XII Then, Sir, accept this worthless verse, Nature the hidden spark did at my birth infuse, 'Tis now grown an incurable disease: In vain all wholesome herbs I sow, Where nought but weeds will grow Whate'er I plant (like corn on barren earth) By an equivocal birth, Seeds, and runs up to poetry. T° ODE TO KING WILLIAM ON HIS SUCCESSES IN IRELAND O purchase kingdoms and to buy renown, Are arts peculiar to dissembling France; You, mighty monarch, nobler actions crown, And solid virtue does your name advance. Your matchless courage with your prudence joins, Had you by dull succession gain'd your crown, But now your worth its just reward shall, have: At once deserve a crown, and gain it too. You saw how near we were to ruin brought, You saw th' impetuous torrent rolling on; And timely on the coming danger thought, Which we could neither obviate nor shun. Britannia stripp'd of her sole guard, the laws, You straight stepp'd in, and from the monster's jaws Nor this is all; as glorious is the care To preserve conquests, as at first to gain: Your arm has now your rightful title show'd, Amazed, thy action at the Boyne we see! When Schomberg started at the vast design: The boundless glory all redounds to thee, The impulse, the fight, th' event, were wholly thine. The brave attempt does all our foes disarm; You need but now give orders and command, Your name shall the remaining work perform, And spare the labour of your conquering hand. France does in vain her feeble arts apply, Boldly we hence the brave commencement date ODE TO THE ATHENIAN SOCIETY' I Moor Park, Feb. 14, 1691. S when the deluge first began to fall, AS That mighty ebb never to flow again, When this huge body's moisture was so great, That mountain which was highest, first of all To bless the primitive sailor's weary sight; And nigh to Heaven as is its name; When learning's little household did embark, Philosophy's exalted head' appears; And the Dove-Muse will now no longer stay, To show the flood begins to cease, And brings the dear reward of victory and peace. II The eager Muse took wing upon the waves' decline, And pluck'd a laurel branch, (for laurel was the first that grew, "I have been told, that Dryden having perused these verses, said, 'Cousin Swift, you will never be a poet;' and that this denunciation was the motive of Swift's perpetual malevolence to Dryden."Johnson in his "Life of Swift. -W. E. B. In Malone's "Life of Dryden," p. 241, it is stated that John Dunton, the original projector of the Athenian Society, in his "Life and Errours," 1705, mentions this Ode," which being an ingenious poem, was prefixed to the fifth Supplement of the Athenian Mercury."-W. E. B. The first of plants after the thunder, storm and rain,) Flew dutifully back again, And made an humble chaplet for the king.1 And the Dove-Muse is fled once more, (Glad of the victory, yet frighten'd at the war,) And now discovers from afar A peaceful and a flourishing shore: No sooner did she land On the delightful strand, Than straight she sees the country all around, Scatter'd with flowery vales, with fruitful gardens crown'd, As if the universal Nile Had rather water'd it than drown'd: And the transported Muse imagined it When, with amazing joy, she hears Charming her greedy ears With many a heavenly song Of nature and of art, of deep philosophy and love; In vain pursues the music with her longing eye, III Pardon, ye great unknown, and far-exalted men, 1 The Ode I writ to the king in Ireland.-Swift. 2 The floating island, which, by order of Neptune, became fixed for the use of Latona, who there brought forth Apollo and Diana. See Ovid, "Metam.," vi, 191, etc.-W. E. B. Forgive a young and (almost) virgin Muse, (Yet curiosity, they say, Is in her sex a crime needs no excuse) Has forced to grope her uncouth way, And all we fools, who are the greater part of it, Yet wheresoe'er you look, you'll always find And our good brethren of the surly sect, Must e'en all herd us with their kindred fools: For though possess'd of present vogue, they've made Yet the same want of brains produces each effect. IV But censure's to be understood Th' authentic mark of the elect, The public stamp Heaven sets on all that's great and good, The war, methinks, has made We fondly stay at home, in fear |