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Led by their winged genius and the choir By steps conducting our enraptur'd search
Of laurell's Science and harmonious Art, To that eternal origin, whose power,
Proceed exulting to the eternal thrine,

Through all the unbounded symmetry of things,
Where Truth conspicuous with her sister-twins, Like rays effulging from the parent sun,
The undivided partners of her livay,

This endless inixture of her charins diffus'd. With Good and Beauty reigns. O let not us, Mind, mind alone (bear witness, carth and Lull'd bv luxurious Pleasure's languid ftrain,

heaven !) Or crouching to the frowns of Bigot-rage, The living fountains in itself-contains O let us not a inoment paute to join

Of beauteous and sublime : here hand in hand That godlike band. And if the gracious power Sit paramount the Graces; here enthron'd, Who first awaken'd my uncutor'd song, Cæleftial Venus, with divinest airs, Will to my invocation breathe anew

Invites the soul to never-fading joy. The tuneful spirit; then through all our paths Look then abroad through nature, to the

range Ne'er thall the found of this devoted lyre Of planets, suns, and adamantinc fpheres Be wanting : whether on the ruly mead, Wheeling unshaken through the void immense; When sumoner (miles, to warn the melting heart And speak, o man ! does this capacious scene Of Luxury's allurement; whether firm With half that kindling majesty dilate Against the torrent and the stubborn bill Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose To urge bold Virtue's unreinitted nerve, Refulgent from the stroke of Cæsar's fate, And wake the strong aivinity of soul

Amid the crowd of patriots; and his arın That conquers chance and fate; or whether struck Aloft extending, like eternal Jove For sounds of triumph, to proclaim her toils When guilt brings down the thunder, call d aloud Upon the lofty fummit, round her brow On Tully's name, and shook his crimson fteel, To twine the wreath of incorruptive praise ;

And bade the father of his country, hail ! To trace her hallow'd light through future worlds, For lo! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, And blus heaven's image in the heart of man. And Rome again is free! Is aught so fair

Thus with a faithful aim have we prelum'd, In all the dewy landscapes of the spring, Adventurous, to delineate Nature's formn ; In the bright eye of Helper or the morn, Whether in yast, majestic pomp array'd, In nature's faireít forms, is aught so fair Or dresi for pleasing wonder, or serene

As virtuous friendship? as the candid blush In beauty's rosy linile. It now remains, Of him who strives with fortune to be just ? Through various being's fair-proportion'd scale, The graceful tear that streams for others' woes To

o trace the rising lustre of her charms, Or the mild majesty of private life, From their first twilight, shining forth at length Where Peace with ever-blooming olive crowns To full meridian fplendour. Of degree The gate; where Honour's liberal hands cffufe The least and lowliest, in the effufive warmth Unenvied treasures, and the snowy wings of colours mingling with a randomn blaze, Of Innocence and Love protect the scene? Doth Beauty divell. Then higher in the line Once more search, undismay'd, the dark profound And variation of determin'd shape,

Where Nature works in fecrct; view the beds Where Truth's eternal measures mark the bound Of mineral treasure, and the eternal vault Of circle, cube, or Iphere. The third ascent That bounds the hoary ocean : trace the forma Unites this varicd symmetry of parts

Of atoms moving with inceilant change With colour's bland allurement; as the pearl Their elemental round; behold the seeds Shines in the concave of its azure bed,

Of beings, and the energy of life And painted shells indent their speckled wreath, Kindling the mass with ever-active Aame : Then more attractive rise the bloming forms Then to the secrets of the working mind. Through which the breath of Nature has infus d Attentive turn; from dim oblivion call Her genial power to draw with pregnant veins Her feet, ideal band ; and bid them, go! Nutritious moisture fiom the bounteous earth, Break through time's barrier, and o'ertake the In fruit and seed prolific: thus the Aowers

hour Their purple honours with the spring resume ; That saw the heavens created; thon declare And tuch the stately tree which autuin bends If aught were found in those external scenes With blushing treasures. But more lovely still To move thy wonder now.

For what are all Ts Nature's charm, where to the full consent The forms which brute, unconscious matter Of complicated members, to the bloom

wears, Of colour, and the vital change of growth,

Greatness of bulk, or fyinmetry of parts ? Life's holy flame and piercing senle are given, Not reaching to the heart, foon feeble grows. And active motion speaks the temper'd Toul : The fuperficial impulse; dull their charms, So moves the bird of Juno: so the feed And satiate foon, and pall the languid eye. With rival ardour beats the dusty plain,

Not so the moral species, nor the powers And faithful dogs with eager airs of joy Of genius and design ; the ambitious mind Salute their fellows. Thus doth Beauty dwell There sees herself: by these congenial forins There most conspicuous, even in outward shape, Touch'd and awaken'd, with intensor act Where dawns the high expression of a mind : She bends each nerve, and meditates well-pleasid



Carpe diem."


Her features in the mirror. For of all

Thy name, thrice honour'd! with the immortal The inhabitants of carth, to man alone

praise Creative Wildom gave to lift his tye

Of Nature, while to my compatriot youth
To Truth's eternal measures; thence to frame ( point the high example of thy fons,
The sacred laws of action and of will,

And tune to Attic themes the British lyre.
Difcerning justice from unequal deeds,
And temperance from folly. But beyond
This energy of truth, whose di&tates bind § 36. Day: a Pastoral. CUNRINGHAM.
Afsenting reason, the benignant fire,
To deck the honour'd paths of juft and good,

Has added brigh Imagination's rays: IN the barn the tenant Cock,
Where Virtue, rising from the awful depth Close to Parslet perch'd on high,
Of Truth's mysterious bofom, doth forlake Briskly crows (the Thepherd's clock !)
The unadorn d condition of her birth;

Jocund that ihe morning 's nigh.
And drets'd by Fancy in ten thousand hues,

Swiftly from the mountain's brow,
Allumes a various feature, to attract,
With charms responsive to each gazer's eye,

Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire :

And the peeping sun-beam, now, The hearts of men. Amid his rural walk,

Paints with gold the village spire.
The ingenuous youth, whom solitude inspires

Philomel furfakes the thorn,
With purest wishes, from the pensive thade
Beholds her moving, like a virgin-muse

Plaintive where the prates at night;
That wakes her lyre to fome indulgent theme

And the Lark, to meet the morn, Of harmony and wonder : while among

Soars beyond the shepherd's fight. The herd of servile minds, her ftrenuous forin From the low-roof'd cottage ridge, Indignant fathes on the patriot's eye,

Sve the chatt'ring Swallow (pring ;
And through the rolis of memory appeals Darting through the one-arch'd bridge,
To ancient honour, or in act forene,

Quick the dips her dappled wing.
Yet watchful, raises the majestic sword Now the pine-tree's waving top,
Of public power, from dark Ambition's reach

Gently greets the inorning gale :
To guard the sacred volume of the laws. Kidlings, now, begin to crop

Genius of ancient Greece! whose faithful steps Dailies, in the dewy dale. Well-pleas'd I follow through the facred paths From the balmy sweets, uncloyd, Of nature and of science; nurie divine

(Refiless till her talk be done) Of all heroic deeds and fair desires!

Now the busy Bee's employ'd 0! let the breath of thy extended praise

Sipping dew before the fun.
Inspire my kindling bosom to the height
of this untempted theme. Nor be my thoughts Trickling through the crevie'd rock,
Presumptuous counted, if amid the calmı

Wicre the limpid stream dittills,

Swect refreshment waits the fiok
That foothis this vernal evening into (miles,
I steal impatient from the fordid haunts

When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.
Of Strife and low Ambition, to attend

Colin, for the pranis'd corn
Thy facred presence in the sylvan fhide,

(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe)
By their malignant footsteps ne'er proíın'd. Anxious. hears the huntiman's bon,
Descend, propicious! to iny favour'd eye; Boldly founding, drown his pipe.
Such in thy mien, thy warin, exalted air, Sweet,- siect, the warbling tirons.
As when the Persian tyrant, foil'il and ftung On the white cmblofiom'd ipray!
With thame ard defperation, gnash'd his teeth Nature's universal fong
To see thee rend the pageants ot his throne; Echoes to the rising day.
And at the lightnig of thy lified spear
Crouch'd like a llave. Bring all thy martial spoils,
Thy malıs, thy laurels, thy triumphal fongs,
Thy siniling band of arts, thy godlike fires FERVID on the glitt'ring food,
Of civil wisdom, thy heroic youth

Now the noon-tide radiance glows:
Warın from the fchools of glory. Guide my way Drooping o'er its infant bud,
Through fair Lyceum's walk, the green retreats

Not a dew-drop 's left the rose. Of Academus, and the thymy valc,

By the brook the shepherd dines;
Where oft enchanted with Socratic sounds,

From the fierce meridian heat
Iliffus pure devolv'd his tuneful stream
In gentler murmurs. From the blooming store Shelter'd by the branching pines,

Pendent'o'er his graliy icat.
of these auspicious ficlds, may I unblamd
Transplant fome living blossoins to adorn

Now the flock for fakes the glade, My native clime : while far ai ove the Right

Where, uncheck'd, the sun-beams fall; Of Fancy's plume aspiring, I unlock

Sure to find a pleasing Made The springs of ancient wisdom; while I join By the ivy d abbey wall.



Nox erat


Echo in her airy round,

Linnets, with unnumber'd notes, O'er the river, rock and hill,

And the Cuckow bird with two, Cannot catch a single sound,

Tuning sweet their mellow throats,
Save the clack of yonder mill.

Bid the setting fun adieu.
Carrle court the zephyrs bland,
Where the streamlet wanders çool;

§ 37. The Contemplatift: a Night Piece.

CUNNINGHAM Or with languid silence stand Midway in the marshy pool,

“ Cum lacet omnis ager, pecudes, pi&taeque volucres." But from mountain, dell, or stream,

THE Queen of Contemplation, Night, Not a fiutt'ring zephyr springs :

Begins her halmy reign; Fearful left the noon-tide beam

Advancing in their varied light Scorch its soft, its filken wings.

Her Glver-vested train. Not a leaf has leave to stir,

'Tis ftrange, the many marshal'd stars, Nature's lullid-serene--and still;

That ride yon sacred round, Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur,

Should keep, among their rapid cars, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill.

A filence to profound ! Languid is the landscape round,

A kind, a philofophic calm Till the freth descending shower,

The cool crcation wears ! Grateful to the thirsty ground,

And what Day drank of dewy balın, Raises ev'ry fainting flower.

The gentle Night repairs. Now the hill, the hedge-is green,

Behind their leafy curtains hid, Now the warblers' throats in tune!

The feather'd race how still ! Blithsome is the verdani scene,

How quiet now the gamesome kid,
Brighten'd by the beams of Noon!

That gambol'd round the hill !
The sweets, that bending o'er their banks,

From sultry Day declin'd,

Revive in little velvet ranks,

And scent the western wind. O'ER the heath the heifer strays

'The Moon, preceded by the breeze Free ;-(the furrow'd tak is done)

That bade the clouds retire, Now the village windows blaze,

Appears among the tufted trees, Burnith'd by the setting fun.

À Phænix neft on fire. Now he hides behind the hill,

But soft-the golden glow subsides ! Sinking from a golden sky :

Her chariot mounts on high ! Can the pencil's mimic skill

And now, in filver'd pomp, the rides Copy the refulgent dye?

Pale regent of the sky ! Trudging as the ploughmen go,

Where Time upon the wither'd tree (To the smoking hamlet bound)

Hath carv'd the moral chair, Giant-like their fhadows grow,

I fit, from busy passions free, Lengthen'd o'er the level ground.

And breathe the placid air. Where the rising forest spreads,

The wither'd tree was once in prime; Shelter for the lordly dome!

Its branches bray'd the sky! To their high-built airy beds

Thus, at the touch of ruthless Time, See the rooks returning home !

Shall Youth and Vigour die. As the Lark, with vary'd tune,

I'm lifted to the blue expanse: Carols to the evening loud;

It glows serenely gay! Mark the mild resplendent moon

Come, Science, by my side advance, Breaking through a parted cloud!

We'll search the Milky Way. Now the hermit Howlet peeps

Let us descend— The daring Aight From the barn, or twisted brake :

Fatigues my feeble mind; And the blue mist slowly creeps,

And Science, in the maze of light, Curling on the silver lake.

Is impotent and blind. As the Trout, in speckled pride,

What are those wild, those wand'ring fires, Playful from its bosom springs;

That o'er the moorland ran ?
To the banks a ruffled tide

Vapours.-How like the vague desires
Verges in successive rings.

That cheat the heart of Man !
Tripping through the filken grass,

But there 's a friendly guide!-a flame, O'er the path-divided dale,

That, lambent o'er its bed,
Mark the rose-complexion'd lass,

Enlivens, with a gladsome beam,
With her well-pois'd milking-pail.

The hermit's ofier shed.



Bids me,


Among the ruflet shades of night,

For, whilft Integrity 's her seat, It glances from afar!

The foul will fit fcrene. And darts along the dusk; so bright,

A raven, from some grcedy vault, It seems a silver fiar!

Amidst that cloister'd gloom, In coverts (where the few frcquent)

and 'ois a folemn thought! If Virtue dcigus to dweli.

Reflect apon the toub. 'Tis thus, the little lamp, Content,

The tomb! The consecrated dome ! Gives lustre to her cell.

The temple rais'd to Peace! How smooth that rapid river slides

The port, that to its friendly home Progressive to the deep!

Compels the human race! The poppies, pendent v'er its fides,

Yon village, to the moral mind, Have charu'd the waves to ficep.

A solemn aspect wears; Pleasure's intoxicated fons !

Where fcep hith lulld the labour'd hird, Yc indolent ! ye gay!

Aud kill'd his daily carcs : Reflect-for, as the river runs,

'Tis but the church-yard of the Night; Life wings its trackless way.

An emblematic bed! That branching grove of dulky green

That others to the mental sight Conceals the azure sky;

The temporary dead. Save where a starry space between

From hence, I 'll penetrate, in thought, Rclieves the darken d eye.

The grave's unmcalur'd doop; Old Error, thus, with shades impure,

And tutor d, hence, be timely taught Throws facred Truth behind :

To meet my final sleep. Yet sometimes, through the deep obscure,

'Tis peace (The little chaos past!) She burfts upon the mind.

The gracious moon refor'd ! Sleep, and her filter Silence reign,

A breeze fucceeds the frightful blast, i huy lock the Shepherd's föld!

That through thc fureit roard! But hark- hear a lamb complain,

The Nightingale, a welcome guest! 'Tis loft

the wold!

Renews her gentle strains;
To savage herds, that hunt for prey,

And Hope (just wand'ring from my breaft) An unrefifting prize!

Her wonted fcat regains. For having trod a devious way,

Yes When yon lucid orb is daik, The little rambler dius.

And darting from on high ; As luckles is the Virgin's lot,

My soul, a more celuitial fpark, Whom piealure once milguides :

Shall keep hier native sky. When hurried from the halcyon cot,

Fann'd by the light, the linįent brecze, Where Innocence presides

Ny limbs refreshment find; The passions, a relentleis train!

And moral phap'odies, like there,
Tóttar the victim ruu:

Give vigour to the mind.
She seeks the path of peace in vain,
Is conquerda
and undonc.

$ 38. Te I fions of Fancy. LANGHORNS. How bright the little insects blaze,

Where willows shade the way; As proud as if their painted rays

HILDREV of Fancy, whither are ve filed Could emulate the Day!

Where have you borne thote Hope-enliven'd

hours, 'Tis thus the pigmy fons of pow's

That once wiile myrtle garlands bound my head, Advance their vain parale!

Tharuncubuitrew dmyvernal pathwith flowers: Thus glitter in the darkend hour,

In yon fair vale, whicre blooms the beechen grove, And like the glow-worms fade!

Where winds the flow wave thro' the ilou cry The foft ferersity of niglie

piain, Ungentle clouds defonn!

To these fond arms you led the tyrant, Love, The liver host that shone so bright,

With Fear and Hope and Folly in his train. Is hid behind a storm!

My lyrc, that, left at careless distance, hung The angry elements engage!

Light on some pale branch of the orier ihule, An oak (an ivicd bower!)

To lays of amorous blandishment you trung, Repels the rough wind's noisy rage,

And o'er my sleep the lulling mutic piay !. And thiclds me from the thower.

“Rest, gentle youth! while on the quivering The rancour, thus, of rufhing late

breeze I've learnt to render said :

Slides to thine car this Costly breailing train;




And pour

Sounds that more fmoother than the steps of ease, (There unregarded in the peaceful Miade, oblivion in the ear of pain.

With calm Repose and Silence let me dwell. In this fair vale eternal spring lhall mile, Come, happier hours of sweet unanxious rest,

And Time unenvious crown each roteute hour; When all the struggling pallions thall tublide; Eternal joy thali cvery care beguile,

When Peace thall clalp me to her plumy breaft, Breathe in each yale, and bloom in every lower. And smootlı iny silent minutes as they glide, This silver stream, that down its crystal way But chief, thou goddess of the thoughtless eye,

Frequerit has led thy musing steps along, Whom never cares or pallions dificompose, Shall, itull the same, in funny mazes play, O bleit Infeasibility, be nigh,

And with its murmurs melodife thy long. And with thy foothing hand my weary eyelids Unfading green fhall these fair groves adon ;

chole. Thole living meads inmortal Howers unfold; Then thal! the cares of love and glory ceasc, In roft finiles thall rise cach blushing inorn, And ail the fond anxieties of fame;

And every evening close in chauds of goid. Anke regardless in the arms of Peace, The tender Loves that watch thy numbering res,

If there cszol, or chofe debate a name. And round thee flowers and balmy myrules In Lyttelton though all the inufes praise, strew,

Dis generois praile Mall then delighe no more, Shall charm, thro' all approaching life, thy breast, Ver the livett magic of his tender lavs With joys for ever pure, for ever now.

Shall touch the boroin which it charm'd before. The genial power that speeds the golden dart, Each charin of tender pallion fhall inspire ;

Nor then, though Malice, with insidious guise

Of friendihip, ope the unsuspecting breast; With fond antication till the mutual heart, And feed the Hame of ever-young Delire.

Northen, though Envy broach lier blackening lies,

Shall thefi dcrise me of a moment's reft. Come, gentle Lores! your mvrtic gariand, bring; Come, gentle Airs ! with ineeile-dropping wing when man with man eternal war will wage, The Tiroiling lower with clutter'd vores spready to state to be defr'd! when ho file : age

Prevaiis it biernan more than lavage haunts; The breathing livects of vernal odour ihed.

And never yield that mercy which he wants: Hark, as the strains of livelling music rise, How the nores vibrate on the fav'ring gale!

When dark design invades the cheerful hour, Aufpicious glories beam along the tkies,

And draws the heart with social freedom warm, And powers unseen the happy monents hail! Its cares, its withes, and its thoughts to pour, Echaric hours ! fo every diftant day

Smiling insidious with the hopes of harin. Like this serene on downy wings thall move; Vain man, to other's failings still severe, Rise crown'd with joys that triumph o'er decay,

Yet not one forble in himself can find; The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love." Another's faults to Folly's eye are clear,

But to her own e’en Wisdom's felf is blind. EL EGY

O let me ftill, from these low follies free,
AND were they vain, those foothing lays ye sung?

This fordid inalice, and inglorious strife,
Children of Fancy! yes, your lang was vain; Myself the subject of my censure be,
On each soft air though rapt Artention hung,

And teach my heart to comment on my life. And Silence liitend on the flceping plain.

With theư, Philosophy, still let me dwell, The strains yet vibrate on my ravish'd ear, My tutor'd mind from vulgar meanness fave ;

And fill to smile the mimic beauties feem, Bring Peace, bring Quier to my humble cell, Though now the visionary scenes appear

And bid them lay the green turf on my grave. Like the faint traces of a vavith'd dream. Mirror of life! the glories thus depart

EL EGY Of all that Youth and Love and Fancy frame, When painful Anguilh (peeds the piercing dart, BRIGHT o'er the green hillsrofcthe morning ray,

Or Envy blasts the blooming Howers of Faine. The wood-lark's song resounded on the plain; Nurse of wild wishes, and of fond defires, Fair Nature felt the warm embrace of day,

The prophetess of Fortune, false and vain, And smild through all her animated reign: To scenes where Peace in Ruin's arms expires When young Delight, of Hope and Fancy born,

Fallacious Hope deludes her hapless train. His head on tufted wild thyme half-reclin'd, Go, Syren, go--thy charins on others try; Caught the gay colours of the orient morn, My beaten bark at length has reach'd the Thore;

And thence of life this picture vaia design'd: Yct on the rock my dropping garments lie; “O born to thoughts, to plcasures more sublime And let me periih, if I trust thee inore.

Than beings of inferior nature prove ! Come, gentle Quiet! long-neglected maid ! To triumph in the golden hours of Time, O come, and lead me to thy molly cell; And feel the charins of fancy and of love!

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