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That rcars and ripens man, as well as plants, Th' assembled mischiefs that besiege them round? Here human nature wears its rudest form.
Heart gnawing hunger, fainting weariness. Deep from the picrcing season sunk in caves, The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice, Here hy dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer, Now Ceasing, now repew'd with louder rage, They waste the tedious gloom. Immers'd in furs, And in dire echoes bellowing round the nain. Doze the gross race. Nor sprightly jest, nor song, More to embroil the deep, Leviathan Nor tenderness they know; nor aught of life, And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, Beyond the kindred bears that stalk without. Tempest the loosen'd brine, while through the Till Morn at length, her roses drooping all, Far from the bleak inhospitable shore, [gloum, Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields, Loading the wiuds, is heard the hungry howl And calls the quiver'd savage to the chase. Of famish'd monsters, there awaiting wrocks.
What cannot active governinent perforın, Yet Providence, that ever-eaking eye, New-moulding inan? Wide-stretching from these Looks down with pity on the feeble toil A people savage from remotest time, (shores, Of mortals lost to hope, and lights thein safe, A huge neglected empire, one vast mind,
Through all this dreary labyrinth of fate. By Heaven inspir'd, from Gothic darkness call'd. "Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest Immortal Peter! first of monarchs! He
glooms, His stubborn country tam'd, her rocks, her fens, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons; How dead the vegetable kingdom lics! And while the fierce barbarian he subdued,
How duinb the tuneful! Horrour wide extends To more exalted soul he rais'd the man.
His desolate domain. Behold, fond man! Ye shades of ancient heroes, ye who toild See here thy pictur'd life; pass soine few years, Through long successive ages to build up
Thy Aowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent A labouring plau of state, behold at once
Thy sober Autumn fading into age, (strength, The wonder done! behold the matchless prince! And pale concluding Winter comes at last, Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then And shuts the scene. Ah!, whither now are fted, A mighty shadow of unreal power ;
Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts; Of happiness? those longings after fame? And, roaming every land, in every port
Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand, Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering Unwearied plying the mechanic tool,
thoughts, Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts,
Tost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life? Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill.
All now are vanish'd! Virtue sole survives,
His guide to happiness on high. And see!
Of Heaven and Earth! awakening Nature bears 'Th' astonish'd Fuxine hears the Baltic roar; The new-creating word, and starts to life, Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd In every heighten'd form, from pain and death With daring keel bcfore; and armies stretch For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Each way their dazzling files, repressing here Involving all, and in a perfect whole The frantic Alexander of the north,
Uniting, as thc prospect wider spreads, And awing therc stern Othman's shrinking sons. To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Sloth flies the land, and Ignorance, and Vice, Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, Of old dishonour proud : it glows around,
Confounded in the dust, adore that Power,
Muttering, the winds at eve, with blupted point, Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd
In palaces, lay straining her low thought,
A HYMN. Beneath the shclter of an icy isle, While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horrour looks Tresf, as they change. Almighty Father, these, More horrible. Can human force endure
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. is home he goes beneath the joyous Moon. Wide Hush the fields; the softening air is balm; Ye that keep watch in Heaven, as Earth asleep Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beaios, And every sense, and every beart, is joy.
Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Then comes thy glory in the Summer-months, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. With light and heat refulgent. Then thy Sun Great source of day! best image here below Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, And oft thy voice in drearitul thunder speaks ; From world to world, the vital occan round, And oft at daw), deep noon, or falling eve, On Nature write with every beam his praise. By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. The thunder rolls: be bush'd the prostrate world; Thy bounty shines in Autumn imconfind,
While cloud to cloud returns the solemn bymn. And spreads a cominon feast for all that lives. Bleat out afresh, ye bills: ye mossy rocks, In Winter awful thou! with clouds and storms Retain the sound: the broad responsive love, Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rollid, Ye valljes, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing, And bis unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Riding sublime, thou bidst the world adore, Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song And humblest nature with thy northern blast. Burst from the groves! and when the restless day,
Mystrious round! what'skill, what force divine, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train, Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charın Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, The listening shades, and teach the night his praise. Such beauty and beneficence conbin'd,
Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, Shade, unperceivd, so softening into shade; At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, And all so forming an harmonious whole ;
Crown the great hymn! in swarming cities rast, That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. Assembled men, to the deep organ join But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, The long-resounding voice, oft-breaking clear, Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, At solemn pauses, through the swelling base; That ever-busy, wheels, the silent spheres; And, as each mingling flame increases each, Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence | In one united ardour rise to Heaven. The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring: Or if you rather chuse the rural shade, Flings from the Sun direct the flaming day;
And find a fame in every secret grove; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempests forth; There let the shepherd's dute, the virgin's lay, And, as on Earth this grateful change revolves, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, With transport touches all the springs of life. Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. Nature, attend! join every living soul,
For me, when I forget the darling theme, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray In adoration join ; and, ardent, raise
Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; One general song! To him, ye vocal gales, Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Breathe sott, whose Spirit in your freshness Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, Oh, talk of him in solitary gloons! Tbreathes: And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waring pine Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,
Rivers unknown to song ; where first the San Whosbake th' astonish'd world, lift high to Heaven Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Th' impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. Flames on th’ Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me; His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; Since God is ever present, ever felt, And let me catch it as I muse along.
In the void waste as in the city full; Ye headlong torrents, rapid. and profound ; And where he vital breathes, there must be jov, Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze When er'n at last the solemn hour should come, Along the vale; and thou, majestic main,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, A secret world of wonders in thyself,
I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers,
From seeming evil still educing good,
Myself in bim, in Light ineffable ;
OY THE OBSOLETE WORDS USED IN THIS POEM.
THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. N. B. The letter r is frequently placed in the
beginning of a word by Spenser, to lengthen it AN ALLEGORICAL POEM.
a syllable, and en at the end of a word, for
the same reason, as withouten, casten, &c. ADVERTISEMENT.
Yfere together. This poem being writ in the manner of Spenser, Yblent, or blont-blend- Ymolten--melted. the obsolete words, and a simplicity of diction in ed, mingled.
Yode (preter tense of some of the lines, which borders on the ludicrous, Yclad-clail
yede)-ent. were necessary, to make the imitation more per: Ycleped-walled, named. fect. And the style of that admirable poet, as well as the measure in which he wrote, are, as it
THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, were, appropriated by custom to allegorical poems writ in our language ; just as in French the style
The Castle height of Indolence, of Marot, who lived under Francis I. has been
And its false luxury; used in tales, and familiar epistles, by the politest writers of the age of Louis XIV.
Where for a little time, alas!
We liv'd rightjollily.
O MORTAL man, who livest here by toil, s
Do not complain of this thy hard estate; V Ascucmage--the chief or Louting — bowing, bend- .
That like an emmet thou inust ever moil,
Is a sad sentence of an ancient date ;
And, certes, there is for it reason great; ba
For, tho' sometimes it makes thee weep and wail, e
And curse thy star, and early drudge and late, to Atween-between. Moil-to labour.
Withouten that would come an heavier bale, e Ay--always. Mote-might.
Loose life, unruly passions, and diseases pale. Bale--sorrow, trouble, Muchel or mochel - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, misfortune. much, great.
With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round, v Benempt-named. Nathless-nevertheless.
A niost enchanting wizard did abide, a
Than whom a ficnd more fell is no where found. playing. Needments necessaries.
It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground; de Breme--coid, taw. Noursling a child that is
And there a season atween June and May, Carol--to sing songs of
Half prankt with spring, with summer half emjoy. Noyance-harm.
brown'd, Caucus-the north-east Prankt-coloured, adorn- A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, e wind.
No living wight could work, ne cared ev'n for play, e Certes-certainly.
Perdie (Fr. par Dieu)-
Was nought around but images of rest :
Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns between; Deftly-skilfully.
rode through the forest.
And flowery beris that slumberous infuence kest, Depainted-painted. Seardry, burnt up.
From poppies breath'd; and beds of pleasant Dropsy-head-drowsiSheen-bright, shining.
green, Sicker--sure, surely.
Where never yet was creeping creature scen. Fath-easy. Smackt-savoured.
Meantime unnumber'd glittering streamlets Eftsoons — immediately, Soot-sweet, or sweetly.
play'd, often afterwards. Sooth-itue, or truth.
And burl'd every where their waters shecn;
That, as they bicker'd through the sunny shade,
Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur Gear or geer-fumiture, ing with heat.
made. equipage, dress. Swink-to labour,
Join'd to the prattle of the purling rills, Glaive sword. (Fr.) 'Thrall slave.
Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, Glee-joy, pleasure.
Transmew'd transform- And Rocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, Han-have.
And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : Aight-named, called ; Vild-vile.
And now and then sweet Philomel wouli wail, and sometimes it is Unkempt (Lat. incomp- Or stock-doves plain anid the fortst deep, used for is called. See tus)
-unadorned. That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale; stanza vii.
Ween-to think, be of opi- And still a coil the grasshopper did keep; Idless-midleness.
Yet all these sounds yblent inclined all to sleep. Imp-child, or offspring; Weet--to know; to weet,
Full in the passage of the vale, above, from the Saxon impan, to wit.
A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; Whiloinere.while, forto graft or plant.
Where nonght but shadowy forms was seen to Kest--for cast. merly.
As Idless fancy'd in her dreaming mood :
And up the hills, on either side, a wood
Of blackening pincs, ay waving to and fro, meadow.
think, understand. Libbard-leopard.
Sent forth a sleepy horrour through the blood; Wonne (a noun)-dwell
And where this valley winded out, below, Lig-to lie.
The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard Losel--loose idle fellow. Wroke-wreakt.
A pleasing land of drousy-head it was,
“With me, you need not rise et early daws. Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; To pass the joyless day in various stounds : And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Or, louting low, on upstart Fortume fawn, For ever fushing round a summer-sky:
And sell fair honour for some paltry pounds; There eke the soft deligiits, that witchingly Or through the city take your dirty rounds, Instil a wanton swet-tness through the breast, To cheat, and dun, and lye, and visit pay, And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh'; Now flattering base, vow giring secret wounds:
But whate'er smack'd of noyance, or unrist, Or prowl in courts of law for human prry, Was far far off expell’d from this delicious nest. In vernal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway. The landskip such, inspiring perfect ease,
“No cocks, with me, to rustic labour call, Where Indolence (for so the wizard hight)
From village on to village sounding clear: Close-hid his castle mid embowcring trees,
To tardy swain no shrill-voic'd matrons squall; That half shut out the beams of Phoebus bright,
No dogs, no babes, no wires, to stun your ear; And made a kind of checker'd day and night;
No hammers thump; no horrid blacksmith sear, Meanwhile, unceasing at the massy gate,
Ne noisy tradesmen your sweet slumbers start, Beneath a spacious palm, the wicked wight
With sounds that are a misery to bear: Was plac'd; and to his lute, of cruel fate,
But all is calın, as would delight the heart And labour harsh, complain'd, lamenting man's
Of Sybarite of old, all nature, and all art. estate. Thither continual pilgrims crowded still,
“ Here yought but candour reigns, indulgent ease, From all the roads of Earth that pass there by :
Good.natur'd lounging, sauntering up and down: For, as they chaunc'd to breathe on ncighbour
They who are pleas'd themselves must always ing hill,
please ; The freshness of this valley smote their eve,
On others' ways they nerer squint a frown, And drew them ever and anon more nigh;
Nor heed what haps in hainlet or in town: Till clustering round th' enchanter false they
Thus, from the source of tender indolence, Ymolten with his syren melody; (hung.
With milky blood the heart is overflown, While o'er th' enfeebling lute his hand he fung, For Interest, Enry, Pride, and Strife, are banish'd
Is sooth'd and sweetcu'd by the social sense; And to the trembling chords these tempting verses
hence. sung: “Behold! ye pilgrims of this Earth, behold! “ W'hat, what is virtue, but repose of trind, See all but man with uneam'd pleasure gay: A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm; See her bright robes the butterfly unfold,
Abore the reach of wild ambition's sind, Broke from her wintery tomb in prime of May ! Above the passions that this world deform, What youthful bride can equal her array? And torture man, a proud malignant worm? Who can with her for easy pleasure vic?
But herè, instead, soft gales of passion play, From mead to .ead with gentle wing to stray, And gently stir the heart, thereby to forin From flower to flower on balmy gales to fly, A quicker sense of joy; as breezes stray [80r Is all she has to do beneath the radiant sky. Across th' enliven'd skies, and make them still more
“ Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, “ The best of men have erer lord reposes The swarming songsters of the careless grore, They hate to mingle in the filthy fray; Ten thousand throats ! that from the fowering Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows, thorn,
Enbitter'd more from peevish day to day. Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love, Ev'n those whom Fame has lent her fairest ray, Such grateful kindly raptures them emove: The most renown'd of worthy wights of yore, They neither plough, nor sow; ne, fit for fail, From a base world at last have stol'n away: E'or to the barn the nodden sheaves they drore;
So scipio, to the soft Cumæan shore Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale,
Retiring, tasted joy he never knew before. Whatever crowns the hill, or smiles along the vale.
“ But if a little exercise you chuse, * Outcast of Nature, man! the wretched thrall
Some zest for case, 'tis not forbidden here. Of bitter dropping sweat, of sweltry pain,
Amid the groves you may indulge the Muse, Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall,
Or tend the blooms, and deck the vernal year; And of the vices, an inhuman train,
Or softly stealing, with your watery gear, That all proceed from savage thirst of gain : For when hard-hearted Interest first began
Along the brook, the crimson spetted fry
You may delude: the whilst, amus'd, you hear To poison Earth, Astræa left the plain ;
Now the hoarse stream, and now the Zephyr's Guile, violence, and murder, seiz'd on man,
sigh, And, for soft milky streams, with blood the rivers
Attuned to the birds, and woodland melody. ran, " Came, ye, who'stil the cumberous loail of life “O grierous folly! to heap up estate, Push hard up hill; but as the farthest steep Losing the days you see beneath the Sum; You trust to gain, and put an end to strifo,
When, suddeu,.comes blind unrelenting Fate, Down thunders back the stone with mighty sweep,
And gives th' untasted portion you have won, And burls your labours to the valley deep,
With ruthless toil, and many a wretch undone, For ever vain : come, and, withouten fee,
To those who mock you gone to Pluto's reign, I in oblivion will your sorrows steep,
There with sad ghosts to pine, and shadons dun : Y ur cares, your toils, will steep you in a sea But sure it is of vanities inost vain, Of full delight ; O come, ye weary wights, to me! | To toil for what you here untoiling may obtain."
1 Me ceas'd. But still their trembling ears retain'd Thus easy row'd, they to the fountain sped,
That in the middle of the court up-threw
It was a fountain of Nepenthe rare: (dre
Or by some food all silver'd with the gleam, And sweet oblivion of vile earthly care; (grew, The soft-einbodied Fays through airy portal stream: Fair gladsome waking thoughts, and joyous dreams
This rite perform'd, all inly pleas'd and still,
“ Ye sons of Indolence, do what you will;
And wander where you list, thro' hall or glade!
Let each as likes him best his hours employ,
And curs'd be he who minds his neighbour's trade!
Here dwells kind Fasc and innreproving Joy:
He little merits bliss who others can annoy."
Wide o'er this ample court's black area,
Though feeble wretch he seem'd, of sallow hue : No living creature could be seen to stray;
So that to think you dreáint you almost wes con-
As when a shepherd of the Hebrid isles,
Plac'd far amid the melancholy main,
(Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles;
Or that aëriał beings sometimes deign
Tu stand embodied, to our senses plain)
Sees ou the naked hill, or vallcy low,
A vast assembly moving to and fro:
Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Ye gods of quiet, and of sleep profound!
Whose soft dominion d'er this castle sways,
And all the widely-silent places round,
Forgive me, if my trembling pen displays
What never yet was sung in mortal lays.
But how shall I attempt such arduous string,
Ah ! how shall I for this uprear my moulted wing?
Come on, my Muse, por stoop to low despair,
Thou yet shalt sing of was, and actions fair,
Which the bold sons of Britain will inspire ;
of ancient bards thou yet shall sweep the lyre ;
Thou yet shall trea in tragic pall the stage,
Paint love's enchanting woes, the hero's ire,
The sage's calm, the patriot's poble rage, (age.
Dashing corruption down through every worthless
The doors, that know m shrill alarming bell,
The pride of Turkey and of Persia land?
So that each spacious room was one full-swelling-