But still, while virtue kindled his delight, 600 To joys less innocent, as less refin'd; Then Genius danc'd a bacchanal; he crown'd The brimming goblet, seiz'd the thyrsus, bound Of wild imagination, and there reel'd, 605 The victim of his own lascivious fires, And, dizzy with delight, profan'd the sacred wires. This bedlam part, and others nearer home. When Cromwell fought for pow'r, and while he reign'd The proud protector of the power he gain'd, 611 Religion harsh, intolerant, austere, Parent of manners like herself severe, Drew a rough copy of the Christian face, Without the smile, the sweetness, or the grace; 615 The dark and sullen humour of the time Judg'd ev'ry effort of the muse a crime; Verse, in the finest mould of fancy cast, Was lumber in an age so void of taste : But when the second Charles assum'd the sway, 620 And arts reviv'd beneath a softer day, Then like a bow long forc'd into a curve, The mind, releas'd from too constrain'd a nerve, Flew to its first position with a spring, That made the vaulted roofs of Pleasure ring. 625 His court, the dissolute and hateful school Of Wantonness, where vice was taught by rule, The abuses of her sacred charge, the procs, The muse instructed a well-nurtur'd train Of abler votaries to cleanse the stain, 635 And claim the palm for purity of song, In him 640 In front of these came Addison. 645 In verse well disciplin'd, complete, compact, That quite eclipsing Pleasure's painted face, Levied a tax of wonder and applause, 650 E'en on the fools that trampled on their laws. But he, (his musical finesse was such, So nice his ear, so delicate his touch,) 655 A. Are we then left-B. Not wholly in the dark; Wit now and then, struck smartly, shows a spark, From total night and absolute disgrace. 665 While servile trick and imitative knack Confine the million in the beaten track. Perhaps some courser, who disdains the road, 670 Short his career, indeed, but ably run; And like a scatter'd seed at random sown, If brighter beams than all he threw not forth, 675 680 685 690 The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads. With musick, modulating all their notes; 695 And charms the woodland scenes, and wilds unknown, With artless airs and concerts of her own; But seldom, (as if fearful of expense,) 700 Brings colours dipp'd in Heav'n, that never die ; Skill'd in the characters that form mankind; 705 And as the sun in rising beauty dress'd, Looks to the westward from the dappled east, Ere yet his race begins, its glorious close; 10 Like his to shed illuminating rays A skilful guide into poetick ground! 715 The flow'rs would spring where'er she deign'd to stray And ev'ry muse attend her in her way. Virtue indeed, meets many a rhyming friend, And many a compliment politely penn'd; Religion weaves for her, and half undress'd, The shelves are full, all other themes are sped; 720 725 730 In tales, in trifles, and in children's play; And 'tis the sad complaint, and almost true, Whate'er we write, we bring forth nothing new. Touch'd with a coal from Heav'n, assume the lyre, 735 For, after all, if merely to beguile, By flowing numbers, and a flow'ry style, The tedium that the lazy rich endure, Which now and then sweet poetry may cure Or, if to see the name of idle self, 740 Stamp'd on the well-bound quarto, grace the shelf, 745 To float a bubble on the breath of Fame, Prompt his endeavour and engage his aim, Debas'd to servile purposes of pride, How ar the pow'rs of genius misapplied! The gift whose office is the Giver's praise, To trace him in his word, his works, his ways! Then spread the rich discov'ry, and invite 750 75 Proof of a trifling and a worthless mind. 759 A. Hail, Sternhold, then; and, Hopkins, hail !—B. If flatt'ry, folly, lust, employ the pen ; [Amen. If acrimony, slander, and abuse, Give it a charge to blacken and traduce; Though Butler's wit, Pope's numbers, Prior's case, 765 4. "Twould thin the ranks of the poetick tribe, To dash the pen through all that you proscribe, B. No matter-we could shift when they were not; And should, no doubt, if they were all forgot. 771 |