Her thus immers'd in anxious thoughts profound "Contempt of order, manners profligate, [ftare. ❝ teen, "" renown? "While Liberty fecures and heightens ev'ry boon!" "Which the great Lord of Nature hath bestow'd "To you, ye noble, opulent, and great! "The health and fickness of the common weal: Awaken'd from her trance of penfive wo By these fair flatt'ring words, the rais'd her head." And bending on the knight her frowning brow, "Mock'st thou my forrows, Fairy Son" the faid; "Or is thy judgment by thy heart misled "To deem that certain which thy hopes fuggeft" "To deem them full of life and luftihcad † "Whose cheeks in Hebe's vivid tints are drefs'd," And justice drench in vain her vengeful sword in "And with joy's carelefs mien and dimpled "fimiles imprefs'd! « Thy unfuspe&ing heart how nobly good With you must reformation firft take place: "You are the head, the intellectual mind “Of this vaft body politic, whose base "I know, how fanguine in thy country's caufe," And vulgar limbs to drudgery confign'd, "And mark'd thy virtue fingly how it stood "All the rich ftores of fcience have refign'd "Th' affaults of mighty cuftom, which o'erawes "To you, that, by the craftíman's various toil, "The faint and tim'rons mind, and oft withdraws" The fea-worn mariner and sweating hind, "From Reafon's lore th' ambitious and the vain," In peace and affluence maintain'd, the while "By the fweet hure of popular applause, "You for yourfelves and them may drefs the "Against their better knowledge to maintain "mental foil. "The lawless throne of Vice or Folly's childish “ reign. "How vaft his influence, how wide his fway, "How vice and folly had o'erfpread the land: " and peace? Bethink you then, my children of the truft "In you repos'd; ne let your heaven-born mind "Confume in pleasure or unactive ruft, "But nobly roufe you to the talk affign'd, "The godlike talk, to teach and mend mankind! Learn, that ye may inftruct: to virtue lead "Yourfelves the way; the herd will crowd behind, "And gather precepts from each worthy deed: In them redeem your errors manifold, + Luftihead, strong health, vigour. "And "And you who tho' by the rude torrent borne "Thro' the world's intricate or rugged ways, "Conducted by Religion's facred rays, "Whofe foul-invigorating influence Unwillingly along, you yield with pain To his behefts, and act what you dildain, "Yet nourish in your hearts the gen'rous love "Of piety and truth, no more restrain "The manly zeal, but all your finews move "The prefent to reclaim, the future race im-. prove. "Eftfcons by your joint efforts fhall be quell'd Yon haughty giant, who fo proudly fways "A fceptre by repute alone upheld, "Who where he cannot dictate straight obeys: "Accuftom'd to conform his flatt'ring phrale "To numbers and hight-plac'd authority "Your party he will join, your maxims praife, “And, drawing after all his menial fry, Soon teach the gen'ral voice your act to ratify. "Ne for th' atchievement of this great emprize "The want of means or countel may ye dread; From my twin-daughters' fruitful wombs fhal! "A race of letter'd fages deeply read [rife In learning's various writ, by whom yled "Thro' each well-cultur'd plot, each beauteous 66 grove, "Where antic wifdom whilom wont to tread, "With mingled glee and profit may ye rove, And cull each virtuous plant, each tree of knowledge prove. "Yourselves with virtue thus and knowledge "fraught, 46 "Of what in ancient days of good or great "Hiftorians, bards, philofophers, have taught, Join'd with whatever elfe of modern date "Maturer judgment, fearch more accurate, "Difcover'd have of Nature, Man and God, "May by new laws reform the time-worn ftate "Of cell-bred difcipline, and fmoothe the road "That leads thro' learning's vale to wifdom's "bright abode. "By you invited to her fecret bow'rs, "Then fhall Pædia re-afcend her throne, "With vivid laurels girt and fragrant flow'rs; "While from their forked mount defcending down "Yon fupercilious pedant train fhall own "Her empire paramount, ere long by her 66 Ytaught a leffon in their fchools unknown, "To learning's richest treasure to prefer "The knowledge of the world and man's "bufinefs there. "On this prime fcience, as the final end great Which vice and folly thall upon them wage "As on the perilous march of life they fate, "With prudent lore fore-arming ev'ry age "Gaint Pleasure's treach'rous joys and Pain's "embattled rage. "Then fall my youthful fons, to wifdom led By fair example and ingenuous praite, With willing feet the paths of duty tread, 7 Shall purge their minds from all impure allays "Of fordid elifhnefs, and brutal fente; [lence. "And fwell th' ennobled heart with bleft beneva Then alfo fhall this emblematic pile, By magic whilom fram'd to fympathife With all the fortunes of this changeful ifle, "Still as my fons in fame and virtue rife, [kics "Grow with their growth, and to th' applauding "Its radiant crofs uplift; the while to grace "The multiplying niches freth fupplics 66 66 Of worthies fhall fucceed, with equal pace Aye following their fires in virtue's glorious "race." Fir'd with th' idea of her future fame, §59. A Birth-Day Thought. CANI, all gracious Providence Can I deferve thy care? Ah! no: I've not the leaft pretence To bounties which I fhare. Have I not been defended ftill From dangers and from death; Been fafe pretery'd from ev'ry ill O! teach E'er fince thou gave me breath? Yet more than grandeur can bestow No ftrife has e'er difturb'd my peace, No mis'ries have I known; And, that I'm blefs'd with health and cafe, With humble thanks I own." I envy no one's birth or fame, Their titles, train, or drefs; Nor has my pride e'er fretch'd its aim I afk I ask and with, not to appear More beauteous, rich, or gay Lord, make me wifer ev'ry year, And better ev'ry day. From her loofe hair the dropping dew she prefs'd, And thus mine ear in accents mild addrefs'd: No more, my fon, the rural reed employ, Nor trill the tinkling ftrain of empty joy; No more thy love-refounding fonnets fuit To notes of paft'ral pipe, or oaten flute. 60: A Moral Reflection. Written on the firft For hark! high-thron'd on yon majeftic walls, Day of the Year 1782. SEVENTEEN Hundred Eighty-one Is now for ever past; Seventeen Hundred Eighty-two But whether life's uncertain scene Or whether death fhall come between, Or whether fick nefs, pain, or health, Or whether poverty or wealth, Is all unknown to me. One thing I know, that needful 'tis Is register'd on high. Too well I know what precious hours To duft and darkness hafte. Tho' funs and ftars expire. What awful thoughts! what truth fublime! What useful lesson this! O let me well improve my time ! Oh! let me die in peace! To the dear Mufe afflicted Freedom calls: To shake yon towers when malice rears her creft, Still fing, O Cam, your fav'rite freedom's caufe, Still boaft of freedom, while you break her laws; To Pow'r your fongs of gratulation pay; To courts addrefs foft flattery's fervile lay. What though your gentle Mafon's plaintive verfe Has hung with fweeteft wreaths Mufeus' herfe; What though your vaunted hard's ingenuous woe, Soft as my ftream, in tuneful numbers flow; Yet ftrove his Mufe, by fame or envy led, To tear the laurels from a fifter's head?. Mifguided youth! with rude unclaffic rage To blot the beauties of thy whiter page; A rage that fullies e'en thy guiltless lays, And blafts the vernal bloom of half thy bays. Let boast the patrons of her name, Be hers each prelate of the pamper'd cheek, $61. The Triumph of Ifis, occafioned by Ifis, an Where Cam, meand'ring thro' the matted reeds, Elegy. T. WARTON. Quid mihi nefcio quam, proprio cum Tybride, Romam CLAUDIAN. ; ON clofing flow'rs when genial gales diffufe As the fmooth furface of the dimply flood With loit'ring wave his groves of laurel feeds. Though wakeful vengeance watch my cryftal E'en late when Radcliffe's delegated train Aufpicious fhone in Ifis' happy plain; [thrine, When yon proud dome, fair learning's ampleft Beneath its attic roofs receiv'd the Nine; Was rapture mute, or ceas'd the glad acclaim, To Radcliffe due, and Ifis' honour'd name? What free-born crowds adorn'd the festive day, Nor blush'd to wear my tributary bay! How each brave breast with honeft ardours heav'd, When Sheldon's fane the patriot band receiv'd; While, as we loudly hail'd the chofen few, Rome's awful fenate rufh'd upon the view! O may the day in lateft annals fhine, That made a Beaufort and an Harley mine; That bade them leave the loftier fcene awhile, The pomp of guiltiefs ftate, the patriot toil, For bleeding Albion's aid the fage defign, To hold fhert dalliance with the tuneful Nine! Then mufic left her filver fphere on high, And bore cach strain of triumph from the fky; Swell'd the loud fong, and to my chiefs around Pour'd the full peans of mellifluous found. My Naiads blythe the dying accents caught, And liftening danced beneath their pearly grot: In gentler eddies play'd my confcious wave, And all my reeds their fofteft whispers gave; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs, And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs. But lo! at once the pealing concerts ceafe, And crowded theatres are hufh'd in peace. See, on yon fage how all attentive ftand, To catch his parting eye, and waving hand. Hark! he begins, with all a Tully's art, To pour the dictates of a Cato's heart. Skill'd to pronounce what nobleft thoughts infpire, He blends the fpeaker's with the patriot's fire; Bold to conceive, nor tim'rous to conceal, What Britons dare to think he dares to tell. "Tis his alike the car and eyes to charm, To win with action, and with fenfe to warm. Untaught in flow'ry periods to difpenfe The lulling founds of fweet impertinence: In frowns or files he gains an equal prize, Nor meanly fears to fall, nor creeps to rife; Bids happier days to Aibion be reftor'd, Bids ancient juftice rear her radiant fword; From me, as from my country, claims applaufe, And makes an Oxford's a Britannia's cause. While arms like thefe my ftedfaft fages wield, While mine is Truth's impenetrable fhield; Say, shall the puny champion fond y dare To wage with force like this fcholaftic war? Still vainly fcribble on with pert pretence,With all the rage of pedant impotence? Say, fhall I fofter this domestic pest, This parricide, that wounds a mother's breaft? Thus in fome gallant fhip, that long has bore Britain's victorious crofs from fhore to thore, By chance, beneath her close sequefter'd cells Some low-born worm, a lurking mifchief dwells; Eats his blind way, and faps with fecret guile The deep foundations of the floating pile. In vain the foreft lent its ftatelicft pride, clear Of harps unfeen have fwept the poet's ear; Ev'n now, confefs'd to my adoring eyes, All who to Albion gave the arts of peace, And beft the labours plann'd of letter'd eafe; Who taught with truth, or with. perfuafion mov'd, Who footh'd with numbers, or with fenfe improv'd; Who rang'd the pow'rs of reafon, or refin'd All that adorn'd or humaniz'd the mind; Each priest of health, that mix'd the balmy bowl, To rear frail man, and flay the fleeting foul; All crowd around, and, echoing to the fky, Hail, Oxford, hail! with filial tranfport cry. And fee you fapient train! with lib ral aim, 'Twas theirs new plans of liberty to frame; And on the gothic gloom of flavish (way To fhed the dawn of intellectual day. With mild debate cach mufing feature glows, And well-weigh'd counsels niark their meaning brows. "Lo! thefe the leaders of thy patriot line," Nor all the tasks of thoughtful peace engage, 'Tis thine to form the hero as the fage. 1 fee the fable-fuited prince advance With lilies crown'd, the spoils of bleeding France, Edward. The Mufes in yon cloister's fhade Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade: Bade him the fteel for British freedom draw; And Oxford taught the deeds that Creffy faw. And fee, great father of the facred band, The Patriot King before me feems to stand. He, by the bloom of this gay vale beguil'd, That cheer'd with lively green the fhaggy wild, Hither of yore, forlorn fo gotten maid, The Mufe in prattling infancy convey'd; From Vandal rage the helplefs virgin bore, And fix'd her cradle on my friendly fhore: Soon grew the maid beneath his foft'ring hand, Soon ftream'd her bleffings o'er the enlighten'd land. Though fimple was the dome, where firft to dwell Well pleas'd, that at his own Pierian fprings § 62. Infeription in a Hermitage, at Anfley-Hall, in Warwickshire. T. WARTON. ENEATH this ftony roof reclin'd, BEN I footh to peace my penfive mind: And while, to fhade my lowly cave, Embow'ring elms their umbrage wave; And while the maple difh is mine, The beechen cup, unftain'd with wine; I fcorn the gay licentious crowd, Nor heed the toys that deck the proud. . Within my limits lone and still, The blackbird pipes in artless trill Faft by my couch, congenial guest, The wren has wove her moffy neft; From bufy fcenes and brighter fkies, To lurk with innocence, the flies; Here hopes in fafe repofe to dwell, Nor aught fufpects the fylvan cell. At morn I take my custom'd round, At eve, within yon ftudious nook, § 63. Monody, written near Stratford p Avon. T. WARTON. AVON, thy rural views, thy pastures wild, The willows that o'erhang thy twilight edge, Their boughs entangling with th' embattled fedge; Thy brink with wat'ry foliage quaintly fring'd, Here firft, at Fancy's fairy-circled shrine, Like fpe&res fwarining to the wizard's hall; A weeping mourner, fmote with anguish fore, And sternly shakes his fceptre, dropping blood. § 64. On the Death of King George the Second. T. WARTON So ftream the forrows that embalm the brave, The tears that Science fheds on Glory's grave! * Alfred. Se |