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Aerial music in the warbling wind,

No, fair illusions ! ártful phantoms, no! At distance rising oft, by small degrees My Muse will not attempt your fairy land : Nearer and nearer came, till o'er, the trees

She has no colors that like you can glow; It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving To catch your vivid scenes ióo gross her hand. As did alas! with soft perdition please : Cairs, But sure it is, was ne'er a subiler band [rites, Entangled deep in iis enchanting snares, Than these same guileful angel-seeming spiThe list'ning heart forgot all duties and all cares. Who thus in dreams voluptudus, sostandbland,

Pour'dallthe Arabian heaven upon our nights, A certain music, never known before,

And bless'd them oft besides with niore refin'd Herc lulld the pensive melancholy mind,

delights. Full easily obtain'd. Behores no more, But siselong, to the gently-waving wind, They were, in sooth, a most enchanting train, To lay the well-tund instrument reclin'd; Ev'n feigning virtue? skilful to unite Froni which with airy flying fingers light, With evil good, and strew with pleasure pain. Beyond cach mortal touch the most refind, But for these fiends whom blood and broils The god of winds drew sounds of Jeep delight: delight, Whence, with just cause, the Harp of olus* Who hurt ihe wretch, as if to hell outright, it hight.

Down,downblack gulphs, where sullen waters Ah me! what hand can touch the string so

sleep, Who up the lofty diapason roll


Or hold him clamb'ring all the fearful night

On beetling cliffs, or pent in ruins deep: Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, Then let them down again into the soul?

They, till due time should serve, were bid far Now rising love they faun'd; now pleasing dole

hence to keep They breath'd, in tender inusings, thro' the Ye guardian spirits, to whom inan is dear, 'heart;

From these foul demons shield the midnight And now a graver sacred strain they stole, Angels of fancy and of love be near, (gloom:

As when seraphic hands a hymn impart : And o'er the blank of sleep diffuse a bloom : Will warbling nature all, above the reach of art! Evoke the sacred shades of Greece and Rome,

And let them virtue with a look impart : Such the gay splendor, the luxurious state

But chief, awhile, oh lend us from the tomb Of caliphs old, who on the Tygris' shore,

Those long-lost friends for whom in love we Ja mighty Bagdat, populous and great, [store; Held iheir bright court, where was of ladies and fill with pious awe and joy-mixt woe the


[heart. And verse, love, ninsic still the garland wore: When sleep was coy; the bard in waiting there Or, are you sportive, bid the morn of youth Cheer'd thelone midnight with the Muse'slore; Rise to new light, and beam afresh the days

Composing music bade his dreams be fair, Of innocence, simplicity, and truth, [ways. And music lent new gladness to the morning To cares estrang'd, and manhood's thorny air f.

What transport, to retract our boyish plays, Near the parillions where we slept, still ran

Our easy bliss, when cach thing joy supplied;

The woods, the mounwins, and the warbling Soft tinkling streams,and dashing waters fell,

[wide, And sobbing breezes sigh'd, and oft began

Of the wild brooks! But, fondly wand'ring (So work'd the wizard) wint'ry storins to swell, As heaven and earth they would together mell? MyMuse, resumethe task that yet doth thee abide At doors and windows, threat'ning seenu'd to One great amuseinent of our household was, call

In a huge crystal magic globe to spy, The deinons of the tempest, growling fell, Still as you turn'd it, all things that do pass

Yet the least entrance fonnd they none at all; Upon this ant-hill earth; where constantly Whence sweeter grew our sleep, secure in massy of idly busy men the resiless fry hall.

Run bustling to and fro in foolish haste, And hither Morpheus sent his kindest dreams,

In search of pleasures vain that fron thein fly,

Or which obtain'd the catiffs dare not taste : Raising a world of gayer tinct and grace; D'er which were shadowy cast elysian gleams

When nothing is enjoy'd, can there be greater

waste? That play'd in waving lights, froin place to place,

Of vanity the mirror this was called And shed a roseate stpile on nature's face. Here you a nuckworm of the town might see Not Titian's pencil e'er could so array, At his dull desk, amid his ledgers stallid, So fleece with clouds, the pure ethercal space; Eat up with carking care and penurie ;

Nor could it e'er such melting forms display, Most like to carcase pitch'd on gallows-tree. As loose on flow'ry beds all languishingly lay. “ A penny saved is a penny gat;"

This is not an imagination of the author; there being in fact such an instrument, called Æolus's Harp, which, when placed against a little rushing or current of air, produces the effecthere described.

1 The Arabian caliphs bad poets among the officets of their court, whose office it was to do what in here poprioned.


Firin to this scoundrel maxiin keepeth lie, With tape-tied trash, and suits of fools that ask Ne of its rigor will he bate a jot,

For place or pension, laid in decent tow; Till it has quench'd his firc, and banished hispot. But these I passen by, withnamelessnumbersinoe.

Straight from the filth of this low grub, behold! Of Xl the gentle tenants of the place, Comes fluttering forth a guudy spendthrift There was a man of special grate remark: heir,

A certain tender gloon v'erspread his face, All glossy gay; enamell'd all with gold, Pensive, not sad; in thought involv'd not dark. The silly tenant of the summer air,

As sooth this man could sing as morning lark, In folly lost, of nothing takes he care; And teach the noblest morals of the heart; Pimps, lawyers,stewards, harlots, Aatterers vile, But these his talents were yburied stark ; And thieving tradesmen him among them Of the fine stores he nothing would impart, share :

Whichorbootinatufe gate,of nature-painting art. His father's ghost from limbo-lake, the while, To 1100n-tiile shades incontinent he ran, Seesthis, whichmoredamnationdoesuponhimpile. Where purls the brook with sleep-inviting

This globe portray'd the race of learned men, sound.
Still at their books, and turning o'er the page Or when Dan Sol to slope his whcels began;
Backwards and forwards : oti they spatch the Amid the broom he bask'd him on the ground,
As if inspir’d, and in a Thespian rage ; [pen, Where the wild thymeand camomile are found:
Then writeand blot, as would your ruthengige. There would he linger, till the latest ray
Why, Authors, all this scraul and scribbling Of light sat trembling on the welkin's bound;

Thenhomewardthiro'shieiwilightshadoivsstray, To lose the present, gain the future age, Saunteringnudslow. So had he passed manyaday.

Praised to be when you can hear no more, Yet not in thoughtless slumber were they past, And much enrich'd with fame when useless

For oft the heavenly fire that lay conceal'd worldly store.

Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fast, Then would a splendid city rise to view, And all its native light anew reveald: With carts, and cars, and couches roaring all. Oft as he travers'd the cærulean field, [wind, Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew : And ;nark'd the clouds that drove before the See how they dash along from wall to wall! Ten thousand glorious systems would he build, At ev'ry door, hark! how they thund'ring call! Ten thousand great ideas fill'd his mind; Good Lord! what can this giddy rout excite? But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace Why on each other with fell tooth to fall;

behind. A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace to Llight, With him wassometiinesjoin'd in silent walk And make new tiresome parties for the com- (Profoundly silent, for they never spoke) ing night.

One shver still, who quite detested talk : The puzzling sons of party next appear'd, Oft, stung by spleen, at once away he broke In dark cabals and nightly juntos met; [reard Togrovesof pine,andbroado'ershadowingoak; And now they whisper'd close, now shrugging There, inly thrill’d, he wander'd all alone, The important shoulder; then, is if to get And on himself his pensive fury wroke, New light, their twinkling eyes were inward Ne over utter'il word, save when first shone No sooner Lucifer * recals affairs,

(set. The glittering star of erem" Thank heaven Than forth they various rush in mighty fret! “ the day is done." When, lo! pusti d up to pow'r, and crown' Herelurch'da wretch who had not creptabroad their cares,


For forty years, ne face of mortal seen; In comes another set, and kicketh them down

In chamber brooding like a loathly toad: But what most show'd the vanity of life, And sure his linen was not very clean. Was to behold the nations all on fire,

Thro'secret hoop-holes, that had practis'd been In cruel broils engag'd, and deadly strife : Near to his bed, his dinner vile he took ; Most Christian kings, infam'd by black desire! Unkempt andrough, of squalidfface and mien, With honorable ruffians in their hire,

Our castle's shanie! whence, from his filthy Cause war to rage, and blood around to

pour : nook, Of this sad work when each begins to ure, We drove the villain out for fitter lair to look. Theysit them down just where they were before,

One day there chanc'd into these halls to rove Till for new scenes of woe peace shall their

A joyous youth, who took you at first sight; force restore.

Hin the wild wave of pleasure hither drove, To number up the thousands dwelling here, Before the sprightly tempest-tossing light: An useless were, and eke an endless task ; Certes, he was a most engaging wight, From kings, and those who at the helm

appear, Of social glee, and wit humane tho' keen, To gypsies brown in summer-glades who bask. Turning the night to day and day to night: Yea many a man, perdie, I could unmask, For him the merry bells had rung, I ween, Whose, desk and table make a solemn show, If in this nook of quiet bells had ever been.

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But not e'en pleasure to excess is good : Oft moralising sage : his ditty sweet
What most elates then sinks the soul as low: He loathed much to write, he cared to repeat.
When spring-tide joy pours in with copious

Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, food,

Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. The higher still the exulting billows flow,

A little, round, fat, oily man of God, The farther back again they flagging go, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry; And leave us groveling on the dreary shore : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, Taught by his son of joy, we found it so ;

And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, Who, whilst he staid, kept in a gay uproar If a tight damsel chanc'd to trippen by; Our inadden'd castle all, the abode of sleep no

Which when observ'd, he shrunk into hisınew, more.

And staight would recollect his piety anew. As when in prime of June a burnishid Ay Nor be forgot a tribe, who minded nought Sprung from the ineads, o'er which he sweeps

(Old inmates of the place) but state affairs :

They look'd, perdie, as if they deeply thought; Cheer'd by the breathing bloom and vital sky,

And on their brow sat ev'ry nation's care : Tuves up amid these airy halls his song,

The world by them is parcell'd out in shares, Soothing at first the gay reposing throng : When in the Hallor Smokethey congress hold, And oft he sips their bowl; or nearly drown'd,

And the sage berry sun-burnt Mocha bears He, thence recovering, drives their beds among,

Has cleard their inward eye: then smokeAnd scarce their tender sleep, with tromp enroll'd, profound;

Their oracles break forth mysterious as of old. Then out again he flies, to wing his mazy round.

Here languid beauty kept her pale-fac'd court: Another guest there was, of sense refin'd,

Bevies of dainty dames, of high degree, Who felt each worth, fur ev'ry worth le had,

From every quarter hither made resort; Serene yet warın, humane yet firm his mind,

Where from gross mortal care and business free, As little touch'd as any man's with bad ; Him thro' their inmost walks the Muses lad,

They lay, pour'd out in ease and luxury.

Or should they a vain show of work assume, To him the sacred love of nature leant,

Alas! and well-a-day! what can it be?
And sometimes would he makeour valley glad
When as we found he would not here be pent, Butfariscastthedistaff,spinning-wheel

, and loom.

To knot, to twist, to range the veraal bloom: To him the better sort this friendly messageseno:

Their only labor was to still the time : “Come, dwell with us! true son of virtue, And Libor dire it is, and weary woe. come!

They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme : “ But if, alas! we cannot thee persuade Then rising sudden, to the glass they go, “ To ly content beneath our peaceful dome, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow; “ Ne ever more to quit our quiet glade ; This soou too rude an exercise they find ; “ Yet when at last thy toils but ill apaid Straight on the couch their limbs again they “ Shall dead thy fire, and damp its heavenly « spark,

Where hours on hours they sighingly reclin'd, “ Thou wilt be glad to seek the rural shade, And count the vapory god soft-breathing in

“ Then to indulge the Muse, and nature inark: the wind. “We then a lodge for thee will rear in Ilagley Now must I mark the villany we found, “ Park."

But ah! too late, as shall eftsoons be shown. Here whilom ligg'd the Esopus * of the age ; A place here was, deep, dreary, under ground; But callid by fame, in soul ypricked deep, Where still our inmates, when unpleasing A noble pride restor'd him to the stage,

grown, And rous'd him like a giant from his sleep. Diseasd and loathsome, privily were thrown. Even from his slumbers we advantage reap : Far from the light of heaven, they languishii With double force theenliven'd scene hewakes, Unpitied, uttering manya bitter groan;

(there Yet quits not nature's bounds. He knows Forofthose wretches taken was no care: (were.

Fierce fiends, and hags of hell, their only nurses Each due decorum: now the heart he shakes,

Alas ! the change! from scenes of joy and rest And now with well-urg'd sense the enlighten'd

To this dark den, where sickness toss'd alway. judgement takes.

Here Lethargy, with deadly sleep opprest, A bard here dwelt, more fat than hard beseems; Stretch'd on his back, a mighty lubbard, lay, Who t, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain, Heaving his sides, and snored night and day! On virtue still, and nature's pleasing themes, To stir him from his trance it was not eath, Pourd forth his unpremeditated strain : And his half-open'd eye he shut straigntway: The world forsaking with a calm disdain, He led, I wot, the softest way to death, Here laugh'd he careless in his easy seat: And taught withouten pain and strife to yield Here quafd encircled with the joyous train, the breath. • Mr. Quin. + The following lines of this stanza were written by a friend of the author.



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Of limbs enormous, but withal unsound, Come then, my Muse, and raise a bolder song;
Soft-swoln and pale, here lay the Hydrophy: Cone, lig no more upon the bed of sloth,
Unweildy man ; with belly monstrous round, Dragging the lazy languid line along,
For ever fed with watery supply;

Foud to begin, but still to finish louh;
For still he drank, and yet he still was dry. Thy half-writ scrolls all caten by the moth:
And moping here did Hypochondria sit, Arise, and sing that generous imp of fame,
Mother of spleen, in robes of various dye, Who with the sous of softness nobly wroth,

Who vexed was full ofi with ugly fit, (a wit. To sleep away this human lumber came, And some her franticdeem'd, andsomeherdeemd (Or in a chosen few to rouse the slumberingflame.

A lady proud she was, of antient blood, In Fairy-land there liv'd a knight of old,
l'et ott her fear her pride made crouchen low: Of featises stern, Selvagio yclep'd ;
Sbe felt, or fancied in her fluttering mood, A rough unpolish'd man, robust and bold,
All the diseases which the spirals know. But wondrous poor: he neither sow'd not
And sought all physic which theshops bestow, reap'd,
And still new leeches and new drugs would try, Ne stores in summer for cold winter heap'd ;
Her humor ever wayering to and fro: [cry, In hunting all his days away he wore ;

For sometimes she would laugh, and sometimes Nowscorch'dbyJune, nowinNovembersteep'd, Then sudden waxed wroth; and all she knew Now pinch'd by biting January, sore, not why.

Hestillinwoods pursued the libbard and the boar. Fast by her side a listless maiden pin'd, (ings;

As he one morning, long before the dawn, Withaching head, and squeamish heart-burn- Prick'd thro' the forest to dislodge his prey, Palc, bloated, cold,sheseem'd to hate mankind, Yet lov'd in secret all forbidden things.

Deep in the winding bosom of a lawn, [ray,

With woodl wild-fringed, he mark'd a taper's Andhere the Tertiau shakes his chilling wings, That from the beating rain, and wint'ry tray, The sleepless gout here counts the crowing Did to a lonely cot his steps decoy;

cocks, - A wolf now gnaws him,now a serpent stings;

There, up to earn the needments of the day,

He found daine Poverty, nor fair nor coy: Whilstapoplexycramın'dintemp'rancek nocks Iler he compressid, and field her with a lusty ber. Down to the groundatonce, as butcher felleth ox.

Amid thegreen-wood shade this boy was bred, CANTO II.

And grew at last a knight of michel fame,

Of active onind and vigorous lustyhed,
The Knight of Arts and Industry,
And his ahievements fair;

The Knight of Arts and Industry by name:
That, by this castle's overthrow,

Earth was hisbed, the boughs his roofdidframe; Secur'd and crowned were.

He knew no beverage but the flowing stream;

His tasteful well-earn'd food the sylvan game, Escap'd the castle of the sire of sin,

Or the brown fruit with which the woodlands Ah! where shall I so sweet a dwelling find? teem;

[breme. For all around, without, and all within, The sanic to him glad summer, or the winter Nothing save what delightful was and kind, Of goodness favoring and a tender mind,

So pass'd his youthly morning, void of care,

Wild as the colts that ibro' the commons frin: E'er rose to view. But now another strain, Of doleful note, alas ! remains behind;

For him no tender parents troubled were, I now must sing of pleasure turn'd to pain,

Ile of the forest seem'd to be the son; And of the false inchanter Indolence coinplain.

And ccrres had been utterly undone,

But that Minerva pity of liim tuok, Is there no jutron to protect the Muse, With all the gods that love the rural wonne, And fence for her Parnassus' barred soil?

That teach to tame the soil and rule the crook ; To every labor ils reward accrues,

Ne did the sacrer Nine disdain a gentle look. And they are sure of brcati who sink and moil ; But a fell tribe the Aönian hive despoil, Of fertile genius him they nurtur'd well, As ruthless Wasps oft rob the painful bee.

In ev'ry science, and in er'ry art, [excel, Thus while the laws not guard that noblest toil, By which mankind the thoughtless brutes Ne for the Muses other meed decree,

That can or use, or joy, or grace impart, They praised are alone, and starve right merrily. Disclosing all the powers of head and heart : I care not, Fortune, what you me deny :

Ne were the goodly exercises spar'd,

That brace the nervés, or make the limbs alert, You cannot rob me of free nature's grace;

Aud mix elastic force with firinness hard : You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Thro'which Aurora shows her bright’ning face;

Was never knight on ground niote be with him You cannot bar my constant feel to trace

compar'd. The woods and lawns, by living stream, atere : Sometimes, with early morn, he mounted gay Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, The hunter-steed, exulung o'er the dale,

And I their toys to the great children leave: And drew the roseate breath of orient day! Of fancy, rcason, virtue, nought can me bereave. Sometimes retiring to the secret vale,

Yclad queen of

Yclad in steel and bright with burnish'd mail, Then Egypt, Greece, and Rome their golden Hestrain'd the bow,orioss'd thesounding pear,

ar in Or darting on the goal outstripp'd the gale, They ly to slavish sloth and tyranny a prey.

Or wheeld the chariot in its suid career, To crown his toils, Sir Industry then spread Or stenuous wrestled hard with many a tough The swelling sail, and made for Britain's coast. compeer.

A sylvan lite till then the natives led, At other times he pried thro' nature's store, In the brown shades and greenwood forest lost, Whate'er she in th' etherial round contains,

Allcareless rambling where it lik'd them most: Whate'er she hides beneath her verdant flour, Their wealth the wild deer bouncing thro' The vegetable and the mineral reigns; (mains, the glade: Or else lie scann'd the globe, those small do- They lodg'd at large, and liv'd at nature's cost; Where restless mortals such a turmoil keep, Save spear and buw, withouten other aid; Its seas, its floods, its inountains, and its plains, Yet not the Roman steel their naked breast disBut more he searchi'd the mind, and 'rous'd may'd. froin sleep

He lik’d the soil, he lik'd the clement skies, Those nioral seeds whence we heroic actions reap.

He liked the verdant hills and flow'ry plains. Norwould he scorn tostoop from high pursuits Be this my great, my chosen isle (he cries); Of heavenly truth, and practisewhat shetaught.

This, whilst my labors Liberty sustains, Vain is the tree of knowledge without fruits. This

oceau all assaut disdains. Sometimes in hand the spride or plough he Nor lik'd he less the genius of the land, caught,


To freedom apt and persevering pains: Forth-calling all with which boon earth is

Mild to obey, and gen'rous to command, Sometimes he plied the strong mechanic tool; | Temper'd by forming hearen with kindest Or reard the fabric from the finest drauglit; firmest haud. And oft he put himself to Neptune's school,

Here, by degrees, his master-work arose, Fighting with winds and waves on the vex'd

Whatever arts and industry can frame; ocean pool.

Whatever finish'd agriculture knows, (came, To solace then these rougher toils, he tried

Fair queen of arts from heaven itself whó To touch the kindling canvas into life; When Eden flourish'd in unspotted fame. With nature his creating pencil vied,

And still with her sweet innocence we find With nature joyous at the mimic strife;

And tender peace, and joys without a name,' Or, to such shapes as grac'd Pygmalion's wife

That, while they ravish, tranquillize the mind, He hew'd the inarble; or with varied fire,

Nature and art at once, delight and use combin'd. He rons'd the trumpet and the martial fife, Or bade the lute sweet tenderness inspire ;

Then towns he quicken'd by mechanic arts, Or verses fram'd that well might wake Apollo's

And bade the fervent city glow with toil ;

Bade social commerce raise renowned inarts, lyre.

Join land to land, and marry soil to soil, Accomplish'd thus he from the woods issued, Unite the poles, and without bloudy spoil Full of great aims, and benton bold emprize ; Bring home of either Ind the gorgeous stéres; The work which long he in his breast had Or, should despotic rage the world embroil, brew'd,

Bade tyrants tremble on remotest shores ; Now to perform he ardent did devise ; While o'er th' encircling decp Britannia's thun. To wit, à barbarous world to civilize.

der roars. Earth was till then a boundless forest wild;

The drooping Muses then he westward callid, Nought to be seen but savaye wood and skies; From the fain'd city * by Propontic sea,

No cities nourish'd arts, no culture smil'd, What time the Turk the enfeebled Grecian Nogovernment, no laws, no gentle manners mild.


[free, A rugged wight, the worst of brutes was man: Thence from their cloister'd walks be set ihein On his own wretched kind he ruthless And brought them to another Castalie; The strongest still the weakest over-ran; Where Isis many a famous noursling breeds; In ev'ry country mighty robbers sway'd, Or where old Cam soft paces o'er the lea And guile and ruffian force were all their trade. In pensive mood, and tunes his Doric reeds, Life was a scene of rapine, want, and woe;

The whilst his flocks at large the lonely shepWhich this brave knight, in noble anger, made

herd feeds. To swear, he would the rascal rout o'erthrow,

Yet the fine arts were what he finish'd least. For, by the pow'rsdivine, it should no more be so!

For why? thy are the quintessence of all; It would exceed the purport of my song, The growth of laboring time, and slow enТо say how this best sun from orient climes

creast; Came beaming life and beauty all along, Unless, as seldom chances, it should fall, Before himn chasing indolence and crimes. That inighty patrons the coy sisters call Still as he pass'd, the nations he sublimes, Up to the sunshine of uncumber'd ease, thrall, And calls forth arts and virides with his ray

Where no rude care the mounting thought may - Constantinople.




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