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The British fire. You, gallant Vernon, saw With wrathful vapour, from the secret beds, The miserable scene; you, pitying, saw
Whire sleep the mineral generations, drawn. To infant weakır'ss sunk the warrior's arın; Thence nitre, sulphur, and the fiery spume Saw the deep-racking pang, the ghastly form, Of fat bithmen, steaming on the day, The lip pale-quivering, and the beamless eye With various-tinctur'd trains of latent flame, No more with ardour bright: you heard the groans Pollute the sky, and in yon baleful cloud, Of agonizing ships from shore to shore;
A reddening gloom, a magazine of fate, Heard, nightly plung'd ainid the sullen waves, Ferment; till by the touch ethe real rous'd, The frequent corse; while, on each other fix'd, The dash of clouds, or irritating war In sad presage, the blank assistants secin'd, Of fighting winds, while all is calm below, Silent, to ask, whom Fate would next demand. They furious spring. A boding silence reigns,
What need I mention those inclement skies, Dread through the dun expanse ; save the dull sound Where, frequent o'er the sickening city, Plague, That from the mountain, previous to the storm, The fiercest child of Nemesis divine,
Rolls o'er the muttering earth, disturbs the floud, Descends"? From Ethiopia's poison'd woods, And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath. From stifled Cairo's filth, and fetid fields
Prone, to the lowest vale, th' aërial tribes With locust-armies putrefying heap'd,
Descend : the tempest-loving raven searce This great destroyer sprung.
Her aweful rage
Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze The brutes escape : man is her destin'd prey, The cattle stand, and on the scowling Heavens Intemperate man! and, o'er his guilty domes, Cast a deploring eye, by man forsvok, She draws a close incumbent cloud of death; Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast, Uninterrupted by the living winds,
Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave. Forbid to blow a wholesome breeze; and stain'd "T'is listening fear and dumb amazement all : With many a mixture by the Sun, sutlus'd, When to the startled eye the sudden glance Of angry aspect. Princely wisdom, then, Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud ;. Dejects his watchful eye; and froin the hand And following slower, in explosion vast, Of feeble justice, incffectual, drop
The thunder raises his tremendous voice. The sword and balance : mute the voice of joy, At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, And hush'd the clamour of the busy world. The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, Empty the streets, with uncouth verdure clad; And rolls its aweful burden on the wind, Into the worst of deserts sudden turn'd
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The cheerful haunt of men, unless escap'd The noise astounds: till over head a sheet From the doom'd house, where matchless borrour Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts, reigns,
And opens wider; shuts and opens still Shut up by barbarous fear, the smitten wretch, Expausive, wrapping ether in a blaze. With frenzy wild, breaks loose ; and, loud to Heaven Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar, Screaming, the dreadful policy arraigns,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling ; peal on peal Inhuman, and unwise. The sullen door,
Crush'd horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth. Yet uninfected, on its cautious hinge
Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail, Fearing to turn, abhors society :
Or prone descending rain. Wide-rent, the clouds Dependants, friends, relations, Love himself, Pour a whole floods and yet, its Aame unquench'd, Savag'd by woe, forget the tender tie,
Th' unconquerable lightning struggles through, The sweet engagement of the feeling heart. Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls, But vain their selfish care: the circling sky,
And fires the mountains with redoubled rage. The wide enliveping air, is full of fate;
Black from the stroke, above, the smouldering And, struck by turns, in solitary pangs
pine They fall, unblest, untended, and unmourn'd. Stands à sad shatter'd trunk; and, stretch'd below, Thus o'er the prostrate city black Despair A lifeless groupe the blasted cattle lie: Extends ber raven wing; while, to complete Here the soft flocks, with that same harmless look The scene of desolation, stretch'd around, They wore alive, and ruminating still The grim guards stand, denying all retreat, In Fancy's eye; and there the frowning bull, And give the flying wretch a better death.
An ox half-rais'd. Struck on the castled cliff, Much yet remains unsung: the rage intense The venerable tower and spiry fane Of brazen-vaulted skies, of iron fields,
Resign their aged pride. The gloomy woods Where drought and famine starve the blasted year: Start at the flash, and from their deep recess, Fir'd by the torch of noou to tenfold rage,
Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake Th' infuriate hill that shoots the pillar'd' fame; Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud And, rous'd within the subterranean world, The repercussive roar: with mighty crush, Th' expanding earthquake, that resistless shakes Into the Aashing deep, from the rude rocks Aspiring cities from their solid base,
Of Penmanmaur heap'd hideous to the sky, And buries mountains in the flaming gulph. Tumble the smitten cliffs; and Snowden's peak, But 'tis enough ; return, my vagrant Muse : Dissolving, instant yields his wintery load. A nearer scene of horrour calls thee home.
Far-seen, the heights of heathy Cheviot blaze, Behold, slow-settling o'er the lurid grove And Thulé bellows through her utınost isles. Unusual darkness broods; and growing gains Guilt hears appall’d, with deeply troubled The full possession of the sky, surcharg'd And yet not always on the guilty head (thought,
Descends the fated Aash. Young Celadon · These are the causes supposed to be the first and his Amelia were a matchless pair ; origin of the plague, in Dr. Mead's elegant book with equal virtue form'd, and equal grace, on that subject
The same, distinguish'd by their sex alone :
Mers the mild lustre of the blooming morn, A sandy bottom shows. A while he stands
Gazing th’inverted landscape, half afraid
Then plunges headlong down the circling flood. Of innocence and undissembling truth.
His ebon tresses and his rosy cheek 'Twas friendship heighten'd by the mutual wish, Instant emerge ; and through th' obedient wave, Th' enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
At each short breathing by his lip repeld, Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all With arms and legs according well, he makes, To love, each was to each a dearer self;
As humour leads, an easy-winding path: Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
While, from his polish'd sides, a dewy light Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Effuses on the pleas'd spectators round. Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd
This is the purest exercise of health, The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
The kind refresher of the summer heats; (flood, Or sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
Nor, when cold Winter keens the brightening So pass'd their life, a clear united stream, Would I weak-shivering linger on the brink. By care unruffled; till, in evil hour,
Thus life redoubles, and is oft preserv'd, The tempest caught them on the tender walk, By the bold swimmer, in the swift illapse Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray'd,
Of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs While, with each other blest, creative love
Knit into force; and the same Roman arm, Still bade eternal Eden smile around.
That rose victorious o'er the conquer'd Earth, Presaging instant fate, her bosom heav'd
First learn'd, while tender, to subdue the wave. Unwonted sighs, and stealing oft a look
Ev'n froin the body's purity, the mind Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye
Receives a secret sympathetic aid. Fell tearful, wetting her disorder'd cheek.
Close in the covert of an bazei copse, In vain assuring love, and confidence
Where winded into pleasing solitudes In Heaven, repress'd her fear; it grew, and shook Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat Her frame near dissolution. He perceiv'd
Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. Th’ unequal conflict; and as angels look
There to the stream that down the distant rocks On dying saints, his eyes compassion shed,
Hoarse-murmuring fell, and plaintive breeze that With love illumin'd high. “ Fear not,” he said,
Among the bending willows, falsely he (play'a “ Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence,
Of Musidora's cruelty complain'd. And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves
She felt his flame; but deep within her breast, In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee
In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride, With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft The soft return conceal'd ; save when it stole That wastes at midnight, or th’undreaded hour In side-long glances from her downcast eye, Of noon, flies harmless : and that very voice Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs. Which thunders terrour through the guilty heart,
Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his vows, With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thie. He fram'd a melting lay, to try her heart; 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus
And, if an infant passion struggled there, To clasp perfection !" From his void embrace, To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain! Mysterious Heaven! that moment, to the ground, A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate A blacken'd corse, was struck the beauteous maid. Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. But who can paint the lover, as he stood,
For, lo! conducted by the laughing Loves, Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life,
This cool retreat his Musidora sought: Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe!
Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd; So, faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb, And, rob’d in loose array, she came to bathe The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands,
Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. For ever silent, and for ever sad.
What shall he do? In sweet confusion lost, As from the face of Heaven the shatter'd clouds And dubious flutterings, he a while remain'd : Tumultuous rove, th' interminable sky
A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands A delicate refinement, known to few, A purer azure. Through the lightend air Perplex'd his breast, and urg'd him to retire : A higher lustre and a clearer calm,
But love forbade. Ye prudes in virtue, say, Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in sign
Say, ye severest, what would you have done? Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy,
Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever blest Set off abundant by the yellow ray,
Arcadian stream, with timid eye around Invests the fields; and Nature smiles reviv'd. The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs, 'Tis beauty all, and grateful song around,
To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. Join'd to the low of kine, and numerous bleat
Ah, then! not Paris op the piny top Of flocks thick-nibbling through the clover'd yale. Of Ida panted stronger, when aside And shall the hymn be marr'd by thankless man, The rival goddesses the veil divine Most favour'd; who with voice articulate
Cast unconfin'd, and gave him all their charms, Should lead the chorus of this lower world? Than, Damon, thou; as from the snowy leg, Shall he, so soon forgetful of the hand
And slender foot, th’inverted silk she drew; That hush'd the thunder, and serenes the sky,
As the soft touch dissolv'd the virgin zone; Extinguish'd feel that spark the tempest wak'd, And, through the parting robe, the alternate breast, That sense of powers exceeding far his own,
With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears?
In full luxuriance rose. But, desperate youth, Cheer'd by the milder beam, the sprightly youth How durst thou risque the soul distracting view; Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth | As from her naked limbs, of glowing white,
Harmonious swell'd by Nature's finest hand, To seek the distant hills, and there converse
Displays its charms; whose minds are richly Flushing anew, å mellow lustre shed :
With philosophic stores, superior light; [fraught As shines the lily through the crystal mild ; And in whose breast, enthusiastic, burns Or as the rose amid the morning dew
Virtue, the sons of interest deem roinance; Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows. Now call'd abroad enjoy the falling day: While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave Now to the verdant Portico of woods, But ill-conceal'd ; and now with streaming locks, To Nature's vast Lycéum, forth they walk; That half embrac'd her in a humid veil,
By that kind school where no proud master reigns, Rising again, the latent Damon drew
The full free converse of the friendly heart, Such maddening draughts of beauty to the soul, Improving and improv'd. Now from the world, As for a while o'erwhelm'd his raptur'd thought Sacred to sweet retirement, lovers steal, With luxury too-daring. Checkd, at last, And pour their souls in transport which the Sire By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd
Of love approving hears, and calls it good. The theft profane, if aught profane to love Which way, Amanda, shall we bend our course! Can c'er be deemd ; and, struggling from the The choice perplexes. Wherefore should we shade,
chuse? With headlong hurry Aed: but first these lines, All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind Trac'd by his ready pencil, on the bank
Along the streams ? or walk the smiling mead ? With trembling hand he threw. “ Bathe on, my Or court the forest-glades? or wander wild fair,
Among the waving harvests? or ascend, Yet unbeheld, save by the sacred eye
While radiant Summer opens all its pride, Of faithful love : I go to guard thy haunt,
Thy hill, delightful Shene'? Here let us sweep To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot,
The boundless landscape: now the raptur'd eye, And each licentious eye.” With wild surprise, Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send, As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,
Now to the sister-hills ? that skirt her plain, A stupid moment motionless she stood
To lofty Harrow now, and now to where So stands the statue' that enchants the world, Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, In lovely contrast to this glorious view The mingled beanties of exulting Greece.
Calmly magnificent, then will we turn Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes To where the silver Thames first rural grows. Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd There let the feasted eye unwearied stray ; In careless haste, th’ alarming paper snatch'd. Luxurious, there, rove through the pendent woods But, when her Damon's well-known hand she saw, That nodding bang o'er Harrington's retreat ; Her terrours vanish'd, and a softer train
And stooping thence to Ham's embowering walks, Of mixt emotions, hard to be describ’d,
Beneath whose shades, in spotless peace retir'd, Her sudden bosom seiz'd: shame void of guilt, With her the pleasing partner of his heart, The charming blush of innocence, esteem The worthy Queensbury yet laments his Gay, And admiration of her lover's flame,
And polish'd Cornbury wooes the willing Muse. By modesty exalted : ev'n a sense
Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames: Of self-approving beauty stole across
Fair winding up to where the Muses haunt Her busy thought. At length, a tender calm lu Twit'nam's bowers, and for their Pope implore Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul ; The healing god '; to royal Hampton's pile, And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream To Clermont's terrass'd height, and Esher's groves, Incumbent hung, she with the sylvan pen
Where in the sweetest solitude, embrac'd Of rural lovers this confession carv'd,
Ry the soft windings of the silent Mole, Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy : From courts and senates Pelham finds repose: " Dear youth! sole judge of what these verses Inchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse mean,
Has of Achaia or Hesperia sing!
On which the Power of Cultivation lies,
The Sun has lost his rage : bis downward orb Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads Shoots nothing now but anirpating warmth, And vital lustre; that with various ray,
Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of spires, Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes, (Heaven, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The dream of waking fancy! Broad below, The stretching landsape into smoke decays ! Cover'd with ripening fruits, and swelling fast Happy Britannia! where the queen of arts, Into the perfect year, the pregnant Farth And all her tribes rejoice. Now the soft hour I The old name of Richmond, signifying in Of walking comes : for him who lonely loves Saxon shining or splendour.
* Highgate and Hamstead. 1 The Venus of Medici.
s In his last sickness.
Inspiring vigour, liberty abroad
The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd, Walks, unconfin'd, ev'n to thy farthest cots, The lover's myrtle, and the poet's bay. And scatters plenty with unsparing hand.
A Hamden too is thine, illustrious land, Rich is thy soil, and inerciful tby cline; Wise, strenuous, firin, of unsubmitting soul, Thy streams unfailing in the summer's drought; Who stem'd the torrent of a downward age Unmatch'd thy guardian-oaks ; thy vallies float To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again, With golden waves: and on tlıy mountains flocks In all thy native pomp of freedomn bold. Bleat numbertess; while, roving round their sides, Bright at his call, thy age of men effulg'd, Bellow the blackening herds in lusty droves, Of men on whom late tiine a kindling eye Beneath thy meadows glow, and rise unquell'd Shall turn, and tyrants treinble while they read. Against the mower's seythe. On every hand Bring every sweetest dower, and let me strew Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth; The grave where Russel Res; whose teinperid And property assures it to the swain,
blood, Pleas'd, and unwearied, in his guarded toil. With calmest cheerfulness for thee resign'd, Full are thy cities with the sons of art ;
Stain'd the sad annals of a giddy reign; And trade and joy, in every busy street,
Aiming at lawless power, though meanly sunk Mingling are heard : evin Drudgery himself, In loose inglorious luxury. With him As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews
His friend, the British Cassius”, fearless bled ; The palace-stone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports, Of high d termin'd spirit, roughly brave, Where rising masts an endless prospect yield, By ancient learning, to th' enlighten'd love With labour burn, and echo to the shouts
Of ancient freedom warnı'd. Fair thy renown Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves
In aweful sages and in noble bards, His last adieu, and, loosening every sheet,
Soon as the light of dawning Science spread Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind.
Her orient ray, and wak'd the Muses song. Bold, firm, and graceful, are thy generous Thine is a Bacon ; hapless in his choice, youth,
Untit to stand the civil storm of state,
And through the smootb barbarity of courts,
To urge his course; him for the studious shade Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plans
Kind Nature form’d, deep, comprehensive, clear, Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside ; Exact, and elegant; in one sich soul, In genius, and substantial learning, high;
Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tully join'd. For every virtue, every worth renown'd;
'The great deliverer he! who from the gloom Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind;
Of cloister'd monks, and jargon-teaching schools, Yet, like the mustering thunder, when provok'd, Led forth the true Philosophy, there long The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource
Held in the magic chain of words and forms, Of those that under grim onpression groan.
And definitions void : he led her forth, Thy sons of zlory many! Alfred thine,
Daughter of Heaven! that, slow-ascending still, In whom the splendour of heroic war,
Investigating sure the chain of things, And more h roic peace, when governd well, With radiant finger points to Heaven again. Combine; whose hallow'd names the virtuous saint, The generous Ashley thine, the friend of man; And his own Muses love; the best of kings !
Who scann'd his nature with a brother's eye, With him thy Edwards and thy Henries shine, His weakness prompt to shade to raise his aim, Names dear to fame; the first who deep impress'd | To touch the finer movements of the mind, On haughty Gaul the terrour of thy arins,
And with the moral beauty charm the beart. That awes her genius still. In stalesmen thou, Why need I name thy Boyle, whose pious scarck And patriots, fertile. Thine a steady More, Amid the dark recesses of his works, Who, with a generous, though mistaken zeal, The great Creator sought? And why thy Locke, Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage,
Who inade the whole internal world his own? Like Cato firm, like Aristides just,
Let Newton, pure Intelligence, whom God Like rigid Cincinnatus nobly poor,
To mortals lent, to trace his boundless works A dauntless soul erect, who smil'd on death. From laws sublimely simple, speak thy fame Frugal and wise, a Walsingham is thine ;
In all philosophy. For lofty sense, A Drake, who made thee mistress of the deep, Creative fancy, and inspection keen And bore thy name in thunder round the world. Through the deep windings of the human heart, Then fiam'd thy spirit high: but who can speak Is not wild Shakespeare thine and Nature's boast The numerons worthies of the inaiden rüga? Is not ea h great, each ainiable Muse In Raleigh inark their every glory mix'd;
Of classic ages in thy Milton inet ? Paleigh, the scourge of Spain! whose breast with A genius universal as his theme; The sage, the patriut, and the hero, burn'd. (all | Astonishing as Chaos, as the bloom Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward reign
Of blowing Fden fair, as leaven subline. The warrior fetter'd, and at last resign'd,
Nor shall my rerse that elder bard forget, To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe. The gentle Spencer, Tuney's pleasing son; Than, active still and unrestrain'd, his unind Who, like a copions river, pour'd his song Explor'd the vast extent of agcs past,
O’er all the mazes of enchanted ground : And with his prison-hours enrich'd the world; Nor thee, his ancient inaster, laughing suge, Yet found no times, in all the long research, Chaucer, whose natise manners-paiaung versc, So glorious, or so base, as those he prov'd, In which he conquer'd, and in wbich he bled.
I Algernon Sidner. Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney pass, * Anthony Actaley Cuopis, eerl of Shatftesbury. VOL XI.
Well-moraliz'd, shines through the gothic cloud All ether softening, sober Evening takes
May my song soften, as thy daughters I, A thousand shudores at her beck. First this
She sends on Farth ; then that of deeper dye The feeling heart, simplicity of iife,
Steals soft behind ; and then a deeper still, And elegance, and tasto: the faultless form, In circle following circle, gathers round, Shap'd by thc hand of harmony; the cheek, To close the face of things. A fresher gale Where the live crimson, through the native white Begins to wave the wood, and stir the streain, Soft-shooting, o'er the face ditluses bloom,
Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn ; And every nameless grace; the parted lip, While the quail clamours for bis running mate. Like the red rose-bud inoist witb morning-dew, Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze, Breathing delight; and, under flowing jet, A whitening shower of vegetable down Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown,
Amusive floats. The kind impartial care The neck slight-shaded, and the swelling breast; Of Nature nought disdains : thoughtful to feed The look resistless, piercing to the soul,
Her lowest sons, and clothe the coming year, And by the soul informn'd, when drest in love From field to field the feather'd seeds she wings. She sits high-smiling in the conscious eye.
His folded flock secure, the shepherd home Island of bliss ! amid the subject seas,
Hies, merry-hearted; and by turns relieves That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, The ruddy milk-maid of her brimming pail; At once the wonder, terrour, and delight,
The beauty whom perhaps his witless heart, Of distant nations, whose remotest shores
Unknowing what the joy-mixt anguish means, Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm;
Sincerely loves, by that best language shown Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults
Of cordial glances, and obliging deeds. Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave. Onward they pass, o'er many a panting height
O Thou! by whose almighty nod the scale And valley sunk, and unfrequented; where
At fall of eve the Fairy people throng,
But far about they wander from the grave
Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge, Rough Industry; Activity untir'd,
The glow-wormn lights his gem; and tirough the With copious life intorm'd, and all awake:
dark, While in the radiant front superior shincs
A moving radiance twinkles. Evening yields That first paternal virtue, public zeal ;
The world to Night ; not in her winter-rube Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey,
Of massy Stygian wouf, but loose array'd And, ever musing on the common weal,
In mantle Jun. A faint erroneous ray, Suill labours glorious with some great design. Glanc'd from th' imperfect surfaces of things,
Low walks the Sun, and broadens by de grees, Flings half an image on the straining eye: Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds While wavering woods, and villages, and streams, Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train,
And rocks, and mountains-tops, that long retain'd In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Th’ascending gleam, are all one swimming scene, Air, Earth, and Ocran smile inmense. And now, Uncertain if beheld. Sudden to Heaven As if his weary chariot sought the bowers
Thence weary vision turns; where, leading soft OF Amphitrite, and her tending nymphs,
The silent hours of love, with purest ray. (So Grecian fable sung) he dips his orb;
Sweet Venus shines ; and from her genial rise, Now half-inmers'd; and now a golden curve When day-light sickens till it springs afresh, Gives one bright glance, then total disappears. Unrivall'd reigns, the fairest lamp of night. For ever running an enchanted round,
As thus th' etl'ulgence tremulous I drink, Passes the day, deceitful, vain, and void;
With cherish'd gaze, the lambent lightnings shoot As fleets the vision o'er the forintul brain,
Across the sky; or horizontal dart This moment hurrying wild the impassion'd soul, In wondrous shapes: by fearful murmuring crowds The next in nothing lost. 'Tis so to him,
Portentous deemn'u Amid the radiant orbs, The dreamer of this Farth, an idie blank:
That more than deck, that animate the sky,
The life-infusing suns of other worlds;
With awful trajn projected o'er the Heavens, That gives the hopeless heart to sing for joy, The guilty nations tremble. But, above Diffusing kind beneficence around,
Those superstitious horrours that enslave Boastless, as now descends the silent dew; The fond sequacious herd, to mystic faith To him the long review of order'd life
And blind amazement prone, the enlightend few, Is inward rapture, only to be felt.
Whose godlike minds philosophy exalts, Confess’d from yonder slow-cxtinguish'd clouds, The glorious stranger hail. They feel a joy