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Whence the sand flies, they mutter bloody deeds, Chief, lovely Spring, in thee, and thy soft scenes, brunt And groaning deep, the impetuous battle mix: The Smiling God is seen ; while water, earth,
While the fair heifer, balmy-breathing, near, And air attest his bounty; which exalts a Stands kindling up their rage. The trembling The brute creation to this finer thought, steed,
And annual melts their undesigning hearts bates With this hot impulse seized in every nerve,
Profusely thus in tenderness and joy.
When heaven and earth, as if contending, vie
Nor undelighted by the boundless Spring But come, ye generous minds, in whose wide
Of all his works, creative Bounty burns
With warmest beam; and on your open front
Inviting modest Want. Nor, till invoked,
Leaves no cold wintry corner unexplored
For you the roving spirit of the wind
Blows Spring abroad; for you the teeming clouds Where sits the shepherd on the grassy turf,
Descend in gladsome plenty o'er the world; 13Inhaling, healthful, the descending sun.
And the sun sheds his kindest rays for you, Around him feeds his many-bleating flock,
Ye flower of human race! in these green days, Of various cadence; and his sportive lambs,
Reviving Sickness lifts her languid head; This
way and that convolved, in friskful glee, Life flows afresh; and young-eyed Health exalts Their frolics play. And now the sprightly race
The whole creation round. Contentment walks Invites them forth; when swift, the signal given, The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss They start away, and sweep the massy mound
Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings' That runs around the hill; the rampart once
To purchase. Pure serenity apace Of iron war, in ancient barbarous times,
Induces thought, and contemplation still. When disunited Britain ever bled,
By swift degrees the love of Nature works, Lost in eternal broil: ere yet she grew
And warms the bosom; till at last sublimed To this deep-laid indissoluble state,
To rapture, and enthusiastic heat, Where Wealth and Commerce lift their golden We feel the present Deity, and taste heads;
The joy of God to see a happy world! And o'er our labours, Liberty and Law,
These are the sacred feelings of thy heart, Impartial, watch; the wonder of a world! Thy heart inform’d by reason's purer ray, What is this mighty breath, ye sages, say,
O Lyttelton, the friend! thy passions thus That, in a powerful language, felt, not heard, And meditations vary, as at large, Instructs the fowls of Heaven; and through their Courting the Muse, through Hagley Park thou breast
Of solemn oaks, that tuft the swelling mounts
And pensive listen to the various voice
Dare not the infectious sigh; the pleading look, Of rural peace: the herds, the flocks, the birds, Down-cast and low, in meek submission dress'd, The hollow-whispering breeze, the plaint of rills, But full of guile. Let not the fervent tongue, That, purling down amid the twisted roots Prompt to deceive, with adulation smooth, Which creep around, their dewy murmurs shake Gain on your purposed will. Nor in the bower, On the soothed ear. From these abstracted oft, Where woodbines flaunt, and roses shed a couch, You wander through the philosophic world; While Evening draws her crimson curtains round, Where in bright train continual wonders rise, Trust your soft minutes with betraying Man. Or to the curious or the pious eye.
And let the aspiring youth beware of love, And oft, conducted by historic truth,
Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late, You tread the long extent of backward time: When on his heart the torrent-softness pours; Planning, with warm benevolence of mind, Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame And honest zeal unwarp'd by party, rage, Dissolves in air away; while the fond soul, Britannia's weal; how from the venal gulf Wrapp'd in gay visions of unreal bliss, To raise her virtue, and her arts revive. Still paints the illusive form; the kindling grace; Or, turning thence thy view, these graver thoughts The enticing smile; the modest-seeming eye, The Muses charm : while, with sure taste refined, Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying Heaven, You draw the inspiring breath of ancient song; Lurk searchless cunning, cruelty, and death: Till nobly rises, emulous, thy own.
And still false-warbling in his cheated ear, Perhaps thy loved Lucinda shares thy walk, Her siren voice, enchanting, draws him on With soul to thine attuned. Then Nature all To guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy. Wears to the lover's eye a look of love;
E'en present, in the very lap of love And all the tumult of a guilty world,
Inglorious laid; while music flows around, Tost by ungenerous passions, sinks away. Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton hours; The tender heart is animated peace;
Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears And as it pours its copious treasures forth, Her snaky crest: a quick returning pang In varied converse, softening every theme, Shoots through the conscious heart; where honour You, frequent-pausing, turn, and from her eyes, still, Where meeken'd sense, and amiable grace, And great design, against the oppressive load And lively sweetness dwell, enraptured, drink Of luxury, by fits, impatient heave. That nameless spirit of ethereal joy,
But absent, what fantastic woes, aroused, Unutterable happiness ! which love,
Rage in each thought, by restless musing fed, Alone, bestows, and on a favour'd few.
Chill the warm cheek, and blast the bloom of life? Meantime you gain the height, from whose fair Neglected fortune flies; and sliding swift, brow
Prone into ruin fall his scorn'd affairs. The bursting prospect spreads immense around: 'Tis nought but gloom around: the darken'd sun And snatch'do'er hill and dale, and wood and lawn, Loses his light. The rosy-bosom'd Spring And verdant field, and darkening heath between, To weeping fancy pines; and yon bright arch, And villages embosom’d soft in trees,
Contracted, bends into a dusky vault. And spiry towns by surging columns mark'd All Nature fades extinct: and she alone, Of household smoke, your eye excursive roams: Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought, Wide-stretching from the hall, in whose kind haunt Fills every sense, and pants in every vein. The Hospitable Genius lingers still,
Books are but formal dulness, tedious friends; To where the broken landscape, by degrees, And sad amid the social band he sits, Ascending, roughens into rigid hills;
Lonely, and unattentive. From his tongue O'er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds The unfinish'd period falls: while borne away That skirt the blue horizon, dusky rise. On swelling thought, his wasted spirit flies
Flush'd by the spirit of the genial year, To the vain bosom of his distant fair; Now from the virgin's cheek a fresher bloom And leaves the semblance of a lover, fix'd Shoots, less and less, the live carnation round; In melancholy site, with head declined, Her lips blush deeper sweets; she breathes of youth; And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts, The shining moisture swells into her eyes, Shook from his tender trance, and restless runs In brighter flow; her wishing bosom heaves, To gliminering shades, and sympathetic glooms; With palpitations wild; kind tumults seize Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling stream, Her veins, and all yer yielding soul is love. Romantic, hangs; there through the pensive dusk From the keen gaze her lover turns away Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation lost, Full of the dear ecstatic power, and sick Indulging all to love: or on the bank With sighing languishment. Ah then, ye fair! Thrown, amid drooping lilies, swells the breeze Be greatly cautious of your sliding hearts : With sighs unceasing, and the brook with tears,
PINTO MAU! To secret winding flower-enwoven bowers, ainst the Just as he, credulous, his endless cares
Thus in soft anguish he consumes the day, Where the whole poison'd soul, malignant, sits, bet , nu pe * Nor quits his deep retirement, till the Moon And frightens love away. Ten thousand fears Le mura
Peeps through the chambers of the fleecy east, Invented wild, ten thousand frantic views ; with lots Enlightened by degrees, and in her train Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms pored nl S Leads on the gentle Hours; then forth he walks, For which he melts his fondness, eat him up Abant. Beneath the trembling languish of her beam, With fervent anguish, and consuming rage. Das become With soften'd soul, and woos the bird of eve In vain reproaches lend their idle aid, indes mal To mingle woes with his: or, while the world Deceitful pride, and resolution frail, ining festi F And all the sons of Care lie hush'd in sleep, Giving false peace a moment. Fancy pours, ne berater Associates with the midnight shadows drear; Afresh, her beauties on his busy thought, the list And, sighing to the lonely taper, pours
Her first endearments twining round the soul, trale bit His idly-tortured heart into the page,
With all the witchcraft of ensnaring love. 35; b) El Meant for the moving messenger of love;
Straight the fierce storm involves his mind anew, Where rapture burns on rápture, every line Flames through the nerves, and boils along the gire bias; 2 With rising frenzy fired. But if on bed
veins; i dhe entirao Delirious flung, sleep from his pillow flies. While anxious doubt distracts the tortured heart: intento krasi za All night he tosses, nor the balmy power
For e'en the sad assurance of his fears 11.12. CRESS: In any posture finds; till the gray Morn
Were ease to what he feels. Thus the warm Bag in bok Lifts her pale lustre on the paler wretch,
youth, buong batu Exanimate by love: and then perhaps
Whom love deludes into his thorny wilds, and more the Exhausted Nature sinks a while to rest, Through flowery tempting paths, or leads a life to not only Still interrupted by distracted dreams,
Of fever'd rapture or of cruel care;
His brightest aims extinguish'd all, and all ved From St And in black colours paint the mimic scene. His lively moments running down to waste.
Oft with the enchantress of his soul he talks; But happy they! the happiest of their kind! wish Sometimes in crowds distress'd; or if retired Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend.
Unnatural oft and foreign to the mind,
That binds their peace, but harmony itself,
Where friendship full-exerts her softest power, en Hotell Through forests huge, and long untravel'd heaths Perfect esteem enliven'd by desire
With desolation brown, he wanders waste, Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;
These are the charming agonies of love, Is wild desire, fierce as the suns they feel;
Seclude their bosom-slaves, meanly possess'd
Of a mere lifeless, violated form:
While those whom love cements in holy faith,
Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all ?
ye gleamings of departed peace, Who in each other clasp whatever fair
Something than beauty dcarer, should they look
Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face;
The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Soft as it rolls along, shows some new charm, Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss, With many a proof of recollected love, All various Nature pressing on the heart : Together down they sink in social sleep; An elegant sufficiency, content,
Together freed, their gentle spirits fly Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign
Jam clarus occultum Andromedæ pater
Sole dies referente siccos.
Ripa vagis taciturna ventis.--Hor.
The subject proposed Invocation. Address to Mr. Dodington. An introductory reflection on the motion of the Hea. venly Bodies; whence the succession of the Seasons. As the face of Nature in this season is almost uniform, the progress of the poem is a description of a Summer's Day. The Dawn. Sunrising. Hymn to the Sun. Forenoon. Summer Insects described. Haymaking. Sheepshearing. Noonday. A Woodland Retreat. Group of Herds and Flocks. A solemn Grove: how it affects a contemplative mind. A Cataract, and rude scene. View of Summer in the torrid zobe. Storm of thunder and lightning. A Tale. The storm over. A serene afternoon. Bathing. Hour of Walking. Transition to the prospect of a rich, well cultivated Country; which introduces a panegyric on Great Britain. Sunset. Evening. Night Summer Meteors. A Comet. The whole concluding with the praise of Philosophy.
fluous in itself, for whạt reader need be told of TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
those great abilities in the management of public MR. DODINGTON,
affairs, and those amiable accomplishments in priONE OF THE LORD's Of His MAJESTY'S TREASURY, vate life, which you so eminently possess. The
general voice is loud in the praise of so many virETC.
tues, though posterity alone will do them justice. Sir,
But may you, Sir, live long to illustrate your own It is not my purpose, in this address, to run fame by your own actions, and by them be trans into the common tract of dedicators, and attempt a mitted to future times as the British Mæcenas! panegyric which would prove ungrateful to you,
Your example has recommended poetry with too arduous for me, and superfluous with regard the greatest grace to the admiration of those who to the world. To you it would prove ungrateful, are engaged in the highest and most active scenes since there is a certain generous delicacy in men of life: and this, though confessedly the least of the most distinguished merit, disposing them considerable of those exalted qualities that dignify to avoid those praises they so powerfully attract. your character, must be particularly pleasing to And when I consider that a character in which one whose only hope of being introduced to your the virtues, the graces, and the muses join their regard is through the recommendation of an art influence as much exceeds the expression of the in which you are å master. But I forget what I most elegant and judicious pen, as the finished have been declaring above; and must, therefore, beauty does the representation of the pencil, 1 turn my eyes to the following sheets. I am not ig. have the best reasons for declining such an ardu- norant that, when offered to your perusal, they are ous undertaking. As, indeed, it would be super- put into the hands of one of the finest and, con
sequently, the most indulgent judges of the age: Minutely faithful: such the All-perfect hand! but, as there is no mediocrity in poetry, so there That poised, impels, and rules the steady whole. should be no limits to its ambition. I venture di When now no more the alternate Twins are rectly on the trial of my fame. If what I here fired, present you has any merit to gain your approba- And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze, tion, I am not afraid of its success; and if it fails Short is the doubtful empire of the night; of your notice, I give it up to its just fate. This And soon, observant of approaching day, advantage, at least, I secure to myself, an occasion The meek-eyed morn appears, mother of dews, of thus pablicly declaring that I am, with the At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east: profoundest veneration,
Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow
And, from before the lustre of her face,
White break the clouds away. With quicken'd
Brown Night retires: young Day pours in apace,
The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top
Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Blue, through the dusk, the smoking currents shine; From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed, And from the bladed field the scarful hare Child of the Sun, refulgent Sunmer comes, Limps, awkward: while along the forest-glade In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth: The wild deer trip, and often turning gaze He comes attended by the sultry Hours, At early passenger. Music awakes And ever fanning breezes, on his way;,
The native voice of undissembled joy; While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring And thick around the woodland hymns arise. Averts her blushful face; and earth, and skies, Roused by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.
His mossy cottage, where with Peace be dwells; Hence, let me haste into the mid-wood shade, And from the crowded fold, in order, drives Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the His flock, to taste the verdure of the morn. gloom:
Falsely luxurious! will not Man awake;
To meditation due and sacred song?
Come, Inspiration! from thy hermit-seat, To lie in dead oblivion, losing half
Wilder'd, and tossing through distemper'd dreams? Exalting to an ecstasy of soul.
Who would in such a gloomy state remain
And every blooming pleasure wait without,
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day,
Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad. Lo! now, apparent all, O Dodington! attend my rural song,
Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colour'd air,
He looks in boundless majesty abroad;
With what an awful world-revolving power On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering
High gleaming from afar. Prime cheerer, Light! Amid the flux of many thousand years,
Of all material beings first and best ! That oft has swept the toiling race of men,
Eflux divine! Nature's resplendent robe!
Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt
Shines out thy Maker! may I sing of theo ?