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There Affectation, with a sickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen ; Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside, Faints into airs, and languishes with pride; On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe, Wrapt in a gown, for sickness and for show. The fair ones feel such maladies as these, When each new night-dress gives a new disease. A constant vapor o'er the palace flies, Strange phantoins rising as the mists arise; Diessful as hermits dreams in haunted shades, Or bright as visions of expiring maids : Now glaring fiends, and shakes on rolling spires, Pole spectres, gaping tombs, and purple fires; Now |. of liquid gold, Elysian scénes, And crystal domes, and angels and machines. Unliumber'd throngs on ev'ry side are seen Of bodies chang'd to various forms by Spleen. Iłere living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the spout: A pipkin there, like Homer's tripod, walks; Here sighs a jar, and there a goose-pye talks; so works, And inaids, turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks. Safe pass'd the Gnomethro' this fantastic band, A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand : Then thus address'd the Pow'r : — Hail, wayward Queen Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen : Parent of vapors, and of female wit, Who gives i. hysteric or poetic fit : On various tempers act, by various ways, Make some take physic, others scribble plays; Who cause the proud their visits to delay, And send the godly in a pet to pray. A Nymph there is, that all thy pow'r disdains, And thousand more in equal mirth maintains. But, oh! if c'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace QI raise a pimple on a beauteous face, o Like citron-waters matrons cheeks inflame, Q: change complexions at a losing game; If eer with hairy horns I planted heads, Or rumbled petticoats, or tumbled beds, Or caus'd suspicion when no soul was rude, Or discompos'd the head-dress of a prude, Qr c'er to costive lapdog gave disease, . Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease, Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin : That single act gives half the world the spleen. The goddess, with a discontented air, Seems to reject him, tho' she grant his pray’r. A wond’rous bag with both her hands she binds, Like that where once Ulysses held the winds; There she collects the force of female lungs, Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues, A vial next she fills with fainting fears, Soft sorrows, incling griefs, and flowing tears. The Gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to dav. Šunk in Thalestris' arms the Nymph he found, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound: Full 6'er their heads the swelling bag he rent, And all the Furies issued at the vent.

Belinda burns with more than mortal ire,
And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire. [cried.
O wretched maid she spread her hands, and
(While Hampton's echoes Wretched maid re-
Was it for this you took such constant care [plied)
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare 2
For this your Locks in paper durance bound,
For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around 2
For this with fillets strain'd your tender head,
And bravely bore the double loads of lead :
Gods ! shall the ravisher display your hair,
While the fops envy, and the ladies stare :
Honor forbid! at whose unrivall'd shrine
Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resigu.
Methinks already I your tears survey,
Already hear the horrid things they say;
Already sce you a degraded toast,
And all your honor in a whisper lost " ,
How shall I, then, your helpless fame defend:
"Twill then be infany to seem your friend
And shall this prize, th' inestimable prize;
Expos'd thro' crystal to the gazing eyes,
And heighten’d by the diamond's circling rays,
On that rapacious hand for ever blaze? -
Sooner shall grass in Hyde-park Circus grow.
And wits take lodgings in the sound ji. *
Sooner let carth, air, sea, to chaos fall ;
Men, monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perish all !
She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs,
And bids her beau demand the precious hairs;
(Sir Plume of alaber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane):
With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face,
He first the snuff-box open'd, then the case.
And thus broke out—“My Lord, why, what the
“ devil [“ must be civil
“Z—ds ! damn the Lock 'fore Gad, you
• * !." on't! 'tis pastajest–nay, prithee, pox? -
“Give her the hair?”—he spoke, and rapp'd
his box.
It grieves me much (replied the Peer again)
Who speaks so well o ever speak in vain;
But by this Loak, this sacred Lock, I swear,
(Which never more shall join its parted hair;
Which never more its honors o renew,
Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew),
That while my nostrils draw the vital air,
This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
He spoke, and speaking in-proud triumph j
The long-contended honors of her .
But Umbriel, hateful Gnoinc! forbear not so,
He breaks the vial whence the sorrows flow.
Then, see! the nymph in beauteousgriesappears,
Her eyes half-languishing half-drown'd in fears:
On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head,
Which with a sigh she rais'd, and thus she said."
For ever curs'd be this detested day, e
Which snatch'd my best, my favorite curlaway!
Happy, ah ten times happy, had I been,
If Hampton-Court these eyes had never seen :
Yet am not I the first mistaken maid •
By love of courts to num’rous ills betray'd.
Oh, had I rather unadmir'd remain'd
In some lone isle, or distant northern land:

Where the guilt chariot never marks the way,
Where none learn Ombre, none e'er taste bohea;
There kept my charms conceal’d from mortaleye,
Like roses that in desarts bloom and die.
What mov'd my mind withyouthful lords to roam?
O had I stay'd, and said my pray'rs at hourg's
"Twas this the morning ouiens seem'd to tell :
Thrice from my tremblinghand the patch-boxfell;
'The tott'ring China shook without a wind ;
Nay Poll sat nute, and Shock was most unkind!
A sylph too warn'd me of the threats of Fate
In mystic visions, now believ'd too late :
See the poor remnant of these slighted hairs :
My hand shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares:
These, in two sable ringlets taught to break,
Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck ;
The sister lock now sits uncouth alone,
And in its fellow's fate foresees its own ;
Uncurl’d it hangs, the fatal sheers demands,
And tempts once more thy sacrilegious hands.
Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seise
Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these 1
Canto v.

SHE said: the pitying audience melt in tears. But Fate and Jové had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris with reproach assails; For who can move when É. Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, While Anna begg'd, and Dido rag'd in vain. Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan; Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began : Say, whyare beautics prais'd and honor'd most, e wise man's passion, and the vain man's toast? Why deck'd with all that land and sea afford, Why angelscall'd,andangel-like ador'd? [beaux, Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd Why bows the side box from its in most rows : How vain are all these glories, all our o Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains: That men may say, when we the front-box grace, Behold the first in virtue as in face Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, £harm'd the small pox, or chas'd old age away, who would not scorn what housewift's cars produce, Or who would learn one earthly thing of use : To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint; Nor could it sur be such a sin to paint. But since, alas !! frail beauty must decay, Curl’d or uncurl’d, since locks will turn to grey; Since painted, or not painted, all shall fade; And .. who scorns a man must die a maid; What then remains, but well our pow'r to use, And keep good humor still, whate'er we lose And trust me, dear! good humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail, Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms surike the sight, but merit wins the soul. So spoke the dame, but no applause ensued; • Belinda frown'd, Thalestris ...; her Prude. To arms, to arms the fierce Virago cries, And swift as lightning to the combat flies.

All side in parties, and begin th'attack: scrack
loans clap, silks rustle, and tough whalebou.”
Heroes' and heroines' shouts confus'dly rise,
And bass and treble voices strike the skies.
No common weapons in their hands are found;
Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound.
So when bold Houer makes the gods engage,
And heavenly breasts with human passions rage,
'Gainst Pallas, Mars ; Latona, Hermes, anus;
And all Olympus rings with loud alarms;
Jove's thunder roars, i.eav'n trembles all around,
Blue Neptunestorms, thebellowingdeepsresound:
Earth shakes her nodding towo, in sound gives
And the paie ghosts start at the flash of day. [way,
Trium haist Umbric! on a sconce's height
Clapp'd his glad wings, and sat to view the fight:
Propt on their bodkin spears, the sprites survey
The growing combat, or assist the fray.
While thro' the pre-s enragod Thalestris stics,
And scatters death around from both her eyes,
A beau and willing perish’d in the throng;
One died in metaphor, and oue in song.
“Oh cruci ny ho ! a living death I bear,”
Cried Dapperwit, and sunk beside his chair.
Allmournful glance Sir Fopling upwards cost;
“Those cyes are made so killing!" was his last.
Thus on Meander's flow'ry margin lies
Th’ expiring Swan, and as he sings he dies.
When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down,
Chloe stepp'd in, and kill'd him with a frown;
She smil'd to see the doughty hero slain;
But, at her smile, the beau reviv'd again.
Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air,
Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair;
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side ;
At length the wits mount up, the liairs subside.
See fierce Belinda on the Baron flies,
With more than usual lightning in her cyes:
r sear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try,
'ho sought no more than on his foe to die.
But this bold lord, with manly strength endued,
She with one singer and a thumb subdued :
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
The Gnomes direct, to ev'ry aton just,
The pungent grains of titillating dust.
Sudden with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
Now meet thy fate, incens'd Belinda cricq,
And drew her deady bodkin from her side
(The same, his antient personage to deck,
Her great great-grandsire wore about his neck,
In three seal rings ; which, after melted down,
Form'd a vast buckle for his widow's gown:
Her infant grand-dames whistle next it grew,
The bells she jingled, and the whistle blew ;
Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs,
Which long she wore, and now Belinda wears).
Boast not my fall, he cried, insulting foe!
Thou by solue others shall be laid as low:
Northiik, to die dojects my lofty mind;
All that I dread is leaving you behind!
Rather than so, ah let me still survive,
And burn in Cupid's flaues—but burn alive.

Restore the Lock 1 she cries; and all around Restore the Lock: the vaulted roofs rebound. Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain Roar'd for the handkerchief that caus'd his pain. But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd, And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost The Lock, obtain'd with guilt, andkeptwithpain, In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: With such a prize no mortal must be blest, So heaven decrees! With heaven who can contest?

Some thought it mounted to the Lunar sphere, Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there. There hero's wits are kept in pond’rous vases, And beaux in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. Therebroken vowsand death-bed alms are found, And lovers' hearts with ends of ribbands bound; The courtier's promises, and sick man's pray'rs; The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea, Dried butterflies, and toines of easuistry.

But trust the Muse—she saw it upward rise, Tho' mark'd by none but quick poetic eyes:

So Rome's great founder to the heavens with

To Proculus alone confest in view. [drew,
A sudden star, it shot thro' liquid air,
And drew behind a radiant trail of hair.
Not Berenice's Locks first rose so bright,
The heaven's bespangling with dishevell'd light,
The Sylphs beheld it kindling as it flies,
And pleas'd pursue its progress thro' the skies.
This the Beau-mondé shall from the Mall sur-
And hail with music its propitious ray; [vey,
This the blest Lover shall for Venus take,
And send up vows from Rosanonda's lake.
This p. e soon shall view in cloudless skies,
When next . looks thro' Galilaeo's eyes;
And heuce th' egregious wizard shall foredoom
The fate of Louis and the fall of Rome.
Then cease, bright nymph! to inoura thyra-
... , vish'd hair,
Which adds new glory to the shining sphere!
Not all the tresses that fair head can i.
Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost.
For, after all the murders of your eye,
When, after millions slain yourself shall die;
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust;
This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars inscribePelinda's Inaline.

$11. Elegytotheosemory of an Unfortunate Lady.
What...beck'ning ghost along the moon-
light shade,
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Tis she 1-but why that bleeding bosom gord!
Why dimly gleams the visionary sword?
Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell,
Is it in heaven a crime to love too well?
To bear too tender or too firm a heart,
To act a Lover's or a Roman's part?
Is there no bright reversion in the sky
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?

Why bade ye else, ye pow'rs! her soul aspire Above the vulgar #. of low desire! Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes, The glorious fault of angels and of gods ! Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows. Most souls 'tis true, but peep out once an age, Dull, sullen prisoners in the body's cage; Dim lights of life, that burn a length of years, Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres; Like eastern kings, a lazy state they keep, And close confin'd in their own palace sleep. From these perhaps (ere Nature bid her die) Fate snatch'd her early to the pitying sky. z As into air the purer spirits flow, And separate from their kindred dregs below, So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race. But thou false guardian of a charge too good, Thou mean deserter of thy brother's bloods' See on these ruby lips the trembling breath, These cheeks, now fading at the blast of death; Collisthat breath which warm'd the world before, And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. Thus, if eternal Justice rules the bail, Thus shall your wives and thus yourchildrenfall; On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates; There passengers shall stand ; and pointing say (While the long fun'rals blacken all the way), Lo! these were they whose souls the Furiessteel'd, And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield, Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day ! So perish all whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good or melt at others' woe. What can atone, oh ever-injur'd shade: Thy sate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid? | No . complaint, no kind domestic tear, Pleas'd thy pale ghost, orgrac'dthymournfulbier: By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, Bystrangers honor'd, and by strangers Inourn'd : What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps then mourn a year. And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show; What tho' no weeping loves thy ashes grace. Nor polish'd oil. emulate thy face; * What tho' no sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb; Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dress'd, And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast. There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made. ..So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth and faine, How lov'd, how honor'd once, avails thee not, 1 To whom related, or by whom begot: A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be


Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear and mute the tuneful tongue. Fv'n he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays, Shall shortly want the gen’rous tear he pays; Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part, And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart; Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, The Muse forgot, and thou belov’d no more!

§ 12. Prologue to Mr. Addison's Tragedy of Cato.
- Pope.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
"To make mankind in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold :
For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage,
Commanding tears to stream thro’ ev'ry age;
Tyrants no more their savage nature kept,
And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Our Author shuns by vulgar springs to move
The hero's glory, or the virgin's love;
In pitying love we but our weakness show,
And wild ambition well deserves its woe.
Here tears shall flow from a moregen'rous cause,
Such tears as patriots shed for dying laws:
He bids your breasts with antient ardor rise,
And calls forth Roman drops from British eyes.
Virtue confest in human shape he draws,
What Plato thought, and godlike Cato was:
No common object to your sight displays,
But what with pleasure Heaven itself surveys—
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.
While Cato ..". little senate laws,
What bosom beats not in his country's cause:
Who sees him act, but envies ev'ry deed
Who hears him groan,and does not wish to bleed?
Ev’n when o Caesar, 'midst o cars, e.
The spoils of nations, and the pomp of wars,
i. vain, and impotently great,
Show'd Rome her Cato's figure drawn in state;
As her dead father's rey’rend itnage pass'd,
The pomp was darken'd, and the day o'ercast;
The triumph ceas'd, tears guld from ev’ry eye;
The world's great victor pass'd unheeded by ;
Her last good man dejected Rome ador'd,
And honor’d Caesar's less than Cato's sword.
Britons, attend be worth like this approv’d,
And show, you have the virtue to be mov’d.
With honest scorn the first fam'd Cato view'd
Somelearningartsfrom Greece whom she subdu'd,
Our scene precariously subsists too long
On French translation and Italian song.
Dare to have sense yourselves; assert the stage;
Be justly warn'd with your own native rage:
Such plays alone should win a British ear,
As Cato's self had not disdain'd to hear.

§ 13. Epilogue to Mr. Rowe's Jane Shore. Pope. Prodigious this! the frail one of our play From her own sex should mercy find to-day! You might have held the pretty head aside, Peep'd in your fans, been serious thus, and cio

The play may pass—but that strange creature Shore,

I can't—indeed now — I so hate a whore—
Just as a blockhead rubs his thoughtless skull,
And thanks his stars he was not born a fool,
So from a sister sinner you shall hear,
“How strangely you expose yourself, my dear!"
But let me die, all raillery apart,
Our sex are still forgiving at their heart;
And did not wicked custom so contrive,
We'd be the best good-natur'd things alive.
There are, 'tis true, who tell another tale,
That virtuous ladies envy while they rail;
Srich rage without betrays the fire within;
In some close corner of the soul they sin;
Still boarding up, Inost scandalously nice,
Amidst their virtue's a reserve of vice.
The godly dame, who fleshly failings damns,

|Scolds with her maid,or with her chaplain crams.

Would you enjoy soft nights and solid dinners,
Faith, gallants, board with saints, and bed with
Well, if our authorin ... ."
He has a husband that will make amends:
He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving;
And sure such kind good creatures may be living,
In days of old they pardon'd breach of vows;
Stern Cato's self was no relçntless spouse:
Plu—Plutarch—what's his name that writes his
Tells us that Cato dearl; lov'd his wife: . . [life?
Yet if a friend a night or so should need her,
He 'd recommend her as a special breeder.
To lend a wife, few here would scruple make;
But, pray, which of you all would take herback?
Tho' with the Stoic chief our stage may ring,
The Stoic husband was the glorious thing.
The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true,
And lov'd his country—but what's that to wou?
Those strange exam o ne'er were made to fitye,
But the kind cuckold might instruct the city;
There inany an honest man may copy Cato,
Who ne'er saw naked sword, or look'd in Plato.
If, after all, you think it a disgrace
That Edward's Miss thus perks it in your face;
To see a piece of failing flesh and blood -
In all the rest so impudently good;
Faith, let the modest matrons of the town
Come here in crowds;andstarethestrumpetdown.

§ 14. The Temple of Fame. Pope. IN that soft season, when descending show’rs Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs ;

When op'ning buds salute the welcome day,
And earth relenting feels the genial ray;
As balmy sleep had charin'd my cares to rest,
And love itself was banish'd from my breast,
(What time the morn mysterious visions brings,
While purerslumbers spread their golden wings,)
A train of phantons in wild order rose;
And, j. intellectual scene compose;

I stood, methought, betwixt earth, seas, an The whole creation open to my eyes; [skies; In air self balanc'd hung the globe below, Where mountains rise, and circling oceans flow;

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Here naked rocks and em. ty wastes were scen,
There tow'ry cities, . forests green;
Here sailing ships delight the wand'ring eyes,
There roofand intermingled temples ise."
Yow a clear situ the shining scent displays,
to transient landscape now in clouds decays.
Qer the wide prospect as I gaz'd o
Sudden I heard a wild romiscuous sound,
§. thunders that at distance roar,
Or billows murm'ring on the hollow shore:
Then, gazing up, a glorious pile beheld,
Whose tow'ring summit ambient clouds con-
High on a rock of ice the structure lay, [ceal’d.
Steep its ascent, and slipp'ry was the way : -
Th; wondrous rock like Pärian marble shoue,
And seem'd to distant sight of solid stone."
oriptions here of various names i viewd,
The greater Part by hostile time subdued;
et wide were o their fame in ages past,
§nd Poets once had promis'd they should last.
Somé, fresh engrav'd, a r'd of wits renown'd;
I look'd again, nor j". trace be found.
Critics I saw, that other names deface,
And fix their own with labor in their place;
Their own, like others, soon their place resign'd,
Q disappear'd, and left the first behind.
Nor was the work impair’d by storms alone,
But felt th'approaches of too warm a sun;
§r fame, impatient of extremes, decays
Not more by enry, than excess of praise.
Yet part no ". of heaven could feel,
Like crystal, faithful to the graving steel:
The rock's high summit, in the temple's o:
Nor heat could melt, nor beating storm invade.
There names inscrib'd unnumber'd ages past,
From line's first birth, with time itself shall last;
nese, ever new, nor subject to decays, [days.
Spread, an #row brighter, with the length of
So Zembla's rocks(the beauteous work offrost)
Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast;
Palesuns, unselt, at distance roll away,
And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play;
onal snows the growing mass supply,
sillohebrightmountainsprop th’incumbentsky.
A: Atlas fis'd, each hoary pile appears
The gather'd winter of a thousai years.
On this foundation Faune's high temple stands;
Şopendous pile ! not rear'd by mortal hands.
Whate'er proud Rome or artful Greece beheld,

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Four faces had the dome, and ev'ry face
Qf various structure, but of equal grace:
Four brazen , on columns lifted high,
Salute th' diff'rent quarters of the sky.
Here fabled chiefs, in darker ages born,
Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn,
Who cities rais'd, or tam'd a monstrous race,
The walls in venerable order grace:
eroes in animated marble frown,
And legislators seem to think in stone.
Westward a sumptuous frontispiece appear'd,
Qa Doric pillars of white marble real'd,
Crown'd with an archittave of antient mold,
And sculpture rising wn the roughead gill.

In shaggy spoils here Theseus was beheld,

And #: dreadful o: Minerva's shield : There great Alcides, stooping with his toil, Reitson his club, and holds th’ Hesperan spoil: Here Orpheus sings; trees moving to the sound, Start from their roots, and form a shade around;

Amphion there the loud creating lyre
Strikes, and beholds a sudden #. aspire 1
Cythaeron's echoes answer to his call, ...' .
And half the mountain rolls into a wall:
There mightyou seethelength'ningspires ascend,
The domes swell up, the widening arches bend,
The growing tow’rs like exhalations rise,
And the huge columns heave into the skies.
The Eastern front was glorious to behold,
With diamond flaming, and Barbaric gold.
There Ninusshone,whospreadth'Assyrian same,
And the great founder of the Persian name:
There, in long robes, the royal Magi stand;
Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand:
The sage Chaldacans rob'd in white appear'd
And Brachumans, deep in desart woods rever'd.
These stopp'd the moon, and call'd th' unbodied
shades, - - - -
To midnight banquets in the glimm'ring glades;
Made visionary . round them rise, ""
And airy spectresskim before their eyes;
Of Talisinăns and Sigils knew the pow'r,
And careful watch'd the planetary hour.
Superior, and alone, Confucius stood,
§. taught that useful science, to be good.
But, on the South, along majestic race
Of Egypt's priests the j niches grace,
Who ineasur'd earth, describ'd the starry spheres,
And trac'd the long records of lunar years.
High on his car Sesostris struck my view,
Wh9m sceptred slaves in golden harness drew :
His hands a bow and pointed javelia hold,
His giant limbs are arm'd in scales of gold.
Between the statues obelisks were plac'd,
And the learn'd walls with hieroglyhics grac'd.
Of Gothic structure was the northern side,
Qerwrought with ornaments of barb'rous pride;
There huge colossus rose, with trophies crown'd;
And Runic characters were grav'd around.
There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes;
And Odin here in mimic trances dies.
There on rude iron columns, smear'd with blood,
The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood,
Druidsandbards (theironce loudharps unstrung),
And youths that died to be by poets sung.
These, and a thousand more of doubtful fame,
To whom old fables give a lasting name,
In ranks adorn'd the Temple's outward face
The wall, in lustre and effect like glass,
Which o'er each object casting yarious dyes,
Enlarges some, and others multiplics: ... " '
Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall;
For thus rounantic Fame increases all.
The * e shakes, the sounding gates un-
Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold;
Rais'd on a thousand Pillars, wreath'd around
With lootel foliage, ond with taglo crown'd
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