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Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,

Rise in the grove, before the altar rise, How often must it love, how often 'hate !

Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes.
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,

I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,
Conceal, disdain-do all things but forget! Thy image steals between my God and me;
But let heaven seize it, all at once 'tis fired: Thy voice I seem in every hymn to hear,
Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspired! With every bead I drop too soft a tear.
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,

When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,
Renounce my love, my life, myself, and you. And swelling organs lift the rising soul,
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Alone can rival, cán succeed to thee.

Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight : How happy is the blameless vestal's lot ; In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, 'The world forgetting, by the world forgot! While altars blaze, and angels tremble round. Eternal sun-shine of the spotless mind;

While prostrate here in humble grief I lie, Each prayer accepted, and each wish resign'd; Kind, virtuous drops just gathering in my eye, Labour and rest that equal periods keep;

While, praying, trembling, in the dust I roll, • Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;' And dawning grace is opening on my soul : Desires composed, affections ever even;

Come, if thou darest, all-charming as thou art ;: Tears that delight and sighs that waft to heaven. Oppose thyself to Heaven; dispute my heart ;) Grace shines around her with serenest beams, Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes And whispering angels prompt her golden dreams; Blot out each bright idea of the skies; For her the unfading rose of Eden blooms, Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes ; Take back my fruitless penitence and prayers ; For her the spouse prepares the bridal ring; Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode, For her white virgins hymenæals sing ;

Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! To sounds of heavenly harps she dies away,

No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole ; And melts in visions of eternal day.

Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll: Far other dreams my erring soul employ, Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Far other raptures of unholy joy:

Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. When, at the close of each sad sorrowing day, Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign ; Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free, Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view !) All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee. Long loved, adored ideas, all adieu ! O curst, dear horrors of all-conscious night!

grace serene! O virtue heavenly fair ! How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight! Divine oblivion of low thoughted care! Provoking demons all restraint remove,

Fresh-blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky ! And stir within me every source of love.

And faith, our early immortality!
I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms, Enter, each mild, each amiable guest ;
And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms. Receive and wrap me in eternal rest!
I wake:-no more I hear, no more I view,

See in her cell sad Eloïsa spread,
The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.

Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead, I call aloud; it hears not what I say:

In each low wind methinks a spirit calls, I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.

And more than echoes talk along the walls To dream once more, I close my willing eyes : Here, as I watch'd the dying lamp around, Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise !

From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound: Alas, no more! methinks we wandering go . Come, sister, come!' it said, or seem'd to say, Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe, Thy place is here ; sad sister, come away! Where round some mouldering tower pale ivy creeps, Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid: Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies ; But all is calm in this eternal sleep; Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise. Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep: I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find, E'en superstition loses every fear; And wake to all the griefs I left behind.

For God, not man, absolves our frailties here. For thee the Fates, severely kind, ordain

I come, I come ! prepare your roseate bowers, A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain; Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flowers : Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go, No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. Where flames refined in breasts seraphic glow : Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;

And smooth my passage to the realms of day; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiven,

See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
And mild as opening gleams of promised heaven Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul !

Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread ? Ah, no-in sacred vestments mayst thou stand,
The torch of Venus burns not for the dead. The hallow'd ta per trembling in thy hand,
Nature stands check'd ; religion disapproves ; Present the cross before my lifted eye,
E'en thou art cold—yet Eloisa loves.

Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Ah, hopeless, lasting flames ! like those that burn Ah, then thy once-loved Eloisa see!
To light the dead, and warm the unfruitful urn. It will be then no crime to gaze on me.

What scenes appear where'er I turn my viow! See from my cheek the transient roses fly!
The dear ideas, where I Ay, pursue,

See the last sparkle languish in my eye!

Till every motion, pulse, and breath be o'er; I stood, methought, betwist earth, seas, and skies; And e'en my Abelard be loved no more.

The whole creation open to my eyes : O Death all eloquent! you only prove

In air self-balanc'd hung the globe below, What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Where mountains rise, and circling oceans flow. Then too, when Fate shall thy fair frame destroy Here naked rocks, and empty wastes were seen, (That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy,) There towering cities, and the forests green ; In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd, Here sailing ships delight the wandering eyes; Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round; There trees and intermingled temples rise : From opening skies may streaming glories shine, Now a clear sun the shining scene displays, And saints embrace thee with a love like mine. The transient landscape now in clouds decays.

May one kind grave unite each hapless name ! O'er the wide prospect as I gaz'd around, And gratt my love immortal on thy fame!

Sudden I heard a wild promiscuous sound, Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er, Like broken thunders that at distance roar, When this rebellious heart shall beat no more, Or billows murmuring on the hollow shore : If ever chance two wandering lovers brings Then gazing up, a glorious pile beheld, To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs, Whose towering summit ambient clouds conceal'd. O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, High on a rock of ice the structure lay, And drink the falling tears each other sheds ; Steep its ascent, and slippery was the way: Then sadly say, with mutual pity moved,

The wond'rous rock like Parian marble shone, "O, may we never love as these have loved ! And seem'd, to distant sight, of solid stone. l'roin the full choir, when loud hosannas rise, Inscriptions here of various names I view'd, And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice, The greater part by hostile time subdued ; Amid that scene if some relenting eye

Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past, Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie, And poets once had promis'd they should last. Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven, Some fresh engrav'd appear'd of wits renown'd; One human tear shall drop, and be forgiven. I look' again, nor could their trace be found.

And sure if Fate some future bard shall join Critics I saw, that other names deface, In sad similitude of griefs to mine,

And fix their own, with labour, in their place: Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore, Their own, like others, soon their place resign'd, And image charms he must behold no more; Or disappear’d, and left the first behind. Such, if there be, who loves so long, so well, Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone, Let him our sad, our tender story tell !

But felt the approaches of too warm a sun; The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost; For Fame, impatient of extremes, decays IIe best can paint them who shall feel them most! Not more by envy than excess of praise.

Yet part no injuries of heav'n could feel,

Like crystal faithful to the graven steel: THE TEMPLE OF FAME. The rock's high summit, in the temple's shade,

Nor heat could melt, nor beating storm invade. Written in the Year 1711.

Their names inscrib'd unnumber'd ages past,

From time's first birth, with time itself shall last ; ADVERTISEMENT.

These ever new, nor subject to decays, The hint of the following piece was taken from Chau- Spread, and grow brighter with the length of days.

cer's llouse of Fame. The design is in a manner en. So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost) tirely allered, the descriptions and most of the particu- Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast ; lar thoughts my own; yet I could not suffer it to be Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away, printed without this acknowledgment. The reader And on the impassive ice the lightnings play; who would compare this with Chaucer, may begin Eternal snows the growing mass supply, with his third book of Fame, there being nothing in

Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky; the first two books that answers to their title. The poem is introduced in the manner of the Provencal As Atlas fix'd, each hoary pile appears,

poets, whose works were for the most part visions, or The gather'd winter of a thousand years. pieces of imagination, and constantly descriptive. On this foundation Fame's high temple stands; From these, Petrarch and Chaucer frequently borrow. Stupendous pile! not rear'd by mortal hands. ed the idea of their poems. See the Trionfi of the Whate'er proud Rome or Artful Greece beheld, former, and the Dream, Flower and the Leaf, &c. of Or elder Babylon, its frame excell'd. the latter. The author of this, therefore, chose the Four faces had the dome, and every face same sort of exordium.

Of various structure, but of equal grace:

Four brazen gates, on columns lifted high,

Salute the different quarters of the sky.
In that soft season, when descending showers Here fabled chiefs, in darker ages born,
Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flowers; Or worthies old, which arms or arts adorn,
When opening buds salu the welcome day, Who cities rais'd, or tam'd a monstrous race,
And earth relenting, feels the genial ray;

The walls in venerable order grace :
As balmy sleep had charm'd my cares to rest, Heroes in animated marble frown,
And love itself was banish'd from my breast, And legislators seem to think in stone.
(What time the morn mysterious visions brings, Westward, a sumptuous frontispiece appear'd,
While purer slumbers spread their golden wings,) On Doric pillars of white marble rear'd,
A train of phantoms in wild order rose,

Crown'd with an architrave of antique mould, And join'd, this intellectual scene compose. And sculpture rising on the roughen'd gold.

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In shaggy spoils here Theseus was beheld, Graved o'er their seats the form of Time was found,
And Perseus dreadful with Minerva's shield; His scythe reversed, and both his pinions bound.
There great Alcides, stooping with his toil, Within stood heroes, who through loud alarms.
Rests on his club, and holds th' Hesperian spoil: In bloody fields pursued renown in arms.
Here Orpheus sings; trees moving to the sound High on a throne with trophies charged I view'd
Start from their roots, and form a shade around: The youth that all things but himself subdued ;
Amphion there the loud creating lyre

His feet on sceptres and tiaras trod,
Strikes, and beholds a sudden Thebes aspire ! And his horn'd head belied the Lybian god.
Cythæron's echoes answer to his call,

There Cæsar, graced with both Minervas, shone ; And half the mountain rolls into a wall :

Cæsar, the world's great master, and his own;
There might you see the lengthening spires ascend, Unmoved, superior still in every state,
The domes swell up, the widening arches bend, And scarce detested in his country's fate.
The growing tow'rs, like exhalations, rise,

But chief were those, who not for empire fought, And the huge columns heave into the skies. But with their toils their people's safety bought :

The eastern front was glorious to behold, High o'er the rest Epaminondas stood; With diamond Aaming, and barbaric gold.

|Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood; There Ninus shone, who spread the Assyrian fame, Bold Scipio, saviour of the Roman state, And the great founder of the Persian name: Great in his triumphs, in retirement great; There in long robes the royal magi stand,

And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught mind Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand:

With boundless power unbounded virtue join'd, The sage Chaldæans rob'd in white appear'd, His own strict judge, and patron of mankind. And Brachmans, deep in desert woods rever'd. Much-suffering heroes next their honours claim, These stopp'd the moon, and call'd th'unbodied shades Those of less noisy, and less guilty fame, To midnight banquets in the glimmering glades ; Fair virtue's silent train : supreme of these Made visionary fabrics round them rise,

Here ever shines the godlike Socrates ; And airy spectres skim before their eyes;

He whom ungrateful Athens could expel, Of talismans and sigils knew the power,

At all times just, but when he sign'd the shell: And careful watch'd the planetary hour.

Here his abode the martyr'a Phocion claims, Superior, and alone, Confucius stood,

With Agis, not the last of Spartan names : Who taught that useful science—to be good. Unconquer'd Cato shows the wound he tore, But on the south, a long majestic race

And Brutus his ill genius meets no more. Of Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace,

But in the centre of the hallow'd choir, Who measured earth, described the starry spheres, Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire ; And traced the long records of lunar years. Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand, High on his car Sesostris struck my view,

Hold the chief honours, and the fane command Whom scepter'd slaves in golden harness drew : High on the first, the mighty Homer shone ; His hands a bow and pointed javelin hold:

Eternal adamant composed his throne ; His giant limbs are arm'd in scales of gold.

Father of verse! in holy fillets dress'd, Between the statues obelisks were placed,

His silver beard waved gently o'er his breast; And the learn'd walls with hieroglyphics graced. Though blind, a boldness in his looks appears ;

Of Gothic structure was the northern side, In years he seem'd but not impair’d by years. O'erwrought with ornaments of barbarous pride. The wars of Troy were round the pillar seen; There huge Colosses rose, with trophies crown'd, Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian queen; And Runic characters were graved around.

Here Hector glorious from Patroclus' fall, There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes,

Here dragg'd in triumph round the Trojan wall. And Odin here in mimic trances dies.

Motion and life did every part inspire, There on rude iron columns, smear'd with blood, Bold was the work, and proved the master's fire; The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood; A strong expression most he seem'd t' affect, Druids and Bards (their once loud harps unstrung) And here and there disclosed a brave neglect. And youths that died to be by poets sung.

A golden column next in rank appear'd,
These and a thousand more of doubtful fame, On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd;
To whom old fables give a lasting name,

Finish'd the whole, and labour'd every part,
In ranks adorn'd the temple’s outward face; With patient touches of unwearied art;
The wall in lustre and effect like glass,

The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate,
Which, o'er each object casting various dyes, Composed his posture, and his look sedate ;
Enlarges some, and others multiplies :

On Homer still he fix'd a reverent eye, Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall,

Great without pride, in modest majesty. For thus romantic Fame increases all.

In living sculpture on the sides were spread The temple shakes, the sounding gates unfold, The Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead; Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold: Eliza stretch'd upon the funeral pyre; Raised on a thousand pillars wreathed around Æneas bending with his aged sire ; With laurel-foliage, and with eagles crown'd: Troy, flamed in burning gold, and o'er the throne Of bright transparent beryl were the walls,

· Arms and the man' in golden cyphers shone. The friezes gold, and gold the capitals ::

Four swans sustain a car of silver bright, As heaven with stars, the roof with jewels glows, With heads advanced, and pinions stretch'd for And ever-living lamps depend in rows.

flight: Full in the passage of each spacious gate,

Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode, The sage historians in white garments wait; And seem'd to labour with the inspiring god.

Across the harp a careless hand he flings,

|Thick as the bees that with the spring renew, And boldly sinks into the sounding strings. Their flowery toils, and sip the fragrant dew : The figured games of Greece the column grace, When the wing'd colonies first tempt the sky, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race.

O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly, The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run; Or, settling, seize the sweets the blossoms yield, The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone: And a low murmur runs along the field. The champions in distorted postures threat ; Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend, And all appear'd irregularly great.

And all degrees before the goddess bend: Here happy Horace tuned the Ausonian lyre The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage, To sweeter sounds, and temper'd Pindar's fire ; And boasting youth, and narrative old age. Pleased with Alcæus' manly rage to infuse Their pleas were different, their request the same : The softer spirit of the Sapphic muse.

For good and bad alike are fond of fame.
The polish'd pillar different sculptures grace; Some she disgraced, and some with honours crown'd;
A work outlasting monumental brass.

Unlike successes equal merits found.
Here smiling loves and Bacchanals appear Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns,
The Julian star and great Augustus here.

And undiscerning scatters crowns and chains.
The doves that round the infant poel spread

First at the shrine the learned world appear, Myrtles and bays, hung hovering o'er his head. And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer:

Here, in a shrine that cast a dazzling light, • Long have we sought to instruct and please man Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagyrite:

kind; His sacred head a radiant zodiac crown'd, With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind; And various animals his sides surround;

But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none, His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view

We here appeal to thy superior throne : Superior worlds, and look all nature through. On wit and learning the just prize bestow, With equal rays immortal Tully shone,

For fame is all we must expect below.' The Roman rostra deck'd the consul's throne : The goddess heard, and bade the Muses raise Gathering his flowing robe he seem'd to stand The golden trumpet of eternal praise : In act to speak, and graceful stretch'd his hand. From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound, Behind, Rome's Genius waits with civic crowns, That fills the circuit of the world around; And the great father of his country owns.

Not all at once as thunder breaks the cloud; These massy columns in a circle rise,

The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies ; By just degrees they every moment rise, Scarce to the top I stretch'd my aching sight, Fill the wide earth, and gain upon the skies. So large it spread, and swell’d to such a height. At every breath were balmy odours shed, Full in the midst proud Fame's imperial seat Which still grew sweeter, as they wider spread : With jewels blazed, magnificently great :

Less fragrant scents the unfolding rose exhales, The vivid emeralds there revive the eye,

Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.
The flaming rubies show their sanguine dye, Next these the good and just, an awful train,
Bright azure rays from lively sapphires stream, Thus on their knees address the sacred fane :
And lucid amber casts a golden gleam.

'Since living virtue is with envy cursed, With various-colour'd light the pavement shone,

And the best men are treated like the worst, And all on fire appear'd the glowing throne; Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, The dome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze, And give each deed the exact intrinsic worth.' And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.

Not with bare justice shall your acts be crown'd When on the goddess first I cast my sight, Said Fame, “but high above desert renown'd: Scarce seem'd her stature of a cubit's height;

Let fuller notes the applauding world amaze, Bat swellid to larger size the more I gazed,

And the loud clarion labour in your praise.' Till to the roof her towering front she raised. This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd With her, the temple every moment grew,

Preferr'd the same request, and lowly bow'd : And ampler vistas open'd to my view:

The constant tenour of whose well-spent days Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend, No less deserved a just return of praise. And arches widen, and long aisles extend. But straight the direful trump of slander sounds; Such was her form, as ancient bards have told, Through the big dome the doubling thunder bounds; Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold; Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies, A thousand busy tongues the goddess bears, The dire report through every region flies, A thousand open eyes, and thousand listening ears. In every ear incessant rumours rung, Beneath, in order ranged, the tuneful Nine And gathering scandals grew on every tongue. (Het virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine : From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke With eyes on Fame, for ever fix'd, they sing; Sulphureous flames and clouds of rolling smoke; For Fame they raise their voice, and tune the string; The poisonous vapour blots the purple skies, With time's first birth began the heavenly lays, And withers all before it as it flies. And last, eternal, through the length of days.

A troop came next, who crowns and armour Around these wonders as I cast a look,

wore, The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook, And proud defiance in their looks they bore : And all the nations, summond at the call,

· For thee,' they cried, 'amidst alarms and strife, From different quarters fill’d the crowded hall: We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life; Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard; For thee whole nations fill'd with fames and blood, In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd; And swam to empire through the purple flood.


Those ills we dared, thy inspiration own;

At the dread sound, pale mortals stood aghast, What virtue seem'd, was done for thee alone.' And startled nature trembled with the blast,

"Ambitious fools! the queen replied, and frown'd, This having heard and seen, some power unknown "Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd; Straight changed the scene, and snatch'd me from the There sleep forgot with mighty tyrants gone,

Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown ! Before my view appear'd a structure fair,
A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my sight, Its site uncertain, if in earth or air :
And each majestic phantom sunk in night.

With rapid motion turn'd the mansion round;
Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen: With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound:
Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Not less in number were the spacious doors,
'Great idol of mankind; we neither claim

Than leaves on trees, or sands upon the shores ; The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame!

Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day,
But, safe in deserts from the applause of men, Pervious to winds, and open every way.
Would die unheard-of as we lived unseen.

As flames by nature to the skies ascend,
* Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight As weighty bodies to the centre tend,
Those acts of goodness which themselves requite. As to the sea returning rivers roll,
O let us still the secret joys partake,

And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole;
To follow virtue e'en for virtue's sake.'

Hither, as to their proper place, arise
* And live there men, who slight immortal Fame ? All various sounds from earth, and seas, and skies,
Who then with incense shall adore our name? Or spoke aloud, or whisper'd in the ear;
But mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride, Nor ever silence, rest, or peace, is here.
To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes
Rise! Muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath; The sinking stone at first a circle makes ;
These must not sleep in darkness and in death.' |The trembling surface, by the motion stirr’d,
She said: in air the trembling music floats, Spreads in a second circle, then a third ;
And on the winds triumphant swell the notes ; Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance,
So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear, Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dance:
E'en listening angels lean from heaven to hear; Thus every voice and sound, when first they break,
To farthest shores the ambrosial spirit flies, On neighbouring air a soft impression make;
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies. Another ambient circle then they move;

Next these a youthful train their vows express'd, That, in its turn, impels the next above;
With feathers crown'd, with gay embroidery dress'd: Through undulating air the sounds are sent,
“Ilither,' they cried, 'direct your eyes, and see And spread o'er all the fluid element.
The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry;

There various news I heard of love and strife,
Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays; Of peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life,
Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days; Of loss and gain, of famine and of store,
Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing care Of storms at sea, and travels on the shore,
To pay due visits, and address the fair :

Of prodigies, and portents seen in air,
In fact, 'tis true, no nymphs we could persuade, Of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair,
But still in fancy vanquish'd every maid;

Of turns of fortune, changes in the state,
Of unknown dutchesses lewd tales we tell, The falls of favourites, projects of the great,
Yet, would the world believe us, all were well. Of old mismanagements, taxations new;
The joy let others have, and we the name, All neither wholly false, nor wholly true.
And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame. Above, below, without, within, around,

The queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies, Confused, unnumber'd multitudes are found,
And at each blast a lady's honour dies.

Who pass, repass, advance, and glide away; Pleased with the same success, vast numbers press'a Hosts raised by fear, and phantoms of a day: Around the shrine, and made the same request : Astrologers, that future fates foreshow, •What you,' she cried, “unlearn'd in arts to please, Projectors, quacks, and lawyers not a few; Slaves to yourselves, and e'en fatigued with ease, And priests, and party zealots, numerous bands, Who lose a length of undeserving days,

With home-born lies, or tales from foreign lands; Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought praise ? Each talk'd aloud, or in some secret place, To just contempt, ye vain pretenders, fall,

And wild impatience stared in every face. The people's fable, and the scorn of all.'

The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Straight the black clarion sends a horrid sound, Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; Loud laughs burst out, and bitter scoffs fly round; And all who told it added something new, Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud, And all who heard it made enlargements too ; And scornful hisses run through all the crowd. In every ear it spread, on every tongue it grew.

Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done, Thus flying east and west, and north and south, Enslave their country, or usurp a throne;

News travellid with increase from mouth to mouth. Or who their glory's dire foundation laid

So from a spark, that kindled first by chance, On sovereigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd; With gathering force the quickening fames advance; Calm thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, Till to the clouds their curling heads aspire, Of crooked counsels and dark politics :

And towers and temples sink in floods of fire. Or these a gloomy tribe surround the throne, When thus ripe lies are to perfection sprung, And beg to make the immortal treasons known. Full grown, and fit to grace a mortal tongue, The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire, Through thousand vents, impatient, forth they flow, With sparks that soem'd to set the world on fire. And rush in millions on the world below,

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