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O pride celestial! which can pride disdain ; Thus Nature's self, supporting man's decree, o blest ambition! which can ne'er be vain. Styles Britain's sovereign, sovereign of the sea.
From one fam'd Alpine hill, which props the sky, While sea and air,great Brunswick! shook our state, In whose deep womb unfathom'd waters lie, And sported with a king's and kingdom's fate, Here burst the Rhone and sounding Po; there shine, Depriv'd of what she loy’d, and press'd by fear In infant rills, the Danube and the Rhine; Of ever losing what she held most dear, From the rich store one fruitful urn supplies, How did Britannia, like Achilles, weep, Whole kingdoms smile, a thousand harvests rise. And tell her sorrows to the kindred deep!
In Brunswick such a source the Muse adores, Hang o'er the floods, and, in devotion warm, Which public blessings through half Europe pours. Strive, for thee, with the surge, and fight the storm! When his heart burns with such a godlike aim, What felt thy Walpole, pilot of the realm ! Angels and George are rivals for the fame; Our Palinurus slept not at the helm ; George, who in foes can soft affections raise, His eye ne'er clos'd ; long since inur'd to wake, And charm envenom'd satire into praise.
And out-watch every star for Brunswick's sake: Nor human rage alone his power perceives, By thwarting passions tost, by cares opprest, But the mad winds, and the tumultuous waves.* He found the tempest pictur'd in his breast : E'en storms (Death's fiercest ministers !) forbear, But, now, what joys that gloom of heart dispel, And, in their own wild empire, learn to spare. No powers of language- but his own, can tell;
His own, which Nature and the Graces form, * The king in danger by sea.
At will, to raise, or hush the civil storm.
MARK AKENSIDE was born in 1721, at Newcas- practice and reputation increased ; so that, on the tle-upon-Tyne, where his father was a substantial setilement of the Queen's household, he was apbutcher. After receiving an education, first at a pointed one of her Majesty's physicians—an honor grammar-school, and then at a private academy at for which he is supposed to have been indebted to his native place, he was sent to the University of Mr. Dyson. It is affirmed that Dr. Akenside asEdinburgh, for the purpose of being fitted for a sumed a haughtiness and ostentation of manner Dissenting minister. He soon, however, exchanged which was not calculated to ingratiate him with his his studies for those of medicine ; and, after con- brethren of the faculty, or to render him generally tinuing three years at Edinburgh, he removed to acceptable. He died of a putrid fever, in June Leyden, where he took the degree of M. D. in 1744. 1770, in the forty-ninth year of his age. In the same year, his poem “On the Pleasures of
Respecting his poem “On the Pleasures of the the Imagination" made its appearance, which was Imagination," of which Addison's papers in the Spec. received with great applause, and raised the author tator are the groundwork, it would be an injury to at once into poetical fame. It was soon followed deny him the claims of an original writer, which he by a warm invective against the celebrated Pulteney, merited by the expansion of the plan of this prose Earl of Bath, in an “ Epistle to Curio.” In 1745 original, and by enriching its illustrations from the he published ten Odes on different subjects, and in stores of philosophy and poetry. No poem of so various styles and manners. All these works char- elevated and abstracted a kind was ever so popular. acterized him as a zealous votary of Grecian phi- It went through several editions soon after its aplosophy and classical literature, and an ardent lover pearance, and is still read with enthusiasm by those of liberty. He continued, from time to time, to who have acquired a relish for the conceptions of publish his poetical effusions, most of which first pure poetry, and the strains of numerous blank verse. appeared in Dodsley's collection. Of these, the most The author was known to have been employed considerable is, a “ Hymn to the Naiads.”
many years in correcting, or rather new-modelling, His professional career affords few incidents worth this work; but the unfinished draught of this design recording. He settled for a short time at Northamp- seems to have rendered it probable that the piece ton; then removed to Hampstead; and finally fixed, would have lost as much in poetry as it would have himself in London. While his practice was small, gained in philosophy. he was generously assisted by his friend, Mr. Jere Of his other poems, the Hymn to the Naiads is miah Dyson, who made him an allowance of 3001. the longest and best. With the purest spirit of clasper annum. He pursued the regular course to ad- sical literature, it contains much mythological ingevancement, becoming Fellow of the Royal Society. nuity, and many poetical ideas, beautifully expressed. Physician to St. Thomas's Hospital, Doctor of Physic In his lyric productions, the copiousness and elevaby mandamus at Cambridge, and Fellow of the Lon- tion of thought does not compensate for the total don College of Physicians. He also published seve-want of grace, ease, and appropriate harmony. The ral occasional pieces on medical subjects, among only sparks of animation which they exhibit, occur which was a Treatise on the Epidemic Dysentery of when they touch on political topics ; and it is in these 1764, written in elegant Latin. By these efforts his instances alone we have ventured to select them.
The bloom of Nature, and before him turn
Oft have the laws of each poetic strain
Lay this prime subject, though importing most
By dull obedience and by creeping toil
Obscure to conquer the severe ascent
of high Parnassus. Nature's kindling breath
Must fire the chosen genius; Nature's hand Ασεβάσμέν έσιν άνθρωπο της παρά το θες χάρθας ατιμάζειν. Must string his nerves, and imp his eagle-wings Epict. apud Arrian. II. 13. Impatient of the painful steep, 10 soar
High as the summit; there to breathe at large
Ethereal air; with bards and sages old,
To this neglected labor court my song ;
Yet not unconscious what a doubtful task
To paint the finest features of the mind,
And to most subtle and mysterious things
Give color, strength, and motion. But the love The subject proposed. Difficulty of treating it of Nature and the Muses bids explore,
poetically. The ideas of the Divine Mind, the Through secret paths erewhile untrod by man, origin of every quality pleasing to the imagina. The fair poetic region, to detect tion. The natural variety of constitution in the Untasted springs. 10 drink inspiring draughts, minds of men ; with its final cause. The idea And shade my temples with unfading flowers of a fine imagination, and the state of the mind Culld from the laureate vale's profound recess, in the enjoyment of those pleasures which it af- Where never poet gain'd a wreath before. fords. All the primary pleasures of the imagina From Heaven my strains begin; from Heaven tion result from the perception of greatness, or
descends wonderfulness, or beauty, in objects. The plea. The flame of genius to the human breast, sure from greatness, with its final cause. Pleasure and love and beauty, and poetic joy from novelty or wonderfulness, with its final And inspiration. Ere the radiant Sun cause. Pleasure from beauty, with its final cause. Sprang from the east, or 'mid the vault of night 'The connexion of beauty with truth and good, The Moon suspended her serener lamp; applied to the conduct of life. Invitation to the Ere mountains, woods, or streams, adorn'd the globe, study of moral philosophy. The different degrees Or Wisdom taught the sons of men her lore ; of beauty in different species of objects : color; Then liv'd th' Almighty One: then, deep retir'd shape; natural concretes ; vegetables; animals; In his unfathom'd essence, view'd the forms, the mind. The sublime, the fair, the wonderful The forms eternal of created things; of the mind. The connexion of the imagination The radiant Sun, the Moon's nocturnal lamp, and the moral faculty. Conclusion.
The mountains, woods and streams, the rolling globe,
And Wisdom's mien celestial. From the first
His admiration : till in time complete,
Unfolded into being. Hence the breath
Of life informing each organic frame, My verse unfolds. Attend, ye gentle powers Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves of musical delight! and while I sing
Hence light and shade alternate ; warmth and cold Your gifts, your honors, dance around my strain. And clear autumnal skies and vernal showers, Thou, smiling queen of every tuneful breast, And all the fair variety of things. Indulgent Fancy! from the fruitful banks
But not alike to every mortal eye Of Avon, whence thy rosy fingers cull
Is this great scene unveil'd. For since the claims Fresh flowers and dews to sprinkle on the turf Of social life, to different labors urge Where Shakspeare lies, be present: and with thee The active powers of man! with wise intent Let Fiction come, upon her vagrant wings
The hand of Nature on peculiar minds
Decrees its province in the common toil.
The changeful Moon, the circuit of the stars, Which rules the accents of the moving sphere, The golden zones of Heaven; to some she gave Wilt thou, eternal Harmony! descend
To weigh the moment of eternal things, And join this festive train ? for with thee comes Of time, and space, and Fate's unbroken chain, The guide, the guardian of their lovely sports, And will's quick impulse : others by the hand Majestic Truth; and where Truth deigns to come, She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore Her sister Liberty will not be far.
What healing virtue swells the tender veins Be present, all ye genii, who conduct
of herbs and flowers; or what the beams of morn The wandering footsteps of the youthful bard, Draw forth, distilling from the clefied rind New to your springs and shades: who touch his ear In balmy tears. But some, to higher hopes With finer sounds : who heighten to his eye Were destin'd; some within a finer mould
She wrought, and temper'd with a purer flame. That breathes from day to day sublimer things,
And mocks possession? wherefore darts the mind,
Majestic forms; impatient to be free,
Than to the glimmering of a waxen fame?
Shoots round the wide horizon, to survey
Through mountains, plains, through empires black of Titan's ray, with each repulsive string
That murmurs at his feet? The high-born soul
Disdains to rest her heaven-aspiring wing
Beneath its native quarry. Tird of Earth
Or, yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blast,
The blue profound, and hovering round the Sun To that harmonious movement from without Beholds him pouring the redundant stream Responsive. Then the inexpressive strain
Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway Diffuses its enchantment: Fancy dreams
Bend the reluctant planets to absolve Of sacred fountains and Elysian groves,
The fated rounds of Time. Thence far effus'd
She darts her swiftness up the long career
Of Nature, and looks back on all the stars,
Whose blended light, as with a milky zone, As airs that fan the summer. O! attend,
Invests the orient. Now amaz'd she views Whoe'er thou art, whom these delights can touch, The empyreal waste, where happy spirits hold, Whose candid bosom the refining love
Beyond this concave Heaven, their calm abode; Of Nature warms, O listen to my song ;
And fields of radiance, whose unfading light And I will guide thee to her favorite walks, Has travell’d the profound six thousand years, And teach thy solitude her voice to hear,
Nor yet arrives in sight of mortal things. And point her loveliest features to thy view. Even on the barriers of the world untir'd
Know then, whate'er of Nature's pregnant stores, She meditates the eternal depth below; Whate'er of mimic Art's reflected forms
Till half recoiling, down the headlong steep With love and admiration thus inflame
She plunges; soon o'erwhelm'd and swallow'd up The powers of fancy, her delighted sons
In that immense of being. There her hopes To three illustrious orders have referr'd;
Rest at the fated goal. For from the birth
That not in humble nor in brief delight,
The soul should find enjoyment: but from these
Till every bound at length should disappear,
And infinite perfection close the scene.
Of Nature to perfection half divine,
Expand the blooming soul? What pity then The great career of justice; to exalt
Should sloth's unkindly fogs depress to Earth
Her tender blossom; choke the streams of life,
Strikes the quick sense, and wakes each active power
To brisker measures : witness the neglect
With transport once; the fond attentive gaze
Of young astonishment; the sober zeal
To thee nor Tempé shall refuse; nor watch
Of winged Hydra guard Hesperian fruits
Thy smiling treasures to the green recess
Entice her forth to lend her angel-form Those sacred stores that wait the ripening soul, For Beauty's honor'd image. Hither turn In Truth's exhaustless bosom. What nced words Thy graceful footsteps; hither, gentle maid To paint its power? For this the daring youth Incline thy polish'd forehead : let thy eyes Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms, Effuse the mildness of their azure dawn; In foreign climes to rove: the pensive sage, And may the fanning breezes waft aside Heedless of sleep, or midnight's harmful damp, Thy radiant locks : disclosing, as it bends Hangs o'er the sickly taper; and untir'd
With airy softness from the marble neck, The virgin follows, with enchanted step,
The cheek fair-blooming, and the rosy lip, The mazes of some wild and wondrous tale, Where winning smiles and pleasures sweet as love From morn to eve; unmindful of her form, With sanctity and wisdom, tempering blend Unmindful of the happy dress that stole
Their soft allurement. Then the pleasing force The wishes of the youth, when every maid Of Nature, and her kind parental care, With envy pin'd. Hence, finally, by night Worthier I'd sing : then all the enamour'd youth, The village-matron, round the blazing hearth, With each admiring virgin, to my lyre Suspends the infant-audience with her tales, Should throng attentive, while I point on high Breathing astonishment! of witching rhymes, Where Beauty's living image, like the morn And evil spirits; of the death-bed call
That wakes in Zephyr's arms the blushing May, Of him who robb'd the widow, and devour'd Moves onward; or as Venus, when she stood The orphan's portion; of unquiet souls
Effulgent on the pearly car, and smild, Risen from the grave to ease the heavy guilt Fresh from the deep, and conscious of her form, Of deeds in life conceal’d; of shapes that walk To see the Tritons tune their vocal shells, At dead of night, and clank their chains, and wave And each cerulean sister of the flood The torch of Hell around the murderer's bed. With loud acclaim attend her o'er the waves, At every solemn pause the crowd recoil,
To seek the Idalian bower. Ye smiling band Gazing each other speechless, and congeal'd Of youths and virgins, who through all the maze With shivering sighs; ull eager for the event, Of young desire with rival steps pursue A round the beldame all erect they hang,
This charm of beauiy; if the pleasing toil Each trembling heart with grateful terrors quell’d. Can yield a moment's respite, hither turn
But lo! disclos'd in all her smiling pomp, Your favorable ear, and trust my words. Where beauty onward moving claims the verse I do not mean to wake the gloomy form Her charms inspire: the freely-flowing verse Of Superstition dress'd in Wisdom's garb, In thy immortal praise, O form divine,
To damp your tender hopes; I do not mean Smooths her mellifluent stream. Thee, Beauty, thee, To bid the jealous thunderer fire the heavens, The regal dome, and thy enlivening ray
Or shapes infernal rend the groaning Earth The mossy roofs adore : thou, better Sun!
To fright you from your joys: my cheerful song For ever beamest on the enchanted heart
With better omens calls you to the field, Love, and harmonious wonder, and delight Pleas’d with your generous ardor in the chase, Poetic. Brightest progeny of Heaven!
And warm like you. Then tell me, for ye know, How shall I trace 'ihy features? where select Does Beauty ever deign to dwell where health The roseate hues to emulate thy bloom ?
And active use are strangers ? Is her charm Haste then, my song, through Nature's wide expanse, Confess'd in aught, whose most peculiar ends Haste then, and gather all her comeliest wealth, Are lame and fruitless ? Or did Nature mean Whate'er bright spoils the florid earth contains, This pleasing call the herald of a lie ; Whate'er the waters, or the liquid air,
To hide the shame of discord and disease,
And catch with fair hypocrisy the heart
Its native powers most perfect, she by this
Illumes the headstrong impulse of desire, Or wilt thou rather stoop thy vagrant plume,
And sanctifies his choice. The generous glebe Where gliding through his daughter's honor'd shades, Whose bosom smiles with verdure, the clear tract The smooth Peneus from his glassy flood
Of streams delicious to the thirsty soul,
The integrity and order of their frame,
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