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Witness, ye lowing herds, who gave him milk; came, the bard, a little druid-wight,
With sweetness mix'd. In russet brown bedight
Bright as the children of yon azure sheen. Of crimes and ruflian idleness the child [vild !
True comeliness, which nothing can impair, From Heaven this life ysprung, from Hell thy glories Dwells in the mind : all else is vanity and glare.
Nor from this deep retirement banish'd was “Come," quoth the knight, "a voice has reach'd
Coine, Philomelus; let us instant go,
(shore. Must drink a bitter wrathful cup of woe : and woods imbrown the steep, or wave along the But some there be, thy song, as from their graves,
Shall raise. Thrice happy he! who without rigour As nearer to his farm you made approach, He polish'd nature with a finer hand : Yet on her beauties durst not art incroach; Issuing forth, the knight bestrode his steed, 'Tis art's alone these beauties to expand.
Of ardent bay, and on whose front a star In graceful dance immingled, o'er the land, Shone blazing bright. sprung from the generous Pan, Paleas, Flora, and Pomona play'd :
breed Here too brisk gales the rude wild common fand That whirl of active day the rapid car,
An happy place; where frce, and unafraid, He pranc'd along, Jisdaining gate or bar. Amid the flowering brakes each coyer creature Meantime, the bard on milk-white palfrey rode; stray'd.
An honest sober beast, that did not mar
His meditations, but full softly trode ; But in prime vigour what can last for ay?
And much they moraliz'd as thus yfere they That soul-enfeebling wizard Indolence,
yode. I whilom sung, wrought in his works decay : Spread far and wide was his curs'd influence; They talk'd of virtue, and of human bliss. Of public virtue much he dulld the sense,
What else so fit for man to settle well? Evin much of private ; ate our spirit out,
And still their long researches met in this, And fod our rank luxurious vices : whenoe
This truth of truths, which nothing can refel: The land was overlaid with many a lout; (stout. " From virtue's fount the purest joys out-well, Not as old Fame reports, wise, generous, bold, and Sweet rills of thought that cheer the conscious
[Hell, A rage of pleasure madden'd every breast,
While vice pours forth the troubled streams of Down to the lowest lees the ferment ran :
The which, howe'er disguis'd, at last with dole To his licentious wish each must be blest,
Will, through the tortur'd breast, their fiery torWith joy be fever'd ; snatch it as he can.
rent roll.” Thus Vice the standard rear'd; her arrier-ban Corruption call’d, and loud she gave the word, At length it dawn'd, that fatal valley gay, “ Mind, mind yourselves ! why should the vulgar O'er which high wood-crown'd hills their summito
The lacquey be more virtuous than his lord ? On the cool height awhile our palmers stay, Enjoy this span of life ! 'tis all the gods afford.” And spite er'n of themselves their senses cheer;
Then to the vizard's wonne their steps they The tidings reach'd to where in quiet hall,
steer. The good old knight enjoy'd well-earn'd repose.
Like a green isle, it broad beneath them spred, “Come, come, sir Knight! thy children on thee
With gardens round, and wandering currents call :
clear, Come, save us yet, ere ruin round us close!
And tufted groves to shade the meadow hedi, The demon Indolence thy toils o'erthrows."
Sweet airs and song; and without harry all seem'd On this the noble colour stain'd his cheeks,
glad. Indignant, glowing through the whitening snows
Of venerable eld; his eye full speaks (breaks “As God shall judge me, knight, we must forgive® His ardent soul, and from his couch at once he (The half-enrapturd Philomelus cry'd)
“ The frail good man deluded here to live, “ I will," he cry'd “so help me God! destroy
And in these groves his musing fancy hide. That villain, Archimage." - His page then He to him callid, a fiery-footed boy, (straight
Ah! nought is pute. It cannot be deay'd,
That virtue still some tincture has of vice, Benempt Dispatch. “My steed be at the gate;
And vice of virtue. What should tken betide
But that our charity be not too nice ?
· The nightingale. From the strong iron grasp of vengeful Destiny.
Ay, sicker" (quoth the knight) “ all flesh is The bard obey'd ; and taking from his side, To pleasant sin and joyous dalliance bent; (frail, W'here it in seemly sort depending hung, But let not brutista vice of this avail,
His British harp, its speaking strings he try'd, And think to 'scape deserved punishment.
The which with skilful touch he defils struds, Justice were cruel weakly to relent;
Till tinkling in clear symphony they rung. From Mercy's self she got her sacred glaire ; Then, as he felt the Muses come along, Grace be to those who can, and will, repent; Light o'er the chords his raptur'd hand he fung, But penance long, and dreary, to the slave, And play'd a prelude to his rising song: Who must ip floods of fire his gross foul spirit lave." The whilst, like midnight mute, ten thousands . Thus, holding high discourse, they came to where
round bim throng The cursed carle was at his wonted trade;
Thus, ardent, burst his strain.Still tempting heedless men into his snare,
“ Ye helplese race, In witching wise, as I before bave said.
Dire-labouring here to smother reason's ray, But when he saw, in goodly gter array'd,
That lights our Maker's image in our face, The grave majestic knight approaching nigh,
And gives us wide o'er Earth unquestion'd sway; And by his side the bard so sage and staju,
What is th' ador'd Supreme Perfection, say? His countenance fell; yet oft bis anxious eye
What, but eternal never-resting soul, Mark'd them, like wily fox who roosted cock doth Almighty power, and all-directing day; spy.
By whom each atom stirs, the planets roll; Nathless, with feign'd respect, he bade give back
Who tills, surrounds, informs, and agitates the
whole. The rabble-rout, and welcom'd them full kind; Struck with the noble twain, they were not slack
"Come, to the beaming God your hearts unfold? Ilis orders to obry, and fall behind.
Draw from its fountain life! "I'is thence, alone, Then he resum'd his song ; and unconfin'd,
We can excel. Up from unfeeling mould, Pour'd all his music, ran through all his strings: To seraphs burning round th' Almighty's throne, With magic dust their eyne he tries to blind,
Life rising still on life, in higher tone, And virtue's tender airs o'er weakness flings.
Perfcction forms, and with perfection bliss. What pity base his song who so divinely sings!
In universal nature this clear shown,
Nor needeth proof; to prove it were, I wis, Elate in thought, he counted them his own,
To prove the beauteous world excels the brute ahrs They listen'd so intent with tix'd delight :
“ Is not the field, with lively culture green, But they instead, as if transmowd to stone, Marvel'd he could! with such sweet art unite
A sight more joyous than the dead morass The lights and shades of inanners, wrong and
Do not the skies, with active cther clean, right.
And fann'd by sprightly zephyrs, far surpass Meantime, the silly crowd the charm devour,
The foul November fogs, and slumberous mass, Wide pressing to the gate. Swift, on the knight
With which şad Nature veils her drooping face? Ile darted fierce', to dray him to his bower,
Does not the mountain-stream, as clear as glass, Who backening shunn'd his touch, for well he knew
Gay dancing on, the putrid pool disgrace? (racc. its power.
The same in all holds true, but chief in buman.
“ It was not by vile loitering in ease As in throng’d amphitheatre, of old,
That Greece obtain'd the brighter palm of art, The wary Retiarius trapp'd his foe: Ev'n so the knight, returning on him bold,
Tänat soft yet ardent Athens learnt to please, At once involv'd him in the net of woe,
To keen the wit, and to sublims the heart, Whereof I mention mado not long ago.
In all supreme complete in every part ! lnrag'd at first, he scorn'd so weak a jail,
It was not thence majestic Rome arose, And leapt, and few, and flounced to and fro;
And o'er the nations shook her conquering dart: But when he found that nothing could avail,
For sluggard's brow the laurel never grows; He set him felly down and gnaw'd his bitter nail.
Renown is not the child of indolent repose.
“ Had unambitious mortals minded nought, Alarm'd, th' inferior demons of the place
But in loose joy their time to wear away; Rais'd rueful shricks and hideous yells around;
Had they alone the lap of dalliance songht, Black stormy clouds deform'd the welkin's face,
Pleas'd on her pillow their dull heads to lay, And from beneath was heard a wailing sound,
Rude Nature's state had been our state to-day; As of infernal sprites in cavern bound;
No cities c'er their towery fronts had rais'd, A solemn sadness every creature strook,
No arts had made us opulent and gay; And lightnings fash'd, and horrour rock'd the
With brother-brutes the human race had graz'd; ground:
(look, Huge crowds on crowds out-pour'd, with blemish'd None c'er had soar'd to fame, none honour'd been,
none prais'd. As if on time's last verge this frame of things had shook.
Great Homer's song had never fir'd the breast Sonn as the short liv'd tempest was yspent,
To thirst of glory, and heroic deeds;
Sweet Maro's Muse, sunk in inglorious rest, Steamı'd from the jaws of vext Avernus' bole,
Had silent slept amid the Mincian reeds : And hush'd the hubbub of the rabblement,
The wits of modern time had told their beads, Şir Industry the frst calm moment stole. (shoal, "'There must” (he cry'd) " amidst so vast á
And monkish legions been their only strains;
Our Milton's Eden had lain wrapt in weeds. Be some who are not tainted at the heart,
Our Shakespeare stroil'd and laugh'd with WarNot poison'd quite by this same villain's bowl :
[plains Come then, my bard, thy heavenly fire impart; Touch soul with soul, till forth the latentspirit stare', 1 Ne had my master Spencer charm'd his Malla's
Glad warbling through the vales, in their new being
" Dumb too had been the sage historic Muse, “ Would you then learn to dissipate the band
That in the weak man's way like lions stand,
Let godlike Reason, from her sovereign throne, And for his country's cause been prodigal of blood ? Speak the commanding word-I will-and it is
“ Heavens! can you then thus waste, in shame
Your few important days of tryal here? (ful wise, ? hen hear how best may be obtain'd this fee,
Heirs of eternity! yborn to rise
Through endless states of being, still more near
To bliss approaching, and perfection clear,
Can you renounce a fortune so sublime,
Such glorious hopes, your backward steps to steer,
And roll, with vilest brutes, thromud and slime? O leaden-hearted men, to be in love with death !
No! no !-Your heaven-touch'd beart disdains the “Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven,
As when amid the lifeless summits proud
Of Alpine cliffs, where to the gelid sky
The rays divine of vernal Phæbus play; While he whom toil has brac'd, or manly play, Th’ awaken'd heaps, in streamlets from on high, Has light as air each limb, each thought as clear Rous'd into action, lively leap away, [gay.”
as day. “O, who can speak the vigorous joy of health ! Unclogg'd the body, unobscur'd the mind :
That lighted up these new-created men,
Than that which wings th' exulting spirit clean,
It soaring seeks its native skies agen :
How light its essence! how unclogg'd its powers, As May comes on, and wakes the balmy wind ;
Beyond the blazon of my mortal pen! Rampant with life, their joy all joy exceeds :
Ev'n so we glad forsook the sinful bowers, Yet what but high-strung health this dancing plea- Ev'n such enraptur'd life, snch energy was ours. Saunce breeds?
But far the greater part, with rage inflam'd,
Dire-mutter'd curses, and blasphem'd bigb Jove. " But here, instead, is foster'd every ill,
“ Ye sons of hate!” (they bitterly exclaim’d) Which or distemper'd minds or bodies know.
“What brought you to this seat of peace and love? Come then, my kindred spirits ! do not spill While with kind nature, here amid the grove, Your talents here. This place is but a show,
We pass'd the harmless sabbath of our time, Whose charms delude you to the den of woe : What to disturb it could, fell men, emove Come, follow me, I will direct you right,
Your barbarous hearts ? Is happiness a crime? Where pleasure's roses, void of serpents, grow, Then do the fiends of Hell rule in yon Heaven sucSincere as sweet; come, follow this good knight,
[wrath) And you will bless the day that brought him to your sight.
“ Ye impious wretches,” (quoth the knight in
“ Your happiness behold !” Then straight a waud “ Some he will lead to courts, and some to camps; He war'd, an anti-magic power that hath, To senates some, and public sage debates,
Truth from illusive falsehood to command. Where, by the solemn gleam of midnight-lamps, Sudden the landskip sinks on every hand; The world is pois'd, and manag'd mighty states; The pure quick streams are marshy puddles To high discovery some, that new-crcates
found; The face of Earth; some to the thriving mart; On baleful heaths the groves all blacken'd stand; Some to the rural reign, and softer fates;
And, o'er the weedy foul abhorred ground, To the sweet Muses some, who raise the heart; Snakes, adders, toads, each loathsome creature All glory shall be yours, ail nature, and all art.
crawls around. “ There are, I see, who listen to my lay, And here and there, on trees by lightning scath'd, Who wretched sigh for virtue, but despair. Unhappy wights who loathed life yhung; *All may be doned (methinks I hear them say) Or, in fresh gore and recent murder bath'd, 'Ev'n death despis'd by generous actions fair ; They weltering lay; or else, infuriate flung All, but for those who to these bowers repair,
Into the gloomy flood, while ravens sung Their every power dissolv'd in luxury,
The funeral dirge, they down the torrent rollid: To quit of torpid sluggishness the lair,
These, by distemper'd blood to madness stung, And from the powerful arms of sloth get free. Had doom'd themselves; whence oft, when night 'Tis rising from the dead t-Alas !--It capnot be !'
The world, returning bither their sad spirits bowl'de VOL. XII.
Meantime a moving scene was open laid;
It was a worthy edy fying sight, That lazar-house, I wbiloin in my lay
And gives to hunan-kind peruliar grace, Depainted hare, it's horrours deep-display'd, To see kind hands attending day and night, And gave unnamber'd wretches to the day, With tender ministry, from place to place. Who tossing there in squalid misery lay.
Soine prop the head; some from the pallid face Soon as of sacred light th' unwonted smile
Wipe off the faint cold deus weak nature sheds; Pour'd on these living catacounlis its ray,
Sumne reach the healing draught: the whilst, to Through the drear caverns stretching inany a
The fear supreme, around their soften'd beds, The sick up-rais'd their heads, and dropp'd their Some holy man by prayer all opening litaven diswoes a while.
preds. “ O, Heaven!” (they cry'd)“ and do we once Attended hy a glad acclaiming train,
Of those he rescued bad froin gaping Hell, Yon blessed Sun, and this green Earth so fair? Then turn'd the knight; and, to his hall again Are we froin noisome dairps of pest-house Soft-pacing, sought of Peace the mossy cell: free?
Yet down his cheeks the gems of pity felt, And drink our souls the swect ethereal air? To see the helpless wretches that reinain'd, 0, thou! or knight, or god! who holdest there There left through delves and deserts dire to That fiend, oh, keep him in eternal chains !
(stain'd, But what for us, the children of despair,
Amaz'd, their looks with pale dismay were Brought to the brink of Hell, what hope re- And spreading wide their hands they meck repesmains?
tance feign'd. Repentance does itself but aggravate our pains."
But, ah! their scorned day of grace was past: The gentle knight, who saw their rueful case, For (horrible to tell!) a desert wild (vast, Let fall alown his silver brard soine tears.
Before them stretch'd, bare, comfortless, and “ Certes" (quoth he) " it is not er’n in grace, With gibbets, bones, and carcases defil'd. T" undo the past, and eke your broken years : There nor trim field, nor lively culture smild; Nathless, to nobler worlds Repentance rears, Nor waving shade was seen, nor fountain fair; With humble bope, her eye; to her is given Bui sands abrupt on sands lay loosely pilld, A power the truly contrite heart that cheers; Through which they floundering toil'd with painShe quells the brand by which the rocks are
[less air. riven;
Whilst Phæbus smote them sore, and fir'd the cloud. She more than merely softens, she rejoices Heaven."
Then, varying to a joyless land of bogs, “ Then patient bear the sufferings you have
The sadden'd country a grey waste appear'd; earn'd,
Where nought but putrid streams and noisome And by these sufferings purify the mind;
For ever hung on drizzly Auster's beard; (fogs. Let wisdom be by past misconduct learn'd:
Or else the ground by piercing Caurus seard, Or pious die, with penitence resigu’d;
Was jagg’d with frost, or heap'd with glazed And to a life more happy and refin'd, Doubt not, you shall, new creatures, yet arise.
Through these extremes a ceaseless round they
steerd, Till then, you inay expect in me to find One who will wipe your sorrow from your eyes,
By cruel fiends still hurry'd to and fro, One who will soothe your pangs, and wing you to
Gaunt Beggary, and Scorn, with many hell-hounds the skies."
The first was with base dunghill rags yclad, They silent heard, and pour'd their thanks in tears.
Tainting the gale, in which they flutter'd light;
Of morbid hue his features, sunk, and sad; “For you” (resum’d the knight, with sterner
His hollow eyne shook forth a sickly light; “Whose hard dry hearts th' obdurate demon
And o'er his lank jaw-bone, in piteous plight, sears, That villain's gifts will cost you many a groan;
His black rough beard was matted rank and In dolorous mansion long you must bemoan
vile; His fatal charms, and weep your stains away:
Direful to see! an heart-appalling sight! Till, soft and pure as infant goodness grown,
Meautime foul scurf and blotches him defile;
And dogs, where-e'er he went, still barked all the You feel a perfect change: then, who can say,
while. What grace may yet shine forth in Heaven's eternal
The other was a fell despightful fiend: This said, his powerful wand he wav'd anew : Hell holds none worse in baleful bower below: Instant, a glorious angel-train descends,
By pride, and wit, and rage, and rancour, The Charities, to wit, of rosy hue;
keen'd; Sweet love their looks a gentle radiance lends, Of man alike, if good or bad, the foe : And with seraphic flame compassion blends. With nose up-turn'd, he always made a show At once, delighted, to their charge they fiy: As if he smelt some nauseous scent; his eye Wben, lo! a goodly hospital ascends;
Was cold, and keen, like blast from boreal snow; In which they bade each lenient aid be nigh, And taunts he casten forth most bitterly. That could the sick-bed smoothe of that sad com. Such were the twain that off drove this ungodly pany.
Er'n so through Brentford town, a town of mud, | Deep in her anxious heart, rerôlring sad :
Hung o'er the deep from her majestic brow
Nor ceas'd her sobs to murmur to the main. Makes them renew their unmelodious moan ; Peace discontented nigh, departing, stretch'd Ne ever find they rest from their unresting fone. Her dove-like wings. And War, though greatlyrous'd,
Yet mourns his fetter'd hands. While thus the ira
queen TO MR. THOMSON,
Of nations spoke: and what she said the Muse
Recorded, faithful in unbidden verse. ON HIS UNFINISHED PLAN OF A POEM, CALLED THE
“ Ev'n not yon sail, that, from the sky-mixt wave, CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, IN SPENSER'S STYLE.
Dawns on the sight, and wafts the royal youth',
A freight of future glory to my shore;
And rising periods yet of bright renown,
Through late revolving time, can sooth my rage; Ir: various turns, and many a winding fold, While, unchastis'd, th' insulting Spaniard dares He spins his web, and as he spins decays;
Infest the trading food, full of vain war Till, within circles infinite enrolld,
Despise my navies, and my merchants seize; He rests supine, imprison'd in the maze, As, trusting to false peace, they fearless roam The which himself did make, the gathering of his The world of waters wild ; made, by the toil, days.
And liberal blood of glorious ages, mine:
Nor bursts my sleeping thunder on their head. So thou, they say, from thy prolific brain,
Whence this unwonted patience? this weak doubt? A Castle, hight of Indolence, didst raise;
This tame beseeching of rejected peace?
This meek forbearance? this unnative fear,
To generous Britons never known before?
And sail'd my fleets for this, on Indian tides
To foat, unactive, with the veering winds?
The mockery of war! while hot disease,
And sloth distemper’d, swept off burning crowds, power.
Inglorious, sunk them in a watery grave. But Venus, suffering not her favourite worm
There now they lie beneath the rolling food, For aye to sleepen in his silky tomb,
Far from their friends, and country unavengd ; Instructs him to throw off his pristine form, And back the drooping war-ship comes again, And the gay features of a fly assume ;
Dispirited, and thin; her sons asham'd When, lo! eftsoons from the surrounding gloom, Thus idly to review their native shore; Hevigourous breaks, forth issuing from the wound with not one glory sparkling in their eye, His horny beak bad made, and finding room, One triumph on their tongue. A passenger, On new-plum'd pinions futters all around,
The violated merchant comes along; And buzzing speaks his joy in most expressive That far-sought wealth, for which the noxious gale sound.
He drew, and sweat beneath equator suns,
By lawless force detain'd; a force that soon
Whence is it that the proud Iberian thus,
Dares rouse to wrath the masters of the main ? And, on the wings of Resolution,
Who told him, that the big incumbent war Like thine own hero dight, fliest o'er the plains, Would not, ere this, have roll d his trenibling purts Chauncing his peerless praise in never-dying strains. In smoky ruin? and his guilty stores,
Won by the ravage of a butcher'd world,
Yet unaton'd, sunk in the swallowing deep,
Or led the glittering prize into the Thames ?
“ There was a time (oh, let my languid sons A POEM.
Resume their spirit at the rousing thought !) -Et tantas andetis tollere moles?
When all the pride of Spain, in one dread fleet, Quos ego-sed motos præstat componere Aluctus. Swelld o'er the labouring surge; like a whole Post mihi non simili pæna commissa luetis.
heaven Maturate fugam, regique hæc dicite vestro:
Of clouds, wide rollid before the boundless breeze,
Virg. Exultant plough’d, reflecting a red gleam,