ODE TO KING WILLIAM,* ON HIS SUCCESSES IN IRELAND. To purchase kingdoms, and to buy renown, Had you by dull succession gain'd your crown At once deserve a crown, and gain it too! * This Ode, which had been long sought after without success, was first ascertained to be Swift's in Nichols's "Select Collection of Poems, 1778," Vol. IV. p. 303. That it is the Dean's, there is not the least doubt. He refers to it in the second stanza of his "Ode to the Athenian Society," and expressly marks it by a marginal note, under the title of "The Ode I writ to the King in Ireland;" see p. 24; and see also "The Gentleman's Journal, July, 1692," p. 13. N. Britannia stripp'd of her sole guard, the laws, To preserve conquests, as at first to gain : To interrupt the fortune of your course: Your influence does the vain attacks defy Of secret malice, or of open force. Boldly we hence the brave commencement date Of glorious deeds, that must all tongues employ; William's the pledge and earnest given by fate Of England's glory, and her lasting joy.* ODE "Sometimes a man of genius, in his first effusions, is so far from revealing his future powers, that, on the contrary, no reasonable hope can be formed of his success. In the violent struggle of his mind, he may give a wrong direction to his talents, as Swift ODE TO THE ATHENIAN SOCIETY.* I. Moor Park, Feb. 14, 1691. As when the deluge first began to fall, That mountain which was highest first of all, To bless the primitive sailor's weary sight! And nigh to Heaven as is its name; When Learning's little household did embark, With her world's fruitful system, in her sacred ark, At the first ebb of noise and fear, Philosophy's exalted head appears; And the Dove-Muse will now no longer stay, To shew the flood begins to cease, And brings the dear reward of victory and peace. in two Pindaric Odes." D'Israeli's Dissertation on Anecdotes, p. 32-From this severe remark the present ОDE is an excellent appeal. N. * "I have been told, that Dryden having perused these verses, said, 'Cousin Swift, you will never be a poet;' and that this denunciation was the motive of Swift's perpetual malevolence to Dryden." JOHNSON. II. The eager Muse took wing upon the waves' decline. When war her cloudy aspect just withdrew, When the bright sun of peace began to shine, And for a while in heavenly contemplation sat, On the high top of peaceful Ararat : And pluck'd a laurel branch (for laurel was the first that grew, The first of plants after the thunder-storm and rain) And thence, with joyful nimble wing, Flew dutifully back again, And made an humble chaplet for the King.* (Glad of the victory, yet frighten'd at the war) And now discovers from afar A peaceful and a flourishing shore: No sooner did she land On the delightful strand, Than straight she sees the country all around, Where fatal Neptune rul'd erewhile, Scatter'd with flow'ry vales, with fruitful gardens crown'd, And many a pleasant wood! As if the universal Nile Had rather water'd it than drown'd: It seems some floating piece of Paradise, And the transported Muse imagin'd it When, with amazing joy, she hears * The Ode I writ to the king in Ireland. SWIFT.-See this in p. 21. An An unknown music all around, Charming her greedy ears, With many a heavenly song, Of nature and of art, of deep philosophy and love; While angels tune the voice, and God inspires the tongue. In vain she catches at the empty sound, In vain pursues the music with her longing eye, And courts the wanton echoes as they fly. III. Pardon, ye great unknown, and far-exalted men, (Yet curiosity, they say, Is in her sex a crime needs no excuse) Has forced to grope her uncouth way, After a mighty light that leads her wandering eye. No wonder then she quits the narrow path of sense For a dear ramble through impertinence; Impertinence! the scurvy of mankind. And all we fools, who are the greater part of it, Though we be of two different factions still, Both the good-natur'd and the ill, Yet wheresoe'er you look, you'll always find We join, like flies and wasps, in buzzing about wit. In me, who am of the first sect of these, All merit, that transcends the humble rules Of my own dazzled seanty sense, Begets a kinder folly and impertinence Of admiration and of praise. And our good brethren of the surly sect, Must e'en all herd us with their kindred fools: For |