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And the whole eastern ocean, waving far
As eye could dart its vilion, nobly check'd.
While in extended battle, at the field
Of Marathon, my keen ATHENIANS drove
Before their ardent band an host of slaves.

Hence thro' the continent ten thousand GREEKS
Urg'd a retreat, whose glory not the prime
Of victories can reach. Desarts, in vain,
Oppos'd their course; and hostile lands, unknown;
And deep rapacious floods, dire bank'd with death; 190
And mountains, in whose jaws destruction grin'd;
Hunger, and toil; Armenian snows, and storms;
And circling myriads still of barbarous foes.
GREECE in their view, and glory yet untouch'd,
Their steady column pierc'd the scattering herds 195
Which a whole empire pour’d; and held its way
Triumphant, by the * SAGE-EXALTED CHIEF
Fir'd and suitain'd. Oh light and force of mind,
Almost almighty in severe extremes !
The sea at last from Golchiar inountains seen, 200
Kind-hearted transport round their captains threw
The soldier's fond embrace; o'erflow'd their eyes
With tender floods, and loos’d the general voice
To cries resounding loud, The fea! The fea!

In Attic bounds hence heroes, fages, wits, : 205 Shone thick as stars, the milky way of GREECE! And tho'gay wit, and pleasing grace was theirs, All the soft modes of elegance and ease, Yet was not courage less, the patient touch Of toiling art, and difquisition deep.

My Spirit pours a vigour thro' the soul, Th’unfetter'd thought with energy inspires,






Invincible in arts, in the bright field
Of nobler Science, as in that of Arms.
ATHENIANS thus not less intrepid burst

The bonds of tyrant darkness, than they spurn'd
The Persian chains : while thro’ the city, full
Of mirthful quarrel and of witty war,
Inceffant struggled taste refining tafte,
And friendly free discussion, calling forth

220 From the fair jewel Truth its latent ray. O'er All shone out the great * ATHENIAN SAGE, And Father of Philosophy: the fun, From whose wbite blaze emerg'd, each various sect *Took various teints, but with diminish'd beam. 225 Tutor of ATHENS he, in every street, Dealt priceless treasure : goodness his delight, Wisdom his wealth, and glory his reward. Deep thro' the human heart, with playful art, His fimple question stole; as into truth,

230 And serious deeds, he smild the laughing race ; Taught moral happy life, whate'er can bless, Or grace

mankind; and what he taught he was. Compounded high, tho' plain, his doctrine broke In different SCHOOLS: The bold poetic phrase 235 Of figur'd PLATO; XENOPHON's pure strain, Like the clear brook that steals along the vale ; Dissecting truth, the STAGYRITE's keen eye; Th' exalted $Toic pride ; the Cynic sneer ; The flow-confenting. ACADEMIC doubt ;

240 And, joining bliss to virtue, the glad ease Of EPICURUS, feldom understood. They, ever-candid, reafon still oppos'd To reason; and, lince Virtue was their aim,



Each by pure practice try'd to prove his way 243
The best. Then stood untouch'd the folid base
Of liberty, the Liberty of Mind.
For systems yet, and soul-enslaving creeds
Slept with the monsters of succeeding times.
From priestly darkness fprung th’enlightening arts 250
Of fire, and sword, and rage, and horrid names.

O GREECE! thou fapient Nurse of FINER ARTS,
Which to bright Science blooming Fancy bore,
Be this thy praife, that Thou, and thou alone
In These haft led the way, in These excell'd, 255
Crown'd with the laurel of assenting Time.

In thy full language, speaking mighty things,
Like a clear torrent close, or else diffus’d
A broad majestic stream, and rowling on
Thro' all the winding harmony of sound,

In it the power of ELOQUENCE, at large,
Breath'd the perfuafive or pathetic foul;
Still'd by degrees the Democratic storm,
Or bade it threatening rises and týrants shook,
Flush'd at the head of their victorious Croops. 265
In it the Muse, her fury never quench'd
By mean unyielding phrafe, or jarring found:
Her unconfin's Divinity display'd;
And, still barmonious, form'd it to her will:
Or foft depress' it to the shepherd's moan, 270
Or rais'd it swelling to the tongue

of Gods. Heroic Song was thine ; the * FOUNTAIN-BARD, Whence each poetic stream derives its course. Thine the dread Moral Scene, thy chief delight! Where idle Fancy durft not mix her voice, 275 When Reason (poke august; the fervent heart.



Or plain'd, or storm'd; and in th' impassion'd man,
Concealing art with art, the poet funk.
This potent school of manners, but when left
To loose neglect, a land corrupting plague, 280
Was not unworthy deem'd of public care,
And boundless coít, by thee; whose every son,
Even last mechanic, the true taste poffess’d
Of what had flavour to the nourish'd soul.

The sweet enforcer of the poet's strain, 285
Thine was the meaning Music of the heart.
Not the vain trill, that, void of passion, runs
In giddy mazes, tickling idle ears;
But that deep-searching voice, and artful hand,
To which respondent shakes the varied soul. 290

Thy fair ideas, thy delightful forms, By Love imagin'd, by the Graces touch'd, The boast of well-pleas'd Nature, SCULPTURE seiz'd, And bad them ever smile in Parian stone. Selecting Beauty's choice, and that again 295 Exalting, blending in a perfect whole, Thy workmen left even Nature's self bebind. From those far different, whose prolific hand Peoples a nation ; they for years on years, By the cool touches of judicious toil,

300 Their rapid genius curbing, pour'd it all Thro' the live features of one breathing stone. There, beaming full, it fhone, expressing Gods: Jove's awful brow, Apollo's air divine, The fierce atrocious frown of lipew'd Mars, 303 Or the fly graces of the Gyprian Quren : Minutely perfect all! Each dimple funk,

muscle swell’d, as nature taught. In tresses, braided gay, the marble wav'd; Flow'd in loose rebes, or thin transparent veils; 310



And every


Sprung into motion ; foften'd into Aleh ;
Was fir'd to Passion, or refin'd to Soul.

Nor less thy PENCIL, with creative touch,
Shed mimic life, wben all thy brightest dames,
Assembled, Zeuxis in his HELEN mix'd :
And when APELLES, who peculiar knew
To give a grace that more than mortal smil'd,
The Soul of Beauty! call’d the Queen of Love,
Fresh from the billows, blushing orient charms.
Even such enchantinent then thy pencil pour'd, 320
That cruel-thoughted War th' impatient torch
Dash'd to the ground; and, rather than destroy
The * patriot picture, let the city scape.

First elder Sculpture taught her Sister Art Correct design ; where great ideas shone, 325 And in the secret trace expression spoke : Taught her the graceful attitude ; the turn, And beauteous airs of head ; the native act, Or bold, or easy; and, cast free behind, The swelling mantle's well-adjusted flow, : 330 Then the bright Muse, their eldest Sister, came ; And bade her follow where she led the way : Bade earth, and sea, and air, in colours rise ; And copious action on the canvas glow : Gave her gay Fable; spread Invention's store ; 335 Inlarg'd her View,; taught Coinposition high, And just Arrangement, circling round one point, That starts to fight, binds and commands the whole : Caught from the heavenly Mufe a nobler aim,

When Demetrius besieged Rhodes, and could have redučed the city, by setting fire to that quarter of it where food the house of the celebrated PROTOGENES; he chose rather to saise the fiege, than hazard the burning of a famous picture called JA'S Y L UŞ, a inakerpiece of that painter, is will


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