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We this way cur funs, as made for sport; New-wing thy short,short day's too rapid flight? he wake
, not use our time: we breathe, not live; Man flies from time, and time from man: too Abused breathing, man, to live ordain’d, In fad divorce this double flight must end; [soon Tag, ani opprefles with enormous weight. And then, where are we? where, Lorenzo! then, ixwiqi face time wasgiven for use,not waste, Thy sports ? thy pomp?-I grant thee, in a state laxy d to fly, with tempeft, tide, and stars, Not unambitious; in the ruffled throud, i keep his fpeed, nor ever wait for man: Thy Parian tomb's triumphant arch beneath, 13 sute was doom'd a pleafure; waste, a pain, Has death his fopperies ? then well may life
man might feel bis error, it unseen; Put on her plume, and in her rainbow thine.
bzing, dy to labour for his cure. [lign’d; Kas are comforts; tuch by heav'n de
192. False Delicacy. e none, mult make them or be wretchaseployments; and without employ[ed. Ye well-array'd! ye lilies of our land! she is on a rack. the rack of reft;
Ye lilies male! who neither toil, nor spin; z not adverse; action all their joy.
Ye delicate! who nothing can support, Son, the riddle, mark d above, unfolds; Yourselves molt insupportable ! for whom Extreturns torment,when man turns a fool. The winter rofe must blow, and silky soft , we wrestle with great nature's plan; And other worlds fend odours, fauce, and song,
Favonius breathe still softer, or be chid; ***tart the Deity; and "tis decreed,
a heart bis will, hall contradict their own. And robes, and notions, fram'd in foreign izou unnatural quarrel with ourselves;
Oye who deem one moment unamus'd, [looms! argits at enmity; our bosom-broil.
A misery, say, dreamers of gay dreams! *** time from us ; and we wish him back; How will you weather an eternal night, nk long, and thort; death seek, and Where such expedients fail? where wit's a fool;
days of vanity! while here, [thun. Mirth mourns; dreams vanilh; laughter finks helst and how terrible, when gone!
in tears. me'er go; when past, they haunt us miks of ev'ry Day deceas'd, [ftill;
$ 193. Conscience. ks an angel; or a fury frowns.
O TREACHEROUS conscience! while she seemas **th ser life deligh:3 us. If time past, to sleep,
plet,buth pain us, what can please? On rose and myrtle, lull'd with syren song ; zette Deity to please ordain d, While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to di The man who confecrates his bours On headlong appetite thellackend rein, [drop listas cort, and an honest aim, The fly informer minutes every fault, *** z dzws the fing of life and death: And her dread diary with horror fills: Iz asb rich nature; and her paths are peace. Not the gross act alone employs her pen :
Selone, and cure, are seen : see next She dawning purposes of heart explores, 21 origin, importance, speed. Unnoted, notes each moment milapply'd; Astey regain from urging his career.- In leaves more durable than leaves of brass Les resetze, as nothing: Nothing else Writes our whole history; which death shall -32's: what wonders can he do? In every pale delinquent's private ear; [read 1 w land blank neuter he disdains.
And judgment publish: publith to more worlds be za tiose terms was time (heaven's stran- Than this: and endless age in groans resound.
aportant embassy to man. [ger!) sent And think'stthou still thou canit bewise toofoon?
dead fire, on emanation bent are nature, arising in his might, -- tata creation (for then time was born)
§ 194. Man's Supineness. and dreaming thro' a thousand worlds: Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven
hele terms, from the great days of invites, ternity's mysterious orb, [heaven, Hell threatens; all exerts; in effort, all; ca: off; and caft beneath the skies; More than creation labours !--Labours more ?
which watch him in his new abode, And is there in creation, what, amidst ali motions by revolving spheres: This tumult universal, wingid dispatch, Besty and months, and years, his chil. And ardent energy, supinely yawns! - [site, 4. play
Man sleeps; and man alone; and man, whose Terms wings, around him, as he flies: Fate irreversible, entire, extreme, [gulph
anequal plumes, they thape Endless, bair-hung, breeze-lhaken, o'er the
maons, swift as darted flame, A moment trembles; drops ! man, the sole cause Reagoal, to reach his antient relt, of this surrounding storm! and yet he sleeps,
aeternity his fire; [hing'd As the storm rock'd to reít.-Throw years away? ** 576, that count his circles row, un- Throw empires, and beblameless! moments seize, **ed lignal founding) headlong rush Heaven's on their wing: a moment we may wish tesnigte, and chaos, whence they rose. When worlds want wealth to buy. Bid day ftand as per the Ipeedy? why with levities Bid him drive back his car, recall, retake [Atlil,
Fate's hafty prey; implore him, re-import A moment, and the world's blown up to The period past; re-give the given hour! The sun is darkness, and the stars are dul Lorenzo--O for yesterday to come!
Such is the language of the man awake; § 197. Vanity of Human Enjoyments, ta And is his ardour vain? Lorenzo! no:
by Experience. To-day is yesterday returnd; return'd
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hd Full power'd to cancel, expiate, raise, adom,
And alk them, what report they bo And reinitate us on the rock of peace.
heaven; Let it not share its predecessor's fate;
And how they might have borne more we Nor, like its elder filters, die a fool.
Their answers form what men experience Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd?
If Wisdom's friend, her beft: if not, wor! More wretched for the cleniencies of heaven?
O reconcile them! kind Experience cried
“There'snothinghere, butwhatasnothingw 195. The Depravity of Man.
The more our joy, the more we know it Where shall I find him? angels, tell me And by success are tutor'd to despair.” where!
Nor is it only thus, but must be lo: You know him; he is near you: point him out; Who knows not this, tho' grey, is ftill a Shall I see glories beaming from his brow?
Loose then from earth the grasp of fond Or trace his footsteps by the rising flow'rs? Weigh anchor, and some happier clime e Your golden wings, now hov'ring o'er him shed Protection; now, are waving in applause
§ 198. Death unavoidable. To that blest son of forelight! lord of fate!
SINCE by life's passing breath, blown u That awful independant on To-morrow!
earth, Whose work is done; who triumphs in the past; Light as the summer's dust, we take in : Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile; A moment's giddy flight; and fall again Nor, like the Parthian, wound him as they.fy. Join the dull mass, increase the trodden If not by guilt, they wound us by their flight, And Neep till earth herfelf thall be no mo If folly bounds our prospect by the grave : Since then (as emmets their small work All feeling of futurity benumb'd!
thrown) All relish of realties expir'd :
We, fore amaz’d, from out eartli's ruina Renounc'd all correspondence with the skies ; And rise to fate extreme, of foul or fair, Embruted every faculty divine;
As man's own choice, controuler of the Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world :
As man's despotic will, this hour, decree The world, that gulph of souls, immortal souls, should not each warning give a strong al Souls elevate, angelic, wing'd with fire
Warning, far less than that of bosom to To reach the distant skies, and triumph there
From bolom, bleeding o'er the sacred de On thrones, which shall not mourn their masters should not each dial itrike us as we pals, chang'd,
Portentous, as the written wall, which ft Tho' we from earth; ethereal, they that fell. O'er midnight bowls, the proud Aflyrian Such veneration due, O man, to man ! Like that, the dial speaks; and points to
"O man, thy kingdom is departing from $ 196. Iuftability of Life.
And, while it lasts, is emptier than my 1 W110 venerate themselves the world despise.
Know, like the Median, fate is in thy wa For what, gay friend! is this escutcheon'a Man's make incloses thé sure feeds of de world,
Life feeds the murderer: ingrate: he thi Which hangs out, Death is one eternal night? On her own meal: and then his nurte de A night that glooms us in the noontide ray, And wrapts our thoughts, at banquets, in the $ 199. Life compared to the Sun-dia Life's little stage is a small eminence. (throud. That solar shadow, as it measures life, Inch high the grave above; that home of man, It life resembles too : life speeds away Where dwells the multitude: we gaze around, From point to point, tho' seeming to stan We read their monuments; we figh; and while The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth We figh, we fink; and are what we deplor'd; Too subtle is the movement to be seen, Lamenting, cr lamented, all our lot! Yet loon man's hour is up, and we are Is death at distance! no: he has been on thee : Warnings point outour danger, gnomon And given fure earnest of his final blow. (now? As these are vieless when the sun is tet; Those bours, which lately smild, where are they So those, but when more glorious reason Pallid to thought, and ghastly! drown'd, all Reason thould judge in ali; in reason's ¢ drown'd
That sedentary fadow travels hard: In that great deep, which nothing disembogues; But all mankind mistake their time of di And, dying, they bequeath'd thee fmall renown. Even age itfelt: fresh hopes are hourly 1 The rest are on the wing: how fleet their flight ! In furrow'd brows. So gentle life's desi Already has the fatal train took fire; We lhut our eyes, and think it is a plain Fetter days in winter, for the spring: His God sustains him in his final hour ! ve te ar bieifings into bane; since oft His final hour brings glory to his God! Va ut compute that age he cannot feel : Man's glory heaven vouch fafes to call its own, be tare bdieves he's older for his years. Amazement strikes ! devotion bursts to flame! 2. * Lie's latest eve, we keep in store Christians adore ! and infidels believe.
topointment fure, to crown the rest; At that black hour, wlich general horror Ibeds *sappointment of a promis'd hour. On the low level of the inglorious throng,
Sweet peace, and heavenly hope, and humble
Divinely beam on his exalted soul; [joy, 2003. Deatb of the good Man.
Destruction gild, and crown him for the skies. zdelander, O! the cordial warmth, Life, take thy chance; but oh for such an end ! sang fpirit, of a friend, traumers ripening by my side;
of falsehood long thrown down; 9201. NIGHT III. Pixture of Narcisa, Defcrip. *ca nitues riling in his soul ;
tion of ber Funeral, and a Reflection upon Man. Thiar; and Imiling, as they rise ! Sweet harmonist! and beautiful as sweet! Beari bo loft! Philander is no more. And young as beautiful! and soft as young! Da bidings brighten as they take their flight! And gay as foft! and innocent as gay! kata Priunder took; it were profane Ana happy (if aught happy here) as good ! och a glory lighted at the skies,
For fortune fond had built her nest on high. 2.5 fadows his illustrious close. Like birds quite exquisite of note and plume,
'tibene most affecting, moit sublime, Transfix'd by fate (who loves a lofty nark) "scou moft to man, should fleep unsung:
How from the summit of the grove she fell, et triumph! man's profoundest fåll! And left it unharmonious! at its charms Teed of the just! is yet undrawn Extinguish'd in the wonders of her fong! zred; it merits a divine: Her song still vibrates in my ravish'd ear,
Band paint it, angels ever there ; Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain s pot of honour, and of joy. (O to forget her!) thrilling thro' my heart ! cer wbere the good man meets his Song, Beauty, Youth, Love, Virtue, Joy! this
jeyond the common walk (fate of bright ideas, flowrs of paradise, (group alte, quite in the verge of heaven. As yet unforfeit! in one blaze we bind, 1, vertne! or else draw near with awe, Kneel, and present it to the skies; as all ryriflels demonstration dwells ; We guess of heaven, and these were all her own:
e dêmulation drops her malk, And the was mine; and I was-was !-most faiz apparent are the same. Gay title of the deepest misery!
tvou see his hold on heaven: As bodies grow more pond'rous robb’d of life.
arutzetbe lait moment,ownsitsfriends Good loft weighs more in grief than gain'd in joy. Sa ate dh; and points them out to Like blossomd trees v'erturn'd by vernal storm, ári, set of sovereign pow'r, [inen; Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; Tori, corte; and to virtue, peace!
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; batere frue the boastful hero plays,
Far lovlier! pity lwells the tide of love. Sziksha majesty in death;
And will not the severe excule a ligh? partil, the more the tyrant frowns. Scorn the proud man that is afhand to weep;
ir be feverely frown'd on thee, Our tears indulg'd indeed deserve our shame. Tung given! unceremonious fate ! Ye that e'er loft an angel! pity me. Aston ruh from life's meridian joys ! Soon as the luftre languish'd in her eye, bebis bed of pain! a plunge opaque
Dawning a dimmer day of human fight; brancozjecture! feeble nature's dread! And on her cheek, the residence of spring,
the thudders at the dark unknown! Pale omen fat, and scatter'd fears around
ezaguished! a juft opening grave! On all that saw, (and who could cease to gaze *** the laft, laft: what? (can words ex- Thatonce had feen?)—with hafte, parental haste,
[friend !” I flew, I snatch'd her from the rigid north, ch?) the last, last-ilence of a Her native bed, on which black Boreas blew,
mat's wreck, thro'vanquish'dagonies, And bore her nearer to the sun; the fun Les truggling thro this midnight (As if the sun could envy) check'd his beam,
[peace ! Denied his wonted succour; nor with more We of joy! what more than human Regret beheld her drouping, than the bells Wested mortal ? the poor abject worm? Of lilies ; faireft lilies, not so fair ! 1, 222th, the mortal to he found. Queen lilies ! and ye painted populace
seks be comforts; great in ruin, Who dwell in fields, and lead ambrosial lives : marekant grandeur, gives, not yields In morn and ev’ning dew your beauties bathe, - Sand forene; and clofes with his fate. And drink the sun; which gives your cheeks to
berts burnt within us at the scene ! Andout-bluth(mine excepted) every fair[glow; extrusbrave boundo'erlimits fixt to man? You gladlier grew, ambitious of her hand,
Which often cropp'd your odours, incense meet The dead how sacred ! Sacred is the dust To thought to pure! Ye lovely fugitives! Of this heaven-labour'd form, erect, divin Coeval race with man! for man you smile; This heaven-alium'd majestic robe of eart Why not smile at him too? You ihare indeed He deign d to wear, who hung the valt ex His íudden pais, but not his constant pain. With azure bright, and cloth d the fun in
So man is made, nought ministers delight, When ev'ry pallion sleeps that can offend But what his glowing pafsions can engage; When strikes us ev'ry motive that can mo And glowing paflions, bent on aught below, When man can wrcak his rancour unconer Muit Toon or late with anguish turn the scale ; That strongest curb on intült and iil-will And anguith, after rapture, how severe ! Then (pleen to duít? the duft of innocenc Rapture? Bold man who tempts the wrath di- An angel's duit?-- This Lucifer transcen By plucking fruit denied to mortal taste, (vine When he contended for the patriarch's ! While here presuming on the rights of Heaven. 'Twas not the strife of malice, but of prid For transport doit thou call on ev'ry hour, The ftiife of pontift pride, not pontiff gail Lorenzo ? At thy friend's expence be wise;. Far less than this is shocking, in a race Lean not on earth, 'twill pierce thee to the Most wretched but from ítreams of m A broken reed at beit, but oft a iper: (heart; And uncreated but for love divine; [ Onits sharp point reace bleeds,and ho; e expires. And, but for love divine, this moment lo Turn, hopeless thoughts! turn from her :- By fate resorb'd, and funk in endless nig thought repell do
Man hard of heart to man ! of horrid tri Resenting rallies, and wakes ev'ry woe. Most horrid! 'Mid itupendous, highly kr Snatch'd ere thy prime, and in thy bridal hour' Yer oft his courtesies are smoother wrong And when kind fortune, with thy lover, fiil'd! Pride brandites the favours he confers, And when high flavour:lthy freth op'ning joys! And contumelious his humanity: And when blind man pronouncu thy bliss What then bis vengeance? hear it not, ye complete!
And thou, pale moon! turn paler at the fo And on a foreign shore, where strangers wept ! Man is to man the forest, fureft ill. Strangers to thee; and, more surprising still, A previous blast foretels the rising storm Strangers to kindness wept: their eyes let fall O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fa Inhuman tears; strange tears! that trickled down Volcanos bellow ere they disembogue; From marble bearts ! obdurate tenderness! Earth trembles ere her yawning jaws devo A tenderness that call'd them more severe ; And smoke betrays the wide consuming In spite of nature's soft pursuafion, steel'd; Ruin from man is most conceal'd when n While nature meited, fuperftition rav'd; And sends the dreadful tidings in the bl That mourn'd the dead, and this denied a grave. Is this the fiight of fancy? Would it wer
Their fighs incens'd, ligns foreign to the will! Heaven's Sovereign faves all beings but hi Their will the tiger fuck’d, outrag'd the ftorm. That hideons sight, a naked human hear For, oh! the curs'd ungodlineis of zeal! While sinful flesh relented, fpirit nurs’d In blind infallibility's embrace,
$ 202.-NIGHT iv. Dealb not to be drea The fainted spirit petrified the breast :
How deep implanted in the breaft of man
The dread of death! I sing its fov'reign Denied the charity of dust, to spread O'er duit! a charity their dogs enjoy: (source is paft: not come, or gone, he's never he
Why start at death? where is he? death al Wiat could I do? what luccour? what re. Ere hope, sensation fails ; black-boding ! With pious facrilege a grave I stole,
Receives, not suffers, death's tremendous With impious picty that grave I wrong'd;
The knell, the shroud, the mattock,and the Short in my duty, coward in my grief? More like her murderer than friend, I crept These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, [!
The deep damp vault, the darkness, ar With fost suspended step, and muffled deep
The terrors of the living, not the dead. In midnight darkness whisper'd my last figh. I whisper d what should echothro' their realms; Man makes a death which nature never r
Imagination's fool, and error's wretch, Nor writ her name whose tomb thrould pierce Then on the point of his own fancy falls the skies.
And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing Presumptuous fear! how durst I dread her foes, While nature's loudest dictates I obey'd ? Pardon neceflity, bleft thade! Of grief
$ 203. Death desirable to the Aged. And indignation rival bursts I pour'd; But was death frightful, what has age to Half execration mingled with my pray'ı; If prudent, age should meet the friendly 1 Kindled at man, while I his God ador'd; And shelter in his hospitable gloom. Sore grudg’d the lavage land her sacred dust; I scarce can meet a monument but holds Stamp'd the curs'd foil; and with humanity My younger : every date cries“Come at (Denied Narcilla) with d them all a grave. And what recalls me? look the world aro
Glows iny resentment into guilt? What guil: And tell me what: the wiseft cannot tell Can equal violations of the dead?
should any born of woman give his thou
Ji rag, on just difike's unbounded field; Grasping at air! for what has earth beside ? things the vanity; of men, the flaws; Man wants but little ; nor that little, long: .." in the belt; the many, law all o'er, How soon must he refign his very dust,
wards fputredi, or aÆthiops, dark; Which frugal nature lent him for an hour? Als sil; good dying immature; Years unexperienc'd rush on numerous ills ;
* its death bequearning endless pain; And soon as man, expert from time, has found 1 sattho bold could ficken at the fight, The key of life, it opes the gates of death.
pend itself in fighs, for future scenes. When in this vale of years I backward look, Bethant to life fome perquisites of joy; And miss such numbers, numbers too of such * peticTe is, when, like a thrice-told tale, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, L'agried life of sweet can yield no more, And stricter on their guard, and fitter far 3479 or comment on the comedy, To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe Puntetions on parts well-sustain d, I ftill survive; and am I fond of life, peeped crnendations where we fail'd, Who scarce can think it possible I live? bopes of plaudits from our candid judge, Alive by miracle ! if still alive, Whe, cn their exit, fouls are bid unrobe, Who long have bury'd what gives life to live, And on this mulk of tieth behind the scene. Firmness of nerve, and energy of thought. S'te me, that imeis come; my world is dead: Life's lee is not more thallow, than impure, Ara word rises, and new manners reign : And vapid; sense and reason thew the door, afa gert race starts up! the strangers gaze, Call for my bier, and point me to the dust. I at thero; my neighbour is unknown.
$ 206. Address to the Dity. 204. Folly of Human Pursuits. O Thou great arbiter of life and death! BEST ke that hand divine, which gently laid Nature's immortal, immaterial fun! BE rett beneath this humble théd ! Whose all-prolific beam late calld me forth Teseisa stately bark, on dangerous feas, From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay Wri agire feen, but boarded at our peril; The wormos inferior, and, in rank, beneath Haz sa a fagie plank, thrown safe alhore,
The dust I tread on; high to bear my brow, 1. tutiult of the diftant throng,
To drink the spirit of the golden day, At leas remote, or dying storins;
And triumph in existence; and could'st know Advefate on scenes, more lilent still; No motive, but my bliss; with Abraham's joy, Fue theme, and fight the fear of death. Thy call I follow to the land unknown; Fre, like a snepherd, gazing from his hut,
I trust in thee, and know in whom I trust; Teks Red, or leaning on his staff,
Or life or death is equal; neither weighs,
All weight in this-o let me live to thee!
$ 207. Fears of Death extinguished by Man's As viva, in capine; as the fox for wiles;
Redemption. Till det, it mighty hunter, earths them all. Tho' nature's terrors, thus, may be represt;
W autori ici triumphs of an hour? Still fiowns grim deatlı; gilt points the tyrant's 19,449 we wade in wealth, or foar in fune? spear. Ele; a cicá tlation ends in “ here he lies," who can appease its anguilh ? how it burns! Auto.a to dut" oncludes her nobleft fong. What hand the barbod, envenom'd thought can 12 pes, puiterity shall know
draw? 3. Britain born, with courtiers bred, What healing hand can pour the balm of peace Wagde even gold might come a day too And turn my fight undaunted on the tomb
With joy, — with grief, that healing hand I szez Sis subtle death-bed plann'd his scheme Ah! too conspicuous! it is fix'd on high! [fee; Fr que vacancies in church, or state ; On high?- What meansmyphrenzy?Iblaspheme, be rain deen:ing it-to die;
l'as! how low! how far beneath the skies! Carthage canine of dying rich:
The skies it form'd; and now it bleeds for me Gruz's brander! and the loudet laugh of hell. But bleeds the balm I want-yet still it bleeds:
Draw the dire steel-ah no!--the dreadful blefa
fing $ 23. Ferty of the Love of Life in the Aged. O my seals! remnant of yourselves !
What heart or can sustain i or dares forego?
There hangs all human hope: that nail supports Pra la ruins, tott'ring o'er the
Our falling universe: that gone, we drop: S: I we, full aged men, like aged trees, Horror receives us, and the dilmal wish Som de deeper their vile root, and closer cling, Creation had been smother'd in her birth. to more enamour'd of this wretched fojis (out, Darkness his curtain, and his bed the dust,
ser pale, wither'd hands be still stretch'd When stars and sun are dust beneath his throne! Tuborg, at once with eagerness and age ? In heaven itself can such indulgence dwell? Web marice, and convulxons grasping hard to what a groan was there? A groan not his,