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He'd form'd the whimsical, foolhardy plan, To set about it when the play began; Thus purposing the drama's fate to know, - Then write his epilogue quite a propos. + Then write his epilogue quite àpropos. The time at last arrives--the signal rings, Sir Bard, alarm'd, to pen and paper springs, @@ -3397,361 +3367,4 @@ awful conceptions of the Almighty Creator! 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Poetry - -Author: Thomas Oldham - -Release Date: February 23, 2013 [EBook #42181] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETRY *** - - - - -Produced by D Alexander, Paul Marshall and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - -[** Transcriber Note :- - [oe] ligature in Ph[oe]bus has been replaced with oe. ] - - - - POETRY. - - BY THOMAS OLDHAM. - - - O! should I ever dare profane - With venal touch the hallow'd lyre, - Let me be banish'd from the Muses' train; - Ne'er let me feel their heart-ennobling fire! - Unworthy of a Poet's glorious name, - Let me be doom'd to everlasting shame! - - - LONDON: - A. H. BAILEY AND CO., 83, CORNHILL; - ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK, EDINBURGH; - AND CUMMING AND CO., DUBLIN. - - MDCCCXL. - - H. MERRIDEW, PRINTER, COVENTRY. - - - - - PREFACE. - - -The writer of the following pages has been in the habit, for many years, -of amusing himself with the composition of Poetry. Often has he been -advised by his friends to publish; and at length, influenced by their -persuasion, and feeling a sort of paternal fondness for the offspring of -his own brain, he ventures to present this small volume to the notice of -the Public. - -It contains Poems of many different kinds, composed, of course, in as -many varieties of style; and the author has exerted his best endeavours -to render them worthy of approbation. The present times--he is well -aware--are unfavourable for the publication of poetical works. The -booksellers complain generally of the little demand for them. -Nevertheless, it is very improbable that Poetry,--if excellent, (as it -ought to be to deserve the name,) should ever be totally neglected. The -seed of poetic taste is sown by the hand of Nature in the souls of all -men; though in a small number only it is by culture brought to maturity. - -The author has exalted ideas of Poetry, He deems it--decidedly--the -first of the Fine Arts. It is the most intellectual,--the most -comprehensive,--the most powerful,--the most delightful,--and, -also,--hear it, Utilitarians!--the most useful. In remote antiquity, as -is well known, it was chiefly instrumental in teaching and civilising -the then-barbarous human race. To lure their wild minds into reflection, -it invested truth and morality with the many-coloured garb of Fiction, -and introduced them, through their delighted imagination, to their -understanding and their heart; while, by the charm of harmonious -numbers, it soothed their fierce and licentious passions into submission -to the laws of social life. It was believed to have something divine in -its nature, and was universally held in the highest veneration. From -ancient times, even to this day, it has continued to be a favourite -study with many of the most illustrious characters. - -Finally,--and let this be for ever remembered, as conferring on it the -highest honour! Poetry has been deemed worthy by the Sacred Writers to -be made an instrument in the cause of Religion; and by its sublime -descriptions it has assisted human imagination in forming grand, and -awful conceptions of the Almighty Creator! - - Park-Fields, Allesley, near Coventry, - 22d January, 1840. - - - - - - - CONTENTS. - - - Page - - The Muse's triumph 1 - Elegy on the Death of Chatterton 5 - Sylvia's Elegy on her dead Canary-bird 9 - To Julia 13 - Ditto 15 - On seeing Mademoiselle ***** dance, &c. 17 - Sonnet, on taking a favourite walk after recovery - from sickness 20 - Sonnet, written on my Birth Day 22 - Eclogue--Spring 23 - Eclogue--Summer 33 - Epistle to a Friend 43 - To Delille 48 - Ode written on the night of the illuminations for - Lord Howe's Victory on 1st June, 1793 51 - Ode to Horror 57 - Ode to Hope 62 - Ode to the Duke of Wellington 66 - Description of a Conflagration 80 - To Spring 88 - To Winter 93 - The desperation and madness of Guilt 99 - On hearing the Nightingale 103 - To Paganini 108 - To Fancy 111 - A Summer-Evening 116 - Prologue 122 - Ditto 126 - Epilogue 129 - Lines on the death of the Rev. Mr. B ***, - supposed to be written by his Sister 134 - Lines to an Infidel, &c. 136 - Lines on hearing a Young Gentleman, &c. 138 - Lines to a Pedantic Critic 140 - Lines on Shakspeare 142 - Lines on Milton 145 - Anacreontic 147 - Ditto 149 - Ditto 152 - Song 157 - Ditto 158 - Song to Bacchus 159 - On seeing the Apollo Belvidere 162 - Inscription for ditto 162 - Epitaph on Nelson 163 - Ditto on Howard 164 - Ditto on Voltaire 165 - Ditto on Napoleon 166 - Ditto on Lord Byron 168 - Ditto on Sir Samuel Romilly 170 - Ditto on Wilberforce 171 - Epitaph 172 - Translation from Anacreon 173 - Epigrams from 174 to 200 - - - - - THE MUSE'S TRIUMPH. - - What adverse passions rule my changeful breast, - With hope exalted, or by fear deprest! - Now, by the Muse inspired, I snatch the lyre, - And proudly to poetic fame aspire; - Now dies the sacred flame, my pride declines, - And diffidence the immortal wreath resigns. - Friends, void of taste, warm advocates for trade, - With shafts of ridicule, my peace invade: - 'A Poet!'--thus they sneeringly exclaim-- - 'Well may you court that glorious, envied name; - For, sure, no common joys his lot attend; - None but himself those joys can comprehend. - - O, superhuman bliss, employ sublime, - To scribble fiction, and to jingle rhyme! - Caged in some muse-behaunted, Grub-street garret, - To prate his feeders' promptings, like a parrot! - And what, though want and scorn his life assail? - What, though he rave in Bedlam, starve in jail? - Such trifling ills the Bard may well despise; - Sure of immortal honour when he dies. - But, seriously--the advice of friendship hear: - Stop short in your poetical career; - O! quell the frenzies of your fever'd brain, - And turn, at Wisdom's call, to trade and gain,' - - Absorb'd in passive sadness, I comply; - Turn from the Muse my disenchanted eye, - And deign to study, as my friends persuade, - The little, money-getting arts of trade. - But soon the Goddess, fired with high disdain - To see me woo the yellow strumpet, Gain, - Resuming all her beauty, all her power, - Returns to triumph in the vacant hour; - Weakly reluctant, on her charms I gaze, - Trembling, I feel her fascinating lays; - Roused from ignoble dreams, my wondering soul - Springs to the well-known bliss, regardless of control. - - Say then, ye blind, profane! who dare to blame - The heaven-born Poet, and his thirst of fame; - Ye slaves of Mammon! whose low minds behold - No fair, no great, no good, in aught but gold; - Say! will the Captive of tyrannic sway, - Restored to genial air, and boundless day, - Turn to his dungeon's suffocating night? - Will the proud Eagle, who with daring flight - Sublimely soars against the solar blaze, - And eyes the inspiring God with raptured gaze, - Stoop from his native kingdom in the sky, - To share the breathings of mortality? - - How, then, can he, whose breast the Muse inspires, - Restrain his soul, or quench those hallow'd fires? - How can he quit the world of mental bliss, - For all the riches,--miseries!--of this? - - - - - ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON. - - When to the region of the tuneful Nine, - Rapt in poetic vision, I retire, - Listening intent to catch the strain divine-- - What a dead silence hangs upon the lyre! - - Lo! with disorder'd locks, and streaming eyes, - Stray the fair daughters of immortal song; - Aonia's realm resounds their plaintive cries, - And all her murmuring rills the grief prolong. - - O say! celestial maids, what cause of wo? - Why cease the rapture-breathing strains to soar? - A solemn pause ensues:--then falters low - The voice of sorrow: 'Chatterton's no more!' - - 'Child of our fondest hopes! whose natal hour - Saw each poetic star indulgent shine; - E'en Phoebus' self o'erruled with kindliest power, - And cried: "ye Nine rejoice! the Birth is mine." - - 'Soon did he drink of this inspiring spring; - In yonder bower his lisping notes he tried; - We tuned his tongue in choir with us to sing, - And watch'd his progress with delight and pride. - - 'With doting care we form'd his ripening mind, - Blest with high gifts to mortals rarely known; - Taught him to range, by matter unconfined, - And claim the world of fancy for his own. - - 'The voice of Glory call'd him to the race; - Upsprung the wondrous Boy with ardent soul, - Started at once with more than human pace, - And urged his flight, impatient for the goal: - - 'Hope sung her siren lay; the listening Youth - Felt all his breast with rapturous frenzy fired, - He hail'd, and boasted, as prophetic truth, - The bright, triumphant vision Hope inspired: - - 'But short, alas, his transport! vain his boast! - The illusive dream soon vanishes in shade; - Soon dire Adversity's relentless host, - Neglect, Want, Sorrow, Shame, his peace invade: - - 'Glad Envy hisses, Ridicule and Scorn - Lash with envenom'd scourge his wounded pride; - Ah! see him, with distracted mien forlorn, - Rush into solitude his pangs to hide. - - 'There to the Youth, disguised like Hope, Despair - Presents the death-fraught chalice and retires: - In vain, alas! Religion cries, forbear! - Desperate he seizes, drains it, and expires.' - - - - - ELEGY, - (WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF A YOUNG LADY.) - SYLVIA ON HER DEAD CANARY-BIRD. - - Sweet little warbler! art thou dead? - And must I hear thy notes no more? - Then will I make thy funeral bed; - Then shall the Muse thy loss deplore. - - Beneath the turf in yonder bower, - Where oft I've listened to thy lay, - Forgetting care, while many an hour - In music sweetly stole away;-- - - There will I bid thy relics rest; - Then sadly sigh my last farewell; - But long, oh! long within my breast - Thy memory, poor bird! shall dwell. - - Still to that spot, now more endear'd, - Shall thy fond mistress oft return, - And haply feel her sorrows cheer'd, - To deck with verse thy simple urn. - - 'Here lies a bird, once famed to be - Peerless in plumage and in lay; - This was the soul of melody, - And that the golden blush of day.' - - 'Soon as the Morn began to peep, - While yet with shade her smiles were veil'd, - The sprightly warbler shook off sleep, - And with his song her coming hail'd.' - - 'His guardian rose, nor scorn'd as mean, - But found it still a pleasing care, - To keep his little mansion clean, - And minister his daily fare.' - - 'The dewy groundsel was his feast, - Which when the watchful songster view'd, - Straight his loud, thrilling strain he ceased, - And softly chirp'd his gratitude.' - - 'Then would he peck his savoury treat,-- - Turn his head sly, and breathe a note-- - Now flutter wild with wings and feet-- - Then silent sit--now pour his throat.' - - 'His playful freaks, his joyous lay, - Well pleased, his mistress would attend; - It call'd affection into play, - And gave to solitude a friend.' - - 'Thus happily his days he led - Even to the ninth revolving year; - Then Fate, alas! her weapon sped; - And Pity laid his relics here.' - - - - - TO JULIA. - - Should Phoebus e'er desert my mind, - And should the Nine their aid refuse, - Enchanting Girl! I still could find - A theme in thee, in thee a Muse. - - Can Fiction any charms devise - That proudly may with thine compare? - On thee she turns her wondering eyes, - And drops the pencil in despair. - - Far sweeter are thy notes to me - Than sweetest poet ever sung; - And true perfection would it be - To sing thy beauties with thy tongue. - - Let Phoebus, then, desert my mind! - And let the Nine their aid refuse! - Ever, my Julia! shall I find - In thee a theme, in thee a Muse. - - - - - TO JULIA. - - Sing, lovely Girl! to hear Thee sing - Hush'd is the listening air; - My spirit trembles on the wing, - And no delay can bear. - - Those down-cast eyes, that smile supprest, - Thy conscious power betray; - Yet, Siren! grant the bold request; - Come, steal my heart away. - - See, see, those ruby lips divide; - An ivory shrine appears; - There Harmony and Love reside, - To ravish mortal ears. - - And hark! they from that sweet recess - Breathe their celestial lays; - The enchanting sounds my thought possess - With rapture and amaze. - - Still pressing on with strong control - I feel the lavish strain, - Till drunk with bliss, my wilder'd soul - Reels on the brink of pain. - - Ah! how could I so rashly dare - Contend with Powers divine? - The pride of victory forbear; - My heart is wholly thine. - - - - - ON SEEING MADEMOISELLE *** - DANCE AT THE OPERA IN PARIS. - - What fine aerial Shape, - In orient colours dight, - Springs from the world unknown - Upon my wondering sight? - - Loosely through various space - The lovely Figure flows, - And leaves the sleeping air - Unconscious as it goes. - - Hark! a spontaneous strain - Its fairy gait attends; - In concord every sound - With every movement blends. - - Lo, now! the passive Form - Moves as the music leads; - Each motion from each note, - Harmoniously proceeds. - - By the same sense, methinks, - At once I hear and see; - And ears and eyes and mind - Are all one harmony. - - Along my shivering nerves - The mingled raptures thrill, - And strangely take my soul, - And rule it as they will; - - True to the magic force, - That shifts a thousand ways, - An echo, and a shade, - It answers and obeys. - - But ah! the charm expires.-- - Did Fancy thus deceive? - She smiles, and fondly vain, - Would have me so believe. - - - - - SONNET, - ON TAKING A FAVOURITE WALK, - AFTER RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. - - Ye scenes beloved! O welcome once again! - Forbidden long to my desiring sight, - Now, now! triumphant o'er disease and pain, - I visit ye with fresh, increased delight. - - Vine-mantled Hills, whose heights I joy'd to climb, - The Morn's sweet infant breathings to inhale; - River! whose banks I roved in trance sublime, - While fancy-whispering Eve spread soft her veil; - - And thou, O Wood, in whose moon-checkered shade - The nightly songstress oft has charm'd my ear - Till Morning told me I so long had stay'd: - Hail all ye objects to my memory dear! - Once more, to feel the transports ye impart, - Health wakes my every sense and tunes my heart. - - - - - SONNET, - WRITTEN ON MY BIRTH DAY. - - Again has Time his annual circle run, - And April ushers in my natal day: - Since first my infant eyes beheld the sun, - How many a year has swiftly roll'd away! - Full half my thread of life the Fates have spun; - What various colours does the web display! - Some dark, some brighter; ere the work be done - The sadder hues will overshade the gay. - Yet not to Melancholy will I yield; - Against Despondency and Discontent - Still Fortitude and Hope shall keep the field; - Swerving from thee, O Virtue! I repent; - Now! to repel Temptation I am steel'd; - To follow thee I'm resolutely bent. - - - - - ECLOGUE. - - SPRING. - - Muse of the pastoral reed and sylvan reign, - Divine inspirer of each tuneful swain, - Who taught the Doric Shepherd to portray - Primeval nature in his simple lay; - And him of Mantua, in a nicer age, - To form the graces of his artful page; - O, come! where crystal Avon winds serene, - And with thy presence bless the brightening scene; - Now, while I rove his willowy banks along, - With fond intent to wake the rural song, - Inspire me, Goddess! to my strains impart - The force of nature, and the grace of art. - - Now has the Night her dusky veil withdrawn, - And, softly blushing, peeps the smiling Dawn; - The lark, on quivering wings, amid the skies - Pours his shrill song, inviting her to rise; - The breathing Zephyrs just begin to play, - Waking the flowers to steal new sweets away: - And now with trembling steps, her swain to find, - Fair Delia hastens to the spot assign'd: - Her faithful Colin waits impatient there; - How raptured to regain his long-lost fair! - - COLIN. - - O happiness!--and am I then so blest? - Or does a heavenly dream possess my breast? - Has not her father sternly bid us part, - And for my rival claim'd his daughter's heart? - Has not my Delia sigh'd the sad adieu? - Have I not long been banish'd from her view? - Away, ye jealous fears! ye sorrows, flee! - This letter, this! revokes the dire decree. - And lo! she comes! she comes! but why so slow, - Pensive, and shy, as if oppress'd with wo? - My Delia!-- - - DELIA. - - Colin! (_They embrace._) - - COLIN. - - O my Delia! tell, - What dark ideas in thy bosom dwell. - Is not thy letter true? then give thy soul - To love and happiness without control. - - DELIA. - - O generous Colin! can'st thou, then, forget - The painful past, and love thy Delia yet? - Deem me not faithless; stern parental sway, - Spite of my tears, constrained me to obey. - - COLIN. - - Faithless? O no! I knew thy father's ire; - Thy filial virtue could not but admire; - Still did I hope, believe, and know thee true: - The pains I suffer'd thou did'st suffer too. - Now weep no more; this bids our sufferings cease, - This letter--heavenly messenger of peace!-- - That promises a more propitious fate; - But thou, sweet girl! the same blest news relate; - Chase from thy fancy every shade of fear; - Wipe from thy cheek that ill-beseeming tear; - And tell thy lover all;--he burns to hear. - - DELIA. - - When Damon first his amorous suit addrest - Thou long had'st reign'd the sovereign of my breast; - My love, my heart, my soul were vow'd to thee, - And none but Colin could have charms for me. - With scorn, thou know'st, his courtship I declined: - O, that my thoughts had sway'd my father's mind! - But Damon's ampler wealth, which I despised, - Too much, alas! my doting father prized. - What were thy words that sad, that trying hour, - When, in submission to paternal power, - I sacrificed the feelings of my heart, - And faltering told thee we were doom'd to part? - 'Part!--must we part, my Delia?' did'st thou say, - 'Alas! 'tis Virtue's law; we must obey; - But still, to render absence less severe, - Let us, my Love, Hope's pleasing dictates hear. - Little of Damon, yet, thy father knows: - Time his perfidious purpose will disclose; - Then will thy sire his hasty choice repent; - And to our loves, perhaps, may yield consent. - Meanwhile beware, my Delia, O beware! - Lest Damon's arts thine innocence insnare.' - Such were thy parting words. Now, Colin, hear! - Then will thy words prophetical appear. - Each night the favourite of my parents came - To boast the matchless ardour of his flame; - Still did he teaze me with his flattering strain;-- - Fool, to suppose his praise could make me vain! - At length a favouring hour the traitor chose, - And dared his wicked purpose to disclose. - - COLIN. - - Did he? O heaven! the impostor could not dare; - I would, my Love, thy Colin had been there! - - DELIA. - - Just then, most luckily, my sire returned: - Surprised, enraged, his Damon's guilt he learn'd: - Then banish'd him, (his advocate no more,) - With vengeful threats for ever from his door. - - COLIN. - - Look! how the glorious Sun, as he ascends, - His radiance o'er the dew-bright earth extends, - While the last fogs of conquer'd night retreat, - And Nature welcomes the reviving heat: - So thy returning smiles, indulgent fair! - Dispel my fears and every jealous care. - - DELIA. - - No less delight to me thy smiles impart, - Diffusing sunshine through my raptured heart; - Hope, like yon lark, has spread her drooping wings, - And, mounting up to heaven, her carol sings. - - COLIN. - - Observe, my Love, the beauties of the scene; - The youthful year puts forth its tender green; - Awakened Flora bids her flowerets rise, - Opening their colours to the genial skies; - Winter is fled; fair Spring's melodious voice - Whispers, in every balmy breeze, rejoice! - - DELIA. - - The sparkling rills dance warbling in their beds; - The trees with gladness lift their fresh, green heads; - From yonder wood responsive cuckoos sing; - The swallow skims the stream, and dips his wing. - - COLIN. - - Objects and sounds of joy! yet, Delia, these, - Unaided by thy presence, would not please; - Though thousand charms and harmonies unite, - Thy favour only crowns the full delight. - - DELIA. - - Now, Colin, duty summons me away; - Gladly I would, but must no longer stay. - - COLIN. - - When duty summons we resist in vain: - Yet tell me, kindest Delia, once again,-- - To give me courage unalarm'd to part, - And soothe, till next we meet, my restless heart,-- - O tell me art thou now for ever mine? - - DELIA. - - Yes, Colin, now I am for ever thine. - - - - - ECLOGUE. - - SUMMER. - - DAVID. - - My task is done; no further will I mow; - I faint with hunger, and with heat I glow. - Well, Giles, what cheer? how far behind you lag! - Badly your practice answers to your brag. - - GILES. - - Deuce take the scythe! no wonder I am last; - The wonder is I work'd my way so fast; - Sure such another never yet was made; - It's maker must have been a duller blade; - The bungling fool, might I his fault chastise, - Should use it for a razor till he dies. - - DAVID. - - Ha, ha, well said, young jester; though bereft - Of strength and patience, yet your wit is left. - But come, good friend, to dinner let us go; - Tired are my limbs, my wasted spirits low. - - GILES. - - Poor David! age is weak, soon jaded out; - I feel, as when beginning, fresh and stout; - Your easy task is ended, therefore dine: - I scorn refreshment till I finish mine. - - DAVID. - - Then to yon grassy bank I will retreat, - Shaded by willows from the oppressive heat; - There may we dine, and seated all at ease, - Imbibe fresh vigour with the cooling breeze. - - GILES. - - Curse his old arms! so nimble and so strong; - How calmly did he seem to creep along! - While I for conquest strove with eager pain, - And labour'd, sweated, panted--all in vain! - This awkward tool--yet no defect I see-- - The ground uneven--some cause must there be. - He the best mower? let it not be known; - No, crafty Giles, that secret is your own. - Fatigue, thirst, hunger, strongly urge me hence.-- - I'll e'en o'ertake him with some fair pretence. - - DAVID. - - Ha, ha, the foolish vanity of youth, - Such painful efforts to disguise the truth! - Who comes? what, Giles! so quickly change your mind? - Too wise, I thought, to tarry long behind. - - GILES. - - In one employment when good fellows meet, - They should together toil, together eat. - - DAVID. - - Here let us sit; against this trunk I'll lean, - You against that; the dinner placed between. - - GILES. - - Now rest we silent till our meal be done; - While in our ears sweet watery murmurs run. - - DAVID. - - Right! when the body feels recruited force, - More eloquently will the mind discourse. - - GILES. - - Now, David, I'll attempt a loftier strain; - Listen, and judge of my poetic vein. - See Phoebus his meridian height attains, - And, like a king, in all his splendour reigns; - Beneath his scorching radiance Nature lies - Feverish and faint; her beauteous verdure dies; - Oppress'd and panting with the sultry heat, - The flocks and herds to shades or streams retreat; - Through the still air no Zephyr dares to play, } - Lest his soft pinion melt in heat away; } - But if, to mitigate the solar ray, } - A lucid cloud should kindly intervene; - Then the glad Zephyrs sport beneath the grateful screen. - - DAVID. - - How beautiful the thoughts! and how sublime! - Rich is the language, and exact the rhyme. - Inform me, friend, are those fine strains your own? - They rise superior to the rustic tone. - - GILES. - - Why not be mine? does then the gift of song - To wealth and rank exclusively belong? - Fancy with choice unbribed her few selects, - Nor affluence, nor exalted birth respects; - The kingly mansion she will oft forsake, - Pleased with the shepherd her abode to make: - With me the kind Enchantress long has dwelt; - Long has my soul her inspirations felt. - - DAVID. - - I once the feelings of a poet knew; - (Though in my best of days no match for you,) - But now my genius yields to conquering time; - Yet still I keep my judgment and my rhyme; - Then what that judgment dictates I declare: - No tuneful shepherd can with you compare; - Although in many a county I have been, - And many a rural poet I have seen. - - GILES. - - O cease your high applauses, kindest friend! - For sure my merit they must far transcend. - How different men in different ways excel! - My forte is rhyming, your's is mowing well; - And while to me you deign in song to yield, - You bear the scythe triumphant through the field. - - DAVID. - - That only Youth, whose sweetly-flowing lays, - Resembling your's, deserve the second praise, - Dwelt near this place--or memory I lack-- - Yes! now I recollect--five summers back, - When to these parts for harvest-work I came, - How all the fields resounded with his fame. - The Bard I ne'er beheld; but heard the swains - Still, with delight, repeat his peerless strains: - Not less by Fortune, than the Muses, blest, - No cares of life disturb'd his peaceful breast; - For poesy alone his happy soul possest. - Did you not know that youth? - - GILES. - - Full well I knew; - Nor is he, David, quite unknown to you;-- - That Youth am I!--(with what surprize you gaze!) - Then was I blest indeed with golden days; - My parents' only child, at home I dwelt, - Indulged, caress'd, nor cares, nor wishes felt: - How did they joy my verses to peruse! - How praise each effort of my lisping Muse! - Then sweetly glided on the stream of time; - I tended flocks, or meditated rhyme. - Alas! my friend, those blissful hours are o'er, - My then-propitious stars now rule no more. - Long has my Father slept among the dead:-- - With his last breath my joys, my hopes all fled. - The wealth he left, which might our woes have eased, - His greedy creditors unpitying seized: - My Mother and myself (our sole resource) - For livelihood to labour took recourse. - - DAVID. - - Affecting tale! I've heard it with a tear. - - GILES. - - No longer sit we idly chatting here; - The village clock has struck; come, let us up! - To-night, friend David, we'll together sup. - - - - - EPISTLE TO A FRIEND. - - Has then, the Paphian Queen at length prevail'd? - Has the sly little Archer, whom my Friend - Once would despise, with all his boyish wiles, - Now taken ample vengeance, made thee feel - His piercing shaft, and taught thy heart profane - With sacred awe, repentant, to confess - The Son of Venus is indeed a God? - I greet his triumph; for he has but claim'd - His own; the breast that was by Nature form'd - And destined for his temple Love has claim'd. - - The great, creating Parent, when she breathed - Into thine earthly frame the breath of life, - Indulgently conferr'd on thee a soul - Of finer essence, capable to trace, - To feel, admire, and love, the fair, the good, - Wherever found, through all her various works. - And is not Woman, then, her fairest work, - Fairest, and oft her best? endowed with gifts - Potent to captivate, and softly rule - The hearts of all men? chiefly such as thou, - By partial Nature favour'd from the birth? - Why wast thou, then, reluctant to confess - The sovereignty of Love? so strangely deaf - Through half thy genial season to the voice - Of Nature, kindly calling thee to taste - Felicity congenial to thy soul? - This was the secret cause:--inscrutable - To vulgar minds, who fancied thee foredoom'd - To celibacy, for thyself alone - Existing; but I rightlier judged my Friend-- - The cause was this: there lurk'd within thy breast - A visionary flame; for, while retired - In solitude, on classic lore intent, - Thy fancy, to console thee for the loss - Of female intercourse, conceived a Maid, - With each soft charm, each moral grace, adorn'd, - Fit Empress of thy soul; and oft would Hope - Gaze on the lovely phantom, till at length - She dared to stand on disappointment's verge, - Anticipating such thy future bride. - What wonder, then, that Chloe's golden locks - Should weave no snare for thee? that Delia's eyes, - So darkly bright, should innocently glance, - Nor dart their lightnings through thy kindling frame? - That many a Fair should unregarded pass, - So far unlike the picture in thy mind? - At last, in happy hour, my Friend beheld - Partial, a Maid of mild, engaging mien, - Of artless manners, affable, and gay, - Yet modestly reserved, with native taste - Endued, with genuine feeling, with a heart - Expansive, generous, and a mind well-taught, - Well-principled in things of prime concern. - Still, as, with anxious doubt, thou didst pursue - The delicate research, new virtues dawn'd - Upon thy ravish'd view:--'twas She!--'twas She! - Then marvelling Fancy saw her image live; - And Hope her dream fulfill'd; then triumph'd Love; - And Nature was obeyed.-- - - Yet still suspense - Reign'd awful in thy breast, for who could stand - Between the realms of happiness and pain, - Waiting his sentence fearless? O my Friend! - What was thy transport, when the gracious Maid - With virgin blushes and approving smile - Received thy vows, consented to be thine? - - Now, then, let Friendship gratulate thy lot, - Supremely blest! and let her fondly hope - That, while the names of Husband, Father, thrill - Thy soul with livelier joy, thou wilt, at times, - Remember still, well pleased, the name of Friend. - - - - - TO DELILLE. - - Amid the jingle of the rhyming throng - I mark with transport some diviner song; - Sweet to their native heaven the strains aspire, - Commanding silence to the vulgar quire; - Apollo smiles, and all the tongues of Fame - Through the poetic realm Delille proclaim. - - O let a British Bard, admiring, greet - Thy glorious triumph, and thy praise repeat! - When merit claims the panegyric lay, - Envy he scorns, and joys the debt to pay. - Painter of Nature hail! to thee belong - Unrivall'd talents for descriptive song: - While others, fired with more ambitious views, - Invoke the Epic, or the Tragic Muse, - And, throned in Glory's temple, shine sublime, - Proud of their laurel-wreaths that fear not Time, - Thy Genius fondly stoops to softer themes, - The landscape's beauties--flowers, and groves, and streams, - And round his brows in modest triumph wears - A simple garden-wreath, but ever green, as theirs. - - What though, some critics, in their taste severe, - Turn from thy subject a disdainful ear, - Demanding still, their duller minds to strike, - War, passion, plot, surprises--and the like? - Yet will true Taste, that ranges unconfined, - And feels the charms of every various kind, - Oft quit Voltaire, or Corneille, to peruse, - Delille! the milder beauties of thy Muse; - Oft love, with thee, through rural scenes to stray, - And sweetly study Nature in thy lay. - - But, ah! what boldness does thy breast inspire? - Say, wilt thou dare to touch the Mantuan lyre? - Long has thy country wish'd that classic spoil, - Yet, of her tongue distrustful, shunn'd the toil; - O cease then!--but thy hand essays the strings,-- - Amazement!--Fancy cries, 'tis Virgil sings! - The same thy numbers, so correctly free, - So full of sweetness, full of majesty! - - Now, France, exult! nor view with envy more - Surrounding nations rich in Roman lore; - Delille has sung; then glory in his name, - Engraved, immortal, on the rolls of Fame. - - - - - ODE - - WRITTEN ON THE NIGHT OF THE ILLUMINATIONS FOR - LORD HOWE'S VICTORY ON 1ST JUNE, 1793. - - Whence the shouts of public joy, - Whence the galaxies of light, - That strike the deafen'd ear? - That charm the dazzled sight? - While Night, arrested in her highest way, - Stands wondering at the scene, and doubtful of her sway? - Hark! Fame exalts her voice:-- - 'Britannia triumphs, let her sons rejoice! - The Gallic Foe, that dared her vengeance brave, - Lies whelm'd in death beneath the blood-stain'd wave; - Britannia thunder'd o'er the rebel main, - His distant billows heard, and own'd her awful reign.' - - Be hush'd my soul! in still amazement mourn! - O fly the giddy train! - From their inhuman transports turn - With pity,--with disdain! - Strip, strip, from Victory the fair disguise, - And let her own dire form appal thine eyes! - Ah, mark her triumphs in yon hideous scene! - Myriads of brother-men untimely slain; - Hear the deep groan, survey the dying mien, - Convulsed with agonies of pain; - And hark! what cries of wretchedness resound - Throughout the troubled air! - Widows and Orphans doom'd a helpless prey - To famine and despair! - And does ambition glory? Oh! the shame! - The direful outrage to the human name! - Nature herself is moved, the blushing stars retire, - And sudden storms denounce high heaven's awaken'd ire. - - See the black firmament divide! - The almighty sword, with heavenly lustre bright, - Flashes on the sight - Terrific glory, dazzling mortal pride; - The parted concave closes, while around - Deep, rushing peals resound, - Scatter the clouds, in airy tempest hurl'd, - And shake the solid pillars of the world. - As breathing from the tomb, - A death-like stillness reigns, - Save that in Fancy's jealous ear - A sad, prophetic breeze complains - Of some impending doom, - While every soul is lost in vacancy and fear. - - Now while Ambition lies in sleep unblest, - Portentous visions haunt his guilty breast: - Borne on a trophied car, sublime he goes - Amid the gazing crowd, - Who shout his triumphs loud; - With haughty bliss his flatter'd spirit glows:-- - Sudden deserted and alone, - Confused, alarm'd, in dreary shades unknown, - He hears the wild waves beat the shore, - The din of battle roar:-- - 'Tis silence! frowning vengeful from the gloom, - Before his shrinking eyes - Unnumber'd spectres rise, - Point to their bleeding wounds, and sternly curse their doom: - The conscious Murderer starts, the thunders roll, - And hell's dread chaos yawns on his despairing soul. - - But when the morn exerts her cheering power, - And guilt-alarming darkness disappears, - Wilt thou, Ambition! slight the warning hour, - And fondly strive to dissipate thy fears? - Yet wilt thou dare fulfil - The madness of thy will? - Kindle round earth the wasteful flames of strife, - And glut the fiends of war with human life? - Then mask with glory's name thy murderous cause, - While fond, deluded mortals shout applause? - Yet madly wilt thou dare?-- - Devoted Wretch! forbear!-- - Cries of the living, curses of the dead, - Have claim'd thy destined head; - And that same Power, whose mighty hand - Once humbled thine aspiring flight, - And hurl'd thee, with thy rebel band, - Down to the deeps of hell and night, - Now warns no more; that Power no longer spares, - Thy sentence he hath fix'd, thy fate he now prepares. - - - - - ODE - - TO HORROR. - - I felt thee, Horror! rush upon my soul, - Thy hideous band my frighted fancy saw; - Spare me, O spare me! cease thy dire controul, - And let my trembling hand the vision draw. - - Lo! what terrific Forms around thee wait, - The monstrous births abhorr'd of Mind and Fate! - Murder, with blood of innocence defiled; - Despair, deep-groaning; Madness screaming wild; - Mid clouds of smoke, the fire-eyed Fury, War, - Through gore and mangled flesh whirl'd in her thundering car; - Plague, sallow Hag! who arms her breath - With thousand viewless darts of death; - And Earthquake, image of the final doom, - That, bursting fierce his anguish'd mother's womb, - Whelms nations in the yawning jaws of night, - And palsies mighty Nature with affright. - Amid that direful band - I see thee, Horror! stand, - With bloodless visage, terror-frozen stare, - Distorted, ice-bound limbs, and bristling hair, - Thy shivering lips bereft of speech and breath, - In monstrous union life combined with death. - I see thee still, O Horror! and in thee - Methinks an image of myself I see; - For, while I gaze with fear-fixed sight, - O Horror! thy Gorgonian might - Turns me to stone: dread tyrant, O forbear! - To view thee I no longer dare.-- - - I feel my throbbing heart respire. - Again my fancy with unquell'd desire, - O Horror! courts thee, trembling owns thy power. - Come, let us now, at this congenial hour, - While midnight tempests sweep - With bellowing rage the ship-ingulfing deep, - While thunders roar, and livid lightnings blaze, - Let us on that dread, watery chaos gaze. - Or from the peopled vale, below, - Uplooking, see, from lofty Alpine crown, - The rolling mass of snow, - Into a mountain grown, - Rush overwhelming down. - Or let us, in Numidian desert drear, - The roar of prowling beasts, and hiss of serpents hear; - Or bask by blazing city; or explore, - On Etna's brink, the sulphurous mouth of hell, - And hear the fiery flood tempestuous roar, - And hear the damn'd in hotter torments yell. - Or wilt thou, Horror! haunt the villain's breast, - In dismal solitude, by thought opprest; - Where guilty Conscience fetter'd lies, - Turn'd all her shrinking lidless eyes - Full to the blaze of truth's unclouded sun, - And struggles, still in vain, her pangs, herself to shun? - Ah!--now more hideous grows thine air; - With direr aspect ne'er dost thou appear, - To fright weak Beings in this earthly sphere; - Faint semblance of thy most tremendous mien, - As, in Tartarean gulfs of endless night, - By agonizing demons thou art seen: - But oh! what living eye could bear that sight? - To look on it e'en Fancy does not dare.-- - Oh! may I ne'er be doom'd to see thee, Horror! there! - - - - - ODE - - TO HOPE. - - Thou Cherub fair! in whose blue, sparkling eye - New joys, anticipated, ever play; - Celestial Hope! with whose all-potent sway - The moral elements of life comply; - At thy melodious voice their jarrings cease, - And settle into order, beauty, peace; - How dear to memory that thrice-hallow'd hour - Which gave Thee to the world, auspicious Power! - Sent by thy parent, Mercy, from the sky, - Invested with her own all-cheering ray, - To dissipate the thick, black cloud of fate - Which long had shrouded this terrestrial state, - What time fair Virtue, struggling with despair, - Pour'd forth to pitying heaven her saddest soul in prayer: - Then, then she saw the brightening gloom divide, - And Thee, sweet Comforter! adown thy rainbow glide. - From the veil'd awful future, to her view - Scenes of immortal bliss thou didst disclose; - With faith's rapt eye she hail'd the vision true, - Spurn'd the base earth, and smiled upon her woes. - - - Thou Sovereign of the human soul - Whose influence rules without controul! - Unlike thy gloomy rival, Fear, - Abhorr'd, usurping Demon! who constrains - The shuddering spirit in his icy chains: - O Hope! be thou for ever near; - Keep the dread tyrant far away, - And all my willing, grateful bosom sway. - Each coming hour, that smiles with promise sweet, - In thy bright, spotless mirror let me greet, - And fondly passive to thy dictates, deem - Those smiling hours all heavenly as they seem: - Should changeful Fortune, hostile in her mood, - With storms and thunder arm her meteor-car, - And 'gainst me summon all her host to war, - Rouse thou, kind Power! the champion Fortitude, - With his well-tempered shield - To brave the threatening field. - Amid that scene of woes and mental strife - Let thy sweet, distant whisper soothe my ear, - Inviting Fancy far from mortal life, - To wander, blest, her own-created sphere. - Do thou her glowing thought possess, - And let her fairy pencil draw, - Free, and unconscious of thy law, - Fair images of Happiness; - Of that celestial form which lives imprest - Indelible, eternal, in thy breast. - E'en in the dead calm of the mind, - When Fancy sleeps, thou yet be kind; - O Hope! still let thy golden pinions play, - The unbreathing void to cheer, and shed a glancing ray! - - - - - ODE - - TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. - - This, this is inspiration's hour! - Poetic Genius, rushing on my soul, - Rouses her every sense, her every power, - And with a force too mighty to controul - Inspires the warm, enthusiastic song: - Now will I sing, O Wellington! of thee; - To thee my plausive strains, of right, belong; - For thee my lyre shall pour its choicest harmony. - Long have I fondly mused the theme sublime; - And from my grateful heart of patriot flame - In secret, offer'd incense to thy name; - But dared not with unhallow'd rhyme - Profane the British Hero's fame. - Thrice welcome this propitious time! - Now, joining with my Country's minstrel-band, - Thy deeds, O Wellington! will I rehearse - In lofty never-dying verse, - To which Britannia's self shall deign - To lend a listening ear, - While in thy military, swift career - Triumphantly she leads thee by the hand, - And proudly thrones thee high in glory's fane. - - - In yonder eastern climes afar - What dawning light attracts the Muse's eye?-- - She feels the influence of her ruling star, - And with an eagle's gaze, an eagle's wings, - As to Apollo's self, transported, springs-- - 'Tis Wellington in Victory's brilliant car, - Who his triumphal progress has begun; - Around him honour's sun - Shoots forth its orient ray: - In wondering India's sky - He rises like the God of day. - Greet him, O England! greet thy conquering Son! - O! could'st thou but foresee - The events of dark futurity, - How would'st thou, then, adore the name of Wellington! - Know!--he shall soon thy thunders wield - In many a European field, - Confound thy haughty foes with dread amaze, - And fill the dazzled world with his meridian blaze. - - To Europe's frighten'd eyes - What scenes of horror rise! - See, from the darkness of the infernal world, - Where with the rebel demons he was hurl'd, - See, Revolution rears his hydra-head! - Ill-fated Gallia is his destined prey. - Thither the Monster makes his furious way; - And with a loud, ferocious yell, - That strikes the earth with dread, - And spreads delight through hell, - He summons all his hideous train, - To strengthen and support his reign. - Broke are the bonds of social life, - All kindred, all domestic ties; - Mid scenes of anarchy and civil strife, - Mid plots, cabals, and murderous rivalries, - Eager for prey, with licence unconfined - Range the fierce Passions of the human mind, - Ambition, Avarice, Anger, Vengeance, Hate: - With frantic men rejoicing devils howl, - And all hell's ravenous blood-hounds barking prowl. - O could oblivion veil that direst page of fate! - The revolutionary storm subsides.-- - Lo! now, proud Gallia's Genius towers on high; - O'er half Europa he already strides, - And glorying in his might threats earth and sky; - The neighbouring nations, vanquish'd to his sway, - Like abject slaves his tyrant power obey. - What conqueror leads the Gallic armies on? - Fortune's loved child, Ambition's darling son, - 'Tis the French Emperor, great Napoleon: - And subject to his high imperial will, - His warlike marshals his commands fulfil. - What can resist their overwhelming force? - Has Liberty no succour? no resource? - She has! she has! O save her, Wellington! - Ere yet unhappy Spain be forced to yield, - Fly with Britannic forces to the field, - And pluck the noblest palm thou yet hast won. - - The memory of Talavera's day - Still strikes our foes with wonder and dismay; - There did the Briton soldier boldly claim - The honour due to his illustrious name. - - On Torres-Vedras' height, - Like Jove upon the Olympian steep, - When he defied the Giant-race to fight, - Thy station calmly didst thou keep, - Despite the vengeful threats of boasting France. - How didst thou long to see her powers advance! - But no: the veteran Chief, Massena, fled. - Swiftly thy ardent troops his flight pursue; - His soldiers fall in crowds; Confusion, Fear, - And Slaughter dog them in the rear; - Famine and Desolation meet their van. - Spaniard with Portuguese in vengeance vies; - New toils they still encounter, dangers new, - Thus Fortune's Favourite, this unconquer'd man - Accomplishes his haughty boast: - Home he returns with less than half his host; - His baggage, ordnance, thine, brave Wellington! - And all his wreaths in former warfare won. - - So Albion, throned upon her rocky seat, - Sees the proud-swelling billows idly beat; - Resistance needs not their assaults to foil; - Shrinking into themselves, they straight recoil, - Leaving foam, dirt, and sea-weed at her feet. - - On Douro's banks - Methinks I view the hostile, threatening ranks; - The Lord of war to battle calls:-- - Hark! through the affrighted sky - Bursts the dread cannons' roar; - While thousand slaughterous balls - In vollies whizzing fly. - See, see, the Gallic Captain falls! - His bold achievements now are o'er. - The Britons shout, and rush into the field; - The French dishearten'd yield: - What heaps of wounded, slain, - O'er all the encumber'd plain! - They now resist no more.-- - Hail Wellington! - The battle's won! - The voices of Renown the tidings spread: - Exulting England echoes thy applause; - Ambitious Gallia hears thy name with dread; - While European Freedom lifts her head, - And hails the great Defender of her cause. - Hero of England, with admiring eyes - We trace in thee the noble qualities - That constitute the Chief complete: - In others, oft, they singly shine; - In thee they all united meet, - And in one galaxy their rays combine. - - Nature has given thee an intrepid heart, - That ever glows with patriotic flame, - And with the impassion'd love of martial fame. - And gifted, too, thou art - With a strong, hardy frame, - Patient of toils and hardships. In thy mind - Deep judgment with sagacity we find; - Coolness and firmness in rare union join'd. - In tactics versed, in all the rules of art, - By long experience taught, thou play'st the Chieftain's part. - - Lo, now! in vision rapt, I view - The far-famed plains of Waterloo. - As slowly, dimly dawns the morning-light, - Around the battle-field I cast my sight; - Thrill'd with delight severe, with awe opprest, - My labouring heart throbs wildly in my breast. - Hail fellow-countrymen! I trust in you, - And in your great Commander too; - Hail valiant Britons! hail brave Wellington! - Full many a conquest have ye gain'd; - O! may another, now, be soon obtain'd! - But yonder see the great Napoleon! - Secure of victory he proudly stands, - Surrounded by his choicest veteran bands, - Who welcome with loud shouts their long-loved Chief, - From Elba's isle return'd, from exile brief; - They idolize him as the warrior-God, - And burn with zeal to obey his voice, his nod. - The opponent armies on each other gaze, - And look defiance though the view dismays. - - Sudden the French artillery rends the skies; - And the Britannic instantly replies; - Hundreds of brazen throats shoot forth afar - Their iron globes, those thunderbolts of war; - Hundreds of soldiers fall upon the plain; - Some shot, expire; more, wounded, writhe in pain. - The cavalries to combat fiercely dash, - And like two comets 'gainst each other clash; - Horses and men roll mingled on the ground, - Confusion, slaughter, horror all around. - Regiments of infantry form quick the square, - And the fierce-charging horsemen firmly dare; - In vain to break them every means they try, - The troops well-disciplined, the attempts defy. - Long time in dread suspense the strife remains, - While heaps of dead and wounded load the plains. - - Angel of Britain! guard our Hero's life! - On that, on that depends the upshot of the fight. - How does Napoleon's soul indignant burn! - Resolving, now, his last resource to try, - And urge his desperate way to victory, - He straight commands a vast, o'erpowering force - Of infantry, artillery, and horse, - The centre of his stubborn foe to turn. - Ah! now tremendous grows the strife, - On either side they war as Furies now; - What deluges of blood! what waste of life! - How will the mighty struggle finish?--how?-- - Thank heaven! 'tis o'er,--the French, driven back, retire; - Again I breathe--more freely I respire. - Lo! Bulow with the Prussian force appears! - The British Chief with joy his cannon hears, - And, flush'd with confidence, exulting cries, - We'll conquer yet; advance, my friends, advance! - Shouting they spring upon their enemies; - See, Wellington! the great Napoleon flies!-- - Britannia, yet again, has triumph'd over France! - - - - - DESCRIPTION OF A CONFLAGRATION. - - 'Tis night:--the busy, ceaseless noise of day - No more is heard; the now-deserted-streets - Lie dark and silent;--London's weary swarms - Rest in profound repose. Hark! a loud cry - Frightens the silence;--'tis the cry of fire! - I hear the dissonance of rattling wheels, - The tread of hasty feet, the doleful sigh - Of sympathy, and terror's thrilling shriek:-- - O mercy heaven!-- - - Behold the fiery Pest! - See, how the flames climb up the lofty walls, - Involve their prey, and greedily devour: - The crowd exert their efforts to controul - The spreading bane; some labour to supply - The numerous engines; others bear aloft - The pliant tubes, guiding their watery store - Amid the fiercer fire; on ladders some - Ascending, scale the walls, and undeterr'd, - Their dangerous office ply; some wildly haste - To save their properties: 'tis bustle all, - And noisy tumult. Doubtful for a time - The strife remains; where'er the Burning winds - His flamy spires, the well-directed streams, - Incessant spouting, damp the sickening flames, - Repelling their advance; but, oft repulsed, - As oft they rally with recruited strength: - Alternate in the mind rise hope and fear. - Tumbles a roof with clattering noise, the sky - Lightens, a burst of clamour!--all is hush'd - In awful stillness, save that from beneath - The ruins fall'n is heard a muttering sound, - As if the Demon of the element - In indignation menaced dire revenge. - Ah! now, unchain'd by some mysterious Power, - Some Fiend of air, in league with That of fire, - The wind begins to howl; its breath awakes - The sleepy flames;--loud and more loud it howls, - And rushes on them with collected might; - Before the driving spirit burst the flames - In a redoubled tempest, and deride - Opposing man. See! how they proudly toss - Their many heads on high, and through the vault - Of darkness fling a sad, malignant day: - Look! with what fury, what resistless rage, - From street to street the fiery Deluge pours - His rapid billows, swallowing everything - In horrible destruction; lowly roofs, - And gorgeous mansions, lofty spires and domes - Capacious, on whose fair, majestic tops, - As on her throne exalted, Art assumed - Her noblest honours, whose firm pillars braved - Storms, and the still-corroding course of years; - These, these with all their wealth, the various stores - Of luxury and commerce, to the flames - Abandon'd, sink an undefended prey, - Swelling the general wreck; unheeded sink - By their possessors, flying for their lives: - Cries, groans, laments, on every side resound. - - Sudden a magazine of nitrous grain - Bursts in a blazing column to the clouds; - The dread explosion shakes the solid ground, - And through the skies in lengthening thunder rolls: - Driven by the furious overwhelming blast - To distance round, the burning fragments fall - On every side; see, see, yon ships catch fire, - Their rigging's in a blaze; affrighted Thames - Shrinks from the sight; his waters cast a gleam - Portentous, dismal, like the light of hell. - - Before the Conflagration numbers fly - Frighted, in throngs precipitate, to seek - A refuge in the distant fields secure, - Which, cover'd thick with victims of distress, - Present a wretched world. There Youth, surprised - By hard experience, learns, alas! too soon - The destiny of Man; and from those eyes - Where expectation and unclouded joy - Serenely shone, the streams of sorrow flow: - There helpless Age, robb'd of the scanty means - A life of labour earn'd, driven from his home - To wander, destitute, the vale of years, - Yields to despondence, tears his hoary locks, - Falls on the ground, and eagerly implores - Rest in the grave: there, gazing on the fires, - The tender Mother stands,--her frenzied soul - Glares from her look, her bosom heaves a groan, - She hugs her crying infant to her heart, - Despairing, lost: what countless forms of wo! - Lethargic some, and mute; some, giving loose - To their distracted feelings, rave aloud - In all the clamorous vehemence of grief. - - The din subsides;--a voice, distinctly heard, - A frantic voice exclaims, my child! my child! - My child is in the flames!--Oh! horrible!-- - What succour? what resource? the roaring wind - More fiercely blows, the Burning pours along, - The skies are lighten'd, Uproar opens wide - His thousand mouths, Danger and Ruin prowl - At large with boundless license, all is doubt - And consternation, one tempestuous sea - Of wretchedness, one chaos of despair. - - Seized with wild fear Imagination sees - The elements broke loose, Time on the brink - Of dread Eternity, with all the signs - Of that tremendous period when the dead - Shall rise to judgment--hush'd in solemn awe-- - Listening the trump of doom.-- - - Thus raged the storm, - Till the great God of heaven in mercy bade - The wind be silent, bade the gathering clouds - Pour down abundant rain; the raging Fires, - In prompt obedience to the sovereign will - Of their Creator, dwindled and expired. - - - - - TO SPRING. - - Fairest and loveliest of the sun-born train - That o'er the varying year alternate reign; - Whose eye, soft-beaming with thy father's fire, - Fond Nature woos with ever-fresh desire, - Enchanting Spring! O let thy votary's lay - Invite thy angel smile, thy genial sway! - - Still do thy beauties, to my partial heart, - Whene'er I gaze, superior joys impart: - When winter's cloudy veil thou draw'st away } - And, vested with the sun's mild, dewy ray, } - First to the longing earth thy charms thou dost display; } - Or when Aurora, to the lark's gay song, - Full of thy spirit, lightly trips along; - With joyful kisses greets the first-born flowers, - And o'er them breathes thy warm, refreshing showers; - Or when, on shadowy pillow in the west, - Fann'd by thy gentlest Zephyrs into rest, - Eve sweetly dozes, whilst, as in a dream, - She sees the glimmerings of the solar beam - O'er the dim landscape languishingly stray, - On ocean's smiling face reflected play, - Fade in the purple ether's darkening hues, - And vernal peace and joy o'er earth diffuse. - - More grateful strains, O Spring! thy favours claim, - Shine on thy beauties, and endear thy name. - While Winter's winds thy new-born charms deface, - And the young Year starves in his cold embrace, - The Hours, by stealth advancing, bear away, - And on thy lap, with smiles of pleasure, lay - The shivering Babe; new vigour there he gains, - And spreads thy various treasures o'er the plains. - - The joyous Naiades, from their icy bands - Unfetter'd, dance and warble o'er the lands; - The Dryads feel thy genial breath, and raise - Their heads, new-crown'd with leaves, and whisper praise; - The plumy warblers wake their amorous strains; - The herds and flocks sport o'er the fresh, green plains; - Fancy and Hope return the mind to bless, - A paradise she sees and dreams of happiness. - - Come, then, indulgent Ruler of the year, - Sweet Spring! to grateful Nature ever dear! - From the blest regions of Elysian day, - Climes favour'd high with thy perennial sway, - O deign to come! and let our raptured eyes - View thee, as through a veil, in these obscurer skies. - - Methinks, I see thee coming from afar, - Thy beauty decks Apollo's mounting car; - The tyrant of the north with dazzled sight - Beholds, and, yielding, meditates his flight; - His dread, petrific rod he long has broke, - And freed glad Nature from his icy yoke; - She lifts her head, and hails the approaching hour - When she shall feel thy more propitious power. - - O haste thy progress, and exert thy sway! - In all thy charms, on some thrice-hallow'd day, - When the soft-whispering air to Fancy's ears - Wafts the celestial music of the spheres, - While Pleasures, Loves, and Graces round thee fly, - Glide on a sun-beam down the clear, blue sky; - Crown'd with a myrtle-wreath, begin thy reign; - Bid lingering Winter fly with all his train; - Pour forth thy favours o'er this western isle, - And let each grateful eye reflect thy smile. - - - - - TO WINTER. - - No longer Beauty's many-colour'd robe - Adorns the autumnal scene; no longer play - The Zephyrs with her tresses; she has fled - To happier regions, and has left the year - Naked and void of charms; the leafless woods - Tremble no more with rapture at the voice - Of harmony: ah! how is Nature changed! - Silent, and sad, she anxiously awaits - Thy coming, mighty King! and, as the sun - Less bright, less ardent, more and more declines - Towards the horizon, with alarm she marks - Thy shadow lengthening in the nightly shade - And towering o'er her, prostrate as she lies, - More threatening, more gigantic; till, at length, - Boreas, thy harbinger, forth-rushing fierce, - Tears from chill'd Autumn's head the withering Crown, - And blustering loud in her affrighted ear, - O Winter! tells thy terrible approach. - - Behold! in awful majesty thou comest! - On huge, black clouds, that through the encumber'd sky, - Before the northern blast, sail slowly on, - Thou ridest sublime; aloft in ether towers - Thy giant form; thy formidable frown - Blackens the night; thy threatening voice, sent forth - Upon the impetuous winds, affrights the world. - Yet dare I welcome thee, terrific Power! - Dread Winter, hail! thy terrors fill my soul - With a delightful awe; I love to trace - Thy varying scenes, the wonders of thy reign. - Thy Ministers await thy sovereign will, - And, in the secret regions of the air, - In cloudy magazines prepare thy stores - Of snow, and rain, and hail. At thy command - Frost, that invisible, mysterious Power, - Breathes upon Nature, and thou see'st her soon - An unresisting captive, bound in ice; - Vainly she mourns, till, at thy bidding, Thaw - With his damp, misty standard, from the south - Comes creeping silently, and sets her free; - She weeps for joy. Ah! now thou dost unchain - The Demon of the tempest, to exert - On tortured Nature thy tyrannic might; - Fierce on the whirlwind's wing he rushes forth - With dreadful bellowings, hurling all around - Destructive deluges of rain, snow, hail, - In wildest discord, and chaotic war - Mingling earth, sea, and sky. All-potent Lord! - Dread Winter! though Sublimity appears - Thy chief attendant, and partakes thy throne; - Yet Beauty often visits thee, and dares, - In many a scene, with the more powerful charms - Of her majestic sister to combine - Her pleasing graces: I delight to view - Thy snowy robe of purest, glowing white, - The clear, blue skies, the cheerful evergreen - Amid the wintry desert, from whose boughs - The little redbreast chirps; the trees and herbs - With snow and hoarfrost fringed, to fancy's eye - Presenting pictured shapes, and, when the sun - Sheds o'er them his effulgence, sparkling keen - With million living particles of light. - - But with far nobler transport I survey - Thy nightly scene, O Winter! when by frost - Refined and clear'd, the pure transpicuous air - Through her thin, azure veil, to wondering man - Displays the unclouded heavens, myriads of stars - Shining in all their glory: at the view - Rapt Contemplation, in her car of light, - Expatiates in the interminable space, - Ranging from world to world, from sun to sun, - O'erwhelm'd with wonder and astonishment, - And sacred awe, till lifting up her eyes, - She sees Religion, from the opening gate - Of heaven itself, on her seraphic wings - Smiling descend; she feels her power divine, - And raptured hymns the great Creator's praise. - - - - - THE DESPERATION AND MADNESS OF GUILT. - - In depth of loneliest wood, amid the din - Of midnight storm and thunder, spoke Despair, - While Horror, shuddering, heard that voice alone. - Oh! load of guilt! relentless misery! - Still, ever still the same where'er I fly; - No peace, no hope, not one poor moment's glimpse - Through all the blackness of eternity! - Monster of direst guilt! this mother's hand - Murder'd my babe, my new-born innocent. - I seek not mercy, no!--long sought in vain - While conscience prey'd upon my secret heart, - Wasting its life in agonizing groans, - And floods of scalding tears,--but now no more; - Those pangs are past, this heart is wither'd, dead! - Changed all to crime, all rottenness and stench; - 'Twould taint creation were it not confined. - Parch'd are these eyes, their sorrows turn'd to ice, - A mountain of impenetrable ice, - In whose unfathom'd centre lies my soul, - Imprison'd, numb'd, buried in conscious death. - O could I cease to think! cease quite to be! - O could I live in torments! writhe in hell! - Raptures to this! Rouse, rouse to life, my soul, - In madness of despair, O burst thy tomb; - Call God and devils to behold thy guilt, - And blast thee. (_It lightens._) - See, what sudden blaze! they come! - Welcome, O welcome! follow me, look there! - There lies my murder'd babe:--now strike!--avenge! - (_It thunders._) - Overwhelming stroke! - (_She falls upon the ground insensible:-- - at length, coming to herself_)-- - Ah! am I conscious still? - Not blasted then?--does this one little spark - Amidst a universe of solid gloom - Still live? I'll try to quench it with my blood. - Come, dagger, pierce, pierce deep; I feel thy point; - My blood flows fast, it animates my heart. - The gathering cloud of death grows thick and dark, - It hangs oppressive on my swimming sight: - See, see, the Spirit of my murder'd child - Comes with a troop of demons to conduct - My soul to hell;--they seize me for their prey, - They drag me down: Oh! horror! horror! oh! - (_She dies._) - - - - - ON HEARING THE NIGHTINGALE. - - Thanks for thy song, sweet Bird! thanks for thy song! - O! 'twas delightful; how have I been lost - As in a blissful dream! how has my soul - Been wafted in a sea of melody! - Scarce yet am I awake, yet scarce myself: - Still with the enchanting music's dying breath - The air is kept in motion, and conveys - Sweet whispers to the finely-listening ear; - Or is it but an echo from the cell - Of memory that deludes my doating sense? - Ah! now 'tis gone; Silence resumes her sway, - And o'er my hearing spreads her subtile web; - But she resumes it, changed, methinks, in nature, - More soft, more amiable, as if inform'd - With the departed soul of harmony. - - Thanks for thy song, sweet Bird! it well deserves - All my heart's gratitude; for it has still'd - Its anxious throbbings, and removed the load - Of sadness that oppress'd the springs of life: - More lightly now it beats, and welcomes back - The glowing tide of health, and conscious feels - The blessing of existence. It imparts - To all my frame reanimating force; - My nerves partake of its elastic spring; - No longer falsely sentient, they receive - The just impression from external things, - Vibrate harmoniously to Nature's touch, - And in her general concert bear a part. - - Thanks, sweetest Bird! enchanting Nightingale! - How by the magic influence of thy song, - How am I changed from what, of late, I was! - And every object, too, how seems it changed! - This wood, when first I enter'd it, appear'd - To Fancy's eye the haunt of Melancholy, - Her dreariest haunt, where, in her saddest mood, - The Goddess loved to dwell;--'twas lonesome gloom, - And awful stillness all: I felt her power; - The imaginative Spirit she o'erwhelm'd - With a mysterious load of shapeless feeling: - Her leaden hand oppress'd my labouring heart; - Upon the ground I sank,--scarce sensible, - And buried, as it were, in conscious death. - - With what soft influence, what resistless power, - Did thy mellifluous strain, kind Philomel! - Insinuate itself into my ear, - Melting its dull unwillingness to listen, - And opening soon a passage to my heart! - But thou beginn'st again, be hush'd my soul! - O wondrous power of heavenly harmony! - See, Philomel! the Goddess of the night, - Charm'd with thy strains her cloudy veil withdraws, - And pays thee with a smile of gratitude; - A smile that to her beauty adds new charms, - Enchanting heaven and earth, while Melancholy, - Sighing away her sadness, lifts her head, - And, gazing on her tutelary Power - With eyes reflecting soft her dewy light, - Feels her divinest inspiration steal - Into her melting soul, absorb'd in heaven. - My sympathizing heart with bliss o'erflows. - Thanks sweetest Nightingale! thanks for thy song! - Long on this night shall grateful memory doat; - And oft to this loved wood will I return. - - - - - TO PAGANINI. - - Long to the world have all the mouths of Fame, - O Paganini! thunder'd forth thy name; - Nations have vied their plausive voice to raise, - And swell the general chorus of thy praise. - Though not so loud, more dear the applause to thee - Of all the favour'd sons of harmony, - Who, with one full consent, admiring own } - Thee as their master--monarch--thee alone; } - And humbly bow before thee on thy throne. } - - O'er all musicians thou stand'st far apart; - Thou hast created for thyself an art. - As, in the natural world, around the sun - The planets their career of brightness run, - Each moving in an orbit of its own, - And all obeying laws to science known. - Musicians thus, each blest with his degree - Of talent by the God of harmony, - Shine forth distinguish'd in their several ways, - While every one the rules of art obeys. - We calculate the merits of their name, - And pay them their proportion'd share of fame. - Not thus in Honour's region thou career'st; - Thou comet-like to fancy's ken appear'st, - Like comet, blazing in its bold career, - That leaves behind the planetary sphere, - And rushes towards the centre of the sun - Till with Apollo's self it seems but one. - - A Genius, an Original, art thou, - Such as the astounded world ne'er heard till now. - When thou dost take thy magic bow in hand - What mortal ear the enchantment can withstand? - Transported, we admire thy peerless skill; - Thou movest our feelings, passions, at thy will; - With fear we tremble, we with anger glow, - Soft from our eyes the tears of pity flow; - Or when thou play'st a gay, fantastic strain, - From mirth and laughter who can then refrain? - Such is thy music's power to rule the heart, - Thou may'st be call'd the Shakspeare of thine art. - - - - - TO FANCY. - - O! what a nameless feeling of delight - Stole o'er my wondering spirit, like a gleam - From opening heaven!--dost thou, then, Fancy, deign - Once more to visit me? thou dost! thou dost! - That breath of extacy, that heavenly light, - Flow'd from the wafture of thy angel wings, - And from thy smiling eyes: divinest Power! - Welcome, thrice welcome! O vouchsafe to make - My breast thy temple, and my heart thy shrine! - Still will I worship thee, and thou shalt keep, - In peace, thy new abode, nor fear the approach - Of aught profane or hostile, to disturb - Thy holy mysteries; for I will chase - Far from the hallow'd precincts where thou dwell'st - Each worldly passion, every grovelling thought, - And all the train of Vice; striving to make - The shrine well-worthy its celestial guest. - Still will I worship thee, and oft invoke - Thine inspirations, and with transport yield - To thy sweet, magic influence all my soul: - The slightest breath of thine inspiring voice - Shall wake my nerves, most feelingly alive, - And bid them tremble with poetic bliss. - - The frown of Reason thou no more shalt fear; - Did I say Reason's frown?--no!--'twas the frown - Of false Philosophy, her foolish pride. - Reason and Thou are sisters, born to rule - Unitedly, in happiest harmony, - The mind of man; and in the heaven-sent hour - Of inspiration, from the self-same source - Ye pour the stream of mingled light and flame - That animates, illumes, and warms the soul. - How could I e'er desert thee, loveliest Nymph! - To court thy rival, false Philosophy? - How could I quit thy verdant, flowery walks, - To tread with painful toil the briary maze - Of metaphysic lore? Indulgent Power! - The offence forgive. Lured by the specious name, - Philosophy, and by her meteor rays - Misled, with fond presumptuousness I strove - To penetrate the dark, unfathom'd depth - Where Truth in awful mystery resides. - Not deigning in thy mirror to behold - Her image, though in loveliest beauty clad, - With lawless curiosity I sought - To view the Goddess in her naked form. - But heaven to man, nor angel gives to scan - Truth's very self; she lives for ever hid, - Shrined in the bosom of Divinity. - Long wandering mid the chaos, I at length - Approach'd the border of the cold, dark waste, - The bottomless abyss, the dreadful void - Of scepticism; affrighted, back I shrunk. - - O Fancy! ne'er will I forsake thee more, - Nor view thee with severe, truth-searching eye, - Melting thy fairy visions into air. - Thy paradise, delighted, let me rove, - There study nature, and with grateful heart, - In thy serene, translucent stream behold - The light of truth reflected, and the smile - Of heaven's benevolence, and in that glass - The loveliness of every Virtue woo - And every Grace. There let me, too, behold - In all her beauty, bright-eyed Poesy, - That heavenly Maid who charm'd my youthful heart; - And let the love of glory fire my breast; - And let me see, to stimulate my powers, - The new-born crescent of my fame ascend, - While on its pointed horn the Fairy, Hope, - On tiptoe stands, fluttering her airy wings - To fan its beams and joyful hails the hour - When in its full-orb'd glory it shall shine. - - - - - A SUMMER-EVENING. - - Come, my dear Love, and let us climb yon hill, - The prospect, from its height, will well reward - The toil of climbing; thence we shall command - The various beauties of the landscape round.-- - Now we have reached the top. O! what a scene - Opens upon the sight, and swallows up - The admiring soul! She feels as if from earth - Uplifted into heaven. Scarce can she yet - Collect herself, and exercise her powers. - While o'er heaven's lofty, wide-extended arch, - And round the vast horizon, the bold eye - Shoots forth her view, with what sublime delight - The bosom swells! See, where the God of day, - Who through the cloudless ether long has rid - On his bright, fiery car, amidst a blaze - Of dazzling glory, and in wrath shot round - His burning arrows, with tyrannic power - Oppressing Nature, now, his daily course - Well-nigh completed, toward the western goal - Declines, and with less awful majesty - Concludes his reign; his flamy chariot hid - In floods of golden light that dazzles still, - Though less intense. O! how these scenes exalt - The throbbing heart! Louisa, canst thou bear - These strong emotions? do they not o'erpower - Thy tender nerves? I fear, my Love, they do; - Those eyes that, late, with transport beam'd so bright, - Now veil their rays with the soft, dewy shade - Of tenderness. Let us repose awhile; - The roots of yonder tree, cover'd with moss, - Present a pleasing seat; there let us sit. - Hark! Zephyr wakes, and sweetly-whispering, tells - The approach of Eve; already Nature feels - Her soothing influence, her refreshing breath; - The fields, the trees, imbibe the cool, moist air, - Their feverish thirst allay, and smile revived. - The Soul, too, feels her influence, sweetly soothed - Into a tender calm. O! let us now, - My loved Louisa! let us now enjoy - The landscape's charms, and all the nameless sweets - Of this, our favourite hour, for ever dear - To Fancy and to Love. Cast round thy sight - Upon the altered scene, nor longer fear - The dazzling sun; his latest, lingering beams - Where are they? can'st thou find them?--see! they gild - The glittering top of yonder village-spire; - Upon that distant hill they faintly shine; - And look! the topmost boughs of this tall oak - Majestic, which o'ercanopies our heads, - Yet catch their tremulous glimmerings:--now they fade, - Fade and expire; and, as they fade, the Moon, - The full-orb'd Moon, that seem'd, erewhile, to melt - In the bright azure, from the darkening sky - Emerging slow, and silent, sheds around - Her snowy light, that with the day's last, dim - Reflection, from the broad, translucid lake, - Insensibly commingles, and unites - In sweetest harmony, o'er all the scene - Diffusing magic tints, enchanting power. - How lovely every object now appears! - Each in itself, and how they all combine - In one delightful whole! What eye, what heart, - O Nature! can resist thy potent charms - When thus in soft, transparent shade half-veil'd? - Now Beauty and Sublimity, methinks, - Upon the lap of Eve, embracing sleep. - Mark the tree-tops, my Love, of yonder wood, - Whose moonlight foliage fluctuates in the breeze, - Say, do they not, in figure, motion, hue, - Resemble the sea-waves at misty dawn? - What shadowy shape along the troubled lake - Comes this way moving? how mysteriously - It glides along! how indistinct its form! - Imagination views with sweet surprise - The unknown appearance--breathless in suspense. - The Spirit of the waters can it be, - On his aerial car? some fairy Power? - Pants not thy heart, Louisa, half-alarm'd? - It grows upon the sight,--strange, watery sounds - Attend its course;--hark! was not that a voice? - O! 'tis a fishing-boat!--its sails and oars - I now discern. The church-clock strikes! how loud - Burst forth its sound into the startled air, - That feels it still, and trembles far around! - My dearest Love! it summons us away; - The dew begins to fall; let us depart: - How sweetly have we spent this evening-hour! - - - - - PROLOGUE. - - The piece, to-night, is of peculiar kind, - For which the appropriate name is hard to find; - No Comedy, 'tis clear; nor can it be, - With strictest truth, pronounced a Tragedy; - Since, though predominant the tragic tone, - It reigns not uniformly and alone; - Then, that its character be best proclaim'd, - A Tragic-drama let the piece be named. - - But do not, Critics! rashly hence conclude, - 'Tis a mere Farce, incongruous and rude, - Where incidents in strange confusion blend, - Without connexion, interest, or end: - Not so;--far different was the bard's design; - For though, at times, he ventures to combine - With grave Melpomene's impassion'd strain - The gay Thalia's more enlivening vein; - (As all mankind with one consent agree - How strong the charms of sweet variety,) - Yet Reason's path he still with care observes, - And ne'er from Taste with wilful blindness swerves, - His plot conducting by the rules of art: - And, above all, he strives to touch the heart; - Knowing that, void of pathos and of fire, - Art, Reason, Taste, are vain, and quickly tire. - - Be mindful then, ye Critics! of the intent; - The poet means not here to represent - The tragic Muse in all her terrors drest, - With might tempestuous to convulse the breast; - Nor in her statelier, unrelaxing mien, - To stalk, in buskin'd pomp, through every scene; - But with an air more mild and versatile, } - Where fear and grief, sometimes, admit a smile, } - Now loftier, humbler now, the changing style, } - Resembling in effect an April-night - When from the clouds, by fits, the moon throws forth her light; - And louder winds, by turns, their rage appease, - Succeeded by the simply-whispering breeze. - - But, in few words our author ends his plea, - Already tending to prolixity, - To paint from Nature was his leading aim; - Let then, the play your candid hearing claim: - Judge it, impartial, by dramatic laws; - If good, reward it with deserved applause; - If bad, condemn; yet be it still exempt - From your severer blame, for 'tis a first attempt. - - - - - PROLOGUE. - - Lo! Time, at last, has brought, with tardy flight, - The long-anticipated, wish'd-for night; - How on this blissful night, while yet remote, - Did Hope and Fancy with fond rapture doat! - Like eagles, oft, in glory's dazzling sky, - With full-stretch'd pinions have they soar'd on high, - To greet the appearance of the poet's name, - Dawning conspicuous mid the stars of fame. - - Alas! they soar not now;--the demon, Fear, - Has hurl'd the cherubs from their heavenly sphere: - Fancy, o'erwhelm'd with terror, grovelling lies;-- - The world of torment opens on her eyes, - Darkness and hissing all she sees and hears;-- - (_The speaker pauses--the audience are - supposed to clap, when he continues,_) - But Hope, returning to dispel her fears, - Claps her bright wings; the magic sound and light - At once have forced their dreaded foe to flight, - Silenced the hissing, chased the darkness round, - And charm'd up marvelling Fancy from the ground. - - Say, shall the cherubs dare once more to fly? - Not, as of late, in glory's dazzling sky, - To greet the appearance of the poet's name, - Dawning conspicuous mid the stars of fame; - Presumptuous flight! but let them dare to rise, - Cheer'd by the light of your propitious eyes, - Within this roof, glory's contracted sphere, - On fluttering pinions, unsubdued by Fear; - O! let them dare, ere yet the curtain draws, - Fondly anticipate your kind applause. - - - - - EPILOGUE. - - Perplexing case!--your pardon, Friends, I pray,-- - My head so turns, I know not what to say;-- - However, since I've dared to come before ye, - I'll stop the whirligig,-- - (_Clapping his hand to his forehead_,) - and tell my story: - Though 'tis so strange, that I've a pre-conviction - It may by some, perhaps, be judged a fiction. - - Learn, gentle Audience, then, with just surprise, - That, when, to-night, you saw the curtain rise, - Our poet's epilogue was still unwrit: - The devil take him for neglecting it! - Nay though,--'twas not neglected; 'twas deferr'd - From certain motives--which were most absurd; - For, trusting blindly to his rhyming vein, - And still-prepared inventiveness of brain, - He'd form'd the whimsical, foolhardy plan, - To set about it when the play began; - Thus purposing the drama's fate to know, - Then write his epilogue quite à propos. - - The time at last arrives--the signal rings, - Sir Bard, alarm'd, to pen and paper springs, - And, snug in listening-corner, near the scene, - With open'd ears, eyes, mouth-suspended mien,-- - Watches opinion's breezes as they blow, - To kindle fancy's fire, and bid his verses flow. - - Now I, kind Auditors! by fortune's spite - Was doom'd, alack! to speak what he should write, - And therefore, as you'll naturally suppose, - Could not forbear, at times, to cock my nose - Over his shoulder, curiously to trace - His progress;--zounds! how snail-like was his pace! - Feeling, at length, my sore-tried patience sicken, - Good Sir, I cried, your tardy motions quicken: - 'Tis the fourth act, high time, Sir, to have done! - As if his ear had been the touch-hole of a gun, - My tongue a match, the Bard, on fire, exploded; - He was--excuse the pun--with grape high-loaded. - Hence, prating fool! return'd he, in a roar, - Push'd me out, neck and heels, and bang'd the door. - - But lest, here too, like hazard I should run; } - I'll end my story. When the play was done, } - The epilogue was--look! 'tis here--begun: } - Such as it is, however, if you will, - I'll read it; shall I, Friends? (_They clap._) - Your orders I fulfil. - - (_He reads._) - - 'Tis come! the fateful hour! list! list! the bell - Summons me--Duncan-like, to heaven or hell; - See, see, the curtain draws;--it now commences; - Fear and suspense have frozen up my senses: - But let me to my task:--what noise is this? - They're clapping, clapping, O ye gods, what bliss! - Now then, to work, my pen:--descend, O Muse! - Thine inspiration through my soul infuse; - Prompt such an epilogue as ne'er before - Has been imagined,--never will be more. - - What subject? hark! new louder plaudits rise, - I'm fired, and, like a rocket, to the skies - Dart up triumphantly in flames of light:-- - They hiss, I'm quench'd, and sink in shades of night. - Again they clap, O extacy!-- - Having thus far indulged his rhyming vein, - He halts,--reads,--curses,--and begins again; - But not a single couplet could he muster; - How should he, with his soul in such a fluster, - All rapture, gratitude, for your applause? - Be then, the effect excused in favour of the cause! - - - - - LINES - - ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. B. - (SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY MISS B***, HIS SISTER.) - - At God's command the vital spirit fled, - And thou, my Brother! slumber'st with the dead. - Alas! how art thou changed! I scarcely dare - To gaze on thee;--dread sight! death, death is there. - How does thy loss o'erwhelm my heart with grief! - But tears, kind nature's tears afford relief. - Reluctant, sad, I take my last farewell:-- - Thy virtues in my mind shall ever dwell; - Thy tender friendship felt so long for me, - Thy frankness, truth, thy generosity, - Thy tuneful tongue's persuasive eloquence, - Thy science, learning, taste, wit, common sense, - Thy patriot love of genuine liberty, - Thy heart o'erflowing with philanthropy; - And chiefly will I strive henceforth to feel - Thy firm religious faith and pious zeal, - Enlighten'd, liberal, free from bigotry, - And, that prime excellence, thy charity. - Farewell!--for ever?--no! forbid it, Heaven! - A glorious promise is to Christians given; - Though parted in this world of sin and pain, - On high, my Brother! we shall meet again. - - - - - LINES TO AN INFIDEL, - AFTER HAVING READ HIS BOOK AGAINST CHRISTIANITY. - - Your book I've read: I would that I had not! - For what instruction, pleasure, have I got? - Amid that artful labyrinth of doubt - Long, long I wander'd, striving to get out; - Your thread of sophistry, my only clue, - I fondly hoped would guide me rightly through: - That spider's web entangled me the more: - With desperate courage onward still I went, - Until my head was turn'd, my patience spent: - Now, now, at last, thank God! the task is o'er. - I've been a child, who whirls himself about, - Fancying he sees both earth and heaven turn round; - Till giddy, panting, sick, and wearied out, - He falls, and rues his folly on the ground. - - - - - LINES - - ON HEARING A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, WHO IS BOTH LAME - AND BLIND, BUT IN OTHER RESPECTS VERY HANDSOME, - SING AND PLAY ON HIS VIOLIN FOR THE FIRST TIME. - - Crippled his limbs, and sightless are his eyes; - I view the youth, and feel compassion rise. - He sings! how sweet the notes! in pleased amaze - I listen,--listen, and admiring gaze. - Still, as he catches inspiration's fire, - Sweeping with bolder hands the obedient strings, - That mix, harmonious, with the strains he sings, - He pours into the music all his soul, - And governs mine with strong, but soft controul: - Raptured I glow, and more and more admire. - His mortal ailments I no longer see; - But, of divinities my fancy dreams; - Blind was the enchanting God of soft desire; - And lame the powerful Deity of fire; - His bow the magic rod of Hermes seems; - And in his voice I hear the God of harmony. - - - - - LINES TO A PEDANTIC CRITIC. - - Critic! should I vouchsafe to learn of thee, - Correct, no doubt, but cold my strains would be: - Now, cold correctness!--I despise the name; - Is that a passport through the gates of fame? - Thy pedant rules with care I studied once; - Was I made wiser, or a greater dunce? - Hence, Critic, hence! I'll study them no more; - My eyes are open'd, and the folly's o'er. - When Genius opes the floodgates of the soul, - Fancy's outbursting tides impetuous roll, - Onward they rush with unresisted sway, } - Sweeping fools, pedants, critics, all away } - Who would with obstacles their progress stay. } - As mighty Ocean bids his waves comply - With the great luminaries of the sky, - So Genius, to direct his course aright, - Owns but one guide, the inspiring God of light. - - - - - LINES ON SHAKSPEARE. - - (SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN NEAR HIS TOMB.) - - Behold! this marble tablet bears inscribed - The name of Shakspeare!-- - What a glorious theme - For never-ending praise! His drama's page, - Like a clear mirror, to our wondering view - Displays the living image of the world, - And all the different characters of men: - Still, in the varying scenes, or sad, or gay, - We take a part; we weep; we laugh; we feel - All the strong sympathies of real life. - To him alone, of mortals, Fancy lent - Her magic wand, potent to conjure up - Ideal Forms, distinctly character'd, - Exciting fear, or wonder, or delight. - - The works of Shakspeare! are they not a fane, - Majestic as the canopy of heaven, - Embracing all created things, a fane - His superhuman genius has upraised, - To Nature consecrate? The Goddess there - For ever dwells, and from her sanctuary, - By Shakspeare's voice, her poet and high-priest, - Reveals her awful mysteries to man, - And with her power divine rules every heart. - At Shakspeare's name, then, bow down all ye sons - Of learning, and of art! ye men, endow'd - With talent, taste! ye nobler few who feel - The genuine glow of genius! bow down all - In admiration! with deep feeling own - Your littleness, your insignificance; - And with one general voice due homage pay - To Nature's Poet, Fancy's best-loved Child! - - - - - LINES ON MILTON. - - (SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN NEAR HIS TOMB.) - - Milton!-- - the name of that divinest Bard - Acts on Imagination like a charm - Of holiest power;--with deep, religious awe - She hails the sacred spot where sleep entomb'd - The relics that enshrined his godlike soul. - - O! with what heartfelt interest and delight, - With what astonishment, will all the sons - Of Adam, till the end of time, peruse - His lofty, wondrous page! with what just pride - Will England ever boast her Milton's name, - The Poet matchless in sublimity! - E'en now in Memory's raptured ear resound - The deep-toned strains of the Miltonic lyre; - Inspiring virtuous, heart-ennobling thought, - They breathe of heaven; the imaginative Power - No longer treads the guilt-polluted world, - But soars aloft, and draws empyreal air: - Rapt Faith anticipates the judgment-hour, - When, at the Archangel's call, the dead shall wake - With frames resuscitated, glorified: - Then, then! in strains like these, the sainted Bard, - Conspicuous mid salvation's earth-born heirs, - Shall join harmoniously the heavenly choir, - And sing the Saviour's praise in endless bliss. - - - - - ANACREONTIC. - - Still, as the fleeting seasons change, - From joy to joy poor mortals range, - And as the year pursues its round, - One pleasure's lost, another found; - Time, urging on his envious course, - Still drives them from their last resource. - So butterflies, when children chase - The gaudy prize with eager pace, - On each fresh flower but just alight, - And, ere they taste, renew their flight. - - Thanks to kind Fortune! I possess - A constant source of happiness, - And am not poorly forced to live - On what the seasons please to give. - Let clouds or sunshine vest the pole, - What care I, while I quaff the bowl? - In that secure, I can defy - The changeful temper of the sky. - No weatherglass, or if I be, - Thou, Bacchus! art my Mercury. - - - - - ANACREONTIC. - - Let us, my Friends, our mirth forbear, - While yonder Censor mounts the chair: - His form erect, his stately pace, - His huge, white wig, his solemn face, - His scowling brows, his ken severe, - His haughty pleasure-chiding sneer, - Some high Philosopher declare:-- - Hush! let us hear him from the chair: - - 'Ye giddy youths! I hate your mirth; - How ill-beseeming sons of earth! - Know ye not well the fate of man? - That death is certain, life a span? - That merriment soon sinks in sorrow, - Sunshine to-day, and clouds to-morrow? - Hearken then, fools! to Reason's voice, - That bids ye mourn, and not rejoice?' - - Such gloomy thoughts, grave Sage! are thine, - Now, gentle Friends! attend to mine. - Since mortals must die, - Since life's but a span, - 'Tis wisdom, say I, - To live while we can, - And fill up with pleasure - The poor little measure. - Of fate to complain - How simple and vain! - Long faces I hate; - They shorten the date. - My Friends! while ye may, - Be jovial to-day; - The things that will be - Ne'er wish to foresee; - Or, should ye employ - Your thoughts on to-morrow, - Let Hope sing of joy, - Not Fear croak of sorrow. - But see! the Sage flies, so no more. - Now, Friends! drink and sing, as before. - - - - - ANACREONTIC. - - Why must Poets, when they sing, - Drink of the Castalian spring? - Sure 'tis chilling to the brain; - Witness many a modern strain: - Poets! would ye sing with fire, - Wine, not water, must inspire. - Come, then, pour thy purple stream, - Lovely Bottle! thou'rt my theme. - How within thy crystal frame - Does the rosy nectar flame! - Not so beauteous on the vine - Did the clustering rubies shine, - When the potent God of day - Fill'd them with his ripening ray; - When with proudness and delight - Bacchus view'd the charming sight. - Still it keeps Apollo's fires; - Still the vintage-God admires. - Hail sweet antidote of wo! - Chiefest blessing mortals know! - Nay, the mighty powers divine - Own the magic force of wine. - Wearied with the world's affairs, - Jove himself, to drown his cares, - Bids the nectar'd goblet bear: - Lo! the youthful Hebe fair - Pours the living draught around;-- - Hark! with mirth the skies resound. - 'Tis to wine, for aught I know, - Deities their godship owe; - Don't we mortals owe to wine - Manhood, and each spark divine? - Say, thou life-inspiring Bowl, - Who thy heavenly treasure stole? - Not the hand that stole Jove's fire - Did so happily aspire; - Tell the lucky spoiler's name, - Worthy never-dying fame. - Since it must a secret be, - Him I'll praise, in praising thee. - Glory of the social treat! - Source of friendly converse sweet! - Source of cheerfulness and sense, - Humour, wit, and eloquence, - Courage and sincerity, - Candour and philanthropy! - Source of--O thou bounteous wine! - What the good that is not thine? - Were my nerves relax'd and low? - Did my chill blood toil on slow? - When thy spirit through me flows, - How each vital function glows! - Tuned, my nerves, no longer coy, - Answer to the touch of joy: - On the steams, that from thee rise, - Time on swifter pinions flies; - Fancy gilds them with her rays; - Hope amid the rainbow plays. - But behold! what Image bright - Rises heavenly to my sight! - Could such wondrous charms adorn - Venus, when from ocean born? - Say, my Julia, is it thou, - Ever lovely, loveliest now? - Yet, methinks, the Cyprian Queen - Comes herself, but takes thy mien. - Goddess! I confess thy power, - And to love devote the hour, - Let me but, with grateful soul, - Greet once more the bounteous Bowl. - - - - - SONG. - - Ere Reason rose within my breast, - To enforce her sacred law, - Still would some charm, in every maid, - My veering passions draw. - - But now, to calm those gales of night, - The morn her light displays; - The twinkling stars no more I view, - For only Venus sways: - - The spotless heaven of genuine love - Unveil'd I wondering see, - And all that heaven, transported, claim - For Julia and for me. - - - - - SONG. - - Yes, I could love, could softly yield - To passion all my willing breast, - And fondly listen to the voice - That oft invites me to be blest; - - That still, when Fancy, lost in bliss, - Stands gazing on the form divine, - So sweetly whispers to my soul, - O make the heavenly Julia thine! - - But hush, thou fascinating voice! - Hence visionary extacy! - Yes, I could love, but ah! I fear - She would not deign to smile on me. - - - - - SONG TO BACCHUS. - - Come along, jolly Bacchus! no longer delay; - See'st thou not how the table with bottles is crown'd? - See'st thou not how thy votaries, impatient to pay - Their devotion to thee, are all waiting around? - O come then, propitious to our invocation, - To preside of thy rites at the solemnization. - - Hark! the voice of Champagne, from its prison set free, - And the music of glasses that merrily ring, - Thy arrival announce, and invite us to glee; - With what gladness we welcome thee, vine-crowned King! - To honour thee, Bacchus! we pour a libation, - And the lofty roof echoes our loud salutation. - - On that wine-loaded altar, erected to thee, - Sherry, burgundy, claret, invitingly shine; - While all thy rich gifts thus collected we see, - We greet thy munificence boundless, divine. - From these we already inhale animation, - Our hearts and heads warmth, and our souls elevation. - - As thy nectar, kind Bacchus! more copiously flows, - We purge off the cold dregs that are earthy, profane; - Each breast with thy own godlike character glows; - There truth, generosity, happiness reign. - Hail Bacchus! we hail thee in high exultation; - Thou hast blest us, kind God! with thy full inspiration. - - - - - ON SEEING THE APOLLO BELVIDERE. - - What majesty! what elegance and grace! - The form how perfect! how divine the face! - In admiration rapt, I gazing stand:-- - Is this a statue wrought by mortal hand? - No! 'tis Apollo's self, methinks I see; - I feel the presence of the Deity. - - - - - INSCRIPTION FOR THE APOLLO BELVIDERE. - - O all ye Sons of Taste! with raptured sight - Behold this image of the God of light; - Admire its whole, admire its every part; - 'Tis sculpture's master-work, the boast of Art. - Not with more glory in his heavenly sphere - The God appears, than in his Image here. - - - - - EPITAPH ON NELSON. - - Lo! here are Nelson's honour'd relics laid;-- - Britons! your Country's Genius calls you here, - And bids you pay to your lost Hero's shade - The noble homage of a patriot tear. - - Against the fleets of Gallia, Denmark, Spain, - Full oft Britannia's war-bolts he has hurl'd; - Stretch'd forth her sceptre o'er the vanquish'd main, - And with her glory fill'd the astonish'd world. - - His matchless triumphs shall the voice of Fame, - With loud applause, to latest ages tell; - Still uttering with a sigh Trafalgar's name, - Where last he conquer'd, where--alas! he fell. - - - - - EPITAPH ON HOWARD. - - Ye! who this hallow'd ground with reverence tread, - Where sleep in honour'd urns the illustrious dead, - To trace the achievements of the Sons of Fame, - And pay just worship to each godlike name; - (If, blest with hearts that melt at human wo, - And feel philanthropy's celestial glow,) - Midst all the monuments that court your view, - And claim the debt to buried merit due, - Mark chiefly this;--on this with tearful eyes - More fondly gaze;--beneath it Howard lies! - - O'er other urns mere mortals only mourn; - Celestial Beings honour Howard's urn; - Benevolence sits weeping on his stone; - Heaven's Angel still, though on her earthly throne. - - - - - EPITAPH ON VOLTAIRE. - - Here lies interr'd Voltaire; no letter'd name - Can boast more brilliant, more extensive fame. - On him what various gifts did heaven confer!-- - Poet, historian, wit, philosopher; - But ah!--peruse it, Christian, with a tear-- - The chief of infidels lies buried here: - Lament the abuse of such rare talents given; - Lament such dire ingratitude to heaven. - - - - - EPITAPH ON NAPOLEON. - - Lo! here, on this lone isle amid the deeps, - From his proud height of conquest, greatness hurl'd, - Buried in silent night, Napoleon sleeps! - Long Gallia's boast, the wonder of the world! - - Though humbly born, Ambition claim'd her child; - Fate urged him on, his great career to fill; - On him, in war, in dangers, Fortune smiled; - And on his eagles Victory waited still. - - By battles won, by policy profound, - Kings he dethroned, fill'd Europe with dismay: - England alone, of all the nations round, - His power opposed, disdaining to obey. - - Forced by the flames of Moscow to retreat, - Half his vast host by cold, by famine, dies. - Famed Waterloo beheld his last defeat;-- - There sunk his glory's sun;--ne'er more to rise. - - Briton! from this sad spot ere thou depart, - Pause!--while his shade complains in Fancy's ear;-- - 'Had generous feeling warm'd thy Sovereign's heart, - Though Briton's foe, I had not perish'd here.' - - - - - EPITAPH ON LORD BYRON. - - Lo! Byron's tomb!-- - Here, deeply pensive, scan - The greatness,--and the littleness of man. - In timeless death here Freedom's Martyr sleeps, - Whom, her lost Champion, Greece, desponding, weeps. - The impassion'd Bard, whose Genius, wing'd with flame, - Swept, like a comet, through the sphere of fame, - Dazzling the astonish'd world, lies buried here. - Thus human Glory ends its bright career. - To Byron what high gifts did heaven impart! - An intellect sublime, a feeling heart; - But ah! his wild desires, his passions strong, - Hurried him irresistibly along - Wherever Pleasure call'd, through good, or ill; - No law could bridle his own proud self-will. - O! had but Virtue ruled his mighty mind, - Byron had been--the first of human kind! - - - - - EPITAPH ON SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY. - - What, what can knowledge, virtue, fame, avail? - Crown they with happiness our mortal state? - Ah! no: what dire, unthought-of woes assail! - O wretched Man! thou art the slave of fate. - - Lo! Romilly, in pangs, expiring lies!-- - His frantic hand--O horror!--doom'd to bleed?-- - His wakening Conscience opes her frighted eyes-- - 'O God!' she groans, 'I disavow the deed.' - - His guardian Angel sheds a pitying tear;-- - Then, fearless of the heavenly Judge's ire, - He leads his Spirit, blushing to appear, - Into the holy presence of her Sire. - - - - - EPITAPH ON WILBERFORCE. - - Champion of justice and humanity, - He toil'd, through life, to set the Negro free: - At length, Britannia spoke the godlike word-- - Burst were the bonds, the shouts of Freedom heard! - Thy life-bonds, too, O Wilberforce! were riven, - Thy task was done,--it was thy call to heaven! - - - - - EPITAPH. - - Mortal! whoe'er thou art, that passest by, - Stop, and behold this stone with heedful eye! - Here lies a Youth, whom Death's resistless power, - In health's full vigour, at the festal hour, - All unprepared, alas! to meet his doom, - Snatch'd suddenly to an untimely tomb. - - Mortal take heed!--in awful silence think, - Thou stand'st upon Eternity's dread brink; - O listen to Religion's warning cry!-- - 'Man, know thy nature, and prepare to die!' - - - - - TRANSLATED FROM ANACREON. - - Though thou hast seen my locks are gray, - Ah! do not, Julia, turn away; - Nor, though the bloom of Spring is thine, - Disdainfully my love decline. - Behold yon wreath!--how lovely shows - The snowy lily with the blushing rose! - - - - - EPIGRAMS. - - - ON HEARING OF THE BURNING OF MOSCOW. - - May European Liberty - In Moscow's flames her torch relume! - And Gallic Tyranny - In Moscow's ruins find a tomb! - - * * * * * - - Locke says--the soul may slumber;-- - Lavater says--the soul is seen - Reflected in the mien;-- - The last assertion true, - Proofs of the first we view - In faces without number. - - - TO A HYPOCRITICAL CALVINIST. - - By faith alone, you say, not works, - Man must obtain salvation;-- - If you are saved, the doctrine needs - No better confirmation. - - * * * * * - - My Lady Sceptical, for want of proof, - What all believe, denies; - Yet she believes what all, with proof, deny, - That she is wondrous wise. - - * * * * * - - 'The dullest ass may write - In verse, that jingling stuff!' - Indeed, Sir? have you tried? - 'I have.' That's proof enough. - - Yon fop has strangely got it in his noddle - That he excels in tragic declamation; - Kemble's the favourite, and the model, - That claims his praise, and prompts his imitation; - Now, that the praise is just, none can deny; - But the imitation gives that praise the lie: - Decide, ye Critics! for 'tis hard to know,-- - Is he to Kemble's fame a friend or foe? - - - - - TO JULIA. - - Mark! how the Rose, when Phoebus burns, - Averts her blushing face; - Mark! how the Sun-flower fondly turns - To meet his warm embrace: - Like the coy rose, when woo'd by others, be, - Like the fond sun-flower, Love, when woo'd by me. - - The Chancellor keeps the conscience of the King. - This seems, at first, a strange, mysterious thing; - But there's a deep-laid policy in it; - For, did the Chancellor not--that conscience keep, - It might, perchance, be doom'd on thorns to sit; - Seated on wool, it may securely sleep. - - * * * * * - - Papist and Protestant can ne'er agree. - 'Pat!'--cries an Englishman--''tis clear to me, - More grateful for the union you should be; - Think what an honour is to Ireland done: - Zounds! John Bull wed a whore of Babylon!' - "Murther!"--cries Pat--"he wedded her by force, - And, by my shoul, she longs for a divorce." - - - - - ON THE NEW EXPERIMENT OF LIGHTING THE HOUSE - OF COMMONS BY MEANS OF GAS-PIPES PLACED - BETWEEN THE TWO CEILINGS. - - - Too long within the House has darkness dwelt, - Egyptian darkness, by the nation felt; - Therefore, though demagogues, whose deeds are ill, - For blind debate might love that darkness still, - 'Tis well the new experiment to try: - A stronger, purer light--none can deny-- - Will then illume the House--light coming from on high. - - * * * * * - - 'Not one of all my actors, rot 'em!' - Cried Hal,--'can play the part of Bottom.' - "Play it yourself;"--retorted Ned,-- - "You'll look quite natural with an ass's head." - - - - - ON SEEING MR. NUTES, - A SENSELESS, UNFEELING FELLOW, WEEP AT THE - REPRESENTATION OF KING LEAR. - - Henceforth at miracles who'll dare to mock? - No wonder Orpheus' lyre could move the brutes, - Or Moses' rod strike water from the rock; - Lo! Shakspeare's genius melts the heart of Nutes, - Draws tears of pity from a barber's block! - - * * * * * - - A quack, a mere anatomy, - Wanting to buy a nag, - Questions his friend, a wag, - What colour it shall be:-- - 'White,' he replies, 'let it be white, of course, - For then you'll look like Death on the pale horse.' - - - - - ON THE - LATE REFORM AND THE WHIG ADMINISTRATION. - - - Reform! reform! cries out the longing nation;-- - The people hail their own-elected House; - On tiptoe stands the general expectation:-- - What the grand doings of the Administration? - Lo! from the labouring mountain creeps a mouse! - - * * * * * - - Metaphysical Sages - Have writ many pages, - To decide if the Mind - Be Spirit or Matter:-- - How strange! that in the pages - Of these metaphysical sages - We so seldom can find - Mind, Spirit, or Matter! - - - - - TO A - CONCEITED & AFFECTED, BUT HANDSOME WOMAN. - - Why, when I praise you, Ma'am, why tell me flat, - All flattery you despise?-- - Self-love, the greatest flatterer, tells you that, - And I am sure he lies. - - * * * * * - - What a strong contrast to most modern sages - Were some philosophers of ancient ages! - E'en Socrates, so wise, yet modest too, - Own'd he knew only that he nothing knew. - Now! vain pretenders such presumption show, - They seem to fancy that they all things know. - Ye moderns, thus puff'd up with vanity, - Would that ye knew but half as much as he! - - - - - ON TWO SISTERS WHO ARE ALWAYS QUARRELLING. - - Pale is Amelia's face, - And red Lavinia's nose is; - The sisters ever jar: - 'Tis like the civil war - Between the rival roses. - - * * * * * - - On that dark theme, man's genealogy, - How strangely people's notions disagree!-- - Sir Snub-nose, growling, swears that he can trace - Strong kindred likeness to the monkey-race:-- - My Lady Graceful smiles, well-pleased, to find - Far more resemblance to the Angelic-kind:-- - Sure the reflection from their looking-glasses - Into their minds,--to prompt opinion--passes. - Would-be philosophers have tried to scan - The pedigree of that odd creature, man. - 'We are of monkey-race!' Sir Snub-nose cries. - Your strange assertion strikes me with surprise; - (I, for my part, the compliment decline)-- - But do you, Sir, sincerely thus opine? - 'I do indeed: nay more, I'm sure 'tis true!' - Is't possible?--Yet, when I look on you,-- - I, verily, begin to think so too. - - * * * * * - - 'Oh! Doctor! I've had such a headache--so bad! - I was fearful I should have gone out of my senses.' - "I should not have wonder'd, dear Ma'am, if you had, - You'd not have to go far to leap over those fences." - - - - - ON THE CONDUCT OF SOME FEW CLERGYMEN, - WHO ARE A DISGRACE TO THEIR SACRED PROFESSION. - - Satan, says scripture, like a roaring lion, - Goes about, seeking whom he may devour. - What should a priest, then, chiefly keep his eye on? - To guard his flock against the tempter's power.-- - Pshaw! what he chiefly looks at is to fleece 'em: - To seize his prey, the tithes, and still increase 'em: - Like a devouring lion is the priest; - Or--give the devil his due--you'll own, at least, - He has the marks about him of the beast. - - * * * * * - - Why, Sir, so proud to sign your name M.D.? - 'It means I'm member of the Faculty.' - Hum!--from your practice else one might infer - It meant mock-doctor, or death's minister. - - - - - ON THE MARCH OF INTELLECT. - - 'March on! march swiftly on!' the people cry, - Let us pursue Truth, Knowledge, Liberty! - March not so fast, my friends! or you will find, - That, in your haste, you've left them all behind. - - * * * * * - - One day Maria, that keen-witted Belle, - Challenged her Beau to play at Bagatelle. - 'What shall we play for?'--Edwin quickly cried; - "Whate'er you please;" the smiling girl replied. - 'Then for a kiss, fair lady, we will play.' - He wins the game, and straight demands his pay. - "No"--'Yes'--"I wont"--'You shall'--"I wont be kiss'd: - I'll pay you with a check--if you persist." - - - - - ON HEARING MR. **** BOAST THAT HE COULD - TRANSLATE VIRGIL. - - Thou able, boaster! Virgil to translate! - Can'st thou, then, be so vain, so shallow-pated? - To a far higher intellectual state, - Coxcomb! thou must, thyself, be first translated. - - * * * * * - - A lady had a sickly son; - A skeleton but for his skin:-- - Her pretty maid he woo'd, and won;-- - The mother chid him for his sin.-- - 'Her charms were not to be withstood, - Too tempting for frail flesh and blood! - As you, dear Ma'am, must fairly own.' - "That's no excuse for skin and bone." - - - - - ON DR. ****, - A MERE PRETENDER TO MEDICAL SCIENCE, - OFFICIOUSLY OFFERING ME HIS SERVICES. - - 'Should you e'er be unwell, send directly for me; - To cure you I'll haste with all possible speed, - Prescribe and find medicine without any fee.'-- - Oh! Doctor! your offer's most generous indeed; - I'd accept--but for something--the vast obligation. - 'But for what, pray?'--The instinct of self-preservation. - - * * * * * - - If, as Swift says, in the most delicate mind - Nastiest ideas we are sure to find, - Then--equal to his humour and his wit - Swift's delicacy we must all admit. - - - - - ON HEARING A PARSON READ VERY BADLY - A SERMON HE HAD BOUGHT. - - That sermon, reverend Sir, which you have bought, - To save your idle brain the toil of thought, - You read in such a dull, lethargic tone, - It seems almost as stupid as your own. - - * * * * * - - Pursefull's a stickler for the law's abuse:-- - To him, 'tis clear, it was of sterling use. - - * * * * * - - Pursefull still advocates the law's abuse.-- - What moralist can gratitude condemn? - They, formerly, have done so much for him; - Ought he not, now, to do his best for them? - - - - - TO MR. BURY, AN EMINENT SURGEON IN COVENTRY, - - ON HIS HAVING PERFORMED A SUCCESSFUL OPERATION, IN A - CASE OF DEEPLY-SEATED INFLAMMATION IN THE NECK, - WHEN THE PATIENT WAS IN EXTREME DANGER OF - IMMEDIATE SUFFOCATION. - - Bury, for practice bold and skill - Deserves to be of note; - He cures by means that well might kill,-- - He cuts his patient's throat! - - * * * * * - - When Satan tempts a priest to rise, - 'It is the call of heaven!' he cries, - And mount's ambition's ladder:-- - To heaven's own call that bids him be, - Like Christ, full of humility, - He's deafer than an adder. - - - - - AFTER HAVING SEEN SEVERAL BAD PAINTINGS - OF THE DEATH OF SIR JOHN MOORE. - - Cease, daubers! profane not the theme, I implore ye! - But leave him, O leave him alone with his glory! - - * * * * * - - Man's owl-eyed reason--Popish Priests assert-- - Can't safely bear the gospel's heavenly light; - Therefore, with kindest zeal, they do their best - To keep their flocks in unillumined night. - - * * * * * - - 'The brokers of the Stock-Exchange - Are nicknamed bears and bulls;--how strange! - What reason, Sir, to call them so?' - Ma'am, see their manners, you will know. - - - - - ON HEARING A LADY TALK VERY FAST - AND UNINTELLIGIBLY. - - Words upon words impetuous rush along, - And tread each other's brains out as they throng. - - * * * * * - - 'Admire my wife! did ever mortal eyes'-- - Cornuto, in a rapture, boasting cries-- - 'Such a fine set of teeth of ivory view? - And such a fine complexion's ivory hue? - Fool! hide thy head! both her and thee we scorn: - Oft the wife's ivory makes the husband's horn. - - * * * * * - - I'm told Sir Pigmy mimics me;--what then? - Don't we all know that monkies mimic men? - 'I cannot say your poem I admire; - It wants originality and fire; - Besides, I find it, by no means, correct; - You've written it in haste, I should suspect,' - "What! do you think me then a jackass, pray?" - 'I shall think so if you so loudly bray.' - - * * * * * - - A worthy man of rags - Intreats for charity - A rogue of money-bags. - 'Pshaw! it at home begins.' - Then serve thyself and me; - For it will be no less - A cover to thy sins, - Than to my nakedness. - - The Fair-one, at her toilet, thus exprest - The ambitious aims that swell'd her panting breast: - 'Pull, Fanny, pull again, with all your might; - I must, to-day, be laced up very tight; - For, to a glorious conquest I aspire:-- - Know, that two Noblemen my charms admire! - Pull, then, good girl! I'll be so tightly laced, - That half-a-yard will measure round my waist.' - 'Hold!' Cupid cries, 'for Love's, for Pity's sake; - You'll strangle Beauty, and my bowstring break.' - - * * * * * - - In altering thus and shortening his oration, - Sure the Reporters do Lord Flimsy wrong; - It well may fill his Lordship with vexation, - When he has toil'd so hard to make it long. - 'I've writ an epigram;--here, read it, do.-- - The critics praise it highly:--what think you?' - "I don't much like it." 'No! 'tis very fine.' - "It may be to your taste--'tis not to mine." - 'I say 'tis finely pointed.' "Well! so be it!-- - The point may be too fine for me to see it." - 'Then, let me tell you, Sir, you must be blind.' - "Many more like me I'm afraid you'll find." - - * * * * * - - Wise radicals! to make it bear more fruit, - They fain would tear the tree up by the root. - Young trees, we know, may sometimes thrive transplanted, - But old ones can't;--'tis by all gardeners granted. - 'Twill die;--and when the good old tree is dead, - What sort of tree, pray, will they plant instead? - - The Squire has long imagined that his son - Is deeply studying Coke and Lyttelton. - They meet.--'Dear Tom! to see you gives me joy.-- - How get you on in Law? my clever boy! - In practice too?--But Tom, what bills you draw! - Expensive work this studying of the law!' - The sly young Templar gulls his easy Sire:-- - "O! I get on, Sir, to my heart's desire; - In chamber-practice I have much to do."-- - His answer--in a certain sense--is true. - - * * * * * - - To move her lover, a coquetish Miss - Began to sob, pretending she should faint;-- - Her maid restored her straight by whispering this: - 'I fear, my lady, you forget your paint.' - - - - - ON THE MANY VIOLENT DISPUTES AMONG - THE PREACHERS OF THE GOSPEL. - - The labourers in the vineyard toil - (So numerous are their creeds) - Far less to cultivate the soil, - Than break each others' heads. - - * * * * * - - 'Write epigrams! why, Sir, there's nothing in it. - I would be bound--the merest scribbler could-- - To write one in a minute.' - No doubt you could--but then there would - Indeed, be nothing in it. - - * * * * * - - The ambitious rage of Russia nought controls, - With her vast empire she'd unite the Poles. - - - - - ON HEARING A CLERGYMAN PREACH A DULL - SERMON IN A LOUD, SHRILL VOICE. - - Still, still his bell-like voice rings through my head; - Yet not one bright thought cheers my mental view; - O! would that I were deaf, asleep, or dead! - Ye marble statues! how I envy you! - - * * * * * - - To hear him preach the Methodistic creed, - What eager crowds to Ranter's chapel speed! - His eloquence the harden'd sinner frightens; - Like heaven itself--says Fame, he thunders, lightens. - I go to hear him;--Fame has made a blunder;-- - I see no lightning, though I hear the thunder. - - For flowery sermons Doctor Drudge - Of preachers at the top is;-- - If from their influence we may judge, - His flowers are only poppies. - - * * * * * - - Sir! you're both fool and knave!--to Frank, Blunt cries-- - I know I am, Sir, Frank to Blunt replies:-- - Now, in self-knowledge if all knowledge lies, - A fool, like Frank, must be extremely wise! - - * * * * * - - Vice is a mouse-trap, pleasure is the bait, - Like mice, enticing mortals to their fate; - And of this truth experience leaves no doubt;-- - 'Tis far more easy to get in than out. - - Old maids their spleen on marriage vent;-- - The reason would you know? - 'Tis not, that others are made wives, - But that they can't be so. - - * * * * * - - How grave he looks! how mighty wise!-- - He seems Minerva's sacred bird:-- - He speaks! our ears refute our eyes-- - The cackling of a goose is heard. - - * * * * * - - How came that Jew, deform'd and old, - To wed the youthful, fair Coquette?-- - Ben had a purse well-stored with gold! - He caught her in't;--'twas Hymen's net! - Flirtilla's teeth, well-form'd and white, - Were Hymen's pincers, and could bite! - When the Royal Exchange to the flames fell a prey, - All the Monarchs and Queens from their niches were thrown; - Lackaday! on the pavement in fragments they lay, - Every one except Charley the Second alone. - Strange event! O my Muse! to blind mortals below - Clear this mystery which none but immortals can know. - "Cytherea and Momus pray'd Vulcan to spare - The blithe, amorous King:--Vulcan granted their prayer." - - - H. 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