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Inspiring vigour, liberty abroad
The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd, Walks, unconfin’d, ev'n to thy farthest cots, The lover's myrtle, and the poet's bay. And scatters plenty with unsparing hand.
A Hamden too is thinc, illustrious land, Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime; Wise, strenuous, firm, of unsubmitting soul, Thy streams unfailing in the summer's drouglit; Who stem'd the torrent of a downward age Unmatch'd thy guardian-oaks; thy vallies float To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again, With golden waves : and on thy mountains flocks In all thy native pornp of freedom bold. Bleat numberless; while, roving round their sides, Bright at his call, thy age of men effulg'd, Bellow the blackening herds in lusty droves. Of men on whom late tine a kindling eye Beneath thy meadows glow, and rise unquell'a Shall turn, and tyrants treinble while they read. Against the mower's scythe. On every hand Bring every sweetest Power, and let me strew Thy villas shine. Thy country teens with wealth; The grave where Russel lles; whose teinper'd And property assures it to the swain,
blood, Pleas'd, and unwearied, in his guarded toil. With calmest cheerfulness for thee resign'd, Full arc thy cities with the sons of art ;
Stain'd the sad annals of a giddy reign; And trade and joy, in erery busy street,
Aiming at lawless power, though meanly sunk Mingling are hcard: ev'n Drudgery himself, In loose inglorious laxury. With him As at the car he sweats, or dusty hew's
His friend, the British Cassius', fearless bled ; The palace-stone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports, Of high di termin'd spirit, roughly brave, Where rising masts an endless prospect yield, By ancient learning, to th' enlighten'd love With labour burn, and echo to the shouts
Of ancient freedom warm’d. Fair thy renown Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves
Jn aweful sages and in noble bards,
Her orient ray, and wak'd the Muses' song. Bold, firin, and graceful, are thy generous Thine is a Bacon ; hapless in his choice, youth,
Unfit to stand the civil storın of state,
And through the sinooth barbarity of courts,
To urge his course; hiin for the studious shade Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plans
Kind Nature form'd, deep, comprehensive, clear, Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside ; Exact, and elegant; in oue rich soul, In genius, and substantial learning, high ;
Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tally join'd. For every virtue, every worth renown'd;
The grcat deliverer be! who from the gloom Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind; Of cloister’d monks, and jargon-teaching schools, Yet, like the mustering thunder, when provok'd, Led forth the true Philosophy, there long The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource
Held in the magic chain of words and forins, Of those that under grim oppression groan.
And definitions void : be led her forth, Thy suns of glory many! Alfred thine,
Daughter of Heaven! that, slow-ascending still, In whom the splendour of heroic war,
Investigating sure the chain of things, And more h roic peace, when govern'd well, With radiant finger points to Heaven again. Combine, whose hallow'd names the virtuous saint, The generons Ashley thine, the friend of man; And his ooun Muses love; the best of kings!
Who scann'd his nature with a brother's eye, With him thy Edwards and thy Henrics shine, His weakness prompt to shade to raise his aim, Names dear to fame; the first who deep impress'd To touch the finer movements of the mind, On baughty Gaul the terrour of thy arins,
And with the moral beanly charm the heart. That awes her genius still. Iu slalesmen thou, Why need I name thy Boyle, whose plous scarcha And patrints, fertile. Thine a steady More, Amid the dark recesses of bis works, Who, with a generous, though mistaken zeal, The great Creator sought? And why thy Locke, Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage,
Who inade the whole internal world his own ? Like Cato firin, like Aristides just,
Let Newton, pure Intelligence, whom God Like rigid Cincinnatus nobly poor,
To mortals lent, to trace his boundless works A dauntless soul erect, who smil'd on death. From laws sublimely simple, speak thy fane Frugal and wise, a Walsingham is thine ;
In all philosophy. For lofty sense, . A Drake, who made thee mistress of the deep, Creative fancy, and inspection keen Anil bore thy name in thunder round the world. Through the deep windings of the human heari, Then flam'd thy spirit bigh: but who can speak Is not wild Shakespeare thine and Nature's buant? The numerous worthies of the maiden rign? Is not each great, each amiable Musu In Raleigh inark their every glory mix'd;
Of classic ages in thy Milton inct ? Paleigli, the scourge of Spain ! whose breast with A genius universal as his theme; The sage, the patriot, and the hero, buro'd. (all | Astonishing as Chans, as the bloom Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward reign
Of blo:sing Eden fair, as Heaven subline. The warrior fetter'd, and at last resign'd,
Nor shall my rerse that elder bard forget, To glut the vengeance of a vanqnish'd foe. The gentle Spencer, Fancy's pleasin: son; Than, active still and unrestrain'd, his mind Who, like a copious river, pour'd his song Explor'd the vast extent of ages past,
O’ur all the mazes of enchanted grund! : And with his prison-lours enrich'd the world ; Nor thee, his ancient master, laughing sage, Yet found no times, in all the long research, Chaucer, whose native manners.painting purse, So glorious, or so base, as those he prov’d, In which he conquer'd, and in which he bled.
I Algernon Siilnet. Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney pass, ? Anthony Ashles comper, erol of Sla:ftcxbury:
Well-moraliz'd, shines through the gothic cloud All ether softening, sober Evening takes
May my song soften, as thy daughters I, A thousand shadows at her beck. First this
She sends on Farth; then that of dee per dye The tecling heart, simplicity of life,
Steals soft behind; and then a deeper still, And elegance, and taste: the faultless form, In circle following circle, gathers round, Shap'd by the hand of harmony ; the cheek, To close the face of things. A fresher gale Where the live crimson, through the native white Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Soft-shooting, o'er the face diffuses bloom,
Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn ; And every nameless grace; the parted lip, While the quail clamours for bis running mate. Like the red rose-bud moist with morning-dew, Wide o'er the tbistly lawn, as swells the breeze, Breathing delight; and, under fowing jet, A whitening shower of vegetable down Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown,
Amusive floats. The kind impartial care The neck slight-shaded, and the swelling breast; Of Nature nought disdains : thoughtful to feed The look resistless, piercing to the soul,
Her lowest sons, and clothe the coming year, And by the soul inform’d, wben drest in love From field to field the feather'd seeds she wings. She sits high-smiling in the conscious eye.
His folded fock secure, the shepherd home Island of bliss ! amid the subject seas,
Hies, merry-hearted; and by turns relieves That thunder round thy rocky coasts. set up, The ruddy milk-maid of her brimming pail; At once the wonder, terrour, and delight,
The beauty whom perhaps his witless heart, Of distant nations; wbose remotest shores
Unknowing what the joy-mixt anguish means, Can soon be shaken by thy naval arın;
Sincerely loves, by that best language shown Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults
Of cordial glances, and obliging deeds. Batlling, as thy hoar clitss the loud s:a.wave. Onward they pass, o'er many a panting height
O Thou ! by whose almighty nou the scale And valley sunk, and unfrequented; where
At fall of eve the Fairy people throng,
But far about they wander from the grave
Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge, Rough Industry; Activity untird,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and tirough the With copious life inforın'd, and all awake :
dark, While in the radiant front superior shincs
A moving radiance twinkles. Evening yields That first paternal virtue, public zeal;
The world to Night ; not in her winter-robe Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey,
Of massy Stygian woof, but loose array'd And, ever musing on the common weal,
In mantle Jun. A faint erroneous ray, Still labours glorious with some great design. Glanc'd from th' imperfect surfaces of things,
Low walks the Sun, and breadens by de grees, Flings half an image on the straining eye: Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds Whilc wavering woods, and villages, and streams, Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train,
And rocks, and mountains-tops, that long retain'd In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Th’ascending gleam, are all one swimming scene, Air, Earth, and Ocean smile immense. And now, Uncertain if behelj.' Sudden to Heaven As if his weary chariot sought the bowers
Thence weary vision turns; where, leading soft Of Amphitritě, and her tending nymphs,
The silent hours of love, with purest ray. (So Grecian fable sung) he dips his orb;
Sweet Venus sbines ; and from her genial rise, Now half-immers'd; and now a golden curve When day-light sickens till it springs afresh, Gives one bright glance, then total disappears. Unrivall'd reigns, the fairest lainp of night. For ever running an enchanted round,
As thus th'effulgence tremulous I drink, Passes the day, deceitful, vain, and void ; With cherish'd gaze, the lambent lightnings sbock As fleets the vision o'er the fortaful brain,
Across the sky; or horizontal dart This monient hurrying wild the impassion'd soul, In wondrous shapes : by fearful murmuring crordi The next in nothing lost. 'Tis so to him,
Portentous deem'd. Amid the radiant orbs, The dreamer of this Earth, an idle blank:
That more than deck, that animate the sky,
The life-infusing suns of other worlds ;
With awful train projected o'er the Heavens, That gives the bopeless heart to sing for joy, The guilty nations tremble. But, above Diffusing kind beneficence around,
Those superstitious horrours that enslave Boastless, as now descends the silent dew ; The fond sequacious herd, to mystic faith To him the long review of order'd life
And blind amazement prone, the enlighten'd few, is inward rapture, only to be felt.
Whose godlike minds philosophy exalts, Contess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clonds, The glorious stranger haile They feel a joy
Divinely great; they in their powers exult, Of never-ending wonders, 10 conceire
And Nature mov'd complete. With inward view, This dusky spot, and measures all the sky; Thence on th' ideal kingdom swift she turns Wbile, from his far excursion though the wilds Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, Of barren ether, faithful to his time,
Th' obedient phantoms ranish or appear; They see the blazing wonder rise anew,
Compound, divide, and into order shift, In seeming terruur clad, but kindly bent
Each to his rank, from plain perception nip To work the will of all-sustaining Love :
To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train : From his huge vapoury train perhaps to shake To reason then, deducing truth from truth ; Reviving moisture on the numerous orbs,
And notion quite abstract; where first begins Through which his long ellipsis winds; perhaps The world of spirits, action all, and life To lend new fuel to declining suns,
Unfetter'd, and unmixt. But here the cloud, To light up worlds, and feed th' eternal fire, So wills Eternal Providence, sits deep.
With thee, serene Philosophy, with thee, Enough for us to know that this dark state, And thy bright garland, let me crown my song! In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits, Effusive source of evidence, and truth!
This infancy of Being, cannot prove A lustre shedding o'er th' ennobled mind,
The final issue of the works of God,
The subject proposed. Addressed to Mr. Onslow. A
prospect of the fields ready for harvest. Reflec
tions in praise of industry raised by that view, The world-producing Essence, who alone
Reaping. A tale relative to it. A harvest-storm. Possesses being; while the last receives
Shooting and hunting, their barbarity. A luThe whole magnificence of Heaven and Farth,
dicrous account of fox-hunting. A view of an And every beauty, delicate or bold,
orchard. Wall-fruit. A vineyard. A description Obvious or more remote, with livelier sense,
of fogs, frequent in the latter part of Autumn : Diffusive painted on the rapid mind.
whence a digression, inquiring into the rise of Tutor’d by thee, hence Poetry exalts
fountains and rivers. Birds of season considered, Her voice to ages; and informis the page
that now shift their habitation. The prodigious With music, image, sentiment, and thought,
number of them that cover the northern and Never to die! the treasure of mankind !
western isles of Scotland. Hence a view of the Their highest honour, and their truest joy! Without thee what were unenlighten'd man?,
country. A prospect of the discoloured, fading
woods. After a gentle dusky day, moon-light. A savage roaming through the wools and wilds,
Autumnal meteors. Morning: to which succeeds In quest of prty; and with th' unfashion'd fur
a calm, pure, sun-shiny day, such as usually Rough-clad; devoid of every finer art,
shuts up the season. The harvest being gathered And elegance of life. Nor happiness
in, the country dissolved in joy. The whole Domestic, mix'd of tenderness and care,
concludes with a panegyric on a philosophical Nor moral excellence, nor social bliss,
Crown's with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf, Of navigation bold,'that fearless braves
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, The burning line, or dares the wintery pole;
Comes jovial on: the Doric reed once more, Mother severe of infinite delights!
Well pleas'd, I tune. Whate'er the Wintery Nothing, save rapine, indolence, and guile,
frost And woes on woes, a still-revolving train!
Nitrous prepar'd; the various-blossom'd Spring Whose horrid circle had made human life Than non-existence worse: but, taught by thee,
Put in white promise forth; and Summer suns
Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view, Ours are the plans of policy and peace;
Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme. To live like brothers, and conjunctive all
Onslow! the Muse, ambitious of thy name, Embellish life. While thus laborions crowds
To grace, inspire, and dignify her song,
Would from the public voice thy gentle ear
A while engage. Thy noble care she knows,
The patriot virtues that distend thy thought, Swells out, and bears th' inferior world along. Nor to this evanescent speck of Earth
Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow;
While listening senates hang upon thy tongue Poorly confin'd, the radiant tracts on high Are her exalted range; intent to gaze
Devolving through the maze of eloquence Creation through; and, from that full complex
A roll of periods sweeter than her song.
But she too pants for public rirtac; she
With wholesoine viands fill'd his table, pour'd Though weak of power, yet stroug in ardent will, The generous glass around, inspir'd to wake Whene'er her country rushes on her heart, The life-refining soul of decent wit : Assuines a bolder note, and fondly tries
Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity; 'To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame.
But, still advancing bolder, led him on When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days, To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace ; And Libra weighs in equal scales the year; And, breathing high ambition through his soul, Prom Heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence Set science, wisdovi, glory, in his view, shook
And bade him be the Lord of all below. Of parting Summer, a serener blue,
Then gathering men their natural powers With golden light enliven'd, wide invests
The free, and fairly represented ahole ;
And, with joint force Oppression chaining, set Falls from its poise, and gives the brecze to blow. Imperial Justice at the heim; yet still Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky;
To them accountable; nor slarish dream'd The clouds fly different; and the sudden Sun That toiliug millions must resign their weal, By fits ctiulgent gilds th’illumin'd field,
And all the honey of their search, to such Aud black by fits the shadows sweep along. As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd. A gaily-cuecker'd heart-expanding view,
Hence every form of cultirated life Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
In order set, protected, and inspir'd, Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn.
Into perfection wrought. Uniting all These are thy blessings, Industry! rongh power; Society grew numerous, high, polite, Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and paiu; And happy. Nurse of art! the city rear'd Yet the kind source of every gentic art,
lo beauteous pride her tower-encircled head; And all the soft civility of life:
And, stretching street on street, by thousands drer, Raiser of human-kind! by Nature cast,
From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods
To bows strong-straining, her aspiring sons. And wilds, to rude inclement elements;
Then Commerce brought into the publie Falk With various seeds of art deep in the mind The busy merchant; the big warehouse built; Implanted, and profusely pour'd around
Rais'd the strong crane; choak'd up the loaded Materials infinite; but idle all.
street Still unexerted, in th' unconscious breast,
With foreign plenty; and thy stream, O Thames, Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still, Large, gentle, deep, inajestic, king of floods! Voracious, swallow d what the liberal band Chosc for his grand resort. On either hand, Of bounty scatter' o'er the savage year:
Like a long wintery forest, groves of inasts And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd
Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet betweea With beasts of prey; or for his acorn-meal Possessid the breczy void ; the sooty hulk Fought the tierce tusky boar; a shivering wretch! Steer'd sluggish on; the splendid barge along Aghast, and comfortless, 'when the bleak north, Row'd, regular, to harmouy; around, With Winter charg'd, let the mix'd tempest fly. The boat, light skimming, tretch'd its oary wings, Mail, rain, and show, and bitter-breathing frost: Whilc deep the various voice of fervent toil Then to the shelter of the ligt he fled ;
Proin bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb'd with oak And the wild season, sordid, pinid auor.
To bear the British thunder, black, and bold, Por home he had not; home is the resort
The roaring vessil rnshi'd into the main. Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, Then to the piliar'd dome, magniiic, heavid Supported and supporting, polish'd friends, Its ample roof; and Luxury within And dear relations uningle into bliss
Pour dout her glittering stores; the canvass smooth, But this the rugked savage never felt,
With glowir.g life protuberant, to the view Ku'n desolate in crowds; and thus his days Embodied rose; the stalne seeni'd to breathe, Rollid hcary, dark, and unenjoy'd along :
And soften into nesh, bencath the touch
All is the gift of Industry ; whate'er
Exalts, embellishes, and renders life Where lavish Nature the directing hand
Delightful. Pensive Winter cheer'd by him Of Art demanded; show'd him how to raise Sits at the social fire, and happy bicars Ais feeble force by the mechanic powers,
Th'excluded tempest idly rave along; To dig the mineral from the vaulted Earth, Ilis harden'd fingits deck the gaudy Spring; On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,
Without hiin Summer were an arid waste; On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast; Nor to th' Autumnal months could thus transmit Geve the tall ancient forest to his axe;
Those full, mature, immensurable stores, Pught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone, That, waving round, recall me wandering song Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose;
Soon as the morning trumbles o'er the sky, Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur, And, noperceiv'd, unfolds the spreading day : And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm, Before the ripeni'd fic: the reapers stand, Or bright in glossy silk, and flowing lawn ; Ju fair array ; bach by the lass he loves,
To bear the rougher part, and mitigata
He then, his fancy nith autumnal scenes
Amusing, chanc'd beside his reaper-train
With unaffected blushes froin his gaze:
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
And thus in secret to his soul hc sigh’d.
“ What pity! that so delicate a form, The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful think! By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense How good the God of Harvest is to you ;
And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell,
Of old Acasto's line; and to my mind
From whom my liberal fortune took its rise ; What nosz, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give. Now to the dust gone down; his house's, lauds,
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends; And once fair-spreading family, dissolv’d.
l'rg'd by remembrance sad, and decent pride,
Whom yet my fruitless search could never find.
Romantic wish! would this the daughter nere!” By solitude and deep surrounding shades,
When, strict inquiring, from herself he found
She was the same, the daughter of his friend,
Then blaz'd his smother'a flame, avow'd, and bold;
And as he vicw'd hcr, ardent, o'er and o'er, Content, and careless of to morrow's fare.
Love, gratitude, and pity, wept at once. Her forin was fresher than the morning rose, Confus'd, and frighten'd at his sudden tears, When the dew wets its leaves; unstain'd and Her rising beauties flush'd a higher blooin, pare,
As thus Palemon, passionate and just, As is the lily, or the mountain snow.
Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes,
“ And art thou then Acasto's dear remains ? Still on the ground dejected, darting all
She, whom my restless gratitude bas sought
Alive his every look, his every feature,
Io what sequesterd desert, hast thou drawn
The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
Into such beauty spread, and blown so fair ; But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
Though poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain,. Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, Beat keen, and heavy, on thy tender years ? Recluse amid the close-embowering woods.
O let me now, into a richer soil, (showers, As in the hollow breast of Appennine,
Transplant thee safe! where rernal suns, and Beneath the shelter of encircling hills
Diffuse their warmest, largest influence;
And of my garden be the pride, and joy!
Acasto's daughter, his whose open stores,
The father of a country, thus to pick
But ill apply'd to such a rugged task;
The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine ; Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times; If to the various blessings which thy house When tyrant custom had not shackled man, Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that bliss, But free to follow nature was the mode.
That dearest bliss, the power of blowing thee !"