene .

Shall all iny sons in silence idly rest? Shall hold an equal pace ;

Sullsing, Cam, your fav'rite freedoin's cause, Or whether death shall come between,

Still boast of freedoni, while you break her laws; And end my mortal race :

To Pow's your songs of gratulation pay; Or whether sickness, pain, or health,

To Courts address soft flattery's servile lay. My future lot shall be ;

What tho' your gentle Masoul's plaintive verse Or whether poverty or wealth

Has hung with sweetest wreaths Museus' herse; Is all unknown to me.

What tho' your vaunted bard's ingenuous woe,

Soft as my stream, in tuneful numbers flow; One thing I know, that needful 'ris

Yet strove his Muse, by fame or envy led, To watch with careful eye ;

To tear the laurels froin a sister's head ? Since ev'ry season spent amiss

Misguided youth! with rude unclassic rage Is register'd on high.

To blot the beauties of thy whiter page; Too well I know what precious hours

A rage that sullies c'en thy guilules lays, My wayward passions waste ;

| And blasts the vernal bloom of half thy bays. And oh! I find my mortal pow'rs

Let*** buast the patrons of her name, To dust and darkness haste.

Each splendid fool of fortune and of fame: Earth rolls her rapid seasons round,

Still of preferment let her shine the queen, To meet her final fire;

Prolific parent of each bowing dean : But virtue is with glory crown'd,

Be hers each prelate of the painper'd cheek, Tho' suns and stars expire.

Each couilly chaplain, sanctify'd and sleck:

Still let the drones of her exhaustless hive What awful thoughts ! what truths sublime !

On rich pluralities supinely thrive: . What useful lesson this !

Still let her senates titled slaves revere, 0! let me well improve my time!

Nor dare to know the patriot from the peer; Oh! let me die in peace!

No longer charm'd by virtue's lofty song,

Once heard sage Milton's inanly tones among, &50 Th. Triumok of love accorinne ... Loe Where Cam, ineand'ring thro' the matted reads, an Elegy. T. WARTON.

With loit'ring wave his groves of laurel feeds.

'Tis ours, my son, to deal the sacred bay, Quidmihinescioquam,propriocum TybrideRomam Where honor calls, and justice points the way; Semper in oro geris? Referunt si vera parentes, To wear the well-earn'd wreath thai merit brings, Hanc Urbem insano nullus qui Marte petivit, And snatch a gift beyond the reach of kings. Lætatus violasse redit. Nec Numina Sedem

Scorning and scorn'd by courts, yon Muse's bow's Destituent.

Still nor enjoys nor seeks the smile of pow't. On closing flow'rs when genial gales diffuse Though wakeful vengeance watch ny crystal The fragrant tribute of refreshing dews; Tho' persecution wave her iron wing, spring, When chaats the milk-maid at her balmy pail, And o'er yon spiry temples as she flies, And weary reapers whistle o'er the vale ; 1" Those destin'd fears be mine," exulting cries; Charm'd by the niurni urs of the quivering shade, Fortune's fair smiles on Isis still attend : O'er Isis willow-fringed banks I'stray'd : And, as the dews of gracious heaven descend And calmly musing through the iwilight way, Unaskid unseen, in still but copious show'rs, lu pensive mood I fram'd the Doric lay Her stores on me spontaneous bonnty pours. When lo! from op'ning clouds a golden gleam See, Science walks with recent chaplets crown'd, Pour'd sudden splendors o'er the shadowy stream; With Fancy's strain my fairy shades resound; And from the wave arose its guardian queen, My Muse divine still keeps her custom'd state, Known by her sweeping stole of glossy green ; The mien erect, and high majestic gait : While in the coral crown that bound her brow,Green as of old each oliv'd portal smiles, Was wove the Delphic laurel's verdant bough. And still the graces build my Grecian piles :

As the smooth surface of the dimply flood My gothic spires in antient glory rise, The silver-slipper'd virgin lightly trod; And dare with wonted pride to rush into theskies.




Een late when Radcliffe's delegatell train In vain the forest lent its stateliest pride, Auspicivus shone in Isis' happy plain ; fshrine, Reard her tall mast, and fran'd her knoily side; When yon proud * doine fair learning's ainplestThe martial thunder's rage in vain she Aood, Beneath its attic roofs received the Nine ; With ev'ry conflict of the storiny flood; Was sapture mute, or ceas'il the glad acclaim, More sure the reptile's little arts devour To Radcliffe due, and Isis' honor'd name? | Than wars, or waves, or Eurus' wintry pow'r. What free-born crowds adorn'd the festive day, Ye fretted pinnacles, ye fanes sublime, Nor blush'd to wear my tributary bay!

Ye tow'rs that wear the niossy vest of time! How each brave breast with honestardors heav'd, Ye massy piles of old munificence, When Shelion's fane the patriot band receiv'd; Ai once the pride of learning and defence ; While, as we loudly hail'd the chosen few, Ye cloisters pale, that length'ning to the sight Rome's awful senate rush'd upon the view ! To contemplation, step by step, invite ;

O may tlıc day in latest annals shine, Ye high arch'd walks, where oft the whispers That made a Beaufort and an Harley mine;

clear That bade them leave the loftier scene awhile, Of harps unseen have swept the poet's ear; The pomp of guiltless state, the patriot toil, | Ye temples dim, where pious duty pays For bleeding Albion's aid the sage design, | Fler holy hyinns for ever-echoing praise ; To hold short dalliance with the luneful Nine! Lo! your lov'd Isis, from the bord'ring vale, Then music left her silver sphere on high, With all a mother's fondness bids you hail! And bare each strain of triumph from the sky ;) Hail, Oxford, hail! of all that's good and great, Swelld the loud song, and to iny chiefs around Of.all that 's fair, the guardian and the seat; Pour'd the full peans of mellifluous sound. Nurse of each brave pursuit, each gen'rous aim, My Naiads blythe the dying accents caught, By truth exalted to the throne of fame! And listening danc'd beneath their pearly grot: Like Grecce in science and in liberty, In gentler eddies play'd my conscious wave, As Athens learn'd, as Lacedemon free! And all my reeds iheir sofiest whispers gave : Ev'n now, confess'd to my adoring eyes, Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs, In awful ranks thy gifted song arise. And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my Row'rs. Tuning to knightly tale his British reeds,

But lo! at once the pealing concerts cease, Thy genuine bards inmortal Chaucer leads: And crowding theatres are hush'd in peace. His hoary head o'erlooks the gazing quire, See, on von sage, how all attentive'staud, And beains on all around celestial fire. To catch his parting eye, and waving hand. With graceful step sec Addison advance, Hark! he begins with all a Tully's art,

The sweetest child of Attic elegance : To pour the dictates of a Cato's heart. [spire, See Chillingworth the depths of doubt explore, Skill'd to pronounce what noblest thoughts in-And Selden ope the rolls of antient lore : He blends the speaker's with the patriot's fire ; To all but his belov'd embrace deny'd, Bold to conceive, nor tim'rous to conceal, | Sec Locke read Reason, his majestic bride : What Britor's dare to think he dares to tell. See Hammond piercc religion's golden mine, "Tis his alike the car and eyes to charm, And spread the ireasur'd stores of Truth dirinc. To win with action, and with sense to warm. All who to Albion gave the arts of peace, L'ntaught in Aow'ry periods to dispense And best the labors plann'd of letter'd ease; The lulling sound of sweet impertinence : Whotaughtwith truth,or with pursuasion mov'd, In frowns or smiles he gains an equal prize, Whosooth’dwithnunbers,orwithsenseimprov'd, Nor meanly fears to fall, nor creeps to rise ; Who rang'd the power of reaso:), or refind Bids happier days to Albion he restor'd, All that adorn'd or lluinaniz'd the mind; Bids antient justice rear her radiant sword ; Each priest of health, that mix'd the balmy bowl, From me, as from my country, claims applause, To reår frail man, and stay the Aceiing sonl; And makes an Oxford's a Britannia's cause. All crowd around, and, echoing to the sky,

While arms like these my stedfast sages wield, Hail ! Oxford, hail! with filial transport cry. While minc is Truth's inpenetrable shield; Aud sec yon sapient train! with lib'ral aim, Say, shall the puny champion fondly dare 'Twas theirs new plans of liberty to frame; To wage with force like this scholastic war? And on the gothic glooin of slavish sway Still vainly scribble on with pert pretence, To shed the dawn of intellectual day. With all ihe rage of pedant impotence ? With mild debate each musing feature glows, Say, shall I foster this domestic pest,

| And well-weigh'd counsels mark their incaning This parricide, that wounds a mother's breast;

brows. Thus in some gallant ship that long has bore “ Lo! these the leaders of thy patriot line," Britain's victorious cross from shore to shore, IA Raleigh, Haiden, and a Somers shine. By chance, beneath her close sequesterd cells These from thy source the bold contagion caught, Bome low-born worm, a lurking mischiefdwells; Their future sons the great example taught; Cats his blind way, and saps with secret guilc While in each youth th' hereditary flame The deep foundations of the floating pile. Still blazes, unextinguish'd, and the same !

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Nor all the tasks of thoughtful peace engage, |.1t mom I take my custom'd round,
"Tis thine to forın the hero as the sage. | To mark how buds yon shrubby niound,
I see the sable-suited prince advance

| And ev'ry op'ning primrose count
With lilies crown'd, the spoils of bleeding France, That trialy paints my blooming mount:
Edward. The Muses in yon cloister's shade Or o'er the sculptures, quaint and rude,
Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade : That grace my gloomy solitude.
Bade him the steel for British freccion draw; I teach in winding wreaths to stray
And Oxford taught the deeds that Cressy saw. Fantastic ivy's gadding spray.

And see, great father of the sacred band, At eve, within yon studious nook,
The * Patriot King before me seems to stand. I ope my brass-embossed book,
He, by the bloom of this gay vale beguild, Porirayed with many a holy deed
That chcer'd with lively green the shaggy wild, Of martyrs, crown'd with heavenly meed.
Hither of yore, forlorn forgotten maid, Then, as my taper waxes dim,
The Jluse in pratiling infancy conveyd; Chant, ere I sleep, my measur'd hymn";
From Vandal rage the helpless virgin bore, land, at the close, the gleams behold
And fix'd her cradle on my friendly shore : Of parting winge bedropt with gold.
Soon grew the maid beneath his fost'ring hand, while such pure jovs my bliss create,
Soon stream'd her blessings o'er the enlighten'd, | Who but would snile at guilty siate ?

[dwell Who but would wish bis holy lot
Though simple was the dome, where first to in calm Olivion's bumble cot?
She deign'd, and rude her early Saxon cell, Who but would cast his pomp away,
Lo! now she holds her state in sculptur'd bow'rs, To take my staff and amice gray ;
And proudly lifts to Heaven her hundrerl tow'rs. And to the world's tumultuous stage
'Twas Alfred first, with letters and with laws, Prefer the blameless hermitage?
Adorn'd, as lie advanc'd, his country's cause :
Hc bade relent the Briton's stubborn soul,

$ 61. Monody, written near Stratford upon And soothid to soft society's control

Aron. T. Warton,
A rough untutor'd age. With raptur'd eye
Elate he views his laurel'd progeny:

Avon, thy rural views, thy pastures mild, Serene he smiies to find, that not in vain

Thc willows that o'erhang thy twilight edge, He form’d the rudiments of learning's reign :

: Their boughs entangling with th' embauled Himself he marks in each ingenuous breast,

sedge ; With all the founder in the race expressid ;

Thy brink with watry folja e quaintly fring'd, Conscious he sees fair Fredom still survive

(Thy surface with reflected verdure ting'd, In yon bright domes, ill-fated fugitive!

Sooth me with many a pensive pleasure mild. (Glorions, as when the Goddess pour'd the But while I muse, that here the bard divine Unsully'd on his antient diadem) [bcam

Whose sacred dust yon high arch'd aisles indlose, Well pleas'd, that at his own Pierian springs

Where the tall windows rise in stately rows She rests her weary feet, and plumes her wings;

. Above th' embow'sing shade, That here at last she takes her destin'd stand,

"Here first, at Fancy's fairy circled shrine, Here deigns to linger ere she leave the land.

Of daisies pied his infant off'ring made;
Here playful yet, in stripling years unripe,

Fround of thy reeds a shrill and artless pipe : 8 60. Inscription in a Hermitare, at Ansley. Sudilen thy beautics, Avon, all are fled, Hall, in Warwickshire. T. Wartox.

As at the waving of soine magic wand;

An holy trance my charmed spirit wings, BENEATH this stony roof reclind,

And awful shape of warriors and of kings I sooth to peace iny pensive mind :

People the busy meail, And while to shade my lowly cave,

Like spectres sivarining to the wizard's hall; Embow'ring elms their umbrage wave;

And slowly pace, and point with trembling hand And while the maple dish is mine,

The wounds ill-cover'd by the purple pall. The beechen cup, unstajo'd with wine;

| Before me Pity seems to stand I scorn the gay liccntious crowd,

A weeping mourner, smote with anguish sore, Nor heed the roys that deck the proud. To see Misfortune rend in frantic mood Within my limits lone and still,

His robe with regal woes embroider'd o'er. The blackbiri pipes in artless trill

Pale terror leads the visionary band, Fast by iny couch, congenial guest,

And sternly shakes his sceptre, dropping blood. The wreu has wove her mossy nest; From busy scenes and brighter skies;

$ 62. On the Death of King George the Second To lurk with innocence, she flies;

T. WARTON Here hopes in safe repose to dwell,

So stream the sorrows that embalın the brave, Nor aught suspects the sylvan cell,

| The tears that science sheds on Glory's grave!

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So pure the vows which classic duty pays , ( Pitt, while honor points thy lib'ral plan, To bless another Brunswick's rising rays! And o'er the Minister exalis the Man,

O Pitt, if chosen strains have power to steal Isis convenial greets thy faithful sway, Thy watchful breast awhile froin Britain's weal; Nor scorus to bid a statesman grace her lay. If votive verse, from sacred Isis sent,

| For 'tis not Hers, by false conexions drawn' Vicht hope to charm thy manly mind, intentat splendid Slavery's sordid shrine tv fawn; On patriot plans, which anlieni freedom drew, Each native effort of ine feeling breast Awhile with fond attention dcign to view To friends, to foes, in equal foar, supprest : Thisainpie wreath, which all th'assembled Nine "Tis not for her to purchase or pursue With skill united have conspir'd 10 lwine. The phantom favors of the cringing crew :

Yes, guide and guardian of ihy country'scause! Vore useful toils her studious hours engage, The conscious heart shall hail with just applause And fáirer lessons fill her spotless page : The duteous Muse, whose haste officious brings Beneath ambition, but above disgrace, Her blameless off'ring to the shrine of kings : With nobler arts she forms the rising race : Thy tongue, well tutor'd in historic lore, | With happier tasks, and less refin'd pretence, Can speak her office and her use of yore : In elder times, she wood Munificence For such the tribute of ingenuous praise To rear her arched roofs in regal guise, ller harp dispens'd in Grecia's golden days; | And lift her temples nearer to the skies; Such were the palms, in isles of old renown, Princes and prelates stretch'd the social hand

When virtuous Pindar told, with Tuscan gore From kings she claim'd, yet scom'd to seek, the How scepter'd Hiëro stain'd Sicilia's shore,


fwise Or to mild Theron's rajstar'd eye disclos'd From kings, like George, benignant, just, and, Bright vales, where spirits of the brave repos'd : Lo, this her genuine lore. - Nor thou refuse Yer still beneath the ihrone, unbrib'd, slie sal T)iis humble present of no partial Muse The decent handmaid, not the slave, of state ; From that calm Bow'r*, which nurs'd thy, Pleas'd in the radiance of the regal name

thoughtful yoath To blend the lustre of her country's faine : In the pure precepts of Athenian truth: ., For, taught like ours, shedar'dwith prudent pride Where first the form of British Liberty in Obedience from dependence to divide ;

Beain'd in full radiance on thy pusing eye; Though princes claim'd her tributary lays, That form, whose mien sublime, with equal awe, With truth severe she temper'd partial praise ; In the same shade unblenish'd Somers saw: Conscious she kept her native dignity,

Where once (for wellshe lov'd the friendly grove Bold as her flights, and as her numbers free. Which ev'ry classic Grace had learn'd to rove).

And sure if e'er the Muse indulg'il her strains, Her whispers wak'd sage Harrington to feignWith just regard to grace heroic reigas,

The blessings of her visionary reign; '.
Where could her glance a theme of triumphowiil Thatreign, which now, nomorean empty theme,
So dear to fame as George's trophy'd throne ? Adorns Philosophy's ideal drcam,
At whose firm base thy stedfasi soul aspires But crowns at lasi, beneath a George's smile,
To wake a mighty nation's antient fires :

In full reality this favor'd isle.
Aspires to bafile Faction's specious claim, il
Rouse England'srage, and give her thunder aim :
Oncemorethemainherconqrringbanners sweep, S

$ 63. On the Marriage of the King, MDCCLXI. Again her Coinmerce darkens all the deep..

to her Majesty. T. WARTON.. Thy fix'd resolve renews each firm decree Thit made, that kept of yore, thy country free. Rose from the billowy deep in distant view ; Callid by thy voice, nor deaf to ivar's alarms, When Albion's isle, old Ocean's peerless pride, Its willing youth the rural empire arms: • Tow'r'd in imperial state above the tide ; Again the lords of Albion's cultur'd plains What bright ideas of the new domain March the firm leaders of their faithful swains; Form'd the fair prospect of thy promis'd reign! As erst stout archers, from the farın or fold, . And well with eonscious joy thy breast inight Flam'd in the van of many a baron bold. | That Albion was ordain'd thy regal scat: Cheat

Nor thine the ponip of indolent debate, Lo! this the land, where Freedom's sacred rage The war of words, the sophistries of state : Has glow'd untam'd thro' many a martial age, Nor frigid caution checks thy free design, Here patriot Alfred, staind with Danish blood, Nor stops thy stream of eloquence divine : For thine the privilege, on few bestow'd, Here Henry's archers frani'd the stubborn bow To feel, to thinik, to speak, for public good That laid Alanzon's haughty helmet low; In vain Corruption calls her venal tribes; Here walk'd the fame, that still superior braves One common cause, onecommon end prescribes : The prowest threats of Gaul's ambitious slaves : Nor fear nor fraud or spares or screens the foe, Here Chivalry, stern school of valor old, But spirit prompts, and valor strikes the blow. Her noblest feats of knightly fame enrolld;

* Trinity College, Oxford; in which also Lord Somers, and Sir James Harrington, author of the Oceana, were educated.

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