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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,

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, I 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 moro, 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 ! save

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; I See ardent youth to noblest manners framed !

See us acquire whate'er was sought by you, If Curio, only Curio will be true. 'Twas then–O shame! O trust how ill

repaid ! O Latium, oft by faithless sons betray'd !'Twas then-What frenzy on thy reason

stole ? What spells unsinew'd thy determined

soul Is this the man in Freedom's cause approved, The man so great, so honour'd, so beloved, This patient slave by tinsel chains allured, This wretched suitor for a boon abjured, This Curio, hated and despised by all, Who fell himself to work his country's fall ?

O lost, alike to action and repose ! Unknown, unpitied in the worst of woes ! With all that conscious, undissembled pride, Sold to the insults of a foe defied ! With all that habit of familiar fame, Doom'd to exhaust the dregs of life in

shame! The sole sad refuge of thy baffled art To act a statesman's dull, exploded part, Renounce the praise no longer in thy power, Display thy virtue, though without a dower, Contemn the giddy crowd, the vulgar wind, And shut thy eyes that others may be

blind.

Forgive me, Romans, that I bear to smile, When shameless mouths your majesty defile, Paint you a thoughtless, frantic, headlong

crew, And cast their own impieties on you. For witness, Freedom, to whose sacred

power My soul was vow'd from reason's earliest

hour, How have I stood exulting, to survey My country's virtues, opening in thy ray! How with the sons of every foreign shore The more I match'd them, honour'd hers the

more! O race erect! whose native strength of soul, Which kings, nor priests, nor sordid laws

control, Bursts the tame round of animal affairs, And seeks a nobler centre for its cares; Intent the laws of life to comprehend, And fix dominion's limits by its end. Who, bold and equal in their love or hate, By conscious reason judging every state, The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's

disguise : Thence prompt alike with witty scorn to

view Fastidious Grandeur lift his solemn brow, Or, all awake at pity's soft command, Bend the mild ear, and stretch the gracious

hand : Thence large of heart, from envy far re

moved, When public toils to virtue stand approved, Not the young lover fonder to admire, Not more indulgent the delighted sire;

Yet high and jealous of their free-born

name, Fieroe as the flight of Jove's destroying

flame, Where'er Oppression works her wanton

sway, Proud to confront, and dreadful to repay. But if to purchase Curio's sage applause, My country must with him renounce her

cause, Quit with a slave the path a patriot trod, Bow the meek knee, and kiss the regal rod; Then still, ye powers, instruct his tongue to

rail, Nor let his zeal, nor let his subject fail : Else, ere he change the style, bear me away To where the Gracchi, where the Bruti

stay! O long revered, and late resign’d to shame! If this uncourtly page thy notice claim When the loud cares of business are with.

drawn, Nor well-dress'd beggars round thy footsteps

fawn ; In that still, thoughtful, solitary hour, When Truth exerts her unresisted power, Breaks the false optics tinged with fortune's

glare, Unlocks the breast, and lays the passions

bare ; Then turn thy eyes on that important scene, And ask thyself-if all be well within. Where is the heart-felt worth and weight of

soul, Which labour could not stop, nor fear con

trol ? Where the known dignity, the stamp of

awe, Which, half-abash'd, the proud and venal

saw ? Where the calm triumphs of an honest cause ? Where the delightful taste of just applause ? Where the strong reason, the commanding

tongue, On which the senate fired or trembling hung ? All vanish'd, all are sold-and in their room, Couch'd in thy bosom's deep, distracted

gloom, See the pale form of barbarous Grandeur

dwell, Like some grim idol in a sorcerer's cell ! To her in chains thy dignity was led ; At her polluted shrine thy honour bled ; With blasted weeds thy awful brow she

crown'd, Thy powerful tongue with poison'd philters

bound, That baffled Reason straight indignant flew, And fair Persuasion from her seat withdrew : For now no longer Truth supports thy cause; No longer Glory prompts thee to applause; No longer Virtue breathing in thy breast, With all her conscious majesty confess'd, Still bright and brighter wakes the almighty

flame, To rouse the feeble, and the wilful tame,

And where she sees the catching glimpses | No gleam of hope their baleful mansion roll,

cheers, Spreads the strong blaze, and all involves the No sound of honour hails their unbless'd soul;

ears; But cold restraints thy conscious fancy chill, But dire reproaches from the friend beAnd formal passions mock thy struggling tray'd, will;

The childless sire and violated maid ; Or, if thy Genius e'er forget his chain,

But vengeful vows for guardian laws effaced, And reach impatient at a nobler strain, From towns enslaved, and continents laid Soon the sad bodings of contemptuous mirth

waste ; Shoot through thy breast, and stab the ge. But long posterity's united groan, nerous birth,

And the sad charge of horrors not their own, Till, blind with smart, from truth to frenzy For ever through the trembling space resound, toss'd,

And sink each impious forehead to the And all the tenor of thy reason lost,

ground. Perhaps thy anguish drains a real tear;

Ye mighty foes of liberty and rest, While some with pity, some with laughter Give way, do homage to a mightier guest ! hear.

Ye daring spirits of the Roman race, Can art, alas ! or genius, guide the head, See Curio's toil your proudest claims efface ! Where truth and freedom from the heart are Awed at the name, fierce Appius rising fled?

bends, Can lesser wheels repeat their native stroke, And hardy Cinna from his throne attends : When the prime function of the soul is “He comes," they cry, “to whom the fates broke ?

assign'd But come, unhappy man! thy fates im. With surer arts to work what we design'd, pend;

From year to year the stubborn herd to sway, Come, quit thy friends, if yet thou hast a Mouth all their wrongs, and all their rage friend;

obey ; Turn from the poor rewards of guilt like | Till own'd their guide, and trusted with their thine,

power, Renounce thy titles, and thy robes resign; He mock'd their hopes in one decisive hour; For see the hand of Destiny display'd

Then, tired and yielding, led them to the To shut thee from the joys thou hast be chain, tray'd!

And quench'd the spirit we provoked in See the dire fame of Infamy arise !

vain." Dark as the grave, and spacious as the But thou, Supreme, by whose eternal hands skies;

Fair Liberty's heroio empire stands; Where, from the first of time, thy kindred Whose thunders the rebellious deep control,

And quell the triumphs of the traitor's soul, The chiefs and princes of the unjust remain. Oh! turn this dreadful omen far away : Eternal barriers guard the pathless road On Freedom's foes their own attempts repay : To warn the wanderer of the cursed abode; Relume her sacred fire so near suppress'd, But prone as whirlwinds scour the assive p And fix her shrine in every Roman breast : sky,

Though bold Corruption boast around the The heights surmounted, down the steep they land, fly.

" Let virtue, if she can, my baits withstand !” There, black with frowns, relentless Time Though bolder now she urge the accursed awaits,

claim, And goads their footsteps to the guilty Gay with her trophies raised on Curio's gates;

shame; And still he asks them of their unknown Yet some there are who scorn her impious aims,

mirth, Evolves their secrets, and their guilt pro Who know what conscience and a heart are claims;

worth. And still his hands despoil them on the road | O friend and father of the human mind, Of each yain wreath, by lying bards bestow'd, Whose art for noblest ends our frame Break their proud marbles, crush their festal design'd! cars,

If I, though fated to the studious shade And rend the lawless trophies of their wars. Which party-strife, nor anxious power invade, At last the gates his potent voice obey ; If I aspire in public virtue's cause, Fierce to their dark abode he drives his To guide the Muses by sublimer laws, prey;

Do thou her own authority impart, Where, ever arm'd with adamantine chains, And give my numbers entrance to the heart. The watchful demon o'er her vassals reigns, Perhaps the verse might rouse her smother'd O’er mighty names and giant-powers of lust,

flame, The great, the sage, the happy, and august. And snatch the fainting patriot back to fame;

train,

flow?

Perhaps by worthy thoughts of human kind, “Ah, luckless day! when first with fond To worthy deeds exalt the conscious mind;

surprise Or dash Corruption in her proud career, On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes ! And teach her slaves that Vice was born to Then in wild tumults all my soul was tost, fear.

Then reason, liberty, at once were lost :

And every wish, and thought, and care, was Akenside.--Born 1721, Died 1770.

gone, But what my heart employ'd on her alone. Then too she smiled: can smiles our peace

destroy, Those lovely children of Content and Joy ?

How can soft pleasure and tormenting woe 904.-THE PROGRESS OF LOVE. From the same spring at the same moment Pope, to whose reed beneath the beachen Unhappy boy! these vain inquiries cease, shade

Thought could not guard, nor will restore, thy The nymphs of Thames a pleased attention peace : paid ;

Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure, While yet thy Muse, content with humbler And soothe the pain thou know'st not how to praise,

cure. Warbled in Windsor's grove her sylvan lays ; Come, flattering Memory! and tell my heart Though now, sublimely borne on Homer's How kind she was, and with what pleasing wing,

art Of glorious wars and godlike chiefs she sing : She strove its fondest wishes to obtain, Wilt thou with me revisit once again

Confirm her power, and faster bind my chain. The crystal fountain, and the flowery plain? If on the green we danced, a mirthful band, Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verse relate To me alone she gave her willing hand; The various changes of a lover's state; Her partial taste, if e'er I touch'd the lyre, And, while each turn of passion I pursue, Still in my song found something to admire, Ask thy own heart if what I tell be true ? By none but her my crook with flowers was To the green margin of a lonely wood,

crown'd, Whose pendent shades o'erlook'd a silver By none but her my brows with ivy bound : flood,

The world, that Damon was her choice, be. Young Damon came, unknowing where he lieved, stray'd,

The world, alas ! like Damon, was deceived. Full of the image of his beauteous maid : When last I saw her, and declared my fire His flock, far off, unfed, untended, lay,

In words as soft as passion could inspire, To every savage a defenceless prey ;

Coldly she heard, and full of scorn withdrew, No sense of interest could their master move, Without one pitying glance, one sweet adieu. And every care seem'd trifling now but love. The frighted hind, who sees his ripen'd corn Awhile in pensive silence he remain'd,

Up from the roots by sudden tempests torn, But, though his voice was mute, his looks Whose fairest hopes destroy'd and blasted complain'd;

lie, At length the thoughts, within his bosom Feels not so keen a pang of grief as I. pent,

Ah, how have I deserved, inhuman maid, Forced his unwilling tongue to give them To have my faithful service thus repaid ? vent.

Were all the marks of kindness I received “Ye nymphs,” he cried, “ye Dryads, who But dreams of joy, that. charm'd me and so long

deceived ? Have favour'd Damon, and inspired his Or did you only nurse my growing love, song;

That with more pain I might your hatred For whom, retired, I shun the gay resorts

prove ? Of sportful cities, and of pompous courts ; Sure guilty treachery no place could find In vain I bid the restless world adieu,

In such a gentle, such a generous mind : To seek tranquillity and peace with you. A maid brought up the woods and wilds Though wild Ambition and destructive Rage among No factions here can form, no wars can Could ne'er have learnt the art of courts so wage :

young : Though Envy frowns not on your humble No; let me rather think her anger feign'd, shades,

Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd; Nor Calamny your innocence invades :

'Twas only modesty that seem'd disdain, Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breast, | And her heart suffer'd when she gave me Too often violates your boasted rest; With inbred storms disturbs your calm Pleased with this flattering thought, the retreat,

love-sick boy And taints with bitterness each rural sweet. Felt the faint dawning of a doubtful joy ;

pain."

Back to his flock more cheerful he return'd, So Locke the days of studious quiet spent ; When now the setting Sun more fiercely So Boyle in wisdom found divine content; burn'd,

So Cambray, worthy of a happier doom, Blue vapours rose along the mazy rills,

The virtuous slave of Louis and of Rome. And light's last blushes tinged the distant Good Wor'ster thus supports his drooping hills.

age,

Far from court-flattery, far from party-rage ; Lord Lyttelton.-Born 1709, Died 1773.

He, who in youth a tyrant's frown defied,
Firm and intrepid on his country's side,
Her boldest champion then, and now her

mildest guide!

O generous warmth! O sanctity divine ! 905.-TO THE REVEREND To emulate his worth, my friend, be thine :

Learn from his life the duties of the gown; DR. AYSCOUGH.

Learn, not to flatter, nor insult the crown ; Say, dearest friend, how roll thy hours away ? | Nor, basely servile, court the guilty great, What pleasing study cheats the tedious day? | Nor raise the church a rival to the state : Dost thou the sacred volumes oft explore To error mild, to vice alone severe, Of wise Antiquity's immortal lore,

Seek not to spread the law of love by fear. Where virtue, by the charms of wit refined, The priest who plagues the world can never At once exalts and polishes the mind ?

mend : How different from our modern guilty art, No foe to man was e'er to God a friend. Which pleases only to corrupt the heart; Let reason and let virtue faith maintain : Whose curst refinements odious vice adorn, All force but theirs is impious, weak, and And teach to honour what we ought to scorn!

vain. Dost thou in sage historians joy to see

Me other cares in other climes engage, How Roman greatness rose with liberty : Cares that become my birth, and suit my How the same hands that tyrants durst age; control

In various knowledge to improve my youth, Their empire stretch'd from Atlas to the 'And conquer prejudice, worst foe to truth; Pole;

| By foreign arts domestic faults to mend, Till wealth and conquest into slaves refined ! Enlarge my notions, and my views extend ; The proud luxurious masters of mankind ? The useful science of the world to know, Dost thou in letter'd Greece each charm Which books can never teach, or pedants admire,

show. Each grace, each virtue, Freedom could A nation here I pity and admire, inspire;

Whom noblest sentiments of glory fire, Yet in her troubled state see all the woes, Yet taught, by custom's force and bigot fear, And all the crimes, that giddy Faction To serve with pride, and boast the yoke they knows;

bear : Till, rent by parties, by corruption sold, Whose nobles, born to cringe and to com. Or weakly careless, or too rashly bold,

mand She sunk beneath a mitigated doom,

(In courts a mean, in camps a generous The slave and tutoress of protecting Rome ?

band), Does calm Philosophy her aid impart,

From each low tool of power content receive To guide the passions, and to mend the Those laws, their dreaded arms to Europe heart ? :

give. Taught by her precepts, hast thou learnt the | Whose people (vain in want, in bondage end

blest; To which alone the wise their studies bend; Though plunder'd, gay; industrious, though For which alone by Nature were design'd

opprest)
The powers of thought-to benefit mankind ? With happy follies rise above their fate,
Not, like a cloister'd drone, to read and doze, The jest and envy of each wiser stato.
In undeserving, undeserved repose;

Yet here the Muses deign'd awhile to sport
But reason's influence to diffuse ; to clear In the short sunshine of a favouring court:
Th' enlighten'd world of every gloomy fear; Here Boileau, strong in sense and sharp in
Dispel the mists of error, and unbind

wit, Those pedant chains that clog the free-born Who, from the ancients, like the ancients mind.

writ, Happy who thus his leisure can employ! Permission gain'd inferior vice to blame, He knows the purest hours of tranquil joy; By flattering incense to his master's fame. Nor vext with pangs that busier bosoms tear, Here Molière, first of comic wits, excell'd Nor lost to social virtue's pleasing care; Whate'er Athenian theatres beheld; Safe in the port, yet labouring to sustain By keen, yet decent, satire skill'd to please, Those who still float on the tempestuous With morals mirth uniting, strength with main.

ease.

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