and prove an entertainment to YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS; if it can in any degree answer the dignity of the fubject, and of the name under which I prefume to fhelter it; I have my best reward: particularly as it affords me an opportunity of declaring that I am, with the greatest zeal and respect, SIR, YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS'S Moft obedient And moft devoted Servant, JAMES THOMSON. HE following Poem is thrown into the form of a THE Poetical Vifion. Its Scene the ruins of antient Rome. The GODDESS of LIBERTY, who is fuppofed to Speak thro' the whole, appears, characterized as BRITISH LIBERTY; to Ver. 44. Gives a view of Antient Italy, and particularly of Republican Rome, in all her magnificence and glory; to Ver. 112. This contrafted by Modern Italy; its valleys, mountains, culture, cities, people: the difference appearing frongest in the Capital City Rome; to Ver. 234. The ruins of the great works of LIBERTY more magnificent than the borrowed pomp of OPPRESSION; and from them revived Sculpture, Painting, and Architecture; to Ver. 256. The old Romans apoftrophiz'd, with regard to the fiveral melancholy changes in ITALY: HORACE, TULLY, and VIRGIL, with regard to their Tibur, Tufculum, and Naples; to Ver. 287. That once finest and most ornamented part of Italy, all along the Coaft of Baix, bow changed; to Ver. 321. This defolation of Italy applied to Britain; to Ver. 344. Addrefs to the GODDESS of LIBERTY, that he would deduce from the first ages, ker chief establishments, the defcription of which conftitute the fubject of the following parts of this Poem. She affents, and commands what she says to be fung in Britain; whofe happiness, arifing from freedom, monarchy, he marks; to Ver. 391. VISION attends, and paints her wards. and a limited An immediate Invocation. LIBER T Y. PART I. 5 My lamented TALBOT! while with thee The Megay rov'd theglad Hesperian round, Anddrewthe inspiring breathof antient arts; Ah! little thought fhe her returning verfe Should fing our darling fubject to thy Shade. And does the mystic veil, from mortal beam, Involve thofe eyes where every virtue fmil'd, And all thy FATHER'S candid fpirit shone? The light of reason, pure, without a cloud; Full of the generous heart, the mild regard; Honour difdaining blemish, cordial faith, And limpid truth, that looks the very foul. But to the death of mighty nations turn, My ftrain; be there abforpt the private tear. MUSING, I lay; warm from the facred walks, 15 Where at each step imagination burns: While scatter'd wide around, awful, and hoar, 20 SNATCH'D by these wonders to that world were thought Unfetter'd ranges, Fancy's magic hand Led me anew o'er all the folemn scene, Still in the mind's pure eye more folemn dreft. When ftraight, methought, the fair majeftic POWER Of LIBERTY appear'd. Not, as of old, 26 Extended in her hand the cap, and rod, Whose flave-enlarging touch gave double life: 30 35 MINE MINE are these wonders, all thou fee'st is mine; 40 But ah how chang'd! the falling poor remains Of what exalted once th' Aufonian fhore. Look back thro' time; and, rifing from the gloom, Mark the dread scene, that paints whate'er I say. THE great Republic fee! that glow'd, fublime, 45 Of brooks now loft and ftreams renown'd in fong: 55 60 Or downward spreading to the funny shore, 65 SEE C 4 |