I laugh at this,-yet, while I laugh, desire, As Pluto grim, with high and haughty stride, X. Strike ye the harp,-strike ye the harp, and sing! A flower more beauteous Phœbus never knew, XI. Sabina to Aristes doth repair, Long hath he waited her with anxious fear; Wish'd for that peace she only can impart : His soul with boding heaviness oppress'd, But, see! she now appeareth,-lo, delight Joy touch'd Aristes' soul, her hand of snow Oh! then there was a conflict in her heart, F There is a sort of sympathy in souls, That links them, tho' divided by the poles ; Strengthen'd by Friendship and by Love, to attract, To inform, of every kindred thought and act; Participant of pruescience, to foretell, By secret workings, coming good or ill; Dejects and glooms, or brightens them and cheers, As woe or gladness visits them or their's. XII. Where is the mortal who doth strength possess, And, when requited by a husband's love, Such strength it tasks true woman's faith to move! Love, built on choice, lives in the soul alway, Inseparable e'en by death, that may Destroy all other passions of the earth; With holy fire it doth for ever burn, From heaven it came, and must to heav'n return, There with the spirit it wings, and there, once more, There reunite the exquisite sweet ties XIII. Where is the antient liberty of Greece, That throned her realms in wisdom and in peace?; Still may it live-but hastening to decay, Like the last halo of expiring day. What powers, presided at this tyrant's birth, And gave him heart to injure honest worth? Did by the song delude and Beauty's glare. XIV. Now all is calm-and each in either's She feared the Tyrant and presaged her woe- XV. Hail, star of the descending eve, all hail! The winds are laid, the heavens are blue and clear; Afar, climb up the rocks the surging foam, END OF FOURTH CANTO. DISCUSSION: HAS LITERATURE BEEN MORE PROMOTED BY THE PATRONAGE OF THE GREAT, OR BY THE TASTE AND GENIUS OF THE PEOPLE? THE following course of argument was pursued by those who attributed the promotion of literature chiefly to the taste and genius of the people. Though it might be admitted, that literature was in some respects indebted to the great, yet its progress had been much retarded by their frequent and constant endeavours, more especially in former times, to engross it entirely to themselves. If they admired and cultivated literature, it was for their own pleasure and benefit; for the people, in general, their concern was small. They regarded intellectual improvement as a means of increasing their own dignity and power, and they were consequently jealous of its being shared by those beneath them. Under the influence of these feelings, they patronized literature so far as it was subservient to their own views'; but, beyond that, they checked and retarded its diffusion, lest the expansion of the public mind should operate as a contraction of their authority. At the same time, therefore, that on some occasions they protected literature, and promoted its cultivation, they did so to a very limited extent; and, whatever improvements they encouraged, they took especial care that the light of increased knowledge should not extend beyond the sphere in which they moved. The consequence of this illiberal course was, that the people were kept in darkness for ages, and their taste and genius suffered to lie torpid under the benumbing influence of ignorance and superstition, till the art of printing was discovered, and shed abroad upon the benighted world the welcome rays of intelligence and truth. Ever since that glorious epoch, the people had done more for literature than the great ever did or ever could do. No sooner were their fetters broken, and their eyes opened, than they explored those regions of knowledge which had been before prohibited, and at once saw and appreciated the value of those intellectual treasures, of which for so long a period they had unjustly been deprived. They displayed their taste by the keenness of their relish for the beautiful remains of antiquity; and their genius was at length still more strikingly exhibited by those original productions, which have rivalled even ancient excellence. What the great had done for literature in modern times, was trifling indeed. It was not often, or to any great extent, that they had been patrons : still less had they shone themselves as authors. Whether in the one character or the other, they had frequently done as much injury as benefit. When they had patronized genius, they had often either stifled or corrupted it. When they had published their own productions, they had often disgraced the pen which they assumed. Too frequently had the writings of the great been distinguished as impious or obscene, and it had sometimes been well for mankind when they were merely contemptible. Many were the instances in which their pa tronage had been bestowed upon the worthless, while genius and virtue had pined in unmerited obscurity. But let the intelligent mind call to recollection what popular talent had achieved, and a host of illustrious names would be present to the view. Whatever was profound in philosophy,-whatever was sublime or beautiful in poetry,-whatever was brilliant in eloquence,-whatever was instructive in history,—whatever promoted refinement in letters, was indebted more to the taste and genius, which had no rank but what they gave, than to any encouragement from crowns or titles. The course pursued by the great had generally been the same both in ancient and modern times, in this country and in others. Thus, in Egypt, the priests formed the only class by which learning was possessed, while the people were sunk in the grossest ignorance. For a long period, it was the same in Greece. In those countries the priests might justly be considered as the great, for to them all bowed submissive, and yielded to their dictates implicit obedience. Yet, favourable as the opportunity was, arising from the possession of such unlimited power over the minds of men, to diffuse abroad the |