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Tis not, however, insolence and noise,
The tempest of tumultuary joys,
Nor is it yet despondence and dismay

Will win her visits, or engage her stay ;
Pray'r only, and the penitential tear,
Can call her smiling down, and fix her here

But when a country, (one that I could name,). In prostitution sinks the sense of shame;

415 When infamous Venality, grown bold, Writes on his bosom, To be let or sold ; When Perjury, that Heav'n-defying vice, Sells oaths by tale, and at the lowest price, Stamps God's own name upon a lie just mado, 420 To turn a penny in the way of trade ; When Av'rice starves, (and never hides his face,) Two or three millions of the human race, And not a tongue inqaires, how, where, or when, Though conscience will have twinges now and then; When profanation of the sacred cause,

426 In all its parts, times, ministry, and laws, Bespeaks a land, once Christian, fall'n and lost, In all, but wars against that title most; What follows next let cities of great name,

And regions long since desolate, proclaim.
Nineveh, Babylon, and ancient Rome,
Speak to the present times, and times to come ;
They cry aloud in ev'ry careless ear,
Stor while you may ; suspend your mad career ; 435
O learn from our example and our fate,
Learn wisdom and repentance ere too late.

Not only Vice disposes and prepares
The mind, that slumbers sweetly in her snares,
To stoop to Tyranny's usurp'd command,

440 And bend her polish'd neck beneath his hand, (A dire effect, by one of Nature's laws, Urchangeabay connected with its cause ;) But Providence himself will intervene, To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene


All are his instruments; each form of war,
What burns at home, or threatens from afar:
Nature in arms, her elements at strife,
The storms that overset the joys of life,
Are but liis rods to scourge a guity land,

And waste it at the bidding of his hand.
He gives the word, and Mutiny soon roars
In all her gates, and shakes her distant shores ;
Tie standards of all nations are unfurl'd ;
She has one foe, and that one soe the world. 455
And, if he doom that people with a frown,
And mark them with a seal of wrath press'd down,
Obduracy takes place ; callous and tough,
The reprobated race grows judgment proof;
Earth shakes beneath them, and Heav'n roars above; 460
But nothing scares-them from the course they love.
To the lascivious pipe and wanton song,
That charm down fear, they frolick it along,
With mad rapidity and unconcern,
Down to the gulf, from which is no return. 465
They trust in navies, and their navies fail-
God's curse can cast away ten thousand sail!
They trust in armies, and their courage dies ;
In wisdom, wealth, in fortune, and in like,
But all thoy trust in, withers, as it must,

470 When He commands, in whom they place no trust. Vengeance at last pours down upon their coast A long despis'd, but now victorious, host; Tyranny sends the chain, that must abridge The noble sweep of all their privilege ;

477 Gives liberty the last, the mortal shock: Slips the slave's collar on, and snaps the lock.

6. Such lofty strains enibellish what you teach, Mean you to prophesy, or but to preach ?

B. I know the mind that feels indeed the fire The musc inparts, and can command the lyre, Acts with a force and kindles with a zeal, Whato'ei the theme, that others never feel.

If hum in woes her soft attention claim,
A tender sympathy pervades the frame ;

She pours a sensibility divine
Along the nerves of every feeling linc.
But if a aeed not tamely to be borro
Fire indignation and a sense of scorn,
The strings are swept with such a pow'r so loud, 490
The storm of musick shakes th' astonish'd crowd.
So, when remote futurity is brought
Before the keen inquiry of her thought,
A terrible sagacity informs
The poet's" heart; he looks to distant storms; 495
He hears the thunder ere the tempest low'rs;
And, arm'd with strength surpassing human pow'rs,
Seizes events as yet unknown to man,
And darts his soul into the dawning plan.
Hence in a Roman mouth, the grace .ul name

500 Of prophet and of poet was the same ; Hence, British poets, too, the priesthood shar'd, And every hallow'd druid was a bard. But no prophetick fires to me belong; I play with syllables, and sport in song.

505 A. At Westminster, where little poets strive To set a distich upon six and five, Where Discipline helps th' op’ning huds of sense, And makes his pupils proud with silver pence, I was a poet too : but modern taste

510 Is so refind, and delicate, and chaste, That verse, whatever fire the fancy warms, Without a creamy smoothness has no charms. Thus, all success depending on an ear, And thinking I might purchase it too dear, 515 If sentiment were sacrific'd to sound, And truth cut short to make a period rond, I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse, Than caper in the morris-dance of verse. B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit,

520 And some wits flag through fear of losing it

Give me ina iine that ploughs its stately course
Like a proud swan, conquiring the stream by force ;
That, like some cottage beauty, strikes the heart,
Quite unindebted to the tricks of art.
When Labour and when Dulness club in hand,
Like the two figures at St. Dunstan's, stand,
Beating alternately in measur'd time,
The clock-work tintinabulum of rhyme,
Exact and regular the sounds will be ;

530 But such mere quarter-strokes are not for me.

From him who rears a poem lank and long,
To him who strains his all into a song ;
Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air,
All birks and braes, though he was never there ;

Or, having whelp'd a prologue with great pains,
Feels himself spent, and fumbles for his brains ;
A prologue interdash'd with many a stroke-
An art contriv'd to advertise a joke,
So that the jest is clearly to be seen,

540 Not in the words—but in the gap between : Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ To substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

To dally much with subjects mean and low Proves that the mind is weak, or makes it so. 545 Neglected talents rust into decay, And ev'ry effort ends in pushpin play. The man that means success should soar above A soldier's feather, or a lady's glove ; Else, summoning the muse to such a theme, 550 The fruit of all her labour is whipp'd cream, As if an eagle flew aloft, and thenStoop'd from its highest pitch to pounce a wren As if the poet, purposing to wed, Should carve himself a wife in gingerbread.

555 Ayes claps'd ere Homer's lamp appear’d, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard, To carry Nature's lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more. VOL. I.


Thus Genius rose and set at order'd times, 560
And shot a day-spring into distant climes,
Ennobling ev'ry region that he chose;
He sunk in Greece, in Italy he rose ;
And, tedious years of Gothick darkness pass’d,
Emerg'd all splendour in our isle at last.

565 Thus lovely halcyons dive into the main, Then show far off their shining plumes again.

A. Is genius only found in epick lays ?
Prove his, and forfeit all pretence to praise.
Make their heroick pow'rs your own at once,

570 Or candidly confess yourself a dunce.

B. These were the chief: each interval of night
Was grac'd with many an undulating light.
In less illustrious bards his beauty shone
A meteor or a star; in these the sun.

The nightingale may claim the topmost bough,
While the poor grasshopper must chirp below.
Like him unnotic'd I, ard such as I,
Spread little wings, and rather skip than fly;
Perch'd on the meagre produce of the land, 580
An ell or two of prospect we command ;
But never peep beyond the thorny bound,
Or oaken fer.ce that hems the paddock round.

In Eden, ere yet innocence of heart Had faded, poetry was not an art:

595 Language above all teaching, or, if taught, Only by gratitude and glowing thought, Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy, unmanacled by form, Not prompted, as in our degen'rate days,

5.90 By low ambition and the thirst of praise, Was natural as is the Aowing stream, And yet maguificent-A God the theme ! That theme on Earth exhausted, though above 'Tis found as everlasting as his love,

595 Man lavish'd all his thoughts on human thingz The fears of heroes, and tho wrath of kiigs;

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