Hilton.

Wild work produces oft, and moft in dreams
Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
Some fuch refemblances, methinks, I find
Of our laft evenig's talk, in this thy dream,
But with addition ftrange: yet be not fad,
Evil into the mind of God or man

May come and go, fo unapprov'd, and leave
No fpot or blame behind: which gives me hope
That what in fleep thou didst abhor to dream
Waking thou never wilt confent to do.

Be not difhearten'd then, nor cloud thofe looks
That wont to be more chearful and ferene,
Than when fair morning first fmiles on the World
And let us to our fresh employments rife
Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers
That open now their choiceft bofom'd fmells
Referv'd from night, and kept for thee in store.
So chear'd he his fair fpoufe, and fhe was chear'd,
But filently a gentle tear let fall

From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair;
Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each in their cryftal fluice, he ere they fell
Kifs'd, as the gracious figns of fweet remorse
And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended.
So all was clear'd, and to field they haft
But first, from under fhady arbo'rous roof
Soon as they forth were come to open fight
Of day fpring, and the fun, who fcarce uprifen
With wheels yet hov'ring o'er the ocean - brim
Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray.
Discovering in wide landfcape all the eaft
Of Paradife and Eden's happy plains
Lowly they bow'd adoring and began
Their orifons, each morning duly paid
In various style; for neither various style
Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise
Their Maker, in fit ftrains pronounc'd, or fung
Unmeditated, fuch promt eloquence
Flow'd from their lips, in profe or numerous verse.
More tuneable than needed lut or harp
To add more fweetnefs; and they thus began:

These

Thefe are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty, thine this univerfal frame,

Milton.

Thus wondrous fair; thy felf how wondrous then!
Unfpeakable, who fitt?ft above thefe heav'ns

To us invifible, or dimly feen

In these thy loweft works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine
Speak ye who beft can tell, ye fons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with fongs
And choral fymphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heav'n,
On hearth join all ye creatures to extol

Him first, him last, him midft, and without end
Faireft of ftars, laft in the train of night

If better thou belong not to the dawn

Sure pledge of day, that crown'ft the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praife him in thy fphere
While day arifes, that fweet hour of prime
Thou fun, of this great world bold eye and foul
Acknowlege him thy greater; found his praise
In thy eternal courfe, both when thou climb'ft,
And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou
fall'ft.

Moon, that now meet'ft the orient fun, now fly'ft,
With the fix'd ftars, fix'd in their orb that flies;
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In myftic dance not without fong, refound
His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix,
And nourish all things; let your ceafelefs change
Vary to our great Maker's ftill new praife.
Ye mifts and exhalations, that now rife
From hill or fteaming lake, dusky or gray,
Till the fun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great Author rife,
Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with fallen fhowers,
Rifing or falling till advance his praise!

His praife, ye winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe

Milton.

Breathe foft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines,
With every plant, in fign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye, that warble, as ye flow,
Melodious numbers, warbling tune his praife.
Join voices to all living fouls; ye birds,
That finging up to heaven-gate afcend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praife,
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earth, and ftately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be filent, morn or even,

-To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh fhade,
Made vocal by my fong, and taught his praife.
Hail univerfal Lord, be bounteous ftill
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd ought of evil, or conceal'd,
Difperfe it, as now light difperfes the dark!

So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
Firm peace recover'd foon, and wonted calm.
On to their morning rural work they haste,
Among sweet dews and flow'rs; where any row
Of fruit trees over-woody reach'd too far

Their pamper'd boughs, and needed hands to
check

Fruitless embraces: or they led the vine

To wed her elm; fhe fpous'd about him twines
Her marrigeable arms, and with her brings
Her dow'r, th' adopted clusters, to adorn
His barren leaves,

Glo.

Glover.

Richard Glover, geb. 1712, geft. 1785, war ein Mann von vielen Kenntnissen und ausgezeichneten Talenten, obgleich eigentlich nicht Gelehrter, sondern Kaufmann. Als Dichter hat er sich durch sein Trauerspiel, Niedea, und noch mehr durch sein Heldengedicht, Leonidas, in zwölf Büchern, berühmt gemacht, welches zuerst im Jahr 1737 erschien, und gleich in diesem und dem folgenden Jahre zweimal wieder aufgelegt, hernach aber, von dem Dichs ter durchaus verbessert, - und • da es vorher nur neun Bücher gehabt hatte, mit drei neuen vermehrt wurde. Die mannichfaltigen Schduheiten, welche diesem Gedichte, auch ohne Beyhülfe des Wunderbaren, eigen find, hat Dr. Pemberton in seinen Obfervations on Poetry, especially Epic, occafioned by the late Poem upon Leonidas; Lond. 1738. 12, und Hr. Hofrath Ebert in der sehr lehrreichen Vorrede zu seiner vortrefflichen Uebersehung des selben (Hamb. 1778. 8.) umständlich aus einander gesezt. Der Inhalt ist kürzlich folgender: Herpes grif mit einem äusserordentlich zahlreichen Heere Griechenland an. Die Spartaner befragten das Orakel, welches den Aussøruch that, es müsse entweder ein König vom Geschlecht des Herz kules sterben, oder Lacedåmon zerstört werden. Leonidas bot sein Leben zum Opfer dar, zog mit dreihundert Spars tanërn nach Thermopyld, und vereinte sich da mit den übrigen Griechen. Sie verschmähten die Friedensanträge des Xerxes, nnd lieferten mit vielem Muth und Glück eine Schlacht. Die Perser überfielen hernach die Griechen auf dem Gebirge; sie wurden aber bei Nacht in ihrer Nuhe vom Leonidas und seiner geringen Mannschaft überfallen, und zum Theil niedergemacht; am Morgen aber, da die Perser die geringe Anzahl ihrer Feinde entdeckten, wandte sich das Glück; und die meisten Spartaner fielen durch die Pfeile der Perser, von denen sie eingeschloffen waren; unter ihnen auch Leonidas.

Glover vollendete vor seinem Tode noch ein zweites episches Gedicht, The Athenaid, welches gewissermaßen eine Fortsegung jenes erstern ist, und von seiner Tochter Mrs. Halfay, im Jahr 1788, in drei Duodezbänden zum Druck

befördert

Glover.

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Glover.

befördert wurde. Von den Lebensumständen und dem sehr liebenswürdigen Charakter dieses Dichters f. das European Magazine for Tanuary 1786, p. 1. ff.

LEONIDAS, B. IX. v. I-166.

In fable vefture, fplanged o'er with ftars,
The night affum'd her throne. Recall'd from war,
Their toil, protracted long, the Greeks forget,
Diffolv'd in filent flumber, all, but thofe,
Who watch th' uncertain perils of the dark,
A hundred warriors. Agis was their chief.
High on the wall intent the hero fat.
Fresh winds across the undulating bay
From Afia's hoft the various din convey'd
In one deep murmur, fwelling on his ear.
When by the found of footsteps down they pass
Alarm'd, he calls aloud. What feet are thefe,
Which beat the echoing pavement of the rock?
Reply, nor tempt inevitable fate.

A voice reply'd. No enemies we come,
But crave admittance in an humble tone.

The Spartan anfwers.

Through the midnight

fhade

What purpofe draws your wand'ring fteps abroad?

To whom the ftranger. We are friends to
Greece.

Through thy affiftance we implore accefs

To Lacedaemon's King. The cautious Greek
Still hesitates; when mufically sweet

A tender voice his wond'ring ear allures.

O gen'rous warrior, liften to the pray'r
Of one diftrefs'd, whom grief alone hath led
Through midnight fhades to thefe victorious tents,
A wretched woman, innocent of fraud.

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