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what intror views the lightning glare,
thening horror,through themidnight air;
tepat, he gains the friendly ray
guide him through thedang rous way;
he bids each future profpect rile,
any's varied mirror, to his eyes.
the live, opprefs'd with fecret care,
as the hapless victim of defpair;
d to torments that might even move
heart, and melt it into love;
thanguish, with ring in his bloom,
arly tenant of the tomb!

view, unmov'd, fad Afric's fhore
soft in ftreams of purple gore!
reefcience, peace, and plenty, fmile,
teat and freedom's favour'd ifle!
plains and fruitful is her clime,
4 cf tyrants, and the boaft of time;
we, ev'ry worth, poffett,
the hero's or the patriot's breaft:
Tom, subly warm'd with animating fire,
paretruckhisfoul-commanding lyre;
of bifs immortal Milton fung,
harmonious iffued from his tongue:
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Loft in the pleafing dream, awhile the foul,
Where av 'rice reign'd fecure from all controul,
Slept calm, till confcience, with unerring dart,
Struck deep conviction through the guilty heart;
And bade reflection wake the feeling mind,
That turn'd to ev'ry fcene it left behind:
There might they fce the tortur'd wretch implore
Eternal vengeance on Britannia's fhore;
In filent grief, amid distraction wild,
The wretched parent mourn her long-loft child.
Thefe fcenes appear when death, in terror drest,
Bids fharp repentance wound the hudd`ring
breaft,

Wheno'er your heads th'avenging thunders roll,
And quick deftruction feems to fnatch the foul;
When fatt around the dreadful lightnings fall,
And guilt fhall hear th' incens'd Almighty's call;
Then will his wrath deftroy the life he gave,
And juftice fnatch the foul that mercy could not
Britain, be thine the glorious task to heal [fave.
The bleeding wounds thy wretched fons fhall
Extend thy ev'ry noble pow'r to fave [feel;
The wretch juft tott'ring o'er an early grave;
For, noble were the deed that could impart
Reviving vigour to the drooping heart;

genius glows in Hayley's page,For, then no more the fatal branch shall bind,

id, to our enchanted eyes, wn trains, a fecond Pope arife. perniex'd in errors thorny maze, ridobicur'd and darken'd rays, ae, unveil'd the beauteous maid: rature ftood at once difplay'd. bals that Britain once poffefs'd, ****virtue fir'd the patriot's breaft;

In golden ties, the loft enchanted mind;
Tear ev'ry fibre from the verdant root,
And blait each dang’rous blossom ere it shoot:
So fhall the praife of ranfom'd millions rife,
In grateful incenfe, to the echoing kies;
So through the world thy matchlefs fame extend,
And wond ring nations hail thee mercy's friend;
Thee, firft in ev'ry virtue, ev'ry worth,
protect fair freedom's caufe,That gives to glory or to genius birth;
violated laws;
Let thy avenging, thy all-conqu'ring hand
Give peace and freedom to an injur'd land!
Glory be thine; and let pale mis'ry prove
The joys of friendship and the blifs of love!
And heav'nly liberty's celeftial ray
Beam o'er the world one pure eternal day!

feedom to a wretched land,

gs with a lib'ral hand.

I: Baradife, by freedom made,
*merce spreads its ample thade;

bends the lofty brow,
glitters on eachgoldenbough;
kett gems of India thone,
tre to the British throne;
gentle radiance might outvie
fre of the fparkling eye;
y variety might grace
eauties of the lovely face:
bud of health, in rofy bloom,
dickness from an early tomb;
ated labour calmly mile
* prospect of his native foil.
ch, fuperior to the reft,
new, in fplendid radiance dreft;
the tempting manna hung,

each beauteous bioffom (prung; of brightest hue oppreffion nam d, thetree the rank of commerce claim'd. terar deceit, beneath its hade -nger eye the flaves of av`rice stray'd; frant was lovelieft to the view,

preading tree of commerce prew; b's the baneful lead with fatal haite, *ult pulloa to th' enchanted tafte;

§342. A Prayer in the Profpect of Death, Burns. O THOU unknown Almighty Cause

Of all my hope and fear!

In whofe dread Prefence, ere an hour,
Perhaps I must appear!

If I have wander'd in thofe paths
Of life I ought to fhun,
As Something loudly in my breast
Remonftrates I have done;
Thou know'ft that Thou halt formed me
With paffions wild and ftrong:
And lift'ning to their 'witching voice
Has often led me wrong.
Where human weakness has come short,
Or frailty stepp'd afide,

Do Thou, All-Good! for fuch Thou art,
In fhades of darkness hide.
Where with intention I have err'd,
No other plea I have,
But, Thou art good; and goodness still
Delighteth to forgive.

$343. The Genealogy of Chrift, as it is reprefeated on the Euft Window of Winchester College Chapel. Written at Winton School by Dr. Lowth.

AT once to raise our rev'rence and delight,
To elevate the mind, and pleafe the fight,
To pour in virtue at th' attentive eye,
And waft the foul on wings of ecftacy;
For this the painter's art with nature vies,
And bids the vitionary faint arife:
Who views the facred forms in thought afpires,
Catches pure zeal, and, as he gazes, fires;
Feels the fame ardour to his breast convey'd;
Is what he fees, and emulates the fhade.

Thy strokes, great Artit, fo fublime appear, They check our pleature with an awful fear; While tho the mortai line the God you trace, Author him of and Heif Jefie's race,

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ct, own the hand divine. chy work the lifing dayfhallftream, thine honour, praife, and name. may thy labours to the Mufe impart ae emanation from her fifter art, To animate the ver e, and bid it shine In colours eafy, bright, and fong as thine! Supine on earth an awful nigure lies, While foftet flumbers feen to feal his eyes; The hoary fire Heaven's guardian care demands, And at his feet the watchful angel ftands. The form auguft and large, the mien divine, Betray the founder of Meffiah's line. Lo! from his loins the promis'd ftem afcend, And high to Heaven its facred boughs extend: Each limb productive of fome hero fprings, And bloom luxuriant with a race of kings. Th'eternd plant wide fpreads its arms around, And with the mighty branch the myftic top is

crown'd.

And lo! the glories of th' illuftrious line Attheir firft dawn with ripen'd (plendours fhine, In David all exprefs'd; the good, the great, The king, the hero, and the man complete. Serene he fits, and fweeps the golden lyre, And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire. See! with what art he ftrikes the vocal strings, The God, his theme, in'piring what he fings! Hark-or our ears delude us-from his tongue Sweet flows, or feems to flow, fome heavenly fong. Oh could thine art arreft the fleeting found, And paint the voice in magic numbers bound; Could the warm fun,as erft when Memnon play'd, Wake with his rifing beam the vocal thade; Then might he draw the attentive angels down, Bending to hear the lay, fo fweet, fo like their

own.

On either fide the monarch's offspring shine, And fome adorn, and fome difgrace their line. Here Ammon glories; proud incelinous lord! This hand fuftains the robe, and that the fword. Frowning and fierce, with haughty ftrides he tow`rs,

And on his horrid brow defiance low'rs.

* Jeffe.

There Abfalom the ravifh'd fceptre fways And his ftolen honour all his fhame dipl The bafe ufurper Youth! who joins in o The rebel fubject and th' ungrateful fon

Amid the royal race, fee Nathan ftand Fervent he feems to fpeak, and lift his ha His looks the emotion of his foul difcloft And eloquence from ev'ry gefture flows. Such, and fo ftern he came, ordain'd to The ungrateful mandate to the guilty When, at his dreadful voice, a fudden Shot thro' the trembling monarch's com heart,

From his own lips condemn'd; fevere de Had his God prov'd fo ftern a Judge as But man with frailty is allied by birth; Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth Thro' all the foul tho' virtue holds the re Beats at the heart, and fprings in ev'ry v Yet ever from the cleareft fource have ra Some grofs alloy, fome tincture of the n

But who is he deep mufing? in his mi He feems to weigh in reafon's fcales man Fix'd contemplation holds his fteady eye I know the faget, the wifeft of the wife. Bleft with all man could with, or prince o Yet hisgreat heartpronounc'dthofeblefling And lo! bright glittering in his facred ha In miniature the glorious temple ftands. Effulgent frame! ftupendous to behold Gold the ftrong valves,the roof of burnish The wand'ring ark,inthat bright dome ent Spreads the ftrong light, eternal, uncont Above th' unutterable glory plays, Prefence divine! and the full-streaming Pour thro' reluctant clouds intolerable bi

But ftern oppreffion rends Reboam's See the gay prince, injurious, proud, and Th' imperial fceptre totters in his hand. And proud rebellion triumphs in the lan Curs'd with corruption's ever-fruitful 1 A beardless Senate, and a haughty King

There Afa, good and great, the fceptro Juftice attends his peace, fuccefs his wa While virtue was his fword and Heaven hi Without controul the warrior swept the Loaded with fpoils, triumphant he retur And half her fwarthy fons fad Ethiopian But fince thy fagging niety decay'd, And barter'd God's defence for human See their fair laurels wither on thy brow Nor herbs nor healthful arts avail thee Noris Heav'n chang'd,apoftate prince,but No mean atonement does this lapfe req But fee the Son, you must forgive the Het, the just prince-with ev'ry virtue He reign'd, and goodness all the man po Around his throne fair happiness and p Smooth'd ev'ry brow, and fiil'd in ev As when along the burning wafte he it Where no pure ftreams in bubbling maze Where drought incumbent on the thirty Longtincehadbreath'dherfcorchingbl

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The het calls, th' obedient floods repair
To the arch'd fields, for Jofaphat was there.
The tes-pring waves, in many a gurgling vein,
Tackencurious through the fucking plain;
Phonours the reviving fields adorn,
And o'er the defert plenty pours her horn.
from the throne his influence he fheds,
And bids the virtues raise their languid heads:
Where he goes, attending Truth prevails,
Operties, and juftice lifts her fcales.
be, arm the royal eagle stand,
Gree of conqueft and fupreme command;
Tang bird diftinguish'd triumph brings,
As the Monarch with expanded wings.
Fest Woab's fons prevent th' impending blow,
Anthemfelves, and fall without the foe.
Tapons hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r;
at an army, and his vows a war.
The to, Ozia, fates indulgent blefs'd,
Aty days thone in fairelt actions drest:
that rh hand, by fome blind phrenzy
Tad, the facred office durft invade. [fway'd,

er thy limbs the fcurfy venom ran,
ay th befprinkled all the man.
ave worth adorns the pious † Son,
's virtues with the father's throne.
Lethe ftands: he who the rage fubdued
Dr Amon's fons, and drench'd his fword in

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And cut thon, Ahaz, Judah's fcourge, difgrace
Way bale front the glories of thy race?
the vile King his iron fceptre bear-

praife attends the pious Heir;
re foul the virtues all confpire,
The good fon from the worft wicked fire.
Hezekiah's golden reign,
piety returns again;

Yet fhall Jehovah's fervants ftand fecure,
His mercy fix'd, eternal fhall endure;
On them her ever-healing rays fhall fhine;
More mild and bright, and fure, O fun! than thine,
At length the long-expected Prince behold,
The laft good King, in ancient days foretold,
When Bethel's altar fpoke his future fame,
Rent to its base, at good Jofiah's name.
Bleft, happy prince! o'er whofe lamented urn,
In plaintive fong, all Judah's daughters mourn;
For whom fad Sion's fofteft forrow flows,
And Jeremiah pours his fweet melodious woes.

But now fallen Sion, once the fair and great,
Sits deep in duft, abandon'd, defolate:
Bleeds her fad heart, and ever ftream her eyes,
And anguish tears her with convulfive fighs.
The mournful captive fpreads her hands in vain,
Her hands, that rankle with the fervile chain;
Tiil he, great chief,in Heaven's appointed time,
Leads back her children to their native clime.
Fair liberty revives with all her joys,
And bids her envied walls fecurely rife.
And thou, great hallow'd dome, in ruin spread,
Again fhall lift fublime thy facred head.
But, ah! with weeping eyes, the ancients view
A faint resemblance of the old in you.
No more th' effulgent glory of thy God
Speaks awful anfwers from the mystic cloud;
No more thine altars blaze with fire divine;
And Heaven Las left thy folitary fhrine.
Yet, in thy courts, hereafter fhalt thou fee,
Prefence immediate of the Deity, [Thee.
The light himself reveal'd,the God confefs'd in

And now at length the fated term of years
The world's defire have brought, and lo! the
God appears.

The heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, Aine purity the thines, [fhrines. And her fond looks confefs'd the parent's cares; A prefence gilds the long-neglected The pleasing burden on her breaft the lays, Les proud Affyria's impious Lord Hangs o'er his charms, and with a fmile furBlistarms, and vaunt his dreadful fword; The infant fimiles, to her fond bofom preft, [veys: As Fanthreatsth'infulting King o'erthrow, And wantons, fportive, on the mother's breaft. bate new courage on the gen'rous foe. A radiant glory fpeaks him all Divine, ng Angel, by divine command, And in the Child the beams of Godhead shine. yword full-blazing in his hand. But now, alas! far other views difclofe

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nfromheaven: amid the ftormherode,The blackett comprehensive scene of woes.
See where man's voluntary facrifice
Bows his meek head, and God eternal dies!
Fixt to the Crofs his healing arms are bound,
While copious Mercy streams from ev'ry wound.
Mark the blood-drops that life exhaufting roll,
And the ftrong pang that rends the ftubborn
As all death's tortures, with fevere delay, [foul,
Exult and riot in the nobleft prey!

4 Petilence before him; as he trod, Decation bath'd his steps in blood. ptinnight, thro'theproudhofthepafs'd, ag death, and drove the furious blaft; Destruction give her revels o'er [gore. the gorg'd fword was drunk with human avails thee, pious prince, in vain tre rescued, and th` Affyrian flain? the foul maintains her latest ftrife, ah's chill grafpcongeals the fount of life: kind Heaven renews thy brittle thread, And all fifteen fummers o'er thy head; eeding fun repeats his way,

ty life, prolongs the falling day. *ta are her inverted course forego, ay forget to reft, the time to flow,

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And canft thou, ftupid man, thofe forrows fee,
Nor fhare the anguith which he bears for thee?
Thy fin, for which his facred flesh is torn,
Points ev'ry nail, and fharpens ev'ry thorn.
Canft thou?-while nature fimarts inev'rywound,
And each pang cleaves the fympathetic ground!
Lo! the black fun, his chariot backward driven,
Blots out the day, and perishes from Heav'n!

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The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign. With fteady prudence holds, and tem
And the cold clay-clad dead start into life again. And when his courfe of earthly honours
And thou, O tomb, once more shalt wide dif- With lenient hand fhall Frederic footh
Thy fatiate jaws, and give up all thy prey. [play Rich in each princely quality, mature
Thou,groaning earth,fhallheave, abforpt inflame, In years, and happicft in nuptial choice.
As the laft pangs convulfe thy lab'ring frame; Thence too arife new hopes; a playful tr
When the fame God unshrouded thou fhalt fee, Circles his hearth, fweet pledges of that be
Wrapt in full blaze of pow'r and majesty, Which Faithand Joy,and thousand Virtues
Ride on the clouds; whilft, as his chariot flies, His be the care t' inform their ductile min
The bright effufion ftreams thro' all the skies. With worthieft thoughts, and point the w
Then fhall the proud diffolving mountains glow,
honour.
And yielding rocks in fiery rivers flow:
The molten deluge round the globe shall roar,
And all man's arts and labour be no more.
Then thall the fplendours of the enliven'd glafs
Sink undiftinguith'd in the burning mafs.
And oh! till earth and feas, and heaven decay,
Ne'er may that fair creation fade away; [fpare,
May winds and storms those beauteous colours
Still may they bloom, as permanent as fair;
All the vain rage of wafting time repel, [well.
And his tribunal fee, whofe Crofs they paint fo

$344 On the Death of Frederic Prince of Wales.
Written at Paris, by DAVID LORD VISCOUNT
STORMONT, of Chrift Church, Oxon.
LITTLE I whilom deem d my artless zeal
Should woo the British Mufe in foreign land
To trains of bitter argument; and teach
The mimic Nymph that haunts the winding
And oozy current of Parifian Seine,
To fyllable new founds in accents strange.

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That forgeful fancy plann'd what time the bark
Stemm'dthefaltwavefrom Albion'schalkybourn?
Then filial Piety and parting Love
Pour'd the fond pray'r-" Farewell, ye lefs'ning
Fairer to me than aught in fabled fong
Or myftic record told of fhores Atlantic!
Favour'd of Heav'n, farewel! imperial ifle,
Native to nobleft wits, and beft approv'd
In manly fcience and advent'rous deed!
Celestial Freedom, by rude hand estrang'd
From regions once frequented, with Thee takes
Her ftedfaft ftation, faft beside the throne
Of fceptred rule, and there her state maintains
In focial concord and harmonious love.
Thefe bleffings ftill be thine, nor meddling fiend
Stir in your bufy streets foul Faction's roar;
Still thrive your growing works, and gales pro-
pitious

Vifit your fons who ride the wat’ry wafte;
And still be heard from forth your gladfome
bow'rs

Shrill tabor pipes, and ev'ry peaceful found.

How often fhall he hear with fresh delight
Their carneft tales, or watch their risin
With timorous attention; then shall tell
Of juftice, fortitude, and public weal;
And oft the while each rigid precept imo
With winning tokens of parental love!"

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Thus my o'erweening heart the fecret f
Of Britain's hope explor'd, while my th
Purfued her fading hills, till wrapt in mift
They gently funk beneath the fwelling t
Norflept thofe thoughts,whenc'er in other
I mark'd the cruel waste of foul oppreffe
Saw nobleft fpirits, and goodlieft faculti
TO vafalage and loathfome fervice bound
Then confcious preference rofe; then nort
My eye to gratulate my natal foil.
How have I chid, with froward eagernets
Each veering blafst that from my hand wi
The well-known characters of fome lov'd:
Tho' diftant not unmindful! Still I learn
Delighted, what each patrict plan devis'd
Of arts or glory, or diffutive commerce.
Nor wanted its endearment ev'ry tale
Of lightest import. But, oh heavy chang
What notices come now? Distracted fcen
Of helplefs forrow, folemn fid accounts;
How fair Augufta watch'd the weary nigh
Tending the bed of anguith; how great G
Wept with his infant progeny around;
How heav'd th' orphan's and the widow's
That follow'd Frederic to the filent tomb

For well was Fredetic lov'd, and well del
His voice was ever fweer, and on his fteps
Attended ever the alluring grace
Of gentle lowlinefs and focial zeal.
Him thali remember oft the labour'd hing
Relating to his mates each casual act
Of courteous bounty. Him th' artificer,
Plying the varied woof in fullen fadnets,
Tho' wont to carol many a ditty fweet.
Soon to the mariner, who many moons
Has counted, beating ftill the foamy furg
And treads at last the wifh'd-for beach.hall
Appall'd at the fad tale, and foon thali ta
Down his rough cheek th' involuntary tea

Be this our folace yet-all is not dead,
The bright memorial lives; for his examp
Shall Hymen trim his torch, domeftic prai
Be countenanc'd, and virtue fairer fhew,
In age fucceeding, when another George,
To ratify fome weighty ordinance

Of Brit's peers conven'd, fhall pafs befide Tote how'd fpires, whofe gloomy vaults in

trader in feep, pale rows of fceptred kings,

safe the sweet paternal voice Akag remember'd features fhall return;

Ti, tha ais generous breast be new inflam'd
Te of highest worth, and higheft fame.
The paintive ftrains, from Albion far away,
Initate at even tide;

Noor ftudions of the raptur'd lay;
Batenb'ring oft the magic founds,
Ward to the chime of Dorian lute,
ften, which erft I lov'd to hear
fallender'd mead, where dips by fits

ing er in her haity ftream. [fam'd Waley's fpacious Dome! hail, ever nerel nurture, and truth's facred lore,

Word parent! You my duteous zeal apy in thy laureat wreath

a to interweave this humble fong.

$345. Death. Emily. amar of laughter, the warm glow ed joy, and friendship's genial xal, We'd converfe, and the liberal flow cious youth, profufe of foul, ever; from the boisterous fcene fr, and Comus' wild uproar, Prys crowd, whofe vacant brow ferene Water knit to wildom's frowning lore,

ve time-hallow'd domes, ye piles
galficence, your folemn reft,
etted vaults and length'ning aifles
nder; no unholy guest

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Some parent breast may heave the answering To the flow paufes of the funeral knoll;[figh E'en now black Atropos, with fcowling eye,

Roars in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl; E'en now in rofy-crowned pleafure's wreath Entwines in adder folds all-unfufpected Death. Know, on the stealing wing of time fhall flee

Some few, fome fhort-liv'd years, and all is A future bard thefe awful domes may fee,[paft;

Mufe o'er the prefent age, as I the last; Who mouldering in thegrave, yet once like you The various maze of life were seen to tread, Each bent their own peculiar to pursue,

As cuftom urg'd, or wilful nature led: Mix'd with the various crowd's inglorious clay, The nobler virtues undiftinguifh'd lie; No more to melt with beauty's heaven-born ray, No more to wet compation's tearful eye, Catch from the poet raptures not their own, And feel the thrilling melody of fweet renown. Where is the mafter-hand, whofe femblant art Chifel'd the marble into life, or taught From the well-pencil'd portraiture to start The nerve that beat with foul, the brow that thought?

Cold are the fingers that in ftone-fixt trance The mute attention riveting, to the lyre Struck language: dimm'd the poet's quickeyed glance,

All in wild raptures flashing heaven's own Shrunk is the finew'd energy, that ftrung [fire: The warrior arm. Where fleeps the patriot

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Thefe now are paft; long, long, ye fleeting years, Ere from the womb of time unwelcome peers Purfue, with glory wing'd your fated way,

The dawn of that inevitable day, [friend When wrapt in throuded clay, their warmest When o'er his urn in pious grief fhall bend The widow'd virtues fhall again deplore,

His Britain, and bewail one patriot more; For foon muft thou, too foon! who spread' Thy beaming emanations unconfin'd, [abroad Doom'd like fome better angel fent of God

To fcatter bleffings over human kind, Thou too muft fall, O Pitt! to shine no more, And tread thefe dreadful paths a Faulkland

trod before.

Faft to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds Sweep difcontinuous o'er th' ethereal plain ! Another ftill upon another crowds;

All haftening downward to their native main. Thus paffes o'er, thro' varied life's career,

Man's fleeting age; the Seafons, as they fly, Snatch from us in their courfe, year after year, Some sweet connection, fome endearing tie.

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