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That rcars and ripens man, as well as plants, Th' assembled mischiefs that besiege them round? Here human nature wears its rudest form.

Heart gnawing hunger, fainting weariness. Deep from the picrcing season sunk in caves, The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice, Here hy dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer, Now Ceasing, now repew'd with louder rage, They waste the tedious gloom. Immers'd in furs, And in dire echoes bellowing round the nain. Doze the gross race. Nor sprightly jest, nor song, More to embroil the deep, Leviathan Nor tenderness they know; nor aught of life, And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, Beyond the kindred bears that stalk without. Tempest the loosen'd brine, while through the Till Morn at length, her roses drooping all, Far from the bleak inhospitable shore, [gloum, Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields, Loading the wiuds, is heard the hungry howl And calls the quiver'd savage to the chase. Of famish'd monsters, there awaiting wrocks.

What cannot active governinent perforın, Yet Providence, that ever-eaking eye, New-moulding inan? Wide-stretching from these Looks down with pity on the feeble toil A people savage from remotest time, (shores, Of mortals lost to hope, and lights thein safe, A huge neglected empire, one vast mind,

Through all this dreary labyrinth of fate. By Heaven inspir'd, from Gothic darkness call'd. "Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest Immortal Peter! first of monarchs! He

glooms, His stubborn country tam'd, her rocks, her fens, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons; How dead the vegetable kingdom lics! And while the fierce barbarian he subdued,

How duinb the tuneful! Horrour wide extends To more exalted soul he rais'd the man.

His desolate domain. Behold, fond man! Ye shades of ancient heroes, ye who toild See here thy pictur'd life; pass soine few years, Through long successive ages to build up

Thy Aowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent A labouring plau of state, behold at once

Thy sober Autumn fading into age, (strength, The wonder done! behold the matchless prince! And pale concluding Winter comes at last, Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then And shuts the scene. Ah!, whither now are fted, A mighty shadow of unreal power ;

Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts; Of happiness? those longings after fame? And, roaming every land, in every port

Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand, Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering Unwearied plying the mechanic tool,

thoughts, Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,

Tost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life? Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.

All now are vanish'd! Virtue sole survives,
Charg'd with the stores of Europe, home he goes; Immortal never failing friend of man,
Then cities rise amid th' illumin'd waste ;

His guide to happiness on high. And see!
O'er joyless deserts smiles the rural reign; 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth
Far distant food to flood is social join'd;

Of Heaven and Earth! awakening Nature bears 'Th' astonish'd Fuxine hears the Baltic roar; The new-creating word, and starts to life, Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd In every heighten'd form, from pain and death With daring keel bcfore; and armies stretch For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Each way their dazzling files, repressing here Involving all, and in a perfect whole The frantic Alexander of the north,

Uniting, as thc prospect wider spreads, And awing therc stern Othman's shrinking sons. To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Sloth flies the land, and Ignorance, and Vice, Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, Of old dishonour proud : it glows around,

Confounded in the dust, adore that Power,
Taught by the royal hand that rouz'd the whole, And Wisdom oft arraign'd: see now the cause,
One scene of arts, of arms, of rising trade : Why unassuming Worth in secret liv'd,
For what his wisdom plann'd, and power enforc'd, And dy'd neglected : why the good man's share
More potent still, his great example show'd. In life was gall and bitterness of soul :

Muttering, the winds at eve, with blupted point, Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd
Blow hollow-blustering from the south. Subdued, In starving solitude ; while Luxury,
The frost resolves into a trickling thaw.

In palaces, lay straining her low thought,
Spotted the mountains shine ; loose slcet descends, To form unreal wants : why heaven-born Truth,
And floods the country round. The rivers swell, And Moderation fair, wore the red marks
Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills, Of Superstition's scourge : why licens'd Pain,
O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe,
A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once ; Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distrest!
And, where they rush, the wide-resounding plain Ye noble few! who here unbending stand
Is left one slimy waste. Those sullen seas, Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up a while,
That wash'd th' ungenial pole, will rest no more And what your bounded view, which only saw
Beneath the shackles of the mighty north; A little part, deem'd evil, is no more :
But, rousing all their waves, resistless heave. The storms of Wintery Time will quickly pass,
And hark: the lengthening roar continuous runs And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Athwart the rifted deep: at once it bursts,
And piles a thousand mountains to the clouds.
ill fares the bark with trembling wretches charg'd,
That, tosi amid the Aoating fragments, moors

A HYMN. Beneath the shclter of an icy isle, While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horrour looks Tresf, as they change. Almighty Father, these, More horrible. Can human force endure

Are but the varied God. The rolling year

Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. is home he goes beneath the joyous Moon. Wide Hush the fields; the softening air is balm; Ye that keep watch in Heaven, as Earth asleep Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beaios, And every sense, and every beart, is joy.

Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Then comes thy glory in the Summer-months, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. With light and heat refulgent. Then thy Sun Great source of day! best image here below Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, And oft thy voice in drearitul thunder speaks ; From world to world, the vital occan round, And oft at daw), deep noon, or falling eve, On Nature write with every beam his praise. By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. The thunder rolls: be bush'd the prostrate world; Thy bounty shines in Autumn imconfind,

While cloud to cloud returns the solemn bymn. And spreads a cominon feast for all that lives. Bleat out afresh, ye bills: ye mossy rocks, In Winter awful thou! with clouds and storms Retain the sound: the broad responsive love, Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rollid, Ye valljes, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, And bis unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Riding sublime, thou bidst the world adore, Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song And humblest nature with thy northern blast. Burst from the groves! and when the restless day,

Mystrious round! what'skill, what force divine, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train, Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charın Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, The listening shades, and teach the night his praise. Such beauty and beneficence conbin'd,

Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, Shade, unperceivd, so softening into shade; At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, And all so forming an harmonious whole ;

Crown the great hymn! in swarming cities rast, That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. Assembled men, to the deep organ join But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, The long-resounding voice, oft-breaking clear, Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, At solemn pauses, through the swelling base; That ever-busy, wheels, the silent spheres; And, as each mingling flame increases each, Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence | In one united ardour rise to Heaven. The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring: Or if you rather chuse the rural shade, Flings from the Sun direct the flaming day;

And find a fame in every secret grove; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempests forth; There let the shepherd's dute, the virgin's lay, And, as on Earth this grateful change revolves, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, With transport touches all the springs of life. Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. Nature, attend! join every living soul,

For me, when I forget the darling theme, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,

Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray In adoration join ; and, ardent, raise

Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; One general song! To him, ye vocal gales, Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Breathe sott, whose Spirit in your freshness Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, Oh, talk of him in solitary gloons! Tbreathes: And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waring pine Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.

Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,

Rivers unknown to song ; where first the San Whosbake th' astonish'd world, lift high to Heaven Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Th' impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. Flames on th’ Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me; His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; Since God is ever present, ever felt, And let me catch it as I muse along.

In the void waste as in the city full; Ye headlong torrents, rapid. and profound ; And where he vital breathes, there must be jov, Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze When er'n at last the solemn hour should come, Along the vale; and thou, majestic main,

And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, A secret world of wonders in thyself,

I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers,
Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Will rising wonders sing : I cannot go
Or bids your roar, or bids your roarings fall. Where Universal Love not smiles around,
Soft roll your incense, herbs and fruits, and Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns;
fowers,

From seeming evil still educing good,
In mingled clonds to him ; whose Sun exalts, And better thence again, and better still,
Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil In infinite progression. But I lose
paints.

Myself in bim, in Light ineffable ;
Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to him ; Come then, expressive Silence, muse his praise,

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CANTO I.

OY THE OBSOLETE WORDS USED IN THIS POEM.

ing

THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. N. B. The letter r is frequently placed in the

beginning of a word by Spenser, to lengthen it AN ALLEGORICAL POEM.

a syllable, and en at the end of a word, for

the same reason, as withouten, casten, &c. ADVERTISEMENT.

Yborn-born.

Yfere together. This poem being writ in the manner of Spenser, Yblent, or blont-blend- Ymolten--melted. the obsolete words, and a simplicity of diction in ed, mingled.

Yode (preter tense of some of the lines, which borders on the ludicrous, Yclad-clail

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yede)-ent. were necessary, to make the imitation more per: Ycleped-walled, named. fect. And the style of that admirable poet, as well as the measure in which he wrote, are, as it

THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, were, appropriated by custom to allegorical poems writ in our language ; just as in French the style

The Castle height of Indolence, of Marot, who lived under Francis I. has been

And its false luxury; used in tales, and familiar epistles, by the politest writers of the age of Louis XIV.

Where for a little time, alas!

We liv'd rightjollily.
EXPLANATION

O MORTAL man, who livest here by toil, s

Do not complain of this thy hard estate; V Ascucmage--the chief or Louting — bowing, bend- .

That like an emmet thou inust ever moil,

Is a sad sentence of an ancient date ;
greatest of magicians or
enchanters.
Lithe loose, lax.

And, certes, there is for it reason great; ba
Apaid-paid.
Mell--mingle.

For, tho' sometimes it makes thee weep and wail, e
Appal-afright.
Moe-more.

And curse thy star, and early drudge and late, to Atween-between. Moil-to labour.

Withouten that would come an heavier bale, e Ay--always. Mote-might.

Loose life, unruly passions, and diseases pale. Bale--sorrow, trouble, Muchel or mochel - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, misfortune. much, great.

With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round, v Benempt-named. Nathless-nevertheless.

A niost enchanting wizard did abide, a
Blazon - painting, dis-
Nenor.

Than whom a ficnd more fell is no where found. playing. Needments necessaries.

It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground; de Breme--coid, taw. Noursling a child that is

And there a season atween June and May, Carol--to sing songs of

nur sed.

Half prankt with spring, with summer half emjoy. Noyance-harm.

brown'd, Caucus-the north-east Prankt-coloured, adorn- A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, e wind.

No living wight could work, ne cared ev'n for play, e Certes-certainly.

Perdie (Fr. par Dieu)-
Dan word prefired to an old oath.

Was nought around but images of rest :
Prick'd thro'the forest-

Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns between; Deftly-skilfully.

rode through the forest.

And flowery beris that slumberous infuence kest, Depainted-painted. Seardry, burnt up.

From poppies breath'd; and beds of pleasant Dropsy-head-drowsiSheen-bright, shining.

green, Sicker--sure, surely.

Where never yet was creeping creature scen. Fath-easy. Smackt-savoured.

Meantime unnumber'd glittering streamlets Eftsoons — immediately, Soot-sweet, or sweetly.

play'd, often afterwards. Sooth-itue, or truth.

And burl'd every where their waters shecn;
Eke-also.
Stound--misfortune,pang.

That, as they bicker'd through the sunny shade,
Fays---fuiries.
Sweltry--sultry, consum-

Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur Gear or geer-fumiture, ing with heat.

made. equipage, dress. Swink-to labour,

Join'd to the prattle of the purling rills, Glaive sword. (Fr.) 'Thrall slave.

Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, Glee-joy, pleasure.

Transmew'd transform- And Rocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, Han-have.

ed.

And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : Aight-named, called ; Vild-vile.

And now and then sweet Philomel wouli wail, and sometimes it is Unkempt (Lat. incomp- Or stock-doves plain anid the fortst deep, used for is called. See tus)

-unadorned. That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale; stanza vii.

Ween-to think, be of opi- And still a coil the grasshopper did keep; Idless-midleness.

nion.

Yet all these sounds yblent inclined all to sleep. Imp-child, or offspring; Weet--to know; to weet,

Full in the passage of the vale, above, from the Saxon impan, to wit.

A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; Whiloinere.while, forto graft or plant.

[move,

Where nonght but shadowy forms was seen to Kest--for cast. merly.

As Idless fancy'd in her dreaming mood :
Lad-for led.
Wight-man.

And up the hills, on either side, a wood
Leama piece of land, or Wis, for wist to know,

Of blackening pincs, ay waving to and fro, meadow.

think, understand. Libbard-leopard.

Sent forth a sleepy horrour through the blood; Wonne (a noun)-dwell

And where this valley winded out, below, Lig-to lie.

ing.

The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard Losel--loose idle fellow. Wroke-wreakt.

to fow.

ed gayly.

names.

ness.

A pleasing land of drousy-head it was,

“With me, you need not rise et early daws. Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; To pass the joyless day in various stounds : And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Or, louting low, on upstart Fortume fawn, For ever fushing round a summer-sky:

And sell fair honour for some paltry pounds; There eke the soft deligiits, that witchingly Or through the city take your dirty rounds, Instil a wanton swet-tness through the breast, To cheat, and dun, and lye, and visit pay, And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh'; Now flattering base, vow giring secret wounds:

But whate'er smack'd of noyance, or unrist, Or prowl in courts of law for human prry, Was far far off expell’d from this delicious nest. In vernal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway. The landskip such, inspiring perfect ease,

“No cocks, with me, to rustic labour call, Where Indolence (for so the wizard hight)

From village on to village sounding clear: Close-hid his castle mid embowcring trees,

To tardy swain no shrill-voic'd matrons squall; That half shut out the beams of Phoebus bright,

No dogs, no babes, no wires, to stun your ear; And made a kind of checker'd day and night;

No hammers thump; no horrid blacksmith sear, Meanwhile, unceasing at the massy gate,

Ne noisy tradesmen your sweet slumbers start, Beneath a spacious palm, the wicked wight

With sounds that are a misery to bear: Was plac'd; and to his lute, of cruel fate,

But all is calın, as would delight the heart And labour harsh, complain'd, lamenting man's

Of Sybarite of old, all nature, and all art. estate. Thither continual pilgrims crowded still,

“ Here yought but candour reigns, indulgent ease, From all the roads of Earth that pass there by :

Good.natur'd lounging, sauntering up and down: For, as they chaunc'd to breathe on ncighbour

They who are pleas'd themselves must always ing hill,

please ; The freshness of this valley smote their eve,

On others' ways they nerer squint a frown, And drew them ever and anon more nigh;

Nor heed what haps in hainlet or in town: Till clustering round th' enchanter false they

Thus, from the source of tender indolence, Ymolten with his syren melody; (hung.

With milky blood the heart is overflown, While o'er th' enfeebling lute his hand he fung, For Interest, Enry, Pride, and Strife, are banish'd

Is sooth'd and sweetcu'd by the social sense; And to the trembling chords these tempting verses

hence. sung: “Behold! ye pilgrims of this Earth, behold! “ W'hat, what is virtue, but repose of trind, See all but man with uneam'd pleasure gay: A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm; See her bright robes the butterfly unfold,

Abore the reach of wild ambition's sind, Broke from her wintery tomb in prime of May ! Above the passions that this world deform, What youthful bride can equal her array? And torture man, a proud malignant worm? Who can with her for easy pleasure vic?

But herè, instead, soft gales of passion play, From mead to .ead with gentle wing to stray, And gently stir the heart, thereby to forin From flower to flower on balmy gales to fly, A quicker sense of joy; as breezes stray [80r Is all she has to do beneath the radiant sky. Across th' enliven'd skies, and make them still more

“ Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, “ The best of men have erer lord reposes The swarming songsters of the careless grore, They hate to mingle in the filthy fray; Ten thousand throats ! that from the fowering Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows, thorn,

Enbitter'd more from peevish day to day. Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love, Ev'n those whom Fame has lent her fairest ray, Such grateful kindly raptures them emove: The most renown'd of worthy wights of yore, They neither plough, nor sow; ne, fit for fail, From a base world at last have stol'n away: E'or to the barn the nodden sheaves they drore;

So scipio, to the soft Cumæan shore Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale,

Retiring, tasted joy he never knew before. Whatever crowns the hill, or smiles along the vale.

“ But if a little exercise you chuse, * Outcast of Nature, man! the wretched thrall

Some zest for case, 'tis not forbidden here. Of bitter dropping sweat, of sweltry pain,

Amid the groves you may indulge the Muse, Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall,

Or tend the blooms, and deck the vernal year; And of the vices, an inhuman train,

Or softly stealing, with your watery gear, That all proceed from savage thirst of gain : For when hard-hearted Interest first began

Along the brook, the crimson spetted fry

You may delude: the whilst, amus'd, you hear To poison Earth, Astræa left the plain ;

Now the hoarse stream, and now the Zephyr's Guile, violence, and murder, seiz'd on man,

sigh, And, for soft milky streams, with blood the rivers

Attuned to the birds, and woodland melody. ran, " Came, ye, who'stil the cumberous loail of life “O grierous folly! to heap up estate, Push hard up hill; but as the farthest steep Losing the days you see beneath the Sum; You trust to gain, and put an end to strifo,

When, suddeu,.comes blind unrelenting Fate, Down thunders back the stone with mighty sweep,

And gives th' untasted portion you have won, And burls your labours to the valley deep,

With ruthless toil, and many a wretch undone, For ever vain : come, and, withouten fee,

To those who mock you gone to Pluto's reign, I in oblivion will your sorrows steep,

There with sad ghosts to pine, and shadons dun : Y ur cares, your toils, will steep you in a sea But sure it is of vanities inost vain, Of full delight ; O come, ye weary wights, to me! | To toil for what you here untoiling may obtain."

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1 Me ceas'd. But still their trembling ears retain'd Thus easy row'd, they to the fountain sped,
The deep vibrations of his witching song ;

That in the middle of the court up-threw
That, by a kind of magic power, constrain'd A stream, high-spouting froin its liquid bed,
To enter in, pell-mell, the listening throng, And falling back again in drizzly dew:
Heaps pour'd on heaps, and yet they slipt along, There each deep draughts, as deep be thibsted,
In silent ease: as when bencath the beam

It was a fountain of Nepenthe rare: (dre
Of summer-moors, the distant woods among, Whence, as Dan Homer sings, huge pleasaunce

Or by some food all silver'd with the gleam, And sweet oblivion of vile earthly care; (grew, The soft-einbodied Fays through airy portal stream: Fair gladsome waking thoughts, and joyous dreams

more fair.
By the smooth deinon so it order'd was,
And here his baneful bounty first began :

This rite perform'd, all inly pleas'd and still,
Though some there were who would not further Withonten tromp, was proclamation made.
And his alluring baits suspected han. (pass,

“ Ye sons of Indolence, do what you will;
The wise distrust the too fair-spoken man.

And wander where you list, thro' hall or glade!
Yet through the gate they cast a wishful eye: Be no inan's pleasure for another staid ;
Not to move on, perdie, is all they can ;

Let each as likes him best his hours employ,
For, do their very best, they cannot fly,

And curs'd be he who minds his neighbour's trade!
But often each way look, and often sorcly sigh.

Here dwells kind Fasc and innreproving Joy:

He little merits bliss who others can annoy."
When this the watchful wicked wizard saw,
With sudden spring he leap'd upon them straigirt ; Straight of these endless numbers, swarming
And, soon as touch'd by his unhallow'd paw, As thick as idle motes in sunny ray, (round,
They found themselves within the cursed gate; Not one eftsoons in view was to be found,
Full hard to be repass'd, like that of Fate. But every man strollid off his own glad way,
Not stronger were of old the giant crew,

Wide o'er this ample court's black area,
Who sought to pull high Jove from regal state; With all the lodges that thereto pertain'd,

Though feeble wretch he seem'd, of sallow hue : No living creature could be seen to stray;
Certes, who bides his grasp, will that encounter rue. While solitude and perfect silence reign'd :

So that to think you dreáint you almost wes con-
For whomsoe'er the villain takes in hand,

strain'd.
Their joints unknit, their sinews melt apace;
As liche they grow as any willow-wand,

As when a shepherd of the Hebrid isles,
And of their vanish'd force remains no trace:

Plac'd far amid the melancholy main,
So when a maiden fair, of mortest grace,

(Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles;
In all her buxom blooming May of charms,

Or that aëriał beings sometimes deign
Is seized in some losel's hot embrace,

Tu stand embodied, to our senses plain)
She waxeth very weakly as she warms,

Sees ou the naked hill, or vallcy low,
Then sighing yields her up to love's delicious harms. The whilst in ocean Phæbus dips his wain,

A vast assembly moving to and fro:
Wak'd by the crowd, slow from his bench arose

Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
A coinely full-spread porter, swoln with sleep:
His calm, bread, thoughtless aspect, breath'd

Ye gods of quiet, and of sleep profound!

Whose soft dominion d'er this castle sways,
repose;
And in sweet torpour he was plunged deep,

And all the widely-silent places round,
Ne could himself from ceaseless yawning keep ;

Forgive me, if my trembling pen displays
Whilco'er his eyes the drowsy liquor ran,

What never yet was sung in mortal lays.
Thro' which his half-wak'd soul would faintly pecp.

But how shall I attempt such arduous string,
Then, taking his black staff, he callid his man, I who have speat my rights and nightly days,
And rous'd himself as much as rouse himself he can. In this soul-deadening place, loose-loitering?

Ah ! how shall I for this uprear my moulted wing?
The lad leap'd lightly at his master's call.
He was, to weet, a little roguish page,

Come on, my Muse, por stoop to low despair,
Save sleep and play who minded nought at all, Thou imp of Jove, touch'd by celestial fire!
Like most the intaught scriplings of his age.

Thou yet shalt sing of was, and actions fair,
This boy he kept each band to disengage,

Which the bold sons of Britain will inspire ;
Garters and buckles, task for him unfit,

of ancient bards thou yet shall sweep the lyre ;
But ill-becoming his grave personage,

Thou yet shall trea in tragic pall the stage,
And which bis portly paunch would not permit,

Paint love's enchanting woes, the hero's ire,
So this same limber page to all perforined it.

The sage's calm, the patriot's poble rage, (age.

Dashing corruption down through every worthless
Meantime the master-porter wide display'a
Great store of caps, of slippers, and of gowns ;

The doors, that know m shrill alarming bell,
Wherewith he those that enter'd in, array'd Ne cursed knocker ply'd by villain's hand,
Loose, as the breeze that plays along the downs, Self-open'd into balls, where, wbo can tell
And waves the summer-woods when evening What elegance and grandeur wide expand
frowns.

The pride of Turkey and of Persia land?
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And couches stretch'd around is seenly bend;
And heightens ease with grace. This done, right And endless pillows rise to prop the head;
fain,

So that each spacious room was one full-swelling-
Sir porter sat him down, and tura'd to sleep again.

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