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“ The tender thought on thee shall dwell,
Each lonely scene shall thee restore,

For thee the tear be duly shed ;
Belov'd, till life can charm no more ;

And mourn’d, till Pity's self be dead.”
The Ode on the Death of Thomson seems to have been written in an excursion to
Richmond by water. The rural scenery has a proper effect in an ode to the memory
of a poet, much of whose merit lay in descriptions of the same kind, and the appella-
tions of “ Druid,” and “meek Nature's child,” are happily characteristic. For the
better understanding of this ode, it is necessary to remember, that Mr. Thomson lies
buried in the church of Richmond.

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VILENT Nymph, with curious eye!

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On the mountain's lonely van,
Beyond the noise of busy man ;
Pairiting fair the form of things,
While the yellow linnet sings ;.
Or the tuneful nightingale
Charms the forest with her tale ;
Come, with all thy various dues,
Come, and aid thy lister Muse ;
Now, while Phoebus riding high,
Gives lustre to the land and sky!
Grongar Hill invites my song,
Draw the landskip bright and strong ;
Grongar, in whose mossy cells,
Sweetly musing, Quiet dwells ;
Grongar, in whore filert shade,
For the modest Muses made,
So oft I have, the evening still,
At the fountain of a rill,
Sate upon a flowery bed,
With my hand beneath my head ;
While stray'd my eyes o'er Towy's food,
Over mead, and over wood,
From house to house, from hill to hill,
Till Contemplation had her fill.

About his chequer'd fides I wind,
And leave his brooks and meads behind,
And groves, and grottoes where I lay,
And viftoes shooting beams of day :
Wide and wider spreads the vale ;
As circles on a smooth canal :
The mountains round, unhappy fate !
Sooner or later, of all height,
Withdraw their summits from the skies,
And lefsen as the others rise :
Still the prospect wider spreads,
Adds a thousand woods and meads ;
Still it widens, widens still,
And finks the newly-risen hill.

Now, I gain the mountain's brow,
What a landskip lies below!
No clouds, no vapours intervene ;
But the gay, the open scene,

Does the face of Nature show,
In all the hues of Heaven's bow !
And, swelling to embrace the light,
Spreads around beneath the sight.

Old castles on the cliffs arise,
Proudly towering in the skies !
Ruthing from the woods, the spires
Seem from hence ascending firest
Half his beams Apollo sheds
On the yellow mountain-heads !
Gilds the fleeces of the flocks,
And glitters on the broken rocks !

Below me trees unnumber'd rise,
Beautiful in various dyes :
The gloomy pine, the poplar blue,
The yellow beech, the sable yew,
The Nender fir, that taper grows,
The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. -
And beyond the purple grove,
Haunt of Phyllis, Queen of Love !
Gaudy as the opening dawn,
Lies a long and level lawn,
On which a dark hill, steep and high,
Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Deep are his feet in Towy's flood,
His sides are cloath'd with waving wood,
And ancient towers crown his brow,
That cast an aweful look below;
Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps,
And with her arms from falling keeps ;
So both a safety from the wind
On mutual dependence find.
'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ;
'Tis now th' apartment of the toad ;
And there the fox securely feeds ;
And there the poisonous adder breeds,
Conceal'd in ruins, moss, and weeds ;
While, ever and anon, there falls
Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls,
Yet time has seen, that lifts the low,
And level lays the lofty brow,
Has seen this broken pile compleat,
Big with the vanity of state ;
But transient is the smile of Fate !
A little rule, a little sway,
A sun-beam in a winter's-day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.

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« Aspice murorum moles, præruptaque saxa,

« Obrutaque horrenti vesta theatra fitu : “ Hæc sunt Roma. Viden' velut ipsa cadavera

“ Urbis adhuc spirent imperiosa minas ?”



And see the rivers how they run,
Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
Sometimes twitt, sometimes now,
Wave fucceeding wave, they go
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life, to endless fleep!
Thus is Nature's vefture wrought,
To instruct our wandering thought ;
Thus the dresses green and gay,
To disperse our cares away.

Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landskip tire the view !

The fountain's fall, the river's Aow,
The woody vallies, warm and low;
The windy summit, wild and high,
Roughly rushing on the sky !
The pleasant seat, the ruin'd, tower,
The naked rock, the shady bower ;
The town and village, dome and tarm,
Each give each a double charm,
As pearls upon an Æthiop's arm.

See on the mountain's southern side,
Wnere the prospect opens wide,
Where the evening gilds the tide ;
How close and finall the hedges lie!
What streaks of meadows cross the eye !
A step methinks may pass the stream,
So little distant dangers seem ;
So we mistake the future's face,
Ey'd through Hope's deluding glass ;
As yon summits soft and fair,
Clad in colours of the air,
Which, to those who journey near,
Barren, brown, and rough appear ;
Still we tread the same coarse way,
The present's still a cloudy day.

I with myself agree,
And never covet what I fee :
Content me with an humble shade,
My passions tam'd, my wishes laid;
For, while our wishes wildly roll,
We banish quiet from the soul :
'Tis thus the bufy beat the air,
And misers gather wealth and care.

Now, ev'n now, my joys run high,
As on the mountain-turf I lie ;
While the wanton Zephyr sings,
And in the vale perfumes his wings ;
While the waters murmur deep ;
While the thepherd charms his sheep ;
While the birds unbounded Ay,
And with music fill the sky,
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.

Be full, ye courts ; be great who will ;
Search for Peace with all your skill:
Open wide the lofty door,
Seek her on the marble floor.
In vain you search, the is not there ;
In vain ye search the domes of care!
Grass and flowers Quiet treads,
On the meads, and mountain-heads,
Along with Pleasure, close ally’d,
Ever by each other's fide :

NOUGH of Grongar, and the shady dales

Of winding Towy, Merlin's feebled haunt 1 ling inglorious. Now the love of arts, And what in metal or in stone remains Of proud antiquity, through various realms And various languages and ages fam'd, Bears me remote, o`er Gallia's woody bounds, O’er the cloud-piercing Alps remote ; beyond The vale of Arno purpled with tlie vine, Beyond the Umbrian and Etruscan hills, To Latium's wide Champain, forlorn and waste, Where yellow Tiber his neglected wave Mournfully rolls. Yet once again, my Muse, Yet once again, and soar a loftier flight; Lo the resistless theme, imperial Rome.

Fall'n, fall’n, a silent heap ; her heroes all Sunk in their urns ; behold the pride of pomp, The throne of nations fallin; obscur'd in duit; Ev'n yet majestical : the solemn scene Elates the foul, while now the rising Sun Flames on the ruins in the purer air Towering aloft, upon the glittering plain, Like broken rocks, a vast circumference; Rent palaces, crush'd colamns, rifled moles, Fanes roll'd on fanes, and tombs on buried tombs.

Deep lies in dust the Theban obelisk
Immense along the waste; minuter art,
Gliconian forms, or Phidian, subtly fair,
O’erwhelming ; as th' immense Leviathan
The finny brood, when near lerne's share
Out-stretch'd, unwieldy, his illand length appears
Above the foamy food. Globose and' huge,
Grey-mouldering temples (well, and wide o'ercast
The solitary landscape, hills and woods,
And boundless wilds; while the vine-mantled

The pendent goats unveil, regardless they
Of hourly peril, though the clifted domes
Tremble to every wind. The pilgrim oft
At dead of night, ’mid his oraison hears
Aghast the voice of time, disparting towers,
Tumbling all precipitate down-dash'd,
Rattling around, loud thundering to the Moon i
While murmurs sooth each aweful interval


Of ever-falling waters; shrouded Nile,

Desponding Brutus, dubious of the riglıt, Eridanus, and Tiber with his twins,

In evil days, or iaith, of public weal, And palmy Euphrates ; they with dropping locks, Solicitous and lad. Thy next regard Hang o'er their urns, and mournfully among Be Tully's graceful attitude : unprais'd, The plaintive-echoing ruins pour their streams, His out-stretch'd arm he waves, in act to speak Yet here, adventurous in the sacred search

Before the filent matters of the world, Of ancient arts, the delicate of mind,

And eloquence arrays him. There behold Curious and model, from all climes refort.

Prepar'd for combat in the front of war Grateful society! with these I raise

The pious brothers; jealous Alba stands
The toillome ftep up the proud Palatin,

In fearful expectation of the Atrife,
Through spiry cypress gruves, and towering pine, And youthful Rome intent: the kindred foes
Waving aloft o'er the big ruins brows,

Fall on each other's neck in silent tears;
On numerous arches rear'd: and frequent stoppid, In forrowful benevolence embrace
The funk ground startles me with dreadful chasm, Howe'er, they foon unsheath the flashing fword,
Breathing forth darkness from the vast profound Their country calls to arms; now all in vain
Of ifles and halls, within the mountain's womb. The mother clasps the knee, and ev'n the fair
Nor these the nether works; all these beneath, Now weeps in vain ; their country calls to arins.
And all beneath the vales and hills around,

Such virtue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rouz'd; Extend the cavern'd sewers, malty, firm,

Such were the Fabii, Decii ; so inspir'd, As the Sibylline grot beside the dead

The Scipios battled, and the Gracchi spoke : Lake of Avernus; such the fewers huge,

So rose the Roman state. Me now, of these Whither the great Tarquinian genius dooms Deep-musing, high ambitious thoughts inflame Each wave impure; and proud with added rains, Greatly to serve my country, diftant land, Hark now the mighty billows lash their vaults, And build me virtuous fame ; nor shall the dust And thunder ; how they heave their rocks in vain! Of these fallin piles with thew of fad decay Though now inceffant time has roll'd around Avert the good resolve, mean argument, A thousand winters o'er the changeful world, The fate alone of matter.—Now the brow And yet a thousand since, th' indignant floods We gain enraptur'd ; beauteously distinct * Roar loud in their firm bounds, and dash and swell, The numerous forti :os and do nes upswell, In vain; convey'd to Tiber's lowest wave.

With obelisks and columns interpos'd, Hence over airy plains, by crystal founts, And pine, and fir, and oak : so sair a fcene That weave their glittering waves with tunețul lapse, Sees not the dervise from the spiral tomb Among the sleeky pebbles, agate clear,

Of ancient Chanimos, while his eye beholds Cerulean ophite, and the flowery vein

Proud Memphis' reliques o'er th' Ægyptian plain : Of orient jasper, pleas'd I move along,

Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus' brow, And yases boro'd, and huge inscriptive stones, Though graceful Athens, in the vale beneath. And intermingling vines; and figur'd nymphs, Along the windings of the Muse's stream, Flora's and Chloe's of delicious mould,

Lucid llyffus weeps her filent schools,
Chearing the darkness; and deep empty tombs, And groves, unvisited by bard or fage.
And deils, and mouldering Mrines, with old decay Amid the towery ruins, huge, supreme,
Rustic and green, and wide-embowering shades, Th' enormous amphitheatre behold,
Shot from the crooked clefts of nodding towers. Mountainous pile ! o'er whose capacious womb
A solemn wilderness! with error sweet,

Pours the broad firmament its varied light;
I wind the lingering step, where-e'er the path . While from the central floor the seats ascend
Mazy conducts me, which the vulgar foot

Round above round, now-widening to the verge
O'er sculptures maim'd has made ; Anubis, Sphinx, A circuit vast and highi; nor less had held
Idols of antique guise, and horned Pan,

Imperial Rome, and her attendant realms, Terrific, monstrous shapes! preposterous Gods, When drunk with rule she will'd the fierce delight. Of Fear and Ignorance, by the sculptor's hand And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out-ruin « Hewn into form, and worshipp'd ; as ev'n now Before th' innumerable shouting crowd Blindly they worship at their breathless mouths t The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds, In varied appellations : men to these

Lions and tigers, wolves and elephants, (From deep to depth in darkening error fallen) And desperate men, more fell. Abhorrid intent! At length ascrib'd th' Inapplicable Name.

By frequent converse with familiar death, How doth it please and fill the memory

To kindle brutal daring apt for war; With deeds of brave renown, while on each hand To lock the breast, and itsalti' obdurate heart Hiltoric urns and breathing statues rise,

Amid the piercing cries of fore distress And speaking buits ! Sweet Scipio, Marius stern, Impenetrable. --But away thine eye ; Pompey superb, the spirit-ítirring form

Behold yon steepy cliff; the modern pile Of Czesar raptur'd with the charm of rule

Perchance may now delight, while that, reverdt And boundless fame ; impatient for exploits, In ancient days, the page alone declares, His eager eyes upcalt, he soars in thought

Or narrow coin tuough dim cærulean rust. Above all height: and his own Brutus see,

The fane was Jove's, its spacious golden roof,

O'er thick-surrounding temples beaming widi, Fountains at Rome adorned with the statues of those rivers.

* From the Palatin hill one sees most of the re+ Several statues of the Pagan gods have been con- markable antiquities, serted into imas of saints,

+ The Capitol.

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Appear'd, as when above the morning hills By thy majestic daughters, Judah fair,
Half the round sun ascends; and tower'd aloft And Tyrus and Sidonia, lovely nymphs,
Sustain'd by columns huge, innumerous

And Libya bright, and all-enchanting Greece,
As cedars proud on Canaan's verdant heights Whole numerous towns and isles, and peopled feas,
Darkening their idols, when Astarte lur'd

Rejoic'd around her lyre; th' heroic note Too-prosperous Ifrael from his living strength. (Smit with sublime delight) Aufonia caught, And next regard yon venerable dome,

And plann’d imperial Rome. Thy hand benign Which virtuous Latium, with erroneous aim, Rear'd up her towery battlements in strength; Rais'd to her various deities, and nam'd

Bent her wide bridges o'er the swelling stream Pantheon ; plain and round; of this our world Of Tuscan Tiber; thine those folemn domes Majestic emblem ; with peculiar grace

Devoted to the voice of humbler prayer ; Before its ample orb, projected stands

And thine those piles * undeck'd, capacious, vast, The many-pillar'd portal : noblest work

In days of dearth where tender Charity Of human skill: here, curious architect,

Dispens'd her timely succours to the poor. If thou essay'ft, ambitious, to surpass

Thine too those musically-falling founts, Palladius, Angelus, or British Jones,

To Nake the clammy lip; adown they fall, On these fair walls extend the certain scale,

Musical ever; while from yon blue hills,
And turn th' instructive compass : careful mark Dim in the clouds, the radiant aqueducts
How far in hidden art, the noble plain

Turn their innumerable arches o'er
Extends, and where the lovely forms commence The spacious desert, brightening in the sun,
Of flowing sculpture : nor neglect to note

Proud and more proud in their august approach : How range the taper columns, and what weight High o'er irriguous vales and woods and towns, Their leafy brows sustain : fair Corinth first

Glide the soft whispering waters in the wind, Boasted their order, which Callimachus

And here united pour their silver streams (Reclining studious on Asopus' banks

Among the figur'd rocks, in murmuring falls,
Beneath an urn of some lamented nymph)

Musical ever. These thy beauteous works:
Haply compos'd; the urn with foilage curl'd And what beside felicity could tell
Thinly conceal'd, the chapiter inform'd.

Of human benefit : more late the rest;
See the tall obelisks from Memphis old,

At various times their turrets chanc'd to rise, One stone enormous each, or Thebes convey'd; When impious tyranny vouchsaf'd to smile, Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies.

Behold by Tiber's food, where modern Rome + And there the temple, where the summon'd state * Couches beneath the ruins: there of old In deep of night conven'd: ev'n yet methinks With arms and trophies gleam'd the field of Mars : The vehement orator in rent attire

There to their daily sports the noble youth Persuasion pours, ambition links her crest;

Ruth'd emulous; to Aing the pointed lance : And lo the villain, like a troubled sea,

To vault the steed; or with the kindling wheel That toffes up her mire! Ever disguis'd,

In dufty whirlwinds sweep the trenibling goal ; Shall treason walk? Mall proud opression yoke Or wrestling, cope with adverse swelling breasts, The neck of virtue? Lo the wretch, abalh'd, Strong grappling arms, close heads, and distant feet; Self-betray'd Catiline! O Liberty,

Or clash the lifted gauntlets: there they form'd Parent of happiness, celestial-born ;

Their ardent virtues: in the boffy piles, When the first man became a living roul,

The proud triumphal arches ; all their wars, His facred genius thou; be Britain's care ;

Their conquests, honours, in the sculptures live. With her secure, prolong thy lov'd retreat;

And see from every gate those ancient roads, Thence bless mankind; while yet among her sons,

With tombs high verg'd, the solemn paths of Fame : Ev'n yet there are, to thield thine equal laws, Deserve they not regard ? O'er whose broad Aints Whofe bosoms kindle at the sacred names

Such crowds have roll'd, so many storms of war ; Of Cecil, Raleigh, Walsingham, and Drake. So many pomps ; so many wondering realms : May others more delight in tuneful airs;

Yet still through mountains pierc'd, o'er vallies In mafque and dance excel; to sculptur'd stone

rais'd, Give with superior skill the living look;

In even state, to distant feas around, More pompous piles erect, or pencil soft

They stretch their pavements. Lo, the fane of Peace, With warmer touch the visionary board :

Built by that prince, who to the trust of power I But thou, thy nobler Britons teach to rule;

Was honest, the delight of human-kind. To check the ravage of tyrannic sway ;

Three nodding ines remain ; the rest an heap To quell the proud ; to spread the joys of peace,

Of sand and weeds; her shrines, her radiant roofs, And various bleflings of ingenious trade.

And columns proud, that from her spacious floor, Be these our arts; and ever may we guard,

As from a shining sea, majestic rose Ever defend thee with undaunted heart.

An hundred foot aloft, like stately beech
Inestimable good! who giv'it us Truth,

Around the brim of Dion's glassy lake,
Whore hand upleads to light, divinest Truth, Charming the mimic painter: on the walls
Array'd in every charı : whose hand benign Hung Salem's sacred spoils ; the golden board,
Teaches unwearied toil to cloath the fields,

And golden trumpets, now conceal'd entomb'd
And on his various fruits inscribes the narne
Of Property : O nobly hail'd of old

* The public granaries.

+ Modern Rome stands chiefly on the old Campu; * The Temple of Concord, where the fenate met Martius. on Catiline's couifpiracy,

I Begun by Vespasian, and finished by T.cus.

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