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Obsequious to the Muse and me;
Oh! sweet insensibility! Sister of peace and indolence,
Bring, Muse, bring numbers soft and slow, Elaborately void of sense,
And sweetly thoughtless let them flow, Near some cowslip-painted mead,
There let me doze out the dull hours, And under me let Flora spread,
A sofa of her softest flow'rs.
Oft thro' my eyes my soul has flown,
Where, Philomel, your notes
your breathe Forth from behind the neighbouring pine, And murmurs of the stream beneath
Still now in unison with thine.
For thee, O Idleness, the woes
ON AN EAGLE
CONFINED IN A COLLEGE COURT, We shup thee but to make thee sure.
ODE III. For who'd sustain war's toil and waste,
Imperial, bird, who wont to soar Or who th' boarse thund'ring of the sea,
High o'er the rolling cloud, But to be idle at the last,
Where Hyperborean mountains hoar
Their heads in etber shroud ;-
Who, free and swift as thought, could'st rove
To the bleak north's extremest goal ;
Thou, who magnanimous could'st bear
And shake thy native pole!
Oh cruel fate! what barbarous hand,
What more than Gothic ire,
To check tby daring fire,
appy verses ! that were prest In fair Ethelinda's breast !
Has plac'd thee in this servile cell,
See hear the storms tompestuous sweep Where discipline and dulness dwell,
Precipitate it falls—it fallsfalls lifeless in the Where genius ne'er was seen to roam ;
deep. Where ev'ry selfish soul's at rest,
Cease, cease, ye weeping youth, Nor ever quits the carnal breast,
Sincerity's soft sighs, and all the tears of truth. But lurks and sneaks at home!
And you, his kindred throng, forbear
Marble memorials to prepare, Tho' dim'd thine eye, and clipt thy wing
And sculptur'd in your breasts his busto wear. So gror'ling! once so great!
'Twas thus when Israel's legislator dy'd, The grief-inspired Muse shall sing
No fragile mortal honours were supply'd, In tend'rest lays thy fate.
But even a grave denied. What time by thee scholastic pride
Better than what the pencil's daub can give, Takes his precise, pedantic stride,
Better than all that Phidias ever wrought, Nor on thy mis'ry casts a care,
Is this that what he taught shall live, The stream of love ne'er from his heart
And what he liv'd for ever shall be taught Flows out, to act fair pity's part;
But stinks, and stagnates there.
Hail cherub of the highest Heav'n,
Of look divine, and temper ev'n, Who study downward on the ground;
Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien,
Of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry praise the queen!
Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth,
That friendship reigns, no interest can divide, ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF A
And great humility looks down on pride.
Oh! curse on slander's viprous tongue,
That daily dares thy merit wrong;
Ideots usurp thy title, and thy frame, 1,, like th’ Orphean lyre, my song could charm' Without or virtue, talent, taste, or name.
And light to life the ashes in the uru, Fate of his iron dart I would disarm,
Is apathy, is heart of steel, Sudden as thy disease should'st thou return, Nor ear to hear, nor sense to feel, Recalld with mandates of despotic sounds,
Life idly inoffensive such a grace, And arbitrary grief that will not hear of bounds. That it shou'd steal thy name and take thy But, ah ! such wishes, artless Muse, forbear;
place? 'Tis impotence of frantic love, Th’ enthusiastic flight of wild despair,
No—thou art active-spirit allTo hope the Thracian's magic power to prove. Swifter than lightning, at the call Alas! thy slender vein,
Of injur'd innocence, or griev'd desert, Nor mighty is to move, nor forgetive to feign, And large with liberality thy heart.
Impatient of a rein, Thou canst not in due bounds the struggling mea- Thy appetites in easy tides sures keep,
(As reason's luminary guides) -But tnon alas ! canst weep
Soft flow-no wind can work them to a storm, Thou canst—and o'er the melancholy bier
Correctly quick, dispassionately warm.
Yet if a transport thou canst feel
"Tis only for thy neighbours weal : [move, And hail the peaceful shade loos’d from its jrksome bold,
Great, generous acts thy ductile passions Now let me say thon’rt free,
And smilingly thou weep'st with joy and
Miid is thy mind to cover shame,
Averse to envy, slow to blame,
Bursting to praise, yet still sincere and free
From Nattery's fawning tongue, and bending plac'd
Thy love descends from man to beast,
Nought is excluded, little, or infirin,
Thou canst with greatness stoop to save a
TO THE REVEREND AND LEARNED
Come, goddess, come with all thy charms, Next comes illiberal scrambling Ararice,
Then Vanity, and Affectation nice
As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
And squeamishly she knits her scornful brow.
To thee, Ill-Nature, all the numerous group ON ILL-NATURE.
With lowly reverence stoop
They wait thy call, and mourn thy long delay,
Away—thou art infectious--haste away.
Nurs'd up by vice, by pravity misled,
Away, thou hideous hell-born spright,
Occasioned by his Dialogues on Anger and For-
'Twas when the qmniscient creative pow'r And ripens for enjoyment every growing day; Display'd his wonders by a mortal's hand, When to exist is but to love and sing,
And, delegated at th' appointed hour,
Great Moses led away his chosen band ;
When Israel's host, with all their stores,
Past thro'the ruby-tinctur'd crystal shores,
The wilderness of waters and of land :
Then persecution rag'd in Heav'n's own cause,
Strict justice for the breach of Nature's laws,
Where'er his legions chanc'd to stray,
Death and destruction mark'd their bloody There may'st thou vent thy spite,
way ; For ever cursing, and for ever curs’d,
Immoderate was their rage, for mortal was their
But when the King of Righteousness arose,
And on the illumin'd east serenely smild, Or would’st thou change the scene, and quit the He shune with meekest mercy on his foes, Behold the Hear'n-deserted fen,
· [den, Bright as the Sun, but as the Moon-beams Where spleen, by vapours dense begot and bred, Hariness of heart, and heaviness of head,
From anger, fell revenge, and discord free, Hare rais'd their darksome walls, and plac'd their
lle bad war's hellish clangour cease, thorny bed;
In pastoral simplicity and peace,
And show'd to man that face, which Moses could
And copied our great master's fair design,
But livid Envy would the light remove,
Or croud thy portrait in a nook malign-
Where the more candid and judicious few
Shall thiuk the bright original they see,
The likeness nobly lost in the identity.
Oh badst thou liv'd in better days than these,
F'er to excel by all was deem'd a shame!
Alas! thou hast no modern arts to please, prompt to listen at her neighbours latch.
And to deserve is all thy cmpty claim. shade,
Else thou’dst been plac'd, by learning, and by
Oh they are in their generations wise,
To live-to tbrire-o rise and still to riso Better to bow to men, than kncel to Gud.
d thy frame, taste, orname
el, a grace, same and take the
cel cal: er ductile pastic p'st with joy !
A wither'd time-deflower'd old maid,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look,
ess stoop to cart
Behold where poor unmansion'd Merit stands,
From the Zephyrs steal her sighs, All cold, and crampt with pepury and pain ;
From thyself her sun-bright eyes ; Speechless thro' want, she rears th’ imploring
Then baffled, thou shalt see, hands,
That as did Daphne thee, And begs a little bread, but begs in rain ;
Hler charms description's force shall Ay, While Bribery and Duliness, passing by, And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib'd Bid her, in sounds barbarian, starve and die.
To come withio Iorention's narrow eye; Away" (they cry) “we never saw thy But all indignant shun its grasp, and scorn to be
describ'd. Or in Preferment's list, or that of Away-nor here the fate thou earn'st be Now see the bridegroom rise, wail,
Oh! how impatient are his joys! Who canst not buy a vote, nor hast a soul for
Bring zephyrs to depaint his voice, sale."
Bring lightning for his eyes.
He leaps, he springs, he dies into her arms, Oh Indignation, wherefore wert thou given,
With joy intense,
Feeds ev'ry sense,
Oh! had I Virgil's comprehensive strain,
Or sung like Pope, without a word in vain, Guide our disgusted thoughts to things above;
Then should I hope my numbers might conSo our free souls, fed with divine repast,
tain, (Unmindful of low mortals mean employ)
Engaging nymph, thy boundless happiness, Shall taste the present, recollect the past,
How arduous to express ! And strongly hope for every future joy.
Such may it last to all eternity :
And may thy lord with thce,
Like two coeval pines in Ida's grove,
That interweave their verdant arms in lore,
Each mutual office cheerfully perform,
And share alike the sunshine, and the storm ; Descend, descend, ye sweet Aonian maids, And ever, as you fourish hand in hand, Leave i he Parnassian shades,
Both shade the shepherd and adurn the land,
Together with each growing year arise,
Indissolubly link'd, and climb at last the skies, Than fiction can devise, or eloquence declare,
Your vocal tributes bring.
Natura nusquam magis, quam in minimis tota
Ολιγον τε φιλoν τε. ΗοΜ.
Yes, contumelious fair, you scorn
The amorous dwarf that courts you to his arms,
But ere you leave him quite forlorn,
And to some youth gigantic yield your
Hear him-oh hear him, if you will not try, And blame the tardy hours.
And let your judgment check th' ambition of But see the bride-she comes with silent pace,
Say, is it carnage makes the man?
Is to be monstrous really to be great?
Say, is it wise or just to scan
Your lover's worth by quantity or weight? Fhæebus, great god of verse, the nymph observe,
Ask your mamma and nurse, if it be so;
Nursc and mamma I ween shall jointly answer, Then touch each sweetly-trem'lous nerve
Of thy resounding shell:
The less the bo:ly to the view,
The soul (like springs in closer durance pent)
Is all exertion, crer new,
Unceasing, unextinguish’d, and unspept;