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Goddess of ease, leave Lethe's brink,

Obsequious to the Muse and me;
For once endure the pain to think,

Oh! sweet insensibility! Sister of peace and indolence,

Bring, Muse, bring numbers soft and slow, Elaborately void of sense,

And sweetly thoughtless let them flow, Near some cowslip-painted mead,

There let me doze out the dull hours, And under me let Flora spread,

A sofa of her softest flow'rs.

Oft thro' my eyes my soul has flown,
And wanton'd on that iv'ry throne:
There with extatic transport burn'd,
And thought it was to Heav'n return'd.
Tell me is the omen true,
Shall the body follow too?
When first at Nature's early birth,
Heav'n sent a man upon the Earth,
Ev'n Eden was more fruitful found,
When Adam came to till the ground:
Shall then those breasts be fair in vain,
And only rise to fall again?
No, no, fair nymph—for no such end
Did Heav'n to thee its bounty lend;
That breast was ne'er design'd by fate
For verse, or things inanimate;
Then throw them from that downy bed,
Aud take the poet in their stead.

Where, Philomel, your notes

your breathe Forth from behind the neighbouring pine, And murmurs of the stream beneath

Still now in unison with thine.

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For thee, O Idleness, the woes

Of life we patiently endure,
Thou art the source whence labour flows,

CONFINED IN A COLLEGE COURT, We shup thee but to make thee sure.

ODE III. For who'd sustain war's toil and waste,

Imperial, bird, who wont to soar Or who th' boarse thund'ring of the sea,

High o'er the rolling cloud, But to be idle at the last,

Where Hyperborean mountains hoar
And find a pleasing end in thee.

Their heads in etber shroud ;-
Thou servant of almighty Jove,

Who, free and swift as thought, could'st rove

To the bleak north's extremest goal ;

Thou, who magnanimous could'st bear
OF AER DOING MY VERSES THE AONOUR OP The sovereign thund'rer's arms in air,

And shake thy native pole!

Oh cruel fate! what barbarous hand,

What more than Gothic ire,
At some fierce tyrant's dread command,

To check tby daring fire,


appy verses ! that were prest In fair Ethelinda's breast !


Has plac'd thee in this servile cell,

See hear the storms tompestuous sweep Where discipline and dulness dwell,

Precipitate it falls—it fallsfalls lifeless in the Where genius ne'er was seen to roam ;

deep. Where ev'ry selfish soul's at rest,

Cease, cease, ye weeping youth, Nor ever quits the carnal breast,

Sincerity's soft sighs, and all the tears of truth. But lurks and sneaks at home!

And you, his kindred throng, forbear

Marble memorials to prepare, Tho' dim'd thine eye, and clipt thy wing

And sculptur'd in your breasts his busto wear. So gror'ling! once so great!

'Twas thus when Israel's legislator dy'd, The grief-inspired Muse shall sing

No fragile mortal honours were supply'd, In tend'rest lays thy fate.

But even a grave denied. What time by thee scholastic pride

Better than what the pencil's daub can give, Takes his precise, pedantic stride,

Better than all that Phidias ever wrought, Nor on thy mis'ry casts a care,

Is this that what he taught shall live, The stream of love ne'er from his heart

And what he liv'd for ever shall be taught Flows out, to act fair pity's part;

But stinks, and stagnates there.
Yet useful still, hold to the throng-

Hold the reflecting glass,-
That not untutor'd at thy wrong

The passenger may pass :
Thou type of wit and sense confin'd,

Hail cherub of the highest Heav'n,
Cramp'd by the oppressors of tne mind,

Of look divine, and temper ev'n, Who study downward on the ground;

Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien,
Type of the fall of Greece and Rome;

Of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry praise the queen!
While more than mathematic gloom,
Envelopes all around.

Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth,
Where, grafted on the stem of truth,

That friendship reigns, no interest can divide, ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF A

And great humility looks down on pride.

Oh! curse on slander's viprous tongue,

That daily dares thy merit wrong;

Ideots usurp thy title, and thy frame, 1,, like th’ Orphean lyre, my song could charm' Without or virtue, talent, taste, or name.

And light to life the ashes in the uru, Fate of his iron dart I would disarm,

Is apathy, is heart of steel, Sudden as thy disease should'st thou return, Nor ear to hear, nor sense to feel, Recalld with mandates of despotic sounds,

Life idly inoffensive such a grace, And arbitrary grief that will not hear of bounds. That it shou'd steal thy name and take thy But, ah ! such wishes, artless Muse, forbear;

place? 'Tis impotence of frantic love, Th’ enthusiastic flight of wild despair,

No—thou art active-spirit allTo hope the Thracian's magic power to prove. Swifter than lightning, at the call Alas! thy slender vein,

Of injur'd innocence, or griev'd desert, Nor mighty is to move, nor forgetive to feign, And large with liberality thy heart.

Impatient of a rein, Thou canst not in due bounds the struggling mea- Thy appetites in easy tides sures keep,

(As reason's luminary guides) -But tnon alas ! canst weep

Soft flow-no wind can work them to a storm, Thou canst—and o'er the melancholy bier

Correctly quick, dispassionately warm.
Canst lend the sad solemnity a tear. [cold,
Hail! to that wretched corse, untenanter and

Yet if a transport thou canst feel

"Tis only for thy neighbours weal : [move, And hail the peaceful shade loos’d from its jrksome bold,

Great, generous acts thy ductile passions Now let me say thon’rt free,

And smilingly thou weep'st with joy and

For sure thou paid'st an heavy tax for life,
While combating for thce,
Nature and inortality

Miid is thy mind to cover shame,
Maintain'd a daily strife.

Averse to envy, slow to blame,
High, on a slender thread thy vital lamp was

Bursting to praise, yet still sincere and free

From Nattery's fawning tongue, and bending plac'd

Upon the mountain's bleakest brow,
To give a noble light superior was it rais'd, Extensive, as from west to eist,
But more expos’d by eminence it blaz’d;

Thy love descends from man to beast,
For rot a whistling wind that blew,

Nought is excluded, little, or infirin,
Vor the drop descending dew,

Thou canst with greatness stoop to save a
But half extinguish'd its fair name but not


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Come, goddess, come with all thy charms, Next comes illiberal scrambling Ararice,
For Oh ! I' love thee, to my arms

Then Vanity, and Affectation nice
All, all my actions guide, my fancy feed, See, she salutes her shadow with a bow
So shall existence then be life indeed.

As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
Starting antipathy is in her eye,

And squeamishly she knits her scornful brow.

To thee, Ill-Nature, all the numerous group ON ILL-NATURE.

With lowly reverence stoop

They wait thy call, and mourn thy long delay,

Away—thou art infectious--haste away.
Offspring of folly and of pride,
To all that's odjnus, all that's base allied ;

Nurs'd up by vice, by pravity misled,
By pedant affectation tanght and bred :

Away, thou hideous hell-born spright,
Go, with thy looks of dark design,

Sullen, sour, and saturnine ;

Occasioned by his Dialogues on Anger and For-
Fly to some gloomy shade, nor blot the goodly

Thy planet was remote, when I was born ;

Tras Mercury that rul'd my natal morn,
What time the Sun exerts his genial ray,

'Twas when the qmniscient creative pow'r And ripens for enjoyment every growing day; Display'd his wonders by a mortal's hand, When to exist is but to love and sing,

And, delegated at th' appointed hour,
And sprightly Aries smiles upon the spring.

Great Moses led away his chosen band ;

When Israel's host, with all their stores,
There in yon lonesome heath,

Past thro'the ruby-tinctur'd crystal shores,
Which Flora, or Sylvanus never knew,

The wilderness of waters and of land :
Where never vegetable drank the dew,

Then persecution rag'd in Heav'n's own cause,
Or beast, or fowl attempts to breathe;

Strict justice for the breach of Nature's laws,
Where Nature's pencil has no colours laid ; The legislator held the scythe of fate,
But all is blank, and universal shade;

Where'er his legions chanc'd to stray,
Contrast to figure, motion, life and light,

Death and destruction mark'd their bloody There may'st thou vent thy spite,

way ; For ever cursing, and for ever curs’d,

Immoderate was their rage, for mortal was their
Of all th' infernal crew the worst;

The worst in genius, measure and degree ;
For envy, hatred, malice, are but parts of thee.

But when the King of Righteousness arose,

And on the illumin'd east serenely smild, Or would’st thou change the scene, and quit the He shune with meekest mercy on his foes, Behold the Hear'n-deserted fen,

· [den, Bright as the Sun, but as the Moon-beams Where spleen, by vapours dense begot and bred, Hariness of heart, and heaviness of head,

From anger, fell revenge, and discord free, Hare rais'd their darksome walls, and plac'd their

lle bad war's hellish clangour cease, thorny bed;

In pastoral simplicity and peace,
There may'st thou allthy bitterness unload,

And show'd to man that face, which Moses could
There may'st thon croak in concert with the toad,

not see.
With thee the hollow howling winds shall join, Well hast thou, Webster, pictur'd Christian love,
Nor shall ehe bittern her base throat deny,
The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with

And copied our great master's fair design,

But livid Envy would the light remove,
Th' ear-piercing hern, the plover screaming high,

Or croud thy portrait in a nook malign-
Millions of humming gnats die reestrus shahri The Muse shall hold it up to popular view,

Where the more candid and judicious few

Shall thiuk the bright original they see,
Away-away—behold an hideous band

The likeness nobly lost in the identity.
An berd of all thy minions are at hand,
Suspicion first with jealous cantion stalks,
And ever looks around her as she walks,

Oh badst thou liv'd in better days than these,
With b:bulous ear imperfect sounds to catch,

F'er to excel by all was deem'd a shame!

Alas! thou hast no modern arts to please, prompt to listen at her neighbours latch.

And to deserve is all thy cmpty claim. shade,

Else thou’dst been plac'd, by learning, and by

There, where thy dignify'd inferiors sit-

Oh they are in their generations wise,
Each path of interest they have sagely trod,

To live-to tbrire-o rise and still to riso Better to bow to men, than kncel to Gud.

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Poe to the vagins, and the poet's fame,

A wither'd time-deflower'd old maid,
That ne'er enjoy'd love's cver sacred Hame.

Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look,
and elevates her hands and plods upon her


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Behold where poor unmansion'd Merit stands,

From the Zephyrs steal her sighs, All cold, and crampt with pepury and pain ;

From thyself her sun-bright eyes ; Speechless thro' want, she rears th’ imploring

Then baffled, thou shalt see, hands,

That as did Daphne thee, And begs a little bread, but begs in rain ;

Hler charms description's force shall Ay, While Bribery and Duliness, passing by, And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib'd Bid her, in sounds barbarian, starve and die.

To come withio Iorention's narrow eye; Away" (they cry) “we never saw thy But all indignant shun its grasp, and scorn to be


describ'd. Or in Preferment's list, or that of Away-nor here the fate thou earn'st be Now see the bridegroom rise, wail,

Oh! how impatient are his joys! Who canst not buy a vote, nor hast a soul for

Bring zephyrs to depaint his voice, sale."

Bring lightning for his eyes.

He leaps, he springs, he dies into her arms, Oh Indignation, wherefore wert thou given,

With joy intense,
If drowsy Patience deaden all thy rage? -

Feeds ev'ry sense,
Yet we must bear-such is the will of Heaven; And sultanates o'er all her charms.
And, Webster, so prescribes thy candid page.

Oh! had I Virgil's comprehensive strain,
Then let us hear tbee preach seraphic love,

Or sung like Pope, without a word in vain, Guide our disgusted thoughts to things above;

Then should I hope my numbers might conSo our free souls, fed with divine repast,

tain, (Unmindful of low mortals mean employ)

Engaging nymph, thy boundless happiness, Shall taste the present, recollect the past,

How arduous to express ! And strongly hope for every future joy.

Such may it last to all eternity :

And may thy lord with thce,

Like two coeval pines in Ida's grove,

That interweave their verdant arms in lore,

Each mutual office cheerfully perform,

And share alike the sunshine, and the storm ; Descend, descend, ye sweet Aonian maids, And ever, as you fourish hand in hand, Leave i he Parnassian shades,

Both shade the shepherd and adurn the land,
The joyful Hymencal sing,

Together with each growing year arise,
And to a lovelier fair

Indissolubly link'd, and climb at last the skies, Than fiction can devise, or eloquence declare,

Your vocal tributes bring.
And you, ye winged choristers, that fly
In all the pensile gardens of the sky,
Chant thro' th’enamel'd grove,

Stretch from the trembling leaves your little
With all the wild variety of artless notes, (throats, The Author apologizes to a Lady for his being a
But let each note be love.

little Man.
Fragrant Flora, queen of May,
All bedight with garlands gay,

Natura nusquam magis, quam in minimis tota
Where in the smuo:h-sbaven green
The spangled cowslips variegate the scene,

Ολιγον τε φιλoν τε. ΗοΜ.
And the rivulet between,
Whispers, murmurs, sings,

Yes, contumelious fair, you scorn
As jt stoops, or falls, or springs ;

The amorous dwarf that courts you to his arms,
There spread a sofa of thy softest flowers,

But ere you leave him quite forlorn,
There let the bridegroom stay,

And to some youth gigantic yield your
There let him hate the light, and curse the

charms, day,

Hear him-oh hear him, if you will not try, And blame the tardy hours.

And let your judgment check th' ambition of But see the bride-she comes with silent pace,

your eye.
Full of majesty and love;
Not with a nobler grace

Say, is it carnage makes the man?
Look'd the imperial wife of Jore,

Is to be monstrous really to be great?
When erst ineffably she shene

Say, is it wise or just to scan
In Venus' irresistible, enchanting zone.

Your lover's worth by quantity or weight? Fhæebus, great god of verse, the nymph observe,

Ask your mamma and nurse, if it be so;
Observe her well;

Nursc and mamma I ween shall jointly answer, Then touch each sweetly-trem'lous nerve

Of thy resounding shell:
Her like huntress-Dian paint,

The less the bo:ly to the view,
Modest, but without restraint;

The soul (like springs in closer durance pent)
From Pallas take ber decent pace,

Is all exertion, crer new,
With Venus sweten all her face,

Unceasing, unextinguish’d, and unspept;




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