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Nor woode, if (advantag‘d in my flight |(Like him in birth, thou lhouldft be like in fume,
w d with that facred pile, so vast, so high, But thee, great Edward, and thy greater son t. eat whether is a part of earth or sky
(The lilies which his father wore he won), hacer un fetes, and may be thought a proud And thy Bellonas, who the confort came
paricg mountain, or descending cloud, (flight Not only to thy bed, but to thy fame. mals, the like theme o fuch a Mufe whole She to thy triumph led one captive kings, Hastrzely reach'd and fear dabove thy height: And brought that con whichdidthesecondbrings. Now far thea tund, the sword, or time, orfire, Then didit thou found that order (whether love Os zal more berce than they, thy fall conspire; Or victory thy royal thoughts did inove, Secure shit thee the belt of poets fings,
Each was a noble cause, and nothing less Pretere'd from ruin by the best of kings.
Than the design has been the great fuccefs), bilder his proud furvey the city lies,
Which foreign kings and emperors esteem et Fike a mit beneath a hill, doth rise;
The second honour to their diadem. bute and wealth
, the butiness and the Had thy great destiny but given thee skill na this ditance bat a darker cloud; (crowd, To know, as well as pow'r to act, her will;
to him who rightly things esteems, That from those kings, who then thy captives other in effect than what it seems:
In after-times should spring a royal pair, were, with like hafte, tho several ways they run Who should possess all that thy mighty dow'r, to tada, and some to be undone ;
Or thy defires more mighty, did devour; latury and wealth, like war and peace, To whom their better fate reserves whate'er Men te other's ruin and increase ;
The victor hopes for, or the vanquish'd fear; ness ich in seas some secret vein
That blood which thou and thy great grandfire te pecoreys, there to be loft again.
And all that since these fifter nations bled, [thed, Einds of sweet retir'd content !
Had been unspilt, had happy Edward known touce secure and innocent.
That all the blood he spilt had been his own. ka the next(where MarswithVenus dwells, When he that patron chofe
, in whom are join'd with ftrength) above the valley (wells Soldier and martyr, and his arms confin'd 978, and doth itself present
Within the azure circle, he did seem fach an easy and unforc'd ascent,
But to foretel and prophecy of him ko kupendous precipice denies
Who to his realms that azure round hath join'd, 30 horror turns away our eyes ;
Which Nature for their bound at first design'd; Sed a rise as doth at once invite
That bonnd which to the world's extremeit ends, ther and a rev'rence from the light. Endless itself, its liquid arms extends.
mater's emblem, in whole face Nor doth he need those emblems which we paint, dark, heighten'd with majestic grace; But is himself the soldier and the faint.
praise, the talis of that pompous load,
But my fix'd thoughts my wand'ring eye betrays, das cały which lupports the spheres. pick a nobler weight no mountain bears, Viewing a neighb'ring hill, whole top of late
A chapel crown'd, till in the common fate
, Th' adjoining abbey fell (may no such storm guided by a wiser Pow'r than Chance ; Fall on our times, where ruin mult reform!) srt for such an use, as if 'twere meant Tell me, my Mufe
, what monstrous dire offence, era the builder, and his choice prevent.
What crime, could any Chriftian king incense Le bliadness only could refuse. are call it choice, when what we choose To fuch a rage? Was't luxury, or luit?
Was he so temperate, so chaste, so juft? [more: mea of such majestic tow'rs doth grace
Were these their crimes? Theywere his ownmuch del great mother, when her heav'nly race But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor; erage to her; yet she cannot boast, Who, having spent the treasures of his crown, 1983 that num'rous and celestial hoft,
Condemns their luxury to feed his own. ostal book record more noble names.
atroes than can Windfor; nor doth Fame's And yet this act, to varnish o'er the thane to look back so far, to whoin this ille
Of facrilege, muft bear Devotion's name,
No crime fo buld but would be understood Be the first glory of so brave a pile, Whether to Cæsar, Albanact, or Brute,
A real, or at least a seeming, good:
Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, British Arthur, or the Danish Cnute,
And, tree from conscience, is a llave to fame: hough this of old no less conteft did move, Thus he the church at once protects und 1poils: ;) But princes' swords are sharper than their styles.
And + Edward III. an 1 the Black Prince.
i queen Philippa. s The Kings of France aud Scotland.
. Mr. Walier.
And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Thy nobler streams shall visit Jove's abode Their charity destroys, their faith defends. To shine among the stars®, and bathe the Then did religion in a lazy cell,
Here nature, whether more intent to pleale In empty airy contemplations dwell;
Us for herself, with strange varieties, And, like the biock, unmoved lay: but ours, (For things of wonder give no less delight As much too active, like the stork devours. To the wife Maker's than beholder's fight Is there no temperate region can be known. Tho'these delights from sev'ral causes mov Betwixt their frigid and our torrid zone? For so our children, thus our friends we lo Could we not wake from that lethargic dream, Wisely the knew, the harmony of things, But to be relèle's in a worse extreme?
As well as that of sounds, from discord 1pa And for that lethargy was there no cure, Such was the discord which did firit dispers But to be cast into a calenture ?
Form, order, beauty, through the univerie Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance While dryness moisture, coldness heatre So far, to make us with for ignorance ; All that we have, and that we are, sublitts. And rather in the dark to grope our way, While the steep horrid roughness of the wi Than led by a false guide to err by day? Strives with the gentle calmnets of the flor Who fees these dismal heaps, but would demand Such huge extremes when nature doth uni What barbarous invader lack'd the land ? Wonder from thence results, from thencede! But when he hears, no Goth, no Turk did bring The stream is fo transparent, pure and clear This defolation, but a Christian king; That had the self-enamour'd youth gaz'd When nothing but the name of zeal appears So fatally deceiv'd he had not been, 'Twixt our belt actions and the worst of theirs; While he the bottoin, not his face, had from What does he think our facrilege would spare, But his proud head the airy mountain bicis When such th' effects of our devotions are ? Among the clouds; his noulders and his Parting from thence 'twixt anger, shame,and fear, A Thady mantle clothes; his curled brorts Those for what's past and this forwhat's toonear, Frown on the gentle stream, which calmly to My eye, descending from the hill, surveys While winds and storms his lofty foreheadh Where'Thames among the wanton valleys ftrays. The common fate of all that's high or gies Thames, the most lov'd of all the Ocean's son's Low at his foot a spacious plain is plac'd, By his old fire, to his embraces runs ;
Between the mountain and the streanı emi! Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea,
Which shade and thelter from the hill der Like mortal life to meet eternity.
While the kind river wealth and beauty si Tho'with those streams he no resemblance hold, And in the mixture of all these appears Whose foam is amber, and their gravel gold, Variety, which all the rest endears. His genuine and less guilty wealth t'explore, This scene had some bold Greek or Boitia Search not his bottom, but survey his thore, Beheld of old, what stories had we heard O'er which he kindly spreads his spacions wing, Of fairies, satyrs, and the nymphs their dr. And hatches plenty for the ensuing spring; Their feasts, their revels and theiram'rous. Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, 'Tis still the faine, although their airy thu, Like mothers who their infants overlay ; All but a quick poetic figlit escape. Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave, There Faunus and Sylvanus keep their cu: Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave. And thither all the horned host reförts No unexpected inundations spoil
To graze the ranker med, that noble her: The mower's hopes,or mock the plowman's toil: On whose fublime and thady fronts is te. But godlike his unwearied bounty flows ; Nature's great matter-piece; to thew how First loves to do, then loves the good he does : Great things are made, but sooner are un Nor are his blessings to his banks confin'd, Here have I seen the King, when great atta But free and common, as the sea or wind; Gave leave to lacken and unbend his cares When he, to boalt or to disperse his stores, Attended to the chace by all the flow'r Full of the tributes of his grateful thores, of youth, whose hopes a nobler prey dero Visits the world, and in his flying tow'rs Pleafure with praise, and danger they would Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; And wish a foe that would not only fly. Findswealth where'tis,bestows it where it wants; The itag, now conscious of his fatal growth Cities in desert3, woods in cities, plants. At once indulgent to his fear and floth, So that to us no thing, no place is itrange, To fome dark covert his retreat had made, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange. Where nor man's eyes norlieaven's Thould in O could I low like thee, and make thy stream His soft repose; when th' unexpected found My great example, as it is my theme ! Of dogs, and men, his wakeful ear does wou Tho deep, yet clear; tho' gentle, yet not dull; Rous'd with the noise, he fcarce believes his Strong without rage, without o'erflowing fuli. Willing to think th'illusions of his fear Heaven her Eridanus no more thall boast, Had given this false alarm, but straight kiss Whole fame in thine, like lesser current, 's lost, Confirms, that more than all his fears is true
Betr: • The Forest,
Batay'd in all his strengths, the wood beset; So when the king a mortal shaft lets fly Alarments, all arts of ruin met; From his unerring hand, then glad to die, Himallistonind his strength, and then his speed, Proud of the wound, to it resigns his blood, Es elged beels, and then his armed head; "And stains the crystal with a purple flood. Frantbele tavaid, with that his fate to meet : This a more innocent and happy chace, iz kar prevails, and bids him trust his feet. Than when of old, but in the self-fame place, $ 5the flies, that his reviewing eye
Fair Liberty pursued, and meant a prey as lof the calers, and bis ear the cry; To lawless pow'r, here turn'd and stood at bay.
Exalting, 'till be finds their nobler sense When in that remedy all hope was placd
Then tries his frienés; among the baser herd, Tyrant and save, those names of hate and fear,
The happier style of king and subject bear: La fafety feeks; the berd, unkindly wise, Happy, when both to the same centre move, Orcules hire from tåence, or from him flies; When kings give liberty, and subjects love. Like a declining fatesman, left forlorn Therefore not long in force this charter stood; To bis friends pity, and pursuers' scorn, Wanting that feal, it must be seal'd in blood. Wah dane remembers, while himself was one The subjects arm'd, the more their princes gave, of the fame herd, himself the same had done. Th’advantage only took the more to crave;
ence to the coverts and the conscious groves, Till kings by giving give themselves away, Efens of his past triumphs and his loves; And ev'n that
pow'r that should deny betray. dly furveying where he rang'd alone “Who gives constrain'd, but his own fear reviles;
a the foil, and all the herd his own; “Not thank’d, but scorn'd; nor are they gifts,
like a bold knight errant, did proclaim buit spoils.” en oall, and bore away the dame; Thuskings,bygraspingmorethan theycouldhold,
trognt the woods to echo to the stream First made their subjects by oppression bold; ha eskid challenge and his clashing beam. And pop'lar fway, by forcing kings to give findly now declines the fatal strife,
More than was fit for subjects to receive, mack bis love was dearer than his life.
Ran to the fame extremes: and one excess ev'ry leaf and ev'ry moving breath Made both, by striving to be greater, less. Stats foe, and ev'ry foe a death. When a calm river, rais'd with sudden rains, seried, forfaken, and pursued, at last
Or snows diffolvid,0'erflows th'adjoining plains, biety in despair of safety plac'd,
The husbandmen with high-rais'd banks secure lage he thence resumes, resolv'd to bear Their greedy hopes; and this he can endure. ate alaults, fince 'tis in vain to fear. But if with bays and dams they strive to force m, too late, he wishes for the fight His channel to a new or narrow course,
freagth be wafted in ignoble flight: No longer then within his banks he dwells;
when he sees the eager chace renew'd, First to a torrent, then a deluge swells: self by dogs, the dogs by men pursued, Stronger and fiercer by restraint he roars,[shores. Straight revokes his bold resolve, and more And knows no bound, but makes his pow'r his
ats his courage than his fear before; la that uncertain ways unsafest are, $ 25. On Mr. Abraham Cowley's Death, and Blo et doubt a greater mischief than despair. rial amongst the ancient Poets. Denham. mtothe stream,when neitherfriends norforce, _Old Chaucer, like the morning star,
feed, nor art avail, he hapes his course;" To us discovers day from far ; Lakas not their rage fo desp'rate to essay His light those mists and clouds diffolv'd
desent more merciless than they. Which our dark nation long involv'd ; at feels they pursue, nor can the flood But, he descending to the shades, facátheir dire thirst; alas, they thinkt for blood! Darkness again the age inyades. Stowards a fhip the car-fínn'd gallies ply, Next (like Aurora) Spenser rose, Plich wanting fea to ride, or wind to fly, Whose purple blush the day foreshews; ads but to fall reveng'd on those that dare The other three with his own fires empt the last fury of extreme despair.
Phoebus, the poet's god, inspires; fres the stag among th' enraged hounds, By Shakespear's, Jonson's, Fletcher's lines peltheirforce,andwounds returnsforwounds. Our stage's lustre Rome outshines; And as a hero, whom his baser foes
These poets near our princes sleep, atroops surround, now these affails, now those; And in one grave our mansion keep. rough prodigal of life, disdains to die They liv'd to see so many days, common hands, but if he can descry Till time had blasted all their bays; sme nobler foe approach, to him he calls, But cursed be the fatal hour Rad begs his fate, and then contented falls: That pluck'd the faireft, sweetest flow'r
That * Runay Meade
That in the muse's garden grew,
When heroes, gods, or godlike kings And amongst wither'd laurels threw!
They praise, on their exalted wings Time, which made their fame out-live, To the celeitial orbs they climb,
To Cowley scarce did ripenels give. And with th' harmonious spheres keep tir: Old mother Wit and Nature gave
Nor did their actions fall behind Shakespear and Fletcher all they have;
Their words, but with like candour shindi In Spen:er, and in Jonson, art
Each drtw fair characters, yet none Of flower nature got the fart;
Of those they feigand excels their own. But both in him to equal are,
Buth by two generous princes lov’d, None knows which bears the happiest fhare. Who knew, and judg'd what they approv" To him no author was unknown,
Yet having each the fue detine', Yet wisat he wrote was all !iis own;
Both from the buly tluong retire. He melted not the ancient gull,
Their bodies, to their minus relign'd, No, ith Len Jonton, did make bold Ca'd not to propagate their kind: To piunder all the Roman stores
Yet though both fell before this ir hour, Of poets and of orators:
Tine co their offspring bath no powr; Horace's wit, and Virgil's state,
Nortic nor fate their bays finali blait, He did notiteal, bui emulate!
ivor death's dark veil their day o'ercat. And when he would likerien arpear, Their garb, but not their Gorises, did wear:
§ 26. An Ebay on Translated Verse. He not from home alone, but Greece,
Earl of Koicommco Like Jaion, brought the golden ricece; To him that langage (though to none
HAPPY that author whose correct etay* Of th' others) as his own was known. Repairs so well our ol! Horatian way: Ona sitt gule (as Flaccus fings).
And happy you, wbo (by propitious fate) The Theban swan extends his wings: On great Apollo's facred standard wait, When thro' th' ethereal clouds he tries, And with itriet dicipline initru&ied right, To the same pitch our fwan doth rile; Have learn’d to life your arins bercre you : Old Pindar's flights by him are reachid, But since the pre: , the pulvit, and rise ituly When on that gaie his wings are tiretch'd: Confire to consure and expoie ourage'; His fancy and bio judgment fuch,
Prorek'd too tar, we resolutely mult, Each to the oil ricein'd too much;
To the few virties that we have, be juft. His severe jucymer: (giving law)
For who have long'dor who have labour dno His inodeft fir y kept in awe;
To search the treatures of the Roman store, As rigid husbands cal us are,
Or dig in Greciau mines fa purer oie? When they believe their wives too fair. The nobielt fruits, transplanted in our isle, His English streams fo pure did fiow,
With early hope and fragrant blofioms in As all that saw and tasted know.
Familar Ovid tender thoughts inspires, But for his Latin vein, so clear,
And nature feconds all his soft dctires: Strong, full, and high, it doth appear,
Theocritus does now to us belong; That, were immortal Virgil here,
And Albion's rocks repeat bis rural song, Hin for his judge he would not fear; Who has not heard how Italy was bieit Of that great portraiture, so true
Above the Medes, above the wealthy Eat? A copy pencil never drew.
Di Gailus' long so tender and io true, My mule her fong had ended here,
As ev'n Lycoris might with pity view! [lear But both their Genii Itraight appear; When mourning nymphs attend their Dans Joy and amazement her did ftrike,
Whodoes not weep that reads the mount Two twins the never law to like.
But hear, oh hear, in what exalted fairs 'Twas taught by wise Pythagoras,
Sicilian Mules through these happy plairs One foul might through more bodies pass:
Proclaim Saturnian times our own Apécia Seeing such tran migration there,
reigns! She thought it not a table here;
When France had breatlı'dafterinteftinebro Such a relemblance of all parts,
And peace andconquestcrown dherforeign toi Life, death, a, e, fortune, nature, arts; There (cultivated by a royal hand), Then lights her torch at theirs, to tell, Learning grew fast, and 1pread, and bless dt. And new the world this parallel :
land; Fix'd and contemplative their looks, The choicest books that Rome or Greece ha Still turning over nature's books:
iler excellent translators made her own; Their works chatte, oral, and divine, And I'urope still considerably gains Wiere profit and delight combine;
Both by their good example and their pains. 'They, gilding dirt, in noble verse
Ficti herce our rendronis emulation came ; Kuftic philofophy rehearse.
We unuutvok, alid we perform d the lame,
• Fron She field l'uke of Buckingham.
Barrowse be the world a nobler way, With how much ease is a young Mnse betray'd! As in taflated verse do more than they; How nice the reputation of the maid ! Samazand clear harmonious Horace flows, Your early, kind, paternal care appears, We firectnes not to be express'd in prose: By chaste instruction of her tender years. Degrading profe explains his meaning ill, The first imprellion in her infant breast Artensthetuff, but not the workman's skill: Will be the deepest, and should be the best. Iskohaveier'd bim more than twenty years) Let not austerity breed servile fear, Serce know my master as he there appears. No wanton found offend her virgin ear. Vas are our neighbours hopes, and vain their secure from foolish
pride's affected ftate, cats;
And fpecious flatt'ry's more pernicious bait, The fault is more their language's than theirs; Habitual innocence adorns her thoughts ;
Tiscounts, iorid, and abounds in words But your neglect must answer for her faults. Of fofter found than ours perhaps affords;
Immodest words admit of no defence; But who did ever in French authors see For want of decency is want of sense. [ftews, The comprehendive Englith energy?
What mod'rate fop would rake the Park or The weighty ballion of one sterling line,
Who among troops of faultless nymphs may Drawn to French wire, would thro' whole pages Variety of such is to be found : (choose?
Then take a subject proper to expound; Theck my private but impartial sense, But moral, great, and worth a poet's voice, With freedan, and I hope without offence; For men of sense despise a trivial choice: SerI 'I recent when France can fhew me wit And such applause it must expect to mect, trong as quis, and as succin&tly
writ. As would fome painter busy in a street Testne, composing is a nobler part; To copy bulls and bears, and ev'ry sign good tranlation is no easy art.
That calls the staring fots to nasty wine. bertenagh materials have long since been found, Yet 'tis not all to have a subject good; Met hech pour fancy and your hands are bound; It must delight us when 'tis understood.
Aed by proving what was writ before, He that brings fulsome objects to my view seberatan labours less, but judgment more. (As many old have done, and many new) The eil intended for Pierian seeds
With nauseous images my fancy fills, and be well purg d from rank pedantic weeds. And all goes down like oxymel of squills. og polo farts, and all Parnaffus shakes, Initruct the lift'ning world how Maro sings
the rude rumbling Baralipton makes. Of useful fubjects and of lofty things.
Tane have been with admiration read, These will such true, such bright ideas raise, es who (beside their learning) were well bred. As merit gratitude as well as praise :
(editt great work (a taik perform d by few) But foul descriptions are offensive still, Bet yourself inay to yourself be true: Either for being like, or being ill.
no tricks, no favour, no reserve; For who, without a qualm, hath ever look'd Da pour mind, examine ev'ry nerve.
On holy garbage, though by Homer cook'd? atbeheer vainly on his strength depends, Whofe railing heroes,and whose wounded Gods, aloes like Virgil, but like Mævius ends. Make some fufpect he fnores as well as nods. ESTE sretch (in spite of his forgotten rhymes), But I offend-Virgil begins to frown,
adean's to live to all succeeding times, And Horace looks with indignation down;
pompous nonsense and a hellowing found, My blushing Muse with conscious fear retires, belofty Ilium tumbling to the ground. And whom they like implicitly admires. lif my Mofe can through past ages fee)
On sure foundations let your fabric rise, un nofy, nauseous, gaping fool was he:
And with attractive majesty furprise,
learn, Crotona's brawny wrestler cries, which through the whole insensibly mult pass, adicious mortals, and be timely wife;
With vital heat to animate the mass: Tal that call, remember Milo's
A pure, an active, and auspicious flame, (came; ed in that timber which he trove to rend. And bright as heaven, from whence the blessing poet with a diff'rent talent writes; But few, oh few, souls pre-ordain'd by fate, - praises, one instructs, another bites. The race of Gods, have reach'd that envied loace did ne'er aspire to Epic bays, No rebel Titan's facrilegious crime, [height.
By heaping hills on hills, can hither climb: Lxamine how your humour is inclin'd, The grizly ferryman of hell denied And which the ruling paßion of your mind; Æneas entrance, till he knew his guide:
ben reek a poet who your way does bend, How juftly then will impious mortals fall, Vaited by this sympathetic bond, and choose an author as you choose a friend; Whose pride would foar to heaven without a call!
Pride (of all others the most dangʻrous fault) You grow familiar, intimate, and fond; Proceeds from want of sense or want of thought. Yeur thoughts, your words, your styles, your The men who labour and digest things moft, Will