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Seill to new heights his restless wishes tow'r ; Should no disease thy torpid veins invade,
The plunder'd palace, or sequester'd rent;
What: gave great Villiers ioch'assassin's knife, With force resistless o'er the brave prevail.
For such in distant lands the Britons shine,
When I firstihe college rolls receive his name, Yet Reason frowns on War’s unequal gaine, The young enthusiast quits his case for fame; Where wasted nations raise a single name: Reitles burns the fever of renown,
And mortgag'd stites their grandsires wreaths Caught from the strong contagion of the gown: regret, O'er Bodley's dome his future lalors spread, From age to age in everlasting debt; And 1 Bacon's mansion trembles o'er his head. Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right conAre these thy views? proceed, illustrious youth, To rust on medals, or on stones decay. (vey And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth! On 4T what foundation stands the warriors Yet should thy soul indulge the gen'rous heat, pride, Till captive Science yields her last retreat ; How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray, A frame of adamiani, a soul of fire, And pour on misty Doubt resistless day: No dangers fright him, and no labors tire; Should no false kindnese lure to loose delight, O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright; lr.conquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain, No joys to him pacific scepires yield, Aud Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in rain; War sounds the trump, hie ru-bes to the field; Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart, Beholl surrounding hings their pow'r combine, Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart; And one capitulate, and one resight;
+ Ver. 114--132. | There is a tradition, that the study of friar Bacon, built on an arch over the bridge, will fall when a man greater than Bacon shall pass under it.
S A very learned divine and mathematician, fellow of New College Oxford, and rector of Okerton Dear Banbury. He wrote, among many others, a Latin Treatise, De Natura Cali, &c. in which he
attacked the sentiments of Scaliger and' Aristotle; not bearing to hear it urged that some things are 1 true in philosophy and false in divinity. He made above six hundred sermons on the harmony of the
Evangelists. Being unsuccessful in publishing his works, he lay in the prison of Bocardo at Oxford, and the king's-bench, till bishop Usher, Dr. Laud, Sir William Boswe!!
, and Dr. Pink, released him by paying his debts. He petitioned King Charles I. to be sent into Ethiopia, &c. to procure MSS. Having spoken in favor of monarchy and bishops, he was plaindered by the parliament forces, and twice carried away prisoner from his rectory; and afterwards had not a shirt to shift hiin in three months, unleis he borrowed it, and he died very poor in 1646. Ver. 193--110. Ver. 147.-167.
Peace courts his hand, but spreals her charms in Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,
And shuts up all the passages of joy : • Think nothing gain’d, he cries, till nought In vain their gifts their bounteous seasons pour, remain,
The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r • On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly, With listless eyes the dotard views the store, " And all be mine beneath the polar sky." He views, and wonders that they please no more ; The march begins in military state,
Now pall the tasteless ineats, and jovless wines, And nations on his eye suspended wait; And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns. Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain : Ile comes, norwant nor cold his course delay;- Nosounds, alas! would touch th' impervious ear, Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day: Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands, Nor lute nor lyre his feeble pow'rs attend, (near; And shows his iniseries in distant lands, Nor sweeter music of a virtuous friend : Condemn'd a needy supplicant to wait, But everlasting dictates crowd his torgue, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. Perversely grave, or positively wrong. But did not Chance at length her error mend? The still returning tale, or ling’ring jest, Did no subvertel empire mark his end ? Perplex the fawning nicce and pamper'd guest, Did riral monarchs give the fatal wound? While growing hopes scarce awe the gathering Or hostile millions press him to the ground? And scarce a legacy can bribe to hear; [sneei, His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, The watchful guests still hint the last offence, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; The daughter's petulance, the son's expence, He leti the naine, at which the world grew pale, Improve his heady rage with treach'rous skill, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
And mould his passions till they make his will. All* times theirscenes of pompous woes afford, Unnumber'd maladies his joints invade, From Persia's tyrant, to Bavaria's lord. Lay siege to life, and press the dire blockade; In gay hostility, and barlı'rous pride,
But unextinguish'd Av'rice still remains, fith half mankind embattl'd at his side, And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; Great Xerxes comes to seise the certain prey, He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, And starves exhausted regions in his way; His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Attendant Flatı'ry counts his myriads o'er, Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Till counted inyriads sooth his pride no more ; Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies. Fresh praise is try'd till madness fires his mind, But grant, the virtues of a temp’rate prime The waves he lashes, and enchains the wind; Bless with an age exempt from scorn or crime; New pow'rs are claim'd, new pow’rs are still An age that melts with imperceir'd decay, bestow'd,
And glides in modest innocence away; Till rude resistance Inps the spreading god ; Whose peaceful day Beverolence endears, The daring Greeks deride the martial show, Whose night congratulating Conscience cheers; And heap iheir vallies with the gaudy foe; The gen'ral favorite as the gen'ral friend : 'Th'insulted sea with liumbler thoughts he zains, Such age there is, and who shall wish its end? A single skiff to speed his flight remains : Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune Aings, Tl'incumberdoar scarce leaves the dreaded coast To press the weary minutes flagging wings; Thro' purple billows and a floating host. New sorrow rises as the day returns,
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour, A sister sickens, or a daughter mourns. Tries the dread sunnits of Cæsarean pow'r, Now kindred Nierit fills the sable bier, With mexpected legions bursts away, Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear. And sees defenceless realms receive his
Year chases year, decay pursues decay, Short sway! fair Austria spreads her mournful Suill drops some joy from with’ring life away; charnis,
New forms arise, and diff'rent views engage, The queen, the beauty, sets the world in arms; Superfluous lags the vet'ran on the stage, From bill to hill the beacou's rousing blaze Till pitying Nature signs the last release, Spreads wide the hope of plander and of praise; And bids arhicted worth retire to peace. The fierce Croatian, and the wild Hussar, But few there are whom hours like these await, With all the sons of rarage crowd the war ; Who set unclouded in the gulphs of Fate. The b:fded prince in honor's flatt'ring bloom From Lydia's inonarch should the scarch descend, Of listy greatness finds the fatal dooin, By Solon caution d to regard his end, !Iis foes derision, and his subjects blame, In life's last scene what prodigies surprise, And sicals to death from anguish and from shame. Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise!
· Enlarge t my life with multitude of days ;' From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; And Swift cxpires a driv'ler and a show. [flow, Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, The I teeming mother, anxious for lier race, That life protracted is protracted woe. Begs for each birth the fortune of a face; • Ver, 165--187. + Ver. 188.--288.
Yet Vine could tell what ills from beauty spring: So oft lave tripp'd in her fantastic train,
l'or she was fiir beyond your brightest bloom; Whom joys with soft varieties invite,
(Tliis caryowns,since now her bicorn is tled), By day the frolic, and the dance by night,
Fair as the forms that, wove in Fancy's loom, If no frows with vanity, who smile with art,
Float in light vision round the poet's luad. And ask ihe latest fashion of the heart, Whencer with soft serenity she smil'd, What care, what rules your heedless charms
Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise,
llow sweetly mutable, how brigtily wild, Eachnymphyour rival, and each youthyourslave? The liquid lustre darled from her eyes ! Azainst your fame with fondness bate combines, Lachlook, each motion, wak'da new-born grace, The rival batters, and the lover inines.
That o'er her form its transient glory cast : With distant voice neglected Virtue calls, Some lovelier wonder soon usurp'd the place, Iris heard and less, the faint remonstrance fulls; Chas’d by a charm still lovelier than the last. Tird with contempt, she quils the slipp'ry rein, That bell again! It tells us what she is ; And Pride and Prudence take her seat in vain. In crowd at once, where none the pass defend, Luxuriant fancy, pause! an hour like this
On what she was, no more the strain prolong; The harmless freedoin, and the private friend. The guardians yield, by force superior ply'd;
Demands the tribute of a scrious song. ‘To Int'rest, Prúdence; and to Flati’ry, Pride. Varia clains it froin that sable bier, Here beauty falls betray'd, despis'd distrest,
Where cold and wan the slumb'rer rests her And hissing Infusny proclaims the rest.
head; Where* then shall Hope and Feartheir objects In still small whispers to reflection's car find?
She breathes the solenin dictates of the deal. Must dull Suspense corrupt the stagnant mind? O catch the awful notes, and lift them loud ! Must helpless man, in ignorance serate,
Proclain the theme by sage, by fool rever'd, Poll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Hear it, ye young, ye vain, je great, ye proud! Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise,
"Tis Vature speaks, and Nature will be heard. No cries invoke the inercies of the skies? Enquirer, cease, petitions yet remain
Tes; ve shall hear, and tremble as ye hear, Which Heav'n may hear nor deem religion vain; Een in the midst of plea-ure's inad e ireer; [lcal ;
While, high with health, your hearts exulting Sull raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to Heav'n the measure and the choice,
The mental monitor shall wake and weep! Safe in his pow'r, whoseeyes discern afar For say, than Coventry's propitious star, The secret ambush of a specious pray'r, What brightor planet on your births arose ? Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Or gave of fortune's gifts an ampler share, Secure whate'er he gives, he gives the best. In life to lavish, or by death io lose? l'et when the sense of sacred presence fires, Early to lose! While, borne on busy wing, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Ye sip the nectar of each varying bloom ; Pour forth ihy fervors for a healthful mind,
Nor fear, while basking in the beams of spring, Ordient passions, and a will resign'd;
The wirt'ry storm thatsweeps you to the tomb; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sov’reign o'er transmuted ill;
Think of her faic! revere the heavenly hand For faith, that, panting for a happier seat,
That led her hence, tho’soon by steps so slow; Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat:
Long at her couch Death took his patient stand, Those goods for man the laws of Heav'o ordain, And menac'd ost, and oft withheld the blow. These goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to To give reflection time, with lenient art, gain;
Each fond delusion from her soul 10 steal! With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind, Teach her from tolly peaceally to part, And inakes the Happiness she does not find. And vrean her troin a world she lord so well
Say, are you sure his mercy shall es tend $73. Elrgy on the Death of Lady Coventry Toy
you so long a span? Alas, ye sigh! [friend, Written in 1760. Mason. Make then, while yet ye may, your God
your Tue midnight clock has rolI'd and, hark
And learn with equal case to sleep or die! the bell
[found ? Norihink thelluse, whose sober voice ye hear, Of death beats slow ! heard ye the note pro
Contracts with bigot frown her sullen brow; It pauses notv; and now, with rising knell, Casts round religion's orb the mists of scar, [glow:
Flings to the hollow gale its sulleu sound. Or shades with horrorswhat with siniles should Yes - Coventry is deall. Attend the strain,
Non-she wonki wom you with scraphic fire, Daughters of Albion 1 ye that, light swit,
Heirs as ve are of bearen's eternal day;
Voule bid you bollly to that heaven aspire, • Ver, 3101.96S, Nor sink apei sluziber in rour cells of clav,
K now, ye were form'd to range von azure field, | Par un même destin il ne pensera plus !
In yon ethereal founts of bliss to lave: Non, rien n'est plus ceriain, soyous en convaincu. Force then, secure in faith's protection shield,
It is to this Epistle that the latter part of the Thesting from death, the vici ry from the grave! Elegy alludes. Is this the bigol's rant? Away, ye vain! (steep:
Your hopes, your fears, in doubt, in dullness ($ 76. Elogy to a young Notlerran leaving the Go sooth your souls in sickness, grief, or pain,
Unirersity. Mason. With the sad solace of eternal sleep! ERE vet, ingenuous youth, thy stepe retire (vale, Yet will I praise you, triflers as you are,
From Cain's smoothi inargin, and the peaceful
Where Science call’d thee to her studious quire, More thanthose preachers of your fav'ritecreed, Who proudly swell the brazen throat of war,
And inet thee musing in her cloisters pale; W'ho froni the phalanx, bid the battle bleed,
O let thy friend (and may he boast the name!)
Breathe from his artless reed one parting lay : Nor wish for more; who conquer but to die. A lay like this thy early virtues claiin,
Hear, Folly, hcar, and triumph in the tale! And this let voluntary friendship pay.
When all those virtues, op'ning now so fair, On pleasure's glitt'ring stream ye gaily steer Transplanted to the world's tempestuous clime,
Your little course to cold oblivion's shore; Must learn each passion's bwist'rous breath 10 They dare the storm, and thro'th'inclement year
bear; Sien the rough surge, and brave the torrent's There, if ambition, pestilent and pale,
Or luxury should taint their vernal glow; Is it for glory? That just Fate denies ; Jfcole sell-interest, with herchilling gale, [blow;
Long must the warrior moulder in his shroud, Should blast th' unfolding blossoms ere they Ere froin her trump the heaven-brea:h'd accents If minic hues, hy art or fashion spread,
That lift the hero from the fighting crowd: [rise Their genuine simple coloring should supply; Is it his grasp of empire to extend ?
O may with them these laureate honors fade, To curb uie fury of insuliing foes?
And with them (if it can) nry friendship die! Ambition, cease! the idle contest end : Then do not blame, if, tho' thyself inspire, "T'is but a kingdom thou canst win or lose. Cautious I strike the panegyric string;
The Murse full oft pursues a neteor fire, And why inust murder'il myriaels lose their all (If life be all), why desolation low'r
And, vainly vent'rous, soars on waxen wing: With fami-h'il frown on this aflrighted ball,
Too actively awake at friendship's voice, That thou mayst flame the meteor of an hour?
The poet's bosom pours the fervent strain,
Till sad reflection blames the hasty choice, Go, wiser ve, that flutter life awar,
And oft invokes oblivion's aid in vain. Crown with the mantlingjuicethegoblet high? Wcare the light dance, with festive freedom gay, Call use the shade of Pope from that blest how'r, und live your moment, since the next ye dic!
Wherethrond hesits with manya tuneful sage; Yet know, rain sceptics ! know, th’ Alınighty
Ask, if he ne'er bemoans that hapless hour
When St. John's naine illumin'd glory's page. Mind, Who breath'd on man a portion of his fire,
Ask, if the wretch, who dar'd his mem'ry stain ; Bade his free soul, by earth nor time contin'de
Ask, if his country's, his religion's foe, To heav'n, to ininortality aspire.
Deserv'd the ineed that Marlbro' fail'd to gain ; Nor shall the pile of hope his mercy rear'd
The deathless meed he only could bestow: By vain philosophy be c'er destroy'd :
The bard will tell thee, the misguicled praise Eternits, by all or wish'd or feard,
Clouds the celestial sunshine of his breast; Shall be by all or suffer'd or enjoy'd !
Ev'n now, repentant of his erring lays,
He heaves a sigh ainid the realus of rest. Vore. In a bonk of French versos, intitled, If Pope thro" friendship fail'd, indignant view, Ourte's du Philosophe de Sans Souci, and lately Yet pity, Dryden - hark, whene'er he sings, reprinted at Berlin by authority, under the title How adulation drops her courtly dew of Poesies Diverses, may be found an Episile to On titled rhymers and inglorious kings ! Marshal Keith, written professedly against the Sce, from the depths of his exhaustless mine, inmortality of the soul. By way of specimen of the whole, take the following lines :
His glitt'ring stores the tuneful spendthrift
throw's: De l'avenir, cher Keith, jugeons par le passé :
Where fear or int'rest bids, behold they shine ; Comine avant que je susse il n'avoit point pensé ;
Now grace aCromwell's, now aCharles'sbrows. De méine,après ina inort, quand toutes mes parties Born with too gen'rous or too mean a heart, Par la corruption seront anéanties,
Dryden! in vain to thee those stores were lent;
The sweetest numbers but a trilling art: Graceful, yet each with different grace they more
Thy strongest diction idly eloquent. This striking sacred awe; that,sofierwinning lore. The simplest lyre, if truth directs its lays, The first in native dignity surpass'd;
Warbles a mielody ne'er heard from thinc: Artless and unadorn'd she pleas'd the more ; Not to disgust with false or venal praise,
Healt) o'er her looks a genuine lustre cast; Was Parnell's modest fame, and may be mine. A vest more white than new-fallen snow she Go then, my friend, nor let thy candid brcast August she trod, yet modest was her air; [wore : Condemn me, if I check the plausive string; Siill she drew near, and nearer still more fair,
Serene her eye, yet darring heavenly fire; Go to the wayward world; complete the rest; Be what the purest Muse would wish to sing. Pleasure corrected with an awful fear;
More mild, appear'd: yet such as might inspire Be still thyself: that open path of truth, Majestically sweet, and amiably serere.
Which led thee here, let manhood firm pursue; The other dame seein'd even of fairer hue; Retain the sweet simplicity of youth; And all thy virtue dictates dare to do.
But bold her mien, unguarded rou'd her eye,
And her flush'd checks confess'd at nearer view Still scorn, with conscious pride, the mask of art, The borrow'd blushes of an artful dye.
On vice's front let fearful caution low'r; All soft and delicate, with airy swim
Lightly she danc'd along; her robe betray'd Of knaves that plot, and fools that fawn for Thro' the clear texture every tender limb, pow'r.
Height'ning the charms it only seem'd to shade. So, round thy brow when age's honors spread, And as it flow'd aclown, so loose and thin, [skin. When death's cold hand unstrings thy Ma-Herstature show'd morc tall,more:nowywbitcher son's lyre,
Oft with a smile she view'd herself askance; When the green turf lies lightly on his head, Even on her shade a conscious look she threw:
Thy worth shall some superior bard inspire: Then all around her cast a careless glance, He to the amplest bounds of time's domain To mark what gaziug eyes her beauty drew.
On raptures plume shall give thy name to fly; As they came near, before that other maid For trust, with rev'rence trust, this Sabine strain, Approaching decent, cagerly she press'd · The Muse forbids the virtuous man to die.' With hasty step; nor of repulse afraid, (dress'd;
With freedom bland the wond'ring youth ad77. The Choice of Hercules : from the Sweet as the honey-dew Aow'd her enchanting
With winning fondness on his neck she hung; Greek of Prodicus. Bp. Lowth.
tongue: Now had the son of Jore, mature, attain'd
The joyful prime; when youth, elate and gay, “ Dear Hercules, whence this unkind delay? Steps into life, and follows unrestrain'd (way.
Dear youth, what doubts can thus distract thy Where passion leads, or prudence points the Securely follow wher: I lead the way, [mind In the pure mind, at those ambiguous years,
And range thro' wilds of pleasure unconfin'd. Orvice, rank weed, first strikes her pois'nous With me retire from noise, and pain, and care, Or haply virtue's op'ning bud appears [root; Embath'd in bliss, and wrapt in endless ease:
By just degrees, fair bloom of fairest fruit! Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war; For, if on youth's untainted thought imprest,
Sniooth is my way, and all my paths are peace. The gen'rous purpose still shall warın the manly With me retiré, from toils and perils free, breast.
Leave honor to the wretch! pleasures were made As on a day, reflecting on his age
for thee. For highest deeds now ripe, Alcides sought “ Then will I grant thee all thy soul's desire; Retirement, nurse of contemplation sage, All that may charm thine ear, and please thy Step following step, and thought succeeding sight; thought;
All that the thought can frame, or wish require, Musing, with steady pace the youth pursued To steep thy ravish'd seoses in delight:
His walk, and lost in meditation stray'd The sumptuous feast, enhanc'd with music's Far in a lonely vale, with solitude
Fittest 10 tune the melting soul to love,(syurd, Conversing; while intent his mind survey'd Rich odors, breathing choicest sweets around; The dubious path of life: before him lay, [way. The frayrant bow'r, cool fountain, shady grove; Here virtue's tough ascent, there pleasure's flow'ry Fresh flosy'rs to strew thy couch, and crown thý Much did the view divide his wav'ring mind :
[thy bee. Now glow'd his breast with gen'rous thirst of Joy shall attend thy steps, and ease shall sír:ooth Now love of ease tosofter thoughts inclind [fame;" These will I freely, constantly supply,
Hisyielding soul,and quench'd the rising flame Pleasure's not earn'd with toil, nor mix'd with When, lo ! far off two female forms he spies : Far from thy rest repining want shall fly, [woe;
Direct to him their steps they seem to bear; Nor labor bathe in sweat thy careful brow. Both large and tall, exceeding hunan size ; Mature the copious harvest shall be thine, Both, far exceeding human beauty, fair. Let the laborious hind subdue the soil ;