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While pregnant, they a mother's load sustain?
Will the tall reem, which knows no lord but me,
Didst thou from service the wild ass discharge, And break his bonds, and bid him live at large; Through the wide waste, his ample mansion, roam, And lose himself in his unbounded home? By Nature's hand magnificently fed, His meal is on the range of mountains spread; As in pure air aloft he bounds along, He sees in distant smoke the city throng; Conscious of freedom, scorns the smothered train, The threatening driver, and the servile rein.
Survey the warlike horse! didst thou invest With thunder his robust distended chest? No sense of fear his dauntless soul allays, 'Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze: To paw the vale he proudly takes delight, And triumphs in the fulness of his might: High raised, he snuffs the battle from afar, And burns to plunge amid the raging war; And mocks at death, and throws his foam around, And in a storm of fury shakes the ground. How does his firm, his rising heart, advance Full on the brandished sword and shaken lance While his fixed eye-balls meet the dazzling shield, Gaze, and return the lightning of the field l He sinks the sense of pain in generous pride, Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side; But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast, Till death, and when he groans, he groans his last.
But fiereer still, the lordly lion stalks, Grimly majestic in his lonely wtdks: When round he glares, all living ereatures fly; He clears the desart with his rolling eye. Say, mortal, does he rouse at thy command, And roar to thee, and live upon thy hand? Dost thou for him in forests bend thy bow, And to his gloomy den the morsel throw, Where, bent on death, lie hid his tawny brood, And, erouched in dreadful ambush, pant for blood; Or stretehed on broken limbs, consume the day, In darkness wrapt, and slumber o'er their prey?
Providence) has the turn eflect, P). zxix. In so earl; an up to observe these things may slyle our author a naturalist.
By the pale moon they take their destined round,s
Mild is my Behemoth, though large his frame
Al l over proof, and shut against a wound!
His eye drinks Jordan up, when, fired witli
He trusts to turn its current down his throat;
Go to the Nile, and, from its frui.ful side,
Shall pompous banquets swell with such a prize 1 And the bowl journey round his ample size? Or the debating merehant share the prey, And various limits to various marts convey? Through his firm skull what steel its way can win? What foreeful engine can subdue his skin?
• Pursuing thcir prey by night ia true of most wild beasls, .:n:i> iil.uly the lion, Psal. civ. 20. The Arabians have on imong their five hundred names for the hon, which •!f;ninVs the hunter by moonshine.
\ The taking the erocodile Is most difficult kMotlorua K.ivo, hey are not to be taken but by iron nets. When Augustus conquered Egypt, he struck a modal, the imp'• . t which was a erocodlle chained to a palm-tree, wllU thjs Vi Nemo antea rntisamt.
Fly far, and live; tempt not his matehless might;
Atn I a debtor? hast thou ever heard
At full my huge Leviathan shall rise, Boast all his strength, and spread bis wondrous
Who, great in arms, e'er stript his shining mail, Or erowned his triumph with a single scale? Whose heart sustains him to draw near? Behold Destruction yawns ;t his spacious jaws unfold. And, marshalled round the wide expanse, disclose Teeth edged with death, and erowding rows on
What hideous fangs on either side arise!
His bulk is charged with such a furious soul,
"This alludes to a custom of thls ereature, which , > when nted with fish, to come ashore and sleep among the reeds.
'The erocodile's mouth is exceeding wide. When he gapes, •ays Pliny, stt totum os. Martial says to his old woman, Cum comparata Hctibus tuls ora Nili1tcus habet erocodilua augusta.
So that the expression there is harcly Iust.
; This tnois nearer truth than at first view may be imagined. 1 he erocodile, sny the naturalists, lying long under water, and being there forced to hold ia breath, when it emerges, the brcath long repressed ia hot, and bursts out so violently, that it resembles fire and smoke. The horae suppresses not his breath by any means ao long, neither is he ao fierce and animated; yet the must correct of poets venture! to use the same metaphor concerning him,
I'ollectulnque premens volvit sub naribus ignem. Hy thto and the foregoing note, I would caution against a false opimon of the Eastern boldness, from passages la them II1 un
Far round are fatal damps of terror spread,
In vain may death in various shapes invade,
His pastimes like a caldron boil the flood, And blacken ocean with a rising mud; The billows feel him as he works hi s way. His hoary footsteps shine along the sea; The foam high-wrought, with white divides tin
green, And distant sailors point where death has been.
His like earth bears not on her spacious face; Alone in nature stands his dauntless race, For utter ignorance of fear renowned: In wrath he rolls his baleful eye around; Makes every swoln disdainful heart subside, And holds dominion o'er the sons of Pride.
Then the Chaldean eased his labouring breast, With full conviction of his crime oppressed.
"Thou can'st aceomplish all things, Lord of
And every thought is naked to thy sight:
'Htt tytt art ltke the eyeltds of the mortung. I think this gives us as great an image of the thing it would expreei tt can enter the thought of man. It is not Improbable that Um Egyptians Hole their hieroglyphic for the morning, which li the erocodile's eye, from this passage, though no commentator I hare seen mentions it It is easy to conceive how the Egyptians should be both readers and admiren of the wri*IogB of Moses, whom I suppose the author of this poem.
I have observed already that three or four of the > reatnra here deseribed are Egyptian; the two last are notoriously n; they are the river-horse and 'he erocodile, those celebrated inhabitants of the Nile; and on these two it is that our anthor chiefly dwells. It would hare been expected from an amhw more remote from that river than Moms, In a cauUome of erenturei produced to magnify their Creator, to have dwelt on the two largest works of his hand, tix. the elephant snd tht whale. This is so natural an expectation, that some cun> mentaton have rendered behemoth and leviathan the etephM and whale, though the deseriptions in our author will Dot sdmil of it; but Moses being, aa we may well suppose, un^«r u immediate terrorof thehippopotamusanderocodile, frorr. tMr dally mischiefs and ravages around him, it ia ve v aceountuh why he ihould permit them to lake place.
IN TWO PARTS.
AND A POSTSCRIPT.
My aoul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and fatness; when my mouth prataeth thee wilh joyful llp> Pra/mlsUL 1
The days how few, how abort the yean,
They who the longest lease enjoy,
Numbers there are who feel this truth
And am I not to these akin?
Conscious of Nature in decline,
Permit me, Madam! ere to you
One world deceased, another born,
Like Noah they behold,
O'er whose white hairs and furrowed brows
Too many suns have rolled.
Happy the patriareh! he rejoiced
To me this brilliant age appears
And with thern died my joys: the grave
Cruel to spare! condemned to life I
What shall I write? Thalia tell;
A choice of moment high inspire,
Beyond the themes which most admire,
Are themes, which, in a world of wo,
Amidst the storms of life support
0 Resignation! yet unsung,
Beneath life's evening solemn shade
I dedicate my page
To thee, thou safest guard of youth I
All other duties erescents are
How rarely filled! the love divine
A melancholy truth! for know,
The d,stance greatly would deerease
But though full noble a my theme,
The task I dread: dare I to leave
How proud the poet's billows swell 1
What then am I? shall I presume,
When nightingales, when sweetest bards,
Yet write I must; a lady* sues;
But you a stranger will excuse,
The ghost of Grief deceased ascends,
Too well he knows the twisted strings
Those tears you pour his eyes have shed;
But what can heart or nead suggest?
What are we? whence? for what? and whither?
Thought is our armour; 'Tis the mind'*
It plucks the frightful mask from ills,
Affection frail! trained up by Sense,
Thought winds its fond erroneous stream
From daily-dying flowers,
To nourish rich immortal blooms,
In amaranthine bowers:
Whence throngs, in eestacy, look down
All withers here; who most possess
Vain, in its course, life's murm'ring stream;
How wretehed! who, through eruel fate,
Had not the Greek his world mistook,
Of earth's revenue would you state
Since vain all here, all future, vast,
But in lapsed nature rooted deep,
Bids us for ever pains deplore,
From Virtue's rugged path to right,
Vet whilst it chides it speaks of peace,
In earth's dark cot, and in an hoar,
And in delusion great,
And beggar an eternity!
For which, as he was born,
More vjrids than one against it weighed,
As feathers he should scorn.
Say not your loss in triumph leads,
But not deferred your joy so long,
•What are the tears which trickle down
Grief softens hearts, and curbs the will,
Thruugh Time's dark womb, our judgment right,
At variance with our future wish,
The day shall come, and swift of wing,
For mark the path of Providence;
Our hearts are fastened to this world
'Twill sound srvere—yet rest assured
An hour shall come, (you question this)
Hear then, without surprise, a truth,
Esteem you this a paradox 7
To resignation swift he flew;
In her a friend he found;
A friend which blessed him with a smile,
When gasping with his wound.
On earth nought precious is obtained
To real joy we work our way,
In some disaster, some severe
No martyr e'er defied the flames
By stings of life unvexed;
First rose some quarrel with this world,
Then passion for the next
You see then pangs are parent pangs,
The pangs of happy birth;
Pangs, by which only can be born
True happiness on earth.
The peopled earth look all around,
This moment am I deeply stung—
My bold pretence is tried.
When vain man boasts, heaven put s fo proo.'
The vauntings of his pride.
Now need I, Madam! your support.—
"The death of Ml Riel.ardson.