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British Worthies.

And with the moral beauty charm the heart.
Why need I name thy Boyle, whose pious search 1555
Amid the dark recesses of his works,
The great CREATOR sought? And why thy LOCKE,
Who made the whole internal world his own?
Let Newton, pure Intelligence! whom GOD
To mortals lent, to trace his boundless works 1560
From laws sublimely simple, speak thy fame
In all philosophy. For lofty sense,
Creative fancy, and inspection keen
Through the deep windings of the human heart,
Is not wild SHAKESPEARE thine and Nature's boast?
Is not each great, each amiable Muse
Of classic ages in thy Milton met?
A genius universal as his theme;
Astonishing as Chaos; as the bloom
Of blowing Eden fair; as Heaven sublime. 1570

Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget,
The gentle SPENSER, Fancy's pleasing son ;
Who, like a copious river, pour'd his song
O’er all the mazes of enchanted ground:
Nor thee, his ancient master, laughing sage, 1575

British Fair described.

CHAUCER, whose native manners-painting verse,
Well-moraliz'd, shines through the Gothic cloud
Of time and language o'er thy genius thrown.

May my song soften, as thy DAUGHTERS I,
BRITANNIA, hail! for beauty is their own, 1580
The feeling heart, simplicity cf life,
And elegance, and taste; the faultless form,
Shap'd by the hand of harmony; the cheek,
Where the live crimson, through the native white
Soft-shooting, o'er the face diffuses bloom, 1585
And every nameless grace; the parted lip,
Like the red rose-bud moist with morning-dew,
Breathing delight; and, under flowing jet,
Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown,
The neck slight-shaded, and the swelling breast; 1590
The look resistless, piercing to the soul,
And by the soul inform’d, when drest in love
She sits high-smiling in the conscious eye.

Island of bliss! amid the subject seas, That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, 1595 At once the wonder, terror, and delight, nf distant nations; whose remotest shores

Decline of Day..

Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm;
Not to be shook thyself; but all assaults
Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave. 1600

O Thou! by whose almighty nod the scale;
Of empire rises, or alternate falls ;
Send forth the saving Virtues 'round the land,
In bright patrol; white Peace, and social Love;
The tender-looking Charity, intent

1605
On gentle deeds, and shedding tears through smiles ;
Undaunted Truth, and Dignity of mind;
Courage compos'd, and keen; sound Temperance,
Healthful in heart and look ; clear Chastity,
With blushes reddening as she moves along, 1610
Disorder'd at the deep regard she draws;
Rough Industry; Activity untir'd,
With copious life inform’d, and all awake;
While in the radiant front, superior shines
That first paternal virtue, Public Zeal;

1615 Who throws o’er all an equal wide survey; And, ever musing on the common weal, Still labours glorious with some great design.

Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees, Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds · 1620

Decline of Day.

Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train,
In all their pomp attend his setting throne.
Air, earth, and ocean, smile immense. And now,
As if his weary chariot sought the bowers
Of Amphitritè, and her tending nymphs, 1625
(So Grecian fable sung) he dips his orb;
Now half-immers’d; and now a golden curve,
Gives one bright glance, then total disappears.

For ever running an enchanted round,
Passes the day, deceitful, vain, and void ; 1630
As fleets the vision o'er the formful brain,
This moment hurrying wild th' impassion'd soul,
The next in nothing lost. T is so to him,
The dreamer of this earth, an idle blank;
A sight of horror to the cruel wretch,

1635 Who all day long in' sordid pleasure roll'd, Himself an useless load, has squander'd vile, Upon his scoundrel train, what might have cheer'd A drooping family of modest worth. But to the generous still-improving mind, 1640 That gives the hopeless heart to sing for joy, Diffusing kind beneficence around, Boastless, as now descends the silent dew;

A Summer Evening described.

To him the long review of order'd life
Is inward rapture, only to be felt.

1645
Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds,
All ether softening, sober Evening takes
Her wonted station in the middle air ;
A thousand shadows at her beck. First this
She sends on earth; then that of deeper die 1650
Steals soft behind; and then a deeper still,
In circle following circle, gathers round,
To close the face of things.' A fresher gale
Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream,
Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn; 1655
While the quail clamours for his running mate.
Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze,
A whitening shower of vegetable down
Amusive floats. The kind impartial care
Of Nature nought disdains: thoughtful to feed 1660
Her lowest sons, and clothe the coming year,
From field to field the feather'd seeds she wings.

His folded flock secure, the shepherd home Hies, merry-hearted : and by turns relieves The ruddy milk-maid of her brimming pail; 1665 The beauty whom perhaps his witless heart,

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