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With finer sounds : who heighten to his eye
The bloom of Nature, and before him turn
The gayest, happiest attitude of things.

Oft have the laws of each poetic strain

The critic-verse employ'd; yet still unsung PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION.

Lay this prime subject, though importing most

A poet's name: for fruitless is the attempt,
A POEM, IN THREE BOOKS,

By dull obedience and by creeping toil

Obscure to conquer the severe ascent
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Must fire the chosen genius; Nature's hand
Epict. apud Arrian. II. 13. Must string his nerves, and imp his eagle-wings

Impatient of the painful steep, to soar

High as the summit; there to breathe at large
Published in the Year 1744.

Ethereal air ; with bards and sages old,

Immortal sons of praise. These flattering scenes, Book I.

To this neglected labour court my song;

Yet not unconscious what a doubtful task
Argument.

To paint the finest features of the mind,

And to most subtle and mysterious things he subject proposed. Difficulty of treating it Give colour, strength, and motion. But the love poetically. The ideas of the Divine mind, the Of Nature and the Muses bids explore, origin of every quality pleasing to the imagina- Through secret paths erewhile untrod by man, tion. The natural variety of constitution in the The fair poetic region, to detect minds of men; with its final cause. The idea Untasted springs, to drink inspiring draughts, of a fine imagination, and the state of the mind And shade my temples with unfading flowers in the enjoyment of those pleasures which it Cullid from the laureate vale's profound recess, affords. All the primary pleasures of the ima- Where never poet gain'd a wreath before. [scends gination result from the perception of greatness, From Heaven my strains begin ; from Heaven deor wonderfulness, or beauty in objects. The The flame of genius to the human breast, pleasure from greatness, with its final cause.

And love and beauty, and poetic joy Pleasure from novelty or wonderfulness, with its And inspiration. , Ere the radiant Sun final cause. Pleasure from beauty, with its Sprang from the east, or ʼmid the vault of night final cause. The connection of beauty with The Moon suspended her serener lamp; truth and good, applied to the conduct of life. Ere mountains, woods, or streams, adorn’d the globe, Invitation to the study of moral philosophy. Or Wisdom taught the sons of men her lore ; The different degrees of beauty in different species Then liv'd th' almighty One : then, deep retir'd of objects : colour; shape; natural concretes ; | In his unfathom'd essence, view'd the forms, vegetables; animals; the mind. The sublime, The forms eternal of created things ; the fair, the wonderful of the mind. The con- The radiant Sun, the Moon's nocturnal lamp, nection of the imagination and the moral faculty. The mountains, woods and streams, the rolling globe, Conclusion.

And Wisdom's mien celestial. From the first

Of days, on them his love divine he fix'd, W

Ith what attractive charms this goodly frame His admiration : till in time complete, Df Nature touches the consenting hearts

What he admir'd and lov'd, his vital smile Df mortal men; and what the pleasing stores Unfolded into being. Hence the breath Which beauteous imitation thence derives

Of life informing each organic frame, so deck the poet's, or the painter's toil ;

Hence the green carth, and wild resounding waves; My verse unfolds. Attend, ye gentle powers Hence light and shade alternate ; warmth and cold; Of musical delight! and while I sing

And clear autumnal skies and vernal showers,
Your gifts, your honours, dance around my strain. And all the fair variety of things.
Thou, smiling queen of every tuneful breast,

But not alike to every mortal eye
Indulgent Fancy! from the fruitful banks Is this great scene unveil'd. For since the claims
Of Avon, whence thy rosy tingers cull

Of social life, to different labours urge
Fresh flowers and dews to sprinkle on the turf The active powers of man! with wise intent
Where Shakspeare lies, be present : and with thee The hand of Nature on peculiar minds
Let Fiction come, upon her vagrant wings Imprints a different bias, and to each
Wafting ten thousand colours through the air, Decrees its province in the common toil.
Which,

by the glances of her magic eye, [forms, To some she taught the fabric of the sphere, She blends and shifts at will, through countless | The changeful Moon, the circuit of the stars, Her wild creation. Goddess of the lyre,

The golden zones of Heaven ; to some she gave Which rules the accents of the moving sphere, To weigh the moment of eternal things, Wilt thou, eternal Harmony ! descend

Of time, and space, and Fate's unbroken chain, And join this festive train ? for with thec comes And will's quick impulse : others by the hand The guide, the guardian of their lovely sports,

She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore Majestic Truth; and where Truth deigns to come, What healing virtue swells the tender veins Her sister Liberty will not be far,

Of herbs and flowers; or what the beams of morn Be present all ye genii, who conduct

Draw forth, distilling from the clefted rind The wandering footsteps of the youthful bard, In balmy tears. But some, to higher hopes New to your springs and shades: who touch his ear Were destin'd; some within a finer mould

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The praise of mortals, may the eternal growth Should sloth's unkindly fogs depress to Earth And blast her spring! Far otherwise design'd Witness the sprightly joy when aught unknown

Strikes the quick sense, and wakes cach active power

She wrought, and temper'd with a purer flame. That breathes from day to day sublimer things, To these the Sire Omnipotent unfolds

And mocks possession ? wherefore darts the miss,
The world's harmonious volume, there to read With such resistless ardour to embrace
The transcript of himself.

On every part
Majestic forms; impatient to be free,

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They trace the bright impressions of his hand : Spurning the gross controul of wilful night;
In earth or air, the meadow's purple stores, Proud of the strong contention of her toils;
The Moon's mild radiance, or the virgin's form Proud to be daring? Who but rather turns
Blooming with rosy smiles, they see pourtray'd To Heaven's broad fire his unconstrained vier,
That uncreated beauty, which delights

Than to the glimmering of a waren flame ? The mind supreme. They also feel her charms, Who that, from Alpine heights, his labouring eye Enamour'd; they partake the eternal joy.

Shoots round the wide horizon, to survey For as old Memmon's image, long renown'd Nilus or Ganges rolling his bright wave By fabling Nilus, to the quivering touch

Through mountains, plains, through empires black Of Titan's ray, with each repulsive string

with shade Consenting, sounded through the warbling air

And continents of sand; will turn his gaze
Unbidden strains; even so did Nature's band To mark the windings of a scanty rill
To certain species of external things,

That murmurs at his feet? The high-bora soul Attune the finer organs of the mind :

Disdains to rest her heaven-aspiring wing So the glad impulse of congenial powers,

Beneath its native quarry. Tir'd of Earth Or of sweet sounds, or fair proportion’d form,

And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft The grace of motion, or the bloom of light, Through fields of air ; pursues the flying storm; Thrills through Imagination's tender frame, Rides on the vollied lightning through the leaves; From nerve to nerve : all naked and alive

Or, yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blas They catch the spreading rays; till now the soul Sweeps the long tract of day. Thed high she sur At length discloses every tuneful spring,

The blue profound, and hovering round the Sur To that harmonious movement from without Beholds him pouring the redundant stream Responsive. Then the inexpressive strain

Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway Diffuses its enchantment: Fancy dreams

Bend the reluctant planets to absolve Of sacred fountains and Elysian groves,

The fated rounds of Time. Thence far effus'd And vales of bliss : the intellectual power

She darts her swiftness up the long career. Bends from his aweful throne a wondering ear, Of devious comets; through its burning signs And smiles : the passions, gently sooth'd away, Exulting measures the perennial wheel Sink to divine repose, and love and joy

Of Nature, and looks back on all the stars, Alone are waking ; love and joy serene

Whose blended light, as with a milky zone, As airs that fan the summer. O! attend, som

Invest the orient. Now amaz'd she views Whoe'er thou art, whom these delights can touch, The empyreal waste, where happy spirits bold, Whose candid bosom the refining love

Beyond this concave Heaven, their calm abake; Of Nature warms, O listen to my song ;

And fields of radiance, whose unfading light And I will guide thee to her favourite walks, Has travellid the profound six thousand years, And teach thy solitude her voice to hear,

Nor yet arrives in sight of mortal things
And point her loveliest features to thy view. Even on the barriers of the world untir’d

Know then, whate'er of Nature's pregnant stores, She meditates the eternal depth below;
Whate'er of mimic Art's reflected forms

Till half recoiling, down the headlong step
With love and admiration thus inflame

She plunges ; soon o'erwhelm'd and swallow 'dup The powers of fancy, her delighted sons

In that immense of being. There her hopes To three illustrious orders have referr'd ;

Rest at the fated goal. For from the birth
Three sister-graces, whom the painter's hand, Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said,
The poet's tongue, confesses; the sublime,

That not in humble nor in brief delight,
The wonderful, the fair. I see them dawn ! Not in the fading echoes of Renown,
I see the radiant visions, where they rise,

Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowers le More lovely than when Lucifer displays

The soul should find enjoyment : but from these His beaming forehead through the gates of morn, Turning disdainful to an equal good, To lead the train of Phoebus and the Spring.

Through all the ascent of things enlarge ber vieta, Say, why was man so eminently rais'd

Till every bound at length should disappear, Amid the vast creation; why ordain'd

And infinite perfection close the scene. Through life and death to dart his piercing eye, Call now to mind what high capacious powers With thoughts beyond the limit of his frame; Lie folded up in man; how far beyond But that the Omnipotent might send him forth In sight of mortal and immortal powers,

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Of Nature to perfection half divine,
As on a boundless theatre, to run

Expand the blooming soul? What pity then
The great career of justice; to exalt
His generous aim to all diviner deeds;

Her tender blossom ; choke the streams of luft, To chase each partial purpose from his breast :

De And through the mists of passion and of sense, Almighty Wisdom; Nature's happy canes And through the tossing tide of chance and pain, The obedient heart far otherwise ineline. To hold his course unfaultering, while the voice Of Truth and Virtue, up the steep ascent Of Nature, calls him to his high reward, [burns To brisker measures : witness the neglect The applauding smile of Heaven ? Else wherefore of all familiar

prospects, though beheld In mortal bosoms this unquenched hope,

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Of young astonishment; the sober zeal

And Spring's Elysian bloom. Her flowery store Of age, commenting on prodigious things,

To thee nor Tempé shall refuse ; nor watch
For such the bounteous Providence of Heaven, Of winged Hydra guard Hesperian fruits
In every breast implanting this desire

From thy free spoil. O bear then, unreprov'd,
Of objects new, and strange, to urge us on Thy smiling treasures to the green recess
With unremitted labour to pursue

Where young Dione stays. With sweetest airs Those sacred stores that wait the ripening soul,

Entice her forth to lend her angel-form
In Truth's exhaustless bosom. What need words For Beauty's honour'd image. Hither turn
To paint its power ? For this the daring youth Thy graceful footsteps; hither, gentle maid,
Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms,

Incline thy polish'd forehead : let thy eyes
In foreign climes to rove: the pensive sage,

Effuse the mildness of their azure dawn; Heedless of sleep, or midnight's harmful damp, And may the fanning breezes waft aside Hangs o'er the sickly taper; and untir'd

Thy radiant locks : disclosing, as it bends The virgin follows, with enchanted step,

With airy softness from the marble neck, The mazes of some wild and wondrous tale, The cheek fair-blooming, and the rosy lip, From morn to eve; unmindful of her form, Where winning smiles and pleasures sweet as love, Unmindful of the happy dress that stole

With sanctity and wisdom, tempering blend The wishes of the youth, when every maid

Their soft allurement. Then the pleasing force With envy pin'd. Hence, finally, by night

Of Nature, and her kind parental care The village-matron, round the blazing hearth, Worthier I'd sing : then all the enamour'd youth, Suspends the infant-audience with her tales,

With each admiring virgin, to my lyre Breathing astonishment! of witching rhymes,

Should throng attentive, while I point on high And evil spirits; of the death-bed call

Where Beauty's living image, like the morn Of him who robb’d the widow, and devour'd

That wakes in Zephyr's arms the blushing May, The orphan's portion; of unquiet souls

Moves onward; or as Venus, when she stood Risen from the grave to ease the heavy guilt Effulgent on the pearly car, and smil'd, Of deeds in life conceal'd; of shapes that walk Fresh from the deep, and conscious of her form, At dead of night, and clank their chains, and wave To see the Tritons tune their vocal shells, The torch of Hell around the murderer's bed.

And each cerulean sister of the flood At every solemn pause the crowd recoil,

With loud acclaim attend her o'er the waves, Gazing each other speechless, and congeal'd

To seek the Idalian bower. Ye smiling band With shivering sighs; till cager for the event,

Of youths and virgins, who through all

the maze Around the beldame all erect they hang,

Of young desire with rival-steps pursue Each trembling heart with grateful terrours quell’d. This charm of beauty; if the pleasing toil But lo! disclos'd in all her smiling pomp,

Can yield a moment's respite, hither turn Where Beauty onward moving claims the verse

Your favourable ear, and trust my words. Her charms inspire : the freely-flowing verse

I do not mean to wake the gloomy form In thy immortal praise, O form divine,

Of Superstition dress'd in Wisdom's garb, Smooths her mellifluent stream. Thee, Beauty, thee, To damp your tender hopes ; I do not mean The regal dome, and thy enlivening ray

To bid the jealous thunderer fire the heavens, The mossy roofs adore : thou, better Sun !

Or shapes infernal rend the groaning Earth For ever beamest on the enchanted heart

To fright you from your joys: my cheerful song Love, and harmonious wonder, and delight

With better omens calls you to the field, Poetic. Brightest progeny of Heaven !

Pleas'd with your generous ardour in the chase, How shall I trace thy features ? where select And warm like you. Then tell me, for ye know, The roseate hues to emulate thy bloom ?

Does Beauty ever deign to dwell where health, Haste then, my song, through Nature's wide expanse, And active use are strangers? Is her charm Haste then, and gather all her comeliest wealth,

Confess'd in aught, whose most peculiar ends Whate'er bright spoils the florid earth contains,

Are lame and fruitless ? Or did Nature mean Whate'er the waters, or the liquid air,

This pleasing call the herald of a lie; To deck thy lovely labour. Wilt thou fly

To hide the shame of discord and disease,
With laughing Autumn to the Atlantic isles, And catch with fair hypocrisy the heart
And range with him the Hesperian field, and see

Of idle faith? O no! with better cares
Where'er his fingers touch the fruitful grove, The indulgent mother, conscious how infirin
The branches shoot with gold; where'er his step Her offspring tread the paths of good and ill,
Marks the glad soil, the tender clusters grow By this illustrious image, in each kind
With purple ripeness, and invest each hill

Still most illustrious where the object holds
As with the blushes of an evening sky?

Its native powers most perfect, she by this Or wilt thou rather stoop thy vagrant plume,

Ilumes the headstrong impulse of desire, Where gliding through his daughter's honour'd | And sanctifies his choice. The generous glebe shades,

Whose bosom smiles with verdure, the clear tract The smooth Peneus from his glassy flood

Of streams delicious to the thirsty soul,
Reflects purpureal Tempé's pleasant scene?

The bloom of nectar'd fruitage ripe to sense,
Fair Tempé! haunt belov'd of sylvan powers, And every charm of animated things,
Of Nymphs and Fauns; where in the golden age

Are only pledges of a state sincere,
They play'd in secret on the shady brink

The integrity and order of their frame, With ancient Pan: while round their choral steps

When all is well within, and every end Young Hours and genial Gales with constant hand Accomplish’d. Thus was Beauty sent from Heaven, Shower'd blossoms, odours, shower'd ambrosial The lovely ministress of truth and good dews,

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And Beauty dwells in them, and they in her, From their first twilight, shining forth at length
With like participation. Wherefore then,

To full meridian splendour. Of degree
O sons of Earth! would ye dissolve the tie? The least and lowliest, in the effusive warmth
O wherefore, with a rash impetuous aim,

Of colours mingling with a random blaze,
Seek ye those flowery joys with which the hand Doth Beauty dwell. Then higher in the line
Of lavish Fancy paints each flattering scene And variation of determin'd shape,
Where Beauty seems to dwell, nor once inquire Where Truth's eternal measures mark the bound
Where is the sanction of eternal truth,

Of circle, cube, or sphere. The third ascent
Or where the seal of undeceitful good,

Unites this varied symmetry of parts
To save your search from folly! Wanting these, With colour's bland allurement; as the pearl
Lo! Beauty withers in your void embrace, Shines in the concave of its azure bed,
And with the glittering of an idiot's toy

And painted shells indent their speckled wreath
Did Fancy mock your vows. Nor let the gleam Then more attractive rise the blooming forms
Of youthful hope, that shines upon your hearts, Through which the breath of Nature has infus's
Be chill'd or clouded at this aweful task,

Her genial power to draw with pregnant veins To learn the lore of undeceitful good,

Nutritious moisture from the bounteous Earth, And truth eternal. Though the poisonous charms In fruit and seed prolific: thus the flowers Of baleful Superstition guide the feet

Their purple honours with the spring resume; of servile numbers, through a dreary way

And thus the stately tree with autumn bends To their abode, through deserts, thorns, and mire; With blushing treasures. But more lovely se And leave the wretched pilgrim all forlorn Is Nature's charm, where to the full consent To muse at last, amid the ghostly gloom

Of complicated members to the bloom Of graves, and hoary vaults, and cloister'd cells; Of colour, and the vital change of growth, To walk with spectres through the midnight shade, Life's holy flame and piercing sense are given, And to the screaming owl's accursed song And active motion speaks the temper'd soul: Attune the dreadful workings of his heart; So moves the bird of Juno; so the steed Yet be not ye dismay'd. A gentler star

With rival ardour beats the dusty plain, Your lovely search illumines.

From the grove

And faithful dogs with eager airs of joy Where Wisdom talk'd with her Athenian sons, Salute their fellows. Thus doth Beauty dwel! Could my ambitious hand intwine a wreath, There most conspicuous, even in outward slape, Of Plato's olive with the Mantuan bay,

Where dawns the high expression of a mind: Then should my powerful verse at once dispel By steps conducting our enraptur'd search Those monkish horrours : then in light divine To that eternal origin, whose power, Disclose the Elysian prospect, where the steps Through all the unbounded symmetry of things Of those whom Nature charms, through blooming Like rays effulging from the parent Sun, walks,

This endless mixture or her charms diffus'd Through fragrant mountains and poetic streams, Mind, mind alone,(bear witness, Earth and Heaven! Amid the train of sages, heroes, bards,

The living fountains in itself contains Led by their winged Genius and the choir

Of beauteous and sublime : here, hand in hand Of laurell'd Science, and harmonious Art,

Sit paramount the Graces; here enthron'de Proceed, exulting, to the eternal shrine,

Celestial Venus, with divinest airs, Where Truth conspicuous with her sister-twins, Invites the soul to never-fading joy. The undivided partners of her sway,

Look then abroad through Nature, to the range With Good and Beauty reigns. O let not us, Of planets, suns, and adamantine spheres, Lull'd by luxurious Pleasure's languid strain, Wheeling unshaken through the void immense ; Or crouching to the frowns of Bigot-rage,

And speak, O man ! does this capacious scene O let us not a moment pause to join

With half that kindling majesty dilate
That godlike band. And if the gracious power Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose
Who first awaken'd my untutor'd song,

Refulgent from the stroke of Cæsar's fate,
Will to my invocation breathe anew

Amid the crowd of patriots; and his arm
The tuneful spirit; then through all our paths, Aloft extending, like eternal Jove,
Ne'er shall che sound of this devoted lyre

When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud: Be wanting ; whether on the rosy mead,

On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, When Summer smiles, to warn the melting heart And bade the father of his country hail ? Of Luxury's allurement; whether firm

For lo! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, Against the torrent and the stubborn hill

And Rome again is free! Is aught so fair To urge bold Virtue's unremitted nerve,

In all the dewy landscapes of the spring,
And wake the strong divinity of soul

In the bright eye of Hesper or the Morn,
That conquers Chance and Fate; or whether struck In Nature's fairest forms, is aught so fair
For sounds of triumph, to proclaim her toils As virtuous Friendship? as the candid blush
Upon the lofty summit, round her brow

Of him who strives with fortune to be just?
To twine the wreath of incorruptive praise ; The graceful tear that streams for others' woes?
To trace her hallow'd light through future worlds, Or the mild majesty of private life,
And bless Heaven's image in the heart of man. Where Peace with ever-blooming olive crowns

Thus with a faithful aim have we presum'd, The gate ; where Honour's liberal hands effuse Adventurous, to delineate Nature's form;

Unenvied treasures, and the snowy wings Whether in vast, majestic pomp array'd,

Of Innocence and Love protect the scene ? Or drest for pleasing wonder, or serene

Once more search, undismay'd, the dark profound In Beauty's rosy smile. It now remains,

Where Nature works in secret ; view the beds
Through various being's fair-proportioned scale, Of mineral treasure, and the eternal fault
To trace the rising lustre of her charms,

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Of atoms moving with incessant change

Crouch'd like a slave. Bring all thy martial spoils, Their elemental round; behold the seeds

Thy palms, thy laurels, thy triumphal songs, Of being, and the energy of life

Thy smiling band of arts, thy godlike sires Kindling the mass with ever-active Alame :

Of civil wisdom, thy heroic youth Then to the secrets of the working mind

Warm from the schools of glory. Guide my way Attentive turn; from dim oblivion call

Through fair Lycéum's walk, the green retrcats Her Aect, ideal band ; and bid them, go!

Of Academus, and the thymy vale,
Break through Time's barrier, and o'ertake the hour Where, oft enchanted with Socratic sounds,
That saw the heavens created : then declare

Ilissus pure devolv'd his tuneful stream
If aught were found in those external scenes In gentler murmurs. From the blooming store
To move thy wonder now. For what are all Of these auspicious fields, may I unblam'd
The forms which brute, unconscious matter wears, Transplant some living blossoms to adorn
Greatness of bulk, or symmetry of parts ?

My native clime : while far above the flight
Not reaching to the heart, soon feeble grows Of Fancy's plume aspiring, I unlock
The superficial impulse; dull their charms, The springs of ancient Wisdom! while I join
And satiate soon, and pall the languid eye. Thy name, thrice honour'd! with the imınortal
Not so the moral species, nor the powers

praise
Of genius and design ; the ambitious mind Of Nature, while to my compatriot youth
There sees herself: by these congenial forms I point the high example of thy sons,
Touch'd and awaken’d, with intenser act

And tune to Attic themes the British lyre.
She bends each nerve, and meditates well-pleas’d
Her features in the mirror. For of all
The inhabitants of Earth, to man alone

Book II.
Creative Wisdom gave to lift his eye
To Truth's eternal measures; thence to frame

The Argument.
The sacred laws of action and of will,

The separation of the works of imagination from Discerning justice from unequal deeds,

philosophy, the cause of their abuse among the And temperance from folly. But beyond

moderns, Prospect of their re-union under the This energy of Truth, whose dictates bind

influence of public liberty. Enumeration of acAssenting reason, the benignant sire,

cidental pleasures, which increase the effect of To deck the honour'd paths of just and good, objects delightful to the imagination. The pleaHas added bright Imagination's rays :

sures of sense. Particular circumstances of the Where Virtue, rising from the aweful depth

mind. Discovery of truth. Perception of conOf Truth's mysterious bosom, doth forsake

trivance and design. Emotion of the passions. The unadorn'd condition of her birth;

All the natural passions partake of a pleasing And, dress’d by Fancy in ten thousand hues,

sensation; with the final cause of this constitu. Assumes a various feature, to attract,

tion illustrated by an allegorical vision, and exWith charms responsive to each gazer's eye,

emplified in sorrow, pity, terrour, and indignation. The hearts of men. Amid his rural walk, The ingenuous youth, whom solitude inspires When shall the laurel and the vocal string With purest wishes, from the pensive shade

Resume their honours ? When shall we behold Beholds her moving, like a virgin-muse

The tuneful tongue, the Promethean hand, That wakes her lyre to some indulgent theme Aspire to ancient praise ? Alas! how faint, of harmony and wonder : while among

How slow, the dawn of Beauty and of Truth The herd of servile minds her strenuous form Breaks the reluctant shades of Gothic night Ind ignant flashes on the patriot's eye,

Which yet involve the nations! Long they groan'd And through the rolls of memory appeals

Beneath the furies of rapacious Force ; To ancient honour, or, in act serene,

Oft as the gloomy North, with iron-swarms Yet watchful, raises the majestic sword

Tempestuous pouring from her frozen caves, Of public power, from dark ambition's reach Blasted the Italian shore, and swept the works To guard the sacred volume of the laws.

Of Liberty and Wisdom down the gulf Genius of ancient Greece ! whose faithful steps Of all-devouring Night. As long immur'd Well-pleas'd I follow through the sacred paths In noon-tide darkness by the glimmering lamp, Of Nature and of Science; nurse divine

Each Muse and each fair Science pin'd away Of all heroic deeds and fair desires!

The sordid hours: while foul, barbarian hands 0! let the breath of thy extended praise

Their mysteries profan'd, unstrung the lyre, Inspire my kindling bosom to the height

And chain'd the soaring pinion down to Earth. Of this untempted theme. Nor be my thoughts At last the Muses rose, and spuru'd their bonds, Presumptuous counted, if amid the calm

And, wildly warbling, scatter'd, as they flew, That soothes this vernal evening into smiles, Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers • steal impatient from the sordid haunts

To Arno's myrtle border, and the shore Of Strife and low Ambition, to attend

Of soft Parthenope. But still the rage
Thy sacred presence in the sylvan shade,

Of dire Ambition and gigantic Power,
By their malignant footsteps ne'er profan'd. From public aims and from the busy walk
Descend, propitious! to my favour'd eye;

Of civil Commerce, drove the bolder train such in thy mien, thy warm, exalted air,

Of penetrating Science to the cells, Is when the Persian tyrant, foil'd and stung Where studious Ease consumes the silent hour Vith Shame and desperation, gnash'd his teeth In shadowy searches and unfruitful care. Co see thee rend the pageants of his throne ; Thus from their guardians torn, the tender arts And at the lightning of thy lifted spear

Of mimic Fancy and harmonious Joy,

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