Imatges de pÓgina

With sure presages of a life to come;

A system of consummate skill appear, All false and useless, if beyond the tomb And ev'ry cloud dispers’d, be beautiful and clear. Our beings cease : we therefore can't believe Doubt we of this? What folid proof remains, God either acts in vain, or can deceive. That o'er the world a wise Disposer reigns? If ev'ry rule of cquity demands,

Whilft all Creation speaks a pow'r divine, That Vice and Virtue from the Almighty's hands Is it deficient in the main design ? Should due rewards and punishments receive, Not fo: the day shall come, (pretend not now And this by no means happens whilst we live ; Presumptuous to enquire or when, or how, It follows, that a time must furely come, But) after death fall come th' impoitant day, When each shall meet their well-adjusted doom : When God to all his juftice shall display; Then Ihall this scene, which now to human fight Each action with impartial eyes regard, Seems so unworthy Wisdom infinite,

And in a just proportion punish and reward.










1. The Traveller, or, a Prospect of Society. Lakes, forests, cities, plains, extending wide, Infcribcit to the Rev. Mr. H. Goldsmith. The pomp of kings, the Shepherds humbler pride

When thus Creation's charms around combine, By Dr. GOLDSMITH.

Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine ? REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, now, Say, thould the philofophic mind dildain

Or by the lazy Scheld, or wand'ring Po; That good which makes each humbler bosom vain? Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor

Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can,
Againīt the houselet: stranger thuts the door : These little things are great to little man;
Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, And wiser he, whose lympathetic mind
A weary waite expanding to the skies :

Exults in all the good of all mankind. (crown'd;
Where'er I roam, whatever realıns to see, Ye glitt'ring towns, with wealth and Iplendour
My beart, untravell’d, fondly turns to thee : Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, Ye lakes, whose veisels catch the busy gale;
And drags, ai each remore, a length’ning chain. Ye bending twains, that dress the flow'ry vale;

Eternal blessings crown my carliest friend, For me your tributary stores combine : ; And round his dwelling guardian faints attend; Creation's leir! the world, the world is mine! Bless'd be that spot where cheerful guests retire, As fomc lone miser, visiting his fore, To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire; Bends at his trcasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Bleis d that abode where want and pain repair, Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair :

Yet ftill he fighs, for hoards are wanting still : Bless’d be those feasts, with simple plenty crown'd, Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, [plies; Where all the ruddy family around

Pleas'd with cach good that Heaven to man supLaugh at the jests or pranks that never fuil, Yet oft a ligh prevails, and sorrows fall, Or righ with pity at some mournful tale ; To see the hoard of human bliss so finall; Or press the bathful stranger to his food,

And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find And learn the luxury of doing good!

Some spot to real happiness consign'd, But me, not destin’d such delights to share, Wiere my worn soul, each wand'ring hope at rest, My prime of life in wand'ring (pent, and care: May gather bliss to see my fellows bleft. Impell’d, with steps unceasing, to pursue

But where to find that happiest spot below, Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view; Who can direct, when all pretend to know? That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, The fhudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone Allures from far, yet as I follow flies;

Buldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, Extols the treasures of his stormy scas, And find no spot of all the world my own. And his long nights of revelry and cale :

E'cn now, where Alpine folitudes afcend, The naked negro, panting at the line, I lit me down a pensive hour to spend ; a

Boasts of his golden lands and palmy wine; And plac'd on high, above the storm's career, Balks in the glare, or ftens the tepid wave, Look downward where an hundred realms appear; And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.


Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roain : The canvas glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm :
His first, bett country, ever is at home. The pregnant quarry teeind with human form ;
And yet, perhaps, it countries we compare, Till, more unit cady than the southern gale,
And estimate the blellings which they thare, Commerce on other theres display d her fail;
Though patriots fatter, itill Thall wisdom tind While nought remain 'd of all that riches gave,
An cqual portion dealt to all mankind;

But towns unmann'd, and lords without a llave : As different good, by art or nature given,

And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, To different nations, makes their blettings even. Its former itrength was but plethoric ill. Nature, a mother kind alike to all,

Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied Still grants her blits at labour's earnest call; By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; With food as well the peafapt is supplied From thefe the feeble heart and long-fall’n mind On Idra's cliffs as Arno's thelvy side;

In caly compensation feem to find. And tho' the rocky-crested summits frown, Here may be seen, in bloodlefs pomp array'd, These rocks by cuitom turn to beds of down. The patii board triumph, and the cavalcade ; From art more various are the blessings fent ; Procetlions form'd for piety and love, Wealth, commerce, honour, liberty, content.

A mistress or a saint in ev'ry grove. Yet these each other's pow'r so strong contest, By sports like thefe are all their cares beguild, 'That either feems destructive of the reft. [fails; The fports of children fatisfy the child : Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment Each nobler aiin, reprefs'd by long controul, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. Now links at last, or feebly mans the foul; Hence ev'ry state, to one lov'd blefling prone, While low delights, succeeding fast behind, Conforms and models life to that alone.

In happier mcanncfs occupy the mind: Each to the far'rite happiness attends,

As in those domes where Cæfars once bore sway, And spurns the plan that aims at other endks ; Defac'd hy time, and tott'ring in decay, Till carried to cxccts in each domain,

There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, This fav'site good begets peculiar pain. The thelter-tecking peasant builds bis ihed;

But let us try thetic truths with closer eyes, And, wondering man could want the larger pile, And trace them through the prospect as it lies: Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. Here for a while, my propor cares resign'd, My foul, turn from them-turn we to survey Here let mc fit, in forrow for mankind; Where rougher climes a nobler race display; Like yon neglected thrub at random cait, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy manfion tread, That shades the steep, and fighs at cv'ry blast. And force a churlith foil for scanty bread:

Far to the right, where Apennine afcends, No product here the barren hills afford Bright as the fummer, Italy extends;

But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. Its uplands Noping deck the mountain's side, No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, Woods over woods in gay thcatric pride; But winter ling’ring chills the lap of May; While oft fome temple's mould’ring tops between No zephyr fondly fucs the mountain's brealt

, With venerable grandeur mark the Icene. But mctcors glare, and formy glooins invest.

Could Nature's bounty fatisfy the breast, Yet Itill c'en here Content can spread a charm, The fons of Italy were surely blest.

Redress the clime, and all its rage

disarın. Whatever fruits in different climes are found, Tho'

poor the peasant's hut, his feast tho' small,
That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground; He sees his liitle lot the lot of all;
Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Secs no contiguous palace rear its head,
Whose bright succession decks the varied year; To shame the manners of his huinble thed;
Whatever sweets salute the northern sky No costly lord the fumptuous banquet deal,
With vernal lives, that blossom but to die : To make him loath his vegetable meal;

Thcfc here disporting, own the kindred foil, But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil,
Nor aík luxuriance from the planter's tuil; Each with contracting, tits him to the soil.
While sca-born gales their gelid wings expand, Cheerful at morn he wakes from short reposc,
To winnow fragrance round the smiling land. Breathes the keen air, and carols as he gocs;

But small the bliss that sense alone beftows, With patient angle trolls the tinny deep,
And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. Or drives his vent'rous plough-share to the steep;
In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Or seeks the den where Inow-tracks mark the way,
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. And drags the struggling savage into day.
Contrasted faults through all his manners reign: At night returning, ev'ry labour foed,
Thougl*poor, luxurious; though submiffive, vain; He fits him down the monarch of a thed;
Though grave, yet trifling ; zealous, yet untrue; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
And e’en in penance planning fins anew. His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ;
All evils here contaminate the mind,


While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, That opulence departed leaves behind ; Displays her cleanly platter on the board : For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, And haply too foine pilgriin, thither led, When commerce proudly Aourish'd through the With many a tale repays the nightly bed. At her command the palace learn’d to rile, [itate : Thus ev'ry good his native wilds impart Again the long-fall'n column lought the skics: Imprints the patriot paffion on his heart;


And e'en those hills that round his manfion risc, They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem;
Enhance the blits his scanty fund supplies. Till, seeming bleft, they grow to what they seem.
Dear is that shed to which his foul conforms, But while this fofter art their bliss supplies,
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; It gives their follies also room to rise ;
And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, For praile too dearly lov’d, or warmly fought,
Clings close and closer to the mother's breast; Enfecbles all internal strength of thought;
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, And the weak soul, within itself unblert,
Bur bind him to his native mountains more. Leans for pleasure on an her's breast.

Such are the charms to barren states ailign d : Hence oftentation here, with tawdry art,
Their wants but feiv, their wishes all contin'd. Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart :
Yet let them only hare the praises due ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace,
If few their wanis, their pleasures are but few : And crims her robes of frize with copper-lace;
For ev'ry want thai fiimulates the breast Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
Becomes a fource of pleasure when redrest. To boast one fplendid banquet once a year;
Whence from such landscach pleating science fics, The mind fill turns where ihifting fashion draws,
That first excites desire, and then fupplics; Nor weighs the solid worth of self-applaufe. tu them, when fenfual pleafures cloy, To men of other minds my fancy fies,
To fill the languid paute with finer joy; Embofom'd in the deep where Holland lics.
Unknown thole pow'rs tliat raise the foul to fame, Methinks her patient ions before me stand,
Catch ev'ry nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Where the broad occan leans against the land;
Their level life is but a mould'ring fire, And, fedulous to stop the coming tide,
Unquench'd by want, unfann'd by ftrong desire; Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride.
Unlic for raptures; or, if raptures cheer Onward methinks, and diligently flow,
On some high festival of once a year,

The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, Spreads its long arms amidit the wat’ry roar, Till buried in debauch ihe bliss expire. Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore;

But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow; While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile,
Their morals, like their pleatures, are but low : Sces an amphibious world beneath him (mile ;
For, as refinement stops, from fire to fon, The slow canal, the yellow-bloilom'd vale,
Unalter'd, unimprovil, the manners run ; The willow-tufted bank, the gliding fail,
And love's and friend thip's finely-pointed dart The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,
Falls biunted from each indurated heart. A new creation rescued from his reign.
Some fterner virtucs o'er the mountain's breast Thus, while around the wave-subjected foil
May fit, like falcons cow'ring on the nett; Impels the native to repeated toil,
But all the gentler morals, such as play: [way; Induttrious habits in each bosom reign,
Thro' life's more cultur'd walks, and charm the And industry begets a love of gain.
Thefe, far difpers’d, on timorous pinions fly, Hence all the good from opulence that springs,
To sport and Hutter in a kinder sky.

With all those ills superfluous trcasure brings,
To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, Are here display'd. Their much-lov'd wealth im-
I turn-and France displays her bright domain. Convenience, plenty, elegance, and arts ; [parts
Gay sprightly land of mirth and social cafe, But, view them closer, craft and fraud appear;
Pleas d with thyself, whom all the world can E’en liberty itself is barter'd here !
How often have I led thy sportive choir, (please, At gold's superior charms all freedom fies;
With tuneless pipe, beside the murm'ring Loire ! The needy Sell it, and the rich man buys ;
Where thading clms along the margin grew, A land of tyrants, and a den of laves,
And, freshen d from the wave, the zephyr Hew; Here wretches seek dishonourable graves,
And haply, tho' my hart touch falt ring still, And, calmly bent, tu lervitude conform,
But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm.
Yet would the village praise my wo:drous pow'r, Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic fires of old!
And dance, forgetful of the noon-tide hour! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold;
Alike all ages : dames of ancient days

War in each breast, and freedom on each brow;
Have led their children thro’the mirthful maze; How much unlike the sons of Britain now!
And the gay grandfire, skill'd in gestic lore, Fir'd at the found, my Genius spreads her wing,
Has fritka beneath the burden of threescore. And flies where Britain courts the western spring;

So bleft a life these thoughtless realms display, Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride,
Thus idly buty rolls their world away : And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide:
Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, There all around the gentlest breezes stray,
For honour forins the focial temper here. There gentle music melts on ev'ry spray;
Honour, that praise which real merit gains, Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd;
Or e'en imaginary worth obtains,

Extremes are only in the master's mind !
Here passes cuirent; paid from hand to hand, Stern o'er each bofoin Reason holds her state,
It thifts in splendid traffic round the land : With daring aims irregularly great:
From courts to camps, to cortages, it strays, Pride in their port, deriance in their eye,
And all are taught an avarice of praise; I see the lords of human-kind pass by;



Intent on high defigns, a thoughtful band, Till, half a patriot, half a coward grown,
By forıms uufathiou'd fresh from nature's hand ; 1 fy from petty tyrants to the throne.
Fierce in thcir valve hardiness of soul,

Yes, brother, curse with me that balcful hour,
True to imagin d right, above controul; When firit ambition struck at regal porr'r;
While c'en the peatant boasts these rights to scan, And thus, polluting honour in its sonrce,
And learns to venerate himself as man. [here, Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force.

Thine, Freedoin, thing the bletlings pictur'd Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled fhore, Thine are thoic charms, that dazzle and cndcar; Herueful fons exchang'd for uselets ore ; Too bicft indeed were such without alloy, Secn all her triumphs but deftruction haste, But foster'd e'en by Frecdom ills annoy. Like Naring tapers bright’ning as they wante; That independence Britons prize too high, Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie ; Lead stern Depopulation in her train, The felf-dependent lordlings ftand alone; And over fields, where scatter'd hamlets rose, All clains that bind and sweeten life unknown; In barren, folitary pomp repose? Here, by the bonds of Nature feebly held, Have we not seen, at Plcature's lordly call, Minds combat minds, repelling and repellid. The smiling long-frequented village fall? Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar, Beheld the duceous fon, the fire decay'd, Kepress'd ambition fruggles round her shore; The modeft matron, and the bluthing maid, Tiil, over-wrought, the general system fcels Fore'd from their homes, a melancholy train, Its motions stop, or phrenfy fire the wheels. To traverse climes beyond the western main ;

Nor this the woitt. As Nature's tres decay, Where wild Olwego spreads her swamps around, As duty, love, and honour fail to sway, And Niagara funs with thund'ring sound ? Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, E'en now, perhaps, as there fome pilgrim ftrays Sull gather strength, and force unwilling awe. Thro' tangled forests, and thro' dang’rous ways; Honce all obcdicnce bows to these alone, Where beasts with inan divided empire claim, And talent finks, and merit weeps unknown; And thebrown Indian marks with murd'rous aim; Till time may come, when, stripp'd of all her There, while above the gidus tempeft fies, charms,

And all around dittressful yells arise, The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms, The peotive exile, bending with his woe, Where noble liems tranimit the patriot Hame, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Where kings haverold, and poets wrote for fame, Cafts a long look where England's glories Thint, One link of leret avarice thall lie,

And hids his bofom tympathize with mine. And scholars, foldiers, kings, unhonour'd die. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find

Yet think not thus, when Freedon's ills I ftare, That bliss which only centres in the mind! I mean to Matter kings, or court the great : Why have I stray'd from p'casure and repose, Ye powers of truth, that bid my soul alpire, To seek a good each government bestows? Far from iny bofom drive the low defire! In cv'ry government, though terrors reign, And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws reftrain, The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel; How linall, of all that human hcarts endure, Thou tranfitory flower, alike undone

That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! By proud Contempt, or Favour's foft'ring sun, Still to ourselves in ev'ry place consign'd, Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure, Our own felicity we make or find : 1 only would repreis them to secure :

With secret courfc, which no loud storms annoy, For just experience tells, in ev'ry foil,

Glides the smooth current of domeftic joy. That those who think must govern those who toil; The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel, And all thar Freedom's highest aims can scach, Luke's iron crown, and Damiens' bcd of steel, Is but to lay proportion'd loads on cach. To men remote from pow'r but rarely known, Hence, thould one order disproportion'd grow, Leave reaion, faith, and conicience, all our own. Its double weight muft ruin all below.

O, then, luis blind to all that truth requires, Who think it fiecdom when a part alpires !

§ 2. The Deferred l'illage. GOLDSMITH. Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms, SWEET Aulurn! lovelieft village of the plain, Except when faft-approaching danger warms : Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, swain ; Contracting regal pow'r to stretch their own ; Where smiling Spring its carliest risit paid, When I behold a faclious band agree

And parting summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd; To call it freedoin when themselves are free; Dear lovely bou’rs of innocence and ease, Each wanton judge new penal Itatutes draw, Seats of my youth, when ev'ry sport could please, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, The swealth of climes, where lavage nations where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! froam,

How often have I pausid on ev'ry charir, Pillage from firves,' to purchase flaves at home; The shelter'd cor, the cultivated farm, Fuar, picy, juftice, indignation start,

The never-falling brook, the busy mill, Tear uti referre, and bare my fuelling heart; The decent chu:ch that topp'd the neighb'ring hill,

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