Attend. But chief, thou Naiad, wont to lead Can see thy drooping head, thy withering bloom; That pitying Muse shall breathe her tenderest To teach the echoes thy disastrous fate. [strain, 'Twas where yon beeches' crowding branches closed, What time the dogstar's flames intensely burn, In gentle indolence composed, Reclined upon thy trickling urn, Slumbering thou lay'st, all free from fears; No friendly dream foretold thine harm; When sudden, see, the tyrant Art appears, To snatch the liquid treasures from thine arm. Art, Gothic Art has seized thy darling vase: That vase which silver-slipper'd Thetis gave, For some soft story told with grace, Among the' associates of the wave; When, in sequester'd coral vales, While worlds of waters roll'd above, The circling seanymphs told alternate tales Of fabled changes, and of slighted love. D 2 Ah! loss too justly mourn'd: for now the fiend Has on yon shell-wrought terrace poised it high; And thence he bids its streams descend, With torturing regularity. From step to step, with sullen sound, The forced cascades indignant leap; Now sinking fill the bason's measured round; There in a dull stagnation doom'd to sleep. Where now the vocal pebbles' gurgling song? The rill slow dripping from its rocky spring? What free meander winds along, Or curls when Zephyr waves his wing? The ravish'd vase; oh, give me to restore Shall wildly warble, as they please, Where Thou and Nature bid them rove, To bring his coral spoils from far: Nor will I delve yon yawning mountain's side, For latent minerals rough, or polish'd spar: But antique roots, with ivy dark o'ergrown, Steep'd in the bosom of thy chilly lake, Thy touch shall turn to living stone; Grant that, at evening's sober hour, Kind Naiad, let thy pitying stream ODE III. ON LEAVING ST. JOHN'S COLLEGE, CAMBRidge. 1746. GRANTA, farewell! thy time-ennobled shade There still shall Gratitude her tribute pay Shall Powell's various virtues rise. These waked the bold Socratic thought, and Its simple beauties in the splendid vest [dress'd Of Plato's diction: These were seen Full oft on academic green; Full oft where clear Ilissus warbling stream'd; Bright o'er each master of the mind they beam'd, Inspiring that preceptive art Which, while it charm'd, refined the heart, And with spontaneous ease, not pedant toil, Bade Fancy's roses bloom in Reason's soil. The fane of Science then was hung With wreaths that on Parnassus sprung; And in that fane to his encircling youth The Sage dispensed the' ambrosial food of Truth', And mingled in the social bowl Friendship, the nectar of the soul. 1 It was by the advice of Dr. Powell, the author's tutor at St. John's College, that Musæus was published. 2 Alluding to the EYMПOZIA, particularly Zenophon's respecting the moral songs of the Greeks.-See Dr. Hurd's note on the 219th verse of Horace's Art of Poetry, vol. i. p. 173, 4th edit. Meanwhile accordant to the Dorian lyre, Moved in chaste Order's graceful round. Thus, Athens, were thy freeborn offspring train'd To act each patriot part thy laws ordain'd; Thus, void of magisterial awe, Each youth in his instructor saw Those manners mild, unknown in modern school, ODE IV. ON EXPECTING TO RETURN TO CAMBRIDGE, 1780.1. I. 1. WHILE Commerce, riding on thy refluent tide, Thy genuine sons the pinnace light unmoor, oar, To pilot the rich freight o'er each insidious sand; In the interval between the dates of the preceding Ode and of this, the author had been unexpectedly nominated by the Fellows of Pembroke Hall to a vacant Fellowship. See Memoirs of Mr. Gray, vol. iii. p. 70, edit. 1778. |