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gorically. Invocation to quit superstition, and | From Ida's cloud-topt summit, or the cave
adore the Creator of all things. Chaos originally | With Epimenides, where he survey'd,
reduced to harmony. A fictitious account of the Higher on wings of contemplation borne,
music of the spheres. The notes of music taken The mighty maze of nature; whence he learnt,
from the number of planets. Its etfect on the From that celestial number', how to form
human mind in despair--in sorrow-in rage-The lyre heart-melting, and the vocal shell.
on distempered bodies--on brutes and irra- Thus all the pow'r of music from the spheres
tional beings. The seat of Art described, and Descends to wake the tardy soul of man
her attendants: to what end are her labours: From dreams terrestrial; ever to its charms
either to excite voluptuousness, or the contrary, Obsequious, ever by its dulcet strains
just as made use of, Commendation of the use Smooth'd from the passions of tempestuous life,
of art to raise in us sentiments of justice and | And taught to pre-enjoy its native Heav'n.
temperance. The excellence of art as great in Whilst thro’ this vale of errour we pursue
representing monstrous objects as the most re- Ideal joys, where Fancy leads us on
gular, as far as relates to imitation. Why a Thro'scenes of paradise in fairy forms
just resemblance gives us pleasure. Passions Of ease, of pleasure, or extensive pow'r;
may be represented by outward forms, but mo- And when we think full fairly we possess
ral beauty can never be full enough expressed | The promis'd Heav'n, Disease, or wrinkled Care,
by them: that proviuce belongs to the Muse. Fill with their loath'd embrace our eager gras,
The couclusion of the first book.

And leave us in a wilderness of woe
To weep at large; where shall we seek relief,

Where ease th'oppressive anguish of the mind, THE HARMONY OF MUSIC, `POETRY, AND THE

When Retrospection glows with conscious shame IMITATIVE ARTS.

By grey Experience in the wholesome school Of Harmony, and her celestial pow'r

Of Sorrow tutor'd? Whither shall we fiy? O’er the responsive soul, and whence arise To wilds and woods, and leave the busy world Those sweet sensations, whether from the lays

For solitude? Ah! thither still pursue Of melting music, and impassiop'd verse,

Th’intruding fiends, attend our cvening walk, From mimic scenes of emulative art,

Breathe in each breeze, and murmur in each rill; Or nature's beauteous objects, which affect Where Peace, protected by the turtle wing The moral pow'rs with sympathetic charms,

Of Innocence, expands the lovely bloom The Muse congenial sings.-Descend, ye Nine,

Of

gay Content, no more to be enjoy'd, Who guard th’ Aonian mount, whilst I unfold But lost for ever! Yet benignant Heav'n, The deep recesses of your tuneful haunts,

Correcting with rental pity, sent And from your inmost bow'rs select a bay This friendly siren from the groves of Joy, To deck the fav'rite theme. Do thou attend, To temper with mellifluent strains the voice Thou, wbom Lucretius to his great design

Of mental Anguish, and attune the groans Invok'd; and with thee bring thy darling son,

Of young Impatience, to the softer sound Who tun'd Anacreon's lyre, to guide my hand,

Of grateful Pæans to its Maker's praise. Advent'rous rais'd to sweep harmonious chords. Alike, if ills external, made our own, Come all ye sons of liberty, who wake

Mix in the cup of life the bitter drop From dreams of superstition, where the soul Of sorrow; when the childless father sighs Thro' mists of forc'd belief, but dimly views from the remembrance of his dying son; Its own gréat Maker; come, and I will guide, When Death has sever'd, with a long farewel, Uninterrupted by the jargon shriil

The lover from the object of desire, Of peevish priests, your footsteps to the throne In the full bloom of youth, and leaves the wretch, Where pleasure reigns with reason, to behold To sooth affliction in the well-known scenes His majesty celestial, and adore

Of blameless rapture once; uncouth Advice Him thro'cach object of proportion fair,

In vain intrudes with sacerdotal frown, The source of virtue, harmony, and bliss !

And Superstition's jargon, to expel Ere this delightful face of things adorn'd The sweet distress; the gen'rous soul disdains, The great expanse of day, dark Chaos reign'd, Deaf to such monkish precepts, all constraint, And elemental Discord; in the womb

And gives a loose to grief; but straight apply Of ancient Night, the war of atoms rag'd

The lenient force of numbers, they'll assuage Incessant; Anarchy, Confusion wild,

By calm degrees the sympathetic pain, Harsh Dissonance, and Uproar fill'd the whole; Till lulld at length, the intellectual pow'rs Till that Eternal One, who from the first Existed, sent his plastic word abroad

reserved for Copernicus so many ages after. Nor Throughout the vast abyss: created worlds was this sentiment of his unknown to the rest of F.It the sweet impuise, and obedient fled

the philosopliers: for the Stagyrite, in the 15th To stations ascertain'd; there to perform chapter of the 2d book arepi Oupays, speaks of it in Tbeir various motions, corresponding all

these terms. “Those philosophers, who are called To one harmonious plan, which faulers feign Pythagoreans, affirm, that the Sun is in the midThe mystic music of the distant spheres.

dle; and that the Earth, like the rest of the planets, All this the Samian sage' had seen at large, rolls round it upon its own axis, and so forms the

day and night." 1 It is very ev dent that Pythagoras, who is 3 The number of the planets. justly esteenied in one respeci the inventor of mu- Παντες δ' επίαπονοιο λυρης φθογΓοισι συναδες sic, had a clear notion of the present astronoinical

Αρμογεην προσεχεσι διαςας αλλος απ' αλλο. system, though the honour of the discovery was

Alex. Ephes, apud Heracl. de Hon.

Sink to divine repose, and rage no more.

Breathesam'rous airs, touch'd by the love-sick swain, So when descended rains from Alpine rocks Mute is each hill and dale; the list’ning herds s Burst forth in diff'rent torrents, down they rush Express their joy irrational (as erst Precipitate, and o'er the crazgy steep

When Fauns and Dryads follow'd ancient Pan Hoarse roaring bear the parted soil away; In festive dance.) Ask you, from whence arise Anon, collected on the smoother plains,

These grateful signs of pleasure in the gaze Glide to the channel of some ancient flood,

Of list'ning flocks at music's dulcet lore? And flow one silent stream. This oft I felt, From whence, but from responsive notes within When, wand'ring thro' the unfrequented woods, Of Harmony celestial, which inspires Mourning for poor Ardelia's hapless fate,

Each animal, thro' all the spacious tracts Thee, my belov'd Melodius, I have heard

Of earth, and air, and water, from the large In silent rapture all the live-long day.

Unwieldly elephant, to th’unseen mote, Tho'black Despair sate brooding o'er my thoughts That futters in the Sun's meridian beam. Pregnant with horror, thy Platonic lay

See! round that frayrantrose, whose sweetsperfume Dispell’d th’unmanly sorrows, and again

The tinctur'd pinions of the passing breeze, Led forth my vagrant fancy thro' the plan

How bees laborious gather! from each hive Of Nature, studious to explore with thee

The dusky myriads swarm, to taste the dew, Each beauteous scene of musical delight,

Just sprinkled from Aurora's golden plumes, Which bears fraternal likeness to the soul. Ambrosializ'd within its dulcet leaves,

Is there a passion”, whose impetuous force And sweets distilling like Arabian gums
Disturbs the human breast, and breaking forth From medicinal groves-homeward they bear
With sad eruptions, deals destruction round, The liquid spoil, exulting, all intent
Like flames convulsive from th' Etnean mole, T'enrich the waxen empire; till anon
But by the magic strains of some soft air

Luxurious plenty sois the fatal seed
Is harmoniz'd to peace? As tempests cease Of dire dissention; sudden rage ensues,
Their elemental fury, when the queen

And fight domestic; to the fields of air
Of Heav'n, descending on a Zephyr's plume, The winged hosts resort; the signals sound,
Smiles on th’enameld landscape of the spring. And civil slaughter strews the plains below
Say, at that solemn hour, the noon of night, With many a little corpse. But e'en amidst
When nought but plaintive Philomela wakes, The thickest war, let but the tuneful rod
Say, wbilst she warbles forth her tragic tale, On brazen cymbal strike, the lenient strains,
Whilst grief melodious charms the Sylvan pow'rs, Quick undulating thro' the silent air,
And Echo from her inmost cave of rest

Recal harmonious love and gentle peace Joins in her wailing, dost not th partake Back to their ancient seats; the friendly swarms A melancholy pleasure? And tho' rage

Sudden in reunited clusters join, Did lead thee forth beneath the silent gloom Pendent on neighb'ring sallows; nought is heard To meditate on hurrour and revenge,

But notes reciprocal of bliss sincere, Thy soften’d soul is gently sooth'd within, Soft breathing thro' each amicable live. And, humaniz'd again by Pity's voice,

Now to the Muse sublimer objects turn; Becomes as tender as the gail-less dove.

For mind alone can feel th’ effect divine Nor is the tuneful blessing here confin'd

Of emulative art, where human skill To cure distemper'd passions, and aliay

Strals with a Promethean band the fire
By its persuasive notes convulsive throbs

Of Heav'n, to imitate celestial pow'r.
Of soul alone; but (strange!) with subtie pow'r Deep in the vale of Solitude, where Peace
Acts on the grosser matter of the frame

Breathes O'er the soul diviner airs than those By riot shatter'd, or the casual lot

By Grecian fablers sung, which from the bauks Of sickness witherd. When th’ harmonious plan of famd Elysium waft on bappy shades Of inward beauty ceases, oft the lute,

Their grateful influence, in sequester'd bow'rs By soft vibrations on responsive nerves,

The pow'r of Art resides: Reflection firm, Has reconcil'd, by medicinal sounds,

And vagrant Fancy at her gov'reign nod Corporeal Chaos to its pristine form.

Attendant wait; behind th' ideal train Such is the fabled charm Italians boast

Of Memory, with retrospective eye To cure that insect's venotn, which benumbs Supports her throne, whilst Contemplation guides By fatal touch the frozen veins, and lulls

Her trophied car. Thro' Nature's various paths, The senses in oblivion: when the barp,

Alike, where slows the blossom'd pride of May, Sonorous, thro' the patient's bosom pours

Or where bleak Winter from the widow'd shrubs Its antidotal potes, the flood of life,

Strips the gay verdure, and invests the boughs Loos’d at its source by tepefying strains,

With spowy horrour; where delicious streams Flows like some frozen silver stream unthaw'd Thro' flow'ry meadows seek their wanton course; At a warm zephyr of the genial spring.

Or where on Afric's unfrequented coasts Doubt you those charms of music o'er the soul | The dreary desert burns; where e'er the ray Of man? Behold! e'en brute creation feels 4 Of beauty gilds the scene, or where the cloud Its pow'r divine! For when the liquid fute Of horrour casts its shade; she unrestraiu'd

Explores, and in her faithful mirror bears 3 Spirto ba' ben dissonante, anima sorde, The sweet resemblance, to revive the soul, Che dal concerto universal discorda.

When absence from the sight for ever tears L'Adone del Marino, Cant. sett. 4 See the surprising effects of music related s For do but note a wild and wanton herd, by Plato, Aristotle, Theophrastus, Polybius, and Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, &c. other ancient authors.

Shakesp. Merchant of Venice.

The source of rapture. Hence the tablet glows As the known imitation shall succeed,
With charms exotic; hence the sculptur'd bust, With equal lustre on a tyrant's frown,
As v'er the rock the plastic chissel moves,

As on the dimple of Pancaste's check,
Breathes by degrees, till straight returns afresh Or Delia's iv'ry neck. The melting tear
The lov'd idea to the ravish'd eye,

Drops from th’afflicted parent's joyless eye, And calls up every passion from its source. Not less delightful to th'attentive gaze

Is love the object of thy glowing thoughts? Of fixt examination, than the smiles Or dream'st thou of a bliss exceeding far

Of infant Cupids sporting thro' the groves, Elysian pleasures? Would'st thou taste again Where Venus sleeping lies. From nature for d, The heart-enfeebling transports, when the soul, The just resemblance from consenting thought Big with celestial triumph, thro' the vales Applause demands; and Fancy's ravish'd eye Of ain'rous Fancy led the sportive Hours

Sports o'er the painted surge, whose billows roll To soft Idalian airs, whilst wanton Loves

Tempestuous to the sky, with equal bliss, Strew'd round thee roses of eternal bloom,

As o'er the marble surface of the deep, And fann'd the sultry breeze with golden plumes ? When mild Favonius from the western isles, See! where, beneath a myrtle bow'r reclin'd, With youthful Spring flies gladsome o'er the main, Which on the canvas casts its cooling sbade, To seek bis gentle May; while Proteus rests Encircled in each other's arms, yon beauteous pair Deep in his ouzy bed, and halcyons call, Ju dalcet dalliance lie; the rigid frown

Secure of peace, their new-fledg'd young abroad. Of Çare ne'er low'rs, but ever cheerful smiles External matter thus by art is wrought, Effuse, like vernal suns, their genial beams Or with the pencil or the chissel's touch, Towarm their mutual hearts; whilst rapt'rous sighs, To give us back the image of the mind, Sweeter tbau aromatic winds wbich blow

Which snuiles to find its own conceptions there. O'er spicy groves in intermingled gales,

But can she draw the tenderness of thought?
Are wafted to th’impending queen of love. Can she depict the beauty of the soul,

But burns thy heart with uiore refip'd delight? And all th' internal train of sweet distress,
And would'st thou thro' the faithful colours view Wben friendship o'er the recent grave declines
Calm Chastity and Justice blend their charms Its sick’ning head, as ev'ry action dear,
Like gleams of opening Heav'n? Yon radiant throne | And ev'ry circumstance of mutual love
Presents great Cyrus, as the Magi feign'd

Returus afresh; wbile from the streaming eyes
The snowy-vested Mithres, from the cast

Bursts forth a flood of unavailing tears, Descending in effulgent rays of light,

Of parting tears, ere yet they close the tomb?
To guide the virtuous to th' etherial plains, Or, can she from the colours that adorn
Wbere joy for ever dwells. Before bim stands The wat'ry bow; from all the splendid store
A trembling captive, with dejected looks,

That Flora lavishes in vernal hours
As conscious of ber form: upon ber checks Ou wanton Zephyr; from the blazing mine
The rose of beauty fades, with paler hue

Where Plutus reigns, can she select a bloom
The lily sickens, and each flow'r declines

To emulate the patriot's bosom, when the wealth Its drooping head. But see! how he revives Of nations, all imperial pomp is scorn'd, With unexpected hopes her tortur'd breast, And tyrants frown in vain, yet to the last And joy's soft blush appears! So the bless'd wings He breathes the social sigh, and even in death Of western zephyrs, o'er Arabian coasts,

With blessing ou bis native country calls !-Sprinkle their heav'nly dew; the wither'd plants That only to the Muse belongs, to show Incline their sun-parch'd bosoms to imbibe How charms each moral beauty, how the scene The renovating moisture, till anon

Of goodness pleases the responsive soul, The pristine bloom thro' vegetative pores And sooths within the intellectual pow'rs Returning, smiles in ev'ry tlow'ry vale,

With sympathetic order. For at tirst,
And decks the neighb'ring hills with verdant pride. This emanation of the source of life

Such groups as these instruct th’unbiass'd nind Unsullied glows, till o'er th’etherial rays
With real wisdom, when with Beauty's garb Opinion casts a tincture, and infects
Virtue invested, and ne'er fading charms,

The mental optics with a jaundice hue;
Fills with desire the soul; here Art employs Then, like the domes beneath a wizard's wand,
To worthy ends her pencil as of old,

Each object, as the bellish artist wills,
And calls the hero to receive the wreath

A shape fallacious wears.-- throng, ye youth, Of public hobour, whilst his sacred bust

Around the poet's song, whose sacred lays Is still preserv'd for nations yet unborn

Breathe no infectious vapours from the coasts, To view with adoration; every breast

Where Indolence supinely nods at ease, Feels emulative spirits burn within,

And ofiers to the passing crowd her couch And longs to join the honour'd list of fame. Of down, whilst infant vices lull the mind

Yet still ber influence is not less confessid To fatal slumbers; other themes invite In other forms, to raise abhorrence fierce,

My faithful band to strike the votive lyre. To paint in hideous shapes the crew of Vice, Lo! Virtue comes in more effulgent pomp, And all her train of sure-attending woes.

Than what the great impostor promis'd oft These objects have their diff'rent graces too, To cheated crowds of Mussulmen, beside And glow, if faithful, thro' the mimic scenes The winey rivers and refreshing shades With charms peculiar. For perfection sitso, Of Paradise; and lo! the dastard train

Of pleasure disappears. So fleet the shades, 6 See the reason in Aristotle assigned, why the mind is as much delighted with aptness of descrip-scription. Arist. de Poet. cap. 4. So Plutarch tion to excite the image, as with the image in de- de Aud. Poet. See his Symp. lib. 5.

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That wander in the dreary gloom of night, Or, humbler seated, in the blushing rose,
When from the eastern hills Aurora pours The virgin vi'let, or the creeping moss,
Her flood of glory, and relumes the world. Or winding round the mould’ring ruin's top,
Be she my great protectress, she my guide With no unpleasing horrour sit array'd
Thro' lofty Pindus, and the laurel grove,

In venerable ivy: hail, thrice hail,
Wbilst I thro' unfrequented paths pursue

Ye solitary seats, where Wisdom 'seeks
The steps of Grecian sages, and display

Beauty and Good, th' unseparable pair,
The just similitude of moral charms,

Sweet offspring of the sky, those emblems fair
Of Harmony and Joy, with this fair frame Of the celestial Cause, whose tuneful word
Of outward things, which thro' untainted sense From discord and from chaos rais'd this globe,
With a fraternal goodness fires the soul.

And all the wide effulgence of the day.

From him begins this beam of gay delight,
When aught harmonious strikes th attentive inind;

In him shall end; for he attun'd the frame
BOOK II.

Of passive organs with internal sense,

To feel an instantaneous glow of joy,
ARGUMENT.

When Beauty from her native seat of Heay'a,

Cloth'd in etherial mildness, on our plains
Invocation to the moral train of harmony: exter- Descends, ere Reason with her tardy eye

nal objects analogous to them. The seats of can view the form divine; and thro’ the world
rural beauty. Every kind of beauty charms, The heav'nly boon to ev'ry being flows.
exclusive of any secondary motive. The an- Why, when the genial Spring with chapletscrown'd
nual renovation of nature. The complicated of daisies, pinks, and vi'lets, wakes the morn
charms of various objects. The great, the With placid whispers, do the turtles coo,
wonderful, the fair: the contrast to the same And call their consorts from the neighb'ring groves
harmonious, when united to the universal plan with softer music? why exalts the lark
of nature. Abstracted objects, how they work His matin warbling with redoubled lays?
upon the mind: with gaiety: with horrour: with Why stand th’admiring herds with joyful gaze
sorrow, admiration, &c. Moral beauty supe. Facing the dawo of day, or frisking bound
rior to natural, a view of the universe: the har. O'er the soft surface of the verdant meads,
mony of the whole: what to be deduced from With unaccustom'd transport? Tis the ray
it. Contemplation on beauty and proportion of beauty, beaming its benignant warmth
in external objects, barınonizes the soul to a Thro' all the brute creation: hence arise
sympathetic order. The conclusion.

Spontaneous off'rings of unfeigned love

In silent praises. And shall man alone,
THE HARMONY OF NATURE.

Shall man with blind ingratitude neglect
Come all ye moral Genii, who attend

His Maker's bounty? Shall the lap of Sloth,
The train of Rural Beauty, bring your gifts,

With soft insensibility compose
Your fragrant chaplets, and your purple wreaths, The renovated lustre of the world?

His useless soul, whilst unregarded blooms
To crown your poet's brow; come all ye pow'rs, See! how eternal Hebe onward leads
Wbo haunt the sylvan shades, where Solitude
Nurses sweet Contemplation; come ye baud

The blushing Morn, and o'er the smiling globe,
Of Graces, gentle Peace, Contentment fair,

With Flora join'd, flies gladsome to the bow'r, Sweet Innocence, and snowy-winged Hope,

Where with the Graces, and Idalian Loves,

Her sister Beauty dwells. The glades expand
Why sport with young Simplicity beneath
Her mossy root; around my faithful lays

The blossom'd fragrance of their new-blown pride,
Lead forth in festive pomp your paramours,

With gay profusion; and the flow'ry lawns

Breathe forth ambrosial odours; whilst behind,
Of nature", deck'd in Spring's Elysian blooin, The Muse in never-dying hymns of praise
Or Autumn's purple robes; whilst I relate
In sounds congenial your untainted bliss,

Pursues the triumph, and responsive airs

Symphonious warble thro' the vocal groves,
And their unfading lustre. Nor be thou
Far from my lyre, O Liberty! sweet nymph,

Till playful Echo, in each hill and dale,
Who roam'st at large thro' unfrequented groves,

Joins the glad chorus, and improves the lay.
Swift as the mountaia hind; or eastern winds

First o'er yon complicated landscape cast O'er Asia's kingdoms.-To each nat'ral scene

Th'enraptur'd eye, where, thro' the subject plains,

Slow with unajestic pride a spacious flood
A moral power belongs; as erst the woods,

Devolves his lordly stream; with many a turn
Inspir’d by Dryads, wav'd their awful heads
With sacred horrour, and the crystal streains

Seeking along his serpentizing way,

And in the grateful intricacies feeds
Flow'd unpolluted by revering swains

With fruitful waves those ever-smiling shores,
From urns celestial, whilst the mystic sounds,
Of sportive nymphs were heard in bubbling springs. 8 Whatever is true, just, and harmonious, whe-

Ye fields and woods, and silver winding streams, ther in nature or morals, gives an immediate
Ye lilied valleys, and resounding rocks,

pleasure, exclusive of reflection : nor, as beauty is Where faithful Echo dwells; ye mansions blest not vague and unsettled, but fixt to a proper criWhere Nature reigns throughout the wide expanse, terion, are we left indifferent; but led naturally to In majesty serene of opening Heav'n;

embrace it, by that propensity the divine Author

of all things implanted in us. See the Charac* Natural objects, which produce in the mind teristics, and An Enquiry into the Origin of our such images.

Ideas of Beauty and Virtue,

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Which in the floating mirror view their charms Where Youth administers the sprightly bowl With conscious glory; from the neigh'bring urns Of care-beguiling Mirth; and bark! the sound Th’inferior rivers swell his regal pomp

Of sportive Laughter, to the native home Witb tributary off’ripgs. Some afar

Of silent Night, with all her meagre crew Thro' silent osiers, and the sullen green

Chaces abhorred Grief. Prepare the songs Of niournful willows, melancholy flow:

Of mental triumph; let the jocund harp Some o'er the rattling pebbles, to the Sun In correspondent notes deceive the bours, Obvious, with colourd rays refracted, shine And Merriment with Love shall sport around. Like gems which sparkle on th' exalted crowns But what perceive we in those dusky groves, Of kings barbaric: others headlong fall

Where cypress with funereal borrour shades From a high precipice, whose awful brow, Some rain'd tomb; where deadly hemloc chills Fring'd with a sable wood, nods dreadful o'er Th’unfruitful glebe, and sweating yews distil The deep below, which spreads its wat'ry lap linmedicable poison? In those plains, To catch the gushing homage, then proceeds Black Melancholy dwells with silent Fear, With richer waves than those Pactolus erst And Superstition fierce, the foulest fiend Pour'i o'er his golden sands; or yellow Po, That ever sullied light. Here frantic Woe9 Ting'd with the tears of aromatic trees.

Tears her dishevelld hair; here pale Disease Then at a distance, thro' the parted cliffs Hangs down her sickly head; and Death, behind, In unconfiad perspective send thy gaze,

With sable curtains of eternal night, Discaining limit, o'er the green expanse

Closes the ghastly prospect.

-From the good Oi oceani, swelling his cerulean tide,

Far be this horrid group! the foot of Peace Whilst on th' unruMed bosom of the deep

And Innocence should tread the bless'd retreat A halcyon stillness reigns; the boist'rous winds, Of pleasant Tempe, or the flow'ry field Husht in Ævlian caves, are lullid to rest,

Of Enda, glowing with unfading bloom, And leave the placid main without a wave.

Responsive to the moral charms withiu. E'en western Zephyrs, like unfrighted doves, Those horrid realms let guilty villains haunt, Skim gently o'er with reverential awe,

Who rob the orphan, or the sacred trust Nor move their silent plumes. At such a time Of friendship break; the wretch who never felt Sweet Amphitrite, with her azure train

Stream from his eye the comfortable balm, Of marine nymplis, emerging from the flood, Which social Sorrow mixes with her tears; Whilst ev'ry Triton tun'd his vocal shell

Such suit their minds. There let the tyrant howl, To hymeneal sounds, from Nereus' court

And Hierarchy, ministress abhorr'd Came to espouse the monarch of the main, Of Pow'r illicit, bound with iron chains In nuptial pomp attir'd... Now change the scene, She made for Liberty and Justice, gnash Nor less admire those things, which viewd apart Her foaming teeth, and bite the scourge in vain. Unicouth appear, or horrid; ridges black

Or when the stillness of the grey-ey'd Eve, Of shagged rocks, which hang tremendous o'er Brok'ı only by the beetle's drowsy hum, Some barren heath; the congregated clouds luvites us forth to solitary vales, Which spread their sable skirts, and wait the wind Where awful ruins on their mossy roofs To burst th’embosom’d storm; a leafless wood, Denote the flight of Time; the pausing eye A mould'ring ruin, lightning-blasted fields, Sluw round the gloomy regions casts its glance, Nay, e'en the seat where Desolation reigus Whilst from within the intellectual pow'rs, In brownest horror, by familiar thought

With melancholy pleasure on the brow Connected to this universal frane,

Of thoughtful adıniration fix the sign With equal beauty charms the tasteful soul, Of guiltless transport; not with frantic noise, As the gold landscapes of the happy isles

Nor the rude laughter of an idiot's joy; Crown'd with Hesperian fruit : for Nature form’d But with the smiles that Wisdom, temp'ring oft One plan entire, and made each sep'rate scene With sweet Content, effuses. Here the mind, Co-op'rate with the gen'ral force of all

Lullid by the sacred silence of the place,
In that harmonious contrast. Hence the fair, Dreams with enchanted rapture of the grove
Tie wonderful, the great, from diff'rent forms Of Academus, and the solemn walks,
Owe their superior excellence. The light, As erst frequented by the god-like band
Not intermingled with opposing shades,

Of Grecian sages; to the list ning ear
Had shone unworship'd by the Persian priest Socratic sounds are heard, and Plato's self
With undistinguish'd rays. Yet still the hue
Of separated objects tinge the sight

9 The ancients, who had always this analogy With their own likeness; the responsive soul, between natural and moral objects in view, imaCameleon like, a just resemblance bears,

gined every gloomy place like this to be inhabited And faithful, as the silent mirror, shows

by such personages. Creon, in the Clipus of In its true bosom, whether from without

Seneca, after he has described-procul ab urbe A blooming Paradise smiles round the land, jucus ilicibus niger, goes on to relate what he sae Or Stygian darkness blots the realms of day. there by the power of necromancy. Say, when the siniling face of youthful May

cæcus furor Invites soft Zephyr to her fragrant lap,

Horrorque, & una quidquid æternæ oreant And Phæbus wantons on the glitt'ring streams, Celantque tenebræ; luctus evelleus comam, Glows not thy blood with unaccustom'd joy, Ægreque lassum sustinens morbus caput, And love unfelt before? Methinks the train

Gravis senectus sibimet, & pendens metus. Of fair Euphrosyné, heart-easing Smiles,

And to objects of a different nature, we give the Hope, and her brother Love, and young Delight, moral epithets of gay, lively, cheerful, &c. beCome to invite me to ambrosial feasts,

cause the mind is so affected,

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