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VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.

TO DR. YOUNG. Now let the atheist tremble; thou alone Can bid his conscious heart the Godhead own. Whom shalt thou not reform? O thou hast seen, How God descends to judge the souls of men. Thou heard'st the sentence how the guilty mourn, Driven out from God, and never must return.

Yet more, behold ten thousand thunders fall, And sudden vengeance wrap the flaming ball: When Nature sunk, when every boit was hurid, Thou saw'st the boundless ruins of the world.

When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain,
And sulphur fell on the devoted plain;
The patriarch thus, the fiery tempest past,
With pious horrour view'd the desert waste;
The restless smoke still wav'd its curls around,
For ever rising from the glowing ground.

But tell me, oh! what heavenly pleasure, tell,
To think so greatly, and describe so well!
How wast thou pleas'd the wondrous theme to try,
And find the thought of man could rise so high i
Beyond this world the labour to pursue,
And open all ETERNITY to view !

But thou art best delighted to rehearse
Heaven's holy dictates in exalted verse :
O thou hast power the harden'd heart to warm,
To grieve, to raise, to terrify, to charm;
To fix the soul on God; to teach the mind
To know the dignity of human-kind;
By stricter rules well-gorern'd life to scan,
And practise o'er the angel in the man.
Magd. Coll.

T. WARTON.
Oxon,

Where various scenes alternately excite
Amazement, pity, ierrohr, and delight.

Thus did the Muses sing in early tiines,
Ere skill'd to flatter l'ice and varnish crimes:
Their lyres were tun'd to virtuous songs alone,
And the chaste poet, and the priest, were one.
But now, forgetful of their infant state,
They sooth the wanton pleasures of the great;
And from the press, and the licentious stage,
With luscious poison taint the thoughtless age;
Deceitful charms attract our wondering eyes,
And specious Ruin unsuspected lies.
So the rich soil of India's blooming shores,
Adoru'd with lavish Nature's choicest stores,
Where serpentslurk, by flowers conceal'd from sight,
Hides fatal danger un ler gay delight.

These purer thoughts from gross alloys refind, With heavenly raptures elevate the mind: Not frain'd to raise a giddy short-liv'd joy, Whose false allurements, while they please, destroy; But bliss resembling that of saints above, Sprung from the vision of th' Almighty Love: Firm, solid bliss, for ever great and new, The more 't is known, the more adınir'd, like you; Like you, fair nymph, in whom united meet Endearing sweetness, unaffected wit, And all the glories of your sparkling race, While inward virtues heighten every grace. By these secur'd, you will with pleasure read

Of future judgment, and the rising dead; Of time's grand period, Heaven and Earth o'er.

thrown; And gasping Nature's last tremendous groan." These, when the stars and Sun shall be no more, Shall beauty to your ravag'd form restore: Then shall you shine with an immortal ray, Improv'd by death, and brighten'd by decay.

T. TRISTAM

TO THE AUTHOR,

ON HIS LAST DAY AND UNIVERSAL PASSION.

TO A LADY, WITH THE LAST DAY.

MADAM, HERE, sacred truths, in lofty numbers told, The prospect of a future state unfold: The realms of night to mortal view display, And the glad regions of eternal day. This daring author scorns, by vulgar ways Of guilty wit, to merit worthless praise. Full of her glorious theme, his towering Muse, With gen'rous zeal, a nobler fame pursues : Religion's cause her ravish'd heart inspires, And with a thousand bright ideas fires; Transports her quick, impatient, piercing eye, O'er the strait limits of mortality, To boundless orbs, and bids her fearless soar, Where only Milton gain'd renunn before ;

Axd must it be as thou hast sung,
Celestial bard, seraphic Young ?
Will there no trace, no point be found,
Of all this spacious glorious round?
Yon lamps of light, must they decay?
On Nature's self, Destruction prey?
Then Fame, the most immortal thing
E'en thou canst hope, is on the wing.

Shall Newton's system be admir'd,

Through life we chase, with fond pursuit, When Time and Motion are expir'd?

What mocks our hope, like Sodom's frut: Shall souls be curious to explore

And sure, thy plan was well design'd, Who rul'd an orb that is no more?

To cure this madness of the mind; Or shall they quote the pictur'd age,

First, beyond time our thoughts to raise ; From Pope's and thy corrective page,

Then lash our love of transient praise. When Vice and Virtue lose their name

In both we own thy doctrine just;
In deathless joy, or endless shame?

And Fane's a breath, and men are dust.
While wears away the grapd machine,
The works of Genius shall be seen:

1736. Beyond, what lavrels can there be,

3. BANCKS. For Homer, Horace, Pope, or thee?

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EDWARD YOUNG, L. L. D.

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IN THREE BOOKS

Exalt e'en me; all inward tumults quell;
THE LAST DAY.

The clouds and darkness of my mind dispel ;
To my great subject Thou my breast inspire,

And raise my labouring soul with equal fire.
Venit summa dies,--VIRG,

Man, bear thy brow aloft, view every grace
In God's great offspring, beauteous Nature's face:

See Spring's gay bloom; see golden Autumn's store;
BOOK 1,

See how Earth smiles, and hear old Ocean mar.
Leviathans but heave their cumbrous mail,

It makes a lide, and wind-bound navies sail.
Ipse pater, media nimborum in nocte, corusca

Here, forests rise, the mountain's awful pride; Bulmipa molitur dextra. Quo maxima motu Here, rivers measure climes, and worlds divide; Terra tremit: fugere feræ, et mortalia cordą There,valleys, fraught with gold's resplendent seeds, Per gentes humilis stravit pavor. VIRG.

Hold kings, and kingdoms' fartunes, in their beds:

There, to the skies, aspiring hills ascend, While others sing the fortune of the great; And into distant lands their shades extend. Empire and arms, and all the pomp of state ; View cities, armies, fleets; of fleets the pride, With Britain's hero' set their souls on fire, See Europe's law, in Albion's channel ride. And grow immortal as bis deeds inspire;

View the whole Earth's vast landscape unconfin'd, I draw a deeper scene: a scene that yields Or view in Britain all her glories join'd. A louder trumpet, and more dreadful fields;

Then let the firmament thy wonder raise; The world alarm’d, both Earth and Heaven a'er- 'T will raise thy wonder, but transcend thy praise. thrown,

How far from east to west? The labouring eye And gasping Nature's last tremendous groan; Can scarce the distant azure bounds descry: Death's antient sceptre broke, the teeming tomb, Wide theatre! where tempests play at large, The righteous Judge, and man's eternal doom, And God's right-hand can all its wrath discharge.

'Twixt joy and pain I view the bold design, Mark how those radiant lamps infame the pole, And ask my anxious heart, if it be mine,

Call forth the seasons, and the year control : Whatever great or dreadful has been done, They shine through time, with an unalter'd ray: Within the sight of conscious stars or Sun,

See this grand period rise, and that decay: Is far beneath my daring : I look down

So vast, this world's a grain ; yet myriads grace, On all the splendours of the British crown. With golden pomp, the throng'd ethereal space; This globe is for my verse a narrow bound; So lyright, with such a wealth of glory stord, Attend me, all ye glorious worlds around !

'T were sin in Heathens not to have a lor'd. 0! all ye angels, howsoe'er disjoin'd,

How great, how firm, how sacred all appears! Of every various order, place, and kind,

How worthy an immortal found of years! Hear, and assist, a feeble mortal's lays i

Yet all must drop, as Autumn's sickliest grain, Tis our Eternal King I strive to praise.

And Earth and firmament be sought in vain: But chiefly thou, great Ruler" Lord of all ! The tract forgot where constellations shone, Before whose throne arch-angels prostrate fall; Or where the Stuarts fill'd an awful throne: If at thy nod, from discord, and from night, Time shall be slain, all Nature be destroy'd, Sprang beauty and yon sparkling worlds of light, Nor leave an atom in the mighty void.

Sooner, or later, in some future date, ! The duke of Marlborough

(A dreadful secret in the book of rate!)

Bb

VOL. XILL

This hour, for aught all human wisdom knows, We view with joy, what once did horrour more,
Or when ten thousand harvests more have rose; And strong aversion softens into love.
"When scenes are chang'd on this revolving Earth, Say then, my Muse, whom dismal scenes delight,
Old empires fall, and give new empires birth; Frequent at tombs, and in the realms of night;
Wbile other Bourbons rule in other lands,

Say, melancholy maid, if bold to dare
And (if man's sin forbids not) other Annes; The last extremes of terrour and despair;
While the still busy world is treading o'er

Oh say, what change on Earth, what heart in man, The paths they trod five thousand years before, This blackest moment since the world began. Thoughtless as those who now life's mazes run, Ah mournful turn! the blissful Earth, who late Of Earth dissolv'd, or an extinguish'd Sun; At leisure on her axle roll'd in state; (Ye sublunary worlds, awake, awake!

While thousand golden planets knew no rest, Ye rąlers of the nation, hear and shake)

Still onward in their circling journey prest; Thick clouds of darkness shall arise on day; A grateful change of seasons some to bring, In sudden night all Earth's dominions lay; And sweet vicissitude of Fall and Spring: Impetuous winds the scatter'd forests rend; Some through vast oceans to conduct the keel, Eternal mountains, like their cedars, bend; And some those watery worlds to sink or swell: The valleys yawn, the troubled ocean roar, Around her some their splendours to display, And break the bondage of his wonted shore; And gild her globe with tributary day: A sanguine stain the silver Moon o'erspread; This world so great, of joy the bright abode, Darkness the circle of the Sun invade;

Heaven's darling child, and favourite of her God, From inmost Heaven incessant thunders roll, Now looks an exile from her Father's care, And the strong echo bound from pole to pole. Deliver'd o'er to darkness and despair.

When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd No Sun in radiant glory shines on high; In clouds, one balf to mortal eye reveal'd,

No light, but from the terrours of the sky: Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call Fall'n are her mountains, her fam'd rivers lost, Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;

And all into a second chaos tost : Th’extended circuit of creation shake,

One universal ruin spreads abroad; The living die with fear, the dead awake.

Nothing is safe beneath the throne of God. Oh powerful blast! to which no equal sound Such, Earth, thy fate: what then canst thou af. Did e'er the frighted ear of Nature wound,

ford Though rival clarions have been strain'd on high, To comfort and support thy guilty lord ? And kindled wars iminortal through the sky, Man, haughty lord of all beneath the Moon, Though God's whole enginery discharg'd, and all How must he bend his soul's ambition down? The rebel angels bellow'd in their fall.

Prostrate, the reptile own, and disavow Have angels sinn'd? and shall not man beware? His boasted stature, and assuming brow? How shall a son of Earth decline the snare? Claim kindred with the clay, and curse his form, Not folded arms, and slackness of the mind, That speaks distinction from his sister worm ? Can promise for the safety of mankind :

What dreadful pangs the treinbling heart invade! None are supinely good: through care and pain, Lord, why dost thou forsake whom thou hast made? And various arts, the steep ascent we gain. Who can sustain thy anger ? Who can stand This is the scene of combat, not of rest,

Beneath the terrours of thy lifted hand? Man's is laborious happiness at best;

fies the reach of thought : Oh save me, Power On this side death his dangers never cease,

Of powers supreme, in that tremendous hour! His joys are joys of conquest, not of peace.

Thou who beneath the frown of Fate hast stood, If then, obsequious to the will of Fate,

And in thy dreadful agony sweat blood; And bending to the terms of human state,

Thou, who for me, through every throbbing rein, When guilty joys invite us to their arms,

Hast felt the keenest edge of mortal pain; Whenbeautysmiles, or grandeurspreads hercharms, Whom Death led captive through the realms below, The conscious soul would this great scene display, And taught those horrid mysteries of woe; Call down th’immortal hosts in dread array, Defend me, O my God! Oh save me, Power The trumpet sound, the Christian banner spread, Of powers supreme, in that tremendous hour! And raise from silent graves the trembling dead; From east to west they fly, from pole to line, Such deep impression would the picture make, Imploring shelter from the wrath divine; No power on Earth her firm resolve could shake; Beg flames to wrap, or whelming seas to sweep, Engag'd with angels she would greatly stand, Or rocks to yawn, compassionately deep: And look regardless down on sea and land;

Seas cast the monster forth to meet his doom, Not proffer'd worlds her ardour could restrain, And rocks but prison up for wrath to come. And Death mightshake histhreatening lance in vain! So fares a traitor to an earthly crown; Her certain conguest would endear the figbt, While Death sits threatening in his prince's frown, And danger serve but to exalt delight,

His heart's dismay'd; and now his fears command, Instructed thus to shun the fatal spring,

To change his native for a distant land: Whence flows the terronrs of that day I sing; Swift orders fly, the king's severe decree More boldly we our labours may pursue,

Stands in the channel, and locks up the sea;
And all the dreadful image set to view.

The port he seeks, obedient to her lord,
The sparkling eye, the sleek and painted breast, Hurls back the rebel to his lifted sword.
The burnish'd scale, cur\'d train, and rising crest, But why this idle toil to paint that day?
All that is lovely in the noxious snake,

This time elaborately thrown away?
Provokes our fear, and bids us flee the brake: Words all in vain pant after the distress,
The sting once drawn, his guiltless beautjes rise The height of eloquence would make it less;
In pleasing lustre, and detain our eyes;

Heavens! how the good man trembles !

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And is there a Last Day? and must there come And calls the great leviathan: the great A sure, a fix'd, inexorable doom?

Leviatlian attends in all his state; Ainbition, swell, ud, thy proud sails to show, Exults for joy, and, with a mighty bound, Take all the winds that Vanity can blow:

Makes the sea shake, and heaven and earth resound; Wea'th, on a golden mountain blazing stand,

Blackens the waters with the rising sand, And reach an India forth in either band;

And drives vast billows to the distant land. Spread all the purple clusters, tempting rine, As yawns an earthquake, when imprison'd air And thou, more dreaded fue, bright leauty, shine; Struggles for rent, and lays the centre bare, Shine all; in all your charms together rise; The whale expands his jaws' enormous size; 'That all, in all your charms, I may despise, The prophet views the cavern with surprise ; While i mount upward on a strong desire,

Measures his monstrous teeth, afar descried, Borne, like Elijah, in a car of fire.

And rolls his wondering eyes from side to side: An hopes of glory to be quite involv'd!

Then takes possession of the spacious scat, To smile at Death! to long to be dissolv'd! And sails secure within the dark retreat. From our decays a pleasure to receive !

Now is he pleas'd the northern blast to hear, And kindle into transport at a grave!

And hangs on liquid mountains, void of fear; What equals this? And shall the victor now

Or falls immers'd into the depths below; Boast the proud laurels on his loaded brow?

Where the dead silent waters never flow; Religion! Oh thou cherub, heavenly bright! To the foundations of the hills convey'd, Oh joys unmix'd, and fathomless delight!

Dwells in the shelving mountain's dreadful shade: Thou, thou art all; nor find I in the whole

Wherc plummet never reach'd, he draws his breath, Creation aught, but God and my own soul.

And glides serenely through the paths of death. For ever then, my soul, thy God adore,

Two wondrous days and nights thro' coral groves, Nor let the brute creation praise him more. Through labyrinths of rocks and sands, he roves: Shall things inanimate my conduct blame,

When the third morning with its level rays And flush my consciouscheck with spreading shame? The monntains gilds, and on the billows plays, They all for him pursue, or quit, their end;

It sees the king of waters rise, and pour The mounting flames their burning power suspend; His sacred guest uninjurd on the shore: In solid heaps th’unfrozen billows stand,

A type of that great blessing, which the Muse To rest and silence aw'd by his command:

lo her next labour ardently pursues.
Nay, the dire monsters that infest the flood,
By nature dreadful, and athirst for bloori,
His will can calm, their savage tempers bind,

BOOK II.
And turn to mild protectors of mankind.
Did not the propliet this great truth maintain
In the deep chambers of the gloomy main;

-'Εκ γαίης ελπίζομεν ες φάος ελθείν
When darkness round him all her horrours spread,

Λείψαν άποικομένων· οπίσω δε Θεοί σιλίθονται. And the loud ocean bellow'd o'er his head ?

PHOCYL. When now the thunder roars, the lightning flies, -We hope, that the departed will rise again And all the warring winds tumultuous rise;

from the dust: after which, like the gods, they When now the foaining surges, tost on high,

will be immortal.
Disclose the sands beneath, and touch the sky;
When Death draws near, the mariners aghast Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Look back with terrour on their actions past; Where he has slept for ages, lifts bis head;
Their courage sickens into deep dismay,

Shakes ofi'the slumber of ten thousand years,
Their hearts, through fear and anguish, inelt away; ! And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Nor tears, nor prayers, the tempest can appease; Wbate'er the bold, the rash, adventure cost,
Now they derote their treasure to the seas;

In wide Eternity I dare be lost.
Unload their shatter'd bark, though richly fraughi, The Muse is wont in narrow bounds to sing,
And think the hopes of life are cheaply bought To teach the suain, or celelrate the king.
With gems and gold; but oh, the storm so ligh! I grasp the whole, no more to parts confin'd,
Nor gems por gold the hopes of life can buy. I lift my voice, and sing to human kind:

The trembling prophet then, themselves to save, I sing to men and angels; angels join,
They headlong plunge into the briny wave; While such the theme, their sacred songs with mine.
Down he descends, and, buoming o'er his head, Again the trumpet's intermitted sound
The billows close; he's number'd with the dead. Rolls the wide circuit of creation round,
(Hear, Oye just! attend, ye virtuous few !

An universal concourse to piepare And the bright paths of piety pursue)

Of all that ever breath'd the vital air: Lo! the great Ruler the world, from bigh, In some wide field, which active whirlwinds sweep, Looks smiling down with a propitious eye, Drive cities, forests, mountains, to the deep, Covers his servant with his gracious hand,

To smooth and lengthen out th' unbounded space, And bids tempestuous Nature silent stand;

And spread an area for all human race. Commands the peaceful waters to give place,

Now monuments prove faithful to their trust, Or kindly fold him in a soft embrace :

And render back their long-committed dust. He bridles-in the monsters of the deep:

Now charnels rattle; scatter'd limbs, and all The bridled monsters awful distance keep;

I he rarious bones, obsequious to the call, forget their hunger, while they view their prey ; Self-mov'd, advance; the neck perhaps to meet And guiltless gaze, and round the stranger play. The distant head; the distant legs the feet.

But still arise new wonders; Nature's Lord Dreadful to view, see through the dusky sky Sends forth into the deep his powerful word, Fragments of bodies in confusion Ay,

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