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Such joy, tho' far transcending sense,
Rais'd as ancient prophets were, Have pious souls at parting hence.
In heavenly vifion, praise, and pray'r ; On earth, and in the body placid,
Plealing all men, hurting none, A few, and evil years, they waste:
Pleas'd and bless'd with God alone : But when their chains are cast aside,
Then while the gardens take my fight, See the glad scene unfolding wide,
With all the colours of delight; Clap the glad wing and cow'r away,
While Silver waters glide along,
To please my ear, and court my fong :
The sun that walks his airy way,
To light the world, and give the day :
The Itars that gild the gloomy night ;
The seas that roll unnumber'd waves ; LOVELY, lasting peace of mind I
The wood that spreads its shady leaves ; Sweet delight of human kind !
The field whole ears conceal the grain, Heavenly born, and bred on high,
The yellow treasure of the plain; To crown the fay’rites of the sky,
All of these, and all I fee, With more of happiness below,
Shou'd be lung, and sung by me: Than victors in a triumph know!
They speak their Maker as they can, Whither, O whither art thou Aled,
But want and ask the tongue of man. To lay thy meek, contented head?
Go search among your idle dreams, What happy region doft thou please
Your busy, or your vaio extremes ; To make the seat of calms and ease?
And find a life of equal bliss,
Or own the next begun in this.
FAR in a wild, unknown to publick view :
From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew; Sees daifies open, rivers run,
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, And seeks (as I have vainly done)
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Amusing thought ; but learns to know
Remote from man, with God he pass’d the days, That solitude's the nurse of woe.
Pray's all his bus'ness, all his pleasure praise. No real happiness is found,
A life fo sacred, such serene repose, lo trailing purple o'er the ground:
Seem'd heav'n itself, 'till one suggestion rose ; Or in a soul ex alted high,
That vice should triumph, virtue vice obey, To range the circuit of the sky,
This sprung some doubt of Providence's (way : Converse with stars above, and know
His hopes no more a certain prospect boast, All nature in its form below;
And all the tenor of his soul is loit : The reft it seeks, in seeking dies,
So when a smooth expanse receives imprest And doubts at last for knowledge rise.
Calm nature's image on ics watry breait, Oh, lovely, lasting peace appear!
Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow, This world itself, if thou art here,
And skies beneath with answ'ring colours glow : is once again with Eden bless'd,
But if a stone the gentle seene divide, And man contains it in his breaft.
Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry fide, 'Twas thus, as under shade I stood,
And glimmering fragments of a broken fun, I fung my wishes to the wood,
Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run. And lost in thought, no more perceiv'd
To clear this doubt, to know the world by The branches whisper as they wav'd:
right, It seem'd, as all the quiet place
To find if books, or swains, report it right ; Confess'd the presence of the grace.
(For yet by swains alone the world be knew, When thus she spoke-Go rule thy will, Whose feet came wand’ring o'er the nightly Bid thy wild passions all be itill,
dew) Know God and bring thy heart to know He quits his cell; the pilgrim-staff he bore, The joys which from religion flow :
And fix'd the scallop in his hat before ; Then ev'ry grace shall prove its guest,
Then with the sun a riling journey went, And I'll be there to crown the reft.
Sedate to think, and watching each event. Oh ! by yonder mossy seat,
The morn was wasted in the pathless grass ; In my hours of sweet retreat ;
And long and lopesome was the wild to pafsi Might I thus my soul employ,
But when the southern sun had warm'd the day, With sense of gratitude and joy i
A youtuba qams posting o'er a crossing way
His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
As near the Miser's heavy doors they arts, And soft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair : Fierce rising gufts with fudden fury blew ; Then near approaching, father, hail ! he cry'd, The nimble light'ning mix'd with thow'rs bags And hail, my fon, the rev'rend fore reply'd ;
And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder rze Words follow'd words, from question answer Here long they knock, but knock o cz flow'd,
vain, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Driv'n by the wind, and batter'd by the res. "Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, At length some piry warm'd the mister's breach While in their age they differ, join in heart : ('Twas then, his threshold brit receive a cĚ, Thus ftands an aged elm in ivy bound,
Slow creaking turns the door with jealous czt, Thus youthfulivy clasps an elm around.
And half he welcomes in the shivering pair ; Now funk the sun, the cloäng hour of day One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, Came onward, mantied o'er with Sober grey ; And nature's fervor thro' their limbs recalls ; Nature in silence bia the world repose :
Bread of the coarseit fort, with meagre wise, When near the road a itately palace rose :
(Each hardly granted) serv'd them both tér There by the moon thro' ranks of trees they And when the tempest first appear'd to cease, pass,
A ready warning bid them part in peace. Whole verdure crown'd their noping fides of With still remark the pond'ring Hermit rizal grass.
In one so rich, a life so poor and rude ; It chanc'd the noble master of the dome,
And why thou'd fuch, (within himself he ens Still made his house the wand'ring stranger's Lock the lost wealth a thousand want belde? home :
But what new marks of wonder foon took place, Yet still the kindness, from a thirst of praise, in ev'ry settling feature of his face ! Prov'd the vaia flourish of expensive eale. - When from bis vert the young companion bet 'The pair arrive, the liv ry'd fervants wait ; That cup, the gen'rous landlord own'd befor Their lord receives them at the pom pous gate, And paid profusely with the precious bowl The table groans with cofily pil's of food,
The itinted kindness of this charlifh foul. And all is more than hospitably good,
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly, Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, The run emerging opes an azure íky; Deep funk in Heep, and silkis, and heaps of A freiher grecn the smelling leaves display, down.
And glittring as they tremble, cheet the dry: At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, The weather courts them from the poor seireat, Along the wide canals the zephyrs play ;
And the glad master bolts the way gate. Frei o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, Whilo hence they walk, the Pilgrim's bels And fbake the neighb'ring wood to banish sleep.
wrought, Up rise the guefts, obedient to the call,
With all the travel of uncertain thought ; An qarly banquet deck'd the fplendid hall; His partner's acts wichout theircause appear, Rich luicious wine a golden goblet grac'd,
'Twas there vice, and feem'd a bad Which the kind master forc'd the guests to taste.
here : Then pleas’d and thankful, from the porch they Detesting that, and: pitying this he goes, go,
"Lost and confounded with the various thows. And, but the landlord, none had caufe of woe; Now night's dim shades again involve the fs, His cup was vanith’d; for in secret guise
Again the wand'rers want a place to lye, The younger gueit purloin'd the glittering prize. Again they search, and find a lodging nigh. As one who 'ipies a serpent in his way,
The soil improv'd around, the manfion beat, Glitt'ning and balking in the summer ray,
And neither poorly low, nor idly great : Dilorder'd stops to ihun the danger near,
It seem'd to speak its master's turn of mind, Then walks with faintnefs on, and looks with Content, and not for praise, but virtue kind.
Hither the walkers turn their weary feet, So feem'd the fire ; when far upon the road, Then bless che manlion, and the maiter greet: The thining spoil his wilely partner show'd. Their greeting 'fair bestow'd, with modeft quis', Hc stopp'd with filence, walk'd with trembling The courteous master hears, and thus replia: heart,
Without a vain, without a grudging heart, And much he withd, but durft not ask to part: To him who gives us all, 1 yield a part ; Murm'ring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard, From him you come, from him accept it het, That generous a&tions moet a base reward.
A frank and fober, more than coftly cheer. While thus they pass, the fun his glory shrouds, He spoke,' and bid the welcome table spread, The changing skies hang out their fable clouds : Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed, A found in air presao'd approaching rain,
When the grave houshold round his halt repair, And beasts to covert scud acrots the plain.
Warn’d by a bell, and close the houts with pray's. Warn’d by the figns, the wand'ring pair retreat, Atlength the world renew'd the calm repote, To seek for Delter at a neighb'ring feat.
Was ftrong for coil, the dapple morn arose ; "Twas built with turrets, on a rifing ground, Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept; And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around : Near the clos'd cradle where an infant Sept, Its owner's temper, tim'rous and severe,
And writh'd his neck : the landlord's litale price, Unkind and griping, causd a defers there O itrange return! grew, black, and gép3, dol:
or of horrors ! what! his only fon!
The mean, suspicious wretch, whore bolted look'd our hermit when the fact
door done ?
Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wand'ring poor ; hell, tho' hell's black jaws in sunder part, With him I left the cup, to teach his mind breatbe blue fire, cou'd more assault his That heav'n can bless, if mortals will be kind. heart.
Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, onfus'd, and struck with Glence at the deed, And feels compallion touch his gratefeil soul. Fies, but trembling fails to fly with speed. Thus artists melt the fullen ore of lead,
tteps the youth pursues ; the country lay With heaping coals of fire upon its head; Flex'd with roads, a servant Mew'd the way : In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, iver crossid the path ; the passage o'er
And loose from droís, the filver runs below, s nice to find ; the servant trod before ;
Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, 3 arms of oaks an open bridge fupply'd, But now the child half wean'd his heart from deep the waves beneath the bending glide.
God; : youth who seems to watch a time to fin, (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, roach'd the careless guide, and thrust him and measur'd back his steps to earth again.
To what excesses had his dotage run? nging he falls, and rising lifts his head,
But God, to save the parent, took the son. in faining turns, and links among the dead. To all but thee, in fits he seein'd to go, Vild, sparkling rage infiames the father's eyes, (And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow) bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries, The poor fond parent humbled in the duit, efted wretch-But scarce his speech began, Now owns in tears the punishment was just. I ien the strange partner feem'd no longer man : But now had all his fortune felt a wreck, youthful face grew more ferenely sweet ; Had that false servant (ped in safety back ? robe turn'a white, and Aow'd upon his feet; This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal ! r rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; And what a fund of charity wou'd fail ! eftial odours breathe thro' purpled air ;
Thus Heav'n instructs thy mind : This trial wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day,
o'er, de at his back their gradual plumes display. Depart in peace, resign, and fin no more. e form etherial bursts upon his fight,
On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, d moves in all the majeity of light.
The fage stood wond'ring as the seraph tlew. Tho loud at first the pilgrim's passions grew, Thus louk'd Elisha, when to mount on high, iden he gaz'd, and witt not what to do ; His master took the chariot of the sky i rprise in secret chains his words suspends, The fiery pomp ascending left the view; id in a calm his settling temper ends.
The prophet gaz'd, and with'd to follow too. it litence here the beauteous angel broke,
The bending hermit here a pray'r begun, The voice of mufick raviih'd as he spoke.)
Lord ! as in heaven, on earth thy will be done. Thy pray’r, thy praise, thy life tó vice un- Then gladly turning, fought his ancient place, known,
And pafs'd a life of piety and peace. sweet memorial rise before the throne : hese charms, success in our bright regions find, ad force an angel down, to calm chy mind;
this commiffion'd, I forlook the sky,
DIFFERENT STYLES OF POETRY. s lacred majesty through all depends in using second means to work his ends : Cis chus, withdrawn in ftate from human eye, 'he pow'r exerts his attributes on high,
HENRY, Lord Viscount BOLINGBROKE. 'our actions uses, not controuls your will, ind bids the doubting fons of men be till.. I HATE the vulgar with untunaful mind, What trange events can strike with
Heart uninspir'd, and lenses unrefin'd. surprise,
Hence, ye profane, I raise the founding string, han those which lately struck thy wond'ring eyes? And BOLING BROX E descends to hear me fing. let taught by these, confess th' Almighty just, When Greece cou'd truth in mystick fable shroudly Ind where you can't unriddle, learn to trust! And with delight instruct the litt'ning crowd, The great, vain man, who far'd on costly An antient poet (time has lost his paine)
Deliver'd strains in verse to future fame. Whose life was too luxurious to be good ;
Still as he sung he touch'd the trembling lyre, Who made his iv'ry ftands with goblets shine, And felt the notes a rifing warmth inspire. And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of | Ye sweet'ning graces in the musick throng,
Afist my genius, and retrieve the tong Has, with the cup, the graceless custom loft, From dark oblivion, see, my genius goes And ftill ke welcomes, but with less of cost, To call it forth. Twas thus the poem rore.
Wit is the muses horse, and bears on high Here dry sententious speeches half an ep, The daring rider to the muses sky:
Prolong'd in lines, o'er many pages creep i Who, while his strength to mount aloft he Nor ever thew the paflions well expref, tries,
Nor raise like passions in another's breaf. By regions varying in their nature, fies.
Here flat narrations fair exploits debase, At first he riseth o'er a land of toil,
In measures void of ev'ry thining grace; A barren, hard, and undeserving foil,
Which never arm their hero for the field, Where only weeds from heavy labours grow, Nor with prophetick ftory paint the hield, Which yet the nation prune, and keep for show. Nor fix the crest, or make the feathers have When couplets jingling on their accent run, Or with their characters reward the brave; Whose point of epigram is funk to pun.
Undeck'd they stand, and unadorn'd with präte Where wings * by fancy never feather'd fy: And fail to profit while they fail to please. Where lines by measure form'd in hatches lie: Here forc'd description is so strangely wroughs, Where altars stand, erected porches gape,
It never stamps its image on the thought; And sense is cramp'd while words are pard to the lifeless trees may stand for ever bare, shape ;
And rivers stop, for aught the readers care: Where mean acrosticks labour'd in a frame, They see no branches trembling in the words, On scatter'd letters raise a painful scheme ; Nor hear the murmurs of encreafing floods, And by confinement in their work controul Which near the roots with ruffled waters for The great enlargings of the boundless roul.
And shake the shadows of the boughs below. Where if a warrior's elevated fire
Ah sacred verse, replete with heav'nly fan, Wou'd all the brightest strokes of verse require, Such cold endeavours wou'd invade thy Ariz! Then ftreight in Anagram a wretched crew The writer fondly wou'd in these forvire, Will pay their undeserving praises too ;
Which wanting spirit never seem'd alive : While on the rack his poor disjointed name But if applaufe or fame attend his pen, Must tell its master's character to fame.
Let breathless ftatues pass for breathing men And (if my fire and fears aright presage)
“ Here seem'd the finger couch'd at aža be The lab'ring writers of a future age
fung, Shall clear new ground, and grots, and caves re " And grief a while delay'd his hand and tange: pair,
“ But foon he check'd his fingers, chose a fris, To civilize the babbling echoes there.
« And flourish'd thrill, and thus arose again." Then while a lover treads a lonely walk,
Pass the next region, which appears to how, His voice fhall with its own reflection talk, 'Tis very open, unimprov'd and low; The closing sounds of all the vain device, No noble flights of elevated thought, Select by trouble, frivolously nicc,
No nervous strength of sense maturely wrought, Resound through verse, and with a false pre- Possess this realm, but common turns are there,
Which idly fportive move with childish air. Support the dialogue, and pass for renfe.
On callow wings, and like a plague of flies, Can things like these to lasting praise pretend ?
The little fancies in a poem rife, Can any muse the worthless toil befriend ?
The jaded reader every where to strike, Ye sacred virgins, in my thoughts ador'd,
And move his paflions ev'ry where alike. Ah, be for ever in my lines deplor'd !
There all the graceful nymphs are forc'd to play If tricks and words acquire an endless name,
Where any water bubbles in the way : And trifes merit in the court of fame.
There Ahaggy satyrs are oblig'd to rove “ At this the poet itood concern'd a while, In all the fields, and over all the grove : " And view'd his objects with a scornful smile: There ev'ry star is summon'd from its sphere, “ Then other images of different kind,
To dress one face, and make Clarinda fair : " With diff'rent workings enter'd on his mind;
There Cupids fling their darts in ev'ry song, “ At whose approach he felt the former gone,
While nature stands neglected all along : “ And shiver'd in conceit, and thus went on. "Till the teaz'd hearer, vex'd at last to find By a cold region next the rider goes,
One constant object ftill affault the mind, Where all lies cover'd in eternal snows ;
Admires no more at what's no longer new, Where bright genius drives the chariot And haftes to thun the persecuting view. high,
There bright surprises of poetick rage, To glitter on the ground, and gild the sky. (Whose itrength and beauty more confirm's s Bleak level realm, where frigid ftiles abound,
By weak attempts are imitated ill,
Or with refinement fourish'd out of fight.
And sense by diffring images confound :
Strange injudicious management of thought, These, and the like conceits, of putting poems Not born to range, nor into method brought. into several shapes by the different lengths of lines, Ah, sacred muse! from such a realm retreat, are frequent in old poets of moft languages Nor idly waits the influence of thy heas
On shallow foils, where quick productions rise, Upon the first arrival here, are seen
“ Here o'er his breast a sort of pity rollid, Each sweetly springing from fome sacred bough, “ Which something lab’ring in the mind con- Whose circling hade adorn'd a poet's brow, trouid,
While through the leaves, in unmolested skies, • And made him touch the loud resoupding The gentle breathings of applauses flies, strings,
And Aatt'ring sounds are heard within the breeze, “ While thus with mufick's stronger tones he And pleasing murmur runs among the trees, fings.”
And falls of water join the flatt'ring sounds, Mount higher still, ftill keep thy faithful seat, And murmur soft’ning from the shore rebounds. Mind the firm reins, and curb thy courser's heat ; The warbled melody, the lovely fights, Nor let him touch che realms that next appear, The calms of solitude inspire delights, Whose hanging currets seem a fallito fear,
The dazzled eyes, the ravilh'd cars, are caught, And strangely stand along the tracts of air, The panting heart unites to purer thought, Where thunder rolls, and bearded comets glare. And grateful shiverings wander o'er the skin, The thoughts that most extravagantly foar,
And wond'ruus extafies arise within,
Stay, daring rider, now no longer rove ;
Whate'er you see, whate'er you feel, display 'Tis here a mean conceit, a vulgar view,
The realm you fought for, daring rider stay. That bears the least respect to seeming truc ;
Here various fancy spreads a vary'd scene, While ev'ry trifling turn of things is seen And judgment likes the fight, and looks serene, 'To move by Gods descending in machine.
And can be pleas'd itself, and helps to please, Here swelling lines with stalking struts proceed, And joins the work, and regulates the lays. “ And in the clouds terrific rumblings breed : Thus on a plan, defign’d by double care, “ Here fingle heroes deal grim deaths around, The building rises in the glitt'ring air, " And armies perish in tremendous sound :
With just agreement fram'd in ev'ry part, “ Here fearful monsters are preserv'd to die, And smoothly polifi'd with the nicest art. “ In such a tumult as affrights the sky i
Here laurel boughs, which antient heroes “ For which the golden fun ball hide with wore, dread,
Now not so fading as they prov'd before, “ And Neptune lift his sedgy matted hcad, Wreath round the pillars which the poets rear, “ Adm're the roar, and dive with dire dismay, And Nope their points to make a foliage there. “ And seck his deepest chambers in the sea." Here chaplets pull'd in gently-breathing wind, To raise their subject thus the lines devise, And wrought by lovers innocently kind, And false extravagance would fain surprise; Hung o'er the porch, their fragrant odours give, Yet still, ye Gods, ye live untouch'd by fear, And fresh in lasting song for ever live. And undisturb’d at bellowing moniters here : The shades, for whom with such indulgent care, Bat with compassion guard the brain of men, Fame wreaths the boughs, or hangs the chaplets If thus they bellow through the poet's pen :
there, So will the reader's eyes discern aright
To deathless honours thus preserv'd above, The rafheft fally from the noblest flight,
For ages conquer, or for ages love. And find that only boast and found agree
Here bold description paints the walls within, To seem the life and voice of majesty,
Her pencil touches, and the world is seen : When writers rampant on Apollo call
The fields look beauteous in their dow'ry pride, And bid him enter and possess them all,
The mountains rear aloft, the vales subside,
The cities rise, the rivers seem to play,
Curld white above, and darkly roll'd below, " 'Twas here the finger felt his temper Or cease their rage, and as they calmly lie, wrought
Return the pleasing pictures of the sky.; " By fairer prospects which arose to thought ; The skies extended in an open view, “ And in himself a while collected fat,
Appear a lofty distant arch of blue, « And much admir'd at this, and much at that; In which description stains the painted bow, “ 'Till all the beauteous forms in order ran, Or chickens clouds, and fearhers out the snow, " And then he took their track, and thus be- Or mingles bluthes in the morning ray, gan.
Or gilds the noon, or turns an evening grey. Above the beauties, far above the show,
Here on the pedestals of war and peace, In which weak NATURE dresses here below, In diff'rent rows, and with a dift'rent grace, Staads the great palace of the bright and finc, Fine statues proudly ride, or nobly stand, Where fair ideas in full glory shine,
To which narration with a pointing hand Eternal models of exalted parts,
Directs the sight, and makes examples please, The pride of minds, and conquerors of hearts. By boldly yeat’ring to dilate in praise,