صور الصفحة
PDF
النشر الإلكتروني

May one kind grave unite each hapless name,
And graft my love immortal on thy fame!
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,
When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;
If ever cbance two wandering lovers brings
To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,
O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,
And drink the falling tears each other sheds;
Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd,
(), may we never love as these have lov'd !"
From the full choir, when lond hosannas rise,
And swell the ponip of dreadful sacrifice,

Amid that scene if some relenting eye
Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heaven,
One human tear shall drop, and be forgiven.
And sure if Fate soine future bard shall join
In sad similitude of griefs to mine,
Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more;
Such, if there be, who loves so long, so well;
Let him our sad, our tender story tell !
The well-sung woes will sooth my pensive ghost;
He best can paint them who shall feel them most!

[ocr errors][merged small]

ADVERTISEMENT.
The following Translations were selected from many others done by the author in his youth; for the

most part indeed but a sort of exercises, while he was improving himself in the languages, and
carried by his early bent to poetry to perform them rather in verse than proses Mr. Dryden's
Fables came out about that time, which occasioned the Translations from Chaucer. They were
first separately printed in Miscellanies by J. Tonson and B. Lintot, and afterwards collected in the
quarto edition of 1717. The Imitations of English authors, which follow, were done as early,
some of them at fourteen or fifteen years old.

THE

When opening buds salute the welcome day,

And earth relenting feels the genial ray;
TEMPLE OF FAVE.

As balmy sleep had charm'd my cares to rest,
WRITTEX IN THE YEAR 1711.

And love itself was banish'd from my breast,
(What time the morn mysterious visions brings,

While purer slumbers spread their golden wings)
ADVERTISEMENT.

A train of phantoms in wild order rose,
Tur" hint of the following piece was taken from And join'd, this intellectual scene compose.

Chaucer's House of Fame. The design is in a I stood, methought, betwixt earth, seas and
inanner entirely altered, the descriptions and The whole creation open to my eyes : [skies; 11.
most of the particular thoughts my owns; vet I In air self-balanc'd hung the globe below,
could not suffer it to be printed without this ac-

Where mountains rise, and circling oceans flow; knowledgment. The reader, who would com

Here naked rocks, and empty wastes were seen pare this with Chaucer, máy begin with his There towering cities, and the forests green: third book of Fame, there being nothing in the Here sailing ships delight the wandering eyes; two first books that answers to their title : There trees and intermingled temples rise: wherever any hint is taken from him, the pas- The transient landscape now in clouds decays

Now a clear sun the shining scene displays; sage itself is set down in the marginal notes. The poem is introduced in the manner of the Pro

O'er the wide prospect as I gaz'd around, vençal pocts, whose works were for the most Sudden I heard a wild prozoiscuous sound, part visions, or pieces of imagination, and con

Like broken thunders that at distance roar,
stantly descriptive. From these, Petrarch and Or billows murmuring on the hollow shore :
Chaucer frequently borrowed the idea of their
poems. See the Trionfi of the former, and the

Ver. 11, &c.] These verses are hinted from the
Dream, Flower and the Leaf, &c. of the latter.
The author of this therefore chose the same sort

following of Chaucer, Book ii.

Though beheld I fields and plains of exordium.

Now hills and now mountains,

Now valeis, and now forestrs,
THE TEMPLE OF FAME.

And now imneth great bestes,

Now rivers, now citees, Ix that soft season, when descending showers

Now towns, now great trees, Call forth the greens, and wake the rising tewers; Now shippes sayling in the sce.

IMITATIONS.

[ocr errors]

1

IMITATIONS,

Then gazing up, a glorious pile beheld, (ceald. Their names inscrib'd unnumber'd ages past
Whose towering summit ambient clouds con From Time's first birth, with Time itself shall last;
High on a rock of ice the structure lay, 27 These ever new, nor subject to decays,
Steep its ascent, and slippery was the way; Spread and grow brighter with the length of days.
The wonderous rock like Parian marble shone, So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of
And seern'd, to distant sigbt, of solid stone.

frost)
Inscriptions here of various names I view'd, 31 Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast;
The greater part by hostile time subducd; Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away,
Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past, And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play;
And poets once had promis'd they stwuld last. . Eternal snows the growing mass supply,
Some fresh engrav'd appeard of wits renown'd; Till the bright mountains prop th' incumbent sky;
I look'd again, nor could their trace be found. As Atlas fix'd, each hoary pile appears,
Critics I saw, that other namnes deface,

The gather'd winter of a thousand years. And fix their own, with labour, in their place : On this foundation Fame's high temple stands; Their own, like others, soon their place resign'd, Stupendous pile! not rear'd by mortal hands. Or disappear'd, and left the first behind.

Whate'er proud Rome or artful Grecce beheld, Nor was the work innpair'd by storms alone, 41 Or elder Babylon, its frame excell'd. But felt th' approaches of too warın a sun ;

Four faces had the dome, and every face, For Fame, impatient of extremes, decays

Of various structure, but of equal grace! Not more by Envy, than excess of Praise.

Four brazen gates, on columns lifted high, Yet part no injuries of Heaven could feel, 45 Salute the different quarters of the sky. Like crystal faithful to the graving steel:

Here fabled chiefs in darker ages born, The rock's high summit, in the temple's shade,

Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn, Nor heat could melt, nor beating storm invade. Who cities rais d, or tam'd a monstrous race,

The walls in venerable order grace:

Heroes ju animated marble frown, Ver. 27. High on a rock of ice, &c.] Chaucer's And legislators seem to think in stone. third book of Fame.

Westward, a sumptuous frontispiece appear'd, It stood upon so high a rock,

On Doric pillars of white marble rear'd, Higher standeth none in Spaynem

Crown'd with an architrave of antique mold, What manner stone this rock was,

And sculpture rising on the roughend gold. For it was like a lymed glass,

In shaggy spoils here Theseus was beheld, But that it shone full inore clere;

And Perseus dreadful with Minerva's shield: But of what congeled matere

There great Alcides, stooping with his toil, It was, I niste redily;

Rests on his club, and holds th' Hesperian spoil : But at the last espied I,

Here Orpheus sings ; trees moving to the sound And found that it was every dele,

Start froin their roots, and form a shade around: A rock of ice, and not of stele.

Amphion there the loud creating lyre Ver. 31. Inscriptions here, &c.]

Strikes, and behold a sudden Thebes aspire !
Tho' saw I all the hill y-grave

Cythæron's echoes answer to his call,
With famous folkes names fele,

And half the mountain rolls into a wall:
That had been in much wele

There might you see the lengthening spires ascend,
And her faines wide y-blow;

The domes swell up, the widening arches bend,
But well unneth might I know,

The growing towers like exhalations rise,
Any letters for to rede

And the huge columns heave into the skies.
Their names by, for out of drede

The easteru front was glorious to behold,
They weren almost otf-thawen so,

With diamond flaming, and Barbaric gold.
That of the letters one or two

There Ninus shone, who spread th’ Assyrian fame,
Were molte away of every name,

And the great founder of the Persian name :
So unfamous was woxe her famne;

There in long robes the royal Magi stand,
But men said, what may ever last? Grave Zoroaster waves the circling wand:
Ver. 41. Nor was the work impair'd, &c. The sage Chaldæns rob'd in white appear'd,
Tho' gan I in myne harte cast,

And Brachmans, decp in desert woods rever'd. That they were inolte away for heate, These stopp'd the Moon, and call’d th' unbody'd And not away with storines beate,

shades Ver. 45. Yet part no injuries, &c.]

To midnight banquets in the glimmering glades; For on that other side I sey,

Made visionary fabrics round them rise, Of that hill which northward ley,

And airy sper

skim before their eyes; How it was written full of names

Of talisinans and sigils knew the power,
Of folke, that had before great fames, And careful watch'd the planetary hour.
Of old time, and yet they were

Superior, and alone, Confucius stood,
As fresh as men had written hem there Who taught that useful science, to be good.
That self-day, or that houre

But on the south, a long majestic race
That I on hem gan to poure:

Of Egypt's priests the gilded niches grace, But well I wiste what it made;

Who measur'd Earth, describ'd the starry spheras, It was conserved with the shade

And trac'd the long records of lunar years. (All the writing that I sye)

High on his car Sesostris struck my view Of the castle that stoode on high,

Whom scepter'd slaves in golden harness drew: And stood eke in so cold a place,

His hands a bow and pointed javelin hold; That heat might it not deface.

His giant limbs are arm'd in scales of gold,

[ocr errors]

IMITATIONS.

Between the statues obelisks were plac'd,

But in the centre of the hallow'd choir, And the learn'd walls with hieroglyphics grac'd. Six poinpous columns o'er the rest aspire ; 159

Of Gothic structure was the northern side, Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand, D'erwrought with ornaments of barbarous pride. Hold the chief honours, and the fane command. There huge Colosses rose, with trophies crown'd, High on the first, the mighty Homer shone; 182 And Runic characters were grav'd around.

Eternal adamant compos'd his throne; There sat Zamolxis with erected eyes,

Father of verse ! in holy Gillets drest, And Odin here in mimic trances dies.

His silver beard wav'd gently o'er his breast; There on rude iron columns, smeard with blood, Though blind, a boldness in his looks appears ; The horrid forms of Scythian heroes stood,

In years he seemd, but not impair'd by years. Druids and bards (their once loud harps unstrung) The wars of Troy were round the pillar seen: And youths that died to be by poets sung.

Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian queen; These and a thousand more of doubtful fame, Here Hector glorious froin Patroclus' fall, To whom old fables gave a lasting name,

Here dragyd in triumph round the Trojan wall. In ranks adornd the temple's outward face; Motion and life did every part inspire, The wall in lustre and effect like glass, 132 Bold was the work, and prov'd the master's fire; Which, o'er each object casting various dyes, A sirong expression most he scem'd t'affect, Enlarges some, and others multiplies :

And here and there disclos'd a brare neglect. Nor void of emblem was the mystic wall,

A golden coluinn next in rank appeard, 196 For thus romantic Pame increases all.

On which a shrine of purest gold was rear'd; The temple shakes, the sounding gates unfold, Finish'd the whole, and labour'd every part, Wide vaults appear, and roofs of fretted gold : With patient touches of unwearied Art: Rais'd on a thousand pillars wreath'd around The Mantran there in sober triumph sate, With laurel-foliage, and with eagles crown'd: Compos'd his posture, and his look sedate; Of bright transparent beryl were the walls,

On Momor still he fix'd a reverent eye,
The freezes gold, and gold the capitals:

Great without pride, in modest majesty.
As Heaven with stars, the roof with jewels glows, In living sculpture on the sides were spread
And ever-living lamps depend in rows.

The Latian wars, and haughty Turnus dead;
Full in the passage of each spacious gate,

Eliza stretch'd upon the funeral pyre,
The sage historia is in white garments wait; Encas bending with his aged sire:
Grav'd o'er their seats the form of Time was

found,
His scythe revers'd, and both his pinions bound.
Within stood heroes, who through loud alarms Ver. 179. Six pompous columns, &c.]
In bloody fields pursued renown in arms.

From the dees many a pillere,
High on a throne with trophies charg'd, I view'd Of metal that shone not full clere, &c.
The youth that all things but himself subducd;

Upou a pillere saw I stonde His feet on sceptres and tiaras trod,

That was of lede and iron fine,
And his horn'd head bely'd the Lybian god.

Him of the sect Saturnine,
There Cæsar, grac'd with both Minervas, shone; The Ebraicke Josephus the old, &c.
Cassar, the world's great master, and his own;

l'pon an iron pilli re strong, Unmov'd, superior still in every state,

That painted was all endlong, And scarce detested in his country's fate.

With Tigers' blood in every place, But chief were those, who not for empire fought,

The 'Tholosan that hight Stace, But with their toils their people's safety bought: That bear of Thebes up the name, &c. High o'er the rest Epaminondas stood ;

Ver. 182.] Timoleon, glorious in his brother's blood;

Full wonder high on a pillere Bold Scipio, saviour of the Roman state;

Of iron, he the great Omer, Great in his triumphs, in retirement great ;

And with him Dares and 'Titus, &c. And wise Aurelius, in whose well-taught inind

Ver. 196, &c.) With bound ass power unbounded virtue join'd,

There saw I stand on a pillere His own strict julge, and patron of mankind.

That was of tinned iron cleere, Much suffering heroes next their bonours

The latin poet Virgyle, claim, Those of less noisy, and less guilty fame,

That hath bore up of a great while Fair Virtue s silent train : supreme of these

The fame of pious Fneas: Here ever shines the godlike Socrates;

And next him on a pillere was He whom ungrateful Athens could expell

Of copper, Venus' clerke Ovile,

That bath sowen wondrous wide
At all times just, but when he sizn'd the shell:
Here his abode the martyrid Phocion claims,

The great god of love's fame
With Agis, not the last of Spartan names:

Tho saw I on a pillere by

Of iron wro'ight full stornly,
l'inconquer'd Cato shows the wound he tore,
And Brutus his ill genius meets no more.

The great poet Dan Lucan,
That on his shoulders bore up then
As hve as that I might see,

The fame of Julius and Pompce.
Ver. 132. The wall in lustre, &c.)

And next him on a pillere stode
It shone lights than a claus,

Of sulphure, like as he were wode,
And wide well more tijan it was,

Dan (laudian, sotle for to tell,
As kind of thing Fame is.

That bare up all the fame of Hell, &c.'

IMITATION.

(ars.

Troy flam'd in burning gold, and o'er the throne A thousand busy tongues the goddess bears,
ARMS AND THE MAN in golden cyphers shone. And thonsand open eyes, and thousand listening

Four swans sustain a car of silver bright, (fight:
With heads advanc'd, anti pinions stretch'd for Beneath, in order rang'd, the tunefal Nine 270
Here, like some furious prophet, Pindar rode, (Her virgin bandmaids) still attend the shrine:
And seem'd to labour with th' inspiring god. With eyes on Fame for ever fix'd, they sing;
Across the harp a careless hand he flings,

For Fame they raise their voice, and tune the string; And boldly sinks into the sounding strings.

With Time's first birth began the heavenly lays, The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, And last, eternal, through the length of days Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race,

Around these wonders as I cast a look, 276 The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run; The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook, The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone; And all the nations, summon'd at the call, The champions in distorted postures threat ; From different quarters fill the crowded hall: And all appear'd irregularly great.

Of various tongues the mingle sounds were heard; Here happy Horace tun'd th’ Ausonian lyre In various garbs proiniscuous throngs appeard; To sweeter sounds, and ten.per'd Pindar's fire : Thick as the bees, that with the spring renew Pleas'd with Alcæus' manly rage t’infuse

'Their flo:very toils, and sip the fragrant dew, The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse.

When the wingid colonies first tempt the sky, The polish'd pillar different sculptures grace; O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly, A work outlasting monumental brass.

Or, settling, seize the sweets the blossoms yield, Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear, And a low murmur runs along the field. The Julian star and great Augustus here.

Millions of suppljant crouds the shrine attend, The doves that round the infant poet spread And all degrees before the goddess bend; Myrtles and bays, hung hovering o'er his head. The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage,

Here, in a shrine that cast a dazzling light, And boasting youth, and narrative old-age. Sate fix'd in thought the mighty Stagirite;

Their pleas were different, their request the same; His sacred head a radiant zodiac crown'd,

For good and bad alike are fond of Fame. And various animals his sides surround;

Some she disgrac'd, and some with honours His piercing eyes, erect, appear to view

Unlike successes equal merits found. (crown'd; 294 Superior worlds, and look all Nature through. Thus her blind sister, tickle Fortune, reigns, With equal rays immortal Tully shone,

And undiscerning scatters crowns and chains. The Roman rostra deck'd the consul's throne:

First at the shrine the learned world appear, Gathering his flowing robe, he seem'd to stand And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer. In act to speak, and graceful stretci'd his hand. Long have we sought t' instruct and please man. Behind, Pome's genius waits with civic crowns,

kind, And the great father of his country owns.

With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind ; These massy columns in a circle rise,

But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by noue,
O'er which a pompous dome invades the skies: We here appeal to thy superior throne :
Searce to the top I stretch'd my aching siglit, On wit and learning the just prize bestow,
So large it spread, and swellid to such a height. For Fame is all we must expect below.”
Full in the midst proud Fame's jinperial seut

The goddess heard, and bade the Muses raise With jewels blaz'l, magnificently great;

The golden trumpet of eternal Praise : The vivid emeralds there revive the eye,

From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound, The flaming rubies show their sanguine dye,

That fills the circuit of the world around;
Bright azure rays from lively sapphires stream,
And lucid amber casts a golden gleam.

IMITATIONS.
With various-colour'd light the pavement shone, Vor. 270. Beneath, in order rany'd, &c.]
And all on fire appear'd the glowing throne;

I heard about her throne y sung
The dome's high arch reflects the mingled blaze, That all the palays walls rug,
And forms a rainbow of alternate rays.

So sung the mighty Muse, she When on the goddess first I cast niy sight,

That cleped is Calliope, Scarce scem'd her stature of a cubit's height; 259

And her seven sisters cke-
But swell’d to larger size, the more I gaz'd,

Ver. 276. Around these wonders, &c.]
Till to the roof her towering front she rais'd.
With her, the teinple every moment grew,

I heard a noise arproachen blive,

That tar'd as becs done in a live, And ampler vistas opeu'd to my view:

Against her time of out-tlying, Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend,

Right such a minere murmwing, And arches widen, and long aisles extend.

For all the could it seemned inc, Such was her form, as antient bar have told,

Tho gan I look about and see Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold;

That there came entering into th' hally

A right great company withal;
IMITATION.
Ver. 259. Scarce scend her stature, &c.]

An that of sundry revions,

Of all kind of conditions, &c.
Methought that she was so lite,
That the longib of a cubite

Ver. 291, Some she disgrac'd, &c.)
Was longer than she sccuned be;

Aud some of them she granted sono, But thos soone in a while she,

And some she warned well anul fir, Hlerself the wonderly straight,

And some she granted the contrairThat with her feet she the Earth right,

Right as her sister, dame Furtune, And with her head she touchyd licayen

Is wout to serve iu cuuunune.

[ocr errors]

Not all at once, as thinder breaks the cloud; A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore,
The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : And proud defiance in their looks they bore :
By just degrees they every moment rise,

“For thee” (they cry'd) “amidst alarms and strife, Fill the wide Earth, and gain upon the skies. We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life ; At every breath were balmy odours shed,

For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and blood, Which still grew sweeter, as they wider spread : And swam to empire through the purple flood. Less fragrant scents th' unfolding rose exhales, Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own; Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.

What virtue seem'd, was done for thee alone.” Next these the good and just, an awful train, 318 “ Ambitious fools !" (the queen reply'd, and frown'd) Thus on their knees address the sacred fane. “ Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd; “Since living virtue is with envy curs'd,

There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone, And the best men are treated like the worst, Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown !” Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my And give each deed th' exact intripsic worth."

sight, “Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd,” And cach majestic phantom sunk in night. (Said Fame) “ but high above desert renown'd: Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen; 356 Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze,

Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien, And the loud clarion labour in your praise.". “Great idol of mankind! we neither claim

This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd 328 The praise of merit, nor aspire to Pame! Prefer'd the same request, and lowly bow'd; But, safe in deserts from th' applause of men, The constant tenour of whose well-spent days Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen. No less deserv'd a just return of praise.

"Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight But straight the direful trump of Slander sounds; Those aots of goodness which themselves requite. Through the big dome the doubling thunder O let us still the secret joys partake, bounds;

To follow Virtue ev'n for Virtue's sake." Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies,

“And live there men, who slight immortal Fame! The dire report through every region flies,

Who then with incense shall adore our name? In every car incessant rumours rung,

But, mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride, And gathering scandals grew on every tongue.

To blaze those virtues which the good would hide, From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke 338 Rise! Muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath ; Sulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling smoke: These must not sleep in darkness and in death.” The poisonous vapour blots the purple skies, She said : in air the trembling music floats, And withers all before it as it Aies,

And on the winds triumphant swell the notes;

So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear, IMITATIONS.

Ev'n listening angels lean from Heaven to hear: Ver. 318. The good and just, &c.]

To farthest shores th' ambrosial spirit flies, Tho came the third companye,

Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies. And gan up to the dees to hye,

Next these a youthful train their vows express'd, And down on knees they fell anone,

With feathers crown'd, with gay embroidery And saiden : “We been everichone

dress'd : Folke that han full truely

"Hither,” they cry'd, " direct your cyes, and sec Deserved fame right-fully,

The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry;
And prayen you it might be knowe
Right as it is, and forth blowe.”

“ I grant," quoth she, “ for now we list 'That your good works shall be wist.

Ver. 356. Then came the smallest, &c.] And yet ye shall have hetter loos,

I saw anone the Gifth route, Right in despite of all your foos,

That to this lady gan loute, Than worthy is, and that anone.

And downe on knees anone to fall, Læt now," quoth she, “thy trump gone" And to her they besoughten all, And certes all the breath that went

To hiden their good works eke. Out of his trump's mouth siel'd

And said, they yeve not a leke As men a pot of baume held

For no fame ne such renowne; Among a basket full of roses.

For they for contemplacyoune,
Ver. 3:9, 338. Behold another croud, &c.

And Goddes love had it wrought,
From the black trumpet's rusty, &c.]

Ne of fame would they ought.
Therewithal there came anone

“What,” quoth she, “and be ye wood ? Anotł:er huge companye

And ween ye for to do good, Of good folke

And for to have it of no fame? What did this Eolus, but he

Have ye despite to have my name? Took out his-trump of brass,

Nay ye shall lien everichone: That fouler than the Devil was:

Blow thy trump, and that anone” And gan his trump for to blowe,

(Quoth she) “ thou Eolus, I hote, As all the world should overthrowe,

And ring these folks works by wrote, Throughout every regiono

That all the world may of it heare :" Went this foul trumpet's soune

And he gan blow their loos so cleare, Swift as a pellet out of a gunne,

In his golden clarioune, When fire is in the powiler runne.

Through the world went the sonne, And such a smoke gan out wende,

All so kindly, and eke so soft, Out of the foul trumpet's ende--&c.

That ther fame was blown aloft

IMITATION

« السابقةمتابعة »