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This thinking mirth not always in the wrong, Behold, in fair autumnal honours spread, Would soinetimes condescend to hear a song; The wheaten garland wreathe the laureld head; And that, fatigued with his exaited fits,
Where stagnant waves did iu dull lakes appear, His beauties, gewgaws, whirligigs, and wits, Rich harvests wave, the bounty of the year; Would leave them all, far happier to regale In barren heaths, where summer never smild, With prose and friendship o'er a pot of ale. The rural city rises o'er the wild; Then to thy friend's opinion sometimes yield, Along the cool canal, or shooting grore, And seem to lose, although thoù gain'st the field; Disport the sons of mirth and gamesome lore. Nor, proud that thy superior sense be shown, It now remains I counsel, if indeed Rail at his studies, and extol yonr own,
My counsel, friend, can stand thee ought in stead. For when Aurora weeps the balmy dew, Judge well of whom you speak; nor will you fied (And dreamns, as reverend dreamers tell, are true) It always safe to tell each pran your mind. Sir George my shoulder slaps, just in the time Ev'n honesty regard to safety ores; When some rebellious word consents to rhyme:, Nor need it publish all it thinks and knows. Sudden my verses take the rude alarm,
Th’ eternal quest'ner shun: a certain rule, New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm; There is no blab like to the quest'ning food; I start, I stare, 1 question with my eyes :
Ev'n scarce before you turn yourself about, At once the whole poetic vision flies.
Whate'er he hears his leaky tongue runs out; “Up, up," exclaims the knight; "the season fair, The word elanc'd no longer we controul, See how serene the sky, how calm the air ; Once sally'd forth, it bursts from pole to pole. Hark! from the hills the cheerfal horns rebound, Guard well your heart, ah! still be beauty-proo And Echo propagates the jovial sound;
Beneath fair friendship's venerable roof, The certain hound in thought his prey pursues, What though she shines the brightest of the fair, The scent lies warm, and loads the tainted dew's." | A form even such as Wallace seli might wear! I quit my couch, and cheerfully obey,
What though no rocks nor marble arm her brasi, Content to let the younker bave his way; A yielding Helen to her Trojan guest, I mount my courser, fleeter than the wind, The dangerous combat fly: why wouldst thou gain And leave the rage of poetry behind:
A shameful conquest won by years of pain? But when, the day in healthful labour lost, For kuow, the short-liy'd guilty rapture past, We eat our supper earn'd at common cost; [troul, Reflection comes, a dreadful judge, at last: When each frank tongue speaks out without con- 'Tis that avenges (such its pointed stings) And the free heart expatiates o'er the bowl; The poor man's cause on statesmen and on kings. Though all love prose, my poetry finds grace, To praise aright, is sure no easy art; And, pleas'd, I chant the glories of the chase. Yet prudence here directs the wise man's part
Of old, when Scotia's sous for empire fought, Let long experience then confirm the friend, Ere avarice had debas'd each generous thought, Dire to his depth of soul, ere you commend. Ere yet, each manlier exercise forgot,
Should you extol the fool but slightly known, One half had learn'd to dose, one balf to vote, Guiltless you blush for follies not your own. Each hardy toil confirmn'd their dawning age, Alas! we err: for villains can betray, And mimic sights inspir'd to martial rage; And gold corrupt the saint of yesterday. 'Twas theirs with certain speed the dart to send, Then yield, convicted by the public voice, With youthful force the stubborn yew to bend; And frankly own the weakness of your cboiceni O'ercame with early arm the fiercest floods, So greater credit shall your judgment gaio, Or rang'd'midst chilling stows the pathless woods; When you defend the worth that knares arraigt; Toilld for the savage boar on which they fed: Whose soul secure, confiding in your aid, 'Twas thus the chief of Bannockburn was bred; Hopes the kind shelter of your friendly shade; That gave (not polisb’d then below mankind) Wheu enry on his spotless name shall fall Strength to the limbs, and vigour to the mind. Whose venom'd tooth corrupts and blackeos The smiling dame, in those victorious days, This mutual help the kindred virtues claim; Was woo'd by valour, not seduc'd by praise; For calumny eats on from fame to fame. Who ne'er did fears, but for her country, feel, When o'er thy neighbour's roof the flames apo And never saw her lover, but in steel;
Say, claims it not thy care to quench the fire? Could make a Douglas' stubborn bosom yield, When envy rages, small the space betwixt,.. And send her bero raging to the field;
In worth ally'd, thy character is next. Heard kind the honest warrior's one-tongu'd vow, Fir'd at the first with what the great impah, Pleas'd with a genuine heart, as H*** is now. Frank we give way, and yield up all the heart How would the generous lass detest to see How sweet the converse of the potent friend! An essenc'd fopling puling o'er bis tea;
How charming when the mighty condesceod! Ab how, distasteful of the mimic show,
The smile so affable, the courtly word? Disdain the false appearance, as a foe!
And, as we would a mistress, trust a lord. To greet, unfolding every social charm,
Th’experienc'd dread the cheat; with prudent care Her soldier from the field of glory warm.
Distrust alike the powerful and the fair. But now, alas! these generous aiins are o'er; Thou, when thy vessel Alies before the wind, Each foe insults, and Britain fights no more, Think on the peaceful port thou left behind; * Yet bumbler tasks may claim the patriot's toil! Though all serene, yet bear an humble sail, Who aids her laws no more, may mend her soil, Lest veering greatness shift the freacherous gaa Since to be happy man must ne'er be still, How various, man! yet such are Nature's lars, Th' internal void let peaceful labours fill; With powerful force each different bumour dray: When kind amusements hours of fame employ, The grave the cheerful hate; these hate the sad; The working mind subsides to sober joy: Your sober wiseman thinks the wit quite mad;
He, happy too in wit's inverted rule,
Like Tityrus, bless'd among the rural shades, Thinks every suber wiseman more than fool; Whose hallow'd round no guilty wish invades; Whose active mind fromu tvil to toil can run, No joy tumultuous, no depressing care; And join the rising to the setting sun,
All that I want is Amaryllis there; Like Philip's son for fame, pursuing gains Where silver Forth each fair meander leads While yet one penny upsubdued remains;
Through breathing harvests and empurpled meads; Adinires how lovers waste th’inactive day, Whose russet swains enjoy the goldeu dream, . Sizh, midst the fair, their gentle souls away.
And thankful bless the plenty-giving stream. The tuneful bard, who boasts his varied strains, There youth, couvine'd, foregoes each daring Shares with the lark the glory of the plains, And settling manhood takes a surer aiin; (ciaim, Whose life th' impression of no sorrow knows, Till age accomplish late the fair design, So smoothily caim, be scarcely feels it flows. And calm possess the good, if age be mine. In vocal woods each fond conceit pursues,
What think'st thou, then, my friend, shall be my Pleas'd with the gingling bauble of a muse,
cares, Pities the toiling madman's airy scheme,
My daily studies, and my nightly prayers?
Nor yet repugnance at the lot express,
Should fate decree that little to be less, Who dares refuse liis bomper and his lass; That what remains of life to Heav'n I live, Still urging on, what boots it that you swear
If life indeed has any time to give: 1 You dread the vapours and nocturnal air;
Or if the fugitive will no longer stay, Yet giant a little to the social vine,
To part as friends should do, and slip away: Full on the friend with cloudless visage shine, Thankful to Heav’n, or for tbe good supply'd, Oft sullen silence speaks a want of sense,
To leav'u submissive for the good deny'd, Or fully !urks beneath the wise pretence.
Renounce the household charm, a bliss disine ! Is there severe, who balks the genial hour? Heav'n never meant for me, and I resign: He's not so sober, were he not so sour.
In other joys th' allotted hours improve, ! But, above all, I charge thee o'er and o'er, And gain in friendship what was lost in love: Fair Prace through all her secret haunts explore; Some comfort snatch'd, as each vain year return'd, Consult the learu'd in life (these best advise), When nature suffer'd, or when frieurship mourn'd, The good in this, more knowing than the wise;
Of all that stock so fatally bereft, Their sacred science learn, and what the art Once youth's proud boast, alas! the little left; To guard the sallies of th' impetuous heart; These friends, in youth belov'd, in manhood tried, With temper due th' internal poise to keep, Age must not change through avarice or pride: Not soaring impudent, nor servile creep;
For me let wisdom's sacred fountain Now, How sure thyself, thy friends, thy God to please, The cordial draught that sweetens every woe; Firm health without, within unshaken peace; Let fortune kind, the just enough provide, Lest keen desire, still making new demands, Nor dubious float on bope's uncertain tide ; Should raise new fues unnumber'd on thy hands: Add thoughts coinpos'd, affections ever even.“ Or hope, or fear inspire th' upmanly groan, Tlius far suffices to have ask'd of Heaven, For things of little use, perhaps of none:
Who in the dispensations of a day, [away; Who best can purcoase virtue's righteous dow'r, Grants life, grants death ; now gives, now takes The sage with wisdom, or the king with powr: To scaffolds oft the ribbon'd spoiler brings; Or if the mighty blessing stands confin'd, Takes power from statusmen, and their thrones To the chaste, nature and the heav'n-taught
from kinys; iniud:
Proin the unthankful heart the bliss decreedAnd chief thi' important lesson wise attend, But leaves the man of worth still bless'd indeed: What makes thee to thyseif thyself's best friend : Be lite Ileaven's gift, ba mine the care to find If gold a pure tranquillity bestows,
Still equal to itselt the talane'd mind; Or greatness can ensure a night's repose;
Fame, beauty, wealth forgot, each human toy,' Or must we seek it in the secret road
With thoughtful quiet pleas'd, and virtuous joy; Tbat leads through virtue to the peaceful God; In these, and these alone, supreinely blest,tılır A shaded walk, where, separate from the throng,
When fools and madmen scramble for the rest We steal through life all unperceiv'd along.
ODE I. Foresaw that day of triuinph from afar, When warring passions mingling in the fray, Water, great principle whence nature springs, Had drawn the youthful wanderer from his way: The prime of elements, and first of things, But recollecting the short errour, mourn'd, Amidst proud riches' soul.inflaming store, And duteoas to the warning voice return'd.
As through the night the fiery blaze No more the passions' hurrying into strife,
Paurs all around the streaming rays, My soul enjoys the gentler calms of life.
Conspicuous glows the golden par.
But if thee, O my soul, a fond desire
Thee bore aloft to Jove on high; To sing the contests of the great,
Where since young Ganymede, sweet Pbryeian Calls forth t'awake th'ethereal fire:
Succeeded to the ministry of joy,
(boy, What subject worthier of the lyre,
And nectar banquet of the sky.
But when no more on Earth thy form was seen,
Conspicuous in the walks of men,
Thy searching train sent to explore
Thy lurking-place, could thee restore,
The weeping fair's supreme delight: '
Then Envy's forked tongue began t' ipfest
And wound thy sire's uncainted fanie,
Had serv'd thee up a borrid feast,
Subdued by force of all-devouring flame; When borne along the flowery side,
But, the blest pow'rs of Hear'n t'accuse, Where smooth Alpheus' waters glide,
Far be it from the holy Muso, Their voluntary virtue flies,
Of such a feast impure; Nor needs the drivers rousing cries,
Vengeance protracted for a time, But rapid seize the dusty space,
Still overtakes the slapderer's crime, To reap the honours of the race,
At Heaven's slow appointed hour. The merit of their speed;
Yet certain, if the pow'r who vide surveys, And bind with laurel-wreath the maply brows From his watch-tow'r, the earth and seas, Of hin the mighty king of Syracuse,
E’er dignify'd the perishable race;
Him, 'Tantalus they rais'd on high,
Exalted to sublimest grace. From Elis, Pelops led to new abudes;
But his proud heart was lifted up and vain,
Weak and frail bis mortal brain,
The lot superior to sustain;
He fell degraded from his bliss.
For on bis bead th' Almighty Sire, With putent charm and mystic strain,
Potent in his kindled ire, When by bis cruel father slain,
Hung a rock's monstrous weight:
Too feeble to remove the load,
Fix'd by the sauction of the god,
He wander'd erring from delight.
The watchful synod of the skies decreed
His wasted heart a prey to endless woes,
On Earth secure, a stranger to repose. But chief to verse these wonderous pow'rs Because, by mad ambition drif'n, belong,
He robb’d the sacred stores of Hear'n: Such grace has Heaven bestow'd on song;
Th'ambrosial vintage of the skies Blest parent! from whose loins immortal joys,
Became the daring spoiler's prize, To mitigate our pain below,
And brought to sons of mortal earth Softening the annuusb of our woe,
The banquet of celestial birth,
With endless blessings fraught, Song can o'er unbelief itself prevail;
And to his impious rev'lers pour'd the wine, The virtue of its magic art,
Whose precious sweets make blest the posts Can make the most amazing tale
divine, With shafts of eloquence assail,
Gift of the rich immortal draaght. Victorious, the yielding heart:
Foolish the man who hopes his crimes may lie But Time on never-ceasing wings
Unseen by the supreme all-piercing ere;
The works of inen with broad survey,
As in the blazing fame of day,
Therefore his son th' immortals back again Therefore, O son of Tantaius! will
Sent to these death-obnoxious abodes, In other guise thy wond'rous tale unfold,
To taste his share of human pain, And juster to the rules of the sky,
Exild from the celestial reign,
But when the fleeoy down began
To clothe bis chin, and promise man;
The shafts of young desire,
And love of the fair fernale kind,
Inflam'd the youthful-liero's mind,
And set bis amorous soul on fire
Won by fair Hippodamia's lovely eyes,
And on the sacred altar lies The Pisan tyrant's blooming prize,
The victim, snioking to the skies, High in bis bepes he purpos'd to obtain;
When heroes, at the solemn shrine, O’ercome her savage sire in arms,
luvoke the pow'rs with rites diviner The price of her celestial charıns;
From every distant soil,
And drive about the consecrated mound
The sounding car, or on the listed ground And secret season of the night;
Urge the feet racers, or the wrestlers' Oft, on the margin of the tood
toil. Alone, the raging lover stood,
Happy the man wbom favouring fate allows Till to bis long-desiring sight,
The wreaths of Pisa to surround his brows;
All wedded to delight, his after-days
In calm and even tenour run,
The noble dow'r of conquest won,
Such conscious pleasure flows from praise.
Thee, Muse, great Hiero's virtue to prolong,
Exalting o'er the vulgar throng,
His garland of Olympian fame.
Nor shalt thou, O! my Muse, e'er find And me, who dare adventurous to aspire,
A more sublime or worthier mind, Me grant, propitious, to succeed,
To better fortunes born: Enduing with unrival'd speed
On whom the gracious love of God, The flying car, decreed to gain
The regal pow'r has kind bestow'd, Tbe laurel-wreath, on Elis' plain,
And arts of sway, that power to adorn. Vietorious o'er the father's pow'r; Still may thy God, O potent king! employ Wbo dire, so many hapless lovers slain,
His sacred ministry of joy, Does still a maid the wond'rous fair detain,
Solicitous with tutelary care,
Thy blessings lasting as they're greaty
The pious poet's constant pray?r.
Then to the mighty bounty of the sky,
The Muse shall add a sweeter lay,
With wing sublime when she shall ny, Doom'd to the urn, or soon or late:
Where Cronius rears his cliffs on high, What mind resolvd and brave would sleep away Smote with the burning shafts of day; His life, when glory warms the blood,
If the Muses' quiver'd god
Pave for song the even road
With sacred rapture warm,
A further fight aloft in air
Elanc'd, shall wing my tuneful spear,
More vigorous from the Muse's arın. To raise my glory to the skies;
To many heights the daring climber springs, Gracious, O! favouring pow'r, give ear, Ere hs the highest top of pow'r shait gain; ludulgent to my vow sincere,
Chief seated there the majesty of kings;
The rest at different steps below remain: So pray'd the boy: nor fell his words in vain,
Exalted to that wondrous height, Unheeded by the ruler of the main;
T' extend the prospect of delight, A golden ear, earth's shaking pow'r bestow'd,
May'st thou, O Hiero! live content,
On the top of all ascent:
To thee, by bounteous fates, be giv'a !
T'inhabit still thy lofty Heav'n: The ardent youth demands the promis'd fight;
To me, in arts of peace,
Still to converse with the fair victor host,
For graceful song, au honourable boast,
Conspicuous through the realms of Greece, To win the sweet celestial maid,
She with six sons, a fair increase,
Whom virtue's love inspir'd;
The noblest praise the youth acquir’d.
Whose bumid train wide spreads the Pisan O SOVEREIGN hymns! that powerful reign
Whoin will ye choose to raise;
What god shall
now the verse resound; The vows of stranger.chiefs are paid, What chief, for godlike deed renowu'd,
Exalt to loftiest praise?
Pisa is Jove's: Jove's conquering son
No more, they ' think of Cadmus, mournish First the Olympic race ordain'd;
swain! The first fair fruits of glory won
Succeeding joys dispel his former pain.
And Semele, of rosy hue,
Whom the embracing Thunderer slem,
Exalted pow to Heav'n's abodes,
Herself a goddess blithe, dwells with immortal
gods. Theron, bis virtues to approve,
Batbed in tb' ambrosial odburs of the sky,
Her long dishevel'd tresses fly:
Her, Minerva still approves;
She is her prime and darling joy:
Her, Heav'u's lord supreinely loves;
As does his rosy son, the ivy-crowned boy.
Thou Ino too! in pearly cells, For him the lyre awakes the strain,
Where Nereus' sea-green daughter dwells, The stranger welcom'd at his gates
Enjoy'st a lot divine: With hospitable love humane.
No more of suffering mortal strain,
An azure goddess of the main,
Eternal rest is thine.
Knows not the hour he sure foresees, Of a fair stem, bimself a fairer flow'r,
Nor with the eyes of nature can Who, soon transplanted from their native soil, Pierce through the hiciden deep decrees, Wander'd many climates o'er,
Nor sees he if bis radiant day, Till after long and various toil,
That in meridian splendour gloss, On the fair river's destin'l bauk they found
Shall gild his evening's quiet close, Their sacred seat, and heav'n-chose ground: Soft smiling with a farewel ray. Where stood delightful to the eye
As when the ocean's refluent tides, The fruitful, beauteous Sicily,
Within his hollow womb subsides, And could a pumerons issue boast, (the coast.
Is beaid to sound no more;
The following years all took their silver flight, Flood solid on flood it pours amait,
And su'eeps the sandy shore:
So Fortune, mighty queen of life,
Works up proud man, her destin'd slave,
Now mounted to the height of bliss, Who dost thy sacred throue uphold
He seems to mingle with the sky;
0111111 On high Olympus' hit;
Now looking down with girlds eye, Whose role th Olympic race obeys,,,
Sees the retreating waters fly, Who guid'st Alpheus' winding maze,
And trembles at the deep abyss.
12 in hymns delighting still;
As, by experience led, the searching mind
PM Grant, gracious w he godlike race,
Revolves the records of still-changing fate, Their children's children to sustain,
Such dire rererses shall be find Peaceral through time’s ne'er-endiog space, due
Oft mark the fortunes of the great! The sceptre and paterial reign.
Now bounteous gods, with blessings all divine, For 'Time, th aged sire of all,
Exalt on high the sceptred line, The deed impatient of delay,
Now the bright scene of laureld years, Which the swift hour has wingd away,
At once quick-shifting, disappears; Just or, uinust, can ne'er recall,
And in their radiant room succeeds But when calmer days sucreed,
A dismal train of ills, and tyrannpus misdeeds. Of fair event, and loreix deed,
Since the curst hour the fateful son
Plung'd in the guilt he sought to shun,
And saw bencath his hasty rage When Heav'n severe and angry lours,
The huary king, Heaven's victim, bled; Forgotten lies and past.
Deaf to a father's pleading age, Thus mild, and lenieut of his frown,
His erring hands fulfilld, what guilty fate When Jore regards our adverse fate,
decțeed. And sends his chosen blessings down
Erynnis, dreadful sury! saw To cherr below our mortal
The breach of wature's holiest law, Then foriner evils, indious broud,
She mounts ber booked car; Before the hoax'n-born blessings fly,
Through Phucis' death-derot d ground Or trodden duwo subjected lie,
She flew, and gave the nations round Soon yamguish'd by the victur-yood,
'To the wide waste of war: With thy fair daughters, Cadmys! best agrees By mutual havds the brothers died, The Muse's song, who, after many woes,
Furious on mutual wounds they run;
Sons, fathers, swoll the sanguine tide;
Fate drove the purple deluge ou.