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And burning sands that bank the shrubby vales, Peaceful, beneath primeval trees, that cast
Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats Their ample shade o'er Niger's stream,
A friendly juice to cool its rage contain. And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave;

Bear me, Pomono! to thy citron groves; Or mid the central depth of blackening woods,
To where the lemon and the piercing lime, High raised in solemn theatre around,
With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Leans the huge elephant: wisest of brutes!
Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclined O truly wise, with gentle might endow'd,
Beneath the spreading tamarind that shakes, Though powerful, not destructive! here he sees
Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. Revolving ages sweep the changeful earth,
Deep in the night the massy lọcust sheds, And empires rise and fall; regardless he
Quench my hot limbs; or lead me through the Of what the never-resting race of men

Project: thrice happy! could he 'scape their guile,
Embowering endless, of the Indian fig;

Who mine, from cruel avarice, his steps;
Or thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, Or with his towery grandeur swell their state,
Let me behold, by breezy' murmurs coold, The pride of kings! or else his strength pervert,
Broad o'er my head, the verdant cedar wave, And bid him rage amid the mortal fray,
And high palmetos lift their graceful shade. Astonish'd at the madness of mankind.
Or stretch'd amid these orchards of the sun, Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods,
Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl, Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar,
And from the palm to draw its freshening wine! Thick swarm the brighter birds. For Nature's hand,
More bounteous far than all the frantic juice That with a sportive vanity has deck'd
Which Bacchus pours. Nor, on its slender twigs The plumy nations, there her gayest hues
Low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd; Profusely pours.* But, if she bids them shine,
Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race Array'd in all the beauteous beams of day,
Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells Yet frugal still, she humbles them in song,
Unboastful worth, above fastidious pomp. Nor envy we the gaudy robes they lent
Witness; thou best Anana, thou the pride Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast
Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er

A boundless radiance waving on the sun,
The poets imaged in the golden age:

While Philomel is ours; while in our shades,
Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat, Through the soft silence of the listening night,
Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove! The sober-suited songstress thrills her lay.

From these the prospect varies. Plains immense But come, my muse, the desert-barrier burst,
Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads. A wild expanse of lifeless sand and sky:
And vast savannahs, where the wandering eye,' And, swifter than the toiling caravan,
Unfix'd, is in a verdant ocean lost.

Shoot o'er the vale of Sennar; ardent climb
Another Flora there, of bolder hues,

The Nubian mountains, and the secret bounds
And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride, Of jealous Abyssinia boldly pierce.
Plays o'er the fields, and showers with sudden hand Thou art no ruffian, who beneath the mask
Exuberant spring: for oft those valleys shift Of social commerce comest to rob their wealth;
Their green embroider'd robe to fiery brown, No holy fury thou, blaspheming Heaven,
And swift to green again, as scorching suns, With consecrated steel to stab their peace,
Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail. And through the land, yet red from civil wounds,

Along these lonely regions, where, retired To spread the purple tyranny of Rome.
From little scenes of art,

great Nature dwells Thou, like the harmless bee, mayest freely range, In awful solitude, and nought is seen

From mead to mead bright with exalted flowers,
But the wild herds that own no master's stall From jasmine grove to grove mayst wander gay,
Prodigious rivers roll their fattening seas: Through palmy shades and aromatic woods,
On whose luxuriant herbage, half conceal'd, That grace the plains, invest the peopled hills,
Like a fallen cedar, far diffused his train, And up the more than Alpine mountains wave.
Cased in green scales, the crocodile extends. There on the breezy summit, spreading fair,
The flood disparts: behold! in plaited mail For many a league; or on stupendous rocks,
Behemoth rears his head. Glanced from his side, That from the sun-redoubling valley lift,
The darted steel in idle shivers flies:

Cool to the middle air, their lawny tops;
He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills; Where palaces, and fanes, and villas rise;
Where, as he crops his varied fare, the herds, And gardens smile around, and cultured fields;
In widening circle round, forget their food,
And at the harmless stranger wondering gaze.

• In all the regions of the torrid zone the birds, though

more beautiful in their plumage, are observed to be less me. • The hippopotamus, or river-horse.

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And fountains gush; and careless herds and flocks Fall on Cor’mandel's coast, or Malabar;
Securely stray; a world within itself,

From Menam’s* orient stream, that nightly shines
Disdaining all assault: there let me draw

With insect-lamps, to where Aurora sheds
Ethereal soul, there drink reviving gales, On Indus' smiling banks the rosy shower:
Profusely breathing from the spicy groves, | All, at this bounteous season, ope their ums,
And' vales of fragrance; there at distance hear And pour untoiling harvest o'er the land.
The roaring floods, and cataracts, that sweep Nor less thy world, Columbus, drinks, refresh'd,
From disembowel'd earth the virgin gold; The lavish moisture of the melting year.
And o'er the varied landscape, restless, rove, Wide o'er his isles, the branching Oronoque
Fervent with life of every fairer kind:

Rolls a brown deluge; and the native drives
A land of wonders! which the sun still eyes To dwelt aloft on life-sufficing trees,
With ray direct, as of the lovely realm

At once his dome, his robe, his food, and arms.
Enamour'd, and delighting there to dwell.

Swell’d by a thousand streams, impetuous hurld How changed the scene! in blazing height of From all the roaring Andes, huge descends noon,

The mighty Orellana. Scarce the Muse The sun, oppress'd, is plunged in thickest gloom, Dares stretch her wing o'er this enormous mass Still horror reigns, a dreary twilight round, Of rushing water; scarce she dares attempt Of struggling night and day malignant mix'd. The sea-like Plata; to whose dread expanse, For to the hot equator crowding fast,

Continuous depth, and wondrous length of course,
Where, highly rarefied, the yielding air

Our floods are rills. With unabated force,
Admits their stream, incessant vapours roll, In silent dignity they sweep along,
Amazing clouds on clouds continual heap'd; And traverse realms unknown, and blooming
Or whirld tempestuous, by the gusty wind,

wilds, Or silent borne along, heavy and slow,

And fruitful deserts, worlds of solitude, With the big stores of steaming oceans charged. Where the sun smiles and seasons teem in vain, Meantime, amid these upper seas, condensed Unseen and unenjoy'd. Forsaking these, Around the cold aerial mountain's brow,

O'er peopled plains they fair-diffusive flow, And by conflicting winds together dash'd, And many a nation feed, and circle safe, The thunder holds his black tremendous throne; In their soft bosom, many a happy isle; From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage; The seat of blameless Pan, yet undisturb'd Till, in the furious elemental war

By Christian crimes, and Europe's cruel sons. Dissolved, the whole precipitated mass

Thus pouring on they proudly seek the deep, Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours. Whose vanquish'd tide recoiling from the shock, The treasures these, hid from the bounded Yields to the liquid weight of half the globe, search

And Ocean trembles for his green domain.
of ancient knowledge; whence, with annual But what avails this wondrous waste of wealth?

This gay profusion of luxurious bliss ?
Rich king of floods! o'erflows the swelling Nile. This pomp of Nature? what their balmy meads

, From his two Springs, in Gojam's sunny realm, Their powerful herbs, and Ceres void of pain ? Pure welling out, he through the lucid lake

By vagrant birds dispersed and wafting winds,
Of fair Dambca rolls his infant stream.

What their unplanted fruits ? what the cupl
There, by the naiads nursed, he sports away draughts,
His playful youth, amid the fragrant isles, The ambrosial food, rich gums, and spicy health,
That with unfading verdure smile around.

Their forests yield ? their toiling insects what ?
Ambitious, thence the manly river breaks; Their silky pride, and vegetable robes?
And gathering many a flood, and copious fed Ah! what avail their fatal treasures, hid
With all the mellow'd treasures of the sky, Deep in the bowels of the pitying earth,
Winds in progressive majesty along:

Golconda's gems, and sad Potosi's mines; Through splendid kingdoms now devolves his Where dwelt the gentlest children of the sun ? maze,

What all that Afric's golden rivers roll, Now wanders wild o'er solitary tracts

Her odorous woods, and shining ivory stores ? Of life-deserted sand; till, glad to quit

III-fated race! the softening arts of Peace, The joyless desert, down the Nubian rocks

Whate'er the humanizing Muses teach;
From thundering steep to steep, he pours his urn, The godlike wisdom of the temper'd breast'
And Egypt joys beneath the spreading wave.

His brother Niger too, and all the floods
In which the full-form'd maids of Afric lave * The river that runs through Siam: on whose banks a
Their jetty limbs; and all that from the tract

vast multitude of those insects, called fire-dies, make a beau

tisul appearance in the night. Of woody mountain stretch'd through gorgeous Ind

1 The river of the Amazons.

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Progressive truth, the patient force of thought; Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang escaped,
Investigation calm, whose silent powers

The wretch half wishes for his bonds again :
Command the world; the light that leads to Hea- While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds,

From Atlas eastward to the frighted Nile.
Kind equal rule, the government of laws,

Unhappy he! who from the first of joys,
And all-protecting Freedom, which alone Society, cut off, is left alone
Sustains the name and dignity of man:

Amid this world of death. Day after day.
These are not theirs. The parent sun himself Sad on the jutting eminence he sits,
Seems o'er this world of slaves to tyrannize; And views the main that ever toils below;
And, with oppressive ray, the roseate bloom Still fondly forming in the farthest verge,
Of beauty blasting, gives the gloomy hue,

Where the round ether mixes with the wave,
And feature gross: or worse, to ruthless deeds, Ships, dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds;
Mad jealousy, blind rage, and fell revenge, At evening, to the setting sun he turns
Their fervid spirit fires. Love dwells not there, A mournful eye, and down his dying heart
The soft regards, the tenderness of life, Sinks helpless; while the wonted roar is up,
The heart-shed tear, the ineflable delight And hiss continual through the tedious night.
Of sweet humanity: these court the beam Yet here, e'en here, into these black abodes
Of milder climes; in selfish fierce desire, Of monsters, unappall’d, from stooping Rome
And the wild fury of voluptuous sense,

And guilty Cæsar, Liberty retired,
There lost. The very brute-creation there Her Cato following through Numidian wilds:
This rage partakes, and burns with horrid fire. Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains,

Lo! the green serpent, from his dark abode, And all the green delights Ausonia pours;
Which even Imagination fears to tread, When for them she must bend the servile knee,
At noon forth-issuing, gathers up his train And fawning take the splendid robber's boon.
In orbs immense, then, darting out anew,

Nor stop the terrors of these regions here.
Seeks the refreshing fount; by which dislused, Commission'd demons oft, angels of wrath,
He throws his folds: and while, with threatening Let loose the raging elements. Breathed hot

From all the boundless furnace of the sky,
And deathful jaws erect, the monster curls And the wide glittering waste of burning sand,
His flaming crest, all other thirst appall’d, A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites
Or shivering flies or check'd at distance stands, With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil,
Nor dares approach. But still more direful he, Son of the desert! e'en the camel feels,
The small close-lurking minister of fate, Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blast.
Whose high-concocted venom through the veins Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad,
A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Straight the sands,
The vital current. Form’d to humble man, Commoved around, in gathering eddies play:
This child of vengeful Nature! there, sublimed Nearer and nearer still they darkening come;
To fearless lust of blood, the savage race Till, with the general all-involving storm
Roam, licensed by the shading hour of guilt, Swept up, the whole continuous wild arise;
And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut And by their noonday fount dejected thrown
His sacred eye. The tiger darting fierce Or sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep,
Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd: Beneath descending hills, the caravan
The lively shining leopard, speckled o'er Is buried deep. In Cairo's crowded streets
With many a spot, the beauty of the waste; The impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain,
And, scorning all the taming arts of man, And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
The keen hyena, fellest of the fell.

But chief at sea, whose every texile wave
These, rushing from the inhospitable woods Obeys the blast, the aerial tumult swells.
Of Mauritania, or the tufted isles,

In the dread ocean, undulating wide,
That verdant rise amid the Libyan wild, Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe,
Innumerous glare around their shaggy king The circling Typhon,* whirld from point to point,
Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand; Exhausting all the rage of all the sky,
And, with imperious and repeated roars, And dire Ecnepbia* reign. Amid the heavens,
Demand their fated food. The fearful flocks Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speck +
Crowd near the guardian swain; the nobler herds, Compress'd, the mighty tempest brooding dwells :
Where round their lordly bull, in rural ease
They ruminating lie, with horror hear

* Typhon and Ecnephia, names of particular storms or hur.
The coming rage. The awaken’d village starts ; ricanes, known only between the tropics.
And to her fluttering breast the mother strains + Called by sailors the Ox-eye, being in appearance at first
Her thoughtless infant. From the pyrate's den, I no bigger.

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Of no regard, save to the skilful eye,

The miserable scene, you pitying, saw
Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs To infant-weakness sunk the warrior's arm;
Aloft, or on the promontory's brow

Saw the deep-racking pang, the ghastly form,
Musters its force. A faint deceitful calm, The lip pale quivering, and the beamless eye
A fluttering gale, the demon sends before, No more with ardour bright: you heard the groun
To tempt the spreading sail. Then down at once, Of agonizing ships, from shore to shore;
Precipitant, descends a mingled mass

Heard, nightly plunged amid the sullen waves,
Of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods. The frequent corse; while on each other fir'd,
In wild amazement fix'd the sailor stands. In sad presage, the blank assistants seem'd,
Art is too slow: by rapid fate oppress'd,

Silent, to ask, whom Fate would next demand.
His broad-winged vessel drinks the whelming tide, What need I mention those inclement skies,
Hid in the bosom of the black abyss.

Where, frequent o'er the sickening city, Plague,
With such mad seas the daring Gama* fought, The fiercest child of Nemesis divine,
For many a day, and many a dreadful night, Descends? From Ethiopia's poison'd woods,
Incessant, labouring round the stormy Cape; From stifled Cairo's filth, and fetid fields
By bold ambition led, and bolder thirst

With locust-armies putrefying leap'd,
Of gold. For then from ancient gloom emerged This great destroyer sprung. Her awful rage
The rising world of trade: the Genius, then, The brutes escape: Man is her destined prey,
Of navigation, that, in hopeless sloth,

Intemperate Man! and, o'er his guilty domes,
Had sluinber'd on the vast Atlantic deep, She draws a close incumbent cloud of death;
For idle ages, starting, heard at last

Uninterrupted by the living winds,
The Lusitanian Prince;t who, Heaven-inspired, Forbid to blow a wholesome breeze; and stain'd
To love of useful glory roused mankind, With many a mixture by the sun, suffused,
And in unbounded commerce mix'd the world. Of angry aspect. Princely wisdom, then,

Increasing still the terrors of these storms, Dejects his watchful eye; and from the hand
His jaws horrific,arm'd with threefold fate, Of feeble justice, ineffectual, drop
Here dwells the direful shark. Lured by the scent The sword and balance: mute the voice of joy,
Of steaming crowds, of rank disease, and death, And hush'd the clamour of the busy world.
Behold! he rushing cuts the briny tlood, Empty the streets, with uncouth verdure clad;
Swift as the gale can bear the ship along; Into the worst of deserts sudden turn'd
And, from the partners of that cruel trade, The cheerful haunt of men: unless escaped
Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her sons, From the doom'd house, where matchless borrot
Demands his share of prey; demands themselves. reigns,
The stormy fates descend: one death involves Shut up by barbarous fear, the smitten wretch,
Tyrants and slaves; when straight, their mangled With frenzy wild, breaks loose; and, loud to

Crashing at once, he dyes the purple seas Screaming, the dreadful policy arraigns,
With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal. Inhuman, and unwise. The sullen door,

When o'er this world, by equinoctial rains Yet uninfected, on its cautious hinge
Flooded immense, looks out the joyless sun, Fcaring to turn, abhors society:
And draws the copious stream: from swampy fens, Dependants, friends, relations, Love hinself,
Where putrefaction into life ferments,

Savaged by woe, forget the tender tic,
And breathes destructive myriads; or from woods, The sweet engagement of the feeling heart,
Impenetrable shades, recesses foul,

But vain their selfish care: the circling sky,
In vapours rank and blue corruption wrapt, The wide enlivening ajr is full of fate;
Whose gloomy horrors yet no desperate foot And, struck by turns, in solitary pangs
Has ever dared to pierce; then, wasteful, forth They fall, unblest, untended, and unmourn'd.
Walks the dire Power of pestilent disease. Thus o'er the prostrate city black Despair
A thousand hideous fiends her course attend, Extends her raven wing: while, to complete
Sick Nature blasting, and to heartless woe, The scene of desolation, stretch'd around,
And feeble desolation, casting down

The grim guards stand, denying all retreat,
The towering hopes and all the pride of Man. And give the tiying wretch a better death.
Such as, of late, at Carthagena quenchid

Much yet remains unsung: the rage intense
The British fire. You, gallant Vernon, saw Of brazen-vaulted skies, of iron fields,
Vasco de Gama, the first who sailed round Africa, by the Fired by the torch of noon to tenfold rage:

Where drought and famine starve the blasted year:
Cape of Good Hope, to the East Indies.

1 Don Henry, third son to John the First, King of Portugal. The infuriate hill that shoots the pillar'd flame; His strong genius to the discovery of new countries was the And, roused within the subterranean world, chief source of all the modern improvements in navigation. The expanding earthquake, that resistless shakes

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Aspiring cities from their solid base,

Resign their aged pride. The gloomy woods
And buries mountains in the flaming gulf. Start at the flash, and from their deep recess,
But 'tis enough; return, my vagrant Muse: Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake.
A nearer scene of horror calls thee home. Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud

Behold, slow-settling o'er the lurid grove The repercussive roar: with mighty crush,
Unusual darkness broods, and growing gains Into the flashing deep, from the rude rocks
The full possession of the sky, surcharged Of Penmanmaur heap'd hideous to the sky,
With wrathful vapour, from the secret beds, Tumble the smitten cliffs; and Snowden's peak,
Where sleep the mineral generations, drawn. Dissolving, instant yields his wintry load.
Thence nitre, sulphur, and the fiery spume Far seen, the heights of heathy Cheviot blaze,
Of fat bitumen, steaming on the day,

The Thulè bellows through her utmost isles.
With various-tinctured trains of latent flame, Guilt hears appall’d, with deeply troubled
Pollute the sky, and in yon baleful cloud,

A reddening gloom, a magazine of fate, And yet not always on the guilty head
Ferment; till, by the touch ethereal roused, Descends the fated flash. Young Celadon
The dash of clouds, or irritating war

And his Amelia were a matchless pair;
Of fighting winds, while all is calm below, With equal virtue form’d, and equal grace,
They furious spring. A boding silence reigns, The same, distinguish'd by their sex alone:
Dread through the dun expanse; save the dull sound Hers the mild lustre of the blooming morn,
That from the mountain, previous to the storm,

And his the radiance of the risen day.
Rolls o'er the muttering earth, disturbs the flood, They lov’d: but such the guileless passion was,
And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath. As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Prone, to the lowest vale, the aerial tribes Of innocence and undissembling truth.
Descend: the tempest-loving raven scarce 'Twas friendship, heightend by the mutual wish;
Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze The enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
The cattle stand, and on the scowling heavens

Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
Cast a deploring eye, by man forsook,

To love, each was to each a dearer self;
Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast, Supremely happy in the awaken'd power
Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave. Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
'Tis listening fear, and dumb amazement all: Still in harmonious intercourse they lived
When to the startled eye the sudden glance The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud; Or sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
And following slower, in explosion vast,

So pass'd their life, a clear united stream,
The Thunder raises his tremendous voice. By care unruffled; till, in an evil hour,
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The tempest caught them on the tender walk,
The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, Heedless how far and where its mazes stray'd,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,

While with each other blest, creative love
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more

Still bade eternal Eden smile around.
The noise astounds: till over head a sheet Presaging instant fate, her bosom heaved
Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts, Unwonted sighs, and stealing oft a look
And opens wider; shuts and opens still Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye
Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.

Fell tearful, wetting her disorder'd cheek.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar,

In vain assuring love, and confidence Enlarging, deepening, mingling; peal on peal In Heaven, repress'd her fear; it grew, and shook Crush'd horrible, convulsing heaven and earth. Her frame near dissolution. He perceived

Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail, The unequal conflict, and as angels look Or prone-descending rain. Wide-rent, the clouds On dying saints, his eyes compassion shed, Pour a whole flood; and yet, its flame unquench’d, With love illumined high. “Fear not,” he said, The unconquerable lightning struggles through, “Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls, And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves And fires the mountains with redoubled rage. In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee Black from the stroke, above, the smouldring pine With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft Stands a sad shatter'd trunk; and, stretch'd below, That wastes at midnight, or the undreaded hour A lifeless group the blasted cattle lie:

Of noon, flies harmless: and that very voice, Here the soft flocks, with that same harmless look Which thunders terror through the guilty heart, They wore alive, and ruminating still

With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine. In fancy's eye; and there the frowning bull, 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus And ox half-raised. Struck on the castled cliff, To clasp perfection!" From his void embrace, The venerable tower and spiry fane

(Mysterious Heaven!) that moment, to the ground,

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