Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing Square, Are these thy serious thoughts? Ah! turn thine eyes She left her Wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet Auburn! thine, the loveliest Train! Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, Ah! no! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts, with fainting steps, they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charmed before, Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, Those pois'nous fields with rank luxuriance crowned, Good Heaven! what sorrows gloomed that parting day, Hung round the bowers, and fondly looked their last; The good old Sire, the first prepared to go With louder plaints, the Mother spoke her woes, And blessed the cot where every pleasure rose; And kissed her thoughtless babes with many a tear, And clasped them close, in sorrow doubly dear: Whilst her fond Husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief. O, Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree! Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! Kingdoms, by thee to sickly greatness grown, Boast of a florid vigour not their own! At every draught, more large and large they grow, A bloated mass of rank unwieldy Woe, Till, sapped their strength, and every part unsound, Down, down, they sink; and spread a ruin round! Even now, the devastation is begun; And half the business of destruction, done! Even now, methinks, as pond'ring here I stand, I see the Rural Virtues leave the land! Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, And kind connubial Tenderness are there! And thou, sweet Poetry! thou loveliest Maid! Still first to fly where sensual joys invade, Unfit, in these degen'rate Times of shame, To catch the heart; or strike for honest fame! Dear charming Nymph! neglected and decried, My shame in crowds! my solitary pride! Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe; That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so! Thou Guide, by which the nobler arts excel! Thou Nurse of every virtue! fare thee well ! Farewell! and O, where'er thy voice be tried, On Torrio's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side, Whether where equinoctial fervours glow, Or Winter wraps the polar world in snow; Still let thy voice, prevailing over Time, Redress the rigours of the inclement clime! Aid slighted Truth, with thy persuasive strain! Teach erring Man to spurn the rage of gain! Teach him that States, of native strength possessed, Though very poor, may still be very blessed! [That Trade's proud Empire hastes to swift decay, As ocean sweeps the laboured mole away; While self-dependent power can time defy, As rocks resist the billows and the sky!] RETALIATION, INCLUDING EPITAPHS ON THE MOST DISTINGUISHED WITS 4 OF THIS METROPOLIS. Of old, when SCARRON1 his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united: If our landlord2 supplies us with beef and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish! Our Dean3 shall be venison, just fresh from the plains! Our BURKE shall be tongue, with a garnish of brains! Our WILL shall be wild-fowl of excellent flavour; And DICK®, with his pepper, shall heighten their savour! Our CUMBERLAND' 's sweet-bread, its place shall obtain; And DOUGLAS - is pudding substantial and plain! Our GARRICK' 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree! 8. To make out the dinner, full certain I am That RIDGE 10 is anchovy; and REYNOLDS 11 is lamb! That HICKEY 12 's a capon; and, by the same rule, Magnanimous GOLDSMITH, a gooseberry fool! |