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Led by the winged genius aul the choir By steps conducting our enraptur'd search
This endless inixture of her charms diffus'd. With Good and Beauty reigns. O let pot us, Mind, mind alone (bear witness, earth and Lullid by luxurious Pleasure's languid strain,
heaven!) Or crouching to the frowns of Bigot rage, The living fountains in itself contains Olet us not a monient pause to join
Of beauteous and sublime: liere hand in hand That godlike band. And if the gracious power Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthron'd Who tirst awaken'd iv unutor'd song, Cælestial Venus, with divinest airs, Will to my invocation breathe anew
Invites the soul to never-fading joy. The taneful spirit; then through all our paths Look then abroad through nature, to the range Ne'er shall the sound of this devoted lyre Of plannets, suns, and adamantine spheres Be wanung: whether on the rosy meail, Wheeling unshaken through the void immense; When sunner miles, to warn the melting lieart and speak, 0 man! does this capacious scene Of Luxury's allurement, wlierher firm With half that kindling majesty dilate Against the torrent and the stubborn hill Thy strong conception, as when Brutus ruse Torrge bold Virtue's unreniided nerve, Refulgent from thie struke of Cæsar's fàte, And wake i ne strong divinity of soul
inid the crowd of patriot; and his arm That conquerschancen fate; or whether struck Aloft extending, like eternal Jove Forsoms of crinuphi, to proclaim loer teils When guila bringsddivu the thunder, call'daloud Upon the lofiv sungit, ruid her brow On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, To twine the wreath of incorruptive praise : And bade the father of his country, bail! To trace hier huilowd lighie iliro' furuje worlds, For lo ! the trant prostrate on the dust, And bless wearen's image in the fieart of inali. Ind Rome again is free! Is aught so fair
Thus with a faithful ain base we presum'd, In all the deny landscapes of the spring, Adventurous, to deliniate Vature's form; In the bright eye of Hesper or the inori, Whether in vast, majestic pomp array'd, In nature's fuest forms, is anghi so tair Or drest for pleasing wonder, rör sercie As viruous friendship? as the candid blush In beauty's rosy smile. It now remains, Of him who strives inth fortune to be just ? Through various heini's fair-proportion'd scale, The graceful tear that sueams for others' woes, To trace the rising lusire of her charms, Or the mild majesty of private life, From their first twiligit, shining forth at length Where Peace with ever-blooming olive crowns To full meridian splendor. Of degree The gale ; where Ilonor's liberal hand effuse The least and lowliest, in the eflusive warmth Unenvied treasures, and the snowy wings Of colors mingling with a raudona blaze, Of Innocence and Love protect the scene? Doth Beauty dwell
. Then higher in the line Once more search, undisniay'd, the dark profound And variation of determin'd shape,
Where Nature works in secret; view the beds Where Truth's eternal measures mark the bound Of mineral ireasure, and the eternal rault Of circle, cube, or sphere. The shird ascent That bounds the hoary ocean : trace the forms Unites this varied symmetry of parts
Qf atomis moving with incessant change With color's bland allurenient; as the pearl Their elemental round; behold the seeds Sbines in the concave of it; azure bed, Of beings, and the energy of life And painter shells indent their specled wreath, Kindling the mass with ever-active flame : Then more attractive rise the blooming furnis Then to the secrets of the working niind Through which the breath of Nature has infusid Attemive turn; fronx dim oblivion call Her genial power, to draw with pregnant reins Her fleet, ideal band; and bid them, go! Nutritious moisture from the bounteous earth, Break through time's barrier, and o'ertake the In fruit and seed prolific: thus the flowers
hour Their purple honors with the spring resume ; That saw the heavens created ; then declare And such the stately tree with autumn bends If aught were found in those external scenes With blushing treasures. Bui more lovely still To move thy wonder now. For what are all Is Naure's charın, where to the full consent The forins which brute, uneonscious matter Of complicated members, to the bloom
wears, Of color and the vital change of growth, Greatness of bulk, or symmetry of parts? Life's holy flame and piercing sense are given, Not reaching to the heart, soon feeble grows And active motion speaks the temper'd soul : The superficial impulse; dull their charms, So moves the bird of Juno : so the steed And satiate soon, and pall the languid eye With rival ardor 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 cougenial forms There most conspicuous, even in outward shape, Touch'd and awaken'd, with inienser act Where dawns the high expression of a mind: She bends each nerve, and mediiales well pleas'd
Her features in the mirror. For of all Thy name, thrice honor'd! with the immortal The inhabitants of carih, to mau alone
praise Creative W'isdom gave w lite his eye of Nature ; while to my compatriot youth To Truth's eternal measures ; lcrice to frame I point the hizli example of thy sons, The sacred laws of action and of will, And tune to Attic themes the British lyre. Discerning justice from unequal deeds, Aud lemperance from folly.' But bevond
§ 36. Day: a Pustural. Cunningham. This energy of truth, whose dictates bind Assenting reason, the benignant tire,
carpe diem." To deck ihe bonor'd paibs of just and good, Ilas added bright bragination's rays;
In the barn the tenant Cock,
Close to Partlet perch'd on high,
Briskly crows (the shepherd's clock)
Jocund that ihe morning's nigh.
Swiftly from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nur'd by night, retire :
Paints with gold the village spire.
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
From the low-roof'd cottage ridge,
See the chatt'ring Swallow spring; To antient honor; or in act serene,
Darting through the one-arch'd bridge,
Quick she dips her dappled wing.
(Restless 'till her task be done) 0! let the breath of thy extended praise Now the busy bee's employ'd, Inspire my kindling bosom to the height
Sipping dew before the sun.
Trickling through the crevic'd rock,
Where the limpid stream distils, I steal impatient from the sordid haunts
Sweet refreshment waits the Aock
When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.
Nature's universal song,
Now the noon-tide radiance glows
Noi a dew-drop's left ihe rose.
By the brook the shepherd dines;
From the fierce meridian heat.
Shelter'd by the branching pines,
Pendant o'er huis grüssy seat. Of these an-picious fields, may I umblain'd Transplant some living blossoins to adorn Now the flock forsakes the glade, My native clime: while, far above the flight Where, wucheckid, in sun-:esmo fall; Of Fancy's plume aspiring, I unluck Sure to find a pleasing shade The springs of antient wisdoin; while I juin By the ivy d abbij wali.
Echo în her airy round,
Linnets, with unnvinber'd notes, O’er river, rock and bill,
And the Cuckoo bird with two, Cannot catch a single sound,
Tuning sweet their mellow throals, Save the clack of yonder mill.
Bid the setting sun adieu. Cattle court the zephers bland,
37. The Contemplatist : a Night Piece. Where the streamlet wanders cool ;
Cunninghaul. Or with languid silence stand
" Nox erat Midway in the marshy pool.
“ Cumtacetomnisager,pecudes, pictæquevolucres." But froin mountain, dell, or strcam,
The Queen of Contemplation, Night, Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs ;
Begins her balıny reign ; Fearful lest the noon-tide beam
Advancing in their varied light Scorch its soft, ils silken wings.
Her silver-vested truin. Not a leaf has leave to stir,
'Tis strange the many marshall'd stars, Nature's lullid — serene -- and still ;
That ride yon sacred round, Quiet e'en the shepherds cur,
Should keep among their rapil cars, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill.
A silence so protound! Languid is the laudscape round,
A kind, a philosophic calun,
The cool creation wears ! 'Till the fresh descending shower, Grateful to the thirsty ground,
And what day drank of dewy balm,
The gentle Night repairs.
Behind their leafy curtains hid,
The feather'd race how suill! Now the warblers' throats in tune!
How quiet now the gamesome kid, Blithsome is the verdant scene,
That yambol'd round the hill! Brighten'd by the beauns of Noon!
The swects, that, bending o'er their banks, E VENING
From sultry Day declind, O'er the heath the heifer strays
Revive in lille velret ranks, Free ;-(the furrow'd task is done)
And scent the western wind. Now the village windows blaze,
The Moon, preceded by the brecze Burnish'd by, the setting sun.
That bade the clouds rivire,
Appears among the tufted trees,
A Phænix next on fire.
But soft-the golden glow subsides!
Her chariot mounts on high ! Copy the refulgent dye?
And now, in silver'd pomp, she rides Trudging as the ploughinen go,
Pale regent of the sky! (To the smoking hamlet bound)
Where Time upon the wither'd tree Giant-like their shadows grow,
Hath carv'd the moral chair, Lengthen'd o'er the level ground.
I sit from busy passions free, Where the rising forest spreads,
And breathe the placid air. Shelter for the lordly dome!
The wither'd tree was once in prime; To their high-built airy beds
Its branches bray'd the sky! See the rooks returning home!
Thus, at the touch of ruthless Time, As the Lark with varied tune,
Shall Youth and Vigor die. Carols to the evening loud ;
I'm lifted to the blue expanse : Mark the inild resplendent moon
It glows serenely gay! Breaking through a parted cloud !
Come, Science, by my side advance,
We'll search the Milky Way.
Let us descend—The daring flight
Fatigues my feeble mind:
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 on its bosom springs ;
That o'er the moorland ran? To the banks in ruffled tide
Vapors. - How like the vague desires Verges in successive rings.
T'hat cheat the heart of man ! Tripping through the silken grass,
But there 's a friendly giude !-a fane, O'er the path-divided dale,
That, launbent o'er its bed, Mark the rose-complexion'd lass,
Enlivens, with a gladsome beam, With her well-poisid milking pail.
The hermit's osier shed
Among the russet shades of night,
For, whilst Integrity's her seat, It glances from afar!
The soul will sit serene. And daris along the dusk; so bright,
A raven, from some greedy vault, It seerns a silver star!
Amilst that cloister'd gloom, In coverts (where the few frequent)
Bids me, and 'tis a solemn thought ! If Virtue deigns to dwell,
Reflect upon the tomb. "Tis thus the liule lamıp, 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 o'er its sides,
Yon village, to the noral mind, Have charm'd the waves to sleep.
A solemn aspect wears ; Pleasure's intoxicated sons !
Where sleep haih Iulid the labor'd hind, Ve indolent! ye gay!
And killd his daily cares : Refect -- for, as the river runs,
'Tis but the church-vard of the Nighi;
An emblematic bed !
The temporary dead.
From hence, l'il penetrate in thouglit,
The grave's unmeasur'd deep;
To meet my final sleep.
'Tis peace-(the little chaos past!) She bursts upon the mind.
The gracious moon restord! Sleep, and lier sister Silence reign,
A breeze succeeds the frightful blast, They lock the shepherd's fold !
That through the Forest roar'd! But hårk, hear a lamh coinjain,
The Nightingale, a welcome guest ! "Tis lost upon the wold !
Renews licr gentle strains; To savage herds, that hunt for prey,
And Hope (just wand'ring from my breast) An unresisting prize!
Her wonted scat regains. For having trod a devious way,
Yes When von lucid orb is dark, The little ramblır dies.
And darting from on high ; As luckless is the Virgin's lot,
My soul, a more celestial spark, Ilhom pleasure once misguides :
Shall keep her native sky. When hurried from the halcyon cot,
Fann'd by the light, the lenient breeze, Where Innocence presides
Mv limbs refreshment find; The passions, a relentless train !
And moral rhapsodies, like these,
Give vigor to the mind.
§ 38. The Visions of Fancy. Langhorne, How bright thic little insects blaze,
Where willows shade the way, As proud as if their painted rays
CHILDREN of Fancy, whi:her are ye fied ? Could emulate the Day!
Where have you borne those Hope-enliven' 'Tis thus the piginy sons of pow'r
hours, Advance their vain parade!
That once with myrtle garlands bound my head, Thus glitter in the darken'd hour,
Thatoncebestrew'dıyvernalpath with flowers? And like the glow-wornis fade!
In vonfair vale, where blooms the beechen grove,
Where winds the slow wave thro' the flowers The soft serenity of night;
plain, Ungentle clouds deform! Tire silver host that shone so bright,
To these fond arms you led the tyrant, Love, Is hid behind a storn!
With Fear and Hope and Folly in his train.
My lyre, that, left at careless distance, hung The angry elements engage!
Light on some pale branch of the osier shade, An oak (an ivied bower!)
To lays of amorous blandishment you strung, Repels the rough wind's noisy rage,
And e'er my sicep the lulling music play'd. And shields me from the shower.
“ Rest, gentle youth! while on the quivering The rincor, thus, of rushing fate
breeze I've learnt to render vain :
Slides to thine ear this softly breathing strain;
Sounds that more smoother than the steps of case, \ There, unregarded in the peaceful shade,
oblivion in the ear of pain. With calm Repose and Silence let me dwell. In this fair vale eternal spring shall sınile, Come, happier hours of sweet unanxious rest,
And Time unenrionis crowns the roscate hour; When all the struggling passions shall subside; Eternal joy shall every care beguile,
When Peace shall clasp me to her plurny breast, Breathe in each gale, and bloon in every flower. And smooth my silent minutes as they glide. The silver stream, that down its crystal way But chief, ihou goldess of the thoughtless eye,
Frequent has lied thy pusing steps along, Whom never cares or passions discompose, Shall, still the same, its funny mazes play, O blest Insensibility, be nigh, And with its murmurs melodise thy song.; And with thy soothing hand my weary eyelids
close. Unfading green shall these fair groves adorn ;
Those, biving' meads immortal flowers unfold; Then shall the cares of love and glory cease, In rosu siniles shall rise cach blushing morn, And all the fond anxieties of fame;
And every crening close in clouds of gold. Alike regardless in the arms of Peace, The tender Loves that watch thy slumbering rest,
If these extol, or those debase a vame. And round thee flowers and balmy myrtles In Lytileton though all the Mases praise, strew,
Hisgenerous praise shall then delight no more, Shallcharm, thro’all approaching life, thy breasi, Nor the sweet magic of his tender lays
With joys for ever pure, for ever new. Shall touch the bosomn which it charm'd before. The genial power that speeds the golden dart, Nor then, tho' Malice, with insidious guise
Each charm of tender passion shall inspire ; With fond affection till the mutual heart,
Of friendship, ope the unsuspecting breast; And feed the flame of ever-young Desire.
Nor then, tho' Envy broach her blackening lies,
Shall these deprive me of a moment's rest. Come, gentle Loves! your myrule garlands bring: The smiling hower with cluster'd roses spread;
O state to be desir'd! with hostile rage Come gentle airs ! with incense-dropping wing when man with man eternal war will wage,
Prevails in human more than savage haunts; The breathing sweets of verval odor shed.
And never yield that mercy which he wants : Hark, as the strains of swelling music rise, How the notes vibrate on the fav'ring gale!
When dark design invadles the cheerful hour, Auspicious glories beam along the skies,
And draws the heart with social freedom warm, And powers uuseen the happy moments hail! Its cares, its wishes, and its thoughts to pour,
Smiling insidious with the hopes of harm. Ecstatic hours! so every distant day, Like this, sercne on downy wings shall move;
Vain man, to others' failings still severe, Rise crowh'd with joys that iriumph o'er decay, Another's faults to Folly's eves are clear,
Yet not one foible in himself can find; The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love."
But to her own e'en Wisdoin's self is blind. E LEGY 11.
O let me still, from these low follies free, And were they rain, those soothing lays ye sung?
This sordiri malice, and inglorious strise, Children of Fancy! yes, your song was vain ;
Myself the subject of my censure be, On each soft air though rapt Attention hung,
And teach my heart to comment on my
life. And Silence listend on ihe sleeping plain. With thee, Philosophy, still let me dwell, The strains yet vibrate on ny ravish'd car,
Mv tutor'd mind from vulgar dieanness save; And still to sinile the inimic beauties seem, Bring Peace, bring Quiet to iny humble cell, Though now the visionary scenes appear
Auxl bid them lay the green turf on my grare: Like the faint traces of a vanish d dream. Mirror of life: the glories thus impart
ELEGY In. Of all that Youth and Love and funcy frame, When painful Anguish speeds thepiercing darı, BRIGHT o'er the green hills roce the morning ray, Or Envy blasts the blooming flowers of Fame.
The wood-lark's song resounded on the plain; · Nurse of wild wishes, and of fond desires,
Fair nature felt the warm enibrace of day,
And sinil'd through all her animated reign. The prophetess of Fortune, false and vain, To scenes where Peace in Ruin's armis expires, When young Delight, of Hope and Fancy borr
Fallacious Hope deludes her hapless train. His head on rufied wild thyme half-roclind, Go, Syren, go- thy charms on others try;
Caught the gay colors of the orient morn, My beaten bark at length has reach'd the shore;
And thence of life this picture vain design'd: Yet on the rock my dropping garments lic; " ( born to thoughts, to pleasures more sublink
And let me perish, if I trust thee more. Than beings of inferiur naiure prove ! Come, gentle Quiet! long-neglected maid !
To triumph in the golden hours of Tine, O come, and lead me to thy mossy cell;
And foul the charus of fancy and of love!