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Obsequious to the Muse and me;
Oh ! sweet insensibility ! Sister of peace and indolence,
Bring, Muse, bring numbers soft and slow, Elaborately void of sense,
and sweetly thoughtless let them flow, Near some cowslip-painted mead,
There let me doze out the dull hours,
A sofa of her softest flow'rs.
Forth from behind the neighbouring pine,
Still flow in unison with thine.
Oft thro' my eyes my soul has flown,
CONFINED IN A COLLEGE COURT,
For thee, O Idleness, the woes
ON AN EAGLE
Imperial, bird, who wont to soar Or who th' hoarse thund'ring of the sea,
High o'er the rolling cloud, But to be idle at the last,
Where Hyperborean mountains hoar
Their heads in ether shroud ;-
Who, free and swift as thought, could'st rova
To the bleak north's extremest goal ;
Thou, who magnanimous could'st bear
Oh cruel fate! what barbarous hand,
What more than Gothic ire,
At some fierce tyrant's dread command, In fair Ethelinda's breast !
To check thy daring fire, VOL. XVI.
Has plac'd thee in this servile cell,
See hear the storms tempestuous sweep Where discipline and dulness dwell,
Precipitate it falls—it falls-falls lifeless in the Where genius ne'er was seen to roam;
deep. Where ev'ry selfish soul's at rest,
Cease, cease, ye weeping youth, Nor ever quits the carnal breast,
Sincerity's soft sighs, and all the tears of truth. But lurks and sneaks at home!
And you, his kindred throng, forbear
Marble memorials to prepare,
'Twas thus when Israel's legislator dy'd, The grief-inspired Muse shall sing
No fragile mortal honours were supply'd, In tend'rest lays thy fate.
But even a grave denied. What time by thee scholastic pride
Better than what the pencil's daub can give, Takes his precise, pedantic stride,
Better than all that Phidias ever wrought, Nor on thy mis'ry casts a care,
Is this—that what he taught shall live, The stream of love ne'er from his heart
And what he lir'd for ever shall be taught, Flows out, to act fair pity's part;
But stinks, and stagnates there.
Hail cherub of the highest Heav'n,
Of look divine, and temper ev'n, Who study downward on the ground;
Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien,
Of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry praise the queen !
Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth,
That friendship reigns, no interest can divide,
And great humility looks down on pride.
Oh! curse on slander's viprous tongue,
That daily dares thy merit wrong;
Ideots usurp thy title, and thy frame, 1,, like th’ Orphean lyre, my song could charm' Without or virtue, talent, taste, or name.
And light to life the ashes in the urn, Fate of his iron dart I would disarm,
Is apathy, is heart of steel, Sudden as thy disease should'st thou return, Nor ear to hear, nor sense to feel, Recall’d with mandates of despotic sounds,
Life idly inoffensive such a grace, And arbitrary grief that will not hear of bounds. That it shou'd steal thy name and take thy But, ah ! such wishes, artless Muse, forbear;
place ? 'Tis impotence of frantic love, Th' enthusiastic flight of wild despair,
No-thou art active spirit allTo hope the Thracian's magic power to prove. Swifter than lightning, at the call Alas! thy slender vein,
Ofinjur'd innocence, or griev'd desert,
Impatient of a rein,
Thy appetites in easy tides
(As reason's luminary guides) But t'non alas ! canst weep
Soft flow-no wind can work them to a storm, Thou canst -and o'er the melancholy bier
Correctly quick, dispassionately warm.
Yet if a transport thou canst feel
"Tis only for thy neighbours weal : [move, some hold.
Great, generous acts thy ductile passions Now let me say thon'rt free,
And smilingly thou weep'st with joy and
Miid is thy mind to cover shame,
Averse to envy, slow to blame,
free High, on a slender thread thy vital lamp was From Hattery's fawning tongue, and bending plac'd
Thy love descends from man to beast,
Nought is excluded, little, or infirm,
Thou canst with greatness stoop to save a
TO THE REVEREND AND LEARNED
Come, goddess, come with all thy charms, Next comes illiberal scrambling Ararice,
Then Vanity, and Affectation nice-
As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
And squeamishly she knits her scornful brow.
To thee, Ill-Nature, all the numerous group
With lowly reverence stoop
They wait thy call, and mourn ihy long delay,
Away-thou art infectious--haste away.
Nurs'd up by vice, by pravity misled,
Away, thou bideous hell-born spright, Go, with thy looks of dark design,
Dr. IVEBSTER, Sullen, sour, and saturnine ;
Occasioned by his Dialogues on Anger and ForFly to some gloomy shade, nor blot the goodly
giveness. light. Thy planet was remote, when I was born ;
ODE VII. 'Twas Mercury that rul'd my natal morn,
What time the Sun exerts his genial ray, 'Twas when the qmniscient creative pow'r And ripens for enjoyment every growing day; Display'd his wonders by a mortal's hand, When to exist is but to love and sing,
And, delegated at th' appointed hour, And sprightly Aries smiles upon the spring. Great Moses led away his chosen band;
When Israel's host, with all their stores, There in yon lonesome heath,
Past thro' the ruby-tinctur'd crystal shores, Which Flora, or Sylvanus never knew,
The wilderness of waters and of land : Where never vegetable drank the dew,
Then persecution rag'd in Heav'n's own cause, Or beast, or fowl attempts to breathe;
Strict justice for the breach of Nature's laws, Where Nature's pencil bas no colours laid ; The legislator held the scythe of fate, But all is blank, and universal shade;
Where'er his legions chanc'd to stray, Contrast to figure, motion, life and light,
Death and destruction mark'd their bloody There may'st thou vent thy spite,
way ; For ever cursing, and for ever curs’d,
Immoderate was their rage, for mortal was their Of all th' infernal crew the worst;
hate. The worst in genius, measure and degree ; For envy, hatred, malice, are but parts of thee. But when the King of Righteousness arose,
And on the illumin'd east serenely smil'd, Or sould'st thou change the scene, and quit the He shune with meekest mercy on his foes, Behold the Heav'n-deserted fen,
[den, Bright as the Sun, but as the Moon-beams Where spleen, by vapours dense begot and bred, Hardness of heart, and heaviness of head,
From anger, fell revenge, and discord free, Hare rais'd their darksome walls, and plac'd their
He bad war's hellish clangour cease, thorny bed;
In pastoral simplicity and peace, There may'st thou all thy bitterness unload, And show'd to man that face, which Moses could There may'st thou croak in cor.cert with the toad,
With thee the hollow howling winds shall join, Well hast thou, Webster, pictur'd Christian love, Nor shall the bittern her base throat deny, The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with
And copied our great master's fair design, thine,
But livid Envy would the light remove, Th'ear-piercing her, the plover screaming high,
Or croud thy portrait in a nook malignMillions of humming gnats fit æstrum shall The Muse shall hold it up to popular view
Where the more candid and judicious few supply,
Shall thiuk the bright original they see, Away-away--behold an bideous band
The likeness nobly lost in the identity. An berd of all thy minions are at hand, Suspicion fist with jealous caution stalks, Oh hadst thou liv'd in better days than these, And ever looks around her as she walks,
F'er to excel by all was deem'd a shame! With bibulous ear imperfect sounds to catch, Alas! thou hast no modern arts to please, And prompt to listen at her neighbours latch. And to deserve is all thy empty claim. Next scandal's meagre shade,
Else thou’dst been plac'd, by learning, and by Foe to the ro gins, and the poet's fame,
wit, A wither'd time-deflower'd old maid,
There, where thy dignify'd inferiors sit That pe’er enjoy'd love's ever sacred flame. Oh they are in thcir generations wise,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look, Each path of interest they have sagely trod, And elevates ber hands and plods upon her To live-to thrive-o rise and still to risa book.
Better to bow to men, than kncel to God.
Behold where poor unmansion’d Merit stands,
From the Zephyrs steal her sighs, All cold, and crampt with penury and pain ;
From thyself her sun-bright eyes; Speechless thro' want, she rears th' imploring
Then baffled, thou shalt see, hands,
That as did Daphne thee, And beys a little bread, but begs in rain ;
Fler charms description's force shall fly, While Bribery and Dullness, passing by, And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib’d Bid her, in sounds barbarian, starve and die.
To come within lorention's parruw eye; “Away" (they cry) "we never saw thy But all indignant sbun its grasp, and scorn to be
describ'd. Or in Preferment's list, or that of Away-nor here the fate thou earn'st be
Now see the bridegroom rise, wail,
Oh! how impatient are his joys! Who canst not buy a vote, nor hast a soul for
Bring zephyrs to depaint his voice, sale."
Bring lightning for his eyes.
He leaps, he springs, he flics into her arms, Oh Indignation, wherefore wert thou given,
With joy intense, If drowsy Patience deaden all thy rage ?
Feeds ev'ry sense,
And sultanates o'er all her charms.
Or sung like Pope, without a word in vain,
Then should I hope my numbers might conSo our free souls, fed with divine repast,
tain, (Unmindful of low mortals mean employ)
Engaging nymph, thy boundless bappiness,
How arduous to express !
Such may it last to all eternity :
And may thy lord with thee,
Like two coeral pines in Ida's grove,
That interweave their verdant arms in lore,
Each mutual office cheerfully perform,
And share alike the sunshine, and the storm ;
Both shade the shepherd and adorn the land,
Together with each growing year arise,
Iodissolubly link'd, and climb at last the skies, Than fiction can devise, or eloquence declare,
Your vocal tributes bring.
Natura nusquam magis, quam in minimis tota
Ολιγον τε φιλαν τε. ΗοΜ.
Yes, contumelious fair, you scorn
The amorous dwarf that courts you to his arms,
But ere you leave him quite forlorn,
And to some youth gigantic yield your
Hear bim-oh hear him, if you will not try, And blame the tardy hours.
And let your judgment check th' ambition of But see the bride-she comes with silent pace,
Say, is it carnage makes the man?
Is to be monstrous really to be great ?
Say, is it wise or just to scan
Your lover's worth by quantity or weight? Fhoebus,great god of verse,the nymph observe, Ask your mamma and nurse, if it be so; Observe her well;
Nurse and mamma I ween shall jointly answer, Then touch each sweetly-trem'lous nerve
The less the body to the view,
The soul (like springs in closer durance pent)
Is all exertion, ever new,
Unccasing, unextinguish'd, and unspept;