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Opprett on raging o'er the waste he makes, L'en not that prime of earth, where harvests The human being almost quite extinct, crowd

And the whole fate in broad corruption finks.
On untilla harvests all the teeming year, Oh! (nun that gulf; that gaping ruin'rhun!
II of the fat o'ertlowing culture robb'd, 235) Ard countless ages roll it far away
Were then a more uncomfortable wild,

From you, ye heaven-belov'd! May Liberty, 279
Steril, and void, thau, of lies tradle depriv'd, The light of life! the fun of human-kind!
Dritons! your boalieu ine : ber princes' funk, Whence heroes, bards, and patriots borrow
per high-built honour moulder'd to the dust,

fame,
Unservil her force, her, spirits vanilh'd quite, E'en where the keen depresive North descends,
With rapid wing her riches tcd away, 241 Still Tpread, exalt, and actuate your powers !
Her ufrequented ports alone the fgn

While navith southern'climates beam in vain. 275
Of wiat she was, her mercbants scatter'd wide, And may a public fpirit from the Throne,
Her lollow Mops shut up, and in her streets, Where every virtue fits, go copious forth,
Her fields, woods, markets, villages and roads, Live o'er the land, the finer arts inspire,
The chearful voice of labour heard no more. 246 Make thoughtful Science raise his penfive head,

Oh! let not, then, waste luxury impair Blow the fresh bay, bid Industry rejoice, 230 That manly foul of toil, which ftrings your And the rough fons of loweft Labour smile ; nerves,

As when, profuse of spring, the loosen'd West
Anil your own proper happiness creates! Lifts up the pining year, and balmy breathes
Oh! let pot the foft penetrating plague 250 Youth, life, and love, and beauty, o'er the world,
Creep on the free-boro nind, and, working there, But baste we from these melancholy stores, 285
With the sharp toath of mapy a new-formd Nor to deaf'winds and waves our fruitlefs plaint
want,

Pour weak," "The country claims our active aid;
Endless; and idle all; eat out the heart

That let us roam, and where we find a fpark
Of Liberty, the high conception blast,

Of public virtue, blow it into flame.
The noble sentiment, th' inipatient scorn 25.5 Lo! now, my fons, the fons of Freedom! meet
of batetubjection, ard the swelling wish In awful fenate : thither let us fly, - 291
för general good erafing from the mird; Burn in the patriot's thought, flow from bis tongue
While pought save narrow selfitness succeeds, In fearless truth, myself, transform'd, preside,
And low delign, the fneaking passions all And shed the fpirit of Britannia round: :
Let loose, and reigning in the rankled breast. 269 This said, her feeting form and airy train 295
Induc'dat last, by fcarce perceiv'd degrees, Sunk in the gale, and nought but rugged rocks
Snappiig the very frame of government Ruth'd on the broken eye, and nought was heard
Andliti, a total disolution comes;

But the rough cadence of the darking wave,

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LIBERTY, A POEM.

Italy 'applied to Britair, 1; vér: 344. " Adress to the goddess of Liberty, that the would derluce, from the M-Nagerher 'chief eldhli shinerts, the

description of which constitutes the l'hypet of vie

ses fellozving parts of this poems. Shes alents; and FREDERICK 'PRINCE OF WALES. tömmands wohint prie Pays'yo be" fung in Britair, SIR,

whose happire): uriling from freedoni andalimited THEN

Monärcha the marks, to vir. 391' An immediate lion, that preventing. generosity, with

*Pisicn'attends, and paints her words. Invecution. which your Royal Highness received the following Poem under your protection, I can alore afcribe o de it to the recommendation and inflwence of the

The Mixe gay-rov'd the glad Helperian

round, subject. In you the cause and concerns of Liberty have so zealous a patron, as ențitlis wliatever And drew the inspiring trcátli of ancient arts, may have the least tendency to promote theni to

Ah!" little thought sie her returning versa the distinction of your favour; and who can en

Should fing lier darling subject to thy trade. ; tertain this delightful reflection, without feeling And does the mystic veil from inortaliscam a pleasure far superior to that of the fondelt ali

Involve' tlose eyes where every virtue (mild, thor, and of which all true lovers of their country The light of reason; pure, without a closed;

And all thy father's candid fpirit fróne ? must participate?. To behold the noblest difpofitions of the prince and of the patriot united; and Full of the generius Ir-art, the mild rounds 1o overflowing benevolence, generosity,

and

Honour difuzining blemic, cordial faiin,

cans dour of heart, joiņed to an enlightened zeal for And Pimpid truth, that looss the very soul. Liberty, an intimate perfuafion that on it depends But to the death of mighty nations turn the happiness and glory of both kings and peo- My strain; be there absorpt the private tear. ple; to see these thining out in public virtues, as

Mufing I lay; warm from the facrod walks 15 they have hitherto smiled in all the social lights while featter'd wide around, awful and hoar,

Where at each lep Imagination burns ; and private accomplishments of life, is that cannot but julpire a general sentiment of fa- Lies, a vart monument ! once-glorious-Rome, tisfaction and gladness, more easy to be felt than The tomb of Empire! Ruins! that efface

Whate'er of finish'd modern pomp can boart. 20 exprefled. İf the following attempt to trace Liberty from

Snatch'd by these wonders, to that world where

thought the first ages, down to her excellent establishment in Great Britain, can at all merit your approba. Led me anew o'er all the folemn seene,

Unfetter'd ranges, Fancy's magic hand tion, and prove an entertainment to your Royal Highness, if it can in any degree answer, the dig- Still in the mind's pure eye more-solemn drest; nity of the subject, and of the name under which When straight, methought, the fair majestic

Power ) presume to shelter it, I have iny best reward,

26 particularly as it afforda me an opportunity of ide- |' of Liberty appear'd'; not, as of old, claring that I am, with the greatest zealand refpect,

Extended in her hand the cap and rod,
Sii, Your Royal Highness's

Whose fave-enlarging touch gave doulis life ;
Most obedient and most devoted Servint, But her bright temples bound with Britih oak,

And naval honours nodded on her brow.
James THOMSON.

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Sublime of port, loose o'er her shoulders ilow'd ANCIENT & MODERN ITALY COMPARED. Her sea-green robe, with constellations gay, PART I.

Avi island-goddess now; and lier high care The following Poem is thrown into the form of a poe The Queen of Isles, t'ie Mistress of the Alain.

tical vision. Its fiere che ruins of ancient Rome. My heart beat filial tranfport at the sigot, 35 The goddess of Liberty, suho is supposed 70 leak And as the mov'd to speak, th’awakonid Musc through the whole,' appears characterised as Brow Lifend intense. A while frie look'd around, lish Liberty, to verse 44. Gives a view of ancient with mournful eye the well-kuown ruins mark'd, Italy, and particularly

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, republican Rome, in | And then, her sighis represling, thus began. all her magnificence and glerv, :0 ver. 112. This Mine are these wonders, all :loit feest is mine : corirased by modern Italy; its vallies, mountains, But, ah! hów changed! the falling, poor reculture, cities, people; the difference" appearing mains Jirongest in the capital city, Rome, to ver. 234. Of what exalted once the Aufonian shole. The ruins of the great workr of Liberty more mag- Look back thro' time, anci, riling from the gloom, nificent, thin the berrowed pemp of Opprefion; Mark the drea:! fcere that paints 'whale'er i say. and from them revived Sculpiure, Painting, and The great Republic sce! that g'ox'), fublime, Architecture, lo ver. 256. The oll Romans apol With the mixt freedom of a thoulard Patos, 46 trophized, with regard to the several melancholy | Rais'd on the thrones of kings her curve chair, changes in Italy: Horace, Tully, and Virgil, with And by her fafceś aw'd the subject world. regard to iñeir Tiber, Tufculum, and Naples, so See busy'millions quickening all the land, ver. 237. That one fine? ani mosl ornamente?. With cities throngid, and teeming culture high; part of thaly, all along tie Coult of Daid, kow For Nature then I'mild on her free-born fonas, so changed, te

221, Tiis c'esolution of i And pour’d the pleoty that belongs to Men.

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Behold, the country chearing, villas rise With classic zeal, these confecrated scenes
In lively prospect, by the secret lapie

Of men and deeds to trace, unhappy Lanelli: Of brooks now loft and it reams renown'd in fong: Would trust tby wilds, and cities loose of way? In Umbria's closing vales, or on the brow

Are these the vales that, once, exulting ftates Of her brown hills that breathe the scented gale ; In their warm bosom ted? the mountains theis On Baize's viney coast, where peaceful seas, On whose bigh-blooning fides My fons, of old, Fann'd by kind zephyrs, ever kiss the shore, I bred to glory? these dejected towns, And suns unclouded thine thro' pureft air ; 60 !!!sre, mean and fordid, life can scarce fubfift, Or in the spacious neighbourhood of Rome, The scenes of ancient opulence ansi pomp? Far thining upward to the Sabine bills,,

Come! by whatever sacred name disguis'l, To Anio's roar and Tiber's olive shade,

Oppression! come, and in thy works rejoice! To where Preneste lifts her airy brow,

See Nature's richest plains to putrid fena 125 Or downward spreading to the funny fhore, 65 Turu'd by thy fury. From the chearful bounds Where Alba breathes the freshners of the main. She raz'd thenlivening village, farm, and feat.

See diftant mountains leave their vall:ys dry, First rural Toil, by thy rapacious land And o’er the proud arcade their tribute pour, Robb'd of his poor reward, refgn'd the plovgin, To lave imperial Rome. For ages laid,

And now be dares not turn the noxious giebe: Deep, massy, firm, diverging every way, 70 l 'Tis thine entire. The lonely swain himself, With tombs of heroes sacred, see her roads, Who loves at large along the grassy downs By various nations trod, and suppliant kings, His flocks to paiture, thy dear champaign flies: With legions flaming, or with triumph gay. Far as the fickening eye can sweep around,

Full in the centre of these wondrous works, "Tis all one deferi, defolats, and grey, The price of earth, Rome in ber glory see; 75 Grazed by the fullen buttalo alone; Behold her demi-gods, in fenate met,

And where the rank uncultivated growth All head to counsel, and all heart to act;

Of rotting ages taints the passing gate, The Commonweal inspiring every tongue Beneath the baleful blait the city pines, With fervent eloquence, unbrib'd and bold, Or finks enfeebled, or infected burns. Ere tame Corruption taught the servile herd 80 Beneath it mourns the solitary road, To rank obedient to a master's voice.

Roll'd in rude mazes o'er th' abandon'd waste, Her forum fee, warm, popular and loud, While ancient ways, inguif'd, are seen ne more. In trembling wonder hulh'd, when the two Such thy dire plains, thou Self-destroyer! foe Sires, *

To human-kird ! Thy mountains, too, profuse, As they the private father greatly quellid, Where savage Nature blooms, seem their fad Stood up the public fathers of the itate,

plaint See Juttice judging there in human shape ! To raise against thy defolating rod. Hark! how with Freedom's voice it thunders There on the breezy brow, where thriving states high,

And famous cities, once, to the pleas'd fun Or in soft murmurs fink to Tully's tongue. Far other scenes of rising culture spread, 150 Her Tribes, her Census, fee; her generous Pale Mhine thy ragged towns. Neglected round troops,

Each harvest pines, the livid, lean produce Whose pay was glory, and their best reward so Of 'heartless Labour ; while thiy hated joys, Free for their country and for me to dic,

Not proper pleasure, lift the lazy hani. Ere mercenary murder grew a tracle.

Better to fink in Aoth the woes of life, Mark, as the purple triumph waves along. Than wake their rage with upavailing toil, The highest pomp and loweit fall lise.

Hence drooping Art almost to Nature leaves Her festive games, the school of heroes, see; The rude unguided year. This wave the gifts Her Circus, ardent with contending youth; Of yellow Ceres, thin the radiant blun Her streets, her temples, palaces, and baths, Of orchard reddens in the warniest ray. 160 Full of fair Forms of Beauty's eldest born, To weedy wildness run, no rural wealth And of a people cast in Virtue's mold;

(Such as diétators fed) the garden pours. While Sculpture lives around, and Arian hills 100 Crude the wild olive flows, and foul the vine ; Lend their belt stores to heave the pillar'd dome ; Nor juice Cæcubian nor Faleriian more All that to Roman strength the fofter touch Streams life and joy, fave in the Muse's bowl. 165 Of Grecian art can join. But language fails Unfeconded by Art, tlie spinning race To paint this fun, this centre of mankind, Draw the bright thread in vain, and idly toil. Where every virtue, glory, treasure, art, 195 In vain, forlorn in wilds, the citron blouis, Aitracted Itrong, in heighteu'd lufre met. And lowering plants perfume the desert gale.

Need I the contrast mark? unjoyous view ! Thro' the vile thoro the tender myrıle twines; A land in all, in government, in arts,

Inglorious droops the laurel, dad to long, 17! In virtue, genius, earth, and heaven, revers’d. And long a stranger to the hero's birow. Who but, these far-fam'd ruins-to behold,

Nor bali thy triumph this : cast from bruts froof's of a people whose beroic aims

fields Soard far above the little selfish sphere

Into the haunts of men thy ruthless eye, Of doubting modern life ; who but, inflam’d There buxom Plenty never turns her horn; 175

The grace and virtue of estórior lite, * L. F. Brutus and Virginius,

No clean Conrenience reigns; e'en Sleep ito!,

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Least delicate of powers, reluctant, there Mysterious mark'd with dark Egyptian lore; Lays on the bed inpure his heavy head.

These endless wonders that this Sacred Way Thy horrid walk! dead, empty, unadorn'd; Illumine ftill, and consecrate to fame; See streets whose echoes never know the voice These fountains, vafes, urns, and statues, charg'd of chearsul Hurry, Commerce many-tongu'd, With the fine stores of art-completing Greece. And Art niechanic at his various tak,

Mine is, besides, thy every later boast; Fervent employ'd Alark the defponding race, Thy Buonarotis, thy Palladios, Mine; Of occupation void, as void of hope; 185 And Mine thar fair designs which Raphæl's soul Hope, the glad ray glanc'd from Eternal Good, O'er the live canvass, emanating, breath'd. That life enlivens, and exalis its powers,

What would you say, ye Conquerors of earth! With views of fortune--madness all to them! Ye Romans! could you raise the laureld head? By thee relntless seiz'd their better joys, Could you the country fee, by seas of blood, To the soft aid of cordial airs they fiy, 190 And the dread toil of ages, won so dear, Breathing a kind oblivion o'cr their woes, Your pride, your triumph, your fupreme delight! And love and nmsic melt their fonls away. For whose defence oft', in the doubtful hour, Fron feeble Justice see how rath Revenye, You rush'd with rapture down the gulph of Fate, Trembling, the balance fratches, and the 'word, of death ambitious! till by awful deeds, Fearlui himself, to venal ruffian, gives. 195 Virtues, and courage, that amaze mankind, See where God's altar, nursing Murder, Hands The Queen of Nations rose, pofleft of ali With the rod touch of dark aftafios Ilain'd. Which Nature, Art and Glory, could bestow!

But chicf let Rome, the mighty. City! (peak What would you say, deep in the last abyss The full-exerted genius of thy reign.

Of slavery, vice, and unambitious want, Behold her rise amid the lifeless waste, 200 Thus to behold her sunk? Your crowded plains Espiring Nature all coifupted round;

Void of their cities, upadorn'ü your hills, - 264 While the lone Tibur, thro' the desert plain Ungrac'd your lakes, your ports to thips unknown, Winds his waste stores, and sullen sweeps along. Your lawless floods, and your abandon'd streams, Patch'd from my fragments, in unfolid pomp, These could you know? these could you love Mark how the teniple glares, and, artful drest,

again! Amulive, draws tlie fuperfitious irain. 206 Thy Tiber, Horace! could it now infpire Mark how the palace lifts a ly ng front,

Content, poetic ease, and rural joy, Concealing oftou, in magnific jail,

Soon bursting into song, while thro' the groves Proud want; a deep unanimated gloom ! Of headlong Anio, dathing to the vale, And oft'adjoining to the crear abode 210 In many a tortur'd stream, you mus'd along ? Of Misery, whose melancholy walls

Yon' wild retreat, where Superftition dreams, Secm its voracious grandeur to reproach. Could, Tully! you your Tusculum believe ? Within the city-bounds the desert fee :

And could you deem yon' naked hills, that form, See the rank vine s'er subterrranean roofs

Fam'd in old song, the ship forsaken bay, Indecent spread, beneath whose fretted gold 215 Your formian fore, once the delight of earth, It once exulting flow'd. The people mark, Where Art and Nature, ever-Smiling, join'd Matchless, while fir'd by Me; to public good On the gay land to lavish all their stores? Inexorably firm; just, generous, brave; How chang'd, how vacant, Virgil! wide around, Afraid of nothing but unworthy life;

Would now your Naples seem ? disaster'd less 281 Elate with glory, and heroic soul

220 By black Vesuvius, thundering o'er the coast Known to the vulgar breall; behold them now His midnight earthquakes and his mining fires, A thin despairing nuniber, all-lubdu'd, Than by defpotic rage; that inward gnaws, The Daves of Naves, by fuperftition foolid, A native foe; a foreign tears without. 285 By vice unmann'd, and a licentious rule, First from your Natter'd Cæsars this began, In guilc ingenious, and in murder brave. 225 Till, doom’d to tyrants an eternal prey, Such in one land, beneath the same fair clime, Thin peopled spreads, at last, the Tyren plain, Thy fons, Oppression! are, and such were Mine That the dire soul of Hannibal disarm’d, l'en with thy labour'd pump, for whose vain And wrapt in weeds the hore of Venus lies how

There Baiæ fees no more the joyous throng, Deluded thousands farve, all age begrim'd, Her banks all beanring with the pride of Rome : Torn, robb’d, and scatter'd in unnumber'd sacks, No generous vines now balk along the hills, And by the tempest of two thousand years Where Sport the breezes of the Tyrrhene main : Continual inaken, Jet My ruins vie.

With baths and temples mixt, no villas rife; 295 These roads, that yet the Roman hand assert, Nor, art-sustain'd amid reluctant waves, Beyond the wcak repair of modern toil ;

Draw the cool murmurs of the breathing deep : These fractur'd arches, that the chiding Aream No spreading ports their sacred arms extend; No more delighted hear; these rich remains No mighty moles, the big intrusive storm, Of marbles now unknown, where shines, imbib'd, From the calm station, roll resounding back. 30. Each parent ray; these masly columns hew'd An almost total-desolation firs. From fric's fartheit fhore; one granice all A dreary fillness, faddening o'er the coast; These obelisks high-towering to the sky, 240 Where, when soft suns and tepid winter's rose, VOL, VI!I.

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Rejoicing crowds inha!'d the balm of peace; " E'en kings theniselves, the monarchs of the Where cicy'd hill to hill reflected blaze; 305

Free !

365 And where, with Ceres, Bacchus wont to hold “ Fix'd on my rock, there an an indulgent race A genial ftrife. Her youthful form, robust, " ()'er Britons wic!d che sceptre of their choice ; E'en Nature yields, by fire and earthquake rent; " And there to finish what his fires began, Whole Gately cities in the dark aprupt

" A prince behold! for Me whu burns fincere, Swaliow'd at once, or vile in rubbish laid, 310 “ E'en with a subje&t's zeal. He my great A net for serpents; from the red abyss

work

370 New hills, explosive, thrown; the Lucrine lako “ Will, parcnt-like, sustain, and added give A reedy pool; and all to Cuma's point

16 The touch the Graces and the Muses owe : The sea recovering his usurp'd doinain,

" For Britain's glory (wells his panting breast, And poor'd triumphant o'er the bury'd dome. 66 And ancient arts he emulous revolves, Hence, Britain ! learn, My beit-eitablish'd “ Hisprids to let the smiling heart abroad, 375 laft,

" Thro' clouds of pomp, that but conceal the And, more than Greece or Rome, My steady reign;

« To please his picasure, bounty his delight; The land where, king and people eqnal bound " And all the foul of Titus dwells in him." By guardian laws, my fuliert blessings fw,

Hail, glorious theme ! But how, alas ! fhall And where My jealous unsubmitting foul, 320

verse, The dread of tyrants! burns in every breast : From the crude stores of mortal language drawn, Learn hence, if such the miserable fate

Hoiv, faint and tedious, fing what, piercing Of an heroic race, the masters once

deep, of human-kind, what, when depriv'd of Me, The goddess flash'd at once upon my sou!? How grievous must he thine! in spite of clines, For, clear precition all, the tongue of gods Whose fun-enliven'd ather wakes the foul Is harmony itself, to every bir To higher powers, in ipite of happy foils, Familiar, known like light to every eye, 385 'That, but by Labour's flighteít aid impelld, Niean time disclosing ages, as the spoke With trea!ures teem to thy cold clime unknown, lo long fucceflion pour'd their enpires forth; If there desponding sail the conmon arts 330 Scene after scene the human druma spread, And fuftenance of life, could life ittell,

And still th' embodied pidure rose to light. Far less a thoughtless tyrant's holiow pomp,

Oh Thou ! to whom the Musts owe thcir Subfilt with thec? Against deprching kies,

flaine,

390 Join'd to full spread Oppreflion's cloudly brow, Who bidd'r, beneath the pole, Parnassus rise, How could thy Spirits hold? where vigour find? And Hippocrene flow, with thy bold case, Forc'd iruits to tear from their unnative foil ? The striking force, the lightning of thy thought, Or, storing every harvest in thy ports,

And thy strong phrase, that rolls profound and To plough the dreadful all-producing wave ?

clear, Here paus'd the goddess ; by the pause asíur'a. Oh! gracious Goddess ! re-infpire my song, 395 In trembing accets thus 1 mov'd my prayer. 34w | Whic i, to nobler than poetic fame “ Oh! firit, and moít benevolent of powers ! Aspiring, thy conimands to Britons bear.

Come from eternal splendours, here on earth, " drains despotic pride, and rage, and lull, To shield mankind, to raise them to assert

GRE E CE. " The native rights and honour of their race ; « Teach me, thy lowest subject, but in zeal “ Yielding to none, the projress of thy reign,

LIBERT Y. " And with a strain from thee enrich the Muse.

PART II. " As thee alone she serves, her patron, thou, " And great inspirer, be ! then will the joy 350 " Tho' narrow life her lot, and private Made ; LIBERTY traced from the Pastoral ages, and “ And when her venal voicc she harcers vile,

the first uniting of neighbouring families into ci" Or to thy open or thy secret fox's, “ May ne'er those sacred raptures touch her blishments of Liberty in Egypt, Persia, Phæni

vil government, to ver. 47. The several eltamore,

cia, Palestine, slightly touched upon, down to " By slaviíh hearts unfelt ! and may her song her great establishment in Greece, to ver. 91. – « Sink in oblivion with the nameless crew !

Geographical description of Greece, to ver. 113. Vermin of state! to thy o'erflowing light Sparta and Athens, the two principal Atates of s That owe their being, yet betray thy cause." Greece, described, to ver. 164. Influence of Li

Then, condescending kind, the heavenly power berty over all the Greciau states, with regard to Frcturn'd." What here, suggested by the scene, their government, their politeness, their virtues, " I fight unfold, record and sing at home, 361 their arts and sciences. The vast superiority it « In that bleft ifle where (so we fpirits move) gave them, in point of force and bravery, over “ With one quick effort of My will I am : the Persians, exemplified by the action of Therds. There Truth, unlicens'd, walks, and dares mopylæ, the battle of Marathon, and the retreat accoft

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