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Arbor of zond! to thee I turn:
Know, when he bade the deep appear, Thy eie ketui eye
“ Thus far," th' Almighty faid,
Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here
“Let thy proud waves be stay'd." O let thy fear within me duell,
I heard; and, lo! at once contrould,
The waves, in wild retreat,
And murmuring left my feet.
Deeps to assembling deeps in vain
Once more the signal gave :
The lhores the rushing weight sustain,
And check th' usurping wave.
Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wise,
The imag'd truth I read; Vaatk'd, what good thou knowel
And ludden from my waking eyes
Th'instructive vision fled.
· Then why thus heavy, O my soul! gz. The Trials of Virtue. Merrick.
Say why, diftruftful still, Plac'o eo the verge of youth, my mind
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
"O'er scenes of future ill?
Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude ;
• Á Maker wise and good! That virtue's path inclose:
He to thy ev'ry trial knows
• Its just restraint to give;
· And faithful to relieve.
Say why, distrustful still,
"O'er scenes of future ill ? • Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round
Still in thy God confide, " Whose finger marks the leas their bound,
• And curbs the headlong tide.'
Bat chief my fear the dangers mov'd,
My heart tbe wise purjuit approv'd;
But, oh, what toils oppose !
With doubtful ftep I tread,
Its frares de ukve ipread.
Thole terrors lar to meet?
My unexperienc'd feet?
Soft o'er my temples drew
An objec trange and new,
Overvant as I stood,
The gathering storms around me roar,
And leave the boiling flood.
E'en now my iteps they lave!
Approaca'd in ev'ry wave.
of whither to retreat! hlach serve at once unftrung, And chaiad my speechless tungue.
Chillem bad fetter d fast my feet,
$ 93. Christ's Pasion: from a Greek Ode of Mr,
Masters, formerly of New College. Pitt.
To heaven, my muse, aspire;
Begin, in lofty numbers Thow
And suffers on the cross below.
What numbers hall I bring along?
From whence thall I begin the song?
The victor's conquest o'er his doom;
I feel my heart within me die;
When sudden to mine ear
Reprov'd ny erring fear :
Impatient to devour;
Three days, the infernal empire to subdue, Attending tapers faintly dart;
A mingled found from Calvary I hear, Now let the facred organ blow,
Till all the vocal current blended roll,
To lift it in the Maker's praise,
Who first inform'd our frame with breat.
And, after some few stormy days,
Now, gracious, gives us o'er to death,
No King of Fears
In him appears,
Who shuts the scene of human woess
Beneath his shade
The dead alone find true repose.
Then, while we mingle duft with duft,
To One, supremely good and wife, Beneath the burden of thy woe ;
Raise hallelujahs! God is juit, Bleed through thy bowels, tear thy hairs, And man most happy when he dies! Breathe gales of sighs, and weep a flood of tears.
His winter past, Behold thy King, with purple cover'd round; Fair spring at last Not in the Tyrian tinctures dyed,
Receives him on her flow'ry shore ! Nor dipt in poison of Sidonian pride;
Where pleasure's rose But in his own rich blood that streams from
And fin and sorrow are no more!
$95. Veni Creator Spiritus, parapbrajed. And with what rage the bloody scourge applied
Dryden, Curls round his limbs, and ploughs into his side. At such a fight let all thy anguish rise;
CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid
Come visit ev'ry pious mind;
Weep from thy foul, till earth be drown'd; From sin and sorrow set us free,
Weep, till thy sorrows drench the ground. And make thy temples worthy thee. Canst thou, ungrateful man! his torments see,
O source of uncreated light, Nor drop a tear for him, who pours his blood The Father's promis d Paraclete! for thee?
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
Plenteous of grace, descend from higk, Ye midnight shades, o'er nature spread!
Rich in thy sevenfold energy!
Thou strength of his Almighty hand,
Whose pow'r does heaven and earth comma Around your awful terrors pour.
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who doft the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown thy gift with eloquence! Through all this deep surrounding gloom,
Refine and purge our earthly parts; The fober thought,
But, oh, infiame and fire our hearts ! The tear untaught,
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the senses to the foul;
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down. The flow fad bell, the fable bier,
Chase from our minds th’infernal foe, In holy mufing wrapt the mind!
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow, And while their beam,
And, lett our feet thould itep aitrays With trembling fream,
Protect and guide us in the way.
Make us eternal truth receive, Left lurking Folly, with infidious are, And pradife all that we believe :
Regain my volatile inconstant heart! Give us thyself that we may fee
Shall every high resolve Devotion frames The Father, and the Son, by thee.
Be only lífeleis founds and specious names ? Immortal honour, endless fame, Oh rather, while thy hopes and fears controul, Attend th' Almighty Father's name: In this still hour, each motion of my soul, Thy Saviour son be gleihed,
Secures its safety by a sudden doom, Who for lot man's redemption died; And be the soft retreat of deep my tomb ! And equal adoration be,
Calm let me Number in that dark repose, Eternal Parzciete, to thee!
Till the last morn its orient beam disclose:
Then, when the great archangel's potent found $96. Oz True Nolikty. Dryden's Juvenal. Shall echo thro' creation's ample round, -NOBILITY of blood
Wak'd from the sleep of death, with joy survey Is but a glittring and fallacious good. The opening fplendours of eternal day, The Nobleman is he, whose noble mind (kind. I fill'd witkiebred worth, unborrow'd from his
$ 98. Ode to Melancholy. Carter, Virtue alone is true nobility:
Come, Melancholy! filent pow'r, Let your own a&ts immortalize your name,
Companion of my lonely hour, 'Tis poor relying on another's fame :
To sober thought confin'd! For take the pillars but away, and all
Thou sweetly sad ideal guest, The fuperdru&ture muit in ruins fall;
In all thy footbing charms confest, As a vine droops, when by divorce remov'd
Indulge my penfive mind.
The tides of mirth, that ebb and flow
To court the objects that inspire
Thy philofoplic dream.
Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yewe
With folitary steps I muse, Here all my better faculties confine;
By thy dire&tion led : And be this hour of facred silence thine !
Here, cold to pleasures tempting forms, 1, by the day's illusive scenes milled,
Consociate with my sister worms, Why erring foul from virtue's path has stray'd;
And mingle with the dead. Saar'd by example , or by passion warm d,
Ye midnight horrors, awful gloom!
My future peaceful bed;
And ev'ry sorrow lie repos'd
In death's refreshing shade. But, ah! bow oft my lawless pasions rove, Ye pale inhabitants of night, And break those awtul precepts I approve !
Before my intellectual light Parae the fatal impulse I abhor,
In solemn pomp
ascend: And violate the virtue I adore !
O tell how trifling now appears
. Your transient forms like ihadows pass,
The dazzling colours, falsely bright,
With superficial itate :
Thro' reason's clearer optics view'd,
Appears the painted cheat !
The dread of death controul ?
Can pleasure's more bewitching charms Thy life may all the tend'rést care
Of Providence defend;
And delegated angels round Religion ! ere the hand of Fate
Their giardian wings extend ! Shall niake reflection plead too late,
When thro' creations vast expanse My erring lentes teach,
The last dread thunders roil, Amidst the flatt'ring hopes of youth,
Untune the concord of the spheres, To meditate the folemn truth
And Make the rising foul; These awful relics preach.
Unmov'd may'st thou the final storm Thy penetrating beams disperse
Of jarring worlds survey, The milt of error, whence our fears
That uthers in the glad ferene Derive their fatal spring :
Of everlasting day! 'Tis thine the trembling heart to warm, And foften to an angel form
§ 100. The l'anity of Human Wipes. The pale terrific king.
John When, sunk by guilt in fad despair,
In Imitation of the Tenth Satire of Juvena Repentance breathes her humble pray't,
LET * obfervation with extensive view And owns thy threat'nings just;
Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Thy voice the thudd'ring suppliant cheers,
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife With mercy calms her torturing fears,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life And lifts her from the duft.
Then lay how hope and fear, desire and h Sublim'd by thee, the foul aspires
O'eripread with inares the clouded maze of
Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent Beyond the range of low desires,
pride In nobler views elate : Unmov'd her distant change surveys,
To tread the dreary paths without a guide
As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delus And, arm'd by faith, intrepid pays
Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good: The universal debt.
How rarely reason guides the stubborn cho In death's soft lumber Jullid to rest, Rules the bold hand, or prompts the fupr She sleeps by smiling visions blest,
voice: That gently whisper peace;
How nations link hy darling schemes oppr Till the latt morn's fair op'ning ray
When vengeance listens to the fool's requ Unfolds the bright eternal day
Fate wings with ev'ry with th' atflictive d: Of active life and bliss.
Each gitt of nature, and each grace of art
With fatal heat impeteous courage glous $99. Written at Midnight in a Thunder With fatal sweetneis elocution Hows? Storm. Carter.
Impeachment stopsthelpeaker's powerfulb LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,
And restless fire precipitates on death. To shelt'ring caverns fly,
+ But, scarce observed, the knowing an And justly dread the vengeful fate
Fall in the gen'ral massacre of gold; That thunders through the sky.
Wide-wasting pest! that rages unconfin
And crowds with crimes therecordsof man Protected by that hand, whose law The threat’ning storms obey,
For gold his sword the bireling ruffian di Intrepid virtue (miles secure,
For gold the hireling judge diitorts the l. A3 in the blaze of day.
Wealth heap'd on wealth nor truth nor i
The dangers gather as the treasures rise.[ In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, Let hiit'ry tell, where rival kings comır The lightning's lurid glare,
And dubious title takes the maddendi It views the fame all-gracious Pow'r When statutes glean the refuse of the fw That breathes the vernal air.
How much more safe the vallal than the Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene,
Low sculks the hind beneath the rage of By different ways pursued,
And leaves the wealthy traitor in the T The one eternal end of Heav'n
Untouch'd his cottage, and his slumbers Is universal good :
Tho' confiscation's vultures hover roun With like beneficent effect
The needy traveller, terene and gay, O'er faming æther glows,
Walks the wild heath, and sings his toil As when it tunes the linnet's voice,
Does envy seize thee? cruth th' upbraidi
Increase his riches, and his peace destroy Or blushes in the role.
New fears in dire vicillitude invade, B, realon taught to scorn those fears The ruftling break alarms,and quiv'ring That vu gar minds molest.
Nor light nor darkness brings his pain ra Let no fontattic terrors break
One thews the plunder, and one hides th My dear Narcilla's reft.
• Ver. 1-11. + Ver. 12-22
Yet • till one gen’ral cry the skies alfails, Turn'd by his nod the stream of honour flows, And gua and grandeur load the tainted gales; His imile alone fecurity bestows : Fen kow the coiling itateiman's fear or care, Still to new heights his reitlers withes tow'r; Ta' intidious rival and the gaping heir. Claim leads to claim, and pow'r advances pow'r;
Once + more, De:nocraus, ariie on earth, Till conqueit unrefifted ceas'd to plente, With cheerfal wisdom and instructive mirth, And rights submitted left him none to leize. See motley life in modern trappings drett,
At length his sovereign frowns-the train of itate And feed with varied fools th' eternal jeft: Mark the keen glance, and watch the fign tu bate. Thou who couldit laugh where want enchain'd Where'er he turns he meets a Itranger's eye, caprice, ,
His suppliants scorn him, and his foilowers fly: Tuil cruth'd conceit
, and man was of a piece; Now drops at once the pride of awful itate, Where wealrb urilor daithout a mourner died; The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate, And iarce a sycophant was fed by pride; The regal palace, the luxurious board, Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, The liv'ried arıny, and the menial lord. Or seen a new-plzde mayor's unwieldy state ; With age, with cares, with maladies oppreft, Where change of tav'ntesmade nochangeoflaws, He seeks the refuge of monastic reft. And fenates beard before they judgʻd a caute; Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings, How wouldtrhou fbake at Britain's modith tribe, and his last fighs reproach the faith of kings. Dantbe quèk tauntand edge the piercing gibe ? Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace Attentive. truth and mature to delcry,
repine, And pierce each scene with philofophic eye,
Shall Wolley's wealth with Wolsey's end he thine! To thee were fulemn toys or empty show,
Or liv'lt thou now, with safer pride content, The rope of pleature and the veils of woe :
The wiselt justice on the banks of Trent! Ali and the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, for why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, Wiole juysdrecia:eless, or whose griefs are vain. On weak foundations raise th'enormous weigtit?
Sect: ta the corn that fill'd the fage's mind, why but to link, beneath misfortune's blow, Renew'd at every glance on human kind;
With louder ruin to the gulphs below? How put that com ere yet thy voice declare,
What ý gave great Villiers toth'allaifin's knife, Search every izate, and canvass ev'ry pray’r.
And fix'd disease on Harley's closing life? bununder'd suppliants crowd Preferment's What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd gate,
By kings protected, and to king's ally'd ?
What but their wish indulg'd in courts to thine, They tonat, they shine, evaporate, and fall.
And pow'r too great to keep, or to relign? Oa ev'ry stage the foes of peace attend,
When || first the college rolls receive his name, Hate dezutheir fight, and in fult mocks their end. The young enthusiast quits his eale for fame; Love ends with bove,the finking statesman's door Refiftless burns the fever of renown, Pours in the morning worshipper no more;
Caught from the strong contagion of the gown: For growing names the weekly scribbler lies, o'er Bodley's dame his future labours spread, To growing wealth the dedicator Aies;
And Bacon's mantion trembles o'er his head. From ev'ry room descends the painted face,
, And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth? And imoka in kitchens, or in auctions fold, Yet should thy soul indulge the gen rous heat, To better features yields the frame of gold;
Till captive Science yields her latt retreat ; For now no more we trace in ev'ry line Should Realon guide thee with her brighteit ray, Heroic Horta, benevolence divine:
And pour on mifty Doubt relistless day: Tan bora distorted juftifies the fall,
Should no false kindness lure to loose delight, And detstation rids th' indignant wall. But wil nut Britain hear the last appeal,
Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright;
Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain, Sign ber íses doom, or guard her fav'rites zeal? And Sloth effule her opiate fumes in vain;
, Degrading nobles and controuling kings;
Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart; Doar luppe tribes repress their patriot throats, Should no Disease thy torpid veins invade, Andri no queitions but the price of votes; Wien we al libels and septennial ale,
Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade;
Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Their with is full to riot and to rail.
Nor think the doom of man revers’d for thee : la fa-bloom dignity, fee Wolsey stand, Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, Lawis la voice, and fortune in his hand : And pause a while from learning, to be wile:
There mark what ills the scholar's life aftail, Thro buztibe rays of regal bounty thine; (fign, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
+ Ver. 28–55. 1 Ver. 56--107. $ Ver. 108–113. || Ver. 114-132. There is a tradition, that the study of friar Bacon, built on an arch over the bridge, will fall when oma greater than Bacon Thall pass under it.