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“There strange Commotion, naturally shown, Speaks on regardless that she speaks alone, - 33a Nor minds if they to whom she talks be near, Nor cares if that to which she talks can hear. The warmth of Anger dares an absent Foe; The words of Pity speak to tears of Woe; The Love that hopes, on errands sends the breez And Love despairing moans to naked trees.
“There stand the new Creations of the Muse, Poetic Persons, whom the Writers use Whene'er a cause magnificently great Would fix attention with peculiar weight. 342 . *Tis hence that humble Provinces are seen Transform'd to Matrons with neglected mien, Who call their Warriors in a mournful sound, And shew their Crowns of Turrets on the ground, While over Urns reclining Rivers moan They should enrich a nation not their own. *Tis hence the Virtues are no more confin’d To be but rules of reason in the mind; The heavenly Forms start forth, appear to breathe, And in bright shapes converse with men beneathiy. And, as a God in combat Valor leads, In council Prudence as a Goddess aids.
“There Exclamations all the voice employ
And then with tumult and surprize they roll,
“There rising Sentences attempt to speak, Which Wonder, Sorrow, Shame, or Anger, break; 3 & But so the Part directs to find the rest, That what remains behind is more than guess'd. Thus fill'd with ease, yet left unfinish’d too, The sense looks large within the Reader’s view : He freely gathers all the Passion means, And artful silence more than words explains. Methinks a thousand Graces more I See, And I could dwell—but when would thought be free? Engaging Method ranges all the band, And smooth Transition joins them hand in hand: *7% Around the music of my lays they throng, Ah, too deserving obječts of my song! Live, wondrous Palace, live secure of time, To Senses Harmony, to Souls sublime, And just Proportion all, and great Design, And lively Colors, and an Air divine.
* "Tis here that, guided by the Muses' fire, And fill'd with sacred thought, her Friends retire, Unbent to care, and unconcern'd with noise, To taste repose and elevated joys, .//cro Which in a deep untroubled leisure meet, Serenely ravishing, politely sweet. From hence the Charms that most engage they choose, And, as they please, the glittering obječts use;
While to their Genius, more than Art, they trust,
Hail, sacred Verse 1 ye sacred Muses 1 hail! Could I your pleasures with your fire reveal, The world might then be taught to know your right, And court your rage, and envy my delight. But, whilst I follow where your pointed beams My course directing shoot in golden streams, The bright appearance dazzles Fancy's eyes, And weary'd-out the fix’d Attention lies; Enough, my Verses, have you work'd my breast, I'll seek the sacred Grove, and sink to rest.” .2,
No longer now the ravish'd Poet sung, His voice in easy cadence left the tongue;
Nor o'er the music did his fingers fly,
o, Bolingbroke I O Favourite of the skies, O born to gifts by which the noblest rise, Improv’d in arts by which the brightest please, Intent to business, and polite for ease; Sublime in eloquence, where loud applause Hath stil'd thee Patron of a nation's cause. 44, 'Twas there the world perceiv'd and own'd thee great, Thence Anna call'd thee to the reins of State; “Go, said the greatest Queen, with Oxford go, And still the tumults of the world below, Exert thy powers, and prosper; he that knows – To move with Oxford, never should repose.”
She spake: the Patriot overspread thy mind, And all thy days to public good resign'd. Else might thy soul, so wonderfully wrought For every depth and turn of curious thought, 4.3% To this the Poet’s sweet recess retreat, And thence report the pleasures of the seat, Describe the raptures which a Writer knows, When in his breast a vein of fancy glows, Describe his business while he works the mine, 2 Describe his temper when he sees it shine, Or say, when Readers easy verse insnares, How much the Writer’s mind can ačt on theirs: Whence images, in charming numbers set, A sort of likeness in the soul beget, 44%
And what fair visions oft we fancy nigh
Oh, what a sweet confusion what surprize t_
Ye Sons of Glory, be my first appeal, ~ If here the power of lines these lines reveal. When some great youth has with impetuous thought Read o'er achievements which another wrought,