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Obsequious to the Muse and me;
Oh ! sFeet insensibility ! Sister of peace and indolence,
Briog, Muse, bring numbers soft and slow, Elaborately roid of sense,
And sweetly thougbtless let them flow, Near some cowslip-painted mead,
There let me doze out the dull hours, And under me let Flora spread,
A sofa of her softest flow'rs.
Happy Muse, that didst embrace
Where, Philomel, your notes your breathe
Furth from behind the neighbouring pine, And murmurs of the stream beneath
Still now in unison with thine.
CONFINED IN A COLLEGE COURT,
For thee, O Idleness, the woes
ON AN EAGLE
Imperial bird, who wont to soar Or who th'hoarse thund'ring of the sea,
High o'er the rolling cloud, But to be idle at the last,
Where Hyperborean mountains hoar
Their heads in ether shroud ;-
Who, free and swift as thought, could'st rove
To the bleak north's extremest goal ;
Thou, who magnanimous could'st bear
And shake thy native pole !
Oh cruel fate! what barbarous hand,
What more than Gothic ire,
At some fierce tyrant's dread command, Lo fair Ethelinda's breast !
To check thy daring fire, FOL. XVI.
WEARING THEM IN HER BOSOMWRIT
Has plac'd thee in this servile cell,
See hear the storms tompestuous sweep Where discipline and dulness dwell,
Precipitate it falls—it fallsfalls lifeless in the Where genius ne'er was seen to roam ;
deep. Where ev'ry selfish soul's at rest,
Cease, cease, ye weeping youth, Nor ever quits the carnal breast,
Sincerity's soft sighs, and all the tears of truth. But lurks and sneaks at home!
And you, his kindred throng, forbear
Marble memorials to prepare, Tho' dim'd thine eye, and clipt thy wing
And sculptur'd in your breasts his busto wear. So gror'ling! once so great!
'Twas thus when Israel's legislator dy'd, The grief-inspired Muse shall sing
No fragile mortal honours were supply'd, In tend'rest lays thy fate.
But even a grave denied. What time by thee scholastic pride
Better than what the pencil's daub can give, Takes his precise, pedantic stride,
Better than all that Phidias ever wrought, Nor on thy mis'ry casts a care,
Is this that what he taught shall live, The stream of love ne'er from his heart
And what he liv'd for ever shall be taught Flows out, to act fair pity's part;
But stinks, and stagnates there.
Hail cherub of the highest Heav'n,
Of look divine, and temper ev'n, Who study downward on the ground;
Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien,
Of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry praise the queen!
Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth,
That friendship reigns, no interest can divide, ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF A
And great humility looks down on pride.
Oh! curse on slander's viprous tongue,
That daily dares thy merit wrong;
Ideots usurp thy title, and thy frame, 1,, like th’ Orphean lyre, my song could charm' Without or virtue, talent, taste, or name.
And light to life the ashes in the uru, Fate of his iron dart I would disarm,
Is apathy, is heart of steel, Sudden as thy disease should'st thou return, Nor ear to hear, nor sense to feel, Recalld with mandates of despotic sounds,
Life idly inoffensive such a grace, And arbitrary grief that will not hear of bounds. That it shou'd steal thy name and take thy But, ah ! such wishes, artless Muse, forbear;
place? 'Tis impotence of frantic love, Th’ enthusiastic flight of wild despair,
No—thou art active-spirit allTo hope the Thracian's magic power to prove. Swifter than lightning, at the call Alas! thy slender vein,
Of injur'd innocence, or griev'd desert, Nor mighty is to move, nor forgetive to feign, And large with liberality thy heart.
Impatient of a rein, Thou canst not in due bounds the struggling mea- Thy appetites in easy tides sures keep,
(As reason's luminary guides) -But tnon alas ! canst weep
Soft flow-no wind can work them to a storm, Thou canst—and o'er the melancholy bier
Correctly quick, dispassionately warm.
Yet if a transport thou canst feel
"Tis only for thy neighbours weal : [move, And hail the peaceful shade loos’d from its jrksome bold,
Great, generous acts thy ductile passions Now let me say thon’rt free,
And smilingly thou weep'st with joy and
Miid is thy mind to cover shame,
Averse to envy, slow to blame,
Bursting to praise, yet still sincere and free
From Nattery's fawning tongue, and bending plac'd
Thy love descends from man to beast,
Nought is excluded, little, or infirin,
Thou canst with greatness stoop to save a
Come, goddess, come with all thy charms, Next comes illiberal scrambling Ararice,
Then Vanity, and Affectation nice-
As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
And squeamishly she knits her scornful brow.
To thee, Ill-Nature, all the numerous group
With lowly reverence stoop-
They wait thy call, and mourn thy long delay,
Away-thou art infectious--haste away. OFFSPRING of folly and of pride, To all that's odious, all that's base allied ;
Nurs'd up by vice, by pravity misled, By pedant affectation taught and bred:
TO THE REVEREND AND LEARNED Away, thou bideous hell-born spright, Go, with thy looks of dark design,
Dr. IV EBSTER, Sollen, sour, and saturnine;
Occasioned by his Dialogues on Anger and ForFly to some gloomy shade, nor blot the goodly
giveness. light. Thy planet was remote, when I was born ;
ODE VII. 'Twas Mercury that ruld my natal morn, What time the Sun exerts his genial ray,
'Twas when the qmniscient creative pow's And ripens for enjoyment every growing day ; Display'd his wonders by a mortal's hand, When to exist is but to love and sing,
And, delegated at th' appointed hour, And sprightly Aries smiles upon the spring.
Great Moses led away his chosen band;
When Israel's host, with all their stores, There in yon lonesome heath,
Past thro' the ruby-tinctur'd crystal shores, Which Flora, or Sylvanus never knew,
The wilderness of waters and of land : Wbere nerer vegetable drank the dew,
Then persecution rag'd in Heav'n's own cause, Or beast, or fowl attempts to breathe;
Strict justice for the breach of Nature's laws, Wbere Nature's pencil has no colours laid ; The legislator held the scythe of fate, Bat all is blank, and universal shade;
Where'er his legions chanc'd to stray, Contrast to figure, motion, life and light,
Death and destruction mark'd their bloody There may'st thou vent thy spite,
way ; For ever cursing, and for ever curs'd,
Immoderate was their rage, for mortal was their Of all th' infernal crew the worst ;
hate. The worst in genius, measure and degree; For envy, hatred, malice, are but parts of thee. But when the King of Righteousness arose,'
And on the illumin'd east serenely smild, Or sould'st thou change the scene, and quit the He shune with meekest mercy on his foes,
Behold the Heav'n-deserted fen, [den, Bright as the Sun, but as the Moon-beams Where spleen, by vapours dense begot and bred,
mild; Hardness of heart, and heaviness of head,
From anger, fell revenge, and discord free, Hare rais'd their darksome walls, and plac'd their
lle bad war's hellish clangour cease, thorny bed;
In pastoral simplicity and peace, There may'st thou all thy bitterness unload, And show'd to man that face, which Moses could There may'st thou croak in cor.cert with the toad,
With thee the hollow howling winds shall join, Well hast thou, Webster, picturd Christian love, Nor shall the bittern ber base throat deny, The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with
And copied our great master's fair design, thine,
But livid Envy would the light remove, Th'ear-piercing hern, the plover sereaming high,
Or croud thy portrait in a nook malign Millions of humming gnats fit æstrum shall The Muse shall hold it up to popular view
Where the more candid and judicious few supply.
Shall thiuk the bright original they see, Asay-away--behold an hideous band
The likeness nobly lost in the identity. An berd of all thy minions are at hand, Suspicion first with jealous caution stalks, Oh hadst thou liv'd in hetter days than these, And ever looks around her as she walks,
F'er to excel by all was deem'd a shame! With b:bulous ear imperfect sounds to catch, Alas! thou hast no modern arts to please,
And prompt to listen at her neighbours latch. And to deserve is all thy empty claim.
Else thou’dst been plac'd, by learning, and by Poe to the rigins, and the poet's fame,
wit, A wither'd time-deflower'd old maid,
There, where thy dignify'd inferiors sit That ne’er enjoy'd love's cver sacred Hame. Oh they are in thcir generations wise,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look, Each path of interest they bare sagely trod, And elevates her hands and plods upon her To live-to thrive-o rise-and still to rise book.
Better to bow to men, than kncel to God.
Behold where poor unmansion'd Merit stands,
From the Zephyrs steal her sighs, All cold, and crampt with penury and pain ;
From thyself her sun-bright eyes; Speechless thro' want, she rears th' imploring
Then baffled, thou shalt see, hands,
That as did Daphne thee, And begs a little bread, but begs in rain ;
Fler charms description's force shall fly, While Bribery and Dullness, passing by, And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib’d Bid her, in sounds barbarian, starve and die.
To come within Invention's narrow eye; Away" (they cry) “we never saw thy But all indignant shun its grasp, and scorn to be
Now see the bridegroom rise,
Oh! how impatient are his joss! Who canst not buy a vote, nor hast a soul for
Bring zephyrs to depaint his voice, sale."
Bring lightning for his eyes. Oh Indignation, wherefore wert thou given,
He leaps, he springs, he thies into her arms, If drowsy Patience deaden all thy rage ?
With joy intense,
Feeds ev'ry sense,
And sultanates o'er all her charms.
Or sung like Pope, without a word in vain, So our free souls, fed with divine repast,
Then should I hope my numbers might con
tain, (Unmindful of low mortals mean employ) Shall taste the present, recollect the past,
Engaging nymph, thy boundless bappiness,
How arduous to express!
Such may it last to all eternity :
And may thy lord with thee,
Like two coeval pines in ida's grove,
That interweave their verdant arms in lore,
Each mutual office cheerfully perform,
And share alike the sunshine, and the storm; Descend, descend, ye sweet Aonian maids, And ever, as you flourish hand in hand, Leave i he Parnassian shades,
Both shade the shepherd and adurn the land,
Together with each growing year arise,
Iodissolubly link'd, and ciimb at last the skies, Than fiction can devise, or eloquence declare,
Your local tribnies bring.
Natura nusquam magis, quam in minimis tota
Ολιγον τε φιλαν τε. ΗοΜ.
Yrs, contumelious fair, you scom
The amorous dwarf that courts you to his arms, There spread a sofa of thy softest flowers,
But ere you leave him quite forlorn, There let the bridegioon stay,
And to sume youth gigantic yield your There let him hate the light, and curse the
Hear him-oh hear him, if you will not try, And blame the tardy hours.
And let your judgineni check th' ambition of
your eye. But see the bride-she comes with silent pace,
Full of majesty and love;
Say, is it carnage makes the man?
Is to be monstrous really to be great ? When erst ineffably she shone
Say, is it wise or just to scan
Your lover's worth by quantity or weight? In Venus' irresistible, enchanting zoue. Fhrebus,great gou of verse, the nymph observe, Ask your mamma and nurse, if it be so; Observe her well;
Nurse and mamma 1 ween shall jointly answer,
The less the body to the view,
Is all exertion, ever pew,
The soul (likesprings in closer durance pent)