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898.--EDWIN AND EMMA. Far in the windings of a vale,
Fast by a sheltering wood,
A humble cottage stood.
Beneath a mother's eye;
To see her blest, and die.
Gave colour to her cheek;
When vernal mornings break.
This charmer of the plains :
To paint our lily deigns.
Each maiden with despair ;
Yet knew not she was fair:
A soul devoid of art;
Shone forth the feeling heart.
Was quickly too revealed ;
That virtue keeps concealed.
Did love on both bestow !
Where fortune proves a foe.
Like her in mischief joyed,
Each darker art employed.
Who love nor pity knew, Was all unfeeling as the clod
From whence his riches grew. Long had he seen their secret flame,
And seen it long unmoved ;
Har sternly disapproved.
Of differing passions strove :
Yet could not cease to love.
The spreading hawthorn crept,
Where Emma walked and wept.
Beneath the moonlight shade, In sighs to pour his soften'd soul,
The midnight mourner strayed.
His cheek, where health with beauty
Before the northern blast.
Hung o'er his dying bed;
And fruitless sorrows shed.
Sweet mercy yet can move,
What they must ever love!
And bathed with many a tear :
So morning dews appear.
A cruel sister she!
“My Edwin, live for me!”
The churchyard path along, The blast blew cold, the dark owl screamed I
Her lover's funeral song.
Her startling fancy found
His groan in every sound.
The visionary vale-
Sad sounding in the gale!
Her aged mother's door :
That angel face no more.
Beat high against my side!”
She shivered, sighed, and died.
899.-SONG. The smiling morn, the breathing spring, Invite the tuneful birds to sing, And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely, wise, Like them improve the hour that flies, And in soft raptures waste the day Among the shades of Endermay. For soon the winter of the year, And age, life's winter, will appear :
From 1727 to 1780.] TENDENCIES OF SOUL TOWARDS THE INFINITE.
At this, thy living bloom will fade,
Darid Mallet.-Born 1700, Died 1765.
900.-A FUNERAL HYMN. Ye midnight Shades ! o'er Nature spread Dumb silence of the dreary hour; In honour of the approaching dead Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground, Thro' all this deep surrounding gloom, The sober thought, The tear untaught, Those meetest mourners at a tomb.
Lo! as the surpliced train draw near
Darid Mallet.-Born 1700, Died 1765,
901.—TENDENCIES OF THE SOUL
TOWARDS THE INFINITE. Say, why was man so eminently raised Amid the vast creation; why ordain'd Through life and death to dart his piercing
eye, With thoughts beyond the limit of his
frame; But that the Omnipotent might send hiin
forth In sight of mortal and immortal powers, As on a boundless theatre, to run The great career of justice; to exalt His generous aim to all diviner deeds ; To chase each partial purpose from his
breast : And through the mists of passion and of sense, And through the tossing tide of chance and
pain, To hold his course unfaltering, while the voice Of Truth and Virtue, up the steep ascent Of Nature, calls him to his high reward, The applauding smile of Heaven ? Else
wherefore burns In mortal bosoms this unquenchèd hope, That breathes from day to day sublimer.
things, And mocks possession ? wherefore darts the
mind, With such resistless ardour, to embrace Majestic forms; impatient to be free, Spurning the gross control of wilful might; Proud of the strong contention of her toils ; Proud to be daring? Who but rather turns To Heaven's broad fire his unconstrained view, Than to the glimmering of a waxen flame? Who that, from Alpine heights, his labouring
eye Shoots round the wide horizon, to survey Nilus or Ganges rolling his bright wave Through mountains, plains; through empires
black with shade And continents of sand ; will turn his gaze To mark the windings of a scanty rill That murmurs at his feet? The high-born
soul Disdains to rest her heaven-aspiring wing Beneath its native quarry. Tired of Earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air; pursues the flying
storm; Rides on the volley'd lightning through the
heavens ; Or, yoked with whirlwinds and the northern
blast, Sweeps the long tract of day. Then high she The blue profound, and hovering round the
Sun, Beholds him pouring the redundant stream Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway Bend the reluctant planets to absolve The fated rounds of Time. Thence far
effused She darts her swiftness up the long career
Of devious comets; through its burning
signs Exulting measures the perennial wheel
Of Nature, and looks back on all the stars, • Whose blended light, as with a milky zone,
Invest the orient. Now amazed she views The empyreal waste, where happy spirits
hold, Beyond this concave Heaven, their calm
abode; And fields of radiance, whose unfading light Has travell’d the profound six thousand
years, Nor yet arrives in sight of mortal things. Even on the barriers of the world untired She meditates the eternal depth below; Till half recoiling, down the headlong steep She plunges ; soon o'erwhelm'd and swallowa
up In that immense of being. There her hopes Rest at the fated goal. For from the birth Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery
lap, The soul should find enjoyment: but from
these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all the ascent of things enlarge her
view, Till every bound at length should disappear, And infinite perfection close the scene.
Akenside.--Born 1721, Died 1770.
The form of beauty smiling at his heart,
head, Or yield the harvest promised in its spring. Nor yet will every soil with equal stores Repay the tiller's labour; or attend His will, obsequious, whether to produce The olive or the laurel. Different minds Incline to different objects : one pursues The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild ; Another sighs for harmony, and grace, And gentlest beauty. Hence when lightning
fires The arch of heaven, and thunders rock the
ground; When furious whirlwinds rend the howling
air, And ocean, groaning from his lowest bed, Heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky, Amid the mighty uproar, while below The nations tremble, Shakspeare looks abroad From some high cliff superior, and enjoys The elemental war. But Waller longs All on the margin of some flowery stream To spread his careless limbs amid the cool Of plantain shades, and to the listening deer The tale of slighted vows and love's disdain Resound soft-warbling all the live-long day: Consenting zephyr sighs; the weeping rill Joins in his plaint, melodious; mute the
groves; And hill and dale with all their echoes
mourn. Such and so various are the tastes of men. O blest of heaven! whom not the languid
songs Of luxury, the siren! not the bribes Of sordid wealth, nor all the gaudy spoils Of pageant honour, can seduce to leave Those ever-blooming sweets, which from the
store Of nature fair imagination culls To charm the enliven’d soul! What though
902.--TASTE. What then is taste, but these internal
powers Active, and strong, and feelingly alive To each fine impulse ? a discerning sense Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust From things deformed or disarranged, or
gross In species ? This, nor gems nor stores of
gold, Nor purple state, nor culture can bestow; But God alone, when first his active hand Imprints the secret bias of the soul. He, mighty parent, wise and just in all, Free as the vital breeze or light of heaven, Reveals the charms of nature. Ask the
swain Who journeys homeward from a
day's Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming, as through amber
clouds, O'er all the western sky; full soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutored airs, Beyond the power of language, will unfold
Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Bless'd could my skill through ages make thee Its lacid leaves unfolds : for him the hand
shine, Of autumn tinges every fertile branch
And proud to mix my memory with thine. With blooming gold and blushes like the But now the cause that waked my song
before, Each passing hour sheds tribute from her With praise, with triumph, crowns the toil wings;
no more. And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, If to the glorious man whose faithful cares, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Nor quell'a by malice, nor relax'd by years, Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes Had awed Ambition's wild audacious hate, The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain And dragg'd at length Corruption to her From all the tenants of the warbling shade
fate; Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake If every tongue its large applauses owed, Fresh pleasure, unreproved. Nor thence par And well-earn'd laurels every Muse bestow'd; takes
If public Justice urged the high reward, Fresh pleasure only: for the attentive mind, And Freedom smiled on the devoted bard ; By this harmonious action on her powers, Say then, to him whose levity or lust Becomes herself harmonious : wont so oft Laid all a people's generous hopes in dust; In outward things to meditate the charm Who taught Ambition firmer heights of Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home
power, To find a kindred order, to exert
And saved Corruption at her hopeless hour; Within herself this elegance of love,
Does not each tongue its execrations owe? This fair inspired delight : her tempered Shall not each Muse a wreath of shame powers
bestow, Refine at length, and every passion wears And public Justice sanctify th' award, A chaster, milder, more attractive mien. And Freedom's hand protect the impartial But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze
bard ? On nature's form, where, negligent of all Yet long reluctant I forbore thy name, These lesser graces, she assumes the port Long watch'd thy virtue like a dying flame, Of that eternal majesty that weighed
Hung o'er each glimmering spark with anxious The world's foundations; if to these the eyes, mind
And wish'd and hoped the light again would Exalts her daring eye ; then mightier far
rise. Will be the change, and nobler. Would the But since thy guilt still more entire appears, forms
Since no art hides, no supposition clears ; Of servile custom cramp her generous power ; Since vengeful Slander now too sinks her Would sordid policies, the barbarous growth blast, Of ignorance and rapine, bow her down And the first rage of party hate is past ; To tame pursuits, to indolence and fear? Calm as the judge of truth, at length I come Lo! she appeals to nature, to the winds To weigh thy merits, and pronounce thy And rolling waves, the sun's unwearied doom : course,
So may my trust from all reproach be free ; The elements and seasons : all declare
And Earth and Time confirm the fair decree. For what the eternal Maker has ordained
There are who say they view'd without The powers of man: we feel within ourselves His energy divine: he tells the heart,
The sad reverse of all thy former praise : He meant, he made us to behold and love That through the pageants of a patriot's name, What he beholds and loves, the general orb They pierced the foulness of thy secret aim; Of life and being; to be great like him, Or deem'd thy arm exalted but to throw Beneficent and active. Thus the men
The public thunder on a private foe. Whom nature's works can charm, with God But I, whose soul consented to thy cause, himself
Who felt thy genius stamp its own applause, Hold converse ; grow familiar, day by day, Who saw the spirits of each glorious age With his conceptions, act upon his plan, Move in thy bosom, and direct thy rage; And form to his, the relish of their souls. I scorn'd the ungenerous gloss of slavish
minds, Akenside.-Born 1721, Died 1770.
The owl-eyed race, whom Virtue's lustre
blinds. Spite of the learned in the ways of vice, And all who prove that each man has his
price, 903.-AN EPISTLE TO CURIO.
I still believed thy end was just and free; Thrice has the spring beheld thy faded fame, And yet, even yet, believe it-spite of thee. And the fourth winter rises on thy shame, Even though thy mouth impure has dared Since I exulting grasp'd the votive shell,
disclaim, In sounds of triumph all thy praise to tell ; Urged by the wretched impotence of shame,
Whatever filial cares thy zeal had paid
Touch'd in the sighing shade with manlier To laws infirm, and liberty decay'd ;
fires, Has begg'd Ambition to forgive the show ; To trace thy steps the love-sick youth Has told Corruption thou wert 'ne'er her foe; aspires; Has boasted in thy country's awful ear, The learn'd recluse, who oft amazed had Her gross delusion when she held thee dear; read How tame she follow'd thy tempestuous Of Grecian heroes, Roman patriots dead, call,
With new amazement hears a living name And heard thy pompous tales, and trusted Pretend to share in such forgotten fame; all
And he who, scorning courts and courtly Rise from your sad abodes, ye cursed of old ways, For laws subverted, and for cities sold ! Left the tame track of these dejected days, Paint all the noblest trophies of your guilt, The life of nobler ages to renew The oaths you perjured, and the blood you In virtues sacred from a monarch's view, spilt;
Roused by thy labours from the bless'd Yet must you one untempted vileness own,
retreat, One dreadful palm reserved for him alone; Where social ease and public passions meet, With studied arts his country's praise to Again ascending treads the civil scene, spurn,
To act and be a man, as thou hadst been. To beg the infamy he did not earn,
Thus by degrees thy cause superior grew, To challenge hate when honour was his due, And the great end appear'd at last in view : And plead his crimes where all his virtue We heard the people in thy hopes rejoice, knew.
We saw the senate bending to thy voice; Do robes of state the guarded heart enclose The friends of freedom hail'd the approaching From each fair feeling human nature knows? reign Can pompous titles stun the enchanted ear Of laws for which our fathers bled in vain; To all that reason, all that sense would While venal Faction, struck with new dishear ?
may, Else couldst thou e'er desert thy sacred post, Shrunk at their frown, and self-abandon'd In such unthankful baseness to be lost?
lay. Else couldst thou wed the emptiness of vice, Waked in the shock the public Genius rose, And yield thy glories at an idiot's price ? Abash'd and keener from his long repose;
When they who, loud for liberty and laws, Sublime in ancient pride, he raised the spear In doubtful times had fought their country's Which slaves and tyrants long were wont to cause,
fear; When now of conquest and dominion sure, The city felt his call: from man to man, They sought alone to hold their fruits From street to street, the glorious horror secure ;
ran; When taught by these, Oppression hid the Each crowded haunt was stirr'd beneath his face,
power, To leave Corruption stronger in her place, And, murmuring, challenged the deciding By silent spells to work the public fate,
hour. And taint the vitals of the passive state,
Lo! the deciding hour at last appears ; Till healing Wisdom should avail no more, The hour of every freeman's hopes and And Freedom loathe to tread the poison'd fears! shore :
Thou, Genius! guardian of the Roman name, Then, liko some guardian god that flies to O ever prompt tyrannic rage to tame!
Instruct the mighty moments as they roll, The weary pilgrim from an instant grave, And guide each movement steady to the Whom, sleeping and secure, the guileful goal. snake
Ye spirits by whose providential art Steals near and nearer through the peaceful Succeeding motives turn the changeful heart, brake;
Keep, keep the best in view to Curio's mind, Then Curio rose to ward the public woe, And watch his fancy, and his passions bind ! To wake the heedless, and incite the slow, Ye shades immortal, who by Freedom led, Against Corruption Liberty to arm,
Or in the field or on the scaffold bled, And quell the enchantress by a mightier Bend from your radiant seats a joyful eye, charm.
And view the crown of all your labours nigh. Swift o'er the land the fair contagion flew, See Freedom mounting her eternal throne! And with thy country's hopes thy honours The sword submitted, and the laws her grew.
own: Thee, patriot, the patrician roof confess'd; See! public Power chastised beneath her Thy powerful voice the rescued merchant stands, bless'd;
With eyes intent, and uncorrupted hands! Of thee with awe the rural hearth resounds; See private Life by wisest arts reclaim'd! The bowl to thee the grateful sailor crowns; See ardent youth to noblest manners framed !