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Whose generous zeal, unbought by flattering 'ADDRESS TO GREAT BRITAIN.
Shames the mean pensions of Augustan times;
-For lofty sense, Immortal patrons of succeeding days, Creative fancy, and inspection keen
Attend this prelude of perpetual praise !
Let Study, worn with Virtue's fruitless lore,
Behold this theatre, and grieve no more. A genius, universal as his theme;
This night, distinguish'd by your smiles, shall Astonishing as Chaos; as the bloom
tell, Of blowing Eden fair; as Heaven sublime! That never Britain can in vain excel;
THOMSON'S SUMMER. The slighted arts futurity shall trust,
And rising ages hasten to be just.
At length our mighty bard's victorious lays Fill the loud voice of universal praise;
And baffled Spite, with hopeless anguish dumb, ODE TO THE MUSE.
Yields to renown the centuries to come;
With ardent haste each candidate of fame,
Ambitious, catches at his towering name:
He sees, and pitying sees, vain wealth bestow
Those pageant honours which he scorn'd below, Relume thy faint, thy dying, flame?
While crowds aloft the laureat bust behold, Or have melodious airs the power
Or trace his form on circulating gold. To give one free poetic hour ?
Unknown,-unheeded, long bis offspring lay, Or, from amid the Elysian train,
And want hung threatening o'er her slow decay. The soul of Milton shall I gain, To win thee back with some celestial strain ?
What though she shine with no Miltonian fire,
No favouring Muse her morning dreams inspires O powerful strain ! O sacred soul!
Yet softer claims the melting heart engage, His numbers every sense control:
Her youth laborious, and her blameless age; And now again my bosom burns;
Hers the mild merits of domestic life,
The patient sufferer, and the faithful wife.
Secure with peace, with competence, to dwell,
'Tis yours to crown desert- beyond the grave. Scorning the judgement of a trifting age,
Dr. Johnson's Prologue to the Mask of Comus, To choicer spirits he bequeath'd his page.
acted at Drury-Lane Theatre, April 5, 1750, He too was scorn’d; and, to Britannia's shame,
for the Benefit of Milton's Grand-daugh. She scarce for half an age knew Milton's name.
Nor second he that rode sublime
Upon the seraph-wings of ecstasy;
The secrets of the abyss to spy, Beheld; and made, what it beheld, his own.
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: Such Milton was: 'tis ours to bring him forth;
The living throne, the sapphire blaze, And yours to vindicate neglected worth.
Where angels tremble while they gaze, Such Heaven-taught numbers should be more
He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, than read,
Clos'd his eyes in endless night. More wide the manna through the nation spread.
GRAY'S PROGRESS OF POESY.
ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER.
Of rude access, of prospect wild,
And holy Genii guard the rock,
While on its rich ambitious head Ya patriot crowds, who burn for England's An Eden, like his own, ljes spread; fame,
I view that oak the fancied glades among, Ye nymphs, whose bosoms beat at Milton's By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, name,
From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew,
Nigh spher'd in Heaven, its native strains could | To the fell house of Busyrane, he led hear,
Thę unshaken Britom: rt; or Milton knew, On which that ancient trump he reach'd was When in abstracted thought he first conceir'd hung;
All Heaven in tumult, and the seraphim Thither oft his glory greeting,
Came towering, arm'd in adamant and gold. From Waller's myrtle shades retreating, With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue; In vain:- Such bliss to one alone
Apart, and on a sacred hill retird, Of all the sons of soul was known;
Beyond all mortal inspiration fir'd, And Heaven and Fancy, kindred powers,
The mighty Milton sits :--An host around Have now o'erturn'd the inspiring bowers, Of listening angeis guard the holy ground; Or curtain'd close such scene from every fu- | Amaz'd they see a human form aspire ture view,
To grasp with daring hand a seraph's lyre COLLINS Inly irradiate with celestial beams,
Attempt those high, those soul-subduing themes,
And celebrate, with sanctity divine,
The starry field from warring angels won,
And God triumphant in his Victor son. Rise, ballow'd Milton! rise, and say,
Nor less the wonder, and the sweet delight, llow, at thy gloomy close of day;
His milder scenes and softer notes excite, How, when « depress'd by age, beset with When, at his bidding, Eden's blooming grove wrongs;"
Breathes the rich sweets of innocence and love. When "fall’n on evil days and evil tongues :" | With such pure joy as our forefather knew
When Darkness, brooding on thy sight, When Raphael, Heavenly guest, first met his Exild the sov'reign lamp of light:
view, Say, what could then one cheering hope diffuse; And our glad sire, within his blissful bower, What friends were thine, save Memory and the Drank the pure converse of the etherial Power, Muse?
Round the best bard his raptur'd audience Hence the rich spoils, thy studious youth
throng, Caught from the stores of ancient Trutb: And feel their souls imparadis'd in song. Hence all thy busy eye could pleas'd explore,
HAYLEY'S ESSAY ON EPIC POETRY, EPIST. III. When Rapture led thee to the Latian shore;
Each scene, that Tiber's bank supplied ;
Each grace, that play'd on Arno's side; Ages elaps'd ere Homer's lamp appear'd, The tepid gales, through Tuscan glades that fly; and ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard : The blue serene, that spreads Hesperia's sky; To carry Nature lengtbs unknown before, Were still thine own: thy ample mind
To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more * Each charm receiv'd, retain'd, combin'd, Thus Genius rose and set at order'd times, And thence " the nightly visitant," that came And shot a day-spring into distant climes, To touch thy bosom with her sacred flame, Ennobling every region that he chose; Recall'd the long-lost beams of grace;
He sunk in Greece, in Italy be rose; That whilom shot from Nature's face,
And, tedious years of Gothic darkness pass'd, When God, in Eden, o'er her youthful breast Emerg'd all splendour in our isle at last. Spread with his own right hand Perfection's gor- Thus lovely halcyons dive into the main, geous vest.
Then show far off their shining plumes again. MASON.
COWPER'S TABLE TALK.
Pulosophy, baptiz'd FROM THE REV. THOMAS WARTON'S ADDRESS TO THE
In the pure fountain of eternal love,
| Has eyes indeed; and, viewing all she sees
As meant to indicate a God to man, Lo! this the land, whence Milton's Muse of fire Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own. High svar'd to steal from Heaven a seraph's lyre; | Learning has borne such fruit in other days And told the golden ties of wedded love
On all her branches: Piety has found
Friends in the friends of science, and true prayet
Such was thy wisdom, Newton, childlike sage!
And in his word sagacious. Such 100 thine,
Milton, whose genius had angelic wings, Nor then let dreams, of wanton folly born, And fed on manna. And such thine, in whom My senses lead through flowery paths of joy; Our British Themis gloried with just cause, But let the sacred Genius of the night
Immortal Hale! for deep discernment prais'd, Such mystic visions send, as Spencer saw,
And sound integrity, not more than fam'd When through bewildering Fancy's magic | For sanctity of manners undefild. maze,
COWPER'S AUTHOR'S TASK, B. III.
And thou, with age oppress'd, beset with wrongs, He sings no mortal war:-his strains
When fled the infernal host, to thundering Chaos Or light of cherubim, the empyreal throne,
He bath'd it with Affliction's tear;
And to posterity bequeath'd Then, with fresh vigour, like a giant rose,
Tbe cherish'd hope to Nature dear, And strode sublime, and pass'd, with generous No grateful praise his labours cheer'd, rage,
No beam beneficent appear'd
To penetrate the chilling gloom;
And hangs the votive verse on his unconscious
tomb ! Ses! where the BRITISH HOMER leads
FROM POLMS AND PLAYS BY MRS. The Epic choir of modern days;
WEST, 1799, Blind as the Grecian bard, he speeds
To realms unknown to pagans lays:
The measure is English heroic verse without rhyme, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin : rhyme being no necessary adjunct, or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age to set off wretcbed matter and lame metre; graced indeed since by the use of some famous modern poets, carried away by custom, but much to their own vexation, hindrance, and constraint to express many things otherwise, and for the most part worse than else they would have expressed them. Not without cause, therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme both in longer and shorter works: as have also long since our best English tragedies : as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another; not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients, both in poetry and all good oratory. This neglect then of rhyme so little is to be taken for a defect, though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar readers, that it is rather to be esteemed an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty recovered, to heroic poem, from the troublesome and modern bondage of rhyming.
| O, Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top The first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
subject, Man's disobedience, and the loss there That shepherd, who first tanght the chosen seed, upon of Paradise wherein he was placed : then In the beginning, how the Heavens and Earth touches the prime cause of his fall, the Ser Rose out of Chaos: Or, if Sion hill pent, or rather Satan in the serpent ; who, Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd revolting from God, and drawing to his side Fast by the oracle of God; I thence many legious of angels, was, by the command Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, of God, driven out of Heaven, with all his That with no middle flight intends to soar crew, into the great deep. Which action pas- | Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues sed over, the poem hastens into the midst of Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. things, presenting Satan with his angels now And chiefly thou, o Spirit, that dost prefer falling into Hell described here, not in the cen- | Before all temples the upright heart and pure, ter (for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the yet not made, certainly not yet accursed) but
first in a place of utter darkness, fitliest called Wast present, and, with mighty wings out spreadh, Chaos: here Satan with his angels lying on Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, the burning lake, thunder-struck and astonish- And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, ed, aftera certain space recovers, as from con- | Illumine; what is low, raise and support; fusion, calls up him who next in order and That to the heighth of this great argument dignity lay by him: they confer of their mi- | I may assert eternal Providence, serable fall; Satan awakens all his legions, And justify the ways of God to men. who lay till then in the same manner con- Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from thy founded. They rise; their numbers; array , view, of battle ; their chief leaders named, according Nor the deep tract of Hell; say first, what cause to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and Mov'd our grand parents, in that happy state, the countries adjoining. To these Satan di Favour'd of Hearen so highly, to fall off rects his speech, comforts them with hope yet From their Creator, and transgress his will of regaining Heaven, but tells them lastly of For one restraint, lords of the world besides? a new world and new kind of creature to be Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? created, according to an ancient prophecy, The infernal Serpent ; he it was, whose guile, or report in Heaven; for, that angels were Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd long before this visible creation, was the opi The mother of mankind, what time his pride nion of many anoient Fathers. To find out Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his the truth of this prophecy, and what to deter
host mnine thereon, he refers to a full council. Of rebel angels; by whose aid, aspiring What his associates thence attempt. Pande. To set himself in glory above his peers, monium, the palace of Satan, rises, suddenly | He trusted to have equall'd the Most High, built out of the deep: the infernal peers there | If he oppos'd; and, with ambitious aim ait in council
Against the throne and monarchy of God,