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DR. BROOME, .
When through the mighty flood
He led the murmuring crowd,
What ail'd the rivers that they backward fed ?
Why was the mighty flood afraid ?
March'd he against the rivers ? or was he, WRITTEN IN 1710, AS AN EXERCISE.
Thou mighty Flood ! displeas'd at thce? WHEN, in a glorious terrible array,
The flood beheld from far
Borne on a cherub's wings he rode, (way; And lo! at once it bursts ! in diverse falls
On either hand ! it suells in chrystal walls !
Th' eternal rocks disclose! the tossing waves Could his effulgent brightness shroud : Rush in loud thunder from a thousand caves ! Glory, and Majesty, and Power,
Why tremble ye, O faithless ! to behold March'd in a dreadful pomp before;
The opening deeps their gulphs unfold ? Behind, a grim and meagre train,
Enter the dreadful chasms! 'tis God, who guides Pining Sickness, frantic Pain,
Your wondrous way! the God who rules the tides ! Stalk'd widely on! with all the dismal band, And lo! they march amid the deafening roar Which Heaven in anger sends to scourge a guilty Of tumbling seas ! they inount the adverse shore ! land.
Advance, ye chosen tribes !Arabia's sands, With terrour cloth'd, he downward flew,
Lonely, uncomfortable lands! And wither'd half the nations with a view;
Void of fountain, void of rain,
Oppose their burning coasts in vain! Through half the nations of th' astonish'd Earth;
See! the great prophet stand,
Waving his wonder-working wand !
He strikes the stubborn rock, and lo!
His stony entrails burst, and rushing torrents flow. With reverence struck, confess'd the God: On Sion's holy hill he took his stand,
? Then did the Sun his fiery coursers stay, Grasping omnipotence in his right hand;
And backward held the falling day ; Then mighty earthquakes rock'd the ground,
VARIATION. And the Sun darken'd as he frown'd: ? Ah, what new scenes unfold, what voice I bear! He dealt Amfiction froin his van,
Sun, stand thou still : thou Moon, thy course forAnd wild Confusion from his rear;
Ah, Sun, thy wheels obedient stay, [bear: They through the tents of Cushan ran,
Doubling the splendours of the wondrous day. The tents of Cushan quak'd with fear,
The nimble-footed Minutes cease to runo And Midian trembled with despair.
And urge the lazy Hours on. "I see his sword wave naked in the air :
Time hangs his unexpanded wings, It sheds around a baleful ray,
And all the secret springs The rains pour down, the lightnings play,
That carry on the year And on their wings vindictive thunders bear.
Stop in their full career,
At once th' astonish'd Moon
Forgets her going down, ! I see his sword wave with redoubled ire !
And paler grows, Ah! has it set the very clouds on fire ?
To view th' amazing train of woes ; The clouds burst down in deluges of showers; While through the trembling Pagan nation, Fierce lightning flames, vindictive thunder roars. Th’ Almighty ruin deals, and ghastly desolation.
The nimble-footed Minutes ceas'd to run, Nor can even Sickness, which disarms And urge the lazy Hours on.
All other nymphs, destroy your charms ; Time hung his unexpanded wings,
A thousand beauties you can spare,
And still be fairest of the fair.
But see! the pain begins to fly ;
Though Venus bled, she could
die : Then the astonish'd Moon
See the new Phenix point her eyes,
And lovelier from her ashes rise:
Thus roses, when the storm is o'er,
Draw beauties from th' inclement shower. How through the trembling Pagan nation, Th' Almighty ruin dealt, and ghastly desolation. Welcome, ye Hours ! which thus repay
What envious Sickness stole away! But why, ah! why, O Sion, reigns
Welcome as those which kindly bring, Wide wasting Havock o'er thy plains ?
And usher in the joyous Spring : Ah, me! Destruction is abroad!
That to the smiling Earth restore Vengeance is loose, and Wrath from God! The beauteous herb, and blooming flower, See hosts of spoilers seize their prey !
And give her all the charms she lost See ! laughter marks in blood his way ! By wintery storms, and hoary frost ! See! how embattled Babylon,
And yet how well did she sustain, Like an unruly deluge, rushes on!
And greatly triumph o'er her pain !
So tioners, when blasting winds invade,
Breathe sweet, and beautifully fade.
Now in her cheeks, and radiant eyes, Oh! Heaven ! ! faint- die!
New blushes glow, new lightnings rise ; The yielding powers of Israel Ay!
Behold a thousand charms succeed, Now banner'd hosts surround the walls
For which a thousand hearts must bleed ! Of Sion ! now she sinks, she falls !
Brighter from her disease she shines,
As fire the precious gold rclines.
Thus when the silent grave becomes
Pregnant with life, as fruitful wombs ;
When the wide seas, and spacious earth, A trembling horrour shoots through every part; | Our moulder'd frame, rebuilt, assumes
Resign us to our second birth;
New beauty, and for ever blooms;
And, crown'd with youth's immortal pride,
We angels rise, who mortals dy'd.
you express a power more great ;
The flowers you draw not, but create.
Behold your own creation rise,
And smile beneath your radiant eyes !
"Tis beauteous all! and yet receives
But say, amid the softer charms
The pointed thorn, to guard it, grows.
But cruel you, who thus employ
In armour, formidably gay.
3 The lovely Flora paints the Earth, Adorn the pain, and make it please :
And calls the inorning flowers to birth: Thus burning incense sheds perfumes,
Put you display a power more great ; Still fragrant as it still consumes.
She calls forth flowers, but you create.
ON HER APROX EMBROIDERED WITII ARM
ON HER SICKNESS AND RECOVERY.
It is a dreadful pleasing sight!
No air of breath disturbs the drowzy woods, The flowers attract, the arms affright;
No whispers murmur from the silent floods! The flowers with lively beauty bloom,
The Moon sheds down a silver-streaming light, The arms denounce an instant doom.
And glads the melancholic face of night : Thus, when the Britons in array
Now clouds swift-skimming veil her sullied ray, Their ensigns to the Sun display,
6 Now bright she blazes with a fuller day! In the same flag are lilies shown,
The stars in order twinkle in the skies, And angry lions sternly frown;
And fall in silence, and in silence rise : On high the glittering standard fies,
Till, as a giant strong, a bridegroom gay,
The Sun springs dancing through the gates of day:
And whirl the car along th' etherial plain :
A stream of glory, and a flood of day.
Was e'er the grave, or regions of the night,
Say, why the thriving hail with rushing sound Whirlwinds and thundrous storms his chariot drew | Pours from on high, and rattles on the ground? "Tween worlds and worlds, triumphant as it flew: Why hover snows, down-wavering by degrees, He stretch'd his dark pavilion o'er the floods, Shine from the bills, or glitter from the trees? Bade hills subside, and rein'd th' obedient clouds ; Say, why, in lucid drops, the balmy rain Then from his awful gloom the godhead spoke, With sparklings gems impearls the spangled plain! And at his voice affrighted Nature shook.
Or, gathering in the vale, a current flows, Vain man! who boldly with dim Reason's ray
And on each flower a sudden spring bestows ? Vies with his God, and rivals his full day!
Say, why with gentle sighs the evening breeze But tell me now, say how this beauteous frame
Salutes the flowers, or murmurs through the trees? Of all things, from the womb of nothing came;
Or why loud winds in storms of vengeance fly, When Nature's Iord, with one almighty call,
Howl o'er the main, and thunder in the sky? From no-where rais'd the world's capacious ball?
Say, to what wondrous magazines repair Say if thy hand directs the various rounds
The viewless beings, when serene the air? Of the vast Earth, and circumscribes the bounds ?
Till, from their dungeons loos’d, they roar aloud, How orbs oppos'd to orbs amid the sky,
Upturn whole oceans, and toss cloud on cloud, In concert move, and dance in harmony?
While waves encountering waves, in mountains What wondrous pillars their foundations bear
driv'n When hung self-balanc'd in the fluid air?
Swell to the starry vault, and dash the Heaven. Why the vast tides sometimes with wanton play
Know'st thou, why comets threaten in the air, In shining mazes gently glide away ;
Heralds of woe, dertruction, and despair, Anon, why swelling with impetuous stores
The plague, the sword, and all the forms of war? Tumultuous tumbling, thunder to the shores;
On ruddy wings why forky lightning flies, By thy command does fair Aurora rise,
And rolling thunder grumbles in the skies? And gild with purple beams the blushing skies;
Say, can thy voice, when sultry Sirius reigns, The warbling lark salutes her chearful ray,
And suns intensely glowing cleave the plains, And welcomes with his song the rising day;
Th’exhausted urns of thirsty springs supply, The rising day ambrosial dew distils,
And mitigate the fever of the sky? Th' ambrosial dew with balmy odour fills
Or, when the heavens are charg'd with gloomy The flowers, the flowers rejoice, and Nature smiles.
And half the skies precipitate in floods, [clouds, Why Night, in sable rob'd, as day-light fades,
Chase the dark horrour of the storm away, O'er half the nations draws her awful shades;
Restrain the deluge, and restore the day? Now peaceful Nature lies diffus'd in ease;
By thee doth Summer deck herself with charms, A solemn stillness reigns o'er land and seas.
Or hoary Winter lock his frozen arms? Sleep sheds o'er all his balm: to sleep resign'd,
Say, if thy hand instruct the rose to glow,
Or to the lily give unsullied snow?
Swell into orbs, and load the bending trees,
The fainting murmur dies upon the floods, "No more the monsters of the desert roar,
And sighing breezes lull the drowzy woods. Doubling the terrours of the midnight hour. 6 Now bright she blazes, and supplies the day.
Whose various kinds a various hue unfold,
Come, blissful mourner, wisely sad,
Henceforth, thou, Care, my hours employ!
While to my sighs and groans by turns,
From graves the midnight Echo moums
Open thy marble jaws, O Tomb,
Though earth conceal me in thy womb ! A friendly radiance, mingling ray with ray?
And you, ye worms, this frame confound, Say, canst thou rule the coursers of the Sun,
Ye brother reptiles of the ground ! Or lash the lazy sign, Boötes, on?
O life, frail offspring of a day! Dost thou instruct the eagle how to fly,
"Tis puff'd with one short gasp away! To mount the viewless winds, and tower the sky ?
Swift as the short-liv'd flower it fies,
With cries we usher in our birth;
Pain, and Disease, and Sorrow wait.
Learns only prettily to toy ;
The wanton trifles life away.
When to the noon of life we rise, With sullen majesty lie stalks away,
The man grows elegant in vice; And the rocks tremble while he seeks his prey :
To glorious guilt in courts he climbs, Dreadful he grins, he rends the savage brood
Vilely judicious in his crimes.
Man seems already half a ghost;
What art thou, Gold, but shining earth?
Thou, common Fame, but common breath?
Look round on all that man below
Idly calls great, and all is show! Pours from his heart, and charges in his veins ;
All, to the coffin from our birth, He braves the spear, and mocks the twanging bow,
In this vast toy-shop of the Earth.
Come then, O friend of virtuous woe,
Thy steps... adieu, vain world, adieu !
DAPHNIS AND LYCIDAS:
A PASTORAL. Apreu vain mirth, and noisy joys!
THEY SING THE DIFFERENT SUCCESS AND ABSENCE OF Ye gay desires, deluding toys!
LORD VISCOUNT TOWNSHEND, Where awful shades embrown the woods,
OF RAINHAM, IN NORFOLK.
Sylvæ sunt consule dignæ.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE
VARIATION. He mocks the beating storms and wintery showers, How calm the evening ! see the falling day Making night hideous, as he sternly roars. Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray!
In gentle sighs the softly whispering breeze
But let her still those blest deceits employ,
Once, as my fair one in the rosy bower And, with its sweetness pleas'd, each note prolong! Soft I approach'd, and, rapturd with the bliss,
In gentle slumbers pass'd the noon-tide hour,
At leisure gaz'd, then stole a silent kiss: Sing, Museoand oh! may Townshend deign to view She wak’d; when conscious smiles, but ill represt What the Muse sings, to Townshend this is due ! Spoke no disdain !Was ever swain so blest? Who, carrying with him all the world admires, From all the world illustriously retires;
With fragrant apples from the bending bough And, calmly wandering in his Rainham, roves By lake, or spring, by thicket, lawn, or groves;
In sport my charmer gave her swain a blow:
The fair offender, of my wrath afraid, Where verdant hills, or vales, where fountains stray, Fled, till I seiz'd and kiss'd the blooining maid : Charm every thought of idle pomp away;
She smil'd, and vow'd if thus her crimes I pay, Unenvy'd views the splendid toils of state, She would offend a thousand times a day! In private happy, as in public great. Thus godlike Scipio, on whose cares reclin'd
O'er the steep mountain, and the pathless meau, 'The burthen and repose of half mankind,
From my embrace the lovely scorner fled; Left to the vain their pomp, and calmly stray'd,
But, stumbling in the flight, by chance she felle The world forgot, beneath the laurel sbade;
I saw--but what-her lover will not tell!
From me my fair one fled, dissembling play,
And in the dark conceal'd the wanton lay; Ye winds, breathe gently while I tune my lays.
But laugh'd, and show'd by the directing sound The joyous Spring draws nigh! ambrosial showers She only irid, in secret to be found. Unbind the earth, the earth unbinds the flowers, The flowers blow sweet, the daffodils unfold
Far hence to happier climes Belinda strays, The spreading glories of their blooining gold. But in my breast her lovely image stays;
Oh! to these plains again, bright nymph, repair, As the gay hours advance, the blossoms shoot, Or from my breast far hence thy image bear! The knitting blossoms harden into fruit; And as the Autumn by degrees ensues,
Come, Delia, come! till Delia bless these sex.ts, The mellowing fruits display their streaky hues. Hide me, ye groves, within your dark retreats! LYCIDAS.
In hollow groans, ye winds, around me blow!
Where'er Belinda roves, ye Zephyrs, play!
Where'er shc treads, ye flowers, adorn the way! DAPHNIS.
From sultry suns, ye groves, my charmer keep! Serere the storms! when shuddering Winter binds Ye bubbling fountains, murmur her to sleep! The earth! but Winter yields to vernal winds. Oh! Love, thy rigour my whole life deforms, If streams smooth-wandering, Delia, yield delight; More cold than Winter, more severe than storms! | If the gay rose, or lily, please thy sight ; LYCIDAS.
Sinooth streams here wander, here the roses glow, Sweet is the Spring, and gay the Summer hours, Here the proud lilies rise to shade thy brow! When balmy odours breathe from painter flowers ; But neither sweet the Spring, nor Summer gay, Aid me, ye Muses, while I loud proclaim When she I love, my charmer, is away.
What love inspires, and sing Delinda's name:
Waft it, ye breezes, to the hills around; To savage rocks, through bleak inclement skies, And sport, ye echoes, with the favourite sound. Deaf as those rocks, from me my fair one fies: Oh! virgin, cease to fly! th' inclement air (spare! Thy name, my Delia, shall improve my song, May hurt thy charms!-but thou hast charms to the pleasing labour of my ravish'd tongue:
Her name to Heaven propitious Zephyrs bear,
And breathe it to her kindred angels there!
But see! the Night displays her starry train,