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Where then, ah' where shall poverty reside, Good Heav'n! what sorrows gloom'd that To'fcape the pressure of contiguous pride ?

parting day,
If to foine common's fenceless limits stray'd, That callid them from their native walks away;
He drives his Hock to pick the scanty blade, When the poor exiles, ev'ry plcafure part,
Thofu fenceless fields the fons of wealth divide, Hung round the bow'rs, and fondly look’d their
And ev'n the bare-worn common is denyid.

If to the city sped—What waits him there? And took a long farewell, and with'd in vain
To fee profulion that he must not share; For scats like these beyond the western main !
To fec ten thousand bancful arts combin'd And thudd'ring still to face the distant deep,
To pamper luxury, and thin mankind;

Return’d and wept, and still return'd to weep!
To lee cach joy the fons of pleasure know, The good old fire, the first prepar'd to go
Extorted from his fellow-creature's woc. To new-found worlds, and wept for others woe;
Here, while the counter glitters in brocade, But for himself, in conscious virtue brave,
There the pale artist plies the sickly trade; He only with’d for worlds beyond the grave.
Here, while the proud their long-drawn pomps His lovely daughter, lovelier in hier tears,

The fond companion of his haplois years, There the black gibbet glooms beside the way. Silcat went next, neglectful of her charms, The doinc where pleasure holds her mid-night And left a lover's for her father's arms. reign,

With louder plaints, the mother spoke her woes,
Herc, richly deckt, admits, the gorgeous train; And bleft the cot where ev'ry pleasure rose ;
Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, And kist her thoughtless babes with many a tear,
The rattling charjots clash, the torches glare. And clafpt them close in forrow doubly dear;
Sure, scenes like these po troubles c'er annoy! Whilft her fond husband ftrove to lend relief
Sure, thele denote one univcrtal joy! [eyes In all the filent manliness of grief.
Are these thy serious thoughts ?-Ah, turn thine O, Luxury! thou curft by Heav'n's decree,
Where the poor housclcis thiv'ring female lics! How ill exchang’d are things like these for thcc!
Shc once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, How do thy potions, with insidious joy,
Has wept at tales of innocence distrest; Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy !
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatncis grown,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn; Boast of a fosid vigour not their own.
Now loft to all; her friends, her virtue fled, At ev'ry draught more large and large they grow,
Near her betrayer's doors The lays her head, A bloated mats of rank unwieldy woc;
And, pinch'd with cold, and thrinking from the Till sapp'd their strength, and ev'ry port unsound,

Down, down they fik, and spread a ruin round.
With heavy heart deplores that lucklcís hour, Ev'n now she devastation is begun,
When idly first, ambitious of the town,

And half the bus'nels of destruction done;
She left her wheel and robes of country brown ! Ev'n now, incthinks, as pond'ring here I stand,

Do thine, fweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest I see the rural virtues leave the land.
Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? (train, Down where yon anch’ring vessel spreads the fail
Et 'n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale,
At proud mens doors they ask a little bread! Downward they move, a melancholy band,

Ah, no. To distant climes, a dreary scene, Pafs from the thore, and darken all the strand,
Where half the convex world intrudes between, Contented toil, and hospitable care,
Thro’ torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, And kind counubial tenderncís are there;
Where wild Altama murinurs to their woc. And picty, with withcs plac'd above,
Far diff'rent there from all that charm'd before, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
The various terrors of that horrid fhore; And thou, fivect Poctry, thou loveliest maid,
Those blazing suns, that dart a downward ray, Still first to Ay where fenfual joys invade;
And fiercely shed intolerable day;

Unfit in thesc degen’rate times of ihame
Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame;
But silent bats in drowly clusters cling; Dear charming nymph, negiceted and decry'd,
Those pois'nous ficlds with rank luxuriance My name in crowds, my folitary pride.

Thou, fource of all my bliss, and all my roe,
Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; That found'it me poor at first, and keep'ft me to;
Where at cach ftep the stranger fears to wake Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel,
The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake; Thou, source of ev'ry virtue, fare thee well;
Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prcy, Farewell, and ()! where'er thy voice be try'],
And savayı men, more murd'rous ftill than they; On Torrio's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side,
While oft in whirls the mad tornado Aies, Whether where equinoctial fervours glow,
Mingling the ravag'd landscape with the skics. Or winter wraps the polar world in snow,
Far dif'rent these from ev'ry foriner fccnc, Still let thy voice, prevailing over time,
The cooling brook, the grassy-vested green, Redress the rigours of th'inclement clime;
The breczy covert of the warbling grore, Aid Nighted truth with thy persuasive strain;
That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love. Tcach crring man to fpurn the rage of gain;


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reach him, that states of native strength possest, Our little world, the image of the great, Cho' very poor, may still be very bleit; Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, Chat trade's proud empire haftes to swift decay, Of her own growth hath all that nature craves ; is occan sweeps the labour'd mole away; And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves. Vhile self-dependent pow'r can time defy,

As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,
As rocks resift the billows and the lky.

But to the Nilc owes more than to the sky;
So, what our earth, and what our heav'n, denies,

Our ever-constant friend, the fea, supplies. A Paneg yric to my Lord Protector, of the present Greatness and joint Interest of his free froin the fcorching fun that makes it grow:

The taste of hot Arabia's fpice we know, Highness and this Nation.


Without the worm, in Purhan blks we shine; WHILE with a strong, and yet a gentle, hand, And, without planting, drink of ev'ry vine.

You bridle fa&tion, and our hearts command; i To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ; 'rotcet us from ourselves, and froin the foe, Gold, tho' the heavicít metal, hither livims : Vake us unite, and make us conquer too:

Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow; et partial spirits still aloud complain :

We plough the deep, and reap what others low, Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign : Things of the noblest kind our own foil breeds; Ind own no liberty, but where they may Stout are our inen, and warlike are our steeds: Without controul upon their fellows prey. Rone, tho’ her cayle thro’the world had flow'n,

Could never make this island all her own.
Above the waves as Neptune shew'd his face
To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race,

Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, jo has your Highness, rais'd above the rest, France-conquering Henry, fourith'd; and now Storins of ambition, tosling us, represt.

For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state, [you:

Till Alexander came to urge their fate.
Your drooping country, torn with civil hate,
Restor'd by you, is made a glorious state;

When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd, The seat of empire, where the Irish come,

He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom. Another yet: a world reserv'd for you,

To make more grcat than that he did fubdue. The sea's our own: and now all nations greet, With bending fails, each vessel of our feet :

He safely might old troops to battle Icad,

Against th'unwarlıke Perfian and the Mede; Your pow'r extends as far as winds can blow, Or swelling fails upon the globe may go.

Whose hafty flight did, from a bloodless field,

More spoils than honour to the victor yicld. Heav'n (that hath plac'd this island to give law, To balance Europe, and her states to awe)

A race unconquerd, by their climc made bold,

The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold, In this conjunction doth on Britain smile;

Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, The greatest leader, and the greatest ille!

Been from all ages kept for you to tame. Whether this portion of the world was rent

Whom the old Roman wall so ill confind, By the rude ocean from the continent,

With a new chain of garrisons you bind: Or thus created ; it was sure design'd

Here foreigngold no more shall make thein come; To be the sacred refuge of mankind.

Our Englith iron holds them fast at home. Hither th'oppressed shall henceforth resort, They, that henceforth must be content to know Justice to crave, and succour, at your court: No warmer region than their hills of snow, And then your Highness, not for ours aione, May blame the fun; but must extol your grace, But for the world's Protector shall be known.

Which in our senate hath allow'd them place. Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flics Preferr'd by conquest, happily o’erthrown, Thro' ev'ry land that near the ocean lies, Falling they rife, to be with us made one: Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news So kind Dictators made, when they came home, To all that piracy and rapine use.

Their vanquilh'd foes free citizens of Rome. With such a chief the meanest nation blest, Like favour find the Irish, with like fate, Might hope to lift her head above the rest : Advanc'd to be a portion of our state : What may be thought impollible to do While by your valour, and your bounteous mind, By us, embraced by the sea and you;

Nations divided by the sea are join'd. Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we Holland, to gain your friendihip, is content Whole forests send to reign upon the sea; To be our out-guard on the Continent : And ev'ry coast may trouble, or relieve; She from her fellow-provinces would go, But none can visit us without your leave. Rather than hazard to have you her foc. Angels and we have this prerogative,

In our iaie fight, when cannons did diffufc, That none can at our happy seats arrive ; Preventing posts, the terror and the news, While we descend at pleasure, to invade Our neighbour-princes trembled at their roar: The bad with rengeance, and the good to aid. But our conjunction makes thein tremble more.



hid in peace

Your never-failing sword made war to cease; So, when a lion shakes his dreadful manc,
And now you heal us with the acts of peace: And angry grows, if he that first took ma:)
Our ininds with bounty and with awe engage, To taine his youth, approach the laughe: ,
Invite affcction, and refirain our rage.

He benis to him, but frigits an ay the rest. Lefs pleasure take brave minds in battles won, As the vex'd world, to find repote, at luft Than in reftoring such as are undone :

Itfolf into Auguftus' arms did caft, Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear; So England now does, with like toil oppreft, But man alone can whom he corquers spare.

Her weary


upon your botom reli. To pardon, willing; and to punish, Inti; Then let the Muses, with such notes as these, You strike with one hand, but you with both. Inftru&t us what belongs unto our peace! Lifting up all that protirate lie, you grieve Your battles they hereafter thall indite, You cannot make the dead again to live. And draw the image of our Mars in fight; When fate or error had our age milled, Tell of towns storm'd, of armies over-run, And o'er this nation fuch contusion fpread, And mighty kingdoms by your conduct wod; The only cure which could from heav’n come How, while you thunderd, clouds of dust did Was fo much pow'r and piety in one! (down,

choak One! whose extracion from an ancient line

Contending troops, and seas lay hid in finoke. Gives hope again that well-born men may fine. Illuftrious acts high raptures do infuse, 'The meancft, in your nature mild and good ; And ev'ry conqueror crcates a Mule: The noble, rest secured in your blood.

Here in low ftrains your milder deeds we forg;

But there, my Lord! we'll bays and olive bring Oft have we wonder'd, hour you A mind proportion 'd to such things as these; To crown your heal: while you in triumph nde How such a ruling (p'rit you could reftrain, O’er vanquilh'd nations, and the sea betide: And practise fint o'er yourself to reign.

While all your neighbour-princes unto you, Your private life did a just pattern give,

Like Jotepl’s fheaves, pay reverence and buw, How fathers, husbands, rious fons, thould live: Born to cornmand, your princely virtues flept,

§ 23. Cooper's HII. DENHAM. Like humble David's, while the fock he kept. But when your troubled country call'd you forth, STRE there are pocts which did never dreaa

Upon Parnafsus, nor did taste the fiream Your Haming courage and vour matchalets worth, of Helicon; we therefore may suppose Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend, Thote nade not poets, but the potts those. To serce contention gave a prosp'rous end. And as courts make not kings,but kings the court, Still as you rise, the fiare, exalted too,

So, where the Mules and their train refort, Finds no diftemper while 'tis chang'd by you;

Parnassus lands; if I can be to thee Chang'd like the world's great scene ! 'when, A poet, thou Parnaffus ait to me. without noite,

Nor wonder, if (advantag'd in my Aight, The rising fun night's vulgar lights destroys.

By taking wing from thy aufpicious height)

Thro' untrac'd says and airy paths I tv, Had you, fome ages past, this race of g!ory Run, ivith amazement we thould read your story: Mseve, which fu ift as thought contract the space

More boundless in my fancy than my eie: But living virtue, all archievements part,

That lies between, and first falutes the place Nicets envy full, to grapple with at last.

Crown'o with that sacred pile, fo vast, lo high, "This Cæsar found : and that ungrateful age, Thai, u hether 'tis a part of earth or sky, With losing him, uent back to blood ard rasse : Uncertain feems, and may be thought a proud Miltaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,

Aipiring mountain, or descending cloud, But cut the bond of union with that firoke.

l'aul's the late theme of such a Mule * whose filgra That fun once fet, a thonfand incaner stars Hlas bravely reach'd, and foar'd above thyhcete. Gave a dim light to violence and wars:

Now thalt thou stand, tho' sword, or time, or dire, To fuch a tempeit ds now threatens a!!, Or zeal, more fierce than thev, the fall company Did not your miglity arın prevent the fail.

Secure, is hilft thee the bett of poets fings, If Rome's great senatc could not r: cld that tivord, I preferred from ruin by- the best of kings. Wirich of the conqucrd world had made their linder his proud turvey the city lies,

And, like a mist, beneath a hill doth rife;

[new, What hope bad ours, while yet their pow'r was

Whose ftate and wealth, the businets and is To rule victo -jous armies, but by you?


Seems at this distance but a darker cloud: You! that had taught them to subdue their foes, And is, to him, who rightly things efteams, Could order touch, and their high sprits com- No otlier in effect than what it fecmis : To ev'ry duty could their minds engage, [pose: Where, with like hafte, tho' several ways there Provokė their courage and cominand their rage. Some to undo, and tome to be undone ; [rea,

* Mr. Waller.

While luxury and wealth, like war and peace,

That blood which thou and thy great gran:)fire Are each the other's ruin and increase ;

And all that liuce ihele titer naciois bled, whet, As rivers lost in seas, foine fecret vein

Had been untpilt, and happy Edward known Thence reconveys, there to be lost again. That all the stood he spilt had been his own. Oh happiness of livett retir'd content !

When he thai patron chole, in whom are join'd To be at once secure, and innocent.

Soldier m. nartyr, and his arms confin'd
Windfor the next(ivhere Mars with Venus dwells, Within the azure circle, he did seemn
Beaury with strength) above the valley swells But to foretel, and prophesy of him,'
Into my cye, and doth itself present

Who to his realıns that azure round hath join'd, With such an caly and unforc'd afcent,

Which Nature for their bound at first defign’d; Inu no ftupendous precipice denies

That bound which to the world's extremeit ends, Access, no horror turas away our eyes : Endl is ittelf, its liquid arins extends. But such a rile as doth at once invite

Nor doth he need thofe emblems which we paint, A pleasure and a rev’rence from the fight. But is humfulf the soldier and the saint. Thy mighty master's emblem, in whole face Here should my wonder diveli,and here my praise; Sat meekness, heighten'd with majestic grace;

But my fix'd thoughts iny wand'ring eye betrays, Such seems thy gentle height, made only proud Viewing a neighb’ring hill, whole top of late To be the basis of that pompous load,

A chapel crown'd, till in the coininon fate Than which, a nobler weight no mountain bears, Th’adjoining abbey fell : (inay no such storm But Atlas only which supports the spheres. Fali on our times, where ruin iuft reform !) When Nature's hand this ground did thus advance, Tell me, my Mufe, what monstrous dire offence, 'Twas guided by a wiser pow'r than Chance ; What criine, could any Christian king incense Mark'd out for such an ule, as if 'twere meant To such a rage? Was't luxury, or lufi? T'invite the builder, and his choice prevent. l'as he fo tenperate, fo chatte, 5 juft: (more: Nor can we call it choice, when what we chuse, Here these ticir crimes: They werchison much Folly or blinde's oniy could refuse.

But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor; A crown of such maicitic tow'rs doth grace Who, having spent the treasures of his crown, The gods great mother, when her heav'nly race Condanns their luxury to fied his own. Do homage to her, yet the cannot boast And yet this act, to varnish o'ır the ihane Ainong that num'rous and celestial hoit, Of facrilege, must bear Deration's name. More heroes than can Windfor; nor doth Fame's No crime fo bold, but would be undeiftood Immortal book record more nobde names. A real, or at least a seeming good : Not to look back to far, to whom this ifle Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, Owes the first glory of fo brave a pile,

And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame : Whether to Cæsar, Albanact, or Brute, Thus he the church at once protects, and spoils : The British Arthur, or the Danish Cnute But princes fiords are Harper than their stylesa (Though this of old no less contest did move, And thus to th’ages past he makes amends; Than when for Homer's birth seven cities strove; Their charity deitroys, their faith defends. Like him in birth, thou should'st belike in fame, Then did religion in a lazy cell, As thine his fate, if mine had been his flame); In einpty, airy conteır.plations divell ; But whosoe'er it was, Nature design'd

And, like the block, uninoved lay: but ours, First a brave place, and then as brave a mind. As much too active, like the stork, devours. Not to rccount those sev'ral kings, to whom Is there no tenperate region can be known It gave a cradle, or to whom a tomb;

Betwixt their frigid and our torrid zone ? But thee, great Edward *, and thy greater son Could we not wake from that lethargic dream, (The libes which his father wore he won)

But to be restless in a worse extreine And thy Bellona †, who the confort came

And for that lethargy was there no cure, Not only to thy bed, but to thy fame,

But to be cast into a calenture ? She to thy triuinph led one captive king :, Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance. And brought that fon, which did the second | bring. So far, to make us with for ignorance ; Then didit thou found that order (whether love And rather in the dark to grope our way, Or victory thy royal thoughts did more) Than led by a faise guide io err by day Each was a noble cause, and nothing less Who sees these dismal heaps, but would demand Than the defign has been the great success; What barbarous invader fack'd the land? Which foreign kings and emperors esteem But when he hears, no Goth, no Turk did bring The second honor to their diadem.

This defolation, but a Christian king; Had thy great destiny but giv’n thee skill When nothing, but the name of zeal, appears To know, as well as pow'r to act her will, 'Twixt our best actions and the worst of theirs ; That from those kings, who then thy captives What does he think our facrilege would Ipare, In after-times should spring a royal pair, [ivere, When fuch the Acts of our devotions are : Who should possess all that thy mighty pow'r, Parting from thence 'twixiinger, shame, and fear, Or thy desires more mighty, did devour : Thofe for what's patt, and his forwhat's tooncar, To whoin their better fate reserves whate'er My eve, defcending from the hill, survevs The victor hopes for, or the vanquish'd fear ; Where Thames among the wanton vallies strays. • Edward III. and the Black Prince. + Queen Phili;pa. # The kiogs of France and Scotland.



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Thames, the most lov'd of all the ocean's sons Low at his font a spacious plain is plac'd,
By his old fire, to his embraces runs;

Between the mountain and the stream embrac'd; Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea,

Which shade and shelter from the hill derives, Like mortal life to meet eternity.

While the kind river wealth and beauty gives ;
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 Greck or British bard
Scarch not his bottom, but survey his thore; Beheld of old, what stories had we heard
O'er which he kindly spreads his spacious wing, Of fairics, satyrs, and the nymphs their dames,
And hatches plenty for th’entuing spring. Their feasts, their revels, and their am'rous flames
Nor then deftroys it with too fond a stay, 'Tis still the faine, altho' their airy shape
Like mothers who their intants overlay. All but a quick poctic fight escape.
Nor with a sudden and impetuous ware, There Faunus and Sylvanus kecp their courts,
Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave. And thither all the horned hoft resorts
No unexpected inundations spoil (toil : To graze the ranker mead, that noble herd,
The mower's hopes, nor mock the plowman's On whose sublime and thady fronts is rear'd
But god-like his unweary'd bounty Rows: Nature's great matter-piece; to thew how soon
First loves to do, then loves the good he does. Great things are inade, but sooner are undone,
Nor are his blessings to his banks confin’d, Here have I seen the king, when great attairs
But tree and common, as the sea or wind; Gave Icave to lacken and unbend his cares,
When he, to boast or to disperte his stores Attended to the chace by all the flow'r
Full of the tributes of his grateful Mores, Of youth, whose hopes a nobler prey

Visits the world, and in his flying tow'rs Pleafure with praise, and danger they would buy,
Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; And with a foe that would not only fly.
Finds wealth where 'ris, bestows it where it wants, | The stag, now conicious of his fatal growth,
Cities in derarts, wood in cities plants.

At once indulgent to his fear and sloth,
So that to us, no thing no place is strange, To fome dark covert his retreat had made,
While his fair botom is the world's exchange. Where nor man's evc, nor Heav'n's should invade
O could I How like thee, and make thy stream His loft repose; when th’unexpected sound
My great example, as it is my theme !

Of dogs and mon his wakeful ear does wound:
Tho' decp, vet clear; tho’ gentle, yet not dull; Rouz'd with the noise, he scarce believes his ear,
Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full. Willing to think th'illusions of his fcar
Heav'n her Eridanus no more shall boast, Had giv’n this false aların; but streight his view
Whose fame in thine, like letler current, 's loft; Confirms, that more than all he fears is true.
Thy nobler streams thall visit Jove's abodes, Betray'd in all his firengths, the wood belet;
To shine among the stars*, and bathe the gods. All inftruments, all arts of ruin met:
Here nature, whether more intent to please He calls to mind his firength, and then his speed,
Us for herself, with Itrange varicties,

His winged hcels, and then his armed head;
(For things of wonder give no less delight With thele t'avoid, with that his fatc to meet :
To the wife Maker's, than beholder's light, But fear prevails, and bids him trust his feet.
Tho' these delights from lev'ral caufes move; So fast he Hies, that his revicwing eyc
For fo our children, thus our friends we love) Has lost the chacers, and his car the cry;
Wisely the knew, the harmony of things, Exulting, till he finds their nobler sense
As well as that of funds, from discord springs. Their dilproportion'd speed doth recompense;
Such was the discord which did first disperse Then curtes his conspiring feet, whose licent
Form, order, beauti', thro’ the universe; Betrays that safety which their fiviftness lent.
While dryness moisture, coldness heat refifts, Then tries his friends; among the baler herd,
All that we have, and that we are, lublisis. Where he fo lately was obey'd and fear'd,
While the ftcep horrid roughness of the wood His fafety feeks: the herd, unkindly wise,
Strives with the gentle calmnets of the food. Or chaces him from thence, or from him flies,
Such huge extremes, when nature doth unite, Like a declining starcsuan, left forlorn
Wonder from hence results, from thence delight. To his friends pity, and pursuers scorn,
The stream is for transparent, pure, and clear, With thame remembers, while himself was one
That had the self-enamour'd youth gaz'd here, Of the fainc herd, himself the same had done.
So fatally deceiv'd he had not been,

Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves,
While he the bottom, not his face had seen. The focncs of his past triumphs and his loves;
But his proud head the airy mountain hides Sadly surveving where he rang'd alone,
Among the clouds ; his shoulders and his fides Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own;
A Mady mantle clothes; his curled brows And, like a bold knight-errant, did proclaiin
Frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows; Combat to all, and bore away the damc ;
While winds and storms his loftv forchcad beat : And taught the woods to echo to the stream
The common fate of all that's high or grcat. His dreadful challenge and his clathing beam.

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