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Imp-child, or offspring ; Prick'd thro' the forest - Was nought around but images of rest
from the Saxon impan, rode through the forest. Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns between ;
to graft or plant. Sear— dry, burnt up. And flowery beds that slumberous influence kest, Kest—for cast. Sheen - bright, shining, From poppies breath'd ; and beds of pleasant Lad - for led. Sicker - sure, surely.
green, Lea - a piece of land, or Smackt — savored. Where never yet was creeping creature seen. meadow.
Soot - sweet, or sweetly. Meantime unnumber'd glittering streamlets play'd, Libbard - leopard. Sooth — true, or truth. And hurled everywhere their waters sheen; Lig — to lie.
Stound--misfortune, pang. That, as they bicker'd through the sunny shade, Losel - a loose idle fellow. Sweltry – sultry, consum- Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur Louting — bowing, bend. ing with heat.
Swink — to labor. Lithe - loose, lat. Thrall - slave.
Join'd to the prattle of the purling rills, Mell — mingle.
Transmew'd-transformed. Were heard the lowing herds along the vale. Moe - more. Vild — vile.
And Rocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, Moil - to labor. Unkempt (Lat. incomptus) | And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : Mote — might.
And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Muchel or mochel-much, Ween — to think, be of Or stock-doves plain amid the forest deep, · great. opinion.
That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale ; Nathless — nevertheless. Weet — to know; to weet, And still a coil the grasshopper did keep; Ne-nor.
Yet all these sounds yblent inclined all to sleep. Needments — necessaries. Whilom — erewhile, forNoursling - a child that merly.
Full in the passage of the vale, above, is nursed. Wight — man.
A sable, silent, solemn forest stood ; Noyance - harm. Wis, for wist — to know, Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to Prankt-colored, adorned think, understand.
Wonne (a noun) - dwell As Idless fancied in her dreaming mood : Perdie (Fr. par Dieu) – ing.
And up the hills, on either side, a wood an old oath. Wroke - wreakt.
Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro,
Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; N. B. The letter Y is frequently placed in the be. And where this valley winded out, below,
ginning of a word by Spenser, to lengthen it a The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard,
A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; Yblent, or blent - blend- Ymolten — melted.
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, ed, mingled.
Yode (preter tense of yede) For ever flushing round a summer-sky: Yclad - clad.
There eke the soft delights, that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
But whate'er smackd of noyance, or unrest,
Was far far off expellid from this delicious nest.
The landskip such, inspiring perfect ease,
Where Indolence (for so the wizard hight)
Close hid his castle 'mid embowering trees,
That half shut out the beams of Phæbus bright. We liv'd right jollily.
And made a kind of checker'd day and night;
Meanwhile, unceasing at the massy gate, O MORTAL man, who livest here by toil,
Beneath a spacious palm, the wicked wight Do not complain of this thy hard estate ;
Was plac'd ; and to his lute, of cruel fate, That like an emmet thou must ever moil, | And labor harsh, complain'd, lamenting man's estate Is a sad sentence of an ancient date; And, certes, there is for it reason great;
Thither continual pilgrims crowded still, For, tho' sometimes it makes thee weep and wail, From all the roads of Earth that pass'd thereby : And curse thy star, and early drudge and late, For, as they chaunc'd to breathe on neighboring Withouten that would come an heavier bale,
hill, Loose life, unruly passions and diseases pale.
The freshness of this valley smote their eye,
And drew them ever and anon more nigh; In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,
Till clustering round th'enchanter false they hung, With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round, Ymolten with his syren melody; A most enchanting wizard did abide,
While o'er th' enfeebling lute his hand he flung, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. And to the trembling chords these tempting verses It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ;
sung: And there a season atween June and May, Half prankt with spring, with summer half em “Behold! yo pilgrims of this Earth, behold! brown'd,
See all but man with unearn'd pleasure gay : A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, See her bright robes the butterfly unfold, No living wight could work, ne cared er'n for play. Broke from her wintery tomb in prime of May!
What youthful bride can equal her array ? “ What, what is virtue, but repose of mind, Who can with her for easy pleasure vie ?
A pure, ethereal calm, that knows no storm; From mead to mead with gentle wing to stray, Above the reach of wild ambition's wind,
From flower to flower on balmy gales to fly, Above the passions that this world deform, Is all she has to do beneath the radiant sky.
And torture man, a proud malignant worm!
But here, instead, soft gales of passion play, " Behold the merry minstrels of the morn,
And gently stir the heart, thereby to form The swarming songsters of the careless grove, A quicker sense of joy ; as breezes stray Ten thousand throats! that from the flowering Across th' enliven'd skies, and make them still more
thorn Ilymn their good God, and carol sweet of love, Such grateful kindly raptures them emove :
“ The best of men have ever lov'd repose : They neither plow, nor sow; ne, fit for flail,
They hate to mingle in the filthy fray; E'er to the barn the nodden sheaves they drove;
Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows, Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale,
Embitter'd more from peevish day 10 day. Whatever crowns the hill, or smiles along the vale.
Ev'n those whom Fame has lent her fairest rap,
From a base world at last have stol'n away: "Outcast of Nature, man! the wretched thrall Of bitter dropping sweat, of sweltry pain,
So Scipio, to the soft Cumxan shore Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall,
Retiring, tasted joy he never knew before. And of the vices, an inhuman train,
“But if a little exercise you choose, That all proceed from savage thirst of gain :
Some zest for ease, 'tis not forbidden here, For when hard-hearted Interest first began
Amid the groves you may indulge the Muse, To poison Earth, Astræa left the plain;
Or tend the blooms, and deck the vernal year; Guile, violence, and murder, seiz'd on man,
Or softly stealing, with your watery gear,
Along the brook, the crimson-spotted fry
Now the hoarse stream, and now the zephyr's sigh.
When, sudden, comes blind unrelenting Fate, For ever vain : come, and, withouten fee,
And gives th' untasted portion you have won, I in oblivion will your sorrows steep,
With ruthless toil, and many a wretch undone, Your cares, your toils, will steep you in a sea To those who mock you gone to Pluto's reign, Of full delight: O come, ye weary wights, to me! There with sad ghosts to pine, and shadows dun
But sure it is of vanities most vain, “With me, you need not rise at early dawn, To toil for what you here untoiling may obtain." To pass the joyless day in various stounds : Or, louting low, on upstart Fortune fawn,
He ceas'd. But still their trembling ears retain d And sell fair honor for some paltry pounds;
'The deep vibrations of his witching song; Or through the city take your dirty rounds,
That, by a kind of magic power, constrain d To cheat, and dun, and lie, and visit pay,
To enter in, pell-mell, the listening throng. Now flattering base, now giving secret wounds:
Heaps pour'd on heaps, and yet they slipt along, Or prowl in courts of law for human prey,
In silent ease: as when beneath the beam In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.
Of summer-moons, the distant woods among,
Or by some flood all silver'd with the gleami, “ No cocks, with me, to rustic labor call,
The soft-embodied Fays through airy portal stream From village on to village sounding clear: To tardy swain no shrill-voic'd matrons squall;
By the smooth demon so it order'd was, No dogs, no babes, no wives, to stun your ear;
And here his baneful bounty first began: No hammer's thump; no horrid blacksmith sear,
Though some there were who would not furiber Ne noisy tradesmen, your sweet slumbers start,
pass, With sounds that are a misery to hear :
And his alluring baits suspected han, But all is calm, as would delight the heart
The wise distrust the too fair-spoken man
Yet through the gate they cast a wishful eye:
For, do their very best, they cannot fiy, “Here nought but candor reigns, indulgent ease, But often each way look, and osien sorely Good-natur'd lounging, sauntering up and down: They who are pleas'd themselves must always When this the watchful wicked wizard saw, please ;
With sudden spring he leap'd upon them stalu On others' ways they never squint a frown,
And, soon as touch'd by his unhallow d pow, Nor heed what haps in hamlet or in town:
They found themselves within the cursed quite Thus, from the source of tender indolence,
Full hard to be repass'd, like that of Fare. With milky blood the heart is overflown,
Not.stronger were of old the giant crew, Is sooth'd and sweeten'd by the social sense; Who sought to pull high Jove from res, For Interest, Envy, Pride, and Strife, are banish'd! Though feeble wretch be seemd, or s hence.
Certes, who bides his grasp, will that encoun
For whomsoe'er the villain takes in hand,
With all the lodges that thereto pertain'd, Their joints unknit, their sinews melt apace; No living creature could be seen to stray ; As lithe they grow as any willow-wand,
While solitude and perfect silence reign'd: And of their vanish'd force remains no trace: So that to think you dreamt you almost was cc So when a maiden fair, of modest grace,
strain'd. In all her buxom blooming May of charms, Is seized in some losel's hot embrace,
As when a shepherd of the Hebrid isles, She waxeth very weakly as she warms,
Plac'd far amid the melancholy main, Then sighing yields her up to love's delicious harms.
(Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles;
Or that aërial beings sometimes deign
To stand embodied, to our senses plain)
Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, His calm, broad, thoughtless aspect, breath'd
The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, repose; And in sweet torpor he was plunged deep,
A vast assembly moving to and fro: Ne could himself from ceaseless yawning keep; I
Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous While o'er his eyes the drowsy liquor ran,
show. Thro' which his half-wak'd soul would faintly peep. Then, taking his black staff, he call'd his man,
Ye gods of quiet, and of sleep profound ! And rous'd himself as much as rouse himself he can.
Whose soft dominion o'er this castle sways,
And all the widely-silent places round, The lad leap'd lightly at his master's call.
Forgive me, if my trembling pen displays He war, to weei, a little roguish page,
What never yet was sung in mortal lays. Save sleep and play who minded nought at all, 1 But how shall I attempt such arduous string, Like most the untaught striplings of his age. I, who have spent my nights, and nightly days, This boy he kept each band to disengage,
In this soul-deadening place, loose-loitering? Garters and buckles, task for him unlit,
Ah! how shall I for this uprear my moulted wing ? But ill-becoming his grave personage,
And which his portly paunch would not permit, Come on, my Muse, nor stoop to low despair, So this same limber page to all performed it.
Thou imp of Jove, touch'd by celestial fire!
Thou yet shall sing of war, and actions fair, Meantime the master-porter wide display'd
Which the bold sons of Britain will inspire ; Great store of caps, of slippers, and of gowns;
Of ancient bards thou yet shalt sweep the lyre; Wherewith he those that enter'd in, array'd
Thou yet shalt tread in tragic pall the stage, Loose, as the breeze that plays along the downs,
Paint love's enchanting woes, the hero's ire, And waves the summer-woods when evening
The sage's calm, the patriot's noble rage, frowns. O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
Dashing corruption down through every worthless But every slowing limb in pleasure drowns,
age. And heightens ease with grace. This done, right fain,
The doors, that knew no shrill alarming bell, Sir porter sat him down, and turn'd to sleep again.
Ne cursed knocker ply'd by villain's hand,
Self-open'd into halls, where, who can tell Thus easy robid, they to the fountain sped, What elegance and grandeur wide expand, That in the middle of the court up-threw
The pride of Turkey and of Persia land ? A stream, high-spouting from its liquid bed, Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And falling back again in drizzly dew:
And couches stretch'd around in seemly band; There each deep draughts, as deep he thirsted, And endless pillows rise to prop the head; drew.
So that each spacious room was one full-swelling It was a fountain of Nepenthe rare :
bed. Whence, as Dan Homer sings, huge pleasaunce grew,
And everywhere huge cover'd tables stood, And sweet oblivion of vile earthly care ;
With wines high-flavor'd and rich viands crown'd Fair gladsome waking thoughts, and joyous dreams Whatever sprightly juice or tasteful food more fair.
On the green bosom of this Earth are found, This rite perform’d, all inly pleas'd and still,
And all old Ocean genders in his round : Withouten trump, was proclamation made.
Some hand unseen these silently display'd, "Ye sons of Indolence, do what you will;
Ev'n undemanded by a sign or sound; And wander where you list, thro' hall or glade!
You need but wish, and, instantly obey'd,
inwona'd the dishes rose, and thick the glasses Be no man's pleasure for another staid ;
|Fair-rang'd the dishes rose, and i Let each as likes him best his hours employ,
play'd. And curs'd be he who minds his neighbor's trade! Here dwells kind Ease, and unreproving Joy;
Here freedom reign'd, without the least alloy ; He little merits bliss who others can annoy."
Nor gossip's tale, nor ancient maiden's gall,
Nor saintly spleen, durst murmur at our joy, Straight of these endless numbers, swarming And with envenom'd tongue our pleasures pall. round,
For why? there was but one great rule for all; As thick as idle motes in sunny ray,
To wit, that each should work his own desire, Not one eftsoons in view was to be found,
And eat, drink, study, sleep, as it may fall, But every man strollid off his own glad way, Or melt the time in love, or wake the lyre, Wide o'er this ample court's black area, | And carol what, unbid, the Muses might inspire.
The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, When sleep was coy, the bard in waiting there, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ;
Cheer'd the lone midnight with the Muse's love: Such as of old the rural poets sung,
Composing music bade his dreams be fair, Or of Arcadian or Sicilian vale :
And music lent new gladness to the morning air. Reclining lovers, in the lonely dale, Pour'd forth at large the sweetly-tortur'd heart; Near the pavilions where we slept, still ran Or, sighing tender passion, swell’d the gale,
Soft-tinkling streams, and dashing waters fell, And taught charm’d echo to resound their smart;
And sobbing breezes sigh'd, and oft began While flocks, woods, streams, around, repose and (So work'd the wizard) wintry storms to swell, peace impart.
As Heaven and Earth they would together mell
At doors and windows, threatening, seem'd lo Those pleas'd the most, where, by a cunning|
The demons of the tempest, growling fell, Depainted was the patriarchal age;
Yet the least entrance found they none at all; What time Dan Abraham left the Chaldee land, Whence sweeter grew our sleep, secure in mas And pastur'd on from verdant stage to stage,
hall. Where fields and fountains fresh could best en. gage.
And hither Morpheus sent his kindest dreams, Toil was not then. Of nothing took they heed,
Raising a world of gayer tinct and grace; But with wild beasts the sylvan war to wage,
O'er which were shadowy cast Elysian glearns, And o'er vast plains their herds and flocks to feed :
That play'd, in waving lights, from place to Blest sons of Nature they! true golden age indeed! || place,
And shed a roseate smile on Nature's face. Sometimes the pencil, in cool airy halls,
Not Titian's pencil e'er could so array Bade the gay bloom of vernal landskips rise,
So fierce with clouds the pure ethereal space ; Or Autumn's varied shades imbrown the walls :
Ne could it e'er such melting forms display, Now the black tempest strikes th' astonish'd eyes, As loose on flowery beds all languishingly lay. Now down the steep the flashing torrent flies; The trembling Sun now plays o'er Ocean blue, And now rude mountains frown amid the skies;
No, fair illusions! artful phantoms, no! Whate'er Lorraine light-touch'd with softening
My Muse will not attempt your fairy-land:
She has no colors that like you can glow: hue, Or savage Rosa dash’d, or learned Poussin drew.
To catch your vivid scenes too gross her hand,
But sure it is, was ne'er a subtler band Each sound, too, here, to languishment inclin'd,
Than these same guileful angel-seeming sprites, Lulld the weak bosom, and induced ease,
Who thus in dreams, voluptuous, soft, and bland, Aërial music in the warbling wind,
Pour'd all th' Arabian Heaven upon her nights, At distance rising oft by small degrees,
And bless'd them oft besides with more relind Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the trees
delights. It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving airs, As did, alas! with soft perdition please :
They were in sooth a most enchanting train, Entangled deep in its enchanting snares,
Ev'n feigning virtue; skilful to unite The listening heart forgot all duties and all cares.
With evil, good, and strew with pleasure, pain.
But for those fiends, whorn blood and broils delight: A certain music, never known before,
Who hurl the wretch, as if to Hell outright, Here lull'd the pensive melancholy mind;
Down, down black gulfs, where sullen walen Full easily obtain'd. Behoves no more,
sleep, But sidelong, to the gently-waving wind,
Or hold him clambering all the fearful night To lay the well-tun'd instrument reclin'd;
On beetling cliffs, or pent in ruins deep; . From which, with airy flying fingers light,
They, till due time should serve, were bid far Beyond each mortal touch the most refin'd,
hence to keep The god of winds drew sounds of deep delight: Whence, with just cause, the harp of qolus it hight.
, to whom man is dear,
From these foul demons shield the midnight Ah me! what hand can touch the string so fine ?
gloom : Who up the lofty diapason roll
Angels of fancy and of love, be near, Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, And o'er the blank of sleep diffuse a bloom : Then let them down again into the soul ?
Evoke the sacred shades of Greece and Rome, Now rising love they fann'd; now pleasing dole And let them virtue with a look impart : They breath’d, in tender musings, through the
But chief, awhile, O! lend us from the tomb heart;
These long-lost friends for whom in love " And now a graver sacred strain they stole,
smart, As when seraphic hands an hymn impart, And fill with pious awe and joy-mixt woe the Wild-warbling Nature all above the reach of Art!
Such the gay splendor, the luxurious state,
Or are you sportive ?-Bid the morn of youth
Our easy bliss, when each thing joy supplied; But what most show'd the vanity of lifo.
Of the wild brooks But fondly wandering wide, In cruel broils engag'd, and deadly strife :
With honorable rustians in their hire, One great amusement of our household was, Cause war to rage, and blood around to pour: In a huge crystal magic globe to spy,
Of this sad work when each begins to tire, Still as you turn'd it, all things that do pass
They sit them down just where they were before, Upon this ant-hill Earth; where constantly
Till for new scenes of woe peace shall their force Of idly-busy men the restless fry
restore. Run busiling to and fro with foolish haste, In search of pleasure vain that from them fly, To number up the thousands dwelling here,
Or which obtain'd, the caitiffs dare not taste : An useless were, and eke an endless task ; When nothing is enjoy’d, can there be greater waste? From kings, and those who at the helm appear,
To gypsies brown in summer-glades who bask. “Of vanity the mirror" this was callid.
Yea, many a man, perdie, I could unmask, Here you a muckworm of the town might see, Whose desk and table make a solemn show, At his dull desk, amid his legers stallid,
With tape-tied trash, and suits of fools that ask Eat up with carking care and penurie :
For place or pension laid in decent row; Most like to carcass parch'd on gallow-tree. But these I passen by, with nameless numbers moe. “ A penny saved is a penny got;". Firm to this scoundrel maxim keepeth he,
Of all the gentle tenants of the place, Ne of its rigor will he bate a jot,
There was a man of special grave remark: Till it has quench'd his fire, and banished his pot. A certain tender gloom o'erspread his face,
Pensive, not sad, in thought involv’d, not dark; Straight from the filth of this low grub, behold! As soot this man could sing as morning-lark, Comes fluttering forth a gaudy spendthrift heir, And teach the noblest morals of the heart : All glossy gay, enameld all with gold,
But these his talents were yburied stark; The silly tenant of the summer-air,
of the fine stores he nothing would impart, In folly lost, of nothing takes he care;
Which or boon Nature gave, or Nature-painting Pimps, lawyers, stewards, harlots, flatterers vile,
Art. And thieving tradesmen him among them share :
His father's ghost from limbo-lake, the while, To noontide shades incontinent he ran, Sees this, which more damnation doth upon him pile. Where purls the brook with sleep-inviting sound;
Or when Dan Sol to slope his wheels began, This globe portray'd the race of learned men,
Amid the broom he bask'd him on the ground, Sull at their books, and turning o'er the page
Where the wild thyme and camomile are found : Backwards and forwards : oft they snatch the pen,
There would he linger, till the latest ray As if inspir'd, and in a Thespian rage;
Of light sat trembling on the welkin's bound ; Then write, and blot, as would your ruth engage.
Then homeward through the twilight shadows Why, authors, all this scrawl and scribbling sore?
stray, To lose the present, gain the future age,
Sauntering and slow. So had he passed many a day! Praised to be when you can hear no more, And much enrich'd with fame, when useless worldly Yet not in thoughtless slumber were they past : store.
For oft the heavenly fire, that lay conceal'd
Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fast, Then would a splendid city rise to view,
And all its native light anew reveal'd: With carts, and cars, and coaches, roaring all : Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field, Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew; And markt the clouds that drove before the wind, See how they dash along from wall to wall! Ten thousand glorious systems would he build, At every door, hark how they thundering call! Ten thousand great ideas fill'd his mind; Good Lord! what can this giddy rout excite? But with the clouds they fled, and left no trice Why, on each other with fell tooth to fall;
behind. A neighbor's fortune, fame, or peace to blight, And make new tiresome parties for the coming
With him was sometimes join'd, in silent walk, night.
(Profoundly silent, for they never spoke,)
One shyer still, who quite detested talk: The puzzling sons of party next appear'd,
Oft, stung by spleen, at once away he broke, In dark cabals and nightly juntoes met;
To groves of pine, and broad o'ershadowing oak, And now they whisperd close, now shrugging
There, inly thrillid, he wander'd all alone, rear'd
And on himself his pensive fury wroke, Th'important shoulder; then, as if to get
Ne ever utter'd word, save when first shone New light, their twinkling eyes were inward set. The glittering star of eve —"Thank Heaven! the No sooner Lucifer recalls affairs,
day is done." Than forth they various rush in mighty fret; When, lo! push'd up to power, and crown'd their Here lurk'd a wretch, who had not crept abroad cares,
For forty years, ne face of mortal seen; In comes another set, and kicketh them down In chamber brooding like a lothely toad : stairs.
And sure his linen was not very clean,