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I DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON

COLLEGE.

Ανθρωπος ικανη προφασις εις το δυςυχειν.

MENANDER.

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Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,

That crown the watry glade,
Where grateful Science still adores

Her HENRY's holy shade ;*
And ye, that from the stately brow
Of Windsor's heights the expanse below

Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among
Wanders the hoary Thames along

His silver winding way:

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!

Ab, fields belov'd in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,

A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow,

As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
My weary soul they seem to sooth,
And, redolent of joy and youth,t

To breathe a second spring.

* King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College.
+ And bees their honey redolent of spring.

Dryden's Fable on the Pythag. System, VOL. XXIX.

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Say, Father T'HAMES, for thou hast seen

Full many a sprightly race
Disporting on thy margent green

The paths of pleasure trace ;
Who foremost now delight to cleave,
With pliant arm thy glassy wave?

The captive linnet which enthral?
What idle progeny succeed
To chase the rolling circle's speed,

Or urge the flying ball ?

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While some on earnest business bent

Their murm’ring labours ply 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint

To sweeten liberty :
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,

And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,

And snatch a fearful joy.

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,

Less pleasing when possess'd; The tear forgot as soon as shed,

The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new,

And lively Cheer, of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light,

That fy the approach of morn.

Alas! regardless of their doom

The little victims play!
No sense have they of ills to come,

Nor care beyond to-day :
Yet see, how all around them wait
The Ministers of human fate,

And black Misfortune's baleful train !
Ah, show them where in ambush stand,
To seize their prey, the murd'rous band !

Ah, tell them they are men!

These shall the fury Passions tear,

The vultures of the mind,
Disdainful Anger, pallid fear,

And Shame that skulks behind;
Or pining love 'shall waste their youth,
Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth,

That inly gnaws the secret heart :
And Envy wan, and faded Care,
Grim visag'd comfortless Despair,

And Sorrow's piercing dart.

Ambition this shall tempt to rise,

Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,

And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,

That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow ;
And keen Remorse, with blood defild,
And moody madness laughing wild*
Amid severest woe.
• And Madness laughing in his ireful mood.

Dryden's Fable of Palemon and Arcite. Say, Father THAMES, for thou hast seen

Full many a sprightly race
Disporting on thy margent green

The paths of pleasure trace ;
Who foremost now delight to cleave,
With pliant arm thy glassy wave?

The captive linnet which enthral?
What idle progeny succeed
To chase the rolling circle's speed,

Or urge the flying ball ?

While some on earnest business bent

Their murm'ring labours ply 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint

To sweeten liberty :
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,

And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,

And snatch a fearful joy.

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,

Less pleasing when possess'd ; The tear forgot as soon as shed,

The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new,

And lively Cheer, of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light,

That fly the approach of morn.

Alas! regardless of their doom

The little victims play!
No sense have they of ills to come,

Nor care beyond to-day :
Yet see, how all around them wait
The Ministers of human fate,

And black Misfortune's baleful train! Ah, show them where in ambush stand, To seize their prey, the murd’rous band !

Ah, tell them they are men!

These shall the fury Passions tear,

The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear,

And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth,

That inly gnaws the secret heart: And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim visag'd comfortless Despair,

And Sorrow's piercing dart.

Ambition this shall tempt to rise,

Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,

And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,

That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorse, with blood defild, And moody madness laughing wild*

Amid severest woe.

* And Madness laughing in his ireful mood.

Dryden's Fable of Palemon and Arcile.

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