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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,
Aune can all my wants dicern;

Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here
Thy hand alone fupply

“Let thy proud waves be stay'd." O let thy fear within me duell,

I heard; and, lo! at once contrould,
Thy love my foot.te;s guide;

The waves, in wild retreat,
Tha: hore bali vainer les expel; Back on themselves reluctant rollid,
That fear all fears bende.

And murmuring left my feet.
And, oh! by error's force fubdued,

Deeps to assembling deeps in vain
Since oft my tubica will

Once more the signal gave :
Prepott rous Ghans the larent good,

The lhores the rushing weight sustain,
And grains the fpecious ill;

And check th' usurping wave.
Not to my wih, bat to my want,
Do thou thy gifts apply:

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
What ill
, tho' ask d, deny.

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?
Life's op'ning scene fürvey'd:
I viz'd its ulls of various kind,

Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Afited and afraid.

Each anxious doubt exclude ;
· Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here,

• Á Maker wise and good! That virtue's path inclose:

He to thy ev'ry trial knows

• Its just restraint to give;
* Attentive to behold thy woes,

· And faithful to relieve.
• Then why thus heavy, O my soul !

Say why, distrustful still,
" Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll

"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 !
For see! ab see! while yet her ways

With doubtful ftep I tread,
A boitile world its terrors raise,

Its frares de ukve ipread.
Oh bow Aall I, with heart prepard,

Thole terrors lar to meet?
How from the thousand inares to guard

My unexperienc'd feet?
As thus I mas'd opprelive sleep

Soft o'er my temples drew
Cbitioa's vei.-The wat'ry deep,

An objec trange and new,
Before me role: on the wide More

Overvant as I stood,

The gathering storms around me roar,

And leave the boiling flood.
Near and more near the billows rise;

E'en now my iteps they lave!
And death to my affrighted eyes

Whir bope

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.
No more of earthly subjects fing;

To heaven, my muse, aspire;
To raise the song, charge ev'ry string,
And Atrike the living lyre.

Begin, in lofty numbers Thow
Th’ Eternal King's unfathom'd love,
Who reigns the Sov'reign God above,

And suffers on the cross below.
Prodigious pile of wonders! rais'd too high
For the dim ken of frail mortality.

What numbers hall I bring along?

From whence thall I begin the song?
The mighty mystery I 'll ling, inspir’d,
Beyond the reach of human wisdom wrought,
Beyond the compass of an angel's thought,
How by the rage of man his God expir’d.
I'll make the trackless depths of mercy known,
How to redeem his foe God render'd up his Son;
I'll raise my voice to tell mankind

The victor's conquest o'er his doom;
How in the grave he lay confin'd,
To seal more sure the ray’nous tomb.


I feel my heart within me die;

When sudden to mine ear
A voice, decending from on high,

Reprov'd ny erring fear :
What cho' the fwelling surge thou see
Bet, mortal, rest on God's decree,
And thankful own his pow'r.

Impatient to devour;

Three days, the infernal empire to subdue, Attending tapers faintly dart;
Ne pass'd triumpliant through the coasts of woe; Each mould'ring bone,
With his own dart the tyrant Death he new, Each sculptur'd stone,
And led Hell captive through her realms below. Strikes mute instruction to the heart!

A mingled found from Calvary I hear, Now let the facred organ blow,
And the loud tumult thickens on my ear, With solemn pause, and sounding Now;
The shouts of murd'rers, that insult the slain, Now let the voice due measure keep,
The voice of torment, and the thrieks of pain. In strains that sigh, and words that weep:
I cast my eyes with horror up

Till all the vocal current blended roll,
To the curst mountain's guilty top; Not to depress, but lift the soaring soul:
See there! whom hanging in the midst I view!
Ah! how unlike the other two !

To lift it in the Maker's praise,
I see him high above his foes,

Who first inform'd our frame with breat.

And, after some few stormy days,
And gently bending from the wood
His head in pity down to those

Now, gracious, gives us o'er to death,
Whose guilt conspires to shed his blood.

No King of Fears

In him appears,
His wide-extended arms I see

Who shuts the scene of human woess
Transfix'd with nails, and fasten'd to the tree:

Beneath his shade
Man, senseless man! canft thou look on,
Nor make thy Saviour's pains thy own?

Securely laid,

The dead alone find true repose.
The rage of all thy grief exert,
Rend thy garments
and thy heart i

Then, while we mingle duft with duft,
Beat thy breast, and groves low,

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

Immortal blows,

And fin and sorrow are no more!
Dost thou not see the thorny circled red ?
The guilty wreath that blushes round his head !

$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
Break up, break up the fountains of thy eyes. The world's foundations first were laid,
Here bid thy tears in gushing torrents flow,

Come visit ev'ry pious mind;
Indulge thy grief, and give a loose to woe. Come pour thy joys on human kind.

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,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;

Come, and thy sacred unction bring
$94. A Funeral Hymn. Mallet. To fanctify us, while we ting.

Plenteous of grace, descend from higk, Ye midnight shades, o'er nature spread!

Rich in thy sevenfold energy!
Dumb silence of the dreary hour!
In honour of th' approaching dead,

Thou strength of his Almighty hand,

Whose pow'r does heaven and earth comma Around your awful terrors pour.

Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Yes, pour around

Who doft the gift of tongues dispense,
On this pale ground

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,
Those meetelt mourners at a tomb.

Submit the senses to the foul;
Lo! as the furplic'd train drew near And when rebellious they are grown,
To this last manfion of mankind,

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.

every wound.

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.
Prom the embraces of the elm lhe loy'd. No longer wildly hurried through

The tides of mirth, that ebb and flow
97. A Night Piece. Miss Carter. In folly's noisy ftream,
Welle night in folemn thade invests the pole, I from the busy crowd retire,
And cala reflection sooths the pensive soul,

To court the objects that inspire
While reason undifturb'd asserts her sway,

Thy philofoplic dream.
And life's deceitful colours fade away;
To thee! all-couscious Presence! I devote

Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yewe
This peaceful interval of sober thought :

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!
Mycalmer thoughtsthe wretched choice reprove, Here shall my weary eyes be clos’d,
Some false delight my giddy Sense has charmid; Ye filent regions of the tomb,

My future peaceful bed;
And my beft hopes are center'd in thy love.
of this can life one joy afforil?

And ev'ry sorrow lie repos'd
Its utmost boat a vain unmeaning word,

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
Oft erhen thy better Spirit's guardian care The train of idle hopes and fears,
Wara'd myfond foul tohun the tempting snare, That varying life attend !
My hubborn will his gentle aid repreisd, Ye faithless idols of our sense,
And check'd the rising goodness in my breast; Here own how vain the fond pretence,
slad with rain hopes, or urg’dby falle desires, Ye empty names of joy!
Stu'd his foft voice, and quenchá hissacredfires

. Your transient forms like ihadows pass,
Weh grief oppressd, and proftrate in the duft, Frail offspring of the magic glass,
Sanida chou condemn, Iown thy sentence juft. Before the mental eye.
Burg eh! thy softer titles let me claim,
And plead my cause by Mercy's gentle name. Attract the gazing vulgar light

The dazzling colours, falsely bright,
Mercyl that wipes the penitential tear,
And dieates the horrors of despair ;

With superficial itate :
From hisizous justice steals the vengeful hour, How stripp'd of all its pomp, how rude

Thro' reason's clearer optics view'd,
Softens the dreadful attribute of pow's,
Dilarms the wrath of an offended God,

Appears the painted cheat !
And fals my pardon in a Saviour's blond ! Can wild ambition's tyrant pow'r,
All powe'stul Grace, exert thy gentle sway, Or ill got wealth's fuperfluous store,
Aed teach my rebel passions to obey ;

The dread of death controul ?


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Can pleasure's more bewitching charms Thy life may all the tend'rést care
Avert or sooth the dire alarms

Of Providence defend;
That take the parting soul?

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,

A thirt for wealth, and burning to be great;
Deluhve Fortune bears th' incellant call,

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.

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