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“ In dolorous mansion long you must bemoan
“You feel a perfect change : then, who can say, “ What grace may yet shine forth in heaven's eternal
In which they bade each lenient aid be nigh,
It was a worthy edifying sight,
prop the head; some from the pallid face Wipe off the faint cold dews weak nature sheds; Some reach the healing draught: the whilst, to
chase The fear supreme, around their soften'd beds, Some holy man by prayer all opening heaven dispreads,
Attended by a glad acclaiming train,
Amaz'd, their looks with pale dismay were stain’d, And spreading wide their hands they meek repentance
But, ah! their scorned day of grace was past:
There nor trim field, nor lively culture smil'd ;
Through which they foundering toild with painful care, Whilst Phæbus smote them sore, and fir'd the cloudlessair.
Then, varying to a joyless land of bogs,
By cruel fiends still hurry'd to and fro,
Meantime foul scurf and blotches him defile ;
The other was a fell despightful fiend:
And taunts he casten forth most bitterly.
Ev'n so through Brentford town, a town of mud,
the ruthless driver goads them on,
Makes them renew their unmelodious moan; Ne ever find they rest from their unresting fone.
AN EXPLANATION OF THE OBSOLETE WORDS USED IN THE
CASTLE OF DOLENCE. The foregoing poem being writ in the manner of Spenser, the obsolete words, and a simplicity of diction in some of the lines, which borders on the ludicrous, were necessary, to make the imitation more perfect. And the style of that admirable poet, as well as the measure in which he wrote, are, as it were, appropriated by custom to allegorical poems writ in our language; just as in French the style of Marot, who lived under Francis I. has been used in tales and familiar epistles, by the politest writers of the age of Louis XIV. Archimage---the chief or greatest of Nathless---nevertheless. magicians or enchanters.
Noursling---a child that is nursed. Atween---between.
Prankt---coloured, adorned goily. Bale---sorrow, trouble, misfortune. Perdie (Fr.par Dieu)---an old oath. Benempt---named.
Prick'd through the forest---roda Blazon---painting, displaying. through the forest. Breme---cold, raw.
Sear---dry, burnt up. Carol---to sing songs of joy..
Sheen---bright, shining. Caucus--the north-east wind. Sicker---sure, surely. Certes---certainly.
Soot--- sweet, or sweetly. Dan---a word prefixed to names.
Sooth---true, or truth. Deftly---skilfully.
Stound---misfortune, pung, Depainted---painted.
Sweltry---sultry, consuming with Drowsy-head---drowsiness.
Swinko-to labour. Eftsoons---immediately, often after- Smackt---favoured. wards.
Vild---vile. Gear or Geer---furniture, equipage, Unkempt (Lat. incomptus) unadress.
dorned. Glaive---sword. (Fr.)
Ween---to think, be of opinion. Glee---joy, pleasure.
Weet---to know; to weet, to wit. Han---bave.
Whilom---ere-while, formerly. Hight---named, called; and some-Wight---man.
times it is used for is called. See Wis, for Wist---to know, think, unstanza vii.
Wonne---(a noun) dwelling. Imp---child, or offspring; from the Wroke---wreakt.
Saxon impan, to graft or plant. N. B. The letter r is frequently Kest---for cast.
placed in the beginning of a Lad---for led.
word by Spenser, to lengthen Lea---a piece of land or meadow. it a syllable, and en at the end Libbard---leopard.
of a word, for the same reason, Lig--to lie.
as withouten, casten, &c. Losel---a lo se idle fellow.
Yborn---born. Louting---bouing, bending, Yblent, or blenta-blended, mingled. Lithe---loose, lax.
Ycleped---called, named. Moe---more.
Yfere---togetber. Moil---to labour.
Yode (preter tense of yede) went. Muchel 0. Mochel, much, great.
TO MR. THOMSON,
ON HIS UNFINISHED PLAN OF A POEM, CALLED THB
CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, IN SPENSER'S STYLE.
BY DR. MORELL.
As when the silk worm, erst the tender care
He rests supine, imprison'd in the maze,
So thou, they say, from thy prolific brain,
Didst lie adown, entranced in the bower,
On new plum'd pinions flutters all around,
So may the god of science and of wit,
Like thine own hero dight, fliest o'er the plains, Chaunting his peerless praise in never-dying strains.
Hard is the fate of him who loves,
Yet dares not tell his trembling pain,
But to the lonely listening plain.
Oh! when her footsteps next are seen
In fresher mazes o'er the green,
To whom the tears of love are dear,
And sigh my sorrows in her ear.
Though fear my tongue must ever bind;
Is as her spotless soul refin’d.
With chaster tenderness his care,
Not holier her own sighs in prayer.
Should start at love's suspected name,
True love and friendship are the same.