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Earth, trembling from her entrails, bears a part ;
« Nor vain the with, while George the goldea And the rent rock upbraids man's stubborn heart.
scale The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign, With steady prudence holds, and temp'rate sway. And the cold clay-clad dead start into life again. And when his courfe of earthly honour 's run,
And thou, O tomb, once more shalt wide display With lenient hand thall Frederic footh your care ; Thy fatiate jaws, and give up all thy prey. Rich in each princely quality, mature Thou, groaning earth, ihalt heave, absorptintame, In years, and Irappiest in nuptial choice. As the last pangs convulse thy lab'ring frame ; Thence too arile now hopes; a playful troop When the fame God unthrouded thou shalt see, Circles his hearth, sweet pledges of that bed Wrapt in full blaze of power and majesty, Which Faith, and Joy, and thou land Virtues guard. Ride on the clouds; whilft, as his chariot Aies, His be the care o inform their ductile minds The bright effusion strcams thro' all the skies. With worthick thoughts, and point the ways of Then thall the proud diffolving mountains glow,
honour. And yielding rocks in fiery rivers flow : How often Mall he hear with freth delight The molten deluge round the globe Thall roar, Their earnest vales, or watch their rifing passions And all man's arts and labour be no more. With timorous attention ; then shall rell Then thall the splendours of th' enliven'd glass Of justice, fortitude, and public wcal; Sink undiftinguith'd in the burning mass. And oft the while each rigid precept (mooth And, oh! till earth, and seas, and heaven decay, With winning tokens of parental love!" Ne'er may that fair creation fade away ; [ipare, Thus my o'erweening heart the secret stores May winds and storms those beauteous colours Of Britain's hope explor'd, while my strain'd light Still
may they bloom, as permanent as fair ; Pursued lier fading hills, till wrapt in mist All the vain rage of waiting time repel, They gently funk bencatla the twelling tide. sind his tribunal see, whose Cross they paint fowell. Nor Nept those thoughts, whene'er in other clines
I mark'd the crucl waste of foul oppreffion, § 344. On the Death of Frederic Prince of Wales. Saw nobleft fpirits, and goodlieft faculties,
Written at Paris, 9; DAVID LORD VISCOUNT To vafalage and loathsome service bound.
Then conscious preference rose; then northward LITTLE I whilom deemd my artless zeal My eye to gratulate my natal foil. (turn'd
Should woo the British Musc in foreign land How have I chid, with froward eagerness, To ftrains of bitter argument, and teach Each vcering blait that from my hand withheld
The mimic Nymph that haunts the winding verge The well-known characters of some lov'd friend, And vozy current of Parisian Scinc,
Tho' diftant not uninindful! Still I learn’d, To syllable new founds in accents firange. Delighted, what each patriot plan devis'd
But sad occasion calls ; who now forbears Of arts or glory, or diffusive commerce. The last kind office who but confccrates Nor wanted its endearment ev'ry tale His off 'ring at the thrine of fair Renown Of lightest import. But, oh heavy change ! To gracious Frederic rais'd ; tho' but compos’d What notices come now? Distracted scenes Of the waste flow'rets, whose neglected hues Of helpless forrow, folemn fad accounts; Clicquer the lonely heilge or mountain Ilope? How fair Augusta watch'd the weary night, Where are those hopes, where fica th' illusive Tending the bed of Anguilh; how grcat George scenes
Wept with his infant progeny around; That forgeful fancy plann'd, what time the bark How heard the orphan's and the widow's figh, Stemm'denc falt wave from Albion schalky bourn That follow'd Frederic to the tilent tomb!
Then filial Picty and parting Love [cliffs, For well was Frederic lov'd, and well deservd. Pour’d the fond pray'r— Farewel, ye less'ning His voice was ever sweet, and on his steps Fairer to me than aught in fabled fong Attended ever the alluring grace Or mystic record told of shores Atlantic! Of gentle lowlinels and social zcal. Favour'd of Heaven, farewel! imperial illc, Him thall remember oft the labour'd hind, Native to nobleft wits, and best approv'd Relating to his mates each casual act In manly science and advent'rous deed! Of courteous bounty. Him th' artilicer, Celestial Freedoin, by rude hand esirang'd Plying the varied woof in sullen fadnels, From regions once frequented, with Thee takes Tho' wont to carol many a ditty lwect. Her sted faft Itation, faft beside the throne Soon too the mariner, who many moons Of sccptred rule, and there her state inaintains Has counted, beating still the foamy surge, In social concord, and harmonious love.
And treads at last the with’d-for beach, thall ftand These bleilings still be thine, nor meddling fiend Appall’d at the fad tale, and soon thall steal Stir in your busy streets foul Faction's roar; Down his rough chcek th' involuntary tear. Still thrive your growing works, and gales pro Be this our folace yet-all is not dead ; pitious
The bright memorial lives : for his example Visit your sons who ride the wat'ry waste ; Shall Hymen triin his torch, domestic praile And still be heard from forth your gladsome Be countenanc'd, and virtue fairer lhew. bow'rs
In age fucceeding, when another George, Shrill tabor pipes, and ev'ry peaceful sound. To ratify some weighty ordinance
Of Britain's peers conven'd, shall pass beside Some parent breast may heave the answering righ Those hallow'd spires, whose gloomy vaults in To the flow pauses of the funeral knoll; close,
E'en now black Atropos, with scowling eye, Shrouded in sleep, pale rows of sceptred kings, Roars in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl; Oft to his sense the sweet paternal voice E'en now in rofy-crowned pleasure's wreath And long-remember'd features thall return; Entwines in adder folds all-unsuspected Deatíı. Then thall his generous breast be new infan'd
Know, on the stealing wing of timc fhall Ace To acts of highest worth and highest fame.
Some few, some short-liv'd years, and all is past; These plaintive strains, from Albion far away, a future bárd these awful domes I lonely meditare at even tide;
Muse o'er the present age, as I the last; Nor skill'd nor studious of the raptur'd lay;
Who moulacring in the grave, yet once like you But still rememb’ring oft the magic sounds,
The various maze of life were seen to tread, Well-measur'd to the chime of Dorian lute,
Each bent their own peculiar to pursue, Or paft'ral stop, which erst I lov’d to hear
As custom urg'd, or wilful nature led : On Ifis' border'd mead, where dips by fits
Mix'd with the various crowd's inglorious clay, The stouping ofier in her hasty stream.
The nobler virtues undistinguish'd lie; Hail, Wolley's spacious Doine! hail, ever fai'd
No more to melt with beauty's heaven-born ray, For faithful nurture, and truth's sacred lore,
No more to wet compassion's tearful cye, Much honour'd parent ! You my dutcous zeal
Catch from the poet raptures not their own, Accept, if haply in thy laureat wreath
And feel the thrilling melody of sweet renown. You deign to interweave this humble song.
Where is the master-hand, whose semblant art
Chisel'd the marble into life, or taught § 345. Dearb. EMILY.
From the well-pencil'd portraiture to Itart
The nerve that beat with foul, the brow that THE feftive roar of laughter, the warm glow Of brisk-eyed joy, and friendship's genial
thought ? bowl,
Cold are the fingers that in stone-fixt trance Wit's season'd converse, and the liberal flow
The mute attention riveting, to the lyre Of unsuspicious youth, profuse of foul,
Struck language : dimm'd the poet's quick-eyed Delight not ever; from the boisterous scene
glance, Of riot far, and Comus' wild uproar,
All in wild raptures flashing heaven's own fire, From folly's crowd, whose vacant brow serene
Shrunk is the finew'd energy, that strung Was never knit to wisdom's frowning lore,
The warrior arm. Where fleeps the patriot
breast Permit me, ye time-hallow'd domes, ye piles Of rude magnificence, your folemn rest,
Whilom that heav'd impaffion'd? where the Ainid your fretted vaults and length’ning aisles tongue Lonely to wander; no unholy guest
That lanc'd its lightning on the tow'ring cret That means to break, with facrilegious tread,
Of sceptred insolence, and overthrew. The marble flumbers of your monumented dead. Giant Oppression, leagued with all her earth-born
crew ? Permit me, with sad musings, that inspire Unlabour'd numbers apt, your silence drcar
These now are past; long, long, ye flecting years, Blameless to wake, and with the Orphean lyre, Ere from the womb of time unwelcome peers
Pursue, with glory wing'd, your fated way, Fitly attemper’d, footh the merciless ear Of Hades, and stern death, whose iron sway
The dawn of that inevitable day, Great nature owns thro' all her wide domain; When wrapt in shrouded clay their warmest friend All that with oary fin cleave their smooth
The widow'd virtues shall again deplcre,
way Through the green bofom of the spawny main;
When o'er his urn in pious grief Ihall bend And those that to the streaming æther spread,
His Britain, and bewail one patriot more ; In many a wheeling glide, their feathery fáil; For foon must thou, too soon! who spread'It abroad And those that creep; and those that statelier tread, Thy beaming emanations unconfin'd, That roam o'er forest, hill, or browly dale ;
Doom'd like some better angel sent of God The victims each of ruthlets fate must fall; To scatter bleflings over huinankind, E'en God's own image, man, high paramount Thou too must fall, o Pitt! to shine no more, of all.
And tread these dreadful paths a Faulkland trod
before. And ye, the young, the giddy, and the gay,
That startle from the îlecpful lid of light Fast to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds The curtain'd rest, and with the dissonant bray Sweep discontinuous o'er th' ethereal plain !
Of Bacchus, and loud jollity, affright Another still upon another crowds; Yon radiant goddess, that now shoots among All haftening downward to their native main. These many-window'd aisles her glimmering Thus passes o'er, thro' varied life's career, beam;
Man's Aeeting age; the Seasons, as they ily, Know, that or ere its farr*d career along Snatch from us in their course, year
year, Thrice thall have roll'd her silver-wheeled team, Some sweet connection, fome endearing tie.
The parent, ever-honour'd, ever-dear, Than tug with sweating toil the Navish oar
Claims from the filial breast the pious sigh; Of unredeem'd allliction, and sustain A brother's urn demands the kindred tear, The fev'rous rage of fierce diseases sore
And gentle sorrows gush from friendship's eye. Unnumber'd, that in sympathetic chain To-day we frolic in the rosy bloom
Hang ever thro' the thick circumfluous air, Of jocund youth--the morrow knells us to the All from the drizzly verge of yonder ftar-girt toib.
fphere. Who knows how soon in this sepulchral spot Thick in the many-beaten road of life
Shall Heaven to me the drear abode allign? A thousand maladies are posted round, How soon the past irrevocable lot
With wretched man to wage eternal ftrife Of these that rest beneath me, shall be mine? Unseen, like ambush'd Indians, till they wound, Haply, when Zephyr to thy native bourn There the swoln hydrop stands, the wat'ry rheum,
Shall waft thce o'er the storm'd Hibernian wave, The northern scurvy, blotch with lep'rous scale; Thy gentle breast, my Tavistock, shall mourn And moping ever in the cloisor'd gloom
To find me sleeping in the senseless grave. Of learned Noth, and bookish asthma pale : No more the social leisure to divide,
And the thunn'd hag unsightly, that (ordain'd In the sweet intercourse of soul and soul, On Europe's sons to wreak the faith less sword Blithe, or of
graver brow; no more to chide Of Cortez, with the blood of millions stain'd) The ling'ring years impatient as they roll, O'er dog-eyed luft the fort'ring fcourge ab, Till all thy cultur'd virtues hall display,
horr'd Full-blossom'd, their bright honours tv the gazing Shakes threat'ning, fince the while the wingid day.
her flight Ah, dearest youth' these you's perhaps unheard From Amazon's broad wave, and Andes' snow, The rude wind scatters o'er the billowy main;
clad height. Thele prayers at friendship's holy thrine preferr'd | Where the wan daughter of the yellow year, May rise to grasp their father's knees in vain.
The chatt'ring ague chill; the writhing ftone; Soon, soon may nod the fad funercal plume
And he of ghaftly feature, on whose car With solemn horror o'ur thy timeless hearse, Unheeded croaks ihc dcath-bird's warning And I survive to grave upon thy tomb
moan, The mournful tribute of memorial verse.
Marusmus; knotty gout; and the dead life That leave to Heaven's decision-50 it thine, Of nerveless pally; there, on pui pofe fell Higher than yet a parent's wishes fiew,
Dark brooding, whets his interdictcd knife To foar in bright pre-eminence, and shine Grim suicide, the damned fiend of hell.
With felf-carn d honours, eager to pursue There too is the stunn'd apoplexy pight", Where glory, with her clear unsullied rays, The bloated child of gorg'dintemperance foul; The well-born Ipirit lights to deeds of nightiest Self-wafting melancholy, black as night howl prailc.
Low'ring; and foaminy fierce with hideous 'Twas she thy godiike Russel's bosom steel'd The dog hydrophoby; and near allied
With confidence untain'd, in his last breath Scar'd madness, with her moun-ftruck eyeballs Stern-liniling. She, with calm compoture, held
staring wide. The patriot axe of Sidncy, edg'd with death.
There, stretch'd one huge, beneath the rocky Smit with the warmth of her impulsive tiame,
minet, Wolf's gallant virtuc flies to worlds afar,
With boilingsulphur fraught, and smouldering Emulous to pluck fresh wreaths of well-earn a He, the dread delegate of wrath divine, [fires: fame
Ere while that stood o'er Taio's hundred spires From the grim frowning brow of laureld war. Vindictive; thrice he wav'd th' earth-shaking ?Twas fhe that, on the morn of direful birth,
wand, Bar'd thy young botom to the f:ital blow,
Powerful as that the son of Amram bore, Lamented Armytage !--the bleeding youth!
Ind thrice he rais’d, and thrice he check d his O bathe him in the pearly caves below,
hand. Ye Nereids ! and ye Nymphs of Camus hoar, Hc struck--the rocking ground, with thunWeep-for ye oft have feen him on your haunted
derous roar, thore.
Yawn'd! Here froin street to street hurries, and Better to die with glory, than recline
there On the soft lap of ignominious peace,
Now runs, now stops, then thricks and scours Than yawn out the dull croning life supine Staring distraction : many a palace fair [amain, In monkidhi apathy and gowned ease.
With millions finks ingulph'd, and pillar'd Better employ'd in honour's bright career
fane. The least division on the dial's round, Old Ocean's farthest waves confess the shock; Than thrice to compass Saturn's live-long year. Sven Albion trembled conscious on his stedfast Grown old in sloth, the burthen of the ground, rock. Placed. + Alluding to the Earthquake at Lisbon, November 1, 1755.
The mcagre famine there, and drunk with blood | No vain researches e’er disturb their rest,
Stern war; and the loath'd monster whom of yore No fears of dark futurity moleft. The fimy Naiad of the Memphian flood Man, only Man, folicitous to know
Engend'ring, to the bright-hair'd Phæbus bore, The fprings whence Nature's operations flow, Foul pestilence, that on the wide-Itretch'd wings Plods thro' a dreary watte with toil and pain,
Of com nerce (peeds from Cairo's (warthy bay And reatons, hopes, and thinks, and lives in vain ; His weitering flight, and thro' the lick air flings For Table Death still hovering o'er his head,
Spotted contagion ; at his hcels dilinav Cuts ihort his progress with his vital thread. And desolation urge their fire-wheel d yoke Wheretor, lince Nature errs not, do we find
Terrible ; as long of old, when from the height These feeds of Science in the human mind, Of Paran came unwreach'd the mightiest, fhook If no congenial fruits are predesign'd? Earth's firm fixt base tottering; chro' the black for what avails to man this pow'r to roam night
[abroad Thro' ages past, and ages yet to come,
Since all mult perish in one common grave,
To sport with Phillis in the noontide shade ?
Tongue-doughty miscreant, who but now didit Great Bacchus, who alone the soul can clear With more than Hebrew rave the innocent lide from all that it has felt, and all that it can fear? Of agonizing mercy, blecding fore
Come on then, let us fcast ; let Chloe sing, Cand thou confront, with Redfait eye unaw'd, And toft Ncæra touch the trembling string;
The fworded judgment talking far and near? Enjoy the present hour, nor seek to know Well mayst thou tremble, when an injur'd God What good or ill to-morrow may bestow. Disclaims thee--guilt is ever quick of fear
But thele delights foon pall upon the taste; Loud whirlwinds howlin zephyr's softest breath, Let's try then if more serious cannot last : And every glancing meteor glares imagin’d dcath. Wealth let us heap on wealth, or fame pursue, The good alone are fearless ; they alone,
Let pow'r and glory be our points in view; Firm and collected in their virtue, brave
In courts, in camps, in fenates let us live, The wreck of worlds, and look unshrinking down Our levees crowded like the buzzing hive:
On the dread yawnings of the rav'nous grave : Each weak attempt the same fad leffon brings ! Tirice happy who, the blimele's road along
Alas! what vanity in human things ! Of honeit praise, hath reach'd the vale of death?
What means then shall we try? where hope to Around him, like miniftrant cherubs, throng
A friendly harbour for the restless mind? (hind His better actions, to the parting breath
Who still, you see, impatient to obtain Singing their blessed requiems; he the while
Knowledge immenfe (fo Nature's laws ordain),
Ev'n now, Gently reposing on some friendly breast,
tho’ fetter'd in corporcal clay, Breathes out his benifons; then with a linile
Climbs step by step the prospect to survey, Of soft complacence lays him down to rest,
And seeks unwearied Truth's eternal ray. Calm as the lumbering infant: from the goal
No fleeting joys she asks which must depend Free and unbounded fies the disembodied soul.
On the frail senses, and with them mutt end; Whether foine delegated charge below, (claim; But such as fuit her own immortal fame, Soine much-lov'd friend its hovering care may
Free from all change, cternally the samne. Whether it heavenward foars, again to know
Take courage then, thcse joys we shall attain; That long-forgotten country whence it came; Nor shall the foul, on which it has bestow'd
Almighty wisdom never acts in vain :
Such pow'rs, e'er perish like an earthly clod ; Thro' speculation's puzzling mazes wild,
But purg'd at length from foulcorruption's stain, And all to end at last where it begun.
Freed from her prison and unbound her chain, Fain would we trace, with reason's erring clue, She thall her native strength and native skies The darksome paths of destiny aright;
To heav'n an old inhabitant return,
And draw nectareous streams from truth's per. From mortal ken himself the Almighty shrouds,
Whilst life remains (if life it can be callid Pavilion'd in thick night and circumambient
T'exift in fethly bondage thus enthrall'd), clouds.
Tir'd with the dull pursuit of worldly things, $ 346. On the Immortality of the Soul. S.JENYNS. The foul scarce wakes, or opes her gladtome Translated from the Latin of Ir. H. Browne. Yet still the godlike exile in dilgrace [wings,
Retains fomne marks of her celestial race; TI all inferior animals 'tis giv'n
Elle whence from mem'ry's store can the produce Tejoy the late allotted them by Heav'n; Such various thoughts, or range them to for utc?
Can matter these contain, dispose, apply? Or Britain, well-deserving equal praise,
Whence is this pow'r, this foundress of all arts, By verse, law, eloquence consign’d to fame;
O'er all superior, like the solar ray, Adjusted properly by legal claims,
First Bacon viher'd in the dawning day, From woods and wilds collected rude mankind, And drove the mists of fophiftry away ; And cities, laws, and governments design'd ? Pervaded nature with amazing force, What can this be, but loine bright ray from heav'n, Following experience still throughout his course ;Some emanation from Omniscience given ? And finishing at length his deftin'd way,
When now the rapid stream of eloquence To Newton he bequeath'd the radiant lamp of day. Bcars all before it, paffion, reason, senie,
Illustrious souls! if any tender cares Can its dread thunder or its lightning's force Affect angelic breasts for Man's aflairs; Derive their eilence from a mortal source ? If, in your present happy heav'nly state, What think you of the bard's enchanting art, You're not regardless quite of Britain's fate, Which, whether he attempts to warm the heart Let this degenerate land again be blest With fabled scenes, or charm the ear with rhyme, With that true vigour which she once possess'd ; Breathes all pathetic, lovely, and sublime ? Compel us to unfold our Numb'ring eyes, Whilst things on earth roll round from age to age, Avd to our ancient dignity to rise. The same dull farce repeated on the stage, Such wondrous pow'rs as these must sure be giv'n The poet gives us a creation new,
For most iinportant purposes by Heav'n; More pleasing and more perfect than the truc ; Who bids these stars as bright examples shine, The mind, who always to perfection hastes, Besprinkled thinly by the hand divine, Perfe£tion such as here she never tastes,
To form to virtue cach degenerate cime,
[known, Hence, without hopes to be in life repaid,
By which we hope our beings to cxtend,
Of life profufe, tenacious of a name, Piles arts on aits, effects to causes ties,
Fearless of dcath, and yet afraid of thame. And rearà th' aspiring fabric to the skies; Nature has wove into the human mind From whence, as on a distant plain below, This anxious care for names we leave behind, She lees from causos consequences flow, T'extend our narrow views beyond the tomb, And the whole chain distinctly comprehends, And give an earnest of a life to come Which from the Almighty's throne to earth de- For if when dead we are but duit or clay, And lastly, turning inwardly her eyes, (scends : Why think of what posterity shall say ? Purceives how all her own ideas rise;
Her praise or censure cannot us concern, Contemplates what she is, and whence the came, Nor ever penetrate the filent urn. And almost comprehends her own amazing frame. What mean the nodding plumes, the fun'ral Can mere machines be with such pow'rs endu'd, train, Or conscious of those pow'rs, suppose they cou'd? And marble monument that speaks in vain, For body is but a machine alone
With all those cares which ev'ry nation pays Mov'd by external force, and impulse not its own. To their unfeeling dead in diff'rent ways!
Rate not th' extension of the human mind Some in the flower-strewn grave the corpfe have By the plebeian standard of mankind,
laid, But by the lize of those gigantic few
And annual obsequies around it paid, Whoin Greece and Rome fill offer to our view, As if to please the poor departed thade; 5