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Earth shakes her nodding towers, the The gnomes direct, to every atom just, ground gives way,
The pungent grains of titillating dust. And the pale ghosts start at the flash of Sudden with starting tears each eye o'erday!
85 Triumphant Umbriel on a sconce's And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. height
“Now meet thy fate,” incensed Belinda Clapped his glad wings, and sat to view cried, the fight:
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side. Propped on their bodkin-spears, the (The same, his ancient personage to deck, sprites survey
Her great great grandsire wore about his The growing combat, or assist the fray.
90 While through the press enraged Thales In three seal-rings; which after, melted tris flies,
down, And scatters death around from both her Formed a vast buckle for his widow's eyes,
gown; A beau and witling perished in the throng, Her infant grandame's whistle next it One died in metaphor, and one in song. 60 grew, “O cruel nymph! a living death I bear," The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew; Cried Dapperwit, and sunk beside his Then in a bodkin graced her mother's chair.
hairs, A mournful glance Sir Fopling upwards Which long she wore, and now Belinda cast,
wears.) “Those eyes are made so killing”-was “Boast not my fall,” he cried, "insulthis last.
ing foe! Thus on Mæander's flowery margin lies 65 Thou by some other shalt be laid as Th' expiring swan, and as he sings he low;
Nor think to die dejects my lofty mind: When bold Sir Plume had drawn All that I dread is leaving you behind! 100 Clarissa down,
Rather than so, ah, let me still survive, Chloe stepped in, and killed him with a And burn in Cupid's flames—but burn frown;
alive." She smiled to see the doughty hero slain, | “Restore the lock!” she cries; and all But, at her smile, the beau revived again. around Now Jove suspends his golden scales in “Restore the lock!” the vaulted roofs reair,
71 bound. Weighs the men's wits against the lady's Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain 105 hair;
Roared for the handkerchief that caused The doubtful beam long nods from side his pain. to side;
But see how oft ambitious aims are At length the wits mount up, the hairs I crossed, subside.
And chiefs contend till all the prize is See, fierce Belinda on the Baron flies, 75 lost! With more than usual lightning in her The lock, obtained with guilt, and kept eyes;
with pain, Nor feared the chief th' unequal fight to | In every place is sought, but sought in
IIO Who sought no more than on his foe to With such a prize no mortal must be die.
blessed. But this bold lord, with manly strength So Heaven decrees! With Heaven who can endued,
contest? She with one finger and a thumb subdued: | Some thought it mounted to the lunar Just where the breath of life his nostrils sphere, drew,
81 Since all things lost on earth are treasured A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw; there.
There heroes' wits are kept in ponderous When those fair suns shall set, as set they vases,
must, And beaux' in snuff-boxes and tweezer | And all those tresses shall be laid in dust; cases;
This lock the Muse shall consecrate to There broken vows and death-bed alms fame, are found,
And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's And lovers' hearts with ends of riband name.
150 bound; The courtier's promises, and sick man's prayers,
AN ESSAY ON MAN The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs;
From Book I Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a' Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner flea,
things Dried butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. To low ambition, and the pride of kings. But trust the Muse-she saw it upward Let us (since life can little more supply rise,
Than just to look about us and to die) Though marked by none but quick, poetic Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; 5 eyes:
A mighty maze! but not without a plan; (So Rome's great founder to the heavens A wild, where weeds and flowers promiswithdrew,
cuous shoot; To Proculus alone confessed in view) Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit. A sudden star, it shot through liquid air, Together let us beat' this ample field, And drew behind a radiant trail of hair. | Try what the open, what the covert yield; Not Berenice's locks first rose so bright, The latent tracts, the giddy heights, exThe heavens bespangling with dishevelled plore light.
- 130 Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; The sylphs behold it kindling as it flies, Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And pleased pursue its progress through And catch the manners living as they rise; the skies.
Laugh where we must, be candid where This the beau monde shall from the we can; Mall survey,
But vindicate the ways of God to man. And hail with music its propitious ray; I. Say first, of God above, or man beThis the blest lover shall for Venus low, take,
135 What can we reason, but from what we And send up vows from Rosamonda's lake. know? This Partridge soon shall view in cloud Of man, what see we but his station here, less skies,
From which to reason, or to which refer? 20 When next he looks through Galileo's Through worlds unnumbered though the eyes;
God be known, And hence th' egregious wizard shall fore 'Tis ours to trace him only in our own. doom
He who through vast immensity can The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. 140 pierce, Then cease, bright nymph! to mourn See worlds on worlds compose one unithy ravished hair,
verse, Which adds new glory to the shining Observe how system into system runs, 25 sphere!
What other planets circle other suns, Not all the tresses that fair head can What varied being peoples every star, boast,
May tell why Heaven has made us as we Shall draw such envy as the lock you are: lost.
But of this frame the bearings, and the For, after all the murders of your eye, 145 ties, When, after millions slain, yourself shall The strong connections, nice dependencies, die;
1 scour, range through.
Gradations just, has thy pervading soul 31 His knowledge measured to his state and Looked through? or can a part contain place, the whole?
His time a moment, and a point his space. Is the great chain, that draws all to agree, If to be perfect in a certain sphere, And drawn, supports, upheld by God, or What matter soon or late, or here or thee?
there? II. Presumptuous man! the reason The blest to-day is as completely so, 75 wouldst thou find,
35 | As who began a thousand years ago. Why formed so weak, so little, and so III. Heaven from all creatures hides blind?
the book of fate, First, if thou canst, the harder reason All but the page prescribed, their present guess,
state: Why formed no weaker, blinder, and no From brutes what men, from men what less?
spirits know: Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are Or who could suffer being here below? 80 made
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Taller or stronger than the weeds they Had he thy reason, would he skip and shade;
play? Or ask of yonder argent fields above, Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove. food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his
blood. Respecting man, whatever wrong we Oh, blindness to the future! kindly given, call,
That each may fill the circle marked by May, must be right, as relative to all.
86 In human works, though labored on with Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, pain,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, A thousand movements scarce one purpose Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, gain;
And now a bubble burst, and now a In God's, one single can its end produce; 55 world.
90 Yet serves to second too some other use. Hope humbly then; with trembling So man, who here seems principal alone,
pinions soar; Perhaps acts second to some sphere un- | Wait the great teacher Death; and God known,
adore. Touches some wheel, or verges to some What future bliss, he gives not thee to goal:
know, 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole. 60 But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. When the proud steed shall know why Hope springs eternal in the human breast: man restrains
Man never is, but always to be, blest. 96 His fiery course, or drives him o'er the The soul, uneasy and confined from home, plains;
Rests and expatiates in a life to come. When the dull ox, why now he breaks the | Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored clod,
mind Is now a victim, and now Egypt's god; Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the Then shall man's pride and dullness com wind;
His soul proud science never taught to His actions', passions', being's, use and stray end;
Far as the solar walk, or milky way; Why doing, suffering, checked, impelled; | Yet simple nature to his hope has given, and why
Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler This hour a slave, the next a deity.
Heaven; Then say not man's imperfect, Heaven Some safer world in depths of woods emin fault;
braced, Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought: 70 | Some happier island in the watery waste,
Where slaves once more their native land Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, behold,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the No fiends torment, no Christians thirst trees, for gold.
Lives through all life, extends through all To be, contents his natural desire;
extent, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; | Spreads undivided, operates unspent, But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, In Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal His faithful dog shall bear him company. part,
275 IV. Go, wiser thou! and, in thy scale of As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, sense
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, Weigh thy opinion against Providence; | As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. Call imperfection what thou fanciest | To him no high, no low, no great, no such;
I small; Say, “Here he gives too little, there too He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals
much;” Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, I X. Cease then, nor order imperfection Yet cry, “If man's unhappy, God's un name: just;”
Our proper bliss depends on what we If man alone engross not Heaven's high blame. care,
Know thy own point: this kind, this due Alone made perfect here, immortal there, degree Snatch from his hand the balance and the Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows rod,
121 on thee. Re-judge his justice; be the god of God. Submit.—In this, or any other sphere, 285 In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear: All quit their sphere, and rush into the Safe in the hand of one disposing Power, skies.
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes; 125 All nature is but art, unknown to thee; Men would be angels, angels would be All chance, direction, which thou canst not gods.
290 Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
All discord, harmony not understood; Aspiring to be angels, men rebel:
All partial evil, universal good: And who but wishes to invert the laws And, spite of pride, in erring reason's Of order, sins against the Eternal Cause. 130 spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
IX. What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread,
From EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT Or hand to toil, aspired to be the head? 260 What if the head, the eye, or ear repined
- Were there one whose fires To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? True genius kindles, and fair fame inJust as absurd for any part to claim
spires, To be another, in this general frame; Blessed with each talent and each art to Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or please,
265 | And born to write, converse, and live with The great directing Mind of All ordains.
ease; All are but parts of one stupendous Should such a man, too fond to rule whole,
alone, Whose body nature is, and God the soul; Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the That, changed through all, and yet in all throne; the same,
View him with scornful, yet with jealous . Great in the earth, as in th’ ethereal eyes, frame,
And hate for arts that caused himself to . pleasure..
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil
leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to
sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reserved to blame, or to commend,
205 A timorous foe, and a suspicious friend; Dreading ev'n fools, by flatterers be
be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he!
THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by Thy breath;
Through this day's life or death.
Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
And that myself am blind;
This day be bread and peace my lot: 45
All else beneath the sun,
And let Thy will be done.
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will.
OLIVER GOLDSMITH (1728-1774)
THE DESERTED VILLAGE
What conscience dictates to be done, Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the Or warns me not to do,
plain; This, teach me more than hell to shun, 15 Where health and plenty cheered the That, more than heaven pursue.
Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, What blessings Thy free bounty gives, And parting summer's lingering blooms Let' me not cast away;
delayed: For God is paid when man receives; Dear lovely bowers of innocence and T' enjoy is to obey.
Seats of my youth, when every sport could Yet not to earth's contracted span
please, Thy goodness let me bound,
How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Or think Thee Lord alone of man,
Where humble happiness endeared each When thousand worlds are round.