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Of those whom bigots chase from foreign lands, Each part with each, and with the circling main Not built on rapine, servitude, and woe,
The whole enliven'd isle. Lo! ports expand, 711 And in their tur some petty tyrants prey ;
Free as the winds and wares, their sheltering arus. But, bound by social freedom, firm they rise; Lo! streaming coinfort o'er the troubled deep, Such as, of late, an Oglethorpe has form'), On every pointed coast the light-house towers; And, crowding round, the charm'd Savannah sees. And, by the broad imperious mole repellid,
“ Horrid with want and misery, no more Hark! how the bathed storm indiguant roars." Our streets the tender passenger afflict.
As thick to view these varied wonders rose, Nor shivering age, nor sickness aithout friend, Shook all my soul with transport, unassurd, Or home, or beni to bear bis burning load, 650 | The vision broke; and, on my waking eye, Nor agonizing infant, that ne'er earn'd
Pua'id the still ruins of dejected Rome. 720 !ts gultless pangs, I see! The stores, profuse, Which British bounty has to these assign'd, No more the sacrilegious riot swell Of cannibal de-vourers! Right anply'd,
NOTES ON PART V. No starving wretch the land of freedom stains :
Ver. 69. Tin. If poor, employınent tiniis; if old, demands,
Ver. 255. Lord Molesworth, in his account of If, sick, if maim'd, bis iniserable due ;
Denniark, says, “It is observed, that in limited And will, if young, repay the fondest care.
660 Sweet sets the sun of stormy life, and sweet,
mnonarchies and commonwealtlıs, a neighbourbood
to the seat of the government is advantageous to The morning shines, in mercy's dews array d. Lo! how they rise ! these fainilies of Heaven!
the subjects; while the distant provinces are less
thriving, and more liable to oppression." That! chiet, (but why--ye bigots !-why so late?)
Ver. 409. The famous retreat of the Ten ThouWhere blooms and warbles glad a rising age: What smil.s of praise ! and, while their song ascends, sand was chiefly conducted by Xenophor.
Ver. 414. Epaminondas, after having beat the The listening seraph lays his lute aside.
Lacedemonians and their allies, in the battle of “ Hark! the gay Muses raise a nobler strain,
Leuctra, made an incursion at the head of a powerWith active nature, warm impassion'd truth,
ful army, into Laconia. It was now six hundred Engaging table, lucid order, notes Of various string, and heart-felt image fillid.
670 years since the Dorians had possessed this country,
and in all that time the face of an enemy had not Bebold! I see the dread delightful school Of teinperd passions, and of polish'd life,
been seen within their territories. Plutarch in
Agesilaus. Restor'd: behold! the well-dissembled scene
Ver. 458. Louis XIV. Calls from embellish'd eyes the lovely tear,
Ver. 473. The canal of Langnedoc. Or lights up mirth in modest cheeks again.
Ver. 475 & 477. The hospitals for foundlings to! vanish'd monster-land. Lo ! driven away
and invalids. Those that Apollo's sacred walls profane :
Ver. 496. The academies of Science, of the Their wild creation scatter'd, where a world
Belles lettres, and of Painting.
Ver. 503. Engraving.
Ver. 518. The tapestry of the Gobelins.
Ver. 663. An hospital for fouedlings. Corrupt, confound, and barbarize an age. “ Behold! all thine again the sister-arts,
Ver. 680. A creature which, of all brutes, most
resembles man.--See Dr. Tyson's treatise on this Thy graces they, knit in harmonious dance.
animal. Nurs'd by the treasure from a nation drain'd Their works to purchase, they to nobler rouse
Ver. 699. Okely woods, near Cirencester.
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OP
SIR ISAAC NEWTOX.
“ See! Sylvan scenes, where Art, alone, pretends To dress her mistress, and disclose her charms:
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this Earth, Such as a Pope in miniature has sown ;
To mingle with his stars; and every Muse, A Bathurst o'er the widening forest spreads; Astonish'd into silence, sbrun the weight And such as form a Richmond, Chiswick, Stowe. Of honours due to his illustrioris name?
“ August, around, what public works I see ! But what can man? Er'n nor the sons of light, Lo! stately streets, lo! squares that court the In strains high-warbled to seraphic lyre, breeze,
692 Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss In spite of those to whom pertains the care, Yet am I not deterr'd, though high the theme, Ingulfing more than founded Roman ways, And sung to harps of angels, for with you, Lo! ray'd from cities o'er the brighten'd land, Ethereal fames! ambitious, aspire, Connecting sea to sea, the solid road.
In Nature's general symphony to join. Lo! the proud arch (no vile exactor's stand) And what new wonders can you show your guest! With easy sweep bestrides the chafing flood. Who, while on this dim spot, where mortals toit See! long canals, and deepen'd rivers join Clouded in dust, from mution's simple laws, .
INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HON. SIR ROBERT WALPOLE.
Could trace the secret hand of Providence,
To their first great simplicity restor’d.
To combat still with demonstration strong,
Of truth. At once their pleasing visions tied,
Th' aërjal flow of sound was known to him,
Till the touch'd organ takes the message in. Of specious words, and tyranny of names;
Nor could the darting beam of speed immense, But, bidding his amazing mind attend,
Escape his swift pursuit, and measuring eye. And with heroic patience years on years
Ev'n light itself, which every thing displays, Deep-searching, saw at last the system dawn, Shone undiscover'd, till his brighter mind And shine, of all his race, on him alone.
Untwisted all the shining robe of day; What were his raptures then! how pure! how And, from the whitening undistinguish'd blaze, strong!
Collecting every ray into his kind, And what the triumphs of old Greece and Rome,
To the charm'd eye educ'd the gorgeous train
Of parent-colours. First the flaming red
And next delicious yellow; by whose side
Fell the kind beains of all-refreshing green. Of cruelty and blood, Nature herself
Then the pure blue, that swells autumnal skies, Stood all subdued by him, and open laid
Ethereal play'd; and then, of sadder hue, Her every latent glory to his view.
Emerg'd the deepen’d indigo, as when All intellectual eye, our solar round
The heary-skirted erening drops with frost. First gazing through, he by the blended power While the last g!camings of refracted light Of gravitation and projection saw
Dy'd in the fainting violet away. The whole in silent harmony revolve.
These, when the clouds distil the rosy shower, From unassisted vision hid, the moons
Shine out distinct adown the watery bow;
And myriads still remain ; intinite source
Did ever poet image aught so fair,
Dreaming in whispering groves, by the hearse brook! Adjusted to the inutual main, and taught
Or prophet, to whose rapture Heaven descends! Why now the inighty mass of water sweils Ev'n now the setting Sun and shifting clouds, Resistless, heaving on the broken rocks,
Seen, Greenwich, from thy lovely heişhts, declara And the full river turning: till again
How just, how beauteous, the refractive loze. The tide revertive, unattracted, leaves
The noiseless tide of time, all beating down A yellow waste of idle sinds bebind.
To vast eternity's unbounded sea, Then breaking hence, he took his ardent fight Where the green islands of the happy sline, 'Through the blue infinite; and every star,
He stenım'd alone; and to the source (invulsi Which the clear concave of a winter's night Deep in primeval gloom) ascending, rais c! Pours on the eye, or astronomic tube,
His lights at cqual distances, to guide Far stretching, snatches from the dark abyss ; Historian, wilder'd on his darksome way. Or such as farther in successive skies
But who can number up his labours? who To fancy shine alone, at his approach
His high discoveries sing? when but a few Blaz'd into suns, the living centre each
Of the deep-studying race can stritch their minds Of an harmonious systein : all coinbin'u,
To what he knew : in fancy's lighter thought, And rul'd unerring by that single power,
How shail the Muse then grasp the niighty thume? Which draws the stone projected to the ground.
What wonder thence that his devotion sselld 0, unprofuse maguificence divine !
Responsive to his binowledge! For could he,
Whose piercing mental eye diffusive saw
In all its order, magnitude, and parts,
Forbear incessant tu adore that lover Of Heaven! whuse well purg'd penetrative eye,
Who fills, sustains, and actuates the whole The mystic veil transpiercing, inly scann'd
Say, ye who best can tell, ve happy few, The rising, moving, wide-establish'd frame. Who saw him in the softest lights of liti,
Hie, first of men, with an ful wing pursued All unwithheld, indulging to bis friends
The vast unboi rowd trcası Tes of his inina,
How greatly bubble, how divinely good;
How tirin establish'l on eternal truth; Aud o'er the trembling nations shakes dismay,
Ferient in domg well, witli cvery nirve The Heavens are all his own; from the wild rule still pressing on, furgetful of the past, Of whirling cortices, and circling spares,
An i punting for perfuction : far abova
Those little cares, and visionary jovs,
Whose generous task begins where interest ends, That so perplex the fond impassion d heart
Permit her on a Talbot's tomb to lay Of ever-cheated, ever-trusting man.
This cordial verse sincere, by truth inspir'd, And you, ye bopeless gloomy-minded tribe, Which means not to bestow, but borrox fame. You who unconscious of those vobler tights Yes, she may sing his matebless virtues now That reach impatient at immortal life,
l'nhappy that she may.-But where begin? Against the prime endearing privilege
How from the diamond single out each ray,
Where all, though trembling with ten thousand
Let the low-minded of these narrow days
Of ancient times, in pity to their own,
Join'd to the virtues and the force of Rome.
Eternal Wisdom, that all-quickening sun, That build the towering pyramid, the proud Whence every life, in just proportion, draws Triumphal arch, the inonument effac'd
Directing light and actuating flame, By ruthless ruin, and whate'er supports
Ne'er with a larger portion of its beams
Awaken’d mortal clay. Hence steady, calm,
Pertains, that noblest science, fit for man :
In consort foul agrec; each heightening each;
While virtue draws from knowledge brighter fire. That now he wanders through those endless worlds What grand, what comely, or what tender sense, lle here so well descried, and wondering talks,
What talent, or what virtue, was not his; And hymns their author with luis glad compeers.
What that can render man or great, or good, O, Britain's boast! whether with angels thou
Give useful worth, or amiable grace? Sittest in diead discourse, or fellow-blest,
Nor could he brook in studious shade to lie, Who joy to see the honour of their kind;
In soft retirement, indolently pleas'd Or whether mounted on cherubic wing,
With selfish peace. The syren of the wise, Thy swift career is with the whirling orbs,
(Who steals th’ Aonian song, and, in the shape Comparing things with things, in rapture lost,
Of virtue, wooes them from a worthless world) And grateful adoration, for that light
Though deep be felt her charms, could never melt So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below,
His strenuous spirit, recollected, calm, From Light Himself; oh, look with pity down As silent night, yet active as the day. On human-kind, a frail erroneous race:
The more the bold, the bustling, and the bad, Exalt the spirit of a downward world!
Press to usurp the reins of power, the more O'er thy dejected country chief preside,
Behores il virtue, with indignant zeal,
To check their combination. Shall low views
The villain's passions, qnicken more to toil,
And dart a livelier rigour through the soul, To all her sons, and bids them eye thy star:
Than those that, mingle with our truest good, While, in expectance of the second life,
With present honour and immortal fame, When time shall be no more, thy sacred dust
Involve the good of all ? An empty form
Is the weak virtue, that amid the shade
That might be sav'd ; disdain'd for coward ease,
And her insipid pleasures, to resign
The prize of glory, the heen sweets of toil,
And those high joys that teach the truly great
To live for others, and for others die.
Early, behold! he breaks benign on life.
While gay, behind her, smiles the kindling waste
Of ever-wandering men, return'd again :
LORD CHANCELLOR OF GREAT BRITAIN.
ADDRESSED TO ITS SON.
From thorny errour, from nnjoyous wrong,
Of declamation, to perplex the right, Into the paths of kind prineval faith,
He darkening threw around: safe in itself, Of happiness and justice. All his parts,
In its own force, all-powerful reason spoke; His virtues all, collected, sought the good
While on the great, the ruling point, at once, Of human-kind. For that be, fervent, felt
He stream'd decisive day, and show'd it vain The throb of patriots, when they model states : To lengthen farther out the clear debate. Anxious for that, nor needful sleep could hold Conviction breathes conviction; to the heart, His still-awaken'd soul; nor friends had charms Pour'd ardent forth in eloquence unbid, To steal, with pleasing guile, one u:eful hour; The heart attends: for let the venal try Toil knew no languor, no attraction joy.
Their every hardening stupifying art, Thus with unwearied steps, by Virtue led,
Truth must prevail, z-al will enkindle zeal, He gain'd the summit of that sacred hill,
And Nature, skilful touch'd, is honest still. Where, rais'd above black envy's darkening clouds, Behold hiin in the councils of his prince. iler spotless temple lifts its radiant front.
What faithful light he leads ! How rare, in courts, Be nam’d, victorious ravagers, no more!
Sueh wis lom! such abilities! and, join'd Vanish, ye human comets! shrink your blaze ! To virtue so determin'd, public zeal, Ye'that your glory to your terrours owe,
And honour of such adamantine proof,'. As, o'er the gazing desolated Earth,
As ev'n corruption, hopeless, and o'er awd, You scatter'd famine, pestilence, and war; Durst not have tempted! Yet of manners mild, Vanish! before this vernal Sun of fame;
And winning every heart, he knew to please, Etfulgent sweetness ! beaming life and joy. Nobly to please ; while equally be scoru'd
How the heart listen'd while he, pleading, spoke! Or adulation to receive, or give.
Of such inspectiou keen, and general care!
Toil may resign his careless head to rest, Shall such enchanting lessons bless your ear? And ever-jealous freedom skep in peace. When shall again the darkest truths, perplext, Ah! lost untimely! lost in downward days ! Be set in ample day? when shall the harsh And many a patriot counsel with him lost ! And arduous open into siniling case?
Counsels, that might have buunbled Britain's foe, The solid mix with elegant delight?
Her native foe, from eldest time by Pate His was the talent with the purest light
Appointed, as did once a Talbot's arms.
Let learning, arts, let universal worth,
Beneath the patron's prostituted name,
And Ansh confusion o'er an honest cheek. Reservd the mighty charm. With equal brow, When he conferr'd a grace, it seern'd a debt Despising then the smiles or frowns of power, Which he to merit, to the public, paid, He all that noblest eloquence effus'],
And to the great all bounteous source of good. With generous passion, taught by reason, breathes: His sympathising heart itself receivid Then spoke the man; and, over barren art, The generous obligation he bestow'd. Prevail'd abundant Nature. Freedom then This, this indeed, is patronizing worth. His client was, humanity and truth.
Their kind protector him the Muses own, Plac'd on the seat of Justice, there he reign'd, But scorn with noble pride the boasted aid In a superior sphere of cloudless day,
Of tasteless vanity's insulting hand. A pure intelligence. No tumult there,
The gracious stream, that cheers the letter'd world, No dark emotion, no intemperate beat,
Is not the noisy gift of summer's noon, No passion e'er disturb the clear serene
Whose sudden current, from the naked root, That round him spread. A zeal for right alone, Washes the little soil which yet remain'd, The love of justice, like the steady Sun,
And only more djects the blushing flowers : Its equal ardour lent; and sometimes rais'd No, 'tis the soft-descending dews at eve, Against the sons of violence, of pride,
The silent treasures of the vernal year, And bold deceit, his indignation gleam'd,
Indulging deep their stores, the still night long ; Yet still by sober dignity restrain'd.
Tiil, with returning morn, the freshen'd world, As intuition quick, he snatch'd the truth,
Is fragrance all, all beauty, joy, and song. Yet with progressive patience, step by step,
Still let me view him in the pleasing light Self-diffident, or to the slower kind,
Of private life, where pomp forgets to glare, He through the maze of falsehood trac'd it on, And where the plain unguarded soul is seen. Till, at the last, evolvid, it full appear'd,
There, with that truest greatness he appear'd, And ev'n tbe loser own'd the just decree.
Which thinks not of appearing ; kindly veild But when, in senates, he, to freedom firm, In the soft graces of the friendly scene, Enlighten'd freedom, plann'd salubrious laws, Inspiring social confidence and ease. His various learning, his wide knowledge, then, As free the converse of the wise and good, His insight deep into Britannia's weal,
As joyous, disentangling every power, Spontaneous seem'd from simple sense to flow, And breathing mixt improvement with delight, And the plain patriot smonth'd the brow of law. As when amid the various-blossom'd spring, No specious swell, no frothy poinp of words, Or gentle-beaming autumn's pensive shade, Fell on the cheated ear; no study'd maze
The philosophic mind with Nature talks.
his sons, his dear remains, with whom Of mean subinission, not the meed of Forth. The father laid superfluous state aside,
True genuine honour its large patrnt holds
He must be glorious, or he must be scorn'd.
May safely sing, and sing without reserve. Lend me the plaint, wbich, to the lonely main, Vain were the plaint, and ignorant the tear, tVith memorr conversing, you will pour,
That should a Talbot mourn. Ourselves, indeed,
To thoughtless dust, renounce that generous bope,
Nor, when that vital fountain plays no more,
Its native country, whence, to bless mankind,
And to th’ Almighty Father's presence join'd,
He takes his rank, in glory, and in bliss, The blameless Indians, round the forest-cheer, Amid the human worthies. Glad around In sunny lawn or shady covert set,
Crowd his compatriot shades, and point him out, Hold more unspotted converse : nor, of old, With joyful pride, Britannia's blameless boast. Rome's awful consuls, her dictator-swains,
Ah! who is he, that with a fonder eye
Meets thine enraptord? --- Tis the best of sons !
That hope, which once forbad thy tears to for!
Meanwhile the kindred souls of every land, More elegant humanity, more grace,
(Howe'er divided in the fretful days Wit niore refin'd, or deeper science reign d. Of prejudice and errour) mingled now, But far beyond the liitle vnlgar bounds,
in one selected neser jarring state, Of family, or friends, or native land,
Where God himself their only monarch reigns,
Remains of earthly wors, for us below,
But cease, presuinptaous Muse, nor rainly strite
To quit this cloudy sphere that binds thee down: He kept an open judging ear for all,
'Tis not for mortal hand to trace these scencs, And spread an open countenance, where smil'd Scenes, that our gross ideas groveling cast The fair effulgence of an open heart;
Behind, and strive our boldest language dumb. W’hile on the rich, the poor, the high, the low, Forgive, immortal shade! if aught from Earte, With equal ray, his really goodness shone: From dust low-warbled, to those zroves can rist, For nothing human foreign was to hun.
Where flows celestial harinony, forgive Thus to a dread inheritance, my lord,
This fondi superfluous verse. With deep-felt voice, And hard to be supported, you succeed :
On every h art impress'd, thy deeds themselves
Attest thy praise. Thy praise the widow's sighs,
All who or freedom or who interest prize,
A deep divided nation's partios all,
Conspire to swell thy spotless praise to learen. ? Dr. Kundle, lato bishop of Derry, in Ireland, Giso Heaven receives it, and seraphic lyres