Heroic champions caught the clarion's call, And, proud to cull the fairest wreath of Fame) And throng'd the feastin Edward's banner'd hall; Crowns her chief honors with a Charlotte's While chiefs, like George, approv'd in worth name.

alone, Unlock'd chaste Beauty's adamantine zone. 1 8 64. On the Birth of the Prince of Wales. Lo! the fam'd isle, which hails thy chosen sway,| What seruile helds her temp'rate suns display !

T. WARTON Where Property secures the conscious swain, Written after the Installation at Windsor, in Andguards, while Plenty gives, the golden grain:

the same year. Hence with ripe stores her villages abound, Her airy downs with scalier'd sheep resound ; IMPERIAL Dome of Edward wise and brave! Fresh are her pastures with unceasing rills, Where warlike Honor's brightest banners And future navies crown her darksome hills.


. [deeds, To bear her forinidable glory far,

At whose proud tilts, unmatchid for hardy Behold her opulence of hoarded war? Heroic kings have frown'd on barbed steeds ; See, from her ports a thousand banners stream ; Though now no niore thy crested chiefs advance On ev'ry coast her vengeful lighưnings gleam! In arm'd array, nor grasp the glitt'ring lance; Meantime, rcmote from Ruin's armed hand, Though Knighthood boasts the martial poinp In peaceful majesty her cities stand;

no inore Whose splendid domes and busy streets declare That grac'd its gorgeous festivals of yore; Their firmest fort, a king's parental care.

Say,conscious Dome,ife'er thy marshallid knights

Say,conscious And oh! blest Onreen, ife'er the magic pow'rs. So nobly deck'd their old majestio rites of warbled truth have won thy musing hours ;l Aswhen, high-thron'damid thy trophy'd shrine, Here Poesy, from awful days of yore,

'George shone the leader of the garter'd line? Has pour's her genuine gifts of raptur'd lore. Yet future triumphs, Windsor, still remain ; Mid oaken bow'rs, with holy verdure wreath'd, Still may thy bow'rs receive as brave a train : In Druid songs her solemu spirit breath'd : | For lo! to Britain and her favor'd Pair While cunning Bards at antient banquets sung

Heaven's high command has sent a sacred Heir ! Of paynim foes defied, and trophies hung.

Him the bold pattern of his patriot sire Here Spenser tun'd his mystic minstrelsy,

Shall fill with early fame's inmortal fire : And dress'd in fairy robes a Queen like 'Thee. In life's fresh spring ere buds the promis'd prime, Here, boldly marki'd with ev'ry living hue, His thoughts shallmounttovirtue's meed sublime: Nature's unbounded portrait Shakspeare drew : The patriot fire shall catch, with sure presage, But chic the dreaded group of human woes Each lib'ral omen of his op'ning age; The daring artist's tragic pencil chose;

Then to thy courts shall lead, with conscious jos, Explor'd the pangs that rend the royal breast, In stripling beauty's bloom, the priucely boy; Those wounds that lurk beneath the tissued rest. There firmly wreathe the Braid of heavenly dye, Lo! this the land, whence Milton's Muse of fire True valor's badge, around his tender thigh. High soar'd to steal from heaven a seraph's lyre ;| Meantime, thy royal piles that rise elate And told the golden ties of wedded love With many an antique tow'r, in massy state, In sacred Eden's amaranthine grove.

In the young chanıpion's musing mind shall raise Thine too ! majestic Bride, ihe favor'd clime, / Vast images of Albion's elder days; Where Science sits enshrin'ci in roofs sublime. While, as around his cager glance explores O mark, how green her wood of antient bays

green her wood of antient bays Thychambers,roughwithwar'sconstructedstores, O'er Isis' marge in many a chaplet strays ! Rude helins, and bruised shields, barbaric spoils Thither, if haply some distinguish'd flow'r of antient chivalry's undaunted wils; Of these mix'd blooms from that ambrosial bow'r Amid the dusky trappings hung on high, Mightcatch thy glance, and, rich in Nature's hue, Young Edward's sable mail shall strike his eye; Entwine thy diadem with honor due;

Shall fire the youth to crown his riper vears If sgemly gifts the train of Phæbus pay,

With rival Cressys, and a new Poictiers; To decli imperial Hymnen's festive day ; On the same wall, the same triumphal base, Thither thyself shall haste, and inildly deign Iliis own victorious monuments 10 place. To tread with nymph-likesteptheconsciousplain; Nor can a fairer kindred title move Pleas'd in the Muse's nook, with decent pride, His emulative age to glory's love To throw the scepired pall of state aside.', Than Edward, laureate prince. In letter'd truth, Nor from the shacie shall George be long away, Oxford, sage mother, school'd his studious you: WhichclaimsCharlotta'slove, and courts her stay. Her simple institutes and rigid lore

These are Britannia's praises. Deign to trace. The royal nursling unreluciant bore; With rapt reflection Freedoin's fav'site race! Nor shunn'd, at pensive eve, with lonesome pace, But though the gen'rous isle, in arts and arms, Thecloister's moon-light.chequer'd Aoor to trace; Thus stand supremein Nature's choicestcharms, Nor scorn'd to make the sun, at inatins due, Tho' George and Conquest guard her sca-girt Stream through the storied windows holy hue. throne,

I 'Andoh, youngPrince, bethine his moralprajse; One happier blessing still she calls her own; Nor seek in fields of blood his warrior bays..


War has its charrñs terrific. Far and wide Nor haunt the crowd, nor tempt the main,
When standsth'embatiled hostin banner'd pride;| For splendid care and guilty gain!
D'er the vext plain when the shrill clangors run, when morning's twilight tinctur'd beam
And the long phalanx Aashes in the sun : Strikes their low thatch with slanting gleain,
When now no dangers of the deathful day They rose abroad in ether blue,
Mar the bright scene, nor break the firin array; To dip the scythe in fragrant dew;

Full oft too rashly glows with fond delight. The sheaf to bind, the beech to fell,
The youthful breast, and asks the future fight; That nodding shades a craggy dell.
Nor knows that Horror's forin, a spectre wan,'Midst gloomy glades, in warbles clear,
Stalks yet unseen, along the gleamy van. Wild nature's sweetest notes they hear;

May no such rage be thine! no dazzling ray On green ontrodden banks they view
Of specious fame thy stedfast feet betray! The hyacinth's neglected hue :
Be thine domestic glory's radiant calm, In their lone haunts and woodland rounds, i
Be thine the sceptre wreath'd with many a palm: They spy the squirrel's airy bounds;
Be thine the throne with peacefulembleinshung, And startle from her ashen spray,
The silver lyrc to milder conquests strung! | Across the glen, the screaming jay:

Instead of glorious feats achiev'd in arms, Each native charm their steps explore
Bid rising arts display their mimic charms: Of solitude's sequester'd store,
Just to thy country's fame, in tranquil days, For them the moon with cloudless ray
Record the past, and rouse the future praise : Mounts, to illume their homeward way :
Before the public eye, in breathing brass, | Their weary spirits to relieve,
Bid thy fam'd father's mighty triumphs pags : \The meadow's incense breathe at eve.
Swell the broad arch with haughty Cuba's fall, No riot mars the simple fare
And clothe with Minden's plain th 'historic hall.] That o'er a glimnm'ring hearth they snare :
Then mourn not, Edward's Dome, thine an- But when the curfew's measur'd roar
tient boast,

Duly, the dark’ning valleys o'er,
Thy tournaments and listed combats lost! Has echo'd from the distant town,
From Arthur's Board, no more, proud castle, They wish no beds of cygnel-down,

No trophied canopies, to close
Adventurous Valor's gothic trophies torn! Their drooping cyes in quick repose.
Those eifin charms, that held in inagic night Their litile sons, who spread the bloom
Its elder fame, and dimın'd its genuine light

JOf health around the clay-built room,
Al length dissolve in Truth's ineridian ray, Or through the primros'd coppice struy,
And the bright Order burst to perfect day : TOr gambol in the new-mown hay;
The mystic round, begirt with bolder pecrs,

Or quaintly braid the cowslip-twine,
On Virtue's base its rescued glory rears;

Or drive aficld the tardy kine;
Sees civil Prowess mightier acts achieve; Or hasten from the sultry hill
Sees meek Humanity distress relieve;

To loiter at the shady rill ;
Adopts the Worth that bids the conflict cease, Or climb the tall pine's gloomy crest
And claims its honors from the Chiefs of Peace. To rob the raven's anticnt nest. ·

Their humble porch with honeyed flow'rs $ 65. Ode to Sleep. T. WARTON. The curling woodbine's shade embow'rs.

From the trim garden's thymy mound On this niy pensive pillow, gentle Sleep!

Their bees in busy swarins resound. Descend, in all thy downy pluinage drest :

Nor fell Disease, before his time, Wipe with thy wing these eyes that waketoweep,

P Hastes to consume life's golden prime; And place thy crown of poppies on my breast. | But

cas But when their temples song have wore . () steep my senses in oblivion's balm,

The silver crown of iresses hoar ; indsooth my throbbing prise with lenient hand; | As studious still calm peace to keep. This tempest of my boiling blood becalm!

Beneath a flow'ry turf they sleep. Despair grows mild at thy supreme command. Yet ah! in vain, familiar with the gloom, $ 67. Ode. The First of April. T. WARTOX. And sadly toiling through the tedious night, With dalliance rude young Zephyr woos I seek sweet slumber, while that virgin bloom, Coy May. Full oft with kind excuse For ever hov'ring, haunts my wretched sight. The boist'rous boy the Fair denies, Nor would the dawning day my sorrows charm: 1 Or with a scornful smile complies. Black midnight, and the radiant noon, alikel Mindful of disaster past, To me appear, while with uplifted arm | And shrinking at the northern blast, Death ständs prepar'd, but still delays, to strike. The sleety storm returning still,

The morning hoar and ev'ning chill; $ 66. The Hamlet, written in Whichwood Forest.

Reluctant comes the timid Spring ,

T. WARTON. Scarce a bee, with airy ring, . The hinds how blest, who ne'er beguild .. Murmurs the blossom'd boughs around, To quit their hamlet's hawthorn-wild, That clothe the garden's southern bound :



Scarce a sickly straggling fow's

|He startles from the bordering wond Decks the rough castle's rifted tow'r :

The hashful wild-duck's carly brood.
Scarce the hardy primrose pecps

L O 'er the broad downs, a norel race,
From the dark dell's entangled steeps : Frisk the lambs, with faltering pace,
O'er the field of waving broom :

Add with eager bleetings fill
Slowly shoots the golden bloom :

The foss that skirts the beacon'd hill. And, but by fits, the furze-clad dale

I His free-born vigor yet unbroke Tinctures the transitory gale :

To lordly man's usurping yoke, While from the shrubb'ry's nak'd maze,

|The bounding colt forgets to play: Where the vegetable blaze

Baskiny beneath the nootide ray, Of Flora's brightest 'broidery shone,

And stretch'd among the daisies, pride Ev'ry chequer'd charm is flown;

Of a green dingle's sloping side : Save that the lilac hangs to view

While far beneath, where nature spreads Its bursting gems in clusters blue.

Her boundless length of level meads, Scant along the ridgy land

In loose luxuriance taugh! to stray The beans their new-born ranks expand : A thousand tumbling rills inlay The fresh-turn'd soil with tender blades With silver veins the rale, or pass Thinly the sprouting barley shades :

Redundant thro the sparkling grass, Fringing the forest's devious edge,

Yet in these presages rude, Hall-rob'd appears the haw-thom hedge ;

Midst her pensive solitude, Or to the distant eye displays

Fancy, with prophetic glance, Weakly green its budding sprays,

Sees ihe tecming nionths advance ; The swallow, for a inoinent seen,

The field, the forest, green and gay, Skims in haste the village green :

The dappled slope, the tedded hay; From the grey moor, on feeble wing,

Sees the reddening orchard blow, The screaming plovers idly spring :

The harvest wave, the vintage flow; The butterfly, gay-painted soon,

Sees June unfold his glossy robe Explores awhile the repid noon,

Of thousand hues o'er all ihe globe ; And fondly trusts its tender dyes

Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corii,
To fickle suns and flatt'ring skies,

And plenty load her ample horn.
Fraught with a transient, frozen show'r,
If a cloud should haply low'r,

$68. Ode. The Suicide. T. WARTOy. Sailing o'er the landscape dark, Mute on a sudden is the lark;

Beneath the beech, whose branches bare But when gleams the sun again

Smit with the lightning's vivid glare, O'er the pearl-besprinkled plain,

O'erhang thie craggy road, And from behind his wat ry veil

And whistle hollow as they ware; Looks through the thin-descending hail,

Within a solitary grave, She mounts, and less'ning to the sighit,

A wretched Suicide holds his accurs d abode. Salutes the blythe return of light,

Lower'd the griin inorn, in murky dies And high her tuneful track pursues

Damp mists involved the scowling skies, Mid the dim rainbow's scatter'd hues.

And dimnid the struggling day; Where in venerable rows

As by the brook that ling'ring laves Widely waving oaks inclose

Yon rush-grown moor with sable waves The mpat of youder antique hall, i

Full of the dark resolve he took his sullen way. Swarm the rooks with clam'rous call;

I mark'd his desultory pace, And, to the toils of nature true,

His gestures strange, and varying face, Wreath their capacious nests anew.

With many a mutter'd sound; Musing through the lawny park,

And ah! too late aghast I view'd The lonely poet loves to mark

The reeking blade, the hand embrud; How various greens in faint degrees

Hefeil, and groaninggrasp'din agony the ground. Tinge the tall groups of various trees : :. Full many a melancholy night While, careless of the changing year,

He watch'd the slow return of light; The'pine cerulean, never fear,

And sought the pow'rs of sleep, Tow'rs distinguish'd froin the rest,

To spread a momentary calm And proudly yaunts her winter vest.

O'er his sad couch, and in the balm feteer, Within some whispering osier isle,

Tof bland oblivion's Jews his burning eyes to Where Glym's low banks neglected smile; 1 Full oft, unknowing and unknown, And each trina meadow still retains

He wore his endless noons alone, 'The wint'ry torrent's oozy stains :

Amid the autumnal wood: Beneath a willow, long forsook,

Oft was he wont in hasty fit, The fisher seeks his custom'd nook ;

Abrupt the social board io quit, And bursting thru' the crackling sedge And gaze with eager glence upon the tumbling That crowns the curreyt's cavern'cuge,



Beck’ning the wretch to torments new, • Her aid diving had lựll'd to rest
Despair, for ever in his view,

· Yon foul self-murthercr’s chrobbing brcast, I A spectre pale, appear'd ;

And stay'd the rising storm : While, as the shades of eve arose

I Had bade the sun of hope appear And brought the day's unwelcome close, • To gild the darken'd hemisphere, [form. More horrible and huge hergiant-shape she rear'd.' And give the wonted bloom to mature's blasted • Is this,' mistaken Scorn will cry,

• Vain man! 'tis Heaven's prerogative, • Is this the youth, whose genius high

• To take, what first it deign'd to give, ! Could build the genuine rhyme ?

• Thy tributary breath : • Whose bosoin mild the fav'ring Muse

In awful expectation plac'd, • Had stor'd with all her apple views,

• Await thy doom, nor impious haste Parent of fairest deeds, and purposes sublime?''To pluck from God's right hand his instruAh! from the Muse that bosom mild

ments of death, By treach'rous magic was beguild,

To strike the deathful blow:
She fill'd his soft ingenuous mind . 1$ 69. Ode. Sent to a Friend on his leaving a fan.

With unany a feeling too refin'd,'... [woe. vorile Village in Hampshire. T. WARTON.
And rous'd to livelier pangs his wakeful sense of | Ak, mourn thy lov'd retreat! No more
Though doom'd hard penury to prove,

Shall classic steps thy scenes cxplore!
And the sharp stings of hopeless love, When morn's pale rays but faintly peep
To griefs congenial prone,

O'er yonder oak-crown'd airy steep,
More wounds than nature gave he knew, Who now shall climb its brows, to view
While misery's form his fancy drew

Thy length of landscapes ever new ;
In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own. Where summer flings, in careless pride,
Then wish not o'er his earthly tomb

Her varied yesture far and wide ?

Who mark, beneath, each village-charm,
The baleful nightshade's lurid blooin

Or grange, or elm-encircled farm :
To drop its deadly dew :
Nor, oh! forbid the twisted thorn,

The Ainty dove-cote's crowded roof,
That rudely binds his turf forlorn, [anew.

Watch'd by the kite that sails aloof:

tel The tufted pines whose umbrage tall With spring's green-swelling buds to vegetate

Darkens the long-deserted hall: What though no marble-piled bust

The vet'ran beech, that on the plain Adorn his desolated dust,

Collects at eve the playful train :
With speaking sculpture wrought? The cot that smokes with early fire,
Pity shall woo the weeping Nine

The low-roof'd fane's embosom'd spire?
To build a visionary shrine, [brought. Who now shall indolently stray
Hung with unfading flow'rs, from fairy regions Through the deep forest's tangled way:

What though resus'd each chanted rite? Pleas'd at his custom'd task to find
Here viewless mourners shall delight

The well-known hoary-tressed hind,
To touch the shadowy shell :

That toils with feeble hands to glean And Petrarch's harp, that'wept the doom

Of wither'd boughs his pittance mean? Of Laura lost, in early bloom,

Who mid thy nooks of hazle sit, lo rnelancholy tones shall ring his pensive knell.

pensive knell. Lost in some melancholy fit;

And list'ning to the raven's croak, To sooth a lone unhallow'd shade, . The distant flail, the falling oak ? This votive dirge sad duty paid,

Who, through the sunshine and the showr'i, Within an ivy'd nook :

Descry the rainbow-painted tow'r? Sudden the half-sunk orb of day

Who, wandering at return of May, More radiant shot its parting ray, (took: Catch the first cuckow's vernal lay? And thus a cherub-voice my charm'd attention Who, musing waste the summer hour, . Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praise;

| Where high o'er-arching trees embow's Nor thus for guilt in specious lays

The grassy lane so rarely pacid, • The wreath of glory twine :

With azure flow'rets idly grac'd ? • In vain with hues of gorgeous glow

Unnotic'd now, at twilight's dawn 'Gay Fancy gives her vest to Aow, [confine. 1;

Returning reapers cross the lawn: Unless Truth's matron-hand the floating folds The Nethe

: Nor fond attention loves to note .

"mc modum for The wether's bell from folds reinote : ... Just Heaven, man's fortitude to prove, vi While own'd, by no poetic eye, Permits through life at large to rove Thy pensive evening shade the sky! • The tribes of hell-born woe;

For lo! the bard who rapture found i Yet the same pow'r that wisely sends From ev'ry rural sight or sound;

Life's fiercest ills, indulgent lends [foe. Whose genius warm, and judgement chaste, Religion's golden shield to break th' embattled No charm of genuine nature pass'd;


Who felt the Muse's porest fires,

Whether thou wanton'st on the western gak, Far from thy favor'd haunt retires :

Or shak'st the rigid pinions of the north, Who peopled all thy vocal bow'rs

Diffusest life and vigor thro' the tracts With shadowy shapes and airy pow'rs.

Of air, thro' earth, and ocean's deep domain. Beholil, a dread repose resurnes,

When thro' the blue serenity of heaven As erst, thy sad sequester'd glooms!

Thy pow'r approaches, all the wasteful host From the deep dell, where shaggy roots Of pain and sickness, squalid and deformid, Fringe the rough brink with wroathed shoors, Confounded sink into the loathsome gloom, 'Th' unwilling genius Alies forlorn,

Where in deep Erebus involv'd the fiends His primrose-chaplet rudely tórn.

Grow more profane. Whatever shapes of death, With hollow shriek the nymphs forsake Shook from the hideous chanıbers of the globe, The pathless copse, and hedge-row brake. Swarm thro' the shuddering air: whatever plagues Where the delv'd mountain's headlong side Or meagre fumine breede, or with slow wings Its chalky entrails opens wide,

| Rise from the putrid wat'ry element, On the green summit, ambush'd high,

The damp waste forest, motionless and rank, No longer echo loves to lie,

That smothers earth and all the breathless winds, No pearl-crown'd maid, with wily look, Or the vile carnage of th' inhuman field; Rise beck’ning from the ready brook.

Whatever baneful breathes the rotten south; , Around the glow-worm's glimm'ring bank, Whatever ills, th' extremes of sudden change No fairies run in fiery rank;

Of cold and hot, or moist and dry produce; Nor brush, half seen, in airy tread,

| They fly their pure effulgence : they, and all The violet's unprinted head.

The secret poisons of avenging Heaven, But Fancy, from the thickest brown,

And all the pale tribes halting in the train The glades that wear a conscious frown, Of vice and needless pleasure : or if aught The forest-oaks, that pale and lone

The comet's glare aniid the burning sky, Nod to the blast with hoarser tone,

Mournful eclipse, or planets ill combind, Rough glens, and sullen waterfalls,

Portend disastrous to the vital world, Her bright ideal offspring calls.

Thy salutary pow'r averts their rage, So by some sage inchanter's spell,

Averts the general bane : and but for thee (As old Arabian fables tell)

Nature would sicken, nature soon would die. Amid the solitary wild,

Without thy cheerful active energy Luxuriant gardens gaily smild:

No rapture swells the brcast, no poct sings, From sapphire rocks the fountain stream'd, No more the maids of Helicon delight. With golden fruit the branches beam'd; Come then with me, () goddess, heavenly-gar! Pair fornis, in ev'ry wondrous wood,

Begin the song; and let it sweetly flow, Or lightly tripp'd, or solemn stood;

And let it wisely teach thy wholesome laws: And ott, retreating from the view,

• How best the fickle fabric to support Betray'd at distance, beauties new;

• Of mortal man; in healthful body how While gleaming o'er the crisped bow'rs • A heathful mind the longest to maintain. Rich spires arose, and sparkling tow'rs. 'Tis hard, in such a strife of rules to choose If bound on service new to go,

The best, and those of most extensive use; The master of the magic show

Harder in clear and animated song His transitory charm withdrew,

Dry philosophic precepts to convey. Away th' illusire landscape flew :

Yet with thy aid the secret wilds 1 trace Dun clouds obscur'd the groves of gold, . Of Nature, and with daring steps proceed Blue lightning smote the blooming mold; Thro' paths the Muses never trod before. In visionary glory rear'd,

Nor should I wander doubtful of my way, The gorgeous castle disappear'd:

(Had I the lights of that sagacious mind And å bare heath's unfruitful plain

Which taught to check the pestilential fire, Usurp'd the wizard's proud domain.

And quell the deadly Python of the Nile.

O thoni, belov'd by all the graceful arts, $70. The Art of preserving Hicalth. ARMSTRONG

Thou, long the fav'rite of the healing pow'rs,

| Indulge, 0 Mead! a well design'd essay, BOOK 1. AIR.

| Howe'er imperfect; and permit that I DAUGHTER of Pæan, queen of ev'ry joy. My little knowledge with my country share, Hygeia *; whole indulgent siniles sustains Till you the rich Asclepian stores unlock, The various race luxuriant nature pours, And with new graces Jignify the theme. And on th' immortal essences bestows

Ye who amid this fererish world would HCA Immortal youth ; auspicious, O descend ! A body free of pain, of cares a mind, Thou, chcerful guardian of the rolling year, Fly the rank city, shun iis turbid air ;

• Hygeia, the goddess of Health, was, according to the genealogy of the heathen deities, the daughter of Æsculapius; who, as well as Apollo, was distinguished by the name of Pzan.


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