*In ftupid indolence my life is spent,
Supinely calm, and dully innocent:
"Unbleft I wear my useless time away;
Of conquer'd towns, and glorying in the name Of that aufpicious field, where Churchill's fword Vanquish'd the might of Gallia, and chartis'd
"Sleep (wretched maid!) all night, and dream al Rebel Bavar.-Majestic in its ftrength,
"Go at fet hours to dinner and to prayer
(For duilnefs ever muit be regular.) "Now with mamma at tedious whift I play ; "Now without scandal drink infipid tea; "Or in the garden breathe the country air, "Secure from meeting any tempter there;
Stands the proud dome, and speaks its great defign. Hail, happy chief, whofe valour could deferve Reward fo glorious! grateful nation, hail, Who paid'ft his service with so rich a meed! Which most shall I admire, which worthieft praise, The hero or the people? Honour doubts, And weighs their virtues in an equal scale,
"From books to work, from work to books, I rove, Not thus Germania pays th' uncancel'd debt
"And am (alas!) at leifure to improve!- "Is this the life a Beauty ought to lead? "Were eyes fo radiant only made to read?
"Thefe fingers, at whofe touch ev'n age would glow,
"Are these of use for nothing but to sew ? "Sure erring Nature never could defign "To form a housewife in a mould like mine! "O Venus, queen and guardian of the fair, "Attend propitious to thy votary's prayer : "Let me revifit the dear town again: "Let me be feen !-could I that wish obtain, All other wishes my own power would gain.”
Of Gratitude to us-Blush, Cæfar, blush, When thou behold'st these towers; ingrate, to thee A monument of shame! Canft thou forget Whence they are nam'd, and what an English arm Did for thy throne that day? But we disdain Or to upbraid or imitate thy guilt.
Still thy obdurate heart against the sense Of obligation infinite; and know, Britain, like Heaven, protects à thankless world For her own glory, nor expects reward.
Pleas'd with the noble theme, her task the Mufe Purfues untir'd, and through the palace roves With ever-new delight. The tapestry rich With gold, and gay with all the beauteous paint Of various-colour'd filks, difpos'd with skill, Attracts her curious eye. Here Ifter rolls His purple wave; and there the Granick flood With paffing fquadrons foams: here hardy Gaul Flies from the fword of Britain; there to Greece Effeminate Perfia yields.—In arms oppos'd, Marlborough and Alexander vie for fame With glorious competition; equal both
Written at the UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD, In valour and in fortune: but their praise
ARENT of arts, whofe skilful hand taught
The towering pile to rife, and form'd the plan With fair proportion; archite&t divine. Minerva; thee to my adventurous lyre Affiftant I invoke, that means to fing Blenheim, proud monument of British fame, Thy glorious work! for thou the lofty towers Didft to his virtue raife, whom oft thy fhield In peril guarded, and thy wisdom fteer'd Through all the ftorms of war.-Thee too I call, Thalia, fylvan Mufe, who lov'ft to rove Along the fhady paths and verdant bowers Of Woodstock's happy grove: there tuning sweet Thy rural pipe, while all the Dryad train Attentive liften; let thy warbling song Paint with melodious praise the pleating scene, And equal these to Pindus' honour'd fhades. When Europe freed, confefs'd the faving power Of Marlborough's hand; Britain, who fent him
Chief of Confederate hosts, to fight the caufe Of Liberty and Juftice, grateful rais'd This palace, facred to her leader's fame: A trophy of fuccefs; with spoils adorn'd VOL. VII,
Be different, for with different views they fought; This to fubdue, and that to free mankind.
Now, through the stately portals issuing forth, The Mufe to fofter glories turns, and feeks The woodland fhade, delighted. Not the vale Of Tempe fam'd in fong, or Ida's grove, Such beauty boasts. Amid the mazy gloom Of this romantic wilderness once flood The bower of Rosamonda, hapless fair, Sacred to grief and Love; the crystal fount In which the us'd to bathe her beauteous limbs, Still warbling flows, pleas'd to reflect the face Of Spencer, lovely maid, when tir'd she fits Befide its flowery brink, and views those charms Which only Rofamond could once excell. But fee where, flowing with a nobler stream, A limpid lake of purest waters rolls Beneath the wide-ftretch'd arch, ftupendous work, Through which the Danube might collected pour His fpacious urn! Silent a while and smooth The current glides, till with an headlong force Broke and diforder'd, down the steep it falls In loud cascades; the filver-sparkling foam Glitters relucent in the dancing ray.
In these retreats repos'd the mighty foul Of Churchill, from the toils of war and ftate, Splendidly private, and the tranquil joy Of contemplation felt, while Blenheim's dome Triumphal ever in his mind renew'd
Gave a companion to his fofter hours, With whom converfing, he forgot all change Of fortune, or of state, and in her mind Found greatness equal to his own, and lov'd Himfelf in her -Thus each by cach'admir'd, In mutual honour, mutual fondness join'd: Like two fair ftars, with intermingled light, In friendly union they together shone, Aiding each other's brightness, till the cloud Of night eternal quench'd the beams of one. Theey Churchill, firft the ruthlefs hand of death Tore from thy confort's fide, and call'd thee hence To the fublimer feats of joy and love; Where fate again fhall join her foul to thine, Who now, regardful of thy fame, ere&s The column to thy praife, and fooths her woe With pious honours to thy facred name Immortal. Lo! where, towering in the height Of yon aerial pillar, proudly stands Thy image, like a guardian god, fublime, And awes the fubject plain : beneath his feet, The German eagles fpread their wings; his hand Grafps Victory, its flave. Such was thy brow Majeftic, fuch thy martial port, when Gaul Fled from thy frown, and in the Danube fought A refuge from thy fword.-There, where the field Was deepest ftain'd with gore, on Hochfet's plain, The theatre of thy glory, once was rais'd A meaner trophy, by the Imperial hand; Extorted gratitude! which now the rage Of malice impotent, befeeming ill
A regal breast, has level'd to the ground: Mean infult! This, with better aufpices, Shall ftand on British earth to tell the world
Among the demi-gods, deign to defend This thy abode, while prefent here below, And facred ftill to thy immortal fame, With tutelary care. Preferve it fafe From Time's destroying hand, and cruel stroke Of factious Envy's more relentlefs rage. Here may, long ages hence, the British youth, When honour calls them to the field of war, Behold the trophies which thy valour rais'd; The proud reward of thy fuccefsful toils For Europe's freedom, and Britannia's fame; That fir'd with generous envy, they may dare To emulate thy deeds.-So fhall thy name, Dear to thy country, still inspire her fons With martial virtue; and to high attempts Excite their arms, till other battles won, And nations fav'd, new monuments require, And other Blenheims shall adorn the land.
WRITTEN FROM PARIS IN THE YEAR 1728.
AY, dearest friend, bow roll thy hours away? What pleafing study cheats the tedious day? Doft thou the facred volumes oft explore Of wife Antiquity's immortal lore, Where virtue, by the charms of wit refin'd, At once exalts and polishes the mind? How different from our modern guilty art, Which pleafes only to corrupt the heart; Whofe curft refinements odious vice adorn, And teach to honour what we ought to scorn? Doft thou in fage hiftorians joy to fee How Roman greatnefs rofe with liberty: How the fame hands that tyrants dură control
How Marlborough fought, for whom, and how re- Their empire fretch'd from Atlas to the Pole ;
His fervices. Nor fhall the constant love Of her who rais'd this monument be loft In dark oblivion: that shall be the theme Of future Bards in ages yet unborn,
Infpir'd with Chaucer's fire, who in these groves First tun'd the British harp, and little deem'd His humble dwelling fhould the neighbour be
Till wealth and conquefl into slaves refin'd The proud luxurious masters of mankind? Doft thou in letter'd Greece each charm admire, Each grace, each virtue, Freedom could inspire; Yet in her troubled ftate fee all the woes, And all the crimes, that giddy Faction knows ; Till, rent by parties, by corruption fold, Or weakly careless, or too rafhly bold,
Of Blenheim, houfe fuperb; to which the throngShe funk beneath a mitigated doom, Of travellers approaching fhall not pafs His roof unnoted, but refpe&ful hail With reverence due. Such honour does the Mufe Obtain her favourites.But the noble pile (My theme) demands my voice.-O fhade ador'd, Marlborough! who now above the starry fphere Dwell'ft in the palaces of heaven, enthron'd
The flave and tutorefs of protecting Rome? Does calm Philofophy her aid impart To guide the paffions, and to mend the heart? Taught by her precepts, haft thou learnt the end To which alone the wife their studies bend; - For which alone by nature were defign'd The powers of thought--to benefit-mankind?
Not, like a cloyfter'd drone, to read and dose, In undeferving, undeferv'd, repofe; But Reafon's influence to diffufe; to clear Th' enlighten'd world of every gloomy fear; Difpel the mists of error, and unbind Thofe pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind. Happy who thus his leifure can employ ! He knows the pureft hours of tranquil joy; Nor vext with pangs that bufier bofoms tear, Nor loft to focial virtue's pleafing care; Safe in the port, yet labouring to sustain Thofe who ftill float on the tempestuous main. So Locke the days of ftudious quiet fpent; So Boyle in wifdom found divine content; So Cambray, worthier of a happier doom, The virtuous flave of Louis and of Rome.
Good Wor'fter thus fupports his drooping
Far from court-flattery, far from party-rage; He, who in youth a tyrant's frown defy'd, Firm and intrepid on his country's fide, Her boldest champion then, and now her mildest guide!
O generous warmth! O fanctity divine!
To emulate his worth, my friend, be thine: Learn from his life the duties of the gown; Learn, not to flatter, nor infult the crown; Nor bafely fervile, court the guilty great, Nor, raise the church a rivál to the state: To error mild, to vice alone fevere, Seek not to spread the law of love by fear. The priest who plagues the world can
No foe to man was e'er to God a friend. Let reafon and let virtue faith maintain ; All force but theirs is impious, weak, and vam. Me other cares in other climes engage, Cares that become my birth, and fuit my age; In various knowledge to improve my youth, And conquer prejudice, worst foe to truth; By foreign arts domestic faults to mend, Enlarge my notions, and my views extend; The useful science of the world to know, Which books can never teach, or pedants show. A nation here I pity and admire, Whom nobleft fentiments of glory fire, Yet taught, by cuftom's force and bigot fear, To ferve with pride, and boaft the yoke they bear: Whofe nobles, born to cringe and to command, (In courts a mean, in camps a generous band,) From each low tool of power, content receive Thofe laws, their dreaded arms to Europe give. Whose people (vain in want, in bondage bleft; Though plunder'd, gay; industrious, though preft)
With happy follies rife above their fate, The jeft and envy of each wifer state.
Yet here the Mufes deign'd a while to sport In the fhort fun-fhine of a favouring court:
Here Boileau, ftrong in fenfe and sharp in wit, Who, from the ancients, like the ancients writ, Permiffion gain'd inferior vice to blame, By flattering incenfe to his master's fame." Here Moliere, firft of comic wits, excell'd Whate'er Athenian theatres beheld;
By keen, yet decent, fatire fkill'd to pleafe, With morals mirth uniting, ftrength with eafc. Now, charm'd, I hear the bold Corneille infpire Heroic thoughts, with Shakespear's, force and fire!
Now fweet Racine, with milder influence, move The foften'd heart to pity and to love.
With mingled pain and pleasure, I furvey The pompous works of arbitrary fway; Proud palaces, that drain'd the fubjects' ftore, Rais'd on the ruins of th' oppreft and poor; Where ev'n mute walls are taught to flatter state, And painted triumphs ftyle Ambition GREAT. With more delight thofe pleafing shades I view, Where Condé from an envious court withdrew ti Where, fick of glory, faction, power, and pride, (Sure judge how empty all, who all had tried ') Beneath his palms the weary chief repos'd, And life's great fcene in quiet virtue clos'd.
With thame that other fam'd retreat I fee, Adorn'd by art, difgrac'd by luxury ‡ : Where Orleans wafted every vacant hour, In the wild riot of unbounded power; Where feverish debauch and impious love Stain'd the mad table and the guilty grove.
With these amufements is thy friend detain'd, Pleas'd and inftructed in a foreign land; Yet oft a tender with recals my mind From prefent joys to dearer left behind? O native ifle, fair Freedom's happiest seat! At thought of thee, my bounding pulfes beat; At thought of thee, my heart impatient burns, And all my country on my foul returns. When fhall I fee thy fields, whofe plenteous grain, No power can ravish from th' industrious swain? When kifs, with pious love, the facred earth That gave a Burleigh or a Ruffel birth? When, in the fhade of laws, that long have flood, Propt by their care, or ftrengthen'd by their blood, Of fearlefs independence wifely vain, The proudes slave of Bourbon's race difdain ? Yet, oh! what doubt, what fad prefaging voice,
Whifpers within, and bids me not rejoice; Bids me contemplate every state around, From fultry Spain to Norway's icy bound; Bids their loft rights, their ruin'd glories fee; op-And tells me, Thefe, like England, once were free!
AMBASSADOR AT THE CONGRESS OF
THOU, whose friendship is my joy and pride, Whose virtues warm me, and whofe precepts guide;
Thou to whom greatnefs, rightly understood, Is but a larger power of being good; Say, Poyntz, amidst the toil of anxious state, Does not thy fecret foul defire retreat? Doft thou not with (the task of glory done) Thy bufy life at length might be thy own; That, to thy lov'd philofophy refign'd, No care might ruffle thy unbended mind? Juft is the wifh. For fure the happiest meed, To favour'd man by smiling Heaven decreed, Is, to reflect at eafe on glorious pains, And calmly to enjoy what virtue gains.
Not him I praife, who, from the world retir'd, By no enlivening generous paffion fir'd, On flowery couches flumbers life away, And gently bids his active powers decay; Who fears bright Glory's awful face to fee, And thuns renown as much as infamy. But bleft is he, who, exercis'd' in cares, To private leifure public virtue bears; Who tranquil ends the race he nobly run, And decks repofe with trophies Labour won. Him Honour follows to the fecret shade, And crowns propitious his declining head; In his retreats their harps the Muses ftring, For him in lays unbought spontaneous fing; Friendship and Truth on all his moments wait, Pleas'd with retirement better than with ftate; And round the bower, where humbly great he lies, Fair olives bloom, or verdant laurels rife.
So when thy country shall no more demand The needful aid of thy fuftaining hand; When peace reftor'd fhall, on her downy wing, Secure repofe and carelefs leisure bring; Then, to the fhade of learned eafe retir'd, The world forgetting, by the world admir'd, Among thy books and friends, thou shalt poffefs Contemplative and quiet happiness : Pleas'd to review a life in honour spent, And painful merit paid with fweet content. Yet, though thy hours unclogg'd with forrow roll, Though wisdom calm, and science feed thy foul, One dearer blifs remains to be poffeft, That only can improve and crown the reft.
Permit thy friend this fecret to reveal, Which thy own heart perhaps would better tell; The point to which our sweetest paffions move Js, to be truly lov'd, and fondly love.
This is the charm that smooths the troubled breaft, Friend of our health, and author of our reft:
Bids every gloomy vexing paffion fly, And tunes each jarring string to harmony. Ev'n while I write, the name of Love infpires More pleafing thoughts, and more enlivening fires Beneath his power my raptur'd fancy glows,
And every tender verse more sweetly flows.
Dull is the privilege of living free ;
Our hearts were never form'd for liberty: Some beauteous image, well imprinted there, Can beft defend them from confuming care. In vain to groves and gardens we retire, And Nature in her rural works admire; Though grateful thefe, yet these but faintly charm: They may delight us, but can never warm. May fome fair eyes, my friend, thy bosom fire With pleafing pangs of ever-gaỳ defire; And teach thee that foft fcience, which alone Still to thy fearching mind refts flightly known! Thy foul, though great, is tender and refin'd, To friendship fenfible, to love inclin'd,
And therefore long thou canst not arm thy break Against the entrance of fo fweet a guest. Hear what th' infpiring Muses bid me tell, For Heaven fhall ratify what they reveal:
"A chofen bride thall in thy arms be plac'd, "With all th' attractive charms of beauty grac'd, "Whole wit and virtue fhall thy own express,
Diftinguifh'd only by their fofter drefs:" "Thy greatnefs fhe, or thy retreat, shall share; Sweeten tranquillity, or foften care;"
Her fmiles the taste of every joy fhall raife, And add new pleasure to renown and praise; "Till charm'd you own the truth my verse would
Shand, or colours, to exprefs thy mind?
UCH is thy form, O Poyntz, but who shall find
A mind unmov'd by every vulgar fear, In a falfe world that dares to be fincere; Wife without art; without ambition great; With all the richest ftores of learning fraught, Though firm, yet pliant; active, though fedate; Yet better ftill by native prudence taught; That, fond the griefs of the diftreft to heal, Can pity frailties it could never feel; That, when Misfortune fued, ne'er fought to know What fect, what party, whether friend or foe; That, fix'd on equal virtue's temperate laws, That, to its own perfections fingly blind, Defpifes calumny, and thuns applause; Would for another think this praise design'd,
"No more let meaner satire dim the rays "That flow majestic from thy nobler bays; "In all the flowery paths of Findus stray, "But fhun that thorny, that unpleafing way; "Nor, when each foft engaging Mufe is thine, "Addrefs the least attractive of the Nine.
"Of thee more worthy were thy task, to raise "A lafting column to thy country's praife; "To fing the land, which yet alo..e can boast "That liberty corrupted Rome has loft;
MMORTAL bard! for whom each Mufe has" Where Science in the arms of Peace is laid,
The fairest garlands of th' Aonian grove ; Preferv'd our drooping genius to restore, When Addison and Congreve are no more; After so many stars extinct in night, The darken'd age's last remaining light! To thee from Latian realms this verfe is writ, Infpir'd by memory of antient wit; For now no more these climes their influence Fall'n in their glory, and their virtue loft; From tyrants, and from priefts, the Mufes fly, Daughters of Reason and of Liberty! Nor Baiæ now, nor Umbria's plain they love, Nor on the banks of Nar or Mincio rove; To Thames's flowery borders they retire, And kindle in thy breast the Roman fire.
"And plants her palm beneath the one's fhade. "Such was the theme for which my lyre i ftrung,
Such was the people whose exploits ! fung; "Brave, yet refin'd, for arms and arts renown'd, "With different bays by Mars and Phoebus crown'd; "Dauntless oppofers of tyrannic fway,
"But pleas'd a mild Augustus to obey.
So in the fhades, where, chear'd with summer rays, Melodious linnets warbled sprightly lays, Soon as the faded, falling leaves complain Of gloomy Winter's inaufpicious reign, No tuneful voice is heard of joy or love, But mournful filence faddens all the grove. Unhappy Italy! whofe alter'd ftate Has felt the worst severity of fate: Not that barbarian hands her fafces broke,
And bow'd her haughty neck beneath their yoke ; Nor that her palaces to earth are thrown, Her cities defart, and her fields unfown; But that her ancient spirit is decay'd,
That facred wisdom from her bounds is fled; That there the fource of fcience flows no more, Whence its rich streams supplied the world before.
"If these commands fubmiffive thou receive, Immortal and unblam'd thy name shall live, Envy to black Cocytus fhall retire; "And howl with Furies in tormenting fire; "Approving Time fhall confecrate thy lays, "And join the patriot's to the poet's praise."*_
IN THE YEAR 1730. FROM WORCESTERSHIRE,
Strenua nos exercet inertia: navibus atque "Quadrigis petimus bene vivere: quod petis, hic eft;
“Eft Ulubrus, animus fi te non deficit æquis.”
AVOURITE of Venus and the tuneful Nine,
Illuftrious names! that once in Latium hin'd, Follio, by Nature form'd in courts to fhine,
Born to instruct, and to command mankind; Chiefs, by whofe virtue mighty Rome was rais'd, And poets, who those chiefs fublimely prais'd; Oft I the traces you have left explore,
Your ashes vifit, and your urns adore ;
Wilt thou once more a kind attention lend, To thy long abfent and forgotten friend; Who, after feas and mountains wander'd o'er, Return'd at length to his own native shore,
Oft kifs, with lips devout, some mouldering stone, From all that's gay retir'd, and all that's great,
With ivy's venerable shade o'ergrown ;` Those horrid ruins better pleas'd to fee Than all the pomp of modern luxury.
As late on Virgil's tomb fresh flowers I ftrow'd, While with th' inspiring Muse my bosom glow'd, Crown'd with eternal bays, my ravish'd eyes Beheld the poet's awful form arife:
"Stranger, he faid, whose piouš hand has paid *Thefe grateful rites to my attentive shade, "When thou shalt breathe thy happy native air, "To Pope this meffage from his master bear:
"Great bard, whose numbers I myself inspire, "To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, "If, high exalted on the throne of wit, "Near me and Homer thou aspire to fit,
Beneath the fhades of his paternal seat, Has found that happiness he fought in vain On the fam❜d banks of Tiber and of Seine?
'Tis not to view the well-proportion'd pile, The charms of Titian's and of Raphael's (tile, At foft Italian founds to melt away; Or in the fragrant groves of myrtle stray; That lulls the tumults of the foul to reft, Or makes the fond poffefior truly bleft. In our own breafts the fource of pleasure lies, Still open, and ftill flowing to the wife; Not forc'd by toilsome art and wild defire Beyond the bounds of nature to aspire, But, in its proper channels gliding fair; A common benefit, which all may share.
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