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Or pierced some fond unguarded heart
With now and then a random dart;
But heroes scorned the idle boy,
And love was but a shepherd's toy.
When Venus, vex'd to see her child
Amid the forests thus run wild,
Would point him out some nobler game-
Gods and godlike men to tame.
She seized the boy's reluctant hand,
And led him to the virgin band,
Where the sister muses round
Swell the deep majestic sound;
And in solemn strains unite,
Breathing chaste, severe delight;
Songs of chiefs and heroes old,
In unsubmitting virtue bold':
Of even valour's temperate heat,
And toils to stubborn patience sweet;
Of nodding plumes and burnish'd arms,
And glory's bright terrific charms.

The potent sounds like lightning dart
Resistless through the glowing heart;
Of power to lift the fixed soul
High o'er Fortune's proud control;
Kindling deep, prophetic musing;
Love of beauteous death infusing;
Scorn, and unconquerable hate
Of tyrant pride's unhallow'd state.
The boy abash'd, and half afraid,
Beheld each chaste immortal maid :
Pallas spread her Egis there ;
Mars stood by with threatening air ;
And stern Diana's icy look
With sudden chill his bosom struck.

Daughters of Jove, receive the child,"
The queen of beanty said, and smiled ;-
Her rosy breath persumed the air,
And scatter'd sweet contagion there
Relenting Nature learn’d to languish,
And sicken'd with delightful anguish :-
“ Receive him artless yet and young ;
Refine his air, and smooth his tongue :
Conduct him through your favourite bowers
Enrich'd with fair perennial flowers,
To solemn shades and springs that lie
Remote from each unhallow'd eye;
Teach him to spell those mystic names
That kindle bright immortal fames :
And guide his young unpractised feet
To reach coy Learning's lofty seat.”

Ah, luckless hour! mistaken maids,
When Cupid sought the muses' shades!
of their sweetest notes beguiled,
By the sly insiduous child;
Now of power his darts are found
Twice ten thousand times to wound,
Now no more the slacken'd strings
Breathe of high immortal things,
But Cupid tunes the Muse's lyre
To languid notes of soft desire.
In every clime, in every tongue,
"Tis love inspires the poet's song.
Hence Sappho's sost infectious page ;
Monimia's wo; Othello's rage;
Abandon'd Dido's fruitless prayer ;
And Eloisa's long despair;
The garland, blest with many a vow,
For haughty Sacharissa's brow;

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O come, in simple vest array'd,
With all thy sober cheer display'd,

To bless my longing sight;
Thy mien composed, thy even pace,
Thy meek regard, thy matron grace,

And chaste subdued delight.
No more by varying passions beat,
O gently guide my pilgrim feet

To find thy hermit cell;
Where in some pure and equal sky,
Beneath thy soft indulgent eye,

The modest virtues dwell.
Simplicity in Attic vest,
And Innocence with candid breast,

And clear undaunted eye ;
And Hope, who points to distant years,
Fair opening through this vale of tears

A vista to the sky.

There Health, through whose calm bosom glide
The temperate joys in even tide,

That rarely ebb or flow;
And Patience there, thy sister meek,
Presents her mild unvarying cheek

To meet the offer'd blow.

Her influence taught the Phrygian sage
A tyrant master's wanton rage

With settled smiles to meet :
Inured to toil and bitter bread,
He bow'd his meek submitted head,

And kiss'd thy sainted feet.

But thou, O nymph retired and coy!
In what brown hamlet dost thou joy

To tell thy tender tale ?
The lowliest children of the ground,
Moss-rose, and violet blossom round,

And lily of the vale.
O say what sofi propitious hour
I best may chvose to hail thy power,

And court thy gentle sway ?
When Autumn friendly to the muse,
Shall thy own modest tints diffuse,

And shed thy milder day.

When Eve, her dewy star beneath,
Thy balmy spirit loves to breathe,

And every storm is laid ;-
If such an hour was e'er thy choice,
Oft let me hear thy soothing voice

Low whispering through the shade.

THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING."

Illic indocto primum se exercuit arcu ;
Hei mihi quam doctas nunc habet ille manus !

TIBUL.

When Cupid, wanton boy! was young,
His wings unfledged, and rude his tongue,
He loiter'd in Arcadian bowers,
And hid his bow in wreaths of flowers;

* Addressed to the Author of Essays on Song.writing.

The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming veil
Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade

Protects thy modest blooms
From his severer blaze.

Sweet is thy reign, but short :-The red dog-star
Shall scorch thy tresses, and the mower's scythe

Thy greens, thy flowerets all,
Remorseless shall destroy.

And wash'd with tears, the mournful verse
That Petrarch laid on Laura's hearse.
But more than all the sister choir,
Music confess'd the pleasing fire.
Here sovereign Cupid reign'd alone ;
Music and song were all his own.
Sweet as in old Arcadian plains,
The British pipe has caught the strains :
And where the Twe-d's pure current glides,
Or Liffy rolls her limpid vides ;
Or Thames his oozy waters leads
'Through rural bowers or yellow meads,-
With many an old romantic tale
Has cheer'd the lone sequester’d vale ;
With many a sweet and tender lay
Deceived the tiresome summer day.
"Tis yours to cull with happy art
Each meaning verse that speaks the heart;
And fair array'd, in order meet,
To lay the wreath at Beauty's feet.

Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewell ;
For 0, not all that Autumn's lap contains,

Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,

Can aught for thee atone.
Fair Spring! whose simplest promise more delights
Than all their largest wealth, and through the heart

Each joy and new-born hope
With softest influence breathes.

AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.

ODE TO SPRING.

God of my life! and Author of my days!

Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise ; Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire, And trembling, take upon a mortal tongue lloar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring! That hallowed name, to harps of seraphs sung. Whose unshorn locks with leaves

Yet here the brightest seraphs could no more And swelling buds are crown'd;

Than veil their faces, tremble, and adore.

Worms, angels, men, in every different sphere, From the green islands of eternal youth,Crown'd with fresh blooms and ever springing All nature faints beneath the mighty name,

Are equal all,- for all are nothing here. shade, Turn, hither turn thy step,

Which nature's works through all their parts

proclaim. O thou, whose powerful voice

I feel that name my inmost thoughts control, More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed,

And breathe an awful stillness through my soul; Or Lydian fluie, can sooth the madding wind, As by a charın, the waves of grief subside; And through the stormy deep

Impetuous Passion stops her headlong tide : Breathe thine own tender calm.

At thy felt presence all emotions cease,

And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace, Thee, best beloved! the virgin train await

Till every worldly thought within me dies, With songs and festal rites, and joy to rove

And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes ; Thy blooming wilds among,

Till all my sense is lost in infinite, And vales and Jewy lawns,

And one vast object fills my aching sight. With untired feet; and cull thy earliest sweets

But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; To weave fresh garlands for the glowing brow

My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke ; Of him, the favoured youth

With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, That prompts their whisper'd sigh.

And mingles with the dross of earth again.

But he, our gracious Master, kind as just, l’nlock thy copious stores,—those tender showers Knowing our frame, remembers man is dust, That drop their sweetness on the infant buds ; His spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind, And silent dews that swell

Sees the first wish to betier hopes inclined; The milky ear's green slem,

Marks the young dawn of every virtuous aim,

And fans the smoking Rax into a flame.
And feed the flowering osier's early shoots ; His ears are open to the softest cry,
And call those winds which through the whispering His grace descends to meet the listed eye ;
boughs

He reads the language of a silent tear,
With warm and pleasant breath

And sighs are incense from a heart sincere. Salute the blowing flowers.

Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give; Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn,

Accept the vow, and bi ? the suppliant live : And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale;

From each terrestrial bondage set me free; And watch with patient eye

Still every wish that centres not in thee; Thy fair unfolding charms.

Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets cease,

And point my path to everlasting peace.
O nymph, approach! while yet the temperate sun If the soft hand of winning Pleasure leads
With bashful forehead through the cold moist air By living waters, and through flowery meads,
Throws his young maiden beams,

When all is smiling, tranquil, and serene,
And with chaste kisses woos

And vernal beauty paints the flattering scene

O teach me to elude each latent snare,

And dancing lustres, where the unsteady eye, And whisper to my sliding heart,-Beware! Restless and dazzled, wanders unconfined With caution let me hear the syren's voice, O'er all this field of glories ; spacious field, And doubtful, with a trembling heart, rejoice. And worthy of the Master: he, whose hand If friendless, in a vale of tears I stray,

With hieroglyphics elder than the Nile Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way,

Inscribed the mystic tablet, hung on high Still let my steady soul thy goodness see,

To public gaze, and said, “ Adore, O man! And with strong confidence lay hold on thee; The finger of thy God." From what pure wells With equal eye my various lot receive,

Of milky light, what soft o'erflowing urn, Resign’d to die, or resolute to live;

Are all these lamps so fillid ? these friendly lamps Prepared to kiss the sceptre or the rod,

For ever streaming o'er the azure deep While God is seen in all, and all in God.

To point our path, and light us to our home. I read his awful name, emblazon'd high How soft they slide along their lucid spheres ! With golden letters on th' illumined sky;

And silent as the foot of Time, fulfil Nor less the mystic characters I see

Their destined courses : Nature's self is hush'd Wrought in each flower, inscribed in every tree ;

And, but a scatter'd leaf, which rustles through In every leaf that trembles to the breeze

The thick-wove foliage, not a sound is heard I hear the voice of God among the trees ;

To break the midnight air; though the raised ear, With thee in shady solitudes I walk,

Intensely listening, drinks in every breath. With thee in busy crowded cities talk;

How deep the silence, yet how loud the praise ! In every creature own thy forming power, But are they silent all? or is there not In each event thy providence adore.

A tongue in every star, that talks with man, Thy hopes shall animate my drooping soul, And woos him to be wise ? nor woos in vain : Thy precepts guide me, and thy fears control : This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, Thus shall I rest, unmoved by all alarms,

And Wisdom mounis her zenith with the stars. Secure within the temple of thine arms ;

At this still hour the self-collected soul
From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free, Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there
And feel myself omnipotent in thee.

Of high descent, and more than mortal rank;
Then when the last, the closing hour, draws nigh, An embryo god ; a spark of fire divine,
And earth recedes before my swimming eye;

Which must burn on for ages, when the sun,-
When trembling on the doubtful edge of sate Fair transitory creature of a day !
I stand, and stretch my view to either state: Has closed his golden eye, and wrapped in shades
Teach me to quit this transitory scene

Forgets his wonted journey through the east. With decent triumph, and a look serene;

Ye citadels of light, and seats of gods! Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high,

Perhaps my future home, from whence the soul, And having lived to Thee, in Thee to die. Revolving periods past, may oft look back

With recollected tenderness on all
The various busy scenes she left below,

Its deep-laid projects, and its strange events,
A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION.

As on some fond and doating tale that sooth'd

Her infant hours–O be it lawful now
"Tis past! the sultry tyrant of the south To tread the hallow'd circle of your courts,
Has spent his short-lived rage; more grateful hours And with mute wonder and delighted awe
Move silent on ; the skies no more repel

Approach your burning confines. Seized in The dazzled sight, but with mild maiden beams

thought, Of temper'd lustre court the cherish'd eye On Fancy's wild and roving wing I sail, To wander o'er their sphere; where hung aloft From the green borders of the peopleu Tarth, Dian's bright crescent, like a silver bow

And the pale Moon, her duteous fair attendant ; New strung in heaven, lists high its beamy horns From solitary Mars; from the vast orb Impatient for the night, and seems to push Of Jupiter, whose huge gigantic bulk Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines Dances in ether like the lightest leaf; E'en in the eye of day; with sweetest beam To the dim verge, the suburbs of the system, Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood Where cheerless Saturn midst his watery moons Of sofien'd radiance from her dewy locks. Girt with a lucid zone, in gloomy pomp, The shadows spread apace ; while meekend Eve, Sits like an exiled monarch : fearless thence Her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires I launch into the trackless deeps of space, Through the Hesperian gardens of the west, Where, burning round, ten thousand suns appear, And shuts the gates of day. "Tis now the hour Of elder beam, which ask no leave to shine When Contemplation from her sunless haunts, Of our terrestrial star, nor borrow light The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth

From the proud regent of our scanty day ; Of unpierced woods, where wrapt in solid shade Sons of the morning, first-born of creation, She mused away the gaudy hours of noon, And only less than Him who marks their track, And sed on thoughts unripen’d by the sun, And guides their fiery wheels. Here must I stop, Moves forward ; and with radiant finger points Or is there aught beyond ? What hand unsee To yon blue concave swell'd by breath divine, Impels me onward through the glowing orbs Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven Of habitable nature, far remote, Awake, quick kindling o'er the face of ether To the dread confines of eternal night, One boundless blaze : ten thousand trembling fires, I To solitudes of vast unpeopled space,

The deserts of creation, wide and wild;

WILLIAM. Where embryo systems and unkindled suns

John, faithful John, is with the horses come; Sleep in the womb of chaos ? fancy droops,

Mamma prevails, and I am sent for home.
And thought astonish'd stops her bold career.
But O hou mighty Mind! whose powerful word

Harry.
Said, thus let all things be, and thus they were,
Where shall I seek thy presence? how unblamed

Thrice happy whom such welcome tidings greet Invoke thy dread perfection?

Thrice happy who reviews his native seat! Have the broad eyelids of the morn beheld thee?

For him the matron spreads her candied hoard, Or does the beamy shoulder of Orion

And early strawberries crown the smiling board;

For him crush'd gooseberries with rich cream Support thy throne? 'O look with pity down On erring, guilty man! not in thy names

combine, Or terror clad: not with those thunders arm'd

And bending boughs their fragrant fruit resign:

Custards and sillabubs his taste invite;
That conscious Sinai felt, when fear appallid
The scatter'd tribes ;-thou hast a gentler voice,

Sports fill the day, and feasts prolong the night. That whispers comfort to the swelling heart

Think not I envy, I admire thy faie :t Abash'd, yet longing to behold her Maker.

Yet, ah! what different tasks thy comrades wait!

Some in the grammar's thorny maze to toil, But now my soul, unused 10 stretch her powers

Some with rude strokes the snowy paper soil, In flight so daring, drops her weary wing,

Some o'er barbaric climes in maps to roam, And seeks again the known accustom'd spot, Dresi up with sun, and shade, and lawns and Far from their mother-tongue, and dear loved

home.[ streams,

Harsh names of uncouth sound, their memories load, A mansion fair, and spacious for its guest,

And oft their shoulders feel th' unpleasant goad.
And full replete with wonders. Let me here,
Content and grateful, wait th' appointed time,

Edward.
And ripen for the skies : the hour will come
When all these splendours bursting on my sight

Doubt not our turn will come some future time. Shall stand unveiled, and to my ravished sense

Now, William, hear us twain contend in rhyme, Unlock the glories of the world unknown.

For yet thy horses have not eat their hay,
And unconsumed as yet th' allotted hour of play.

WILLIAM.

Then spout alternate, I consent to hear, si
TO-MORROW.

Let no false rhyme offend my critic ear;-
See where the falling day

But say, what prizes shall the victor hold ?
In silence steals away

I guess your pockets are not lined with gold !
Behind the western hills withdrawn:

HARRY.
Her fires are quenchd, her beauty fled,

A ship these hands have built, in every part
While blushes all her face o'ers pread,

Carved, rigg'd, and painted, with the nicest art; As conscious she had ill fulfill'd

The ridgy sides are black with pitchy store, The promise of the dawn.

From stem to stern 'tis twice ten inches o'er. Another morning soon shall rise,

The lofty mast, a straight smooth hazel framed, Another day salute our eyes,

The tackling silk, the Charming Sally named ; As smiling and as fair as she,

And,--but take heed lest ihou divulge the tale,
And make as many promises :

The lappet of my shirt supplied the sail,
But do not thou

An azure riband for a pendant flies :-
The tale believe,

Now, if thy verse excel, be this the prize.
They're sisters all,

EDWARD.
And all deceive.

For me at home the careful housewives make,
With plums and almonds rich, an ample cake.
Smooth is the top, a plain of shining ice,

The West its sweetness gives, the East its spice :
A SCHOOL ECLOGUE.

From soft lonian isles, well known to fame,
EDWARD.

Ulysses once, the luscious currant came.

The green transparent citron Spain bestows, Hist, William! hist! what means that air so gay? And from her golden groves the orange glows. Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holyday : So vast the heaving mass, it scarce has room Thy hat is brush'd; thy hands, with wondrous Within the oven's dark capacious womb; pains,

'Twill be consign'd to the next carrier's care, Are cleansed from garden mould and inky stains; I cannot yield it all,—be half thy share. Thy glossy shoes confess the lackey's care ; And recent from the comb shines thy sleek hair. What god, what saint, this prodigy has wrought ?* • Fortunate senex, his inter flutnina nota. Declare the cause, and ease my labouring thought? Non equidem invideo, miror magis.

1 At nog hinc alii sitientes ibimus Afros,

Pars Scythiam, et rapidum Cretæ veniemus Oaxem. • Sed tamen, ille Deus qui sit, da Tityre nobis.

Alternis dicetis.

Well does the gift thy liquorish palate suit ;

WILLIAM I know who robb'd the orchard of its fruit.*

Cease! cease your carols, both! for lo the bell, When all were wrapt in sleep, one early morn,

With jarring notes, has rung out Pleasure's knell. While yet the dew-drop trembled on the thorn,

Your startled comrades, ere the game be done, I mark'd when o'er the quickset hedge you leapt, Quit their unfinish'd sports, and trembling run. And, sly, beneath the gooseberry bushes crept it

Haste to your forms before the master call! Then shook the trees; a shower of apples fell,

With thoughtful step he paces o'er the hall, And where the hoard you kept, I know full well;

Does with stern looks each playful loiterer greet, The mellow gooseberries did themselves produce, Counts with his eye, and marks each vacant seat: For through thy pocket oozed the viscous juice. Intense the buzzing murmur grows around, HARRY

Loud through the dome the usher's strokes resound:

Sneak off, and to your places slyly steal, I scorn a telltale, or I could declare

Before the prowess of his arm you feel.
How, leave unask'd, you sought the neighbouring

fair;
Then home by moonlight spurr'd your jaded steed,
And scarce return'd before the hour of bed.
Think how thy trembling heart had felt affright,

WHAT DO THE FUTURES SPEAK OF? Had not our master supp'd abroad that night.

IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION IN THE GREEK GRAMMAR EDWARD. On the smooth whitewash'd ceiling near thy bed,

They speak of never-withering shades,

And bowers of opening joy ;
Mix'd with thine own, is Anna's cipher read;
From wreaths of dusky smoke the letters flow;-

They promise mines of fairy gold,

And bliss without alloy
Whose hand the waving candle held, I know.
Fines and jobations shall thy soul appal,

They whisper strange enchanting things
Whene'er our mistress spies the sullied wall.

Within llope's greedy ears ;
FIARRY.

And sure this tuneful voice exceeds

The music of the spheres
Unconn'd her lesson once, in idle mood,
Trembling before her master, Anna stood

They speak of pleasure to the gay,
I mark'd what prompter near her took his place,

And wisdom to the wise ; And, whispering, saved the virgin from disgrace:

And soothe the poet's beating heart
Much is the youth belied, and much the maid,

With fame that never dies.
Or more than words the whisper soft convey'd.
EDWARD.

To virgins languishing in love,

They speak the minute nigh;
Think not I blush to own so bright a flame,
E'en boys for her assume the lover's name;-

And warm consenting hearts they join,

And paint the rapture high.
As far as alleys beyond taws we prize,I
Or venison pasty ranks above school pies;

In every language, every tongue,
As much as peaches beyond apples please,

The same kind things they say ; Or Parmesan excels a Suffolk cheese ;

In gentle slumbers speak by night,
Or Palgrave donkeys lag behind a steed,

In waking dreams by day.
So far do Anna's charms all other charms exceed.
Harry.

Cassandra's fate reversed is theirs;
Tell, if thou canst, where is that creature bred,

She, true, no faith could gain,

They, every passing hour deceive,
Whose wide-stretch'd mouth is larger than its head:

Yet are believed again.
Guess, and my great Apollo thou shalt be,
And cake and ship shall both remain with thee.

THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN.

EDWARD.
Explain thou first, what portent late was seen,
With strides impetuous, posting o'er the green;
Three heads, like Cerberus, the monster bore,
And one was sidelong fix'd, and two before;
Eight legs, depending from his ample sides,
Each well-built flank unequally divides;
For five on this, on that side three, are found,
Four swisily move, aud four not touch the ground.
Long time the moving prodigy I view'd,
By gazing men and barking dogs pursued.

Yes, injured woman! rise, assert thy right!

Woman! too long degraded, scorn'd, opprest; O born 10 rule in partial Law's despite,

Resume thy native empire o'er the breast! Go forth array'd in panoply divine ;

That angel pureness which admits no stain,
Go, bid proud man his boasted rule resign,

And kiss the golden sceptre of thy reign
Go, gird thyself with grace ; collect thy store

Of bright artillery glancing from afar;
Soft melting tones thy thundering cannon's roar

Blushes and fears thy magazine of war.

Non ego, te vidi, Damonis

-Tu post carecla latebas, Lenta salix quantum pallenti cedit olivæ. $ Dic quibus in terris, et eris mihi magnus Apollo.

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