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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 ?
Return’d and wept, and still return'd to weep!
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,
Down, down they fik, and spread a ruin round.
And half the bus'nels of destruction done;
Do thine, fweet Auburn, thine, the loveliest I see the rural virtues leave the land.
Ah, no. To distant climes, a dreary scene, Pafs from the thore, and darken all the strand,
Unfit in thesc degen’rate times of ihame
Thou, fource of all my bliss, and all my roe,
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,
But to the Nilc owes more than to the sky;
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.
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.
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,
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.
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
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.
Thames, the most lov'd of all the ocean's sons Low at his font a spacious plain is plac'd,
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 ;
At once indulgent to his fear and sloth,
Of dogs and mon his wakeful ear does wound:
His winged hcels, and then his armed head;
Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves,