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And prondly thy success behold;

'Tis in vain, alas! I find, We attend thy reverend length of days

Much in vain, my zealous mind With benediction and with praise,

Would to learned Wisdom's throne And hail thee in our public ways

Dedicate each thoughtful hour: Like some great spirit fam'd in ages old.

Nature bids a softer power

Claim some minutes for his own.
While thus our vows prolong
Thy steps on Earth, and when by us resign'd Let the busy or the wise

Thou join'st thy seniors, that heroic throng View him with contemptuous eyes;
Who rescued or preserv'd the rights of human kind, Love is native to the heart:

0! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue Guide its wishes as you will;
Thee still, her friend and benefactor, name: Without Love, you 'll find it still
O! never, Hoadly, in thy country's eyes,

Void in one essential part.
May impious gold, or pleasure's gandy prize,
Make public virtue, public freedom, vile; Me though no peculiar fair
Nor our own manners tempt us to disclaim Touches with a lover's care;

That heritage, our noblest wealth and fame, Though the pride of my desire Which thou hast kept entire from force and factious Asks immortal friendship’s vaine, guile.

Asks the palm of bonest fame,

And the old heroic lyre;

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How Virgil mourn'd the sordid fate

What care hast thou to guard from Fortune's sway? To that melodious lyre assigu’d,

Amid the storms of war, how soon may ail Beneath a tutor who so late

The lofty pile from its foundations fall,
With Midas and his rout combin'd

Of ages the proud toil, the ruiu of a day!
By spiteful clamour to confound
That very lyre's enchanting sound,

No: thou art rich, thy streams and fertile valer Though listening realms adınir'd around:

Add Industry's wise gifts to Nature's store:

And every port is crowded with thy sails, How Horace own'd he thought the fire

And every wave throws treasure on thy shore, Of his friend Pope's satiric line

What boots it? If luxurious plenty charm Did further fuel scarce require

Thy selfish heart from glory, if thy arm From such a militant divine:

Shrink at the frowns of danger and of pain, How Milton scorn'd the sophist vain,

Those gifts, that treasure is no longer thine. Who durst approach his ballow'd strain

Oh rather far be poor. Thy gold will shine With unwash'd hands and lips profane.

Tempting the eye of force, and deck thee to thy

bane. Then Shakspeare, debonnair and mild, Brought that strange comment forth to view;

But what hath force or war to do with thee? Conceits more deep, he said and smil'd,

Girt by the azure tide, and thron'd sublime Than his own fools or madmen knew :

Amid thy floating bulwarks, thou canst see, But thank'd a generous friend above,

With scorn, the fury of each hostile clime Who did with free adventurous love

Dash'd ere it reach thee. Sacred from the fue Such pageants from his tomb remove.

Are thy fair fields. Athwart thy guardian prow And if to Pope, in equal need,

No bold invader's foot shall tempt the strand

Yet say, my country, will the waves and wind The same kind office thou wouldst pay,

Obey thee? Hast thou all thy hopes resign'd Then, Edwards, all the band decreed That future bards with frequent lay

To the sky's fickle faith? the pilot's wavering hand ? Should call on thy auspicious name,

For oh! may neither fear nor stronger love From each absurd intruder's claiin,

(Love, by thy virtuous princes nobly won) To keep inviolate their fame.

Thee, last of many wretched nations, move,

With mighty armies station'd round the throne

To trust thy safety. Then, farewell the claims

Of Freedom! Her proud records to the flames
Then bear, an offering at Ambition's shrine ;
Whate'er thy ancient patriots dar'd demand

From furious John's, or faithless Charles's hand,

Or what great William seald for his adopted line.



Wurther is Europe's ancient spirit fled ?

But if thy sons be worthy of their name,
Where are those valiant tenants of her shore,

If liberal laws with liberal hearts they prize, Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped,

Let them from conquest, and from servile stame, Or with firin hand the rapid pole-ax bore?

In War's glad school their own protectors rise. Freeman and soldier was their conunon name,

Ye chiefly, beirs of Albion's cultur'd plains, Who late with reapers to the furrow came,

Ye leaders of her bold and faithful swains, Now in the front of battle charg'd the foe:

Now not unequal to your birth be found: Who taught the steer the wintry plough to endure,

The public voice bids arm your rural state, Now in full councils check'll encroaching power,

Paternal hamlets for your ensigns wait, And gave the guardian laws their majesty to know. | And grange and fold prepare to pour their youth

around. But who are ye? from Ebro's loitering sons

To Tiber's paycants, to the sports of Seine; Why are ye tardy? what inglorious case
From Rhine's trail palaces to Danube's thrones Detains you from their head, your native post?
And cities looking on the Cimbrie main,

Who most their country's fame and fortune share, Ye lost, ye self-deserted ? whose proud lords

"Tis theirs to share her toils, her perils most. Have baffled your tame hands, and given your

Each man his task in social life sustains: swords

With partial labours, with domestic gains, To slavish ruffians, hir'd for their command: Let others dwell: to you indulgent Heaven These, at some greedy monk's or harlot's nod,

By counsel and by arms the public cause See rilled natious crouch beneath their rod; To serve for public love and love's applause, These are the public will, the reason of the land. The first employment far, the noblest hire, hath

given. Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas! the while

Dost thou presume? O inexpert in arms, Have ye not heard of Lacedæmon's fame? Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile,

Of Attic chiefs in Freedom's war divine ? With dreams of hope, these near and loud Of Rome's dread generals ? the Valerian name? alarıns?

The Fabion sons? the Scipios, matchless line? Thy splendid home, thy plan of laws renown'd, Your lot was theirs. The farmer and the swain The praise and envy of the nations round, Met his lov'd patrow's summops from the plain;

The legions gather'd; the bright eagles flew: Let them in vain, your martial hope to qarll, Barbarian monarchs in the triumph mourn'd; Of new refinements, fiercer weapons tell,

The conquerors to their household gods return'd, And mock the old simplicity, in vain : And fed Calabrian flocks, and steer'd the Sabine To the time's warfare, simple or refin'd, plough.

The time itself adapts the warrior's mind;

And equal prowess still shall equal palms obtain. Shall then this glory of the antique age,

This pride of men, be lost among mankind ? Say then; if England's youth, in earlier days, Shall War's heroic arts no more engage

On Glory's field with well-traind armies vy'd, The unbought hand, the unsubjected mind? Why shall they now renounce that generous Doth valour to the race no more belong?

praise? No more with scorn of violence and wrong

Why dread the forcign mercenary's pride? Doth forming Nature now her sons inspire, Though Valois brav'd young Edward's gentle That, like some mystery to few reveald,

hand, The skill of arms abash'd and aw'd they yield, And Albert rush'd on Henry's way-worn band, And from their own defence with hopeless hearts With Europe's chosen sons in arms renown'd, retire?

Yet not on Vere's bold archers long they look'd,

Nor Audley's squires, nor Mowbray's yeomen O shame to human life, to human laws !

brook'd :

(bound. The loose adventurer, hireling of a day, They saw their standard fall, and left their inonarch Who his fell sword without affection draws,

Whose God, whose country, is a tyrant's pay, Such were the laurels which your fathers won; This man the lessons of the field can learn;

Such Glory's dictates in their dauntless breast: Can every palm, which decks a warrior, earn, --Is there no voice that speaks to every son? And every pledge of conquest: while in vain, No nobler, holier call to You address'a ? To guard your altars, your paternal lands, O! by majestic Freedom, righteous laws,

Are social arms held out to your free hands: By heavenly Truth's, by manly Reason's cause, Top arduous is the lore; too irksome were the pain. Awake; attend; be indolent no more:

By Friendship, social Peace, domestic Love, Meantime by Pleasure's lying tales allurd, Rise; armı! your country's living safety prove;

From the bright Sun and living breeze ye stray; And train her valiant youth, and watch around ber And deep in London's gloomy haunts immur'd,

slore, Brood o'er your fortune's, freedom's, health's

decay. O blind of choice and to yonrselves untrue!

ODE XII. The young grove shoots, their bloom the fields renew,

ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS. The mansion asks its lord, the swains their friend; While he doth Riot's orgies haply share,

Or tempt the gamester's dark, destroying snare, Or at some courtly shrine with slavish incense bend.

Thy verilant scenes, O Goulder's hill, And yet full oft your anxious tongues complain

Once more I seek, a languid guest:
That lawless tumult prompts the rustic throng; With throbbing temples and with burden'd breast
That the rude village inmates now disdain

Once more I climb thy steep aërial way.
Those homely ties which rul'd their fathers long. O faithful cure of oft-returning ill,
Alas! your fathers did by other arts

Now call thy sprightly breezes rouns!,
Draw those kind ties around their simple hearts, Dissolve this rigid cough profound,
And led in other paths their ductile will; And bid the springs of life with gentler movement
By succour, faithful counsel, courteous cheer,

play, Won them the ancient manners to revere, To prize their country's peace, and Heaven's due How gladly 'mid the dews of dawn rites fulfil.

By weary lungs thy healing gale,

The balmy west or the fresh porth, inhale! But mark the judgment of experienc'd Time, How gladly, while my musing footsteps rove

Tutor of nations. Doth light Discord tear Round the cool orchard or the sunny laun, A state and impotent Sedition's crime?

Awak'd I stop, and look to find The powers of warlike Prudence dwell not What shrub perfumes the pleasant wind, there;

Or what wild songster charms the Dryads of the The powers who to command and to bey,

grove. Instruct the valiant. There would civil sway The rising race to manly concord tame?

Now, ere the morning walk is done, Oft let the marshal'd field their steps unite,

The distant voice of Health I hear, And in glad splendour bring before their sight Welcome as Beauty's to the lover's ear. One common cause and one hereditary fame. “ Droop not, nor doubt of my return,” she cries;

“ Here will I, ʼmid the radiant calm of noon, Nor yet be aw'd, nor yet your task disown,

Meet thee beneath yon chesnut bower, Though War's proud votaries look op severe;

And lenient on thy bosom pour Though secrets taught erewhile to them alone, That indolence divine, which lulls the earth and They deem profan'd by your intruding ear.





The goddess promis'd not in vain.

I found her at my favourite time.
Nor wish'd to breathe in any softer clime,

While (half-reclin'd, half-slumbering as I lay)
She hover'd o'er me. Then, among her train TO THE AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF THE House of
Of nymphs and zephyrs, to my view

Thy gracious form appear'd anew,
Then first, О heavenly Muse, unseen for many a

The men renown'd as chiefs of human race,
In that soft pomp the tuneful maid

And born to lead in counsels or in arms, Shone like the golden star of love.

llave seldom turu'd their feet from Glory's chase, I saw her hand in careless measures move;

Todwell with books, or court the Muse's charms. I heard sweet preludes dancing on her lyre, Yet, to our eyes if haply time hath brought Wbile my whole frame the sacred sound obey'd. Some genuine transcript of their calmer thought, New sunshine o'er my fancy springs,

There still we own the wise, the great, or good; New colours clothe external things,

And Cæsar there and Xenophon are seen, And the last glooms of pain and sickly plaint re- As clear in spirit and sublime of mien, tire.

As on Pharsalian plains, or by the Assyrian flood. O Goulder's hill, by thee restor'd Once more to this enliven'd hand,

Say thou too, Frederie, was not this thy aim ?

Thy vigils could the student's lamp engage, My harp, which late resounded o'er the land The voice of Glory, soleinn and severe,

Except for this? except that future fame My Dorian harp shall now with mild accord

Might read thy genius in the faithful page?

That if hereafter Envy shall presume
To thee her joyful tribute pay,
And send a less-ambitious lay

With words irreverent to inscribe thy tomb,

And baser weeds upon thy palms to fing, Of Friendship and of Love to greet thy master's

That hence posterity may try thy reign, ear.

Assert thy treaties, and thy wars explain, For when within thy shady seat

And view in native lights the hero and the king. First from the sultry town he chose, And the tir'd senate's cares, his wish'd repose, O cvil foresight and pernicious care ! Then wast thou mine; to me a happier home Wilt thou indeed abide by this appeal? For social leisure: where my welcome feet, Shall we the lessons of thy peu compare Estrany'd from all the entangling ways

With private honour or with public zeal ? In which the restless vulgar strays,

Whence then at things divine those darts of scern? Through Nature's simple paths with ancient faith Why are the woes, which virtuous men have borne might roam.

For sacred Truth, a prey to laughter given?

What tiend, what foe of Nature, urged thy arm And while around his sylvan scene

The Almighty of bis sceptre to disarm?
My Dyson led the white-wing'd hours, To push this Earth adrift, and leave it loose from
Oft from the Athenian Academic bowers

Their sages came: oft heard our lingering wa'k
The Mantuan music warbling o'er the green: Ye godlike shades of legislators old,
And oft did Tully's reverend shade,

Ye who made Rome victorious, Athens wise, 'Though much for liberty afraid,

Ye first of mortals with the blessid enroll'd, With us of letter'd ease or virtuous glory talk.

Say did not borrour in your bosoms rise,

When thus by impious vanity impellid But other guests were on their way,

A magistrate, a monarch, ye beheld And reach'd erelong this favour'd grove;

Afironting civil order's holiest bands? Even the celestial progeny of Jove,

Those bands which ye so labour'd to improve ? Bright Venus, with her all-subduing son,

Those hopes and fears of justice from above, Whose golden shaft most willingly obey

Which tam'd the savage world to your divine comThe best and wisest. As they came,

mands: Glad Hymnen wav'd his genial Hame, And sang their happy gifts, and prais'd their spot

less throne.
I saw when through yon festive gate

He led along his chosen maid,
And to my friend with smiles presenting said;

“ Receive that fairest wealth which Heaven as-

AWAY! away! To human fortune. Did thy lonely state

Tempt me no more, insidious Love: One wish, one utmost hope confess?

Thy soothing sway Behold, she comes, to adorn and bless :

Long did my youthful bosom prove: Comes, worthy of thy heari, and equal to thy At length thy treason is discern'd, mind."

Ai length some dear-bought caution earn'd: Away! nor hope my riper age to move.


I know, I see
Her merit. Needs it now be shown,

Alas! to me?
How often, to myself unknown,
The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid

Have I admir'd! How often said,
What joy to call a heart like her's one's own.

Book I. Ode XVIII. Stanza II. Line 19.] Ly-
But, flattering god,

curgus the Lacedæmonian law-giver, brought into O squanderer of content and ease,

Greece from Asia Minor the first complete copy of In thy abode

Homer's works.-At Platæa was fought the decisive Will Care's rude lesson learn to please? battle between the Persian army and the united O say, deceiver, hast thou won

militia of Greece, under Pausanias and Aristides. Proud Fortune to attend thy throne,

-Cymon the Athenian erected a trophy in Cyprus Or plac'd thy friends above her stern decrees? for two great victories gained on the same day over

the Persians by sea and land. Diodorus Siculus has preserved the inscription which the Athenians attixed to the consecrated spoils, after this great

success; in which it is very remarkable, that the ODE XV.

greatness of the occasion has raised the manner of expression above the usual simplicity and modesty of all other ancient inscriptions. It is this:




ΚΑΙ. ΠΟΛΕΑΣ. ΘΝΗΤΩΝ. ΘΟΥΡΟΣ. ΑΡΗΣ. "Meek honour, female shame,

ΕΠΕΧΕΙ. 0! whither, sweetest offspring of the sky,

ΟΥΔΕΝ ΠΩ. ΤΟΙΟΥΤΟΝ. ΕΠΙxΘΟΝΙΩΝ. ΓΕΝΕΊ'. From Albion dost thou fly;

ΑΝΔΡΩΝ. Of Albion's daughters once the favourite fame? EPTON. EN. HIIEIPS2I. KAI. KATA. ITONTON. O Beauty's only friend,

AMA. Who gir’st her pleasing reverence to inspire; ΟΙΔΕ. ΓΑΡ EN ΚΥΠΡΩΙ. ΜΗΔΟΥΣ. ΙΙΟΑΛΟΥΣ. Who, selfish, bold desire

ΟΛΕΣΑΝΤΕΣ. Dust to esteem and dear affection turn;

QOINIKIN. EKAION. NATE. EAON. EN. DEAAAlas! of thee forlorn,

TEI. What joy, what praise, what hope can life pretend ? | ΑΝΔΡΩΝ, ΠΛΗΘΟΥΣΑΣ. ΜΕΓΑ. Δ'. ΕΣΤΕΝΕΝ. ΑΣΙΣ.

ΥΠ'. ΛΥΤΩΝ. “Behold; our youths in vain

ΠΛΗΓΕΙΣ”. ΑΜΦΟΤΕΡΑΙΣ. ΧΕΡΣΙ. ΚΡΑΤΕΙ. ΠΟConcerning nuptial happiness inquire:

Our maids no more aspire
The arts of bashful Hymen to attain ;

The following translation is almost literal:
But with triumphant eyes
And checks impassive, as they move along, Since first the sea from Asia's hostile coast
Ask homage of the throng.

Divided Europe, and the god of war
The lover swears that in a harlot's arms

Assail'd imperious cities; never yet, Are found the self-same charms,

At once among the waves and on the shore, And worthless and deserted lives and dies.

Hath such a labour been achiev'd by men

Who Earth inhabit. They, whose arms the Medes, “Behold; unbless'd at home,

In Cyprus felt pernicious, they, the same The father of the cheerless household mourns : Have won from skilful Tyre an hundred ships The night in vain returns,

Crowded with warriors. Asia groans, in both For Lore and glad Content at distance roam; Her hands sore smitten, by the might of war.

While she, in whom his mind
Seeks refuge from the day's dull task of cares,

Stanza 11. Line 24.] Pindar was contemporary To meet him she prepares,

with Aristides and Cymon, in whom the glory of Through noise and spleen and all the gamester's art, ancient Greece was at its height. When Xerxes A Istless, harass'd heart,

invaded Greece, Pindar was true to the common Where not one tender thought can welcome find.” | interest of his country; though his fellow citizens,

the Thebans, had sold themselves to the Persian 'Twas thus, along the shore

king. In one of his Odes he expresses the great Of Thames, Britannia's guardian Genius heard, distress and anxiety of his mind, occasioned by the From many a tongue preferr'd,

vast preparations of Xerxes against Greece. (Isthm. Of strife and grief the fond invective lore:

8.) In another he celebrates the victories of SalaAt which the queen divine

mis, Platxa, and Himera. (Pyth. 1.) It will be Iodizant, with her adamantine spear

necessary to add two or three other particulars of Like thunder sounding near,

his life, real or fabulous, in order to explain what Smote the red cross upon her silver shield,

follows in the text concerning him. First then, he And thus her wrath reveal'd.

was thought to be so great a favourite of Apollo, (I watch'd her awful words and made them mine.) that the priests of that deity allotted him a cun

stant share of their offerings. It was said of him

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