Unmanly thought! what seasons can control, What fancied zone can circumscribe the soul, Who, conscious of the source from whence she
By reason's light, on resolution's wings,
Spite of her frail companion, dauntless goes
O'er Lybia's deserts and through Zembla's snows? She bids each slumb'ring energy awake, Another touch, another temper take,
Suspends th' inferior laws, that rule our clay: The stubborn elements confess her sway; Their little wants, their low desires, refine, And raise the mortal to a height divine.
Not but the human fabric from the birth Imbibes a flavour of its parent earth. As various tracts enforce a various toil, The manners speak the idiom of their soil. An iron-race the mountain-cliffs maintain, Foes to the gentler genius of the plain: For where unwearied sinews must be found With side-long plough to quell the flinty ground, To turn the torrent's swift-descending flood,: To brave the savage rushing from the wood, What wonder, if to patient valour train'd,
They guard with spirit, what by strength they gain'd?
And while their rocky ramparts round they see,
The rough abode of want and liberty,
(As lawless force from confidence will grow)
Insult the plenty of the vales below?
What wonder, in the sultry climes, that spread, Where Nile redundant o'er his summer bed From his broad bosom life and verdure flings, And broods o'er Egypt with his wat'ry wings, If with advent'rous oar and ready sail, The dusky people drive before the gale; Or on frail floats to neighb'ring cities ride That rise and glitter o'er the ambient tide.
Now the golden morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermil cheek, and whisper soft, She wooes the tardy spring:
Till April starts, and calls around
The sleeping fragrance from the ground; And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green.
New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wint'ry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief, the sky-lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstacy;
And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light,
Yesterday the sullen year
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly; Mute was the music of the air, The herd stood drooping by: Their raptures now that wildly flow, No yesterday, nor morrow know; 'Tis man alone that joy descries With forward and reverted eyes.
Smiles on past misfortune's brow, Soft reflection's hand can trace; And o'er the cheek of sorrow throw A melancholy grace:
While hope prolongs our happier hour; Or deepest shades, that dimly lower And blacken round our weary way, Gilds with a gleam of distant day.
Still, where rosy pleasure leads, See a kindred grief pursue; Behind the steps that misery treads Approaching comfort view:
The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe; And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of life.
See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe, and walk again :
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Humble Quiet builds her cell Near the course where pleasure flows; She eyes the clear crystalline well, And tastes it as it goes.
SPECIMEN OF THE TRAGEDY OF AGRIPPINA.
Persons.-Agrippina, Aceronia.
Agrip. 'Tis well, begone! your errand is perform'd: [Speaks as to Anicetus entering. The message needs no comment. Tell your master, His mother shall obey him. Say you saw her Yielding due reverence to his high command: Alone, unguarded, and without a lictor, As fits the daughter of Germanicus.
Say, she retired to Antium; there to tend
Her household cares, a woman's best employment. What if you add, how she turn'd pale, and trembled; You think, you spied a tear stand in her eye, And would have dropp'd, but that her pride re- strain'd it?
(Go! you can paint it well) 'twill profit you,
And please the stripling. Yet 'twould dash his joy To hear the spirit of Britannicus
Yet walks on earth; at least there are who know Without a spell to raise, and bid it fire
A thousand haughty hearts, unus'd to shake When a boy frowns, nor to be lur'd with smiles To taste of hollow kindness, or partake His hospitable board: They ate aware
Of th' unpledg'd bowl, they love not aconite. Acer. He's gone; and much I hope these walls alone,
And the mute air are privy to your passion. Forgive your servant's fears, who sees the danger Which fierce resentment cannot fail to raise In haughty youth, and irritated power.
Agrip. And dost thou talk to me, to me, of danger, Of haughty youth, and irritated power, To her that gave it being, her that arm'd This painted Jove, and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt; whilst he stood trembling, Scar'd at the sound, and dazzled with its brightness? 'Tis like, thou hast forgot, when yet a stranger To adoration, to the grateful steam
Of flattery's incense, and obsequious vows From voluntary realms, a puny boy,
Deck'd with no other lustre than the blood
Of Agrippina's race, he liv'd unknown To fame, or fortune; haply ey'd at distance Some edileship, ambitious of the power
To judge of weights and measures; scarcely dar'd
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