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For oh, how grateful to a wounded heart Fir'd with zeal peculiar, they defy
The tale of misery to impart!

The rage and rigor of a polar sky,
From others' eyes bid artless sorrows flow, And plant successfully sweet Sharon's rose

And raise esteem upon the base of woe! On icy plains, and in eternal snow3.
Es'n He*, the noblest of the tuneful throng,

Oh, blest within th' inclosure of your rocks, Shall Jeign my love-lorn tale to hear, For herds have ye to boast, nor bícating flocks ; Shall catch the soft contagion of my song: No fertilizing streams your fields divide. And pay my pensive Muse the tribute of a tear. That show revers'd the villas on their side;

No groves have ye; no cheerful sound of bird,

Or voice of uurtle, in your land is ficard ; § 104. Ar: Ode to Varcissa. SMOLLET.

Nor grateful eglantine regales the smell Tuy fatal shafts unerring move;

Of those that walk at ev’ning where you dwell: I bow before thine altai, Love!,

But winter, armd with terrors here unknown, Itel thy soft resistless flame

Siis absolute on his uslraken throne; Glide swist thru' all my vita frame!

Piles up his stores ümidst the frozen waste, For while I gaze my bosom glows,

And bids the molintains he has built stand fast; Niy blood in vides impetuous flows;

Beckons the legions of his storms away llope, fear, and joy, alternate roll,

From happier scenes, to make your land a prey, And Moods of transport

whelm my
soul! Proclaims the soil a conquest he has won,

And scorns to share it with the distani sun.
Iy fault'ring tongue attempts in vain
In soothing murmurs to complain ;

Yet truth is yours, reinote, unenvied isle ;

And peace, the genuine offspring of her sinile: My tongue some secret magic ties,

The pride of letter'd ignorance, that binds Mi murmurs sink in broken sighs!

In chains of error our accomplish'd minds ; Condemnd to nurse eternal care,

That decks with all the spleudor of the true And ever drop the silent lear;

A false religion — is unknown to you. Unheard I mourn, unknown I sigh,

Nature indeed vouchsafes for our delight Unfriended live, unpitied die !

The sweet vicissitudes of day and night';

Soft airs and genial moisture feed and cheer G 105. Elegy in Imitation of Tibullus. SMOLIET. Field, fruit, and flow's, and ev'ry creature here, Where now are all my flatt'ring dreams of But brighter beams than his who tires the skies joy?

Have ris'n at length on your admiring eyes, Vonimia, give my soul her wontes rest :

That shoot into your darkest caves the day Since first thy beauty fix'd my roving, eye,

From which our nicer optics turn away. Heart-gnawing cares corrode my pensive breast.

§ 107. On Slavery, and the Slave Trade. CowPER. Let happy lovers fly where pleasures call, But, ah! what wish can prosper, or what With festive songs beguile the fleeting hour, pray'r, Lead beauty thro' the mazes of the ball, For merchants, rich in cargoes of despair, Or press her wanton in love's roseate bow'r. Who drive a loathsome traffic, gage and span, For me, no more I'll range th' emphrpled mead, And buy the muscles and the bones of man ? Where shepherds pipe and virginsulance around. The tender ties of father, husband, friend, Nor wander thro' the woodbine's fragrant shade All bonds of nature in that inoinent end To hear the music of the grove resound.

And each endures while yet he draws his breath,

A stroke as faial as the scythe of death. I'll seek some lonely church, or dreary hall, The sable warrior, frantic with regret Where fancy paints the glimm’ring taper blue, or her he loves, and never can forget, Where damps hang nald'ring on the ivy'd wall

, Loscs in tears the far receding shore, And sheeted ghosts drink up the midnight dew : But not the thought, that they must meet no There, leogu'd with hopeless anguish and des- Depriv'd of her and freedom ať a blow, (more. Awhile in silence o'er my fate repine : [pair, What has he left that he can yet foregor Then, with a long surewel to love and care, Yes, to deep sadness suller:ly resigu'd, To kindred dust my weary limbs consign.

He feels' his body's bondage in his mind; Wilt th«:, Monimia, shed a gracious tear

Puts off his gen'rous nature, and to suit On the cold grave where all my sorrows rest;

His manners with his fatt:, puts on the brutė. Strew vernal now'rs, applaud any love sincere, On man, a moumer in his best estate !

Oh most degrading of all ills that wait And bid the curt lie easy on my breast ?

All other sorrow's virtue may endure,

And find submission more than half a cure ; 106. The Propagation of the Gospel in Greenland. Grief is itself a med'cine, and bestow'd

CowPER. T improve the fortitude that bears a load ;
Asd stillit spreads. See Germany send forth To teach the wand'rer, as his woes increase,
Her sons, to pour it on the farthest north + : The path of wisdorn, all whose paths are peace.

Lord Lytileton.
+ The Moravjag missionaries in Greenland. Vide Krantz,


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But slav'ry ! - virtue dreads it as her grave; |To quit the bliss thy rural scenes bestow
Patience itself is meánness, in a slave : To seek a nobler, amidst scenes of woe; [home,
Or if the will and sovereignty of God To traverse seas, range kingdoms, and bring
Bid suffer it awhile, and kiss the rod ; Not the proud monuments of Greece or Rome,
Wait for the dawning of a brighter day, But knowledge, such as only dungeons teach,
Aud snap the chain the monent when you may. And only sympathy like thine could reach;
Nature imprints upon whate'er we see, That grief, sequester'd from the public stage,
That has a heart, and life in it, Be free! Might smooth her feathers, and enjoy her cage-
The beasts are charter'd neither age nor force Speaks a divine ambition, and a zeal
Can quell the love of freedom in a horse : The boldest patriot might be proud to feel.
He breaks the cord that held him at the rack, Oh that the voice of clamor and debate,
And, conscious of an unencumber'd back, That pleads for peace till it disturbs the state,
Snuffs up the morning air, forgets the rein, Were hush'd, in favor of thy gen'rous plea,
Loose fly his forelock and his ample mane ; The poor thy clients, and Heaven's smile thy fee!
Responsive to the distants neigh he neighs, 2

$ 109. On Domestic Happiness, as the Friend the He finds the pasture where his fellows graze. S of Virtue; and of the false Good-nature of

the Age.

COWFER. § 108. On Liberty, and in Praise of Mr. Howard. Domestic happiness, thou only bliss

CowPER. Of Paradise that has surviv'd the fall! Ou could I worship ought beneath the skies Tho’ few now taste the unimpair'd and pure, That earth had scen, or fancy could devise, Or, tasting, long enjoy thee; too infirm Thine altar, sacred Liberty, should stand, Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Built by no mercenary, vulgar hand. Unmix'd with drops of bitter, which neglect With fragrant turf, and tlow'rs as wild and fair Or temper sheds into thy chrystal cup. As ever dress'd a bank, or scented summer air. Thou art the nurse of virtue. In thine arms Duly as ever ou the mountain's height She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is

, The peep of niorning shed a dawning light; Heaven-born, and destin'd to the skies again. Again, when evening in her sober vest Thou art not hnown where Pleasure is adord, Drew the grey curtain of the fading West; That reeling goddess with the zoneless waist My soul should yield thee willing thanks and And wand'ring eyes, still leaning on the arm For the chief blessings of my fairest days : (praise of Novelty, her fickle, frail support; But that were sacrilege -- praise is not thinc, For thou art meek and constant, hating change, But his who gave thee, and preserves thee mine: And finding in the calm of truth-tied love Else I would say, and as I spake bid fly Joys that her stormy raptures never yield. A captive bird into the boundless sky, Forsaking thiec, what shipwreck have we made This triple realm adores thee — thou art come of honor, dignity, and fair renown, From Sparta hither, and art here at home; Till prostitution elbows us aside We feel thy force still active, at this hour In all our crowded streets, and senates seem Enjoy immunity from priestly pow'r; Conven'd for purposes of einpire less While conscience, happier than in antient years, Than to release th adult'ress from her bond! Owns no superior but the God she fears. Th' adult'ress! what a theme for angry verse, Propitious Spirit! yet expunge a wrong What provocation to the indignant heart Thy rites have suffer'd, and our land, too long; That feels for injur'd love! But I dislain Teach mercy to’ten thousand hearts that share The nauseous task to paint her as she is, The fears and hopes of a commercial care : Cruel, abandon'd, glorying in her shame.

Prisons expect the wicked, and were built No. Let her pass; and, charioted along, To bind the lawless, and to punish guilt ; In guilty splendor shake the public ways: Butshipwreck, carthquake, battle, fire, and food, The frequency of crimes has wash'd them white

; Are mighty mischicfs, not to be withstood : And verse of 'mine shall never brand the wretch fo And honest merit stands on slipp'ry ground Whom matrons now, of character unsmirchid, Where covert guile, and artifice abound: And chaste themselves, are not asham'd to own. Let just restraint, for public peace designd, Virtues and vice had bound'ries in old time Chain up the wolves and tigers of mankind; Not to be pass'd: and she that had renounc'd The foe of virtue has no claim to thee, Her sex's honor, was renouned herself But let insolvent innocence go free.

By all that priz'd it; not for Priidery's sake, Patron of else the most despis'd of men, Bút Dignity's resentful of the wrong. Accept the tribute of a stranger's pen ; 'Twas hard, perhaps, on here and there a waif Verse, like the laurel, its immortal meer, Desirous to return, and not receiv'd; Should be the guerdon of a noble deed : But was an wholesome rigor in the main, I may alarm thee, but I fear the shame And taught th' unblemished to preserve with (Charity chosen as my theme and aim) That purity, whose loss was loss of all. [care I must incur, forgetting Howard's name. Men too were nice in honor in those days, Blest with all wealth can give thee – 10 resign And judg’d offenders well: and he that sharpå Joys, doubly sweet to feelings quick as thine ; ( And pocketed a prize by fraud obtain'd,

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Was mark’d, and shugn'd as odious. He that sold | Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon
His country, or was slack when she requir'd Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright,
His ev'ry nerve ia action and at stretch, He conies, the herakl of a noisy world, Clocks,
Paid with the blood that he had basely spar'd With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen
The price of his default. Be now-yes, now, News from all nations lumb'ring at his back.
We are become so candid and so fair,

True to his charge, the close-pack d load behind So liberal in construction and so rich

Yet careless what he brings, his one concern In Christian charity, a good-natur'd age!

Is to conducı it to the destin'd inn; That they are safe: sinners of either sex [bred, And, having dropp'd th' expected bag, Transgress what laws they may. Welldress'd, well lie whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Well equipag'd, is ticket gouil enough Cold, and yet cheerful; messenger of grief To pass us readily through ev'ry dour. Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to sonie; Hypocrisy, detest her as we may,

To him indiff'rent whether grief or joy. (And no man's hatred ever wrong'd her yet) Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, May claim his merit still, that she admiis Births, deaths, marriages, epistles wet The worth of what she mimics with such care, With tears that trickle down the writer's cheeks And thus gives virtue indirect applause : Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, But she has burnt her masks, not needed here, Or charg'd with an'rous sighs of absent swains, Where vice has such allowance, that her shifts Or nyinphs responsive, (qualiy affect, And specious semblances have lost their use. His horse and him, unconscious of them all.

But oh th' important budget! usher'd in $ 110. On the Employments of what is called With such heart-shaking music, who can say an Idle Life.

Cow PER. What are its tidings : have our troops awak da How various his employments whom the world Or do they still, as if with opium droge'd, Calls idle, and who justly, in return,

Snore to the murmurs of th Atlantic wave? Esteems the busy world an idler too !

Is India free? and does she wear her plum d Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, and jewell'd turban with a smile of peace, Delightful industry enjoy'd at home,

Or do we grind her still? The grand debate, And nature in her cultivated triin

The popular harangue, the tart reply, Dressid to his taste, inviting him abroad- The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, Can he want occupation who has these? And the loud laugh - 1 long to know thein all; Will he be idle who has much t' enjoy ? I burn to set th' imprison'd wranglers free, Me therefore, studious of laborous easc, And give them voice and urt'rance once again. Not slothful ; happy to deceive the time, Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Nor waste it, and aware that human life Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, Is but a loan to be repaid with use,

And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn When he shall call his debtors to account Throws up a steainy column, and the From whom are allour blessings-business finds That cheer not to inebriate, wait on each, Ev'n here. While sedulous I seek t'improve, So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in. At least neglect not, or leave unemployd Not such his ev’ning, who, with shining face, The mind he gave me; driving it, though slack Sweats in the crowded theatre, and squecz’d, Too oft, and much impeded in its work And bor'd with elbow-points thro'both his sides, By causes not to be devulg'd in vain,

Outscolds the ranting actor on the stage. To its just point - the service of mankind. Nor his, who patient stands till his feet throb, He that attends to his interior selí,

And his head thumps, to feed upon the breath That has a heart, and keeps it ; has a mind Of patriots bursting with heroic rage, That hungers, and supplies it; and who seeks Or placemen all tranquillity and smiles. A social, not a dissipated life

This, folio of four pages, happy work! Has business ; feels himself engag'd t'achieve Which not ev'n critics criticise, that holds No unimportant, though a silent task. Inquisitive attention, while I read, A life all turbulence and noise may seem,

Fast bound in chairis of silence, which the fair, To him that leads it, wise, and to be prais d ; Though cloquentthemselves, yet fear to break But wisdom is a pearl with most success

What is it but a map of busy life, Sought in still water, and beneath clear skies. Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns? He that is ever occupied in storins

Here runs the mountainous and craggy ridge Or drives not for it, or brings up instead, That


ambilion. On the suinnit, see Vainly, industrious, a disgraceful prize.

The scals of office glitter in his eyes ;. [hacels,

He climbs, he pants, he grasps them. At his $111.' The Post comes in the News-paper is close at his heels, a demagogue ascends, read the World contemplated at a distance. And with a dextrous jerk soon twists himn down,


And wins thein, but to lose them in his turn. HARK! 'tis the twanging horn! o'er yonder Ilere rills of oily cloquence in soft bridge,

Meanders lubricate the course they take: That with its wearisome but needful length The modest speaker is ashand and griev'd



T engross a moment's notice: and yet begs, And there, at utmost stretch of eye,
Beg; a propitious ear for his poor thoughts, A mountain fades into the sky;
However trivial all that he conceives. While winding round, diffus'd and deep,
Sweet bashfulness ! il claims at least this praise: A river rolls with sounding sweep.
The dearth of information and good sense

Of human heart no traces near,
That it foretels us, always comes to pass. I seem alone with nature here !
Cataracts of declaration thunder here, Here are thy walks, O sacred Health!
The forests of no meaning spread the page

The Monarch's bliss, the Beggar's wealth, In which all comprehension wanders tost; The seas'ning of all good below, While fields of pleasantry amuse us there The sovereigu's friend in joy or wec, With merry descants on a nation's woes. O Thou, most courted, most despis , The rest aj pears a willerness of strange And but in absence, duly priz'd! But gay confusion - roses for the cheeks Pow'r of the soft and rosy face ! And Tillies for the brows of faded age, The vivid pulse, the vermeil grace, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald, The spirits, when they gayest shine, Heaven, earth, andocean plunderd of their sweets, Youth, beauty, pleasure, all are thine! Nectareous essences, Olympian dews; () sun of life whose heavenly ray Sermons, and city feasts, and fav’rite airs, Lights up and cheers our various day, Æthereal journies, submarine exploits, The turbulence of hopes and fears, And Katterfello, with his hair on end

The storm of fate, the clond of years,
At his own wonders, wond'ring for his þread. Till nature with thy parting light,

'Tis pleasant through the loop-lioles of retrcat Reposes late in Death's calm night:
To peep at such a world : to see the stir Fled from the trophied roofs of state,
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd: Alsodes of splendid pain and hate;
To hear the roar she sends through all her gates Fled from the couch, where, in sweet sleep,
At a safe distance where the dying sound Hot Riot would his anguish steep,
Falls a soft murmur on th' uninjur'd ear. But tosses through the midnight shade,
Thus sitting, and surveying thus at ease Of death, of life, alike afraid;
The globe and its concerns, I seem advanc'd For ever Aed to shady cell,
To some 'secure and more than mortal height, Where Temp’rance, where the Muses dwell,
That lib'rates and exempts ine from them all. Thou oft art' seen at early dawn,
It turns submitted to my view, turns round Slow-pacing o'er the breezy lawn ;
With all its generations; I behokl

Or, on the brow of mountain high,
The tunult, und am still; the sound of war In silence feasting ear and eye
Has lost its terrors ere it reaches me; With song and prospect which abound
Grieves, but alarms ine not. I mourn the pride Froın birds, and woods, and waters round,
And av'rice that makes man a wolf to man, But when the sun), with noon-tide ray,
Hear the faint echo of those brazen throats Flames forth intolerable day,
By which he speaks the language of his heart, While Heat sits fervent on the plain,
and sigh, but never tremble at the sound. While Thirst and Langour in his train
He travels and expatiates, as the bee

Call nature sick'ning in the blaze), From How'r to flow'r, so he from land to land, Thou in the wild and woody maze The manners, customs, policy of all

That clouds the vale with umbrage deep, Pay contribution to the store he gleans ; Impendent from the neighb'ring steep, He sucks intelligence in ev'ry clime,

Wilt find betimes a calm retreat, And spreads the honey of his deep research Where breathing Coolness has her seat. At his return, a rich repast for me!

There plung d amid the shadows brown,
He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Imagination lays him down ;
Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes

Attentive in his airy mood,
Discover countries, with a kindred heart, To ev'ry murmur of the wood :
Suffer his wocs, and share in his escapes : The bee in yonder How'ry nook ;
While fancy, like the finger of a clock, The chidings of the headlong brook;
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. The green leaf quiv'ring in the gale;

The warbling hill, the lowing vale ;

The distant woodman's echoing stroke ;
$ 112. A Fragment. Maller.

The thunder of the falling oak.
Fair morn ascends : fresh zephyr's breath From thought to thought in visión led,
Blows' lib'ral oʻer yon bloomy heath,' He holds high converse with the Dead;
Where, sown profusely, kerb and flow'r, Sages or Poets. See, they rise !
Of balmy smell, of healing pow't,

And shadowy skim before his eyes,
Their souls in fragrant dews exhale, Hark! Orpheus strikes the lyre again,
And breathe fresh life in ev'ry gale. That soften'd savages to men:
Here spreads a green expanse of plains, Lo! Socrates, the Sent of Heaven,
Where, sweetly pensive, Silence reigns; To whom its moral kill was given.

Fathers green,


Fathers and Friends of human kind!

Pale Isis lay; a willow's lowly shade They forin'd the nations, or refind,

Spread its thin foliage o'er the sleeping maid; With all that mends the head and heart, Clos'd was her eye, and from her heaving breast Enlight'ning truth, adorning art.

In careless folds loose flow'd her zoneless vest; Thus musing in the solenin shade,

While down her neck her vagrant tresses flow, Atonce the sounding breeze was laid :

In all the awful negligence of woe; And nature, by the unknown law,

Her urn siistain’d her arm, that sculptur’d vase Shook deep with reverential awe;

Where Vulcan's art had lavish'd all his grace. Dumb silence grew upon the hour ;

Here, full with life, was heaven-tanght Science A brighter night involv'd the bow'r :

seen, When issuing from the inmost wood,

Known by the laurel wreath and musing mien ; Appear'd fair Freedom's Genius good. There cloud-crown'd Fame, here Peace, sedale o Freedom! sov'reign boon of Heav'n,

and bland,

[wavd; Great Charter with our being giv'n ;

Swell’d the loud trump, and ward the olive For which the patriot and the sage

While solemn domes, arch'd shades, and vistas Have plann'd, have bled, thro' ev'ry age ! High privilege of human race,

At well-mark'd distance close the sacred scene. Beyond a mortal monarch's grace:

On this the goddess cast an anxious look, Who cou'd not give, who cannot claim,

Then dropp'da tender tear, and thus she spoke: What but from God inunediate caine !

Yes, I could once with pleas'd attention trace
The minic charms of this proplietic vase;

Then lift iny head, and with enraptur'd eyes $ 113. Ode to Evening. Dr. Jos. Warton. Yes, Isis ! oft hast thou rejoic'd to lead

View on you plain the real glories rise. Hail, meek-ey'd maiden, clad in sober grey, Thy liquid treasures o'er yon fav'rite mead : Whose soft approach the weary woodman Oft hast thou stopp'd thy pearly car to gaze,

While ev'ry Science nurs'd its growing bays ; As homeward bent to kiss his pratiling babes While eriry Youth, with fame's strong impulse Jocund he whistles through the twilight groves. Press'd to the goal, and at the goal untir'd: (fir'd,' When Phæbus sinks behind the gilded hills, Snatch'd cach celestial wreath to bind his brow You lightly o'er the misty meadows walk; The Muses, Graces, Virtues, could bestow. The drooping daisies bathe in dulcet dews, E'en now fond Fancy leads th' ideal train, And nurse the nodding violet's tender stalk. And ranks her troops on Memory's ample plain; The panting Dryads, that in day's fierce heat See! the firm leaders of my patriot line, To ininost bow'rs and cooling caverns ran,

See! Sidney, Raleigh, Hanipden, Somers, shine. Return, to trip in wanton ev'ning dance ; See Hough, superior to a tyrant's doom, Old Sylvan too returns, and laughing Pan. Smile at the menace of the slave of Rome : To the deep wood the clamorous rocks repair, Each soulwhom truth could fire, and virtue move, Light skinis the swallow o'er the wat'ry scene;

Each breast strong panting with its country's loven And from the sheep-cot, and fresh-furrow'd field) All that to Albion gave their heart or head, Stout ploughmen meet, to wrestle on the green. That wisely counseli'd, or that bravely bled, The swain, that artless sings on yonder rock,

All, all appear; on me they grateful smile, His supping sheep and length’ning shadow spies, To me with filial reverence they bring,,

The well-earn'd prize of every virtuous toil Pleas'd with the cool, the calm, refreshing hour, And hang fresh trophies o'er my honor'd spring. And with hoarse humming of unnumber'd fies.

Ah! I remember well yon beechen spray, Now ev'ry Passion sleeps : desponding Love, There Addison first tun'd his polish'd lay; And pining Envy, ever-resiless Pride ; 'Twas there great Cato's form first met his

eye, And holy Calm creeps o'er my peaceful soul, In all the pomp of free-born majesty;. [awe, Anger and mad Ambition's storm subdue.

My son,” he cried, “ observe this nien with O modest Evening ! oft let me appear

In solemn lines the strong resemblance draw; A wandering votary in thy pensive train ; The piercing notes shall strike each British ear, List'ning to every wildly-warbling note Each British eye shall drop the patriot tear! That fills with farewell sweet thy dark’ning plain. And, rous'd to glory by the nervous strain,

“ Each youth shallspiirn at slavery'sabject reign,

“ Shall guard with Cato's zeal Britannia's laws, $ 114. Isis. An Elegy. By Mr. Mason, of " And speak, and act, aud bleed, in freedom's Cambridge.

cause." Far from her hallow'd grot, where, mildly The Hero spoke; the bard assenting bow'd; bright,

The lay to Liberty and Cato flow'd; The pointed chrystals shot their trembling light; While Echo, as she rov'd the vale along, From dripping moss, where sparkling dew-drops Join'd the strong cadence of his Roman song.

[shell, But, ah! how Stillness slept upon the ground, Where coral glow'd, where twin'd the wreathed How mute attention check'd each rising sound,




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