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Or which obtaind the caitiffs dare not taste: 1
Was to behold the nations all on fire,
lu cruel broils engag'd, and deadly strife, Of Vanity the Mirrour this was callid.
Most Christian kings, inflam'd by black desire, Here you a muck-worm of the town might see, With honourable ruffians in their hire, At his dull desk, amid his legers (tallid,
Cause war to rage, and blood around to pour: Ate up with carking care and penurie,
Of this sad work when each begins to tire, Moft like to carcase parch'd on gallow-tree. They fit them down just where they were before, “ A penny saved is a penny got;"
Till for new scenes of woe peace shall their forec Firm to this scoundrel-niaxim keepeth he,
restore. Ne of its rigour will he bate a jot, Till it has quench'd his fire and banished his pot.
To number up the thousands dwelling here,
An ufcless'were, and eke an endless talk;
Yea many a man, perdie, I could unmask, The filly tenant of the summer air,
Whose desk and table make a folemn show, In folly lost, of nothing takes he care;
With tape-ty'd trash, and suits of fools, that alk. Pimps, lawyers, stewards, harlots, flatterers vile, For place or pension, laid in decent row; And thieving tradesmen, him among them share; But these I paffen by, with nameless numbers moe. His father's ghost from Limbo-lake, the while, Sees this, which more damnation doth upon him
Of all the gentle tenants of the place,
There was a man of special grave remark;
Pensive, not fad; in thought involv’d, not dark; Backwards and forwards : oft' they snatch the pen, As foot this man could fing as morning lark, As if inspir'd, and in a Thespian ragc,
And teach the noblest morals of the heart; Then write, and blot, as would your ruth engage. But these his talents were yburied stark ; Why, Authors! all this scrawl and scribbling of the fine stores he nothing would impart, fore?
hich or boon Nature gave, or nature-painting To lose the present, gain the future age,
To noontide shades incontinent he ran,
Where purls the brook with Necp-inviting found, LIII.
Or when Dan Sol to Nope his wheels began, Then would a splendid city rise to view,
Amid the broom he balk'd him on the ground, With carts, and cars, and coaches, roaring all :
Where the wild thyme and camomoil are found; Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew,
There would he linger till the latest ray See how they dath along from wall to wall! Of light fate trembling on the welkin's bound, At every door, hark how they thundering call!
Then homcward thro' the twilight shadows stray, Good Lord ! what can this giddy rout excite? Sauntering and low: so had he passed many a day, Why, on each other with fell tooth to fall, A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace, to blight,
LIX And make new tiresonie parties for the coming Yet not in thoughtlefs flumber were they past; night.
For ofi' the heavenly fire, that lay couceal'd
Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fatt,
And all its native light anew reveal'cc,
Oft' as he travers'd che cerulean field, In dark cabals and nightly juntos miet,
And markt the clouds that drove before the wind, And now they whilper'd close, now Mrugging Ten thoufand glorious systems would he build, rear'd
Ten thousand great ideas fillid his mind : Th' important shoulder; then, as if to get
Buc with the clouds they fed, and left no trace New light, their twinkling eyes were inward set.
behind. No sooner Lucifer | recalls affairs, Than forth they various rush in mighty fret;
LX. When, lo! puth'd up to power, and crown'd their with him was sometimes join'd, in filent walk, cares,
(Profoundly silent, for they never spoke) In comes another fett, and kicketh them down One lyer ftill, who quite detelted talk; fairs.
Oft' Aung by spleen, at once away he broke
To groves of pine and broad o'er thadowing oak; The Morning Star,
There inly thrill’d, hc wander'd all alone, VOL, VIII
And on himself his pensive fury woke,
Ne ever more to quit our quiet glade, Ne ever utter'd word, save when first thone " Yet when at last thy coils, but ill apaid, The glittering star of eve" Thank Heaven! the Shall dead thy fire, and damp its heavenly (park, day is done.”
* Thou wile he glad to seek the rural shade,
• There to indulge the Muse, and Nature mark; LXI.
Wethen a lodge for thee willrcarin Hagley-Park."
But call'd by Fame, in foul ypricked deep,
And rous'd him like a giant from his fleep. Unkempt and rough, of fqualid face and mien, E'en from his flumbers we advantage reap: Our Caitle's shame! whence, froni his filthy nook, With double force th' enliven'd scene he wakes, We drove the villain out for fitter lair to look. Yer quits not Nature's bounds. He knows to keep
Each due decoram. Now the heart he shakes, LXII.
And now with well-urg'd sense th' enlighten' & One day there chaunc'd into thefe halls to rove judgment takes. A joyous youth, who took you at first sight; Him the wild wave of pleafure hither drove,
LXVIII. Before the sprightly tempeit tosling light; A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseeris, Certes, he was a most engaging wighe,
+ Who, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain, Of social glee, and wit humane, tho'keen, On virtue ftill, and Nature's pleasing chemes, Turning the night to day, and day to night : Pour'd forth his unprenieditated strain : For him the merry bells had rung, I ween, The world forsaking with a calm disdain, If in this gook of quiet bells had ever heen. Here laugh'd he careless in his easy feat:
Here quaf'd, eneireled with the joyous train, LXIII.
Oft' moralizing fage ; his ditty (weer But not e'en pleafure to excess is good:
He loathed much to write, ne cared to repeat.
Taught by this son of Joy, we found it so, Was one I chicfly mark'd among the fry:
If a tight damılel chaunc'd to trippen by;
Which when obferv'd, he flirunk into his mew,
And strait would recollect his plety anew.
Nor be forgot a tribe who minded nought Cheer'd by the breathing bloom and vital sky, (old inmates of the place) but state-affairs; Tunes up amid these airy halls his song,
They look'd, perdie, as if they deeply thought, Soothing at first the gay reposing throng: And on their brow fat every nation's cares. And ofthe fips their bowl; or, nearly drown'd, The world by them is parcell'd out in shares, He, tlxence recoverisg, drives their beds among,
When in the Hall of Smoke they congress hold, And scares their icider flecp, with trump profound, And the fage berry fun-burnt Mocha bears Then out again he flies, to wing his nazy round. Hias ciear'u their inward eye; theri, inoke-en
Their oracles break forth mysterious as of old. Another gueft there was, of sense iefin'd, Wha felt cach worth, for every worth he had:
LXXI. Serene, yet wa' m; humane, yet firm his mind; Here languid Beauty kept her pale-fac'd court: As little touch'd as any man's with bad :
Bevies of dainty dames, of high degree, Him thro' their inmof walks the Muíes lad, From every quarter hither made resort, To him the sacred love of Nature loni,
Where, from grofs mortal care and business free, And sometimes would he make our valley glad; They lay, pour'd out in ease and luxury: When as we found he would not here be pent, Or should they a vain thew of work assume, To him the better fort this friendly meflage fent: Alas! and well-a-day! what can it be?
To knot, to twist, to range the vernal bloom; LXVI.
But far is cast the diftaff, spinning-wheel, and loom. «Come, dwell with us, true son of Virtue! come;
* Mr. Quino * Put it, alas! we cannot thec persuade
+ The folloiving lines of this fianza were writ bien * To lis content beneath our peaceful done, a friend of the Authors
The Knight of Arts and Industry,
And bis achievements fair,
That by his Caflle's overthrow
Scour'd and crowned sere.
SCAP'D the Castle of the fire of Siti,
For all around, without, and all within,
Nothing save what delightful was and kind,
Of goodness favouring and a tender mind,
E'er rofe to view : but now another strain,
Of doleful note, alas! remains behind :
And of the falle enchanter Indolence complain.
Is there no patron to protect the Muse,
To every labour its reward accrues,
And they are sure of bread who fwink and moil;
But a fell tribe th' Aonian hive despoil,
As ruthless wasps oft' rob the painful bee :
Thus while the laws not guard that noblest coil,
Ne for the Mufes other meed decree,
They praised are alone, and starve right merrily.
i care pot, Fortune! what you me deny;
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Thro' which Aurora shews her brightening face;
You cannot bar my conftant feet to trace
And I their toys to the great children leave :
Come then, my Muse! and raise a bolder songs
Dragging the lazy languid line along,
Fond to begin, but still to finish loath,
Thy half-writ fcrolls all eaten by the moth
Or in a chosen few to rouse the flumbering flame
In Fairy-land chere liv'd a knight of old,
But wondrous poor : he neither Tow'd nor reap'd.
Ne stores in summer for cold winter heap'd;
In hunting all his days away he wore;
He fill in woods purlu'd the libbard and the boar.
With wood wild-fring'd, he mark'd a taper's ray,
Of heavenly Truth, and practise what she taught.
Sometimes he ply'd the strong mechanic tool,
Or rear'd the fabric from the finest draught;
With Nature, joyous at the mimic strife;
He hew'd the marble; or with varied fire,
He rous'd the trumpet and the martial fife ;
XIV. But that Minerva pity on hini took,
Accomplish'd thus, he from the woods iffud,
To wit, a barbarous world to civilize.
Earth was cill then a boundless forest wild,
Nought to be seen but savage wood and skies; In every science and in every art,
No cities nourish'd arts, no culture smild,
No government, no laws, no gentle manners mild
A rugged wight, the worst of brytes, was man
On his own wretched kind he, ruthless, prey'd; Was ever knight on ground mote be with hin The strongest still the weakest over-san; compar’d.
In every country mighty robbers fway'd,
And guile and ruffian force were all their trade.
Life was a scene of rapine, want, and woe,
Which this brave knight, in noble anger, made Sometimes, with early morn, he mounted gay
To swear he would the rascal rout o'erthrow, The hunter-steed, exulting v'er the dale,
For, by the powers Divịne, it should no more
be lo !
It woald exceed the purport of my song, Or wheeld the chariot in its mid carcer;
To say how this belt fun, from orient climes Or strenuous wrefled hard with many a tough Came beaming life and beauty all along, compcer.
Before him chasing Indolence and crimes.
Still as he pass'd, the nations he sublimes,
And calls forth Arts and Virtues with his ray:
Then Égypt, Greece, and Rome, their goldex Whate'er fhe in th' ethereal round contains,
times Whate'er the hides beneath her verdant floor,
Successive had; but now in ruias gray
They liç, to Navih sloth and tyranny a prey.
A sylvan life till then the natives led,
All careless rambling where it lik’d them moft: | The growth of labouring time, and flow increast; "Their wealth the wild deer bouncing thro' the Unless, as seldom chaunces, it should fall, glade;
That mighty patrons the coy Sisters call "They lodgid at large, and liv'd at Nature's coft ; Up to the sun-fhinc of uncumber'd ease, Save fpear and bow, withouten other aid, Where no rude care the mounting thought may Yet not the Roman steel their naked breast dif- thrall, may'd.
And where they nothing have to do but please :
Ah! gracious God! thou know't they ak no XVIII.
Our patrons now e'en grudge that little caini, This Queen of Ocean all assault disdains. Except to such as ficek the soothing rhyme; Nor lik'd he less che genius of the land,
And yet, forsooth, they wear Mæcenas' name, I To freedom: apt and persevering pains,
Poor fons of pufc-up Vanity, not Fame. Mild to obey, and generous to command, Unbroken spirits, cheer! still, ftill remains Temper'd by forming Heaven with kindeft,firmest Th'eternal Patron, Liberty! whose flame, hand.
While the protects, inspires the noblest ftrains.
The best, and sweetest far, are toil-created XIX.
gains. Here, by degrees, his master-work arose, Whatever Arts and Industry can frame;
XXIV. Whatever finish'd Agriculture koows,
When as the knight had fram'd, in Britain land, d'air Queen of Arcs! from Heaven itself who A matchless form of glorious government,
In which the sovereign laws alone command, When Eden flourish'd in unspotted fame: Laws stablish'd by the public free consent, And fill with her sweet Innocence we find, Whose majesty is to the sceptre lent; And tender Peace, and joys without a name,
When this great plan, with each dependent art, That, while they ravish, tranquillize the mind :
Was settled firm, and to his heart's content, Nature and Art at once, delight and use com- Then fought he from the toilsome scene to part, bin'd.
And let life's vacant eve breathe quiet thro' the
heart. XX. Then towns he quicken'd by mechanic arts,
For this he chose a farm in Deva's vale,
Where his long allics peep'd upon the main:
In this calm leat he drew the healthful gale;
Here mix'd the chief, the patriot, and the swain, Bring home of either Ind the gorgeous stores;
The happy monarch of his sylvan train ; Or, îhould despotic rage the world embroil,
Here, lided by the guardians of the fold, Bade tyrants tremble on remote thores,
He walk'd bis rounds, and cheer'd his bleft doWhile o'er the encircling deep Bricannia’s thun His days, the days of unstain'd Nature, rolld,
main : der roars.
peace and joy, like patriarchs of oic. XXI.
XXVI. The drooping Muses then he westward callid, Witness, ye lowing Herds! who gave him milk; From the fam'd City by Propontic sea,
Witness, ye Flocks! whose woolly vestments far What time the Turk th' enfeebled Grecian Exceeds soft India's cotton or her ülk; thrallid,
Witness, with autumn charg'd, the nodding car, Thence from cheir cloister'd walks he set them That homeward came beneath fweet evening's free,
Or of September moons the radiance mild:
Of crimes and ruffian idleness the child:
Nor from this deep retirement banisti'd was
New scenes arise, new landscapes Itrike the eye, • Carftantinople.
And all th’enliven'd wountry beautify :