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Obsequious to the Muse and me;
Oh! sweet insensibility! Sister of peace and indolence,
Bring, Muse, bring numbers soft and slow, 1 Elaborately void of sense,
And sweetly thoughtless let them flow. Near some cowslip-painted mead,
There let me doze out the dull hours,
A sofa of her softest fow'rs.
Forth from behind the neighbouring pine,
Still flow in unison with thine.
Happy Muse, that didst embrace
The sweet, the heav'nly-fragrant place !
For thee, O Idleness, the woes
ON AN EAGLE
CONFINED IN A COLLEGE COURT.
Imperial bird, who wont to soar
High o'er the rolling cloud,
Where Hyperborean mountains hoar
Their heads in ether shroud ;-
Who, free and swift as thought, could'st rove 70 ETAELINDA,
To the bleak north's extremest goal ;
Thou, who magnanimous could'st bear
Oh cruel fate! what barbarous hand,
What more than Gothic ire,
At some fierce tyrant's dread command,
To check thy daring fire,
Has plac'd thee in this servile cell,
See-hear the storms tempestuous sweep Where discipline and dulness dwell,
Precipitate it falls—it falls-falls lifeless in the Where genius ne'er was seen to roam;
deep. Where ev'ry selfish soul's at rest,
Cease, cease, ye weeping youth, Nor ever quits the carnal breast,
Sincerity's soft sighs, and all the tears of truth. But lurks and sneaks at home!
And you, his kindred throng, forbear
Marble memorials to prepare, Tho' dim'd thine eye, and clipt thy wing
Apd sculptur'd in your breasts his busto wear. So grov'ling! once so great !
'Twas thus when Israel's legislator dy'd, The grief-inspired Muse shall sing
No fragile mortal honours were supply'd, In tend'rest lays thy fate.
But even a grave denied. What time by thee scholastic pride
Better than what the pencil's daub can give, Takes his precise, pedantic stride,
Better than all that Phidias ever wrought, Nor on thy mis'ry casts a care,
Is this—that what he taught shall live, The stream of love ne'er from his heart
And what he lir'd for ever shall be taught, Flows out, to act fair pity's part;
But stinks, and stagnates there.
Haur cherub of the highest Heav'n,
Of look divine, and temper ev'n, Who study downward on the ground;
Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien, Type of the fall of Greece and Rome;
Of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry praise the queen !
Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth,
That friendship reigns, no interest can divide, ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF A
And great humility looks down on pride.
Oh! curse on slander's viprous tongue,
That daily dares thy merit wrong;
Ideots usurp thy title, and thy frame, I,, like th’ Orphean lyre, my song could charm' Without or virtue, talent, taste, or name.
And light to life the ashes in the urn, Fate of his iron dart I would disarm,
Is apathy, is heart of steel, Sudden as thy disease should'st thou return, Nor ear to hear, nor sense to feel, Recall'd with mandates of despotic sounds,
Life idly inoffensive such a grace, And arbitrary grief that will not hear of bounds. That it shou'd steal thy name and take thy But, ah ! such wishes, artless Muse, forbear;
place? 'Tis impotence of frantic love, Th’ enthusiastic fight of wild despair,
No—thou art active-spirit allTo hope the Thracian's magic power to prove. Swifter than lightning, at the call Alas ! thy slender vein,
Of injur'd innocence, or griev'd desert,
Impatient of a rein,
'Thy appetites in easy tides
(As reason's luminary guides) But tnou alas ! canst weep
Soft flow--no wind can work them to a storm, Thou canst—and o'er the melancholy bier
Correctly quick, dispassionately warm. Canst lend the sad solemnity a tear. [cold, Hail ! to that wretched corse, untenanted and
Yet if a transport thou canst feel And hail the peaceful shade loos'd from its irk
'Tis only for thy neighbours weal : [move, some hold.
Great, generous acts thy ductile passions Now let me say thou’rt free,
And smilingly thou weep'st with joy.and
Mild is thy mind to cover shame,
Averse to envy, slow to blame, High, on a slender thread thy vital lamp was
Bursting to praise, yet still sincere and free
From flattery's fawning tongue, and bending plac'd
Thy love descends from man to beast,
Nought is excluded, little, or infirin,
Thou canst with greatness stoop to save & But half extinguish'd its fair flame—but now
Come, goddess, come with all thy charms, Next comes illiberal scrambling Avarice,
Then Vanity, and Affectation nice
As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
And squeamishly she knits her scornful brow,
To thee, Ill-Nature, all the numerous group
With lowly reverence stoop-
They wait thy call, and mourn thy long delay,
Away—thou art infectious haste away,
Nurs’d up by vice, by pravity misled,
TO THE REVEREND AND LEARNED Away, thou hideous hell-born spright, Go, with thy looks of dark design,
Dr. WEBSTER, Sullen, sour, and saturnine ;
Occasioned by his Dialogues on Anger and PorFly to some gloomy shade, por blot the goodly
giveness. light. Thy planet was remote, when I was born ;
ODE VII. 'Twas Mercury that rul'd my natal morn, What time the Sun exerts his genial ray,
'Twas when the omniscient creative pow'r And ripens for enjoyment every growing day ; Display'd his wonders by a mortal's hand, When to exist is but to love and sing,
And, delegated at th' appointed hour, And sprightly Aries smiles upon the spring.
Great Moses led away his chosen band;
When Israel's host, with all their stores, There in yon lonesome heath,
Past thro' the ruby-tinctur'd crystal shores, Which Flora, or Sylvanus never knew,
The wilderness of waters and of land : Where never vegetable drank the dew,
Then persecution rag'd in Heav'n's own cause, Or beast, or fowl attempts to breathe;
Strict justice for the breach of Nature's laws, Where Nature's pencil has no colours laid ; The legislator held the scythe of fate, Bat all is blank, and universal shade;
Where'er his legions chanc'd to stray, Contrast to figure, motion, life and light,
Death and destruction mark'd their bloody There may'st thou vent thy spite,
way ; For ever cursing, and for ever curs'd,
Immoderate was their rage, for mortal was their Of all th' infernal crew the worst ;
hate. The worst in genius, measure and degree; For envy, hatred, malice, are but parts of thee. But when the King of Righteousness arose,
And on the illumin'd east serenely smil'd, Or would'st thou change the scene, and quit the He shune with meekest mercy on his foes,
Behold the Heav'n-deserted fen, [den, Bright as the Sun, but as the Moon-beams Where spleen, by vapours dense begot and bred,
mild; Hardness of heart, and heaviness of head,
From anger, fell revenge, and discord free, Have rais'd their darksome walls, and plac'd their
He bad war's hellish clangour cease, thorny ted;
In pastoral simplicity and peace, There may'st thou all thy bitterness unload, And show'd to man that face, which Moses could There may'st thou croak in concert with the toad,
not see. With thee the hollow howling winds shall join, Well hast thou, Webster, pictur'd Christian love, Nor shall the bittern her base throat deny,
And copied our great master's fair design, The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with
But livid Envy would the light remove, thine, Th'ear-piercing hern, the plover screaming high,
Or croud thy portrait in a nook malignMillioos of humming gnats fit æstrum shall The Muse shall hold it up to popular view
Where the more candid and judicious few supply.
Shall think the bright original they see, Away-away-behold an hideous band
The likeness nobly lost in the identity. An herd of all thy minions are at hand, Saspicion first with jealous caution stalks, Oh hadst thou liv'd in hetter days than these, And ever looks around her as she walks,
F'er to excel by all was deem'd a shame! With bibulous ear imperfect sounds to catch, Alas! thou hast no modern arts to please,
And prompt to listen at her neighbours latch. And to deserve is all thy empty claim.
Else thou’dst been plac'd, by learning, and by
There, where thy dignify'd inferiors site That pe'er enjoy'd love's cver sacred fame. Oh they are in their generations wise,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look, Each path of interest they have sagely trod, And elevates her hands and plods upon her To live to thrive-to rise and still to rise book.
Better to bow to men, than kneel to God.
Beholil where poor unmansion'd Merit stands,
From the Zephyrs steal her sighs, All cold, and crampt with penury and pain ;
From thyself her sun-bright eyes; Speechless thro' want, she rears th' imploring
Then baffled, thou shalt see, hands,
That as did Daphne thee, And beys a little bread, but begs in vain ;
Her charms description's force shall Ay, While Bribery and Dullness, passing by,
And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib'd
To come within Inrention's parrow eye;
describ'd. Or in Preferment's list, or that of Away_nor here the fate thou earn'st be
Now see the bridegroom rise, wail,
Oh! how impatient are bis jogs! Who canst not buy a vote, nor hast a soul for Bring zephyrs to depaint his voice, sale."
Bring lightning for his eyes. Oh Indignation, wherefore wert thou given,
He leaps, he springs, he flics into her arins,
With joy intense, If drowsy Patience deaden all thy rage?
Feeds ev'ry sense,
And sultanates o'er all her charms.
Or sing like Pope, without a word in vain,
Then should I hope my numbers might conSo our free souls, fed with divine repast,
tain, (Unmindful of ļow mortals mean employ)
Engaging nynuph, thy boundless happiness, Shall taste the present, recollect the past,
How arduous to express ! And strongly hope for every future joy,
Such may it last to all eternity:
And may thy lord with thce,
Like two coeval pines in Ida's grove,
That interweave their verdant arms in love,
Each mutual office cheerfully perform,
And share alike the sunshine, and the storm ;
Both shade the shepherd and adurn the land,
Together with each growing year arise,
Indissulubly link'd, and climb at last the skies.
Your vocal tributes bring.
Ολιγον τε φιλαν τε. ΗοΜ.
Yes, contumelious fair, you scorn
The amorous dwarf that courts you to his arms,
But ere you leave him quite forlorn,
And to some youth gigantic yield your There let him hate the light, and curse the
Hear bim-oh hear him, if you will not try,
And let your judgment check th' ambition of
Say, is it carnage makes the man ?
Is to be monstrous really to be great ?
Say, is it wise or just to scan
Your lover's worth by quantity or weight? Fhobus, great god of verse,the nymph observe, Ask your mamma and nurse, if it be so; Observe her well;
Nurse and mamma I ween shall jointly answer, Then touch each sweetly-trem'lous nerve
The less the body to the view,
The soul (likesprings in closer durance pent)
Is all exertion, ever new,
Unceasing, unextinguish’d, and unspent ;
Still pouring forth executive desire,
ODE XL As bright, as brisk, and lasting, as the vestal
ON TAKING A BACHELOR'S fire.
Exegi monumentum ære perennius, &c.
And catch such heav'nly fire,
Nor is King'schapel higher'.-
Shall time itself o'erpow'ro,
A title too with added grace,
A nymph and priest ascend.
Evin in the schools I now rejoice,
Where late I shook with fear,
Loud thundering in my ears.
Or where Cam's scauty waters flow7, Where I defy, and challenge, all thy utmost Releas'd from lectures, stray. love.
Meanwhile, friend Bankse, my merits claim
Their just reward from you,
When once that fame's our dues,
Invest me with a graduate's gown,
Midst shouts cf all beholders,
And deck with hood my shoulders.
A MORNING PIECE,
OR AN HYMN FOR THE HAY-MAKERS. Tho' billows lash the sounding shore,
ODE XII. And tempests thro' the forests roar,
Sweet Nancy's voice shall soothe the sound; Quinetiam Gallum noctem explaudentibus alig Tho' darkness shou'd invest the skies,
Auroram clarâ consuetum voce vocare. LUCRET. New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes,
BRisk Chanticleer his matins had begun,
And broke the silence of the night.
And thrice be call'd aloud the tarıly Sun, Let but those lips their sweets disclose,
And thrice be hail'd the dawn's ambiguous And rich perfumes exhale, We shall not want the fragrant rose,
Back to their graves the fear-begotten phantoms Nor miss the southern gale. Then loosely to the winds unfold, Those radiant locks of buruish'd gold,
· Regali situ pyramidum altius.Or on thy bosom let them rove;
i Quod non innumerabilis His treasure-house there Cupid keeps, i
Annorum series, &c. And hoards up, in two snowy beaps,
3 Bachelor. His stores of choicest love.
Scandet cum tacitê virgine pontifex.
Æolium carmen ad Italos
Qua pauper aquæ Daunus, &c. lucrease with the increasing days,
8 A celebrated taylor. And present joys exceed the past;
Sume superbiam To give and to receive delight,
Lauro cinge volens