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Clustering innumerable; these behind

They too from hence receive the strongest thread His stern receding, o'er the clouds he views

Of the green silkworm. Various is the wealth Ceylon's grey peaks, from whose volcano's rise Of that renown'd and ancient land, secure Dark (moke and ruddy flame, and glaring rocks In constant peace and commerce ; till?d to the Daring in air aloft ; around whose feet

height Blue Cliffs ascend, and aromatic groves,

Of rich fertility ; where, thick as stars, In various prospect ; Ceylon also deem'd

Bright habitations glitter on each hill,
The ancient Ophir. Next Bengala's bay,

And rock, and Mady dale; ev'n on the waves
On the vast globe the deepest, while the prow Of copious rivers, lakes, and bordering seas,
Turns northward to the rich disputed strand Rise foating villages ; no wonder; when,
Of Coromandel, where traffic grieves to see In every province, firm and level roads,
Discord and avarice invade her realms,

And long canals, and navigable streams,
Portending ruinous war, and cries aloud,

Ever, with ease, conduct the works of coil
Peace, peace, ye blinded Britons, and ye Gauls; To sure and speedy markets, through the length
Nation to Nation is a light, a fire,

Of many a crowded region, many a clime,
Enkindling virtue, sciences, and arts :

To the imperial towers of Cambalu, But cries aloud in vain. Yet wise defence,

Now Pekin, where the fleece is not unknown; Against ambition's wide-destroying pride,

Since Calder's woofs, and those of Exe and Fromen Madrass erected, and Saint David's fort,

And Yare, and Avon Now, and rapid Trent, And those which rise on Ganges' twenty streams, Thither by Russic caravans are brought, Guarding the woven fleece, Calcutta's tower, Through Scythia's numerous regions, waste and And Maldo's and Patana's : from their holds

wild, The shining bales our factors deal abroad,

Journey immense! which, to th' attentive ear, And see the country's products, in exchange, The Muse, in faithful notes, Mall brief describe. Before them heap'd : cotton's transparent webs, From the proud mart of Petersburg, ere-while Aloes, and callia, falutiferous drugs,

The watery seat of desolation wide, Alom, and lacque, and clouded tortoisefhell, Issue these trading caravans, and urge, And brilliant diamonds, to decorate

Through dazzling snows, their dreary trackless Britannia's blooming Nymphs. For these, o'er all The kingdoms round, our draperies are dispers’d, By compass steering oft, from week to week, O'er Bukor, Cabul, and the Bactrian vales,

From month to month ; whose feasons view their And Cassimere, and Atoc, on the stream

to.ls. Of old Hydaspes, Porus' hardy realm ;

Neva they passyand Kesma's gloomy flood, And late-discover'd Tibet, where the fleece, Volga, and Don, and Oka's torrent prone, By art peculiar, is compress’d and wrought Threatening in vain ; and many a cataract, To threadless drapery, which, in conic forms, In its fall fopt, and bound with bars of ice. Of various hues, their gaudy roofs adorns.

Close on the left unnumber'd tracts they view The keels which voyage through Molucca's White with continual frost; and on the right straits,

The Caspian-lake, and ever-flowery realms, Amid a cloud of spicy odours, fail,

Though now abhorr’d, behind them turn, the From Java and Sumatra breath’d, whose woods

haunt Yield fiery pepper, that destroys the moth

Of arbitrary rule, where regions wide In woolly vestures : Ternate and Tidore

Are destin'd to the sword ; and on each hand Give to the festal board the fragrant clove

Roads hung with carcases, or under foot And nutmeg, to those narrows bounds confin'd; Thick strown; while, in their rough bewilder'd While gracious Natu with unsparing liand,

ales, The needs of life o’er every region pours.

The blooming rose its fragrance breathes in vain,
Near those delicious illes, the beauteous coast And silver fountains fall, and nightingales
Of China rears its summits. Kno. " ye not,

Attune their notes, where none are left to hear.
Ye sons of trade, that ever-flowery shore,

Sometimes o'er level ways, on easy neds,
Those azure hills, those woods and nodding rocks ? | The generous horse conveys the sons of trade ;
Compare them with the pictures of your chart; And ever and anon the docile dog;
Alike the woods and nodding rocks o’erhang. And now the light rein-deer, with rapid pace,
Now the tall gloffy towers of porcelane,

Skims over icy lakes ; now now they climb
And pillar'd pagods shine ; rejoic'd they fee Aloft o'er clouds, and then adown descend
The port of Canton opening to their prows,

To hollow vallies, till the eye beholds And in the winding of the river moor.

The roofs of Tobel, whose hill-crowning walls Upon the strand they heap their glofly bales, Shine, like the rising moon, through watery mists: And works of Birmingham, in brass or steel, Tobol, th' abode of those unfortunate And fint, and ponderous lead from deep cells Exiles of angry state, and thralls of war; rais'd,

Solemn fraternity! where carl, and prince, Fit ballast in the fury of the form,

Soldier, and statesman, and uncrested chief, That tears the throuds, and bends the stubborn On the da:k level of adversity, maft:

Converse familiar; while, amid tbe cares These, for the artists of the fleece, procure

And toils for hunger, thirst, and nakedness, Various materials; and, for affluent life,

Their little public finiles, and the bright fparks The flavour'd thea and glossy painted vase;

Of trade are kindled: trade arises oft, Things elegant, ill-titled luxuries,

And virtue, fro... auriitit, and wanti In temperance us'd, delectable and good.

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Be witness, Carthage ; witness, ancient Tyre; Thither Afiction, thither Poverty,
And thou, Batavia, daughter of distress.

And Arts and Sciences : thrice happy clime, This, with his hands, which erst the truncheon Which Britain makes th' asylum of mankind ! held,

But joy superior far his bolom warms, The hammer lifts; another bends and weaves Who views those Thores in every culture dress'd ; The flexile willow; that the mattoc drives : With habitations gay, and numerous towns, All are employ'd ; and by their works acquire On hill and valley; and his countrymen Our Aeecy vestures. From their tenements, Form'd into various states, powerful and rich, Pleas'd and refresh'd, proceeds the caravan

In regions far remote : who from our looms Through lively-spreading cultures, pastures green, Take largely for themselves, and for those tribes And yellow tillages in opening woods :

Of Indians, ancient tenants of the land, Thence on, through Narim's wilds, a pathless road In amity conjoin'd, of civil life They force, with rough entangling thorns perplext; The comforts taught, and various new desires, Land of the lazy Ostiacs, thin dispers’d,

Which kindle arts, and occupy the poor, Who, by avoiding, meet the toils they loathe, And spread Britannia's flocks o’er every dale. Tenfold augmented ; miserable tribe,

Ye, who the Tuttle caft along the loom, Void of commercial comforts : who, nor corn, The filk-worm's thread inweaving with the Nor pulse, nor oil, nor heart-enlivening wine,

fleece, Know to procure ; nor spade, nor scythe, nor share, Pray for the culture of the Georgian tract, Nor social aid : beneath their thorny bed

Nor Night the green Savannahs, and the plains The serpent hisses, while in thickets nigh

Of Carolina, where thick woods arise
Loud howls the hungry wolf. So on they fare, Of mulberries, and in whose water'd fields
And pass by spacious lakes, begirt with rocks Up-Springs the verdant blade of thirsty rice.
And azure mountains; and the heights admire

Where are the happy regions, which afford
Of white Imaus, whose snow-nodding craggs More implements of commerce, and of wealth ?
Frighten the realms beneath, and from their urns Fertile Virginia, like a vigorous bough,
Pour mighty rivers down, th' impetuous streams Which overshades fome crystal river, spreads
Of Oby, and Irtis, Jenisca, swift,

Her wealthy cultivations wide around, Which ruih upon the northern pole, upheave And, more than many a spacious realm, rewards Its frozen seas, and lift their hills of ice.

The fleecy Nuttle: to her growing marts, These rugged paths and savage landscapes pass’d, The Iroquese, Cheroques, and Oubacks, come, A new scene strikes their eyes : among the clouds And quit their feathery ornaments uncouth, Aloft they view, what seems a chain of cliffs, For woolly garments ; and the cheers of life, Nature's proud work ; that matchless work of art, T'he cheers, but not the vices, learn to taste. The wall of Sina, by Chihoham's power,

Blush, Europeans, whom the circling cup In earliest times, trected. Warlike troops

Of Luxury intoxicates; ye routs, Frequent are seen in hauglity march along

Who, for your crimes, have fled your native land : Its ridge, a vast extent, beyond the length

ye voluptuous idle, who in vain, Of many a potent empire; towers and ports, Seek easy habitations, void of care : Three times a thousand, lift thereon their brows The sons of nature, with astonishment, At equal spaces, and in prospect 'round

And deteftation, mark your evil deeds ;
Cities, and plains, and kingdoms, overlook. And view, no longer aw'd, your nerveless arms,
At length the gloony paffage they attain

Unfit to cultivate Ohio's banks.
Of its deep-vaulted gates, whose opening folds See the bold emigrants of Accadie,
Conduct at length to Pekin's glittering spires And Massachuset, happy in those arts
The destin'd mart, where joyous they arrive. That join the politics of Trade and War,

Thus are the textures of the fleece convey'd Bearing the palm in either : they appear
To Sina's distant realm, the utmost bound

Better exemplars ; and that hardy crew, Of the flat floor of stedfast Earth; for so

Who, on the frozen beach of Newfoundland, Fabled Antiquity, ere peaceful Trade

Hang their white fish amid the parching winds : Inform’d the opening mind of curious man.

The kindly fleece, in webs of Duffield woof, Now to the other hemisphere, my Muse,

Their limbs, benumb’d, enfolds with cheerly A new world found, extend thy daring wing.

warmth, Be thou the first of the harmonious Nine

And frize of Cambria, worn by those, who seek, From high Parnassus, the unweary'd toils Through gulphs and dales of Hudson's winding Of industry and valour, in that world

bay, Triumphant, to reward with tuneful song.

The beaver's fur, though oft they seek in vain, Happy the voyage, o'er th' Atlantic brine, While Winter's frosty rigor checks approach, By active Raleigh made, and great the joy,

Evin in the fiftieth latitude. Say why When he discern'd, above the foamy surge,

(If ye, the travel'd sons of commerce, know), A rising coast, for future colonies,

Wherefore lie bound their rivers, lakes, and dales, Opening her bays, and figuring her capes,

Half the sun's annual course, in chains of ice? Evon from the rorthern tropic to the pole.

While the Rhine's fertile shore, and Gallic realms, No land gives more employment to the loom, By the fame zone encircled, long enjoy Or kindlier feeds the indigent; no land

Warm beams of Phæbus, and supine, behold With more variety of wealth rewards

Their plains and hillocks blush with clustering The hand of labour: thither, from the wrongs

vines. Of lawitis rule, the free-torn fpirit flies;


Muft it be ever thus? or may the hand

His vengeance felt, and fair occasion gave
Of mighty Labor drain their gusty lakes,

To thew humanity and continence,
Enlarge the brightening sky, and, peopling, warm To Scipio's not inferior. Then was left
The opening vallies, and the yellowing plains ? No corner of the globe secure to pride
Or rather shall we burst strong Darien's chain, And violence : although the far-stretch'd coast
Steer our bold fleets between the cloven rocks, Of Chili, and Peru, and Mexico,
And through the great Pacific every joy

Arm'd in their evil cause ; though fell Disease,
Of civil life diffuse? Are not her ifles

Un'bating Labor, tedious Time, conspir’d, Numerous and large ? Have they not harbours And Heat inclement, to unnerve his force ; calm,

Though that wide sea, which spreads o'er half the Inhabitants, and manners ? haply, too,

world, Peculiar sciences, and other forms

Deny'd all hospitable land or port; Of trade, and useful products, to exchange

Where, seasons voyaging, no road he found For woolly vestures ? Tis a tedious course

To moor, no bottom in th' abyss, whereon By the Antarctic circle : 'nor beyond

To drop the fastening anchor; though his brave Those sea-wrapt gardens of the dulcet reed,

Companions ceas'd, subdued by toil extreme; Bahama and Caribbee, may be found

Though solitary left in Tinian's feas, Safe mole or harbour, till on Falkland's ise

Where never was before the dreaded sound The standard of Britannia shall arise.

Of Britain's thunder heard; his wave-worn bark Proud Buenos Aires, low-couched Paraguay, Met, fought, the proud Iberian, and o'ercame. And rough Corrientes, mark, with hostile eye, So fare it ever with our country's foes ! The labouring vessel: neither may we trust

Rejoice, ye nations, vindicate the sway
The dreary naked Patagonian land,

Ordain’d for common happiness. Wide, o’er
Which darkens in the wind. No traffic there, The globe terraqueous, let Britannia pour
No barter for the fleece. There angry storms The fruits of plenty from her copious horn.
Bend their black brows, and, raging, hurl around What can avail to her, whose fertile earth
Their thunders. Ye adventurous mariners,

By Ocean's briny waves are circumscrib'd, Be firm; take courage from the brave. 'Twas The armed hoft, and murdering sword of war, there

And conquest o'er her neighbours ? She ne'er breaks Perils and conflicts inexpressible

Her folemn compacts, in the luft of rule:
Anson, with steady undespairing breast,

Studious of arts and trade, the ne'er disturbs
Endur'd, when o'er the various glo'oe he chac'd The holy peace of states. 'Tis her delight
His country's foes. Fast-gathering tempests rouz’d To fold the world with harmony, and spread,
Huge ocean, and involv'd him : all around

Among the habitations of mankind,
Whirlwind, and snow, and hail, and horror : now, The various wealth of Toil, and what her fleece,
Rapidly, with the world of waters, down

To clothe the naked, and her skilful looms, Descending to the channels of the deep,

Peculiar give. Ye too rejoice, ye swains ; He view'd th' uncover'd bottom of th' abyss; Increasing commerce thall reward your cares. And now the stars, upon the loftieft point

A day will come, if not too deep we drink Toss'd of the sky-mix'd surges. Oft the burst The cup, which luxury on careless wealth, Of loudest thunder, with the dash of seas,

Pernicious gift, bestows; a day will come, Tore the wild-Aying fails and tumbling masts ; When, through new channels failing, we shall clothe While flames, thick-flashing in the gloom, reveald The Californian coast, and all the realms Ruins of decks and shrouds, and fights of death. That stretch from Anian's streights to proud Japan;

Yet on he far'd, with fortitude his chear, And the green isles, which on the left arise
Gaining, at intervals, now way beneath

Upon the glasly brine, whose various capes
Del Fuego's ged cliffs, and the white ridge, Not yet are figur'd on the failors chart :
Above all height, by opening clouds reveal'd, Then every variation shall be told
Of Montegorda, and inaccessible

Of the magnetic steel; and currents mark'd. Wreck-threatening Staten-lands o’erhanging Thore, Which drive the heedless vessel from her course. Enormous rocks on rocks, in ever-wild

That portion too of land, a tract immense, Posture of falling; as when Pelion, rear'd,

Beneath the Antarctic spread, shall then he known, On Offa, and on Offa's tottering head

And new plantations on its coast arise. Woody Olympus, by the angry gods

Then rigid Winter's ice no more shall wound Precipitate on earth were doom'd to fall.

The only naked animal; but man At length, through every tempeft, as some with the soft feece shall every-where be cloath:). branch,

Th' exulting Muse Thall then, in vigor fresh, Which from a poplar falls into a loud

Her flight renew. Mean-while, with weary wing, Impetuous cataract, though deep immers'd, O'er Ocean's wave returning, the explores Yet re-ascends, and glides, on lake or stream, Siluria's flowery ales, her old delight, Smooth through the vallies; so his way he won The shepherd's haunts, where the first springs arise To the serene Pacific, food immense,

Of Britain's happy trade, now spreading wide, And rear'd his lofty masts, and spread his fails. Wide as th’ Atlantic and Pacific seas,

Then Paita's walls, in wasting fiames involv'd, Or as air's vital Auid o'er the globe.


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HE morning's fair, the lusty sun

With ruddy cheek begins to run ;
And early birds, that wing the skies,
Sweetly fing to see him rise.

I am resolv'd, this charming day,
In the open field to stray ;
And have no roof above my head,
But that whereon the gods do tread.
Before the yellow barn I see
A beautiful variety
Of Itrutting cocks, advancing stout,
And Airting empty chaff about.
Hens, ducks, and geese, and all their brood,
And turkeys gobbling for their food ;
While rustics thrash the wealthy floor,
And tempt all to crowd the door.

What a fair face does Nature show?
Augusta, wipe thy dusty brow;
A landskip wide salutes my sight,
Of shady vales, and mountains bright;
And azure heavens I behold,
And clouds of silver and of gold.
And now into the fields I go,
Where thousand flaming flowers glow;
And every neighbouring hedge I greet,
With honey-fuckles smelling sweet.
Now o'er the daily meads I stray,
And meet with, as I pace my way,
Sweetly shining on the eye,
A rivulet gliding simoothly by ;
Which shows with what an easy tide
The moments of the happy glide.
Here, finding pleasure after pain,
Sleeping I see a wearied swain,
While his full scrip lies open by,
That does his healthy food supply.

Happy lwain, sure happier far
Than lofty kings and princes are !
Enjoy sweet neep, which shuns the crown,
With all its easy beds of down.

The fun now shows his noon-tide blaze,
And sheds around me burning rays.
A little onward, and I go
Into the shade that groves bestow;
And on green moss I lay me down,
That o'er the root of oak has grown ;
Where all is filent, but some flood
That sweetly murmurs in the wood;
But birds that warble in the sprays,
And charın ev’n Silence with her lays.

Oh powerful Silence, how you reign
In the Poet's busy brain !
His numerous thoughts obey the calls
Of the tuneful water-falls,
Like inoles, whene'er the coast is clear,
They rise before thee without fear,
And range in parties here and there.

Some wildly to Parnassus wing,
And view the fair Caftalian spring;
Where they behold a lonely well,
Where now no tuneful Mures dwell i

But now and then a Navith hind
Paddling the troubled pool they find.

Some trace the pleasing paths of joy,
Others the blissful scene destroy ;
In thorny tracks of sorrow stray,
And pine for Clio far away.
But stay-Methinks her lays I hear,
So smooth! so sweet! so deep! so clea
No, 'tis not her voice I find,
'Tis but the echo stays behind.

Some meditate ambition's brow,
And the black gulph that gapes below:
Some peep in courts, and there they see
The sneaking tribe of Flattery.
But, Itriking to the ear and eye,
A nimble decr comes bounding by!
When rushing from yon rustling spray,
It made them vanith all away.

I rouze me up, and on I rove.
'Tis more than time to leave the grove.
The sun declines, the evening breeze
Begins to whisper through the trees :
And, as I leave the sylvan gloom,
As to the glare of day I come,
An old man's smoky neft I see,
Leaning on an aged tree;
Whose willow walls, and furzy brow,
A little garden (way below.
Through spreading beds of blooming green,
Matted with herbage sweet, and clean,
A vein of water limps along,
And makes them ever green, and young.
Here he puffs upon his spade,
And digs up cabbage in the shade :
His tatter'd rags are sable brown,
His beard and hair are hoary grown :
The dying sap descends apace,
And leaves a wither'd hand and face.

Up * Grongar hill I labour now,
And catch at last his bushy brow.
Oh, how fresh, how pure the air !
Let me breathe a little here.
Where am I, Nature? I descry
Thy magazine before me lie!
Temples and towns !-and towers !—and woods
And hills and vales !and fields !--and Aouds!
Crouding before me, edg'd around
With naked wilds, and barren ground.

See, below, the pleasant dome,
The Poet's pride, the Poet's home,
Which the sun-beams Thine upon,
To the even, from the dawn.
See her woods, where Echo talks,
Her gardens trim, her terras walks,
Her wildernesses, fragrant brakes,
Her gloomy bowers, and shining lakes.
Keep, ye gods, this humble seat,
For ever pleasant, private, neat.

See yonder hill, uprising steep,
Above the river now and deep:
It looks from hence a pyramid,
Beneath a verdant forest hid;
On whose high top there rises great,
The mighty remnant of a seat,
An old green tower, whose batter'd brow
Frowns upon the vale below.

* A hill in South Wales.



Look upon that flowery plain,

Till I found out my Clio, and ended my pain, How the sheep surround their swain,

And made myself quiet, and happy again.
How they crowd to hear his strain !
All careless with his legs across,
Leaning on a bank of muss,
He spends his empty hours at play,
Which fiy as light as down away.
And there behold a bloomy mead,

A silver stream, a willow Thade,

Beneath the shade of fisher stand,
Who, with the angle in his hand,

Swings the nibbling fry to land.
In blushes the descending sun

ELIGHTFUL partner of my heart, Kisses the streams, while slow they run;

Matter of the loveliest art! And yonder hill remoter grows,

How sweet our senses you deceive, Or dusky clouds do interpose.

When we, a gazing throng, believe! The fields are left, the labouring hind

Here flows the Pol-The Minis there, His weary oxen does unbind;

Winding about with Sedgy hair! And vocal mountains, as they low,

And there the Tyber's yellow flood, Re-echo to the vales below;

Beneath a thick and gloomy wood! The jocund shepherds piping come,

And there Darius' broken ranks And drive the herd before them home;

Upon the Grannic's bloody banks ; And now begin to light their fires,

Who bravely die, or basely run Which fend up smoke in curling spires!

From Philip's all-fubduing fon!" While with light hearts all homeward tend,

And there the wounded Porus brought To * Abergasney I descend.

(The bravest man that ever fought!) But, Oh! how bless'd would be the day,

To Alexander's tent, who eyes Did I with Clio pace my way,

His dauntless visage, as he lies And not alone and solitary stray.

In death's most painful agonies.

To me reveal thy heavenly art,
To me thy mysteries impart.
As yet I but in verse can paint,
And to th' idea colour faint
What to the open eye you show,

Seeming Nature's living glow!
Ε Ν R U I RY, The beauteous shapes of objects near!

Or distant ones confus'd in air !

The golden eve, thé blushing dawn, E poor little sheep, ah! well may ye stray, Smiling on the lovely lawn!

While sad is your shepherd, and Clio away! And pleasing views of chequer'd glades! Tell where have you been, have you met with my And rivers winding through the Mades! love,

And funny hills !—and pleasant plains !
On the mountain, or valley, or meadow, or grove? | And groups of merry nymphs and swains !
Alas-aday, No-Ye are stray'd, and half dead; Or some old building, hid with grass,
Ye saw not my love, or ye all had been fed.
Oh, Sun, did you see her?-ah! surely you did : Rearing fad its ruin'd face ;

Whose columns, frizes, statues, lie, 'Mong what willows, or woodbines, or reeds, is the

The grief and wonder of the eye! hid ?

Or swift adown a mountain tall: Ye tall, whistling pines, that on yonder hill grow, A foaming cataract's sounding fall; And o'erlook the beautiful valley below,

Whose loud roaring Ituns the ear Did you see her a-roving in wood or in brake?

Of the wondering traveller! See Or bathing her fair limbs in some filent lake ?

Or a calm and quiet bay, Ye mountains, that look on the vigorous east,

And a level shining sea! And the north, and the south, and the wearisom

Or surges rough, that froth, and roar, west,

And, angry, dash the founding shore! Pray tell where the hides her, you surely do know, And vessels tost! and billows high! And let not her lover pine after her so.

And lightning flashing from the sky! Oh, had I the wings of an eagle, I'd fly

Or that which gives me most delight, Along with bright Phoebus all over the sky;

The fair idea (seeming fight!) Like an eagle, look down, with my wings wide dil- of warrior fierce, with shining blade! play'd,

Or orator, with arms display'd ! And dart in my eyes at each whispering shade :

Tully's engaging air and mien, I'd search ev'ry tuft in my diligent tour,

Declaiming against Cataline. I'd unravel the woodbines, and look in each bower,

Or fierce Achilles towering high

Above his foes, whọ round him die, * The name of a seat belonging to the Author's

S2 brother.



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