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Ah! only show'd, to check our fond pursuits, Mix'd and evolv'd, a thousand sprightly ways. And teach our humbled hopes that life is vain! The glittering court effuses every pomp;
Thus in some deep retirement would I pass The circle deepens : beam'd from gaudy robes, The Winter-glooms, with friends of pliant soul, Tapers, and sparkling gems, and radiant eyes, Or blithe, or solemn, as the theme inspir'd:
A soft effulgence o'er the palace waves : With them would search, if Nature's boundless frame While, a gay insect in his summer-shine, Was call’d, late-rising from the void of night, The fop, light-fluttering, spreads his mealy wings. Or sprung eternal from th' Eternal Mind;
Dread o'er the scene, the ghost of Hamlet stalks, Its life, its laws, its progress, and its end.
Othello rages; poor Monimia mourns ; Hence larger prospects of the beauteous whole And Belvidera pours her soul in love. Would, gradual, open on our opening minds ; Terror alarms the breast; the comely tear And each diffusive harmony unite
Steals o'er the cheek: or else the comic Muse In full perfection to th' astonish'd eye.
Holds to the world a picture of itself, 'Then would we try to scan the moral world, And raises sly the fair impartial laugh. Which, though to us it seems ernbroil'd, moves on Sometimes she lifts her strain, and paints the scenes In higher order; fitted, and impellid,
Of beauteous life ; whate'er can deck mankind, By Wisdom's finest hand, and issuing all
Or charm the heart, in generous Bevil* show'd In general good. The sage historic Muse
0, thou, whose wisdom, solid yet refind,
O Chesterfield, to grace with thee her song !
(For every Muse has in thy train a place) These ardent risings of the kindling soul;
To mark thy various full-accomplish'd mind : Then, ev'n superior to ambition, we
To mark that spirit, which, with British scorn, Would learn the private virtues how to glide Rejects th' allurements of corrupted power; Through shades and plains, along the smoothest That elegant politeness, which excels, stream
Ev'n in the judgment of presumptuous France, Of rural life : or snatch'd away by hope,
The boasted manners of her shining court; Through the dim spaces of futurity,
That wit, the vivid energy of sense, With earnest eye anticipate those scenes
The truth of Nature, which, with Attic point, Of happiness, and wonder; where the mind, And kind well-temper'd satire, smoothly keen, In endless growth and infinite ascent,
Steals through the soul, and without pain corrects. Rises from statc to state, and world to world. Or, rising thence with yet a brighter flame. But when with these the serious thought is foil'd, O, let me hail thee on some glorious day, We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes When to the listening senate, ardent, crowd Of frolic Fancy; and incessant form
Britannia's sons to hear her pleaded cause. Those rapid pictures, that assembled train
Then drest by thee, more amiably fair, Of fleet ideas, never join'd before,
Truth the soft robe of mild persuasion wears: Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise ;
Thou to assenting reason giv'st again Or folly-painting Humor, grave himself,
Her own enlighten'd thoughts; call'd from the heart, Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve. Th' obedient passions on thy voice attend;
Meantime the village rouses up the fire; And ev'n reluctant party feels awhile While well attested, and as well believ'd,
Thy gracious power: as through the varied maze Heard solemn, goes the goblin-story round; Of eloquence, now smooth, now quick, now strong, Till superstitious horror creeps o'er all.
Profound and clear, you roll the copious flood. Or, frequent in the sounding hall, they wake
To thy lov'd haunt return, my happy Muse : The rural gambol. Rustic mirth goes round; For now, behold, the joyous Winter-days, The simple joke that takes the shepherd's heart, Frosty, succeed; and through the blue serene, Easily pleas'd; the long loud laugh, sincere ; For sight too fine, th' ethereal nitre flies ; The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid, Killing infectious damps, and the spent air On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep:
Storing afresh with elemental life. The leap, the slap, the haul; and, shook to notes Close crowds the shining atmosphere; and binds Of native music, the respondent dance.
Our strengthen'd bodies in its cold embrace, Thus jocund fleets with them the winter-night. Constringent ; feeds, and animates our blood;
The city swarms intense. The public haunt, Refines our spirits, through the new-strung nerves, Full of each theme, and warm with mixt discourse, In swifter sallies darting to the brain ; Hums indistinct. The sons of riot flow
Where sits the soul, intense, collected, cool, Down the loose stream of false enchanted joy, Bright as the skies, and as the season keen. To swift destruction. On the rankled soul
All Nature feels the renovating force
Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye
* A character in the Conscious Lovers, written by Up-springs the dance along the lighted dome, Sir Richard Steele.
In ruin seen. The frost-concocted glebe
The long-resounding course. Meantime, to raise Draws in abundant vegetable soul,
The manly strife, with highly blooming charms, And gathers vigor for the coming year.
Flush'd by the season, Scandinavia's dames, A stronger glow sits on the lively cheek
Or Russia's buxom daughters, glow around. Of ruddy fire: and luculent along
Pure, quick, and sportful, is the wholesome day; The purer rivers flow; their sullen deeps,
But soon elaps'd. The horizontal Sun, Transparent, open to the shepherd's gaze,
Broad o'er the south, hangs at his utmost noon : And murmur hoarser at the fixing frost.
And, ineffectual, strikes the gelid cliff: What art thou, frost ? and whence are thy keen His azure gloss the mountain still maintains, stores
Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the vale Deriv'd, thou secret all-invading power,
Relents awhile to the reflected ray; Whom ev'n th' illusive fluid cannot fly?
Or from the forest falls the cluster'd snow, Is not thy potent energy, unseen,
Myriads of gems, that in the waying gleam Myriads of little salts, or hook'd, or shap'd
Gay-twinkle as they scatter. Thick around Like double wedges, and diffus'd immense
Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun,
Worse than the season, desolate the fields :
Distress the footed or the feather'd game.
But what is this? Our infant Winter sinks, Arrests the bickering stream. The loosen'd ice, Divested of his grandeur, should our eye Let down the flood, and half dissolv'd by day, Astonish'd shoot into the frigid zone ; Rustles no more ; but to the sedgy bank
Where, for relentless months, continual Night Fast grows, or gathers round the pointed stone, Holds o'er the glittering waste her starry reign. A crystal pavement, by the breath of Heaven
There, through the prison of unbounded wilds Cemented firm; till, seiz'd from shore to shore, Barr'd by the hand of Nature from escape, The whole imprison'd river growls below.
Wide roams the Russian exile. Nought around Loud rings the frozen earth, and hard reflects Strikes his sad eye, but deserts lost in snow; double noise ; while, at his evening watch,
And heavy-loaded groves; and solid floods, The village dog deters the nightly thief;
That stretch athwart the solitary vast, The heifer lows; the distant water-fall
Their icy horrors to the frozen main ; Swells in the breeze ; and, with the hasty tread And cheerless towns far distant, never bless'd, Of traveller, the hollow-sounding plain
Save when its annual course the caravan Shakes from afar. The full ethereal round, Bends to the golden coast of rich Cathay,* Infinite worlds disclosing to the view,
With news of human-kind. Yet there life glows. Shines out intensely keen ; and, all one cope Yet cherish'd there, beneath the shining waste, Of starry glitter, glows from pole to pole.
The furry nations harbor : tipt with jet, From pole to pole the rigid influence falls,
Fair ermines, spotless as the snows they press; Through the still night, incessant, heavy, strong, Sables, of glossy black; and dark-embrown’d, And seizes Nature fast. It freezes on;
Or beauteous freakt with many a mingled hue, Till Morn, late rising o'er the drooping world, Thousands besides, the costly pride of courts. Lifts her pale eye unjoyous. Then appears There, warm together press'd, the trooping deer The various labor of the silent Night:
Sleep on the new-fall'n snows; and, scarce his head Prone from the dripping cave, and dumb cascade, Rais'd o'er the heapy wreath, the branching elk Whose idle torrents only seem to roar,
Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss. The pendent icicle; the frost-work fair,
The ruthless hunter wants nor dogs nor toils, Where transient hues and fancied figures rise ; Nor with the dread of sounding bows he drives Wide-spouted o'er the hill, the frozen brook, The fearful flying race: with ponderous clubs, A livid tract, cold-gleaming on the morn;
As weak against the mountain-heaps they push The forest bent beneath the plumy wave;
Their beating breast in vain, and piteous bray, And by the frost refind the whiter snow,
He lays them quivering on the ensanguin'd snows, Incrusted hard, and sounding to the tread
And with loud shouts rejoicing bears them home. Of early shepherd, as he pensive seeks
There, through the piny forest half-absorpt, His pining flock, or from the mountain-top,
Rough tenant of these shades, the shapeless bear, Pleas'd with the slippery surface, swift descends. With dangling ice all horrid, stalks forlorn :
On blithesome frolics bent, the youthful swains, Slow-pac'd, and sourer as the storr. 3 increase, While every work of man is laid at rest,
He makes his bed beneath th' inclement drifi, Fond o'er the river crowd, in various sport
And, with stern patience, scorning weak complaint And revelry dissolv'd ; where mixing glad,
Hardens his heart against assailing want. Happiest of all the train! the raptur'd boy
Wide o'er the spacious regions of the north, Lashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine That sees Boites urge his tardy wain, Branch'd out in many a long canal extends,
A boisterous race, by frosty Caurust pierc'd, From every province swarming, void of care, Who little pleasure know, and fear no pain, Batavia rushes forth; and as they sweep,
Prolific swarm. They once relum d the flame On sounding skates, a thousand different ways, Of lost mankind in polish'd slavery sunk, In circling poise, swift as the winds, along,
Drove martial horde on horde, with dreadful sweep The then gay land is madden'd all to joy.
Resistless rushing o'er th' enfeebled south,
* The old name for China. The north-west wind, Their vigorous youth in bold contention wheel 11 The wandering Scythian clans.
And gave the vanquish'd world another form. And through his airy hall the loud misrule
With which he now oppresses half the globe.
Thence winding eastward to the Tartar's coast, And through the restless ever-tortur'd maze She sweeps the howling margin of the main ; Of pleasure, or ambition, bid it rage.
Where undissolving, from the first of time, Their rein-deer form their riches. These their Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky; tents,
And icy mountains, high on mountains pil'd, Their robes, their beds, and all their homely wealth Seem to the shivering sailor from afar, Supply, their wholesome fare, and cheerful cups. Shapeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds. Obsequious at their call, the docile tribe
Projected huge, and horrid, o'er the surge, Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them swift Alps frown on Alps, or rushing hideous down, O'er hill and dale, heap'd into one expanse
As if old Chaos was again return'd, Of marbled snow, as far as eye can sweep,
Wide-rend the deep, and shake the solid Pole.
Ocean itself no longer can resist
And bid to roar no more: a bleak expanse,
Shagg’d o'er with wavy rocks, cheerless, and vo: A wondrous day : enough to light the chase, Of every life, that from the dreary months Or guide their daring steps to Finland fairs. Flies conscious southward. Miserable they, Wish'd Spring returns ; and from the hazy south, Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, While dim Aurora slowly moves before,
Take their last look of the descending Sun; The welcome Sun, just verging up at first, While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost. By small degrees extends the swelling curve! The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Till seen at large for gay rejoicing months,
Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's $ fate, Still round and round his spiral course he winds, As with first prow (what have not Britons dar'd) And as he nearly dips his flaming orb,
He for the passage sought, attempted since Wheels up again, and roascends the sky.
So much in vain, and seeming to be shut
In these fell regions, in Arzina caught,
Each full-exerted at his several task,
Hard by these shores, where scarce his freezia From legal plunder and rapacious power:
stream In whom fell interest never yet has sown
Rolls the wild Oby, live the last of men; The seeds of vice : whose spotless swains ne'er knew And half-enliven'd by the distant Sun, Injurious deed, nor, blasted by the breath
That rears and ripens man, as well as plants, Of faithless love, their blooming daughters woe. Here human nature wears its rudest form. Still pressing on, beyond Tornea's lake,
Deep from the piercing season sunk in caves, And Hecla flaming through a waste of snow, Here by dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer, And farthest Greenland, to the pole itself.
T'hey waste the tedious gloom. Immers'd in furs, Where, failing gradual, life at length goes out, Doze the gross race. Nor sprightly jest, nor song, The Muse expands her solitary Night;
Nor tenderness they know ; nor aught of life, And, hovering o'er the wild stupendous scene, Beyond the kindred bears that stalk without. Beholds new seas beneath another sky. I
Till Morn at length, her roses drooping all, Thrond in his palace of cerulean ice,
Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields, Here Winter holds his unrejoicing court;
And calls the quiver'd savage to the chase.
What cannot active government perform, * M. de Maupertuis, in his book on the Figure of the New-moulding man ? Wide-stretching from these Earth, after having described the beautiful lake and
shores, mountain of Niemi in Lapland, says, "From this height A people savage from remotest time, we had opportunity several times to see those vapors rise A huge neglected empire, one vast mind, from the lake, which the people of the country call Hal. By Heaven inspir'd, from Gothic darkness call'd. tios, and which they deem to be the guardian spirits of Immortal Peter! first of monarchs! He the mountains. We had been frighted with stories of His stubborn country tam'd, her rocks. her fens. bears that haunted this place, but saw none. It seemed Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons ; rather a place of resort for Fairies and Genii, than
And while the fierce barbarian he subdued, bears."
To more exalted soul he rais'd the man. + The same author observes ;-"I was surprised to see ye shades of ancient heroes, ye who toil'd upon the banks of this river (the Tenglio) roses of as Avely a red as any that are in our gardens."
$ Sir Hugh Willoughby, sent by Queen Elizabeth to The other hemisphere.
discover the north-east passage.
Through long successive ages to build up
Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent A laboring plan of state, behold at once
And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts; Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes And, roaming every land, in every port
Of happiness ? those longings after fame? His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand
Those restless cares ? those busy bustling days ? Unwearied plying the mechanic tool,
Those gay-spent, festive nights ? those veering Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,
thoughts, Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.
Lost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life? Charg'd with the stores of Europe, home he goes; All now are vanish'd! Virtue sole survives, Then cities rise amid th' illumin'd waste :
Immortal, never-failing friend of man, O'er joyless deserts smiles the rural reign;
His guide to happiness on high. And see ! Far-distant flood to flood is social join'd;
'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Th' astonish'd Euxine hears the Baltic roar; Of Heaven and Earth! awakening Nature hears Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd
The new-creating word, and starts to life,
Involving all, and in a perfect whole
Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now,
Muttering, the winds at eve, with blunted point, In life was gall and bitterness of soul : Blow hollow-blustering from the south. Subdued, Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd The frost resolves into a trickling thaw.
In starving solitude ; while Luxury, Spotted the mountains shine ; loose sleet descends, in palaces, lay straining her low thought, And floods the country round. The rivers swell, To form unreal wants : why heaven-born Truth, Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills, And Moderation fair, wore the red marks O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, or Superstition's scourge: why licens'd Pain, A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once ; That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, And, where they rush, the wide-resounding plain Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distrest! Is left one slimy waste. Those sullen seas,
Ye noble few! who here unbending stand That wash'd th' ungenial Pole, will rest no more Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, Beneath the shackles of the mighty north ;
And what your bounded view, which only saw
And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Are but the varied God. The rolling year Th'assembled mischiefs that besiege them round ? Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness,
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice, Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; Now ceasing, now renew'd with louder rage, Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And in dire echoes bellowing round the main. And every sense, and every heart, is joy. More to embroil the deep, Leviathan
Then comes thy glory in the Summer-months, And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy Sun Tempest the loosen'd brine, while through the gloom, Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: Far from the bleak inhospitable shore,
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; Loading the winds, is heard the hungry howl And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, Of famish'd monsters, there awaiting wrecks. By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. Yet Providence, that ever-waking eye,
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd, Looks down with pity on the feeble toil
And spreads a common feast for all that lives. Of mortals lost to hope, and lights them safe, In Winter awful thou! with clouds and storms Through all this dreary labyrinth of fate.
Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rollid, 'Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, Majestic darkness on the whirlwind's wing, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. Riding sublime, thou bidd'st the world adore, How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
And humblest nature with thy northern blast. How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine His desolate domain. Behold, fond man!
Deep-felt, in these appear! a simple train, See here thy pictur'd life ; pass some few years, Yet so delightful mixed, with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combin'd;
The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade ; Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. And all so forming an harmonious whole ;
For me, when I forget the darling theme, That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, Or Winter rises in the blackening east; That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres;
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring : 1 Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Flings from the Sun direct the flaming day; Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Feeds every creature; hurls the tempests forth; Rivers unknown to song; where first the Sun And, as on Earth this grateful change revolves, Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam With transport touches all the springs of life. Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me Nature, attend! join every living soul,
Since God is ever present, ever felt, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In the void waste, as in the city full; In adoration join ; and, ardent, raise
And where he vital breathes, there must be joy. One general song! To him, ye vocal gales, When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come, Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes : And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, Oh, talk of him in solitary glooms;
I cheerful will obey : there, with new powers,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns;
Myself in him, in Light ineffable ;
Come then, expressive Silence, muse his praise. Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,
AN ALLEGORICAL POEM.
This poem being writ in the manner of Spenser, Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to him;
the obsolete words, and a simplicity of diction in Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart,
some of the lines, which borders on the ludicrous, As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon.
were necessary, to make the imitation more perfect. Ye that keep watch in Heaven, as Earth asleep
And the style of that admirable poet, as well as the Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
measure in which he wrote, are, as it were, approYe constellations, while your angels strike,
priated by custom to allegorical poems writ in our Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
language; just as in French the style of Marot, Great source of day! best image here below who lived under Francis I., has been used in tales, Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,
and familiar epistles, by the politest writers of the From world to world, the vital ocean round,
age of Louis XIV. On Nature write with every bcam his praise. The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world;
| EXPLANATION OF THE OBSOLETE WORDS USED IN While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn.
THIS POEM. Bleat out afresh, ye hills : ye mossy rocks,
ARCHIMAGE — the chief Deftly — skilfully. Retain the sound: the broad responsive low,
or greatest of magicians Depainted — painted. Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns; or enchanters. Drowsy-head - drowsiAnd his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. A paid — paid.
ness. Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Appal — affright. Eath - easy. Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Atween - between. Eftsoons - immediately, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep,
Aye — always.
often afterwards. Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm
Bale — sorrow, trouble, Eke — also. The listening shades, and teach the night his praise. misfortune.
Fays — fairies. Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, Benempt - named. Gear or geer- furniture. At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Blazon — painting, dis- equipage, dress. Crown the great hymn! in swarming cities vast, playing.
Glaive - sword. (Fr.) Assembled men, to the deep organ join
Breme - cold, raw. Glee - joy, pleasure. The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, Carol — to sing songs of Han — have. At soleńn pauses, through the swelling base;
Hight - named, called ; And, as each mingling flame increases each, Caucus — the north-east and sometimes it is In one united ardor rise to Heaven.
used for is called. See Or if you rather choose the rural shade,
Certes - certainly. stanza vii. And find a fane in every secret grove;
Dan – a word prefired to Idless - idleness. There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, names.