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 THE 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 AS POETRY in general, and particularly 
 Rhyme, is, of all others, that fpecies of wri- 
 ting which lies mod open to criticifm ; a few ble- 
 mifhes (which are fometimes to be found even in 
 the mod correct pieces) will be eafily pardoned by 
 a good-natured reader. Horace's rule in this cafe, 
 is an admirable one : 
 
 Verum ubi plura nitent in carmine ; non ego paucis 
 Offendar maculis, quas aut incuriafudit, 
 Aut humana parum cavil natura. 
 
 This will, I am perfuaded, be allowed, if it is con- 
 fidered, that an improper allegory, a long period, a 
 forced expreflion, nay a word and even a found too 
 often repeated, is fufficient (at leaft with fome peo- 
 ple) to fpoil the beautv of a poem. Reafon decides 
 principally on the merit of other productions ; but, 
 in this, one mufl endeavour to pleafe both the judg- 
 ment and the ear. The former are perhaps com- 
 pofed only for a few fpeculative men, who are un- 
 fafhionable enough to read for induction : but the 
 latter is univerfally perufed ; and it is ten to one, but 
 every Reader is, or at leaft will pretend to be, a 
 Critic. A compofkion of this laft kind, is, like a 
 
 B 3 piece
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 piece of fine painting, in which the parts mufl be 
 adjufled with the niceft propriety; the colouring 
 lively, but delicately blended; and one difpropor- 
 tioned feature, is enough to make the whole ridi- 
 culous. 
 
 If then we ought to make fuch ample allowances 
 for a poem, when it is compofed on trivial fubje&s, 
 and is addrefTed only to the imagination, how much 
 farther mould thofe be extended, when its great aim 
 is to touch the heart ! The difficulty of fuch an 
 undertaking, is certainly a powerful advocate in its 
 favour ; but the defign itfclf, to a pious mind, mufl 
 neceiTarily be an irrefiflible one. 
 
 The human heart, like a citadel furrounded with 
 almofl inacceffible bulwarks, mufl (ere one can 
 obtain accefs to it) be attacked with the firmefr. 
 intrepidity ; the feveral avenues that lead to it dif- 
 covered, and numberlefs accidents furmounted in 
 the way. A man mufl rouze the confciencc> alarm 
 the paffions, captivate the imagination, and interell 
 the judgment. There is perhaps no fubjecl:, that 
 affords a nobler fund of materials for effectuating 
 fuch an end, than the general coriflagration : a fub- 
 jecl, attended with this remarkable advantage* 
 (which, by the bye, is peculiar to Divine Poetry), 
 
 that
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 that the moft elevated idea we can form of it, will 
 fall infinitely fhort of reality. What exprefiion can 
 paint with adequate emphafis the folemnities of this 
 tremendous fcene ! when the laft trumpet fhall pro- 
 claim, with a found dreadfully audible, Awake 
 
 YE DEAD AND COME TO JUDGMENT! 
 
 when miriads (hall burft from their once peaceful 
 repofitories, and hear an irrevocable fentence pror 
 nounced by their Creator! when " a mighty 
 angel (to ufe the language of infpiration), mall lift 
 up his hand to heaven, and fwear by him that liveth 
 for ever and ever, that there fhall be time no 
 longer:" when the great Saviour of men " mall 
 be it^w coming in the clouds," furrounded with a 
 triumphant company of fuperior intelligences, " and 
 heaven and earth fly away before him !" Then only 
 fhall we know this tranfaffion, when we make a 
 part of the concourfe; then only fhall we form jufl 
 conceptions of this almighty Judge, when we are 
 fummoned to his tribunal ! 
 
 As the following is one of the nrft elfays of early 
 youth *, an impartial account of my defign is the 
 belt excufe I can make for it. 
 
 B 4 Though, 
 
 * The Poem was fimfhed at firft before the Author was feventeen.
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 Though, in the ancient poets, we may fometimes 
 meet with a few random thoughts, and undigefted 
 draughts of the day of judgment ; it will yet, I pre- 
 fume, be allowed, that the moft elegant, beautiful 
 and particular detail of it, is contained in the/acred 
 writings. The feveral circumftances are there ex- 
 hibited, in a manner fo fuited to the majefty of the 
 fubjecl, that (fetting afide their infpi ration,) the 
 glowing imagery which heightens their defcriptions, 
 and their graceful fimplicity, both in expreflion and 
 ientiment, muft be admired by every man of tafte. 
 I have endeavoured to mow the juftice of this ob- 
 fervation, in the following attempt, by pointing out 
 a few paflages, which appeared remarkable to me 
 for peculiar delicacy; and beauties, which I will 
 venture to call inimitably fine : a defign, that (fo 
 far as I know) has not yet been fully executed by 
 any writer; tho' the late ingenious Mr. Philips 
 intended to have done it, had not death prevented 
 him. 
 
 The beft method I could recoiled for adjufting 
 the fuccefhve incidents, is that I have fixed on, and 
 purfued. 
 
 Though one may be flruck with an uncommon 
 thought, or judicious reflection ; it is yet certain, 
 
 that
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 that our imaginations are generally warmed, and 
 the paffions rife in proportion to our opinion of the 
 perfons who tell us a flory, and of the affors who 
 are interefted in it. Upon this principle, I cannot 
 help thinking, that my fubjecl: appears with more 
 advantage, when the author is fuppofed a witnefs 
 to every thing that paries, and is conducted through 
 the whole by a heavenly guide, than it could poffibly 
 have done in a flmple narration, however fmooth in 
 diction, or animated in fentiment. 
 
 After all, if any one mould think that a dream 
 is no proper medium for illunrating the mod awful, 
 and to men the moit interelKng fcene that can be 
 imagined ; I deiire him either to fix on a better, or 
 perufe (if he pleafes) the ivth chapter of Job, where 
 he will find the moil important truths communicated 
 to Etiphaz in a iimilar form. 
 
 If I might recommend the few meets I have wrote 
 on this fubjecl: for any thing, it is their defign ; and 
 this, I am perfuaded, with a pious or judicious reader, 
 will go a great way to excufe their blemifhes. If, 
 however, they mould excite fome fuperior genius to 
 attempt the theme, and defcribe it to better purpofe, 
 I mail not only be fatisfied, but even 
 
 ■ ■' g 'ory in the work I did not --write. Univ. Paf. Sat. II". 
 
 THE
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 The Day of JUDGMENT. A Poem, 
 
 Book I. «* — — Page 1 1 
 Book II. — — _ 40 
 
 ODES, &c. 
 
 To Melancholy — — 69 
 To the Genius of Shakespear — 75 
 
 To Time - — — g^ 
 
 To Sleep — — oj 
 
 To Evening — — . — . gy 
 
 To Innocence — * — . JO a 
 
 109 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 The 1 dfith Psalm paraphrafed — 
 
 Verses to a Lady, with Voltaire's) 
 
 Temple of Tafte \ ~~ 1I4 
 
 A Town Eclogue 
 
 Jupiter and the Clown. A Fable — I24 
 An Elegy on the Death of a Linnet — 133 
 An Evening Piece — l% ^ 
 
 4 r*
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 ToMifs with a Flower — — 139 
 
 Sappho's Ode to Venus tranjlated — — 141 
 
 To the Memory of Mrs. — — . 143 
 
 To the Memory of Mr. H*** M***. An Elegy 148 
 To the Memory of the late pious and! 
 injenious Mr. Hervey — J 
 The Third Chapter o/'Habakkuk paraphrafed 158 
 
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 DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 BOOK I. 
 
 Circiimfpice zitrumque, 
 
 Fumat uterqiie polus. Ovid. Metam. 
 
 COME, heav'nly mufe, my raptur'd foul infpire, 
 Touch with one beam of thy celeftial fire, 
 A foul, that rifing with fublime delight 
 Leaves worlds behind in its aerial flight ; 
 Mounts o'er the fkies, unufual heights to foar, 5 
 Where Young and angels only flew before. 
 
 I leave unheeded ev'ry mortal care, 
 The victor's pomp, and all the fcenes of war : 
 A nobler aim invites my fong to rife : 
 No praife I fing, but his who form'd the fkies : 10 
 No fcenes, but Nature's burning vaults difplay'd ; 
 No pow'r, but that which wakes the fleeping dead. 
 My theme how vaft ! The fun's extinguifli'd rays -, 
 Ten thoufand (tars in one devouring blaze; 
 
 That
 
 12 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 That doom, the guilty wretch mud dread to hear ; 1 5 
 The laft loud trump that flops the rolling fphere ; 
 The crouds that burft from earth's diffolving frame; 
 All Heaven defcending, and a World on flame. 
 
 O Thou, whofe hands the bolted thunder form, 
 Whofe wings the whirlwind *, and whofe breath 
 the florin : 20 
 
 Tremendous GOD! this wond 'ring bofom raife, 
 
 And warm each thought that would attempt thy 
 
 praife. 
 O ! while I mount along th' etherial way, 
 To fofter regions, and unclouded day, 
 Pafs the long tracks where darting lightnings glow, 25 
 Or trembling view the boiling deeps below ; 
 Lead thro' the dubious maze, direct the whole, 
 Lend heav'nly aid to my tranfported foul, 
 Teach ev'ry nobler power to guide my tongue, 
 And touch the heart, while thouinfpir'ft. thefong. 30 
 
 *Twas 
 
 • Wbofe wings theivhirlwind, &c] the regions of fpace ; — an element, 
 
 How inimitably beautiful is the of whofe fwiftnefs the human mind 
 
 Pfalmift's defcription of the Deity, can fcare form an idea, is yet a ve-. 
 
 (Pf. civ. 3. where he is faid " to hide fo infinitely difproportioned 
 
 " <wallt on the wings of the wind !" to its Creator, that he only walks 
 
 An clement which, with the rapi- on [^ s impetuous wings, 
 city of thought, dam away through
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. i 3 
 
 Twas at the hour, when midnight Ghofts aflume 
 Some frightful fhape, and fweep along the gloom; 
 When the pale Spectre burfts upon the view 3 
 When Fancy paints the fading taper blue ; 
 When fmiling Virtue refts, nor dreads a foe ; 35 
 
 And Slumber fhuts the Weeping eyes of Woe : 
 'Twas then, amid the filence of the night, 
 A graceful Seraph ftood before my fight, 
 And blaz'd meridian day, — the rocking ground 
 Flam'd as he mov'd, and totter'd as he frown'd. 40 
 As fome vail: meteor, whofe expanded glare 
 Shoots a long ftream that brightens all the air, 
 So flam'd his burning eyes : — earth heard and fhook 
 When from his lips thefe dreadful accents broke : 
 
 " Nowisthathour, when at th' Almighty's call, 45 
 " Surrounding flames mall melt the yielding ball; 
 " When worlds mufl blaze amid the general fire, 
 «' And funs and ftars with all their hods expire. 
 <( The long-delay 'd, th' important day is come, 
 " (All nature quake with terror at the doom.) 50 
 ** For which creation rofe fupremely fair, 
 " Each world was launch'd, and hung upon the air, 
 *' O'er fyflem fyftem roll'd, a mining throng, 
 " And mov'd in filent harmony along. 
 
 " That
 
 i 4 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 " That hour is come, when GOD himfelf fhall rife, 
 
 •' Sublime in wrath, and rend the burning fides ; 56 
 
 u Arreft the boundleTs planets,' as they roll, 
 
 " And burft the labouring earth from pole to pole; 
 
 u Bid hell's remote dominions hear and (hake, 
 
 u While Nature finks, and all the dead awake." 60 
 
 Warm'd as he fpoke, I felt th' enliv'ning ray; 
 Then loos'd from earth, triumphing foar'd away : 
 We mount at once, and, lighter than the wind, 
 Left, as we flew, the diftant clouds behind. 
 Then far remov'd beheld th' abodes below, 6$ 
 
 And wait in deep fufpenfe th' impending blow. 
 
 Now o'er the brightning eaft Aurora fpread, 
 And ting'd the bluihing cloud with morning red ; 
 The hill's proud fummit caught the waving gleam : 
 The pale ray trembled on the quiv'ring ftream ; 70 
 Then opening gradual from the (hades of night 
 The cloud- topt foreft ihone with dawning light, 
 Serene the beauteous landfcape rofe to view, 
 The mead's green mantle wet with fpangling dew, 
 The gay-rob'd flow'rs that glow'd with heighten'd 
 bloom, j 5 
 
 And bow'ring dales, and groves that breath'd perfume. 
 
 So
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. l$ 
 
 So when the Tempefl's fweepy blaft is o'er, 
 Nor burfts the rufhing wind, nor prattling fhow'r: 
 No hov'ring mift obfcures th' emerging day, 
 Wide o'er the profpecT: pours the ftreamy ray ; So 
 A frefTier cloud the dewy fields exhale, 
 With richer fragrance blows the balmy gale, 
 The echoing hills with louder notes rebound, 
 And all th' illumin'd landfcape rings around. 
 Charm'd and furpriz'd we faw the fair abode, 8$ 
 
 The plains with beauty's flow'ry offspring ftrow'd, 
 Beheld the city's diftant fpires arife, 
 Or tow'r's dim top that touch'd the bending fkies; 
 Or view'd the wild, with tracklefs paths o'ercaft, 
 Where roams the lion thro' the naked wafte; 90 
 Or penlive, ey'd the folitary pile 
 Where flits the night-bird thro the glimm'ring ifle : 
 Struck deep with woe, we mark'd the domes o'er- 
 
 thrown 
 Where once the Beauty bloom'd, the Warrior fhone - r 
 We faw Palmyra's mould'ring tow'rs decay 'd, 95 
 The loofe wall tott'ring o'er the trembling (hade ! 
 Or fall'n Perfepolis that defert lay ! 
 Or Balbec's fanes that catch'd the quiv'ring ray ! 
 Vain pomp of pow'r ! — now in the throne of kings 
 Shrieks the 'lone owl, the raven makes her wings. 100 
 
 Then
 
 i6 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Then o'er the boundlefs deeps our eyes were roll'd, 
 The waves all brightning flam'd with beamy gold. 
 Here mov'd in gradual rows the billows heave, 
 There on the rongh rock foams the madning wave, 
 Or dafh the torrents down the clifFs freep fide, io^k 
 Or thro' the cavern fweepsthe rulhing tide; 
 We mark'd the river's long majefUc train, 
 And ftreams that murmur'd o'er the flow'ry plain, 
 The lake whofe waves with lucid radiance glow, 
 Not finer tints imprefs the fhow'ry bow, i jo 
 
 The fountain bubbling thro' the mofs-clad hill, 
 And wand'ring wild the fweetly- tinkling rill. 
 
 Then o'er the champain's broider'd lawns we flray, 
 Where gaily warbling thrill'd the wood-land lay, 
 Survey 'd with rapture all th' inviting fcene, 115 
 
 The vary'd landfcape, and the vivid green j 
 A charming train of all the mufes themes, 
 Gay meads, and pointed rocks, and purling ftreams ; 
 Hills, vales, and woods in fweet diforder fpread, 
 And blooming fields in all their pomp difplay'd. 120 
 Still at each look, (amid the countlefs ftore) 
 We mark'd fome feature unobferv'd before ; 
 As in the cheek with opening rofes warm, 
 Each piercing glance improves the growing charm. 
 
 Then
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 17 
 
 Then fighing deep, diftracted at the view, 125 
 " Adieu, I cry'd, ye blifsful fcenes adieu: 
 " That Sun muft ceafe to gild the flow'ry plain : 
 «' The Moon be loft with all the ftarry train : 
 «' Plung'd in one fire, each mighty frame confume, 
 *« Tis God, th' Eternal God has feal'd their doom." 
 
 Lo ! at the word (each tranfient ray withdrawn) 
 A low'ring cloud at once o'ercaft the dawn: 132 
 From its dark breaft, with fwelling tempefts ftor'd ; 
 Pale lightning flafh'd, and dreadful thunder roar'd. 
 Earth's glowing bofom felt a fudden wound, 135 
 And ftrong convulfions rent the opening ground ; 
 The rapid Whirlwind with impetuous fweep 
 Burfts from its vaults, and rais'd the labouring deep ; 
 Rocks, cities, ftreams at once its wond'rous prey, 
 It fwept the woods, and bore the hills away. 140 
 Thus, when Olympus {hook with loud alarms, 
 * When all th' angelick holts appear' d in arms, 
 Each adverfe legion flood unmov'd with fear, 
 Each God-like Cherub wav'd a flaming fpear ; 
 Hills, forefls, rocks their mutual rage fupply, 1 4.5 
 They flung th' enormous mountains thro' the fky, 
 From the deep earth th' exalted cedars tore, 
 And buried Nature in the wild uproar, 
 
 C Bur 
 
 * IVhtn all th 1 angelic hojls, &c] See Milton's battle of the angels. 
 Book VI.
 
 18 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 But now, with terror rifing on the fight, 
 * A burning Comet flam'd unufual light. 150 
 
 Quick, as the wind, the wing'd deflruction came 
 O'er all the void, and drew a length of flame; 
 Shap'd thro' the parting clouds its dreadful way, 
 And pour'd on earth intolerable day. 
 At once the cave its inmoft void difplays ; 155 
 
 The waving forefts catch the fpreading blaze ; 
 The earth no more its central fire contains, 
 It rag'd and fwell'd refifllcfs o'er the plains. 
 
 Now in a broader range the deluge raves, 
 And rolls triumphant thro' the boiling waves ; 1 60 
 O'er all the hills the rifing flames afpire, 
 The Mountains blaze, a mighty ridge of fire! 
 Whereftood the fnow-crown'd Alps, (anawfulname!) 
 Now roll'd the doubling fmoke, and fpiry flame ; 
 
 While 
 
 * A lurmng comet, &c] That all parts of the comets themfelves, 
 
 the general conflagration will be and then making off to that which 
 
 effected by the near approach of a is oppofite to the fun. It would 
 
 comet to the fun, is at leaft a pro- fcem reafonable from this to con- 
 
 bable fuppofition ; and probability, elude, that the conflagration mull 
 
 in a fubjeft of this kind, is the neceffarily be a confequence of fup- 
 
 utmoft that can be expe£teJ. The pofing the earth involved in this 
 
 atmofphercof thofcirregularbodies, atmofphere, if we take in the pro- 
 
 (which the learned have been fo tligious quantity of fire lodged in 
 
 much puzzled to account for;, is, its own cavities— But is not the 
 
 by the obfervations of the mod account flill more credible, when 
 
 curious, thought to confirt of a we add to thefe the aftion of the 
 
 continual efflux of fmoak, rifing at Am, which in this conjunction will 
 
 firft to a determinate height from be doubly intenfe ?
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 19 
 
 While o'er the * Andes in a whirlwind driv'n 165 
 
 JBurfl the blue gleam, and darknefs wrapt the heav'nn 
 
 Ev'n iEtna rocks with a reluctant groan, 
 
 Sunk in a flame more dreadful than its own: 
 
 A fiery ftream the deep Volcano pours, 
 
 And from its mouth inceflant thunder roars. iyo 
 
 Each humbler vale partakes the gen'ral doom, 
 The fmiling meads refign their lovely bloom; 
 Not Alias fields th' impetuous flood retain, 
 It bounds with fury o'er the wide champaign. 
 Whate'er to view revolving feafons bring, 17 c 
 
 Each opening flow'r, the painted child of Spring, 
 Bleak Winter's fnow, with Summer's rofy pride, 
 And Autumn's ripening ftores, augment the tide : 
 On its broad wave it bears the mining lpoil, 
 Hills burft, rocks melt, woods blaze, and oceans 
 boil. 1 80 
 
 Such,- man, thy life, when Death's relentlefs rage 
 Crops thy gay bloom, or chils thy with'ring Age ; 
 In vain thy wifri would flop th' invader's pow'r, 
 Who fpares the leaf to revel on the flow'r. 
 
 C 2 O! 
 
 * The Andes, &c] A vaft range thoufand leagues in Souri Amtrica} 
 of mountains which cover about a
 
 20 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 6! how tranfported with a fleeting dream 185 
 
 We fondly launch, and glide along the ftream ! 
 Nor think of tempefts, mis'ry, pain, or death, 
 The n.orms above us, and the wrecks beneath \ 
 When lo ! at once a cloudy fcene fucceeds, 
 It low'rs, frowns, blackens, bellows o'er our heads ; 
 Bounds o'er the feas, and with destructive fweep, 191 
 Flings wave on wave, and whelms us in the deep. 
 
 Where now the nation, whofecontroulinglaw, 
 Rul'd ev'ry ftate, and held a world in awe ? 
 Say where, Britannia, thy remoter plain ? 195 
 Thy fields enrich'd with Plenty's welcome train ? 
 Thy fleets, to found their dreadful fame afar, 
 And rule the deep, the thunderbolts of war ? 
 Still in my thought thy happier days detain'd, 
 When George, when Anna, when Eliza reign'd; 
 I fee, I hear the battle's wild alarms, 201 
 
 See trembling foes, and thy triumphant arms ! 
 I fee fublime the floating navy rife, 
 The pompous Streamers waving as (he flies ! 
 I fee the fhudd'ring hods that round her fall, 205 
 The * haughty Spaniard here, and there -f- the Gaul. 
 I fee great Bourbon fainting and difmay'd 
 And view the laurel blafted on his head. 
 
 O! 
 
 • The hr.ugbtj Spaniard 'here, &c] f an * t&tre the Gftul, &c ] 
 
 Philip II. Lewis XIV.
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 21 
 
 O ! while my Country's glory fires my lays, 
 
 How my fond heart runs lavifh in her praife ! 210 
 
 But fee, 'tis fled ! — I urge, implore its Hay, 
 
 In vain : the charming Vifion dies away j 
 
 The plains where once her fhouting armies flood, 
 
 The ftream's broad wave that bluili'd with hoilile 
 
 blood, 
 RolPd in the mafs of fire neglected lay, 215 
 
 And join'd th' involving cloud that hid the day. 
 
 All, all was loir on earth's confuming frame, 
 One gen'ral wreck, one undiftinguim'd flame : 
 To aid the fire Britannia's domes combin'd, 
 Nor left one trace of all their pomp behind. 220 
 
 So when Old Earthquake burfting from the Pole, 
 Heaves the high mound, or makes the tumbling mole -, 
 His iiland-arm diflurbs the deeps around, 
 His voice like thunder rocks the labouring ground : 
 Then ftands proud TenerifT's majefric brow, 225 
 And looks fuperior o'er the wrecks below ; 
 Burfts the broad field ! — in wild confufion fpread 
 Hills, cities, rocks, fall thund'ringin the made -, 
 He bows ! and tott'ring o'er the verging gloom, 
 Marks the ftupendous wafle, and feeksthe tomb. 230 
 
 L o ! there the graceful fabric now defac'd, 
 t thro' the burning wai 
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 Wide fvvells the torrent thro' the burning wade.
 
 22 The DAY of JUDGMENT- 
 
 The lofty tow'r compleat in ev'ry part, 
 
 That flood (by millions rear'd) the boaft of art ; 
 
 The firm, compacted wall, that long defy 'd 235 
 
 Each battering ball that thunder'd on its fide -, 
 
 Th' ./Egyptian pyramid, majeflic dome ! 
 
 Where Kings exchang'd the fcepter for the tomb 5 
 
 The fculptur'd brafs, the monumental ftone, 
 
 In one promifcuons heap were all o'erthrown : 240 
 
 Whate'er beneath the forming hand was wrought, 
 
 By labouring ages to perfection brought, 
 
 Now prone in duft, to fwell th* afpiring flame, 
 
 Sunk its proud brow, and lay without a name. 
 
 See earth's pale fons ! a mighty throng appear ! 245 
 How wild their looks with agonizing fear ! 
 Swift, as the hart, from her purfuing train, 
 Climbs the fleep rock, and flies along the plain : 
 'Tis thus, the temper's dreadful rage to fhun, 
 They fweep the field, and fhiver as they run. 250 
 Here yawning gulphs their dreadful wrecks difclofe, 
 There nature labours with convulfive throws : 
 Here the flame burfts, and blazes to the fkies, 
 There flam the pointed lightnings on their eyes. 
 Amaz'd, aghaft the trembling throng retire, 255 
 Eye the bright gleam, and mark the fpeeding fire ; 
 Hung on the fteepy cliff, all wild with dread, 
 Heav'n's awful thunder rattles o'er their head ! 
 
 The
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 23 
 
 The fkies above with doubling roars rebound, 
 Below flrong Earthquakes rend the tott'ring ground. 
 'Tis noife around, 'tis chaos all beneath ; 261 
 
 One fcene of Horror, Tumult, Rage and Death, 
 Burfts on their fight ! the fatal word is pail, 
 And panting Nature groans, and breathes her laft. 
 
 So, when tempeftuous at th' Eternal's word 265 
 The teeming fkies a wat'ry deluge pour'dj 
 The vafl Abyfs its mighty deep difplay'd, 
 And the flood rofeo'er Atlas' towring head; 
 Some nation fell, in each augmented wave 
 Diflblv'd, and earth was one prodigious grave. 270 
 
 Mark where yon mines their radiant flores unfold, 
 Peru's rich dud, or Chili's beds of gold ! 
 Infidious Bane ! that makes deirruclion fmooth, 
 Thou foe to virtue, liberty, and truth ! 
 Whofearts the fate of monarchies decide, 275 
 
 Who gild'rt Deceit, the darling child of Pride ! 
 How oft, allur'd by thy perfuafive charms, 
 Have earth's contending powers appear'd in arms ! 
 What nations brib'd have own'd thy pow'rful reign ! 
 For thee what millions plow'd the flcrmy main ! 28Q 
 Travel'd from pole to pole with ceafelefs toil, 
 And felt their blood, alternate, freeze and boil/ 
 
 C 4 See
 
 24 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 See where a crowd thro' defert Afric fpreads, 
 The fun's bright glories blazing o'er their heads ! 
 See, where thro* India's diftant climes they pour! 
 See countlefs throngs onGuiNEA's burning more 286 
 See waving forefts fall to make them room ! 
 See, fcoop'd for wealth the rock's expanded womb ! 
 See, each deep gloom admits the folar ray ! 
 See, thro' the cavern burfts meridian day ! 290 
 
 See earth, air, ocean, florins, and thunders dar'd ! 
 For what ? — fome pebble their immenfe reward ! 
 Or bullion'd earth that fets the breaft on fire, 
 Or hoards that tempt th' infatiate foul's defire. 
 
 But now the mantling flames in concourfe join, 
 And deep defcending feize the burning mine; 296 
 Its richeft. treafures aid the mounting blaze, 
 'Twas all confufion, tumult, and amaze. 
 When lo ! a cloud juft opening on the view 
 Illum'd with dazzling light th'etherial blue ! 300 
 On its broad bread a mighty Angel came, 
 His eyes were lightning, and his robes of flame, 
 O'er all his form the circling glories run, 
 And his face lightcn'd as the blazing fun ; 
 His limbs with heav'n's aerial vefture glow, 305 
 And o'er his head was hung the fwecpy bow. 
 As fhines the brightning fleel's refulgent gleam, 
 When the fmooth blade reflects the fpangling beam, 
 
 Its
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 25 
 
 Its light with quicken'd glance the eye furveys, 
 Green, gold, and vermeil, trembling as it plays ; 
 So flam'd his wings along th' etherial road, 311 
 
 And earth's long mores refounded as he trod. 
 Sublime he towr'd ! keen Terror arm'd his eyes, 
 And grafp'd the redning bolt that rends the fides ; 
 One foot flood firmly on th' extended plain 315 
 Secure, and one repel' d the bounding main ; 
 He fhook his arm ; — the lightning burn: away, 
 Thro' heav'n's dark concave gleam'd the paly ray, 
 Roar'd the loud bolt tremendous, thro' the gloom, 
 And peals on peals prepare th' impending doom. 320 
 Then to his lips a mighty Trump apply 'd, 
 (The flames were ceas'd, the mutt'ring thunders dy'd) 
 While all th' involving firmaments rebound 
 He rais'd his voice, and labour'd in the found : 
 Thefe dreadful words he fpoke — , 325 
 
 " Be dark, thou Sun, in one eternal night ! 
 " And ceafe, thou Moon, to rule with paler light! 
 " Ye Planets, drop from thefe diffolving fkies ! 
 " Rend, all ye Tombs ; and, all ye Dead, arife! 329 
 « Ye Winds, be ftill •, ye Tempefts, rave no more! 
 " And roll, thou Deep, thy millions to the more ! 
 " Earth, be difiblv'd, with all thefe worlds on high ! 
 " And Time, be loft in vaft eternity I 
 
 " Now, 
 4
 
 26 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 " Now, by Creation's dread tremendous Sire, 
 " Who fweeps thefe ftars as atoms, in his ire; 335 
 ** By heav'n's omnipotent, unconquer'd King ; 
 " By him who rides the rapid whirlwind's wings 
 " Who reigns fupreme in his auguft abode, 
 ** Forms, or confounds with one commanding nod ; 
 " Who wraps in blackning clouds his awful brow, 340 
 M Whofe Glance like lightning looks all nature thro' : 
 ". By Him I fwear !" (he paus'd, and bow'd the head, 
 Then rais'd aloft his flaming hand, and faid) 
 u Attend ye faints, who in feraphic lays 
 " Exalt his name, but tremble while you praife : 
 " Ye hofts, that bow to your Almighty Lord, 346 
 €t Hear, all his works, th' irrevocable word ! 
 u Thy reign, O Man, and Earth, thy days are o'er l 
 u I fwear by Him, that Time fhall be no more," 
 He fpoke : (all nature groan'd a loud reply ;) 3 50 
 Then fhook the Sun, and tore him from the fky. 
 
 O ! would fome angel's awful voice controul; 
 Each drooping thought, and fwell my rifing foul ; 
 Would fome defcending feraph tune the lyre, 354 
 And warm my breaft with more than mortal fire : 
 The fcene I draw fublimer ft rains would claim, 
 Ev'n thofe might labour on fo vaft a theme ! 
 But why for aid invok'd th' immortal throng ? 
 Why call'd angelic fire to tune my tongue ?
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 27 
 
 I fee each look diftra&ed, terrify 'd, 360 
 
 The harp untouch'd hangs idly by their fide. 
 I fee, I fee Omnipotence in arms, 
 Each bofom trembling at the fhrill alarms ! 
 I fee the Sun fall thro' th' etherial plains ; 
 The Moon's pale difk a bloody tin&ure ftains : 365 
 The dreadful call each mightier orbit hears, 
 And worlds unhing'd come tumbling from their 
 fphefes. 
 
 What pomp, what terror, tumult, and amaze! 
 What crowds to view ! what wrecks to fwell the blaze ! 
 What loud volcanoes roar ! (ev'n fiends recoil) 370 
 What rocks to melt ? what oceans yet to boil ! 
 
 Shouldst thou behold, in dreadful league 
 combin'd, 
 At once great JEtno. and Vefuvius join'd ; 
 Two mighty rivals from their center rock, 
 Surround the deep, and hide the clouds in. fmoke : 
 Their burning bowels rent, and (dire to name !) 376 
 Ev'n funs extinguifh'd in the fpreading flame ! 
 Say, what is all, let fire, wind, waves prevail, 
 Compar'd to this ? — a feather, and a gale ! 
 
 Rous'd from their fleep unnumber'd myriads come, 
 All wak'd at once, and bur ft the yielding tomb : 38 1 
 
 O'er 
 
 4
 
 28 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 O'er the broad deep the loofen'd members fwim ; 
 Each fweeping whirlwind bore the flying limb ; 
 The living atoms, with peculiar care, 384 
 
 Drawn from their cells, came fpeeding thro' the air : 
 Whether they lurk'd, thro' ages undecay'd, 
 Deep in the rock, or cloth'd fome mailing mead ; 
 Or in the lily's fnowy bofom grew ; 
 Or ting'd the faphire with its lovely blue ; 
 Or in fome purling flrearn refreuYd the plains ; 390 
 Or form'd the mountain's adamantine veins; 
 Or, gaily fporting in the breathing Spring* 
 Perfum'd the whifp'ring Zephyr's balmy wing : 
 All heard ; and now, in fairer profpedt mown, 
 Limb clung to limb, and bone rejoin'd its bone : 395 
 Here flood, improv'd in ftrength, the graceful frame, 
 There flow'd the circling blood, a purer ftream, : 
 The beaming eye its dazzling light refumes -, 
 Soft on the lip the tin&ur'd ruby blooms ; 
 The beating pulfe a keener ardor warms, 400 
 
 And beauty triumphs in immortal charms. 
 
 So 
 
 387. Whether they lurk'd, &c] Explicit a eft; molem rurfus coalefcit 
 Jam pulvis varias terra dijperfaper in unam 
 
 eras, Divifum funus, fparfos prior alligat 
 Sive inter veaai teneri concreta me- artus 
 
 talli, Jun3ura y apt ant ur que iter urn coeun- 
 Senjim diriguit, feu/e/e immi/cuit her- tia membra. 
 
 bis t Add. Rcfurrec. delineat.
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 29 
 
 So when by Raphael's happy pencil wrought 
 Some graceful figure rofe, inform'd with thought, 
 Each part by turns the working hand pourtray'd, 
 Here caft the light, and there dirTus'd the fhade; 
 A richer bloom each flying touch beflow'd ; 406 
 Now on the cheek a brighter vermeil glow'd : 
 Art in the piece with Nature feem'd to flrive, 
 And ev'ry blufhing feature look^l alive. , 
 
 What fcenes appear, where'er I turn my eyes! 410 
 How wide the throng ! what forms innum'rous rife ! 
 Methinks I flill behold the teeming earth 
 Pour all at once her millions at a birth ! 
 They ftart with terror thro' the opening ground, 
 Flames all beneath, and thunders all around, 415 
 What manly vigour reigns in ev'ry part, 
 Fires the broad breafl, andfwells the bounding heart! 
 Not earth's firft-born a mightier concourfe ftood, 
 Who towr'd like mountains, and o'erlook'd the wood; 
 Not He, who thro' oppofing legions broke, 420 
 Flung the rough ftone, or heav'd th' unwieldy rock, 
 E'er felt fuch force, when from th'o'erwhelmingblow, 
 Amaz'd and trembling run the frighted foe ; 
 
 When, 
 
 422. Flung the rough Ji one, &c] rock, &c] Ajax. See his combat 
 He ctor. See the Iliad, lib. 1 2. with He&or defcribed,, lib. viii. and 
 Ibid. — hat^d th 1 unv:ieUy xiv,
 
 3 o The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 When, at each look, furpriz'd, and {truck with dread, 
 Whole hofts retir'd, and wonder'd, as they fled. 425 
 
 Are thefe the forms, that languifhingly fair, 
 Repin'd, and ficken'd at each breeze of air ? 
 The tender frames, like fading rofes pale, 
 Whofe leaves are fhrivel'd by the ruffling gale ? 
 To death's deftructivc dart an eafy prey, 430 
 
 That funk, and feebly figh'd the foul away ? 
 
 This clouded fcene attempt not to explore; 
 Where Reafon finks, 'twere madnefs then to foar : 
 Heav'n that to each the juft proportion brought, 
 Here bounds the flight of vain bewilder'd Thought : 
 When Fancy plays within its proper fphere, 436 
 It fmiles, and mows th' unfully'd object clear; 
 Whene'er from that the erring guide removes, 
 'Tis dark ; all elfe but puzzles, not improves. 
 
 Thus, when fome Indian, for the mining gem, 
 Tempts the rough fea, or plunges in the flream ; 44 1 
 The prize obtain'd, each cautious diver faves, 
 Who dives too deep, is bury'd in the waves. 
 
 Look round, my foul, o'er ev'ry fcene below, 
 What millions rife, diftinguim'd by their woe ! 445 
 
 Sec
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 31 
 
 See widows, orphans, mothers, infants flain, 
 
 A feeble, harmlefs, weeping, fainting train ! 
 
 What crowds, extincl: by an untimely doom, 
 
 Are torn from life in Youth's deluding bloom ! 
 
 A throng of mourners fighing by their fide, 450 
 
 The hoary fire perhaps, and virgin bride j 
 
 The friend whofe eyes with gufhing ftreamso'erflow* 
 
 The mother pierc'd with agonizing woe. 
 
 See ! where the Shade, to flrike his gafping prey, 
 Draws the keen dart, that never mifs'd its way ; 455 
 Thron'd on the ruin of terreftrial things, 
 He fits, and tramples on the duft of kings. 
 See, his black chariot floats in ftreams of gore, 
 Pale Rage behind, and Terror ftrides before. 
 Not Beauty withering in the bloom of years, 460 
 Not dove-ey'd Innocence dirlblv'd in tears, 
 Not kneeling Love that trembles as it prays, 
 Not heart-ftruck Anguifh fix'd in ftupid gaze ! 
 Not all the frantic groans of wild Defpair; 
 Not helplefs Age, that tears its filver hair; 465 
 
 Can flay one moment the fevere command, 
 Or wreft th' avenging dart from that relentlefs hand. 
 
 Here paufe : — the crowds extended on the bier 
 Claim from the filial heart a parting tear ; 
 
 Spend
 
 32 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Spend on the tomb where drooping grandeur lies, 
 One mournful buril: of lympathifing fighs. 47 r 
 
 » 
 
 O Death ! terrific ere thy dart is try'd ! 
 Whofe hand o'erturns the tow 'ring domes of Pride; 
 What wide deftruction marks thy fatal reign ! 
 What numbers bleed thro' all thy vaft domain ! 475 
 Whether thy arm, its dreadful ftrength to fhow, 
 Like Sampson's, fweeps its thoufand at a blow: 
 Or give the cannon's parting ball to fly, 
 Or wings the lightning glancing thro' the fky. 
 Or burfts the opening ground (whole fields deflroy'd) 
 The city tumbling thro' the dreadful void ! 481 
 If, in the fever, famine, plague, thou blaft 
 Th' unpeopled earth, and lay the nations wafte ; 
 Tho' all her fons, the victims of thy pow'r, 
 Her fons, that fall by millions in an hour -, 485 
 
 Yet know, ihould all thy terrors ftand difplay'd, 
 'Tis but the meaner foul that /brinks with dread : 
 That folemn fcene the fuppliant captive mourns -, 
 That fcene, intrepid Virtue views, and fcorns. 
 
 Thine, Virtue ! thine is each perfuafive charm, 
 Thine ev'ry foul with heav'nly raptures warm; 491 
 Thine all the blifs that Innocence beftows, 
 And thine the heart that feels another's woes. 
 
 What
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 33 
 
 What tho' thy train, neglected, or unknown, 
 Have fought the filent vale, and figh'd alone ? 495 
 Tho' torrents ftreanYd from ev'ry melting eye? 
 Tho' from each bofom burfl: th' unpity'd figh ? 
 Tho' oft, with life's diffracting cares oppreft, 
 They long'd to fleep in everlafting reft ? 
 O envy'd mifery ! — what foft delight 500 
 
 Breath'd on the mind, and fmooth'd the gloom of 
 
 night : 
 When nobler profpects, an eternal train; 
 Made rapture glow in ev'ry beating vein; 
 When heav'n's bright domes the fmiling eye furvey'd, 
 And Joys that bloom'd morefweetly from the made. 
 
 Now all appear'd afcending from the tomb, 506 
 Who breath'd the air, or flumber'd in the womb : 
 The crowds that live in all th' unbounded ikies, 
 Now rais'd the trembling head with wild furprize r 
 Stars with their num'rous ions augment the throng/ 
 Each world's majeftic offspring towr'd along : 5 1 1 
 Thick, as the burning fun's meridian rays; 
 The hov'ring infects bafking in the blaze;- 
 
 D The 
 
 510. Stars ivitb their fons, &c] I in the fame deitrucTion) are only a 
 
 cannot fee any reafon for confining vaft collection of uncultivated de- 
 
 the general judgment to the inhabi- ferts : a fuppoiltlon founded on no- 
 
 tants of our own world; unlefs we thing but this one argument, w'ss. 
 
 can bring ourfclves to believe, that that it cannot be confuted by ocular" 
 
 all thofe around us (which will fnare demonftratioa,
 
 34 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 The fwarms that flutter, when the day's withdrawn ; 
 The throng that rifes with the rifing dawn ; 515 
 The world fupported by Jehovah's care, 
 And all the race that peoples all the air, 
 Rang'd on a field by labouring angels rear'd, 
 In dreadful length th' innum'rous throng appear'd : 
 Earth's nobleft Tons, the mighty wretched things, 
 Call'd Heroes, Confuls, Cefars, Judges, Kings, 521 
 Now f well'd the crowd, promifcuous and unknown, 
 The meaneft: flave from him who fill'd a throne : 
 Each tyrant now would blefs the yawning tomb, 
 And Pride Hands fhudd'ring at th' approaching doom. 
 
 Think you beheld ten thoufand armies {land, 526 
 All form'd, and rais'd by fome divine command ; 
 Saw where the giants burft their dark abode, 
 While the tomb labour'd with th' unufual load. 
 Let Thefeus, Samfon, tow'r upon the plain, 530 
 With ftern Achilles, from a field of flain : 
 Let Rome's and Greece' triumphant fons appear, 
 A Cefar there, an Alexander here : 
 Her iplendid multitudes iet Perfia join, 
 Thy fwarms, Thermopylae, and, Iflus, thine. 535 
 See Canine tainted with a purple flood, 
 And great Pharfalia's fields that dream with blood : 
 
 Extend
 
 TkE DAY Hf JUDGMENT; 3$ 
 
 Extend the view :— See god-like Trajan's pow'r : 
 Th' intrepid chief proceeds from fhore to more, 
 Flies on the foe, and paints the reeking field with gore ! 
 Lo ! next a thrdng of wild Barbarians come, 541 
 The crowds that tritimph'd O'er imperial Rome : 
 See, like a cloud that gathers on the day; 
 Th' embattled fquadrons fhape their dreadful way : 
 Prodigious hofts ! who (all their foes o'erthrown) 54^ 
 Once rul'd fupreme> and made a world their own 2 
 Next Afia's millions fill th' extended fpace; 
 Known from the reft, a foft,' unmanly race ; 
 While there, (each bofom rough with many afcai) 
 Stand Afric's troops* the ftormy fons of war. 550 
 
 Columbus' world, a wide innum'roUs throng* 
 Swells on the {training fight, and pours along, 
 Blell race ! ere Difcord fnatch'd the gleaming fhieldj 
 Ere War tremendous thunder'd o'er the field, 
 Ere Freedom ranging o'er Peruvian plains; $55 
 
 Mark'd their dire wafte, and heard the clanking chains; 
 At once dim Sorrow veil'd her mining eyes, 
 She fpread her dazzling plumes, and ey'd the ikies $ 
 Guilt, Rage, and Death, terrific fhapes ! appear* 
 The diftant tumult murmur'd on her ear; 560 
 
 She figh'd; — and mounting on the glancing ray, 
 Shot o'er the fcene, and fought the climes of day^ 
 
 D 2 Now
 
 36 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Now rouz'd to life th' afTembled myriads trod, 
 No tyrant o'er them makes th' avenging rod ; 564 
 'Tis Confcience fpeaks — th' impartial mandate giv'n 
 Configns to Death, or opes the climes of heav'n ; 
 Her looks divine the fever'd thought controul, 
 Her voice like mufic thrills th' enraptur'd foul. 
 
 But fee, where rifing, a refplendent throng, 
 Thy fons, Europa, claim a nobler fong ! $jo 
 
 Lo ! Britain's heroes burft upon the fight, 
 Each chief who dar'd th' exulting foe to fight ! 
 View the wide fields, where fainting armies bled I 
 See Blenheims, Cressi's, Agincourts difplay'd f 
 War, blood, deftru&ion, triumphs, conquelts rife, $j$ 
 And kings, and patriots blefs th' enraptur'd eyes ! 
 Let Gallia next her num'rous hofts unfold, 
 The crowds me rais'd by force, or won by gold : 
 Think you beheld th' united armies fpread, 
 And all the crowds Turenne, or Conde led > 580 
 By Charles' unguided rage the throng that dy'd ; 
 The millions murder'd for her Bourbon's pride. 
 
 Join all at once, or (if the thoughts can foar 
 So vaft a height) yet add ten thoufands more ! 
 Say when thy foul its laft idea brought, 585 
 
 Stretch'd o'er the verge of flrong expanded Thought ? 
 
 When 
 
 582. #7 Charles' &c] Charles IX. at the roaflacre of Paris.
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 3 j 
 
 When all th' unbounded Genius foar'd on high, 
 Did e'er fuch numbers ftrike the wond'ring eye ? 
 So vaft, they mock the foul's confounded fight : 
 Ev'n thought falls back in its unequal flight 590 
 Not tempting Hope the mighty depth can found, 
 Nor Fancy's widening ken can mark the bound. 
 
 Yet, mid' the crowd that pourM o'er all the field, 
 A crowd which fcarce the labouring eye beheld ! 594 
 Ye monarchs, hear!-!— this pomp of nations join'd, 
 Thefe ages, empires, kingdoms, flares combin'd, 
 Thefe boafted thoufands, millions, myriads, — all 
 .Shrunk to a point unmeafurably fmall ! 
 .Scarce, when a group of buzzing flies difplay 
 Their forms, that glitter with the glancing ray ; 600 
 Scarce lefs obferv'd, mid' all the numbers there, 
 One flitting wing that feebly fans the air ! 
 
 Eternal GOD, whofe word fupremely wife 
 Can crufh, or people all th' expanded fkies ! 
 Who bid'fh Creation wait on thy command, 605 
 
 Throw'fl worlds like atoms from thy forming hand! 
 O ! for fome nobler, more exalted lays, 
 Some heav'nly ftrains, to fpeak thy boundlefs praife! 
 All Fancy droops on this tranfporting fcene ! 
 All Rapture dull ! all Elegance is mean ! 610 
 
 D 3 All
 
 • S The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 AH Thought too faint all Colours ceafe to glow f 
 All Fire too languid ! all Sublime too low ! 
 O Thou, whofe name all nature joins to raife ! 
 What feraph's voice can tell thy wondrous ways ! 
 Who fhow'd (how god-like was th' amazing plan !) 
 Thy pow'ron angels, but thy love to man ! 61 § 
 Thy pow'r, thy love, when uncontroul'd and free, 
 prufli'd all their hoils, O man ! and ranfqm'd thee. 
 
 But flay, my mufe, be filent and admire; 
 This lofty theme exceeds angelic fire! 62Q 
 
 Mafjc what new fcene thy rapid glance defcrys I 
 What fudden radiance flames o'er the fkies ! 
 From heav'n's vail heights th' immortal throng 
 
 defcend; 
 The worlds below in mute fufpenfe attend ; 
 Thro' all its traces thy mighty theme purfue, 625 
 And paint the fcenes that burfl upon thy view. 
 
 Now, touch'd with grief, the penfive guide furyey'd 
 Whate'er of grand this awful pomp difplay'd ; 
 Then rais'd in filent woe his mournful eyes, 
 And paus'd, — till thus with intermingling fighs : 630 
 
 " S a v where, vain mortal ! now the pomp of flate ? 
 ff The pride of kings, the triumphs of the great ? 
 
 " Where
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 39 
 
 «« Where now th' imbattled hoft, the whirling car ? 
 " Where the proud fpoils of deiblating War? 634 
 " Hope's flatt'ring wifh, Ambition's tow'ring aim ? 
 " The boaft of Grandeur, and the wreaths of Fame ? 
 " Where the gay plan by Fancy's hand refin'd, 
 " That fmil'd illufive on th' enchanted mind ? 
 " Ah ! view'd no more, thefe beauteous traits decay, 
 " Like ftars that fade before the riling day ! 640 
 '« Lefs fwift the gale that fkims the ruffling ftream, 
 «' Nor flies more quick the vifionary dream. 
 " Hail, heav'nly Piety, fupremely fair ! 
 " Whofe fmiles can calm the horrors of defpair j 
 " Bid in each breaft unufual tranfports flow, 645 
 " And wipe the tears that ftain the cheek of Woe : 
 *' How bleil the man who leaves each meaner fcene, 
 " Like thee, exalted, fmiling, and ferene ! 
 " Whofe rifing foul purfues a nobler flight ; 
 " Whofe bofom melts with more refin'd delight; 650 
 " Whofe thoughts, elate with tranfports all fublime, 
 <£ Can foar at once beyond the views of time : 
 a Till loos'd from earth, as angels unconfin'd, 
 *' He flies aerial on the darting wind ; 
 «' Free as the keen ey'd eagle, bears away, 65c 
 w And mounts the regions of eternal day." 
 
 BOOK
 
 4 o The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 BOOK II. 
 
 ■wgo<TB$ri vetptXyyeoerot Zeus'. HoM. 
 
 ONCEmore, O mufe, th' Almighty's pow'r 
 proclaim ; 
 Once more, tho' trembling, try th' exalted theme : 
 A theme, the labour of feraphic lays, 
 While heav'n's majeftic arches ring with praife ; 
 That rais'd at once by all th' immortal choir, 5 
 
 Dwells on the warbling voice, and firings the tuneful 
 lyre. 
 
 O ! if receiv'd amid the vocal throng, 
 Saints, angels, men, that join the gen'ral fong, 
 If, mid' each heav'nly foul's fublimer itrain, 
 Thcfe humbler lays fome diftant place obtain, 10 
 
 (That boaft no beauties from improving art, 
 But feebly breathe the raptures of the heart;) 
 
 How 
 
 8
 
 The Day of Judgment 
 
 BooiJ/. 
 
 AJKdtur del.etjatfr.
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. ^ 
 
 ]How bleft ! — if thou, Great GOD, th' attempt fhould 
 
 own, 
 Or view the meanefl off ring at thy throne. 
 
 Now thro' the crowd in dark fufpenfe detain'd 15 
 An awful, deep, portentous Silence reign'd : 
 Pale Confcience lowring works a florm within, 
 Recalls the hours, and paints th' unguarded fin ; 
 Throws all the mafques of fhudd'ring Guilt afide, 
 And bares the front of Envy, Rage, and Pride. 20 
 Ev'n Virtue figh'd, — but Hope (an angel-dame !) 
 O'er all her bofom pour'd celeflial flame, 
 Diipel'd the hov'ring mift that veil'd her eyes, 
 And ihow'd afar the bright immortal Prize. 
 As when at once affembled nations wait 25 
 
 Some great event, fbme dubious birth of fate ; 
 All ftand (with dreadful expectation warm'd) 
 Deprefs'd, enraptur'd, frighted, or alarm'd ; 
 The opening fcene each wond'ring thought employs, 
 And wild Amazement flops the trembling voice : 30 
 Such, but far more, th' unbounded throng appears, 
 While nobler hopes, or more diffracting fears 
 Flam'd in each look, they felt a deeper care, 
 And knew th' extremes of rapture, and defpair. 
 
 How vafl the prize each fmiling faintfurvey'd ! 25 
 While heav'n's tranfcendent glories flood difplay'd ! 
 
 The
 
 42 The DAY of JUDGMENT, 
 
 The brightning eye beheld each fair abode j 
 
 The throbbing bread with more thantranfportglow'd; 
 
 But oh ! no words, no image can exprefs, 
 
 The fine delight, the flow of melting blifs, 40 
 
 The foft emotions thrilling thro' the whole, 
 
 The fecret fprings that touch'd the feeling foul, 
 
 When mid' the ikies each blooming fcene was view'd, 
 
 Eternal day ! a fun without a cloud ! 
 
 Surrounding pleafures, boundlefs as refin'd ! 45 
 
 'Twas Fancy's food, the mufic of the mind ! 
 
 Oh fay ! tranfporting thought ! can heaven beftow 
 Such endlefs profpecls for fome Years of woe ? 
 Are thefe the joys for fav'rite fouls prepar'd ? 
 Neglected Piety's fublime reward ? 59 
 
 The opening treafures in eternal flore, 
 T' enrich the mean, the fuff'ring, and the poor ? 
 O wond'rous blifs, too vafl: for mortal's fenfe ! 
 Amazing love ! divine benevolence ! 
 Let heav'nly harps th' immortal anthem raife, 5 c 
 And wond' ring angels pour the fong of praife. 
 
 Ye who the temper's burfling rage fuftain, 
 ToiVd by the whirling wind or (tormy main I 
 Who coolly-calm behold the dark'ning hour. 
 Upheld by Ilim who gives the ftorm its pow'r, 6q 
 
 S Who
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 43 
 
 Who ftand fuperior in th' important flrife, 
 
 Or patient climb the rough'ning fteep of Life ; 
 
 Yet bear the fhock :• — for lo th' advancing more ! 
 
 Soon the black cloud, the wintry blaft is o'er ! 
 
 See yon gay fcenes emerging from the gloom : 65 
 
 See flow'ry meads that breathe eternal bloom ! 
 
 See beck'ning angels point your fleps away ! 
 
 See pour'd o'er all the radiant blaze of day ! 
 
 Soon as the mortal veil is dropt behind, 
 
 To heav ? n all-ardent fprings th' exulting mind, 70 
 
 Nor knows (illumin'd with celeftial light) 
 
 Where once it wander'd mid ? th' involving night ? 
 
 Where thro' the vale all-tracklefs and unknown 
 
 It pafs'd, and trod the devious wild alone. 
 
 Where Darknefs o'er the gloomy region fpread, 75 
 
 And Virtue trembling flood, or walk'd with dread. 
 
 Then when th' Eternal bids the tempeft ceafe, 
 When drops the mould'ring duft, and fleeps in peace ; 
 Then Faith no more mall point th' uncertain prize, 
 Nor lowring clouds obfcure the brightning flues, 80 
 Nor Hope's warm wifh with thrilling ardor glow, 
 Nor Virtue languifh in th' abodes of woe, 
 Nor Care ftray mufmg thro' the wildring maze, 
 Nor heav'n-rapt Thought diffolve in eager gaze ; 
 But o'er the clime immortal Beauty reigns, 85 
 
 Young Pleafure fports along th' aerial plains, 
 
 Each
 
 44. The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Each fpring of joy celeftial drains improve, 
 And all the impaffion'd foul is loft in love. 
 
 But mark that throng; what keen, definitive fmart, 
 What piercing Anguiih flings the tortur'd heart ! 90 
 While Pain's fell brood in dreadful concourfe join'd, 
 Fear, Rage, and Guilt, diftract the madning mind ; 
 The gentler calm, the hours of mercy fled, 
 At laft flow Vengeance rears its gorgon head, 
 No time remains to eafe the flutt'ring bread ! 95 
 No friend to foothe the racking thought to reft ! 
 No fhade to fkreen from heav'n's impending doom ! 
 No hope to fleep in yon diftblving tomb ! 
 'Tis pad ! — and lo the blackning clouds appear ! 
 Involving darknefs wraps the boundlefs fphere ! 100 
 While thro' the gloom juft darting on their eyes, 
 The laft pale beam fhoots, trembles, fades, and dies. 
 Ah ! hopelefs train — what madnefs to engage ! 
 To rouze (poor wretch !) Omnipotence to rage ! 
 Why dar'd you fport, and dally with a God ? 105 
 Why fpurn'd his mercies ? why contemn'd his rod ? 
 Why fcorn'd his wrath, defpis'd each milder call ? 
 And forc'd from heav'n th' avenging rod to fall ? 
 O blind to fate, who, with unguarded hafte, 
 Would fondly judge the future by the paft I no 
 
 Who once, (deluded with an airy name) 
 Flew fmooth, tho' quick, o'er time's deceitful ftream; 
 
 Who,
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 45 
 
 Who, when th' enchanting Pleafure rofe in view, 
 Thought, vainly thought, 'twould be immortal too. 
 Life ! 'tis the glance of fome uncertain ray 115 
 
 A fhadowy thing, that fmiles, and glides away, 
 A clouded landfcape, an amufing tale, 
 A fleeting thought, a momentary gale, 
 A dream, which fcarce the waking foul retains, 
 And oft the rack, where virtue bleeds in chains. 120 
 
 But now 'twas o'er: — for from his great abode 
 Full on a whirlwind came the dreadful GOD : 
 The Tempefl's rattling wings, the fiery car, 
 Ten thoufand hofls, his minifters of war, 
 The flaming Cherubim attend his flight, 125 
 
 And heav'n's foundations groan'd beneath their weight : 
 Thro' all the fkies his forky lightnings play'd, 
 With radiant fplendor glow'd his beamy head : 
 From his bright eyes the trembling throng retire ; 
 He fpoke in thunder, and he breath'd in fire; 130 
 He flood, — o'er all the boundlefs glory fhone, 
 Then call'd, and darknefs form'd his gloomy throne ', 
 
 He 
 
 121 .—for fromhis great abode,$cc.~\ the moft exquifite beauties, he will 
 
 If the reader would fee a fcene of this find it in the words of an infpired 
 
 kind drawn in the rrcheft colours of orator, Hab. iii. from the 3 d verfe. 
 poetical painting, animated with a , 32 . And darknefs formed bis gloomy 
 
 furprifmg fublimity of fentiment, throne.] I cannot help looking on 
 
 and enriched with a profufion of the follovvingpaOage from the xviii :h 
 
 pfalmy.
 
 46 The DAY of JUDGMENT; 
 
 Black clouds hung awful round the burfting ray; 
 And veil'd from fight th' intolerable day. 
 So when (elate his glorious courfe to run) 13^ 
 
 O'er heav'n's blue region flames the blazing fun ; 
 The lucid ftream o'erpow'rs the orbs of fight, 
 The flack nerve trembling in the flood of light* 
 
 Should 
 
 pfalm, as the nobleft fentiment per- 
 haps that ever entered into the mind 
 of man. Thepfalmift is defcribing 
 the deferent of the Almighty. 'Tis 
 fiid, " He bowed the heavens, and 
 " came down, and darknefs was un- 
 " der his feet, and he rode upon a 
 *' cherub, and did fly, 13 c . He made 
 " darknefs his fecret place: his pa- 
 " vi!ion round about him, were dark 
 " waters and thick clouds of the 
 " fkics." Homkr's «f»X»i>£^TaZii,- 
 makes a noble figure in the IliaJ. 
 He introduces him always in aman- 
 J'cr peculiarly graceful, and fecmseven 
 to rife above himfclf in the defcrip- 
 tion. The lines from Hesiod, pre- 
 fixed as a motto to the title-page, are 
 no way inferior to any thing of this 
 kind I have met within the writings 
 of antiquity. Vision, hasfomefine 
 pom trait > on the fame fubject, ani- 
 mated m ith all the warmth of fertile 
 and copiousimagination. Butwhere, 
 among all thefe do we find the Doty 
 •• bowing theheavensinhisdefcent, 
 *• ruling on a cherub, walking on 
 • darknefs, forming his pavilion of 
 
 " the thick clouds of the fkies, and 
 " appearing, (to give it in Mil- 
 *' ton's inimitable paraphrafe), 
 
 — Dark with excej/jvt bright." 
 
 The fubfequent verfe, by an ele- 
 gant antiihefs, fcems (if poflible) ta> 
 heighten the beauty of the preceding 
 ones. " At the brrgbtnefs which was 
 " before him, his thick clouds paf- 
 
 " fed," &c. Sternhold andf 
 
 Hopkins have given fo uncommon 
 a turn to one part of this defcription, 
 that I mud be excufed for tranferi- 
 bing it. 
 
 The Lord Jrjcended from above, 
 
 And boiv'd the heavens /righ ; 
 J/jJ undirr.cath bis feet be fpread 
 
 'The darknefs of thefky. 
 On cherub, and ok ftraphim 
 
 Full royally be rode ; 
 And, on the wings of a/1 ibt au'ndt, 
 
 Camcfysng all abroad. 
 
 Every unprejudiced feadef will 
 fee, how much, in this inftance, 
 infpi ration is fnperior toenthufiafm.
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 47 
 
 Should then fome cloud his keener rays conceal, 
 He glows lefs dazzling thro' the filmy veil; 140 
 His beams abforb'd their piercing heat detain, 
 And gentler radiance gilds the flow'ry plain. 
 
 Now, man, if e'er, (this awful fcene furvey'd,) 
 Thy foul flood trembling with unufual dread ; 
 If e'er Defpair could touch thy throbbing heart ; 145 
 If e'er thou fhook'fl at death's approaching dart ; 
 If, in fome fight, thy pitying foul beheld 
 A murder'd hoft lie gafping on the field ; 
 While ev'ry bofom pour'd a purple flood, 149 
 
 Wound following wound, and blood fucceeding blood : 
 Attend an ampler fcene ! — more dreadful far ! 
 See, GOD defcends, with millions at his bar ! 
 Lo ! the wide field, where thoufands in defpair, 
 Would fmile at death, and hug the mangling fpear; 
 Where, fir'd with rage too big to be expreft, 155 
 They'd blefs the reeking blade that tore their bread : 
 O ! with what joy fome mortal wound they'd feel ! 
 With what delight they'd clafp the pointed fteel ! 
 Hungonthefmartingrack, orftretch'duponthewheel ! 
 Bleit, were fome mountain, at th' Eternal's call, 
 Whirl'd from its bafe, to crufh them in the fall ; 1 6 x 
 Would heav'n's great Sov'reign hear their only prayV, 
 To ftrew their limbs, like atoms, in the air; 
 
 Would
 
 48 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Would fome devouring flame their dufl confume,' 
 Or deep Volcano hide them in its womb : 16c 
 
 With their laft breath they'd praife Jehovah's name, 
 And blefs their dreadful fentence in the flame. 
 But ah ! — 'tis all in vain !— — — 
 
 Where am I rapt?— fay, is the judgment come, 
 Is this the hour for man's immortal doom ? iya 
 
 Is then the mighty Judge already nigh ? 
 Are thefe his banners waving in the iky ? 
 Support me, heav'n ! — I fhudder with affright ; 
 I quake, I fink with terror at the fight : 
 Still, itill methinks, I fee the God appear ; iyd 
 
 Still burfts the trump, like thunder, on my ear; 
 Still glows the fcene : — O ! may it ne'er depart, 
 But warm each thought, and burn within my heart ; 
 Woo this young bread to feek fome fairer clime, 
 And raife the foul with pleafures all fublime. 180 
 Then, at that hour, when fwifter than the made, 
 Time, Life, and Youth, and Pomp, and Beauty fade> 
 Ten thoufand blifsful fcenes mail charm the mind, 
 More fweet than life, than beauty more refin'd; 
 Where heav'nly Youth fha'l ev'ry fmile refume, 18 c 
 And on its cheek eternal rofes bloom. 
 
 Say, do'ft thou long to reach yon diftant iky ? 
 Flames ev'ry paflion ? does thy pulfe beat high ? 
 
 Do'ft
 
 THe DAY of JUDGMENT. 49 
 
 Do'ft thou with tranfport view that fparkling crown? 
 
 Does thy foul tremble at thy Maker's frown ? 1 90 
 
 O! think, the mighty prize will ne'er be bought 
 
 By one brifk ftart, or transient flam of thought : 
 
 'Tis not the blaze of thy uncertain fire, 
 
 The wild, loofe fally of fome keen Defire ; 
 
 Each darting impulfe, rapid as the flood, 195 
 
 Or boiling ferment of the tainted blood : 
 
 Can thefe with awful Juftice e'er prevail, 
 
 That weighs each thought in its impartial fcale ? 
 
 No : — 'tis a work that grows upon the tight, 
 
 ; Tis god-like Virtue's regular delight : 200 
 
 Th' intrepid foul by paflion ne'er alarm'd, 
 
 Improv'd by judgment, as by fancy warm'd ; 
 
 Whofe zeal with Reafon's rigid dictate forts, 
 
 Glows, but not blazes, warms, but not tranfports; 
 
 Whofe conduct, fquar'd by ev'ry noble rule, 205 
 
 Forms one proportion'd, juft, confident whole : 
 
 'Tis he who does whate'er a mortal can, 
 
 Yet fees defects, and thinks himfelf — a man ; 
 
 Who, what he wants, or ought not to have done, 
 
 Nor fcorns to know, nor e'er will blufh to own ; 210 
 
 Who knows how weak the aids from virtue brought, 
 
 When Vice, fweet firen ! lulls the wav'ring thought, 
 
 When fmooth Deceit, in Beauty's robes array'd, 
 
 Tempts the bold Wifh along the fbw'ry mead : 
 
 E When
 
 5 o The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 When keen Temptation prompts the heart to ftray, 
 
 And the warm tumult melts the foul away : 21& 
 
 Who then from heav'n awaits directing light, 
 
 And ftands unfhaken infuperior might: 
 
 This, this is he, who in ferene repofe 
 
 Can coolly fmile at earth's convulfive throws; 220 
 
 And, led by angels to their foft abode, 
 
 Can feel that blifs th' Almighty now beftow'd. 
 
 O'er all the crowd he took one vaft furvey, 
 With eyes that view the darknefs, as the day. 
 Each deep defign, tho' hid behind a cloud, 225 
 With fecret acts, a countlefs multitude, 
 Whate'er beneath that confcious fun was wrought, 
 He knew, and weigh'd in one prodigious thought. 
 Thus, (if the mufe that dwells on heav'nly themes, 
 May ftoop to earth, and join two wide extremes,) 230 
 When fome great gen'ral, with preventive care, 
 In vaft idea plans the future war; 
 
 Here 
 
 224. view the Jnrkr.efi, &c] ti. if." If I fay, the darknefs (halt 
 
 This alludes to that inimitable de- " cover me, even the night (hall be 
 
 fcriptionoftheDeityV.omniprefence, " light about me:" a thought, to 
 
 Pfal.cxxxix; in which, utter taking a which the antithefn gives fuch pecu- 
 
 beautiful furvey of even- thing in na- liar elegance, as may make it vye 
 
 ture that can ftrengthen his argu- with the moil expreffive touches of 
 
 menr, (for which the reader may con- antient, or modern poetry, 
 
 fult Mr. IIervey's fine paraphrafe, 231. Wbenfemc great gen'ral, &c] 
 
 Med.'voLii.p 15. and 34.) he adds, This pafTagc may poflibly appear 
 
 with
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 51 
 
 I4ere fwells a thought that fees whole fquadrons Hair/, 
 That plants the murd'ring cannon on the plain : 
 Now in his mind the coming triumphs rife; 235 
 He fmiles, the pleafure lparkles in his eyes ; 
 He feels with joy his raptur'd bofom glow, 
 Yet fighs with manly pity o'er the foe. 
 
 O ! what black fcenes that dreadful moment came, 
 What guilt that Virtue blufhes but to name ! 240 
 Crimes that ne'er ihrunk at their approaching doom, 
 That deep'ned midnight's all-furrounding gloom, 
 
 E 2 Now 
 
 with more advantage, when com- 
 pared with Lv can's defcri prion of 
 CyisAR, at his approach to the Ru- 
 bicon : 
 
 Jamquegelidas Ca>far curfufupera- 
 
 <verat Alpes, 
 Ingentefque animo moius, bellumque 
 
 futuriun 
 Ceperat, ut <ventum ejl par-vi Ruhi- 
 conis ad unci as. 
 
 Pharf. lib. iii. 
 
 Mr. Addison has made a noble 
 cfeofthisfentimentinhisCampaign, 
 and has the happieft tranflarion of it 
 lean think on: — Speakingof IV1 arl- 
 30rouch^ before he croffed the 
 Mofelle, he tells us, 
 
 Our god- like leader, ere the Jir earn 
 he pay?, 
 
 The mighty fchemt of all hit labours 
 
 c*ft\ 
 
 Forming the wondrous year within 
 
 his thought, 
 His bofom glowd with battles yet 
 
 unfught. 
 
 242. That deepened, &c] I can- 
 not refill the pleafure of tranferibing 
 the following paffage from Paradiie 
 Loft, as it is full of that lively and 
 natural painting which prefents an 
 objecl inftantly to the eye of the rea- 
 der, and is the higheft perfedion of 
 defcriptive poetry.— It is in the ac- 
 count of'Satan'sadventurewithDeath 
 upon his arrival at the gates of hell. 
 
 — fuch a frown, 
 
 Each caf at th' other, as when tzvo 
 black clouds, 
 
 h it'}
 
 52 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Itfbw rear'd with horror their gigantic head, 
 And claim'd the vengeance heav'n fo long delay 'd» 
 
 Ye fons of night, whofe each deftru&ive word 245 
 Stabs with more keennefs than a ruffian's fwofdj 
 Whofe hydra Love can triumph in offence, 
 A love that fmiles at ruin'd innocence : 
 Say, did you ne'er reflect, when at your fide 
 Truth bled, Peace groan'd, and murder'd Virtue dy'd ? 
 Did you ne'er think, when frantic with defpair 251 
 You've feen the anguifh of fbme weeping fair, 
 Whofe voice, once fweet as Philomela's lay, 
 On darknefs call'd, and curs'd the coming day; 
 Whofe fnowy bofom heav'd continual fighs, 255 
 While tears ran ftreaming from her lovely eyes : 
 Ah ! did you ne'er, with terror at his rod, 
 Hear the loud voice of an affronted God ? 
 Say, has his rage, his vengeance loft its fire? 
 Is he not ftill Almighty in his ire ? 260 
 
 Is then his potent arm by thee o'er-rul'd ? 
 His thunder blunted, or his lightnings cool'd ? 
 
 O! 
 
 With brav'n'i artillery fraught, come To join their dark encounter in midair. 
 
 rattling on. 
 Over the Cu/pian, then f and front to Hc thcn adds ' 
 
 front, Sofrozvn'd 'the mighty combatants, that 
 I/cv'ring afpace, 'till tvindi t4;ef.gnal hell 
 
 h'oiv Cre-w darker at thtf<nm.
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 53 
 
 O ! no:— «-ev'n now bis eye pervades the. whole ; 
 Ev'n now he views, he reads thy inmoft foul : 
 Is there one thought, that (as the darting wind 265 
 Unform'd and fleeting,) glances o'er the mind ? 
 Is there an act thou trembledit. to prolong ? 
 Or word that dy'd unfinifh'd on thy tongue ? 
 Or form thou view'dft, the phantom of thy fear ? 
 Or found that languifh'd on th' unfeeling ear ? 270 
 Didft ad: fome hidden guilt, to man unknown ? 
 And waft thou then, or thought'll thyfelf alone? 
 Miftaken wretch ! whofe blind, unequal fenfe 
 With daring aim would judge Omnipotence; 
 Thy ken jufl glancing o'er a bounded fpan, 275 
 
 Would join with His who reads the heart of man : 
 
 E 3 Thou, 
 
 272. — ; jor thought* Ji thyfclf mind a perfuafionof the Divine Om- 
 
 alonty &v/j nifcience ; to which a fimple aflent, 
 
 when not accompanied with a fuita- 
 
 0/ lojl to virtue! loft to manly ble influence on the practice, is like 
 
 thought ! a midnight dream, fcarce fooner re- 
 
 Loft to the noble /allies of the foul, collected than forgot ; and Hill lefs 
 
 Who think it/olituJe to be alone. confluent than the reveries of a mad- 
 
 Complaint, Night iii. ab initio. m an, whofe aaions are fquared by 
 
 the judgment he forms. Was it 
 
 274. would judge Omnipo- nrrn iy believed, what can fill the 
 
 tenet, Sec] To fecure this paffage mind with more awful reverence 
 
 from an objection, that it makes the than the continual prefence of its 
 
 Deity intereft himfelf in trifles, I Creator '.—was it fuitably improved, 
 
 (hall only obferve, that its defign, where can we meet with a mor e 
 
 (and indeed the great one of this ftriking incitement to the love, and 
 
 performance), is to imprint on the exerciji of virtue !
 
 54 The DAY of JUDGMENT, 
 
 Thou, like the beaming of a morning fun. 
 
 That gilds the eaft, art clouded ere thy noon : 
 
 He, in the blaze of one meridian ray, 
 
 Burns with unfully'd light, and gives eternal day: 280 
 
 Thee fancy, pamon's cloudy mifts o'ercaft ; 
 
 His all the future, fcantly thine the pad. 
 
 He view'd in filence all the mighty fcene, 
 Tho' dreadful, mild; and awfully ferene : 
 Hisjuftice here for inftant thunder cry'd, 285 
 
 But heav'nly Love flood fmiling at her fide. 
 As when fome judge (on whofe decifive frown 
 Dcftru&ion lowrs) afcends his awful throne; 
 His mind no thought of pity can controul, 
 His dreaded hand unfeals th' important fcroll ; 290 
 Wild with fufpence the doubting fupplianffhak.es, 
 Reads ev'ry look, and trembles ere hefpeaks; 
 His flutt'ring foul the vivid eye betrays, 
 And ev'ry pamon varies in his face. 
 Thus, round the throne of their tremendous Lord^ 
 All filent wait th' irrevocable word: 296 
 
 Ten thoufand thoughts in wild confufion rife, 
 And the rack'd foul fhoots thro' the quivering eyes. 
 
 He rofe: — his looks the coming judgment fhowj 
 
 Rcfsntm^nt darken'd his rnajeftic brow; 300 
 
 , Then
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. $S 
 
 Then view'd the throng beneath his footftool fpread, 
 Shook with a nod the burning ikies, and faid, 
 (Heav'n's tott'ring concave bow'd, while all around 
 His wond 'ring holts Hood liiVning at the found.) 
 
 e( Depart, yedamn'd! 'tislpronounceyourdoom: 
 ** 'Tis I, the God who form'd you in the womb : 306 
 " 'Tis I, who left each fofter fcene above, 
 " Left the warm bofom of celeflial Love, 
 " Left heav'n's bright domes, and fought the climes 
 
 " beneath, 
 " Left all— for fcorn, contempt, and pangs, and death. 
 " Ingrate ! O ! tell the vaft, th' unpity'd woes, 3 1 1 
 " The pangs I bore, to fave my mortal foes ! 
 " Say, when beneath th' opptelfive weight difmay'd, 
 " Did e'er your hand fupport my drooping head ? 
 " When oft I've wept, in all my counfels foil'd, 315 
 " Like fome fond parent o'er an only child - y 
 " Did you, when wretched, helplefs, peniive, poor, 
 " Or foothe my grief, or ope the friendly door ? 
 " What more than Rage your flinty bofoms arm'd ? 
 il When deaf to Love, by Vengeance .not alarm'd ! 
 
 E 4 , " How 
 
 33 % . — beneath th y cpprejjt<ue weight, chofe to give the fentiment this turn, 
 
 &<:.] See Matth. xxv. from verfe42 - > as a nearer refemblance mull have 
 
 316. Like fotne fend parent, &c] fallen infinitely fhort of the original, 
 
 This has fome remote allufion to our in which the fimplicity, pathos, and 
 
 Saviour's pathetic complaint over delicate beauty of allegory, will need 
 
 Jtrufalem, Match, xxiii. f.$j. I no recommendation to a good judge.
 
 5 6 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 " How oft to win thy foul has Mercy flood ! 
 
 M To fright, how oft ftern Juftice red with blood ! 
 
 "■ Yet dill 'twas yours, unmov'd, unaw'd by all, 
 
 n To fpurn, to laugh at Pity's melting call -, 
 
 " Alike unheard my promife, threat'ning, fighs, 325 
 
 11 'Twas yours to fmile at fpeechlefs agonies ! 
 
 " Take theiij yr fiends, the wretches from my 
 fight i 
 H Take, fhroud them deep in everlafting night ; 
 " 'Mid ceafelefs torments, never to expire ; 
 <c To bear the racks of an eternal fire ; 330 
 
 " To feel whate'er an injur'd God can claim, 
 " My love rejected, and infulted name : 
 " Be this their doom." — Th' Almighty fpoke, and 
 
 frown'd, 
 Ileav'n heard, an4 hell's remoteft regions groan'd. 
 
 He fpoke: — 'twas done. — To make their millions 
 room, 
 The opening gulph difclos'd its burning womb ; 336 
 From its black bread the boiling fulphur broke, 
 And troops of fiends afcended thro' the fmo.ke, 
 As when his vengeance heav'n's Almighty pours, 
 He fpeaks ) - rT and lo! the forky thunder roars j 340 
 It burfts away, impetuous in its flight, 
 Till fome vaft cloud receives the glowing weight ; 
 
 w
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. S7 
 
 |t lowrs with frowns, the trembling nations gaze ; 
 
 It blots with night the fun's meridian rays ; 
 
 O'er the wide fides the rolling darknefs fpreads, 345 
 
 And hangs, incumbent horror ! o'er their heads : 
 
 At length the rattling vollies force their way, 
 
 The livid lightnings flam a paler day ; 
 
 O'er heav'n's blue arch the mounting flames alpire, 
 
 And all the wide horizon teems with fire. 350 
 
 A cloud thus lowring from his brow there came ; 
 So fpouts the deep with unremitting flame. 
 
 But, O ! my foul, th' amazing theme forbear, 
 Nor dare to paint what angels dread to hear : 
 Let heav'nly blifs thy cooler thoughts confine, 355 
 And fmooth with fofter fcenes the flowing line. 
 Yet flay ! — one moment bid the whole unfold, 
 Clear the bright gem from its furrounding mould : 
 To warm the bread:, and touch untninking youth, 
 An awful paufe may cull fome ufeful truth ; 360 
 May raife the paflions with becoming pride : 
 'Tis Virtue's call, nor be the call deny'd. 
 
 YVquld'st thou, man, avoid th' unbounded 
 woe ? 
 ^Vould'ft feel thy bread with endlefs raptures glow ? 
 
 Would'ft
 
 58 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Would'il thou with triumph hear the thunder roll, 365 
 
 That rocks the nodding earth from pole to pole ? 
 
 Retire ; — be deaf to Grandeur's vain alarm, 
 
 Its gilded darts, that fling thee, while they charm : 
 
 Let Life's gay fcenes engage thy foul no more, 
 
 Pomp, Beauty, Youth, the bubbles of an hour ! 370 
 
 Fix ev'ry thought on thy immortal part; 
 
 Bid heav'n attend ! — then trembling afk thy heart, 
 
 " How have I walk'd thro' all this mazy road ? 
 " How liv'd, to gain the plaudit of my GOD ? 
 " How fpoke ? how acted ? how improv'd the boon, 
 " On all beftow'd, from all refum'd fo foon ? 376 
 " Say, did I e'er o'er weeping Virtue groan, 
 " Return her tears, and make her grief my own ? 
 " Have I, unmov'd by Sorrow's frantic cries, 
 " Refus'd my help, my pity, or my fighs ? 380 
 
 Then 
 
 471. — en thy immortal part, &c] Tlmnvx^ 7*? /*<>» TlctTfox\ri&' SitXmo 
 Homer, (who, through his whole T^tj i^timsu. — Iliad, lib. 23. 
 Jliad, has introduced appofite re- 
 flections on the uncertainty of life, 'Tistrue, 'tis certain, man, tho' dead, 
 and the rewards or punifhments of a retains 
 
 future flatc), makes Achilles, after Part of bimfelf; th y immortal mind 
 awaking from a dream, in which he remains', 
 
 had fcen Patroclus, talk in this man- Theformfubfft siuitbout the body's aid, 
 
 ricr : Aerial femblance, and an empty Jhade ! 
 
 l\ «oxe«, n 5<* tk if« «) i« «iJ«o2op»ff'» This night my friendfo late in battle loft, 
 
 * V X* *z »to»*w» *r*\b\m\ ex in crjtft- Stood at my fide. - ■■ ■ — 
 w»*. Ton.
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 59 
 
 « Then hear, Great GOD, (fliouldft thou thy aid 
 
 detain, 
 
 " The nobleft wi(h, the beft refolve how vain !) 
 
 " Oh ! lend to p'roftrate duft thy willing ear I 
 
 " Hear, all ye faints ! and, ev'ry angel, hear ! 
 
 <c Should yet thy mercy give me years to come, 385 
 
 '< If not this hourconfigns me to the tomb, 
 
 " On thee alone each fond defire {hall reft, 
 
 " No rival love to mare it in my bread; 
 
 " I leave, vain world ! thy pleafures to thy friends, 
 
 tc The fool that afks them, and the grave that ends ; 
 
 (t Each fair, each dazzling object I refign; 391 
 
 fl Be thine my hopes ! and all my powers be thine !" 
 
 But lo ! my foul, the clouds at length are o'er; 
 The ftorms are calm'd, the thunders ceafe to roar : 
 See! blooming Love, as cloudlefs flues ferene, 39^ 
 Smiles heavnly fweet, and brightens all the fcene ! 
 
 So fome loud whirlwind, with reMIefs fweep, 
 Heaves the wild waves, and blackens on the deep; 
 The fainting mariners, with pale defpair, 
 Behold the ocean's boiling bofom bare : 400 
 
 When lo ! at once the raving winds fubfide, 
 A gentle breeze plays fmoothly o'er the tide ; 
 Now each, enraptur'd, views th' emerging ray, 
 JSow breathes delighted in th\e blaze of day ; 
 
 Groves,
 
 6* The DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 Groves, mountains, woods appear, a charming train 1 
 The fhip glides lightly thro' the liquid plain ; 406 
 The liquid plain refledls the waving beam, 
 And heav'n's fine azure glitters in the ftream. 
 
 Some feraph, teach my daring fong to rife, 
 O ! let me catch the mufic of the fkies; 410 
 
 Illume my breaft, exalt, refine the whole, 
 And pour melodious numbers on my foul. 
 
 What glories burft on my tranfported fight 1 
 What charms, with more than mortal beauty bright! 
 What anthems ring ! what melting lays infpire ! 415 
 What god-like angels ftrike the founding lyre ! 
 See ! ev'ry face the fofteft fmiles affume ! 
 How glows each feature with celeftial bloom ! 
 A bloom, untouched by all-devouring time ; 
 Like flow'rs that bloflbm in perpetual prime ! 420 
 Lo ! where in fight th' angelic armies move ! 
 See opening fair the balmy climes of love! 
 Bleft climes ! where Mufic ftrikes the warbling firing, 
 Where joy exulting fpreads his airy wing, 
 Where fhrin'd in blifs triumphant Beauty reigns, 425 
 And Spring's eternal blufh adorns the plains. 
 
 01
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT.- 61 
 
 O! could my ftrains with ev'ry grace appear, 
 Each thought that fires the foul, or charms the ear* 
 To me did ev'ry finer art belong, 
 The richefr. fancy, and the fweetefl fong, 430 
 
 This heav'nly theme th' harmonious voice mould raife, 
 Warm all my thoughts, and warble in my lays. 
 
 For lo ! He comes, a Victor o'er the grave,. 
 In triumph mild, exalted but to fave : 
 
 in 
 
 434. exalted but to fa-ve, &c] 
 
 As I have endeavoured, through the 
 whole of this poem, to point out 
 fuch parts of the facred writings, as 
 contain any (cTWiment peculiarly beau- 
 tifulon this awful fubjett ; the reader 
 will (I prefume) excufe me for fub- 
 joining to thefe oneobfervation more 
 on the following pafTage in Ifaiah.— 
 'Tis in his 63 d chapter, from the be- 
 ginning.— The prophet, from a view, 
 as it would feem, of our Saviour's 
 refurreclion, on beholding the feve- 
 ral circumftances at that moment 
 prefented to him, burfts into an ab- 
 rupt exclamation (a parallel to which 
 Mr. Hervey has finely illuflrated, 
 in a paraphrafe on Solomon's prayer 
 at the dedicationof his temple) "Who 
 " is this that cometh up from Edom, 
 " with dyed garments from Bozrah ? 
 •' this that is red in his apparel, tra- 
 " veiling in the greatnefs of hi3 
 
 «' ftrengtfh:" Obferve the grada- 
 tion : — the iirft queftion feems to 
 proceed from an indifHnct view of 
 the perfon, " who is this i u what 
 heavenly appearance difcovers itfelf 
 to my fenfes ? whom is it that I be- 
 hold in this majeftic attitude? He 
 then takes a particular furvey, and 
 defcribes him with more accuracy » 
 ■— >" this that cometh up with dyed 
 " garments." I fee (as if he had faid 
 with rapturous ardor) his eyes lpark- 
 ling with fury, and his garments 
 rolled in the blood of his enemies.—. 
 He then paints the dignity of his ap- 
 proach, •' travelling in the greatnefs 
 " of his flrength. — One would al- 
 moft imagine he viewed the majefty 
 of fome triumphant hero, reeking' 
 from (laughter, and elated with vic- 
 tory. — He at length advances fo near 
 as to make a reply; a reply, on which 
 every precedingcircumftance reflects
 
 6i tut DAY of JUDGMENT. 
 
 In crowds th' applauding hofts furround their Kirig; 
 They tune their harps, and touch the fineft firing. 436 
 Angelic concert ! mufically flow, 
 It fteals more foft, than vernal breezes blow : 
 Then fwells a fprightly note -, — all heav'n replies, 
 And labouring Echo rings it thro' the fkies. 440 
 
 Now, bright as heav'n > as mild Aurora fair, 
 (Whofe balmy breath perfumes the purer air,) 
 He rofe, with Mercy beaming from his fight, 
 Then fmil'd and look'd ineffable delight. 
 As when the nightingale's melodious love 445 
 
 Charms the ftill gloom, and fills the vocal grove ; 
 The lift'ning Zephyrs hovering while {he fings, 
 Catch ev'ry found, and waft it on their wings ; 
 Th' attentive fwains her moving accents hear, 
 That melt the heart, and harmonize the ear ; 450 
 Such, (while each bofom felt unbounded joys,) 
 Such Mufick ftream'd from his tranfporting voice : 
 (While warm'd with more than rapture at their doom, 
 Each cheek was flufh'd, like rofes in the bloom.) 
 
 " Come 
 
 a diftinft beauty. We would con- anfwer, " It is I that fpeak in righ- 
 
 clude, on perufing the firft part, that «« teoufnefs, mighty tofave !" What 
 
 the fcqucl was to rontainfome dread- an improvement is this on another 
 
 ful menace, or alarming threatning : paflage, where we are told, that " his 
 
 but how agreeably crs we furprifed " tender mercies are over all his 
 
 and difappointcd when we hear him " other works !" 
 
 7
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 63 
 
 " Come now, ye bleft! by heav'n, by me approv'd ! 
 Ye bleft of God ! my darlings, my belov'd ! 456 
 PofTefs whate'er your vaft defires can claim ; 
 Be endlefs praifes your eternal theme; 
 Tho' once you figh'd, be all your iighs no more ; 
 Tho' once you wept, your mourning days are o'er: 
 Nowraife thefong, begin th' immortal ftrain; 461 
 Guard them, ye angels, to th' etherial plain ; 
 Their harp, their voice let fofter themes employ, 
 And touch the heart, and crown the head with joy. 
 
 ** For this I left thefefkies, to dwell below; 465 
 " For this my foul felt all the flings of Woe; 
 " For this the fpear, with reeking purple dy'd, 
 " Op'd a wide wound, and lodg'd within my fide; 
 " For this defpis'd, forfook, deny'd, I flood, 
 " -Pour'd ceafelefs groans, and boughfcit with my blood ■? 
 " Delightful prize ! — to tafte its fweets, is thine : 471 
 " Yours all the blifs; to know the pain, was mine. 
 " But lo ! your vaft reward at length is nigh ; 
 " That dazzling Crowd awaits you in the fky ! 
 " Now boundlefs blifs mail all your grief repay, 475 
 «' Wipe off your tears, and give your fighs away." 
 
 Here 
 
 4^5. Come noiuye bleft, &c] See Matth. xxv. 34. 
 
 464. ——and crown the bead with joy, &c] See lfaiah xxxv. 10.
 
 64 Th* DAY of JUDGMENT* 
 
 Here paufe : — -no more by man can be expreft; 
 Ye faints, ye wond'ring feraphs tell the reft ! 
 As thro* the clouds fome towring eagle lprings, 
 And flies like lightning on impetuous wings ; 480 
 He views unmov'd the burning fun difplay'd : 
 The waving fire plays harmlefs round his head ; 
 Quick as a thought of the aereal mind, 
 To heav'n he mounts, and leaves the liars behind: 
 Thus, rapt at once from our attending view, 485 
 Thro' the broad gates the rifing Concourfe flew ; 
 Till far remov'd, fcarce to the diftant light 
 The Triumph glow'd, with fainter glories bright; 
 Afcending ftill, till it appear'd no more : 
 We look'd, and all the fwimming fcene was o'er. 490 
 
 But now (more charming than the rifing fun) 
 The blooming angel fmil'd, and thus begun : 
 Sweet as the towring lark's mellifluous fong, 
 The mehing accents warbled on his tongue ! 
 
 " Tis done: — for now that fhining train remov'd 
 " Enjoy the blifs, and praife the God they lov'd; 496 
 «' They live, they reign, eternally ferene> 
 " With not one cloud, to interpofe between, 
 " Say, when thy gazing eyes furvey'd the whole, 
 •• Did dawning rapture beam upon thy foul? 500 
 7 " Burns
 
 The DAY of JUDGMENT. 65 
 
 " Burns not thy fwelling breaft to join the choir? 
 " Is ev'ry Paflion wing'd with fond defire I 
 " Would'ft thou, with tranfport frr'd to mount abovct 
 " Afcend ? and melts not ev'ry thought with love? 
 
 Thkn, (all his frame with heav'nly glories bright 
 Each lovely feature glowing with delight !) • 506 
 He thus burn: out : — " O! who thy name can praife! 
 " What Angel's voice can tell thy wond'rous ways ! 
 " Lo ! on each lip the Hallelujah dies; 
 " We faint; an awful Rev'rence fills the fkies : 510 
 " All, humbly bending to Almighty pow'r, 
 " In proflrate lilence tremble and adore !" 
 
 He faid : — and mounting to the realms of day, 
 Spread his refplendent wings and foar'd away. 
 
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 ODE to MELANCHOLY. 
 
 c^ * 3 *^ AIL queen of thought fublime! propi* 
 T t x T tious Power, 
 * 11 1 Who o'er th' unbounded wafte art joy a 
 
 <i &c*»gr to roam, 
 
 Led by the Moon, when at the midnight hour 
 Her pale rays tremble thro' the dufky gloom. 
 
 O bear me, Goddefs, to thy peaceful feat ! 
 Whether to Hecla's cloud-wrapt brow convey'd, 
 Or lodg'd, where mountains fcreen thy deep retreat, 
 Or wandering wild thro' Chili's boundlefs fhade. 
 
 F 3 Say,
 
 7 o ODES, &c. 
 
 Say, rove thy fteps o'er Libia's naked wafte ? 
 Or feek fome diftant folitary more ? 
 Or on the Andes' topmoft mountain placed, 
 Do'ft fit, and hear the folemn thunder roar ? 
 
 Fix'd on fome hanging rock's projected brow, 
 Hear'ft Thou low murmurs from the diftant dome ? 
 Or ftray thy feet where pale dejected Woe 
 Pours her long wail from fome lamented tomb ? 
 
 Hark ! yon deep Echoe ftrikes the trembling ear ! 
 See Night's dun curtain wraps the darkfome pole ! 
 O'er heav'n's blue arch yon rolling worlds appear, 
 And roufe to folemn thought th' afpiring foul. 
 
 O lead my fteps beneath the Moon's dim ray, 
 Where Tadmor ftands all-defert and alone ! 
 While from Her time-fhook tow'rs, the bird of prey 
 Sounds thro' the night her long-refounding moan. 
 
 Or bear me far to yon bleak difmal plain, 
 Where fell-eyed Tygers all-athirft for blood 
 Howl to the defart j — while the horrid train 
 Roams o'er the wild where once great Babel flood. 
 
 That Queen of nations ! whofe fuperior call 
 Rouz'd the broad Eaft, and bid Her arms deftroy ! 
 4 When
 
 ODES, &c. yi 
 
 When warm'd to mirth — let Judgment markherFall, 
 And deep Reflection dam the lip of Joy. 
 
 Short is Ambition's gay deceitful dream ; 
 
 Though wreaths of blooming lawrel bind her brow, 
 
 Calm Thought difpels the vifionary fcheme, 
 
 And Time's cold breath diflfolves the withering bough. 
 
 Slow as fome Miner faps th' afpiring tow'r, 
 When working fecret with deftru&ive aim : 
 Unfeen, unheard, thus moves the ftealing Hour, 
 But works the fall of Empire, Pomp, and Name. 
 
 Then let thy pencil mark the traits of Man ; 
 Full in the draught be keen-eyed Hope pourtray'd ; 
 Let fluttering Cupids croud the growing plan : 
 Then give one touch, and dafh it deep with made* 
 
 Beneath the plume that flames with glancing rays, 
 Be Care's deep engines on the foul imprefs'd; 
 Beneath the helmet's keen refulgent blaze, 
 Let Grief lit pining in the canker'd breafl. 
 
 Let Love's gay fons, a fmiling train, appear, 
 With Beauty piere'd, — yet heediefs of the dart: 
 While clofely couch'd, pale fickning Envy near 
 Whets her fell fting, and points it at the heart. 
 
 F 4 Perch'4
 
 72 ODES, &c. 
 
 Perch'd like a raven on fome blafled yew, 
 Let Guilt revolve the thought-diftra&ing fin; 
 Scared, — while her eyes furvey th' etherial blue, 
 Left heav'n's llrong lightning buril the Dark within. 
 
 Then paint, — impending o'er the madening deep 
 That rock, where heart-ftruck Sappho vainly brave 
 Stood firm of foul ; — then from the dizzy fteep 
 Impetuous fprung, and dafh'd the boiling wave. 
 
 Here wrapt in ftudious thought let Fancy rove, 
 Still prompt to mark Sufpicion's fecret fnare; 
 To fee where Anguim nips the bloom of Love, 
 Or trace proud Grandeur to the domes of Care. 
 
 Should e'er Ambition's towering hopes inflame, 
 Let judging Reafon draw the veil afide i 
 Or fir'd with envy at fome mighty name, 
 Read o'er the monument that tells, — He dyed. 
 
 What are the enfigns of imperial fway ? 
 What all that Fortune's liberal hand has brought ? 
 Teach they the voice to pour a fweeter lay ? 
 Or rouze the foul to more exalted thought ? 
 
 When bleeds the heart as Genius blooms unknown, 
 When melts the eye o'er Virtue's mournful bier; 
 
 4 Not
 
 ODES, &c. 73 
 
 Not wealth, but Pity fwells the burfting groan, 
 Not pow'r, but whifpering Nature prompts the tear. 
 
 Say, gentle mourner, in yon mouldy vault, 
 Where the worm fattens on fome fcepter'd brow, 
 Beneath that roof with fculptur'd marble fraught, 
 Why fleeps unmoved the breathlefs duft below ? 
 
 Sleeps it more fweetly than the fimple fwain, 
 Beneath fome mofTy turf that refts his head ? 
 Where the 'lone Widow tells the Night her pain, 
 And Eve' with dewy tears embalms the dead. 
 
 The lily, fcreen'd from ev'ry ruder gale, 
 Courts not the cultur'd fpot where rofes fpring : 
 But blows neglected in the peaceful vale, 
 And fcents the zephirs balmy breathing wing. 
 
 The bufts of grandeur, and the pomp of pow'r, 
 Can thefe bid Sorrow's guming tears fubfide ? 
 Can thefe avail, in that tremendous hour, 
 When Death's cold hand congeals the purple tide ? 
 
 Ah no ! — tile mighty names are heard no more : 
 Pride's thought fublime and Beauty's kindling bloom 
 
 Serve
 
 74 ODES, &c. 
 
 Serve but to fport one flying moment o'er, 
 
 And fwell with pompous verfe the fcutchon'd tomb. 
 
 For me : — may Paffion ne'er my foul invade, 
 Nor be the whims of towering Frenzy giv'n ; 
 Let Wealth ne'er court me from the peaceful made, 
 Where Contemplation wings the foul to heav'n. 
 
 O guard me fafe from Joy's enticing fnare ! 
 With each extreme that Pleafure tries to hide, 
 The poifon'd breath of flow-confuming Care, 
 The noife of Folly, and the dreams of Pride, 
 
 But oft when Midnight's fadly folemn knell 
 Sounds long and diftant from the fky-top't tower ; 
 Calm let me fit in Profper's lonely cell *, 
 Or walk with Milton thro' the dark Obfcure. 
 
 Thus when the tranfient dream of life is fled, 
 May fome fad friend recall the former years ; 
 Then ftretch'd in filence o'er my dufty bed, 
 Pour the warm gufh of fympathetic tears. 
 
 • See Shakejpsar's Tempeft. 
 
 ODE
 
 Haifa r ,/,/, ft /cuff. 
 
 ODE to the Genius of SHAKESPEAR. 
 
 I. I. 
 
 APT from the glance of mortal eye, 
 Say burfts thy Genius to the world of light? 
 Seeks it yon ftar-befpangled iky ? 
 Or fkims it's fields with rapid flight ? 
 Or mid' yon plains where Fancy ftrays, 
 Courts it the balmy-breathing gale ? 
 Or where the violet pale 
 Droops o'er the green-embroider'd ftream ; 
 Or where young Zephir ftirs the ruftling fprays, 
 Lyes all diflblv'd in fairy dream. 
 
 O'er
 
 76 ODES, &c. 
 
 O'er yon bleak defart's unfrequented round 
 
 See'ft: thou where Nature treads the deepening gloom, 
 
 Sits on yon hoary tow'r with ivy crown'd, 
 
 Or wildly wails o'er thy lamented tomb ; 
 
 Hear'fl: thou the folemn mulic wind along ? 
 
 Or thrills the warbling note in thy mellifluous fong ? 
 
 I. 2. 
 
 Oft while on earth 'twas thine to rove 
 Where'er the wild eyed Goddefs lov'd to roam, 
 To trace ferene the gloomy grove, 
 Or haunt meek Quiet's fimple dome ; 
 Still hovering round the Nine appear, 
 That pour the foul-tranfporting drain -, 
 Join'd to the Loves' gay train, 
 The loofe-robed Graces crown'd with flow'rs, 
 The light- wing'd gales that lead the vernal year, 
 And wake the rofy-featured Hours. 
 O'er all bright Fancy's beamy radiance fhone, 
 How flam'd thy bofom as her charms reveal! 
 Her fire-clad eye fublime, her ftarry zone, 
 Her trefles looie that wanton'd on the gale; 
 On Thee the Goddefs fix'd her ardent look, 
 Then from her glowing lips thefe inciting accents 
 broke. 
 
 I. i.
 
 D E S, &c, 77 
 
 I. 
 
 " To Thee, my favourite fon, belong 
 
 " The lays that ileal the liftening hour; 
 
 *' To pour the rapture-darting fong 
 
 " To paint gay Hope's elyfian bower. 
 
 " From Nature's hand to fnatch the dart, 
 
 u To cleave with pangs the bleeding heart ; 
 
 " Or lightly fweep the trembling firing, 
 
 " And call the Loves with purple wing 
 
 " From the blue deep where they dwell 
 
 " With Naiads in the pearly cell, 
 
 " Soft on the fea-born Goddefs gaze * ; 
 
 «' Or in the loofe robe's floating maze, 
 
 " Diflblv'd in downy flumbers refl ; 
 
 *' Or flutter o'er her panting bread. 
 
 " Or wild to melt the yielding foul, 
 
 " Let Sorrow clad in fable flole 
 
 " Slow to thy mufing thought appear} 
 
 " Or penfive Pity pale ; 
 
 «< Or Love's defponding tale 
 
 « e Call from th'intender'd heart thefympathetic tear.* 
 
 * Venus. 
 
 II. I.
 
 78 ODES, &c. 
 
 II. i. 
 
 Say, whence the magic of thy mind ? 
 
 Why thrills thy muiic on the fprings of thought ? 
 
 Why, at thy pencil's touch rcfin'd 
 
 Starts into life the glowing draught ? 
 
 On yonder fairy carpet laid, 
 
 Where Beauty pours eternal bloom, 
 
 And Zephir breathes perfume ; 
 
 There nightly to the tranced eye 
 
 Profufe the radiant goddefs ftood difplay'd, 
 
 With all her fmiling offspring nigh. 
 
 Sudden the mantling cliff, the arching wood, * 
 
 The broidered mead, the landflup, and the grove, 
 
 Hills, vales, and fky-dipt feas, and torrents rude, 
 
 Grots, rills and fhades, and bowers that breath'd of 
 
 love 
 All burft to fight ! — while glancing on the view, 
 Titania's fporting train brufh'd lightly o'er the dew. 
 
 II. 2. 
 
 The pale-eyed Genius of the made 
 
 Led thy bold ftep to Profper's magic bower; 
 
 Whofe
 
 ODES, OV. 79 
 
 Whofe voice the howling winds obey'd, 
 Whofe dark fpell chain'd the rapid hour : 
 Then rofe ferene the fea-girt ifle ; 
 Gay fcenes by Fancy's touch refin'd 
 Glow'd to the mufing mind : 
 Such vilions blefs the hermit's dream, 
 When hovering Angels prompt his placid fmile, 
 Or paint fome high ecftatic theme. 
 Then flam'd Miranda on th' enraptur'd gaze, 
 Then fail'd bright Ariel on the bat's fleet wing : 
 Or flarts the lift'ning throng in ftill amaze ! 
 The wild note trembling on th' aerial firing ! 
 The form in heav'n's refplendent vefture gay 
 Floats on the mantling cloud, and pours the melting 
 lay*. 
 
 ii. 3 . 
 
 O lay me near yon limpid ftream, 
 Whofe murmur foothes the ear of Woe ! 
 There in fome fweet poetic dream 
 Let Fancy's bright Elyfium glow ! 
 'Tis done : — o'er all the blufhing mead 
 The dark Wood makes his cloudy head ; 
 
 Below, 
 
 * Ariel : fee the Tcmpeft.
 
 So ODES, tfc. 
 
 Below, the lily-fringed dale. 
 
 Breathes its mild fragrance on the gale ; 
 
 While in paftime all-unfeen, 
 
 Titania robed in mantle green 
 
 Sports on the mofly bank : — her train 
 
 Skims light along the gleaming plain ; 
 
 Or to the fluttering breeze unfold 
 
 The blue wing ftreak'd with beamy gold ; 
 
 Its pinions opening to the light !— 
 
 Say, burfts the vifion on my fight ? 
 
 Ah, no ! by Shakefpsar's pencil drawn 
 
 The beauteous fhapes appear ; 
 
 While meek-eyed Cynthia near 
 
 Illumes with dreamy ray the filver-mantled lawn *. 
 
 III. I. 
 
 But hark ! the Tempeft howls afar ! 
 
 Burfts the loud whirlwind o'er the pathlefs wafte ! 
 
 What Cherub blows the trump of war ? 
 
 What Demon rides the flormy blaft ? 
 
 Red from the lightnings livid blaze, 
 
 The bleak heath rumes on the fight ; 
 
 Then wrapt in fudden night 
 
 Diflblves. — But ah ! what kingly form 
 
 Roams the lone defart's defolated maze-f ! 
 
 Unaw'd ! 
 
 • See the Midfummer Night's Dream. f Lear.
 
 ODES, &c. 81 
 
 Unaw'd ! nor heeds the fweeping ftorm. 
 
 Ye pale-eyed Lightnings fpare the cheek of Age ! 
 
 Vain wifh; — though Anguifh heaves the burning 
 
 groan. 
 Deaf as the flint, the marble ear of Rage 
 Hears not the Mourner's unavailing moan : 
 Heart-pierc'd he bleeds, and flung with wild defpair 
 Bares his time-blafted head, and tears his filver hair. 
 
 III. 2. 
 
 Lo! on yon long-refounding fhore, 
 Where the rock totters o'er the headlong deep; 
 What phantomes bathed in infant gore 
 Stand muttering on the dizzy fleep ! 
 Their murmur makes the zephir's wing ! 
 The ftorm obeys their pow'rful fpell ; 
 See, from His gloomy cell 
 Fierce Winter ftarts ! his fcowling eye 
 Bloats the fair mantle of the breathing Spring, 
 And lowers along the ruffled fky. 
 To the deep vault the yelling harpies run *, 
 Its yawning mouth receives th' infernal crew. 
 Dim thro' the black gloom winks the glimmering fun, 
 And the pale furnace gleams with brimftone blue. 
 
 G Hell 
 
 * The Witches in Macbeth.
 
 8a ODES, &c. 
 
 Hell howls : and fiends that join the dire acclaim 
 Dance on the bubbling tide, and point the livid flame. 
 
 m. 3 . 
 
 But ah ! on Sorrow's cyprefs bough 
 Can Beauty breathe her genial bloom ? 
 On Death's cold cheek will Pafllon glow ? 
 Or Mufic warble from the tomb ? 
 There fleeps the Bard, whofe tuneful tongue 
 Pour'd the full ftream of mazy fong. 
 Young Spring with lip of ruby, here 
 Showers from her lap the blufhingyear ; 
 While along the turf reclin'd, 
 The loofe wing fwimming on the wind, 
 The Loves with forward gefture bold, 
 Sprinkle the fod with fpangling gold ; 
 And oft the blue-eyed Graces trim 
 Dance lightly round on downy limb -, 
 Oft too, when Eve' demure and ftill 
 Chequers the green dale's purling rill, 
 Sweet Fancy pours the plaintive (train, 
 Or wrapt in foothing dream, 
 By Avon's ruffled ltream, 
 
 Hears the low-murmuring gale that dies along the 
 plain. 
 
 ODE
 
 IWa/Jtfr./e/.etfrafr. 
 
 ODE 
 
 to 
 
 T I M E, 
 
 Occafion'd by feeing the Ruins of an 
 Old Castle. 
 
 THOU who mid' the world-involving 
 
 gloom, 
 Sit' ft on yon folitary fpire ! 
 Or flowly fhak'ft the founding dome, 
 Or hear 'ft the wildly-warbling lyre ; 
 Say when thy milling foul 
 Bids diftant times unroll, 
 And marks the flight of each revolving year, 
 
 G 2 Of
 
 84 ODES, &c. 
 
 Of years vvhofe flow-confuming power 
 
 Has clad with mofs yon leaning tower, 
 
 That faw the race of Glory run, 
 
 That mark'd Ambition's fetting fun, 
 
 That (hook old Empire's tow'ring pride, 
 
 That fwept them down the floating tide, 
 
 Say when thefe long-unfolding fcenes appear, 
 
 Streams down thy hoary cheek the pity-darting tear ? 
 
 I. 2. 
 
 Cafl: o'er yon tracklefs wade thy wand'ring eye : 
 Yon Hill whofe gold illumin'd brow 
 Juft trembling thro' the bending fky, 
 O'erlooks the boundlefs wild below; 
 Once bore the branching wood 
 That o'er yon murm'ring flood 
 Hung wildly-waving to the milling gale; 
 The naked heath with mofs o'ergrown, 
 That hears the 'lone owl's nightly moan, 
 Or.ce bloom'd with Summer's copious (lore, 
 Once rais'd the lawn-befpangling flow'r, 
 Or hear'd fome Lover's plaintive lay, 
 When by pale Cynthia's iilver ray, 
 All wild he wander' d o'er the lonely dale, 
 And taught the lift'ning moon the melancholy tale. 
 
 I- 3-
 
 ODES, t$c. 85 
 
 I- 3- 
 
 Ye wilds where heav'n-rapt Fancy roves, 
 Ye fky-crown'd hills, and folemn groves ! 
 Ye low-brow'd vaults, ye gloomy cells ! 
 Ye caves where night-bred Silence dwells J 
 Ghofts that in yon lonely hall, 
 Lightly glance along the wall ; 
 Or beneath yon ivy'd tow'r, 
 At the filent mid-night hour, 
 Stand array 'd in fpotlefs white, 
 And ftain the dufky robe of Night ; 
 Or with flow folemn paufes, roam 
 O'er the long, founding, hollow dome ! 
 Say mid yon defert' folitary round, 
 When Darknefs wraps the boundlefs ipheres, 
 Does ne'er, fome difmal dying found 
 On Night's dull ferious ear rebound, 
 That mourns the ceafelefs lapfe of life-confuming 
 years ? 
 
 II. I. 
 
 O call th' infpiring glorious hour to view, 
 When Caledonia's martial train, i 
 
 G 3 Fr j
 
 S6 ODES, Gfr. 
 
 From yon fleep rock's high-arching brow 
 
 Pour'd on the heart-ftruck flying Dane ! 
 
 When War's blood-tin&ur'd fpear 
 
 Hung o'er the trembling rear; 
 
 When light-heel'd Terror wing'd their headlong 
 
 flight : 
 Yon Tow'rs then rung with wild alarms ! 
 Yon Defert gleam'd with mining arms ! 
 While on the bleak hill's brightning fpire, 
 Bold VicYry flam'd, with eyes of fire ; 
 Her limbs celeftial robes infold, 
 Her wings were ting'd with fpangling gold, 
 She fpokc : — her words infus'd refifllefs might, 
 And warm'd the bounding heart, and rous'd the foul 
 
 of fight. 
 
 II. 2. 
 
 But ah, what hand the fmiling profped brings ! 
 
 What voice recalls th' expiring day ! 
 
 See darting fwift on eagle-wings, 
 
 The glancing Moment burfts away ! 
 
 So from fome mountain's head, 
 
 In mantling gold array'd, 
 
 While bright-ey'd Fancy flands in fweet furprize ; 
 
 The vale where mufing Quiet treads, 
 
 The flow'r-clad lawns, and bloomy meads, 
 
 Or,
 
 ODES, &c. 87 
 
 Or ftreams where Zephyr' loves to ftray 
 Beneath the pale Eve's twinkling ray; 
 Or waving woods detain the fight : — 
 — When from the gloomy cave of Night 
 Some cloud fweeps fhadowy o'er the dulky fkies, 
 And wraps the flying fcene that fades, and fwims, 
 and dies. 
 
 11. 3 . 
 
 Lo ! riiing from yon dreary tomb, 
 
 What fpectres ftalk acrofs the gloom ! 
 
 With haggard eyes, and vifage pale, 
 
 And voice that moans with feeble wail ! 
 
 O'er yon long refounding plain, 
 
 Slowly moves the folemn train > 
 
 Wailing wild with fhrieks of woe 
 
 O'er the bones that reft below ! 
 
 While the dull Night's ftartled ear 
 
 Shrinks, agnail with thrilling fear ! 
 
 Or ftand with thin robes wafting foon, 
 
 And eyes that blaft the fick'ning moon ! 
 
 Yet thefe, ere Time had roll'd their years away, 
 
 Ere death's fell arm had mark'd its aim j 
 
 Rul'd yon proud tow'rs with ample fway, 
 
 Beheld the trembling fwains obey* 
 
 And wrought the glorious deed that fwell'd the trump 
 
 of Fame, 
 
 G 4 III. 1.
 
 88 ODES, &c. 
 
 III. i. 
 
 But why o'er thefe indulge the burfling figh r 
 Feels not each fhrub the Tempeft's pow'r ? 
 Rocks not the dome when whirl-winds fly ? 
 Nor fhakes the hill when thunders roar ? 
 Lo ! mould'ring, wild, unknown, 
 What Fanes, what Tow'rs o'erthrown, 
 What tumbling chaos marks the wafte of Time ! 
 I fee Palmyra's temples fall ! 
 Old Ruin fhakes the hanging wall ! 
 Yon wafte where roaming lions howl, 
 Yon aifle where moans the grey-ey'd Owl, 
 Shows the proud Perfian's great abode * : 
 Where fcepter'd once, an earthly God ! 
 His pow'r-clad arm controul'd each happier clime, 
 Where fports the warbling Mufe, and Fancy foars 
 fublime. 
 
 III. 2. 
 
 Hark ! — what dire found rolls murm'ring on the gale ? 
 Ah ! what foul-thrilling fcene appears ! 
 
 I 
 
 * Perfcpolis.
 
 ODES, &c. 89 
 
 I fee the column'd arches fail ! 
 
 And ftructures hoar, the boaft of years ! 
 
 What mould'ring piles decay 'd 
 
 Gleam thro' the moon-ftreak'd made, 
 
 Where Rome's proud Genius rear'd her awful brow ! 
 
 Sad monument ! — Ambition near, 
 
 Rolls on the dufl and pours a tear j 
 
 Pale Honour drops the flutt'ring plume, 
 
 And Conqueft weeps o'er Caefar's tomb, 
 
 Slow Patience fits with eye depreft, 
 
 And Courage beats his fobbing breaft; 
 
 Ev'n War's red cheek the guming ftreams o'erflow, 
 
 And Fancy's lift'ning ear attends the plaint of Woe. 
 
 in. 3 . 
 
 Lo on yon Pyramid fublime, 
 
 Whence lies Old Egypt's defert clime, 
 
 Bleak, naked, wild ! where Ruin low'rs, 
 
 Mid' Fanes, and Wrecks, and tumbling tow'rs : 
 
 On the fteep height wafte and bare, 
 
 Stands the Pow'r with hoary hair ! 
 
 O'er His fcythe He bends -, — His hand 
 
 Slowly makes the flowing fand, 
 
 While the Hours, an airy ring 
 
 Lightly flit with downy wing ; 
 
 And
 
 go ODES, &c. 
 
 And fap the works of man ; — and made 
 With iilver'd locks his furrow'd head ; 
 Thence rolls the mighty Pow'r His broad furvey, 
 And feals the Nations awful doom ; 
 He fees proud Grandeur's meteor-ray, 
 He yields to Joy the feftive day ; 
 Then fweeps the lengthening made, and marks them 
 for the tomb. 
 
 ODE
 
 A. Walter del. e/Jhuty. 
 
 ODE to SLEEP. 
 
 I. 
 
 gjfflfgWEET God of eafe, whofe opiate breath 
 Pour'd gently o'er the heaving breaft -, 
 Steals like the folemn hand of Death ; 
 
 And fheds the balm of vifionary reft ; 
 
 Come with ev'ry pow'rful fpell 
 
 From the hermit's gloomy cell, 
 
 From the fwallow's mofly bed, 
 
 When bleak Winter blafts the mead ; 
 
 Come with Night's cold, cloudy brow, 
 
 With fky-rob'd Thought demure, and flow, 
 
 With
 
 9 2 ODES, &c. 
 
 With Reft that charms the droufy air, 
 
 And folds the wakeful eyes of melancholy Care, 
 
 O by thy robe of pureft white, 
 
 Thy trefles bound with fun'ral yew, 
 
 Thy voice that foothes the ear of night, 
 
 Thine ebon' rod that fweeps the pearly dews 
 
 By the pale moon's trembling beam, 
 
 By the ghofts on Lethe's ftream -, 
 
 By the filent folemn gloom, 
 
 By the beetle's droufy hum, 
 
 By the zephyr's dying breath, 
 
 When fleeps the ruffled wave beneath ; 
 
 By the long voice of murm'ring feas, 
 
 Lull each repofing fenfe in calm oblivious eafe. 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 Pour on my foul the fweetly melting lay, 
 That once on Argus could prevails 
 When footh'd by Hermes' wond'rous tale, 
 Each liftning fenfe diflblv'd and. dy'd away : 
 Lull'd by the magic doubling found, 
 Slow-ftealing Slumber lock'd his iron bread ; 
 
 His
 
 ODES, &c, 93 
 
 His thoughts in fweet delirium drown'd, 
 
 His falling arms the God confeft; 
 
 On his numb'd ear remote and dull, 
 
 The hollow murmur feebly ftole ; 
 
 O'erpower'd at laft he yields the beauteous prize, 
 
 And drops fupinely down, and folds an hundred eyes. 
 
 Then too let bold-ey'd Fancy come, 
 
 With brightning look and bofom bare ; 
 
 Her features flufh'd with vivid bloom, 
 
 With fluttering wings, and loofely-flowing hair : 
 
 Then let all the burfling foul 
 
 Boldly dart from pole to pole ; 
 
 Starting from the airy fteep, 
 
 Lightly fkim the wavy deep; 
 
 Up the rough rock let me climb, 
 
 'Till thy ftrong voice with note fublime 
 
 Wakes, fires, and thrills with rapid ftrains, 
 
 And leads the lighten'd mind to loft Elyfian plains. 
 
 Yet then let no fantaftic tale; 
 
 No ruder thought difturb the dream ; 
 
 But
 
 94 ODES, &c. 
 
 But bear me to yon lonely dale, 
 
 Where weeps the willow o'er the murm'ring ftream: 
 
 Or where in the bow'ry made 
 
 Quiet leans her drooping head, 
 
 Where from yonder cave beneath 
 
 Sweeps the wild wind through the heath, 
 
 Or with notes that deeply move, 
 
 Wake all the tuneful foul of Love ; 
 
 Let bright Luanda's charms arife, 
 
 With all the dazzling flame, the lightningof her eyes. 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 Then on the rapid wings of Fancy born, 
 Bold let me foar with {teddy flight, 
 Where burfls the radiant blaze of light; 
 Or where Aurora fheds the rofy morn : 
 Or lead me where the warbling Nine, 
 With flying fingers fweep the melting lyre ; 
 There foothe with harmony divine, 
 Or nobly breathe celeftial fire. 
 Or in the foft Idalian grove, 
 With all the Graces let me rove, 
 Where gay Anacreon haunts the genial bow Y, 
 And crowns the bluming nymph with ev'ry balmy 
 flow'r. 
 
 c. Oft
 
 ODES, &c. 95 
 
 Oft too with Spencer let me tread 
 The fairy field where Una ftrays ; 
 Or loll in Pleafure's flow'ry bed *, 
 Or burfi: to heav'n in Milton's high-wrought lays. 
 Or on Ariel's airy wing, 
 Let me chafe the young-ey'd Spring, 
 Where the powder'd cowflips bloom, 
 Where the wild thyme breathes perfume : 
 Or with folemn fteps, and fad, 
 Slow let me haunt the deepning fhade, 
 Where Richard, thro' the opening ground 
 Beheld the white-rob'd Ghoft, andmark'd thegufhing 
 wound. 
 
 6. 
 
 Come, gentle God, with magic wand 
 
 Of pow'r to calm the foul of Care : 
 
 From Envy's grafp to loofe the brand, 
 
 Or lull th' envenom'd fnakes that prompt Defpair : 
 
 Bring the Vifion's airy fhow, 
 
 Yews that wave o'er Lethe flow, 
 
 Glimm'ring 
 
 * See Thomson's Cattle of Indolence-
 
 96 ODES, &c. 
 
 Glimm'ring beams, and taper blue, 
 
 Rod, that drops with Stygian dew; 
 
 Sloth, on down fupinely laid, 
 
 And flow-ey*d Eafe that droops the head, 
 
 Pale Languor wrapt in thoughtlefs gaze, 
 
 And wild Oblivion loft: in Fancy's boundlefs maze. 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 See Night's dun robe involves the pathlefs wafte ! 
 Black clouds in heaps confus'dly thrown, 
 Roll awful o'er her gloomy throne : 
 While thro' the dark cave fweeps the whiftling blaft : 
 Yon car by boding ravens led, 
 Bears the 'lone Goddefs thro' the murky gloom; 
 Before flow Darknefs breathes her (hade, 
 And Reft forfakes the yawning tomb. 
 Around at Mid-night's folemn noon, 
 Rapt Fancy gazes on the moon : 
 Care folds her arms, nor knows th' unpleafing theme, 
 And Grief diiTolving {hares the fweetly-foothing 
 dream. 
 
 ODE
 
 A.WaUxr 4U. etJcu//L. 
 
 ODE to EVENING. 
 
 1EEK Power! whofe balmy-pinion'd gale 
 Steals o'er the flower-en amell'd dale; 
 Whofe voice in gentle whifpers near 
 
 Oft' fighs to Quiet's liftening ear; 
 
 As on her downy couch at reft, 
 
 By Thought's infpiring vifions blefl 
 
 She fits, with white-robed Silence nigh, 
 
 And mufing heaves her ferious eye, 
 
 H 
 
 Tq
 
 9 8 ODES, &c. 
 
 To mark the flow fun's glimmering ray, 
 
 To catch the laft pale gleam of day ; 
 
 Or funk in fweet repofe, unknown 
 
 Lies on the wild hill's van alone *, 
 
 And fees thy gradual pencil flow 
 
 Along the heav'n-illumined bow. 
 
 Come, Nymph demure, with mantle blue, 
 
 Thy treffes bath'd In balmy dew, 
 
 With ftep fmooth Hiding o'er the green, 
 
 The Graces breathing in thy mien ; 
 
 And thy vefture's gather'd fold 
 
 Girt with a zone of circling gold ; 
 
 And bring the harp, whofe folemn firing 
 
 Dies to the wild wind's murmuring wing ; 
 
 And the Nymph, whofe eye ferene 
 
 Marks the calm, breathing woodland fcene ; 
 
 Thought, mountain-fage ! who loves to climb, 
 
 And haunts the dark rock's fummit dim; 
 
 Let Fancy falcon-wing'd be near : 
 
 And through the cloud-enveloped iphere. 
 
 Where muling roams Retirement hoar, 
 
 Lull'd by the torrent's diftant roar ; 
 
 O bid with trembling light to glow 
 
 The raven-plume that crowns his brow. 
 
 Lo, where thy meek-ey'd train attend ! 
 Queen of the folemn thought defcend ! 
 
 O
 
 ODES, £V. 99 
 
 O hide me in romantic bowers ! 
 Or lead my flep to ruin'd towers ! 
 Where gleaming thro' the chinky door 
 The pale ray gilds the moulder'd floor : 
 While beneath the hallowed pile 
 J)eep in the defert Ihrieking ile 
 Rapt Contemplation ftalks along, 
 And hears the flow clock's pealing tongue; 
 Or mid' the dun difcoloured gloom, 
 Sits on fome Heroe's peaceful tomb, 
 Throws Life's gay glittering robe afide, 
 And tramples on the neck of Pride. 
 
 Oft fhelter'd by the rambling fprays, 
 Lead o'er the foreft's winding maze ; 
 Where through the mantling boughs, afar 
 Glimmers the filver-ftreaming ftar ; 
 And, fhower'd from every ruflling blade 
 The loofe light floats along the (hade : 
 So hovering o'er the human fcene 
 Gay Pleafure fports with brow ferene ; 
 By Fancy beam'd, the glancing ray 
 Shoots, flutters, gleams, and fleets away : 
 Unfettled, dubious, reftlefs, blind, 
 Floats all the bufy buftling mind j 
 While Memory's unftain'd leaves retain 
 No trace from all th' ideal train. 
 
 H 2 But
 
 ioo ODES, £f<r. 
 
 But fee the landfldp opening fair 
 Invites to breathe the purer air ! 
 O when the cowflip-fcented gale 
 Shakes the light dew-drop o'er the dale,- 
 When on her amber-dropping bed 
 Loofe Eafe reclines her downy head ; 
 How bleft ! by fairy-haunted ftream 
 To melt in wild ecflatic dream ! 
 Die to the pictured wifh, or hear 
 (Breathed foft on Fancy's trembling ear) 
 Such lays, by angel-harps refined, 
 As half unchain the fluttering mind, 
 When on Life's edge it eyes the more, 
 And all its pinions ftretch to foar. 
 
 Lo, where the fun's broad orb withdrawn 
 Skirts with pale gold the dufky lawn ! 
 While led by every gentler power, 
 Steals the flow, folemn, mufing hour. 
 Now from the green hill's purple broW 
 Let me mark the fcene below; 
 Where feebly-glancing thro' the gloom 
 Yon myrtle (hades the filent tomb : 
 Not far, beneath the evening beam 
 The dark Lake rolls his azure ftream, 
 Whofe bread: the fwan's white plumes divide, 
 Sfow-failing o'er the floating tide. 
 
 Groves,
 
 ODES, &c. 101 
 
 Groves, meads, and fpires, and forefts bare 
 Shoot glimmering thro' the mifly air ; 
 Dim as the vifion-pidtured bower 
 That gilds the faint's expiring hour, 
 When rapt to ecftacy, his eye 
 Looks thro' the blue etherial iky. 
 All heav'n unfolding to his light ! 
 Gay forms that fwim in floods of light ! 
 The fun-pav'd floor, "the balmy clime, 
 The ruby-beaming dome fublime, 
 The towers in glittering pomp difplay'd ;— *? 
 The bright {ccne hovers o'er his bed. 
 He ftarts : — but from his eager gaze 
 Black clouds obfeure the lefs'ning rays ; 
 On Memory ftill the fcene is wrought, 
 And lives in Fancy's featur'd thought. 
 
 On the airy mount reclin'd 
 What wimes foothe the muling mind ! 
 How foft the velvet lap of Spring ! 
 How fweet the Zephir's violet wing ! 
 Goddefs of the plaintive long, . 
 That leads the melting heart along; 
 O bid thy .voice of genial power 
 Reach Contemplation's lonely bower- 1 
 And call the Sage with tranced fight 
 To climb the mountain's fteepy height^ 
 
 H 3 To
 
 102 ODES, &c. 
 
 To wing the kindling wi(h, or fpread 
 O'er Thought's pale cheek enlivening red ; 
 Come hoary Power with ferious eye, 
 Whofe thought explores yon diftant 4ky ; 
 Now when the bufy world is ftill, 
 Nor Paflion tempts the wavering will, 
 When fweeter hopes each power controul, 
 And Quiet whifpers to the foul, 
 Now fweep from Life th' illufive train 
 That dance in Folly's dizzy brain : 
 Be Reafon's fimple draught pourtrayed, 
 Where blends alternate light and made; 
 Bid dimpled Mirth, with thought belied, 
 Sport on the bubble's glittering fide; 
 Bid Hope purfue the diftant boon, 
 And Frenzy watch the fading moon j 
 Paint Superftition's ftarting eye, 
 And Wit that leers with gefture fly, 
 Let Cenfure whet her venomed dart, 
 And green-eyed Envy gnaw the heart; 
 Let Pleafure lie on flowers reclin'd, 
 While Anguifh aims her fhaft behind. 
 
 Hail, Sire fublime, whofe hallow'd cave 
 Howls to the hoarfe deep's dafhing wave j 
 Thee Solitude to Phoebus bore, 
 Far on the lone deferted more, 
 
 Where
 
 ODES, &c. 105 
 
 Where Orellano's rufhing tide 
 
 Roars on the rock's projected fide. 
 
 Hence burfting o'er thy ripened mind, 
 
 Beams all the Father's thought refined : 
 
 Hence oft in iilent vales unfeen, 
 
 Thy footfteps prints the fairy green ; 
 
 Or thy foul melts to {trains of woe, 
 
 That from the willow's quivering bough 
 
 Sweet warbling breathe ; — the Zephirs round 
 
 O'er Dee's fmooth current waft the found, 
 
 When foft on bending ofiers laid 
 
 The broad fun trembling thro' the bed ; 
 
 All- wild thy heav'n-rapt Fancy {trays, 
 
 Led thro' the foul-diffolving maze, 
 
 Till Slumber downy-pinioned, near 
 
 Plants her ftrong fetlocks on thy ears 
 
 The foul unfetter'd burfts away, 
 
 /ind bafks enlarged in beamy day. 
 
 H 4 ODB
 
 1©$ O D E S, &c. 
 
 ODE to INNOCENCE. 
 
 J'HpWAS when the flow-declining ray 
 
 A Had ting'd the cloud with evening gold ; 
 No warbler pour'd the melting lay, 
 No found difturb'd the fleeping fold. 
 
 When by a murmuring rill reclin'd 
 Sat wrapt in thought a wandering fwain ,• 
 Calm Peace compos'd his mufing mind ; 
 And thus he rais'd the flowing ftrain. 
 
 ' Hail Innocence ! celeftial maid ! 
 
 * What joys thy blufhing charms reveal ! 
 
 * Sweet, as the arbour's cooling made, 
 « And milder than the vernal gale. 
 
 1 On Thee attends a radiant Quire, 
 
 1 Soft-fmiling Peace, and downy Reft ; 
 
 ' With Love that prompts the warbling Lyre, 
 
 * And Hope that foothes the throbbing breaft. 
 
 \ O fent from heav'n to haunt the grove, 
 
 * Where fquinting Envy ne'er can come ! 
 
 " Nqr
 
 ODES, &c. 105 
 
 " Nor pines the cheek with lucklefs love, 
 ** Nor Anguifh chills the living bloom. 
 
 " But fpotlefs Beauty rob'd in white 
 " Sits on yon mofs-grown hill reclin'd; 
 ** Serene as heav'n's unfully'd light, 
 " And pure as Delia's gentle mind. 
 
 " Grant, heav'nly power ! thy peaceful fway 
 " May ftill my ruder thoughts controul ; 
 " Thy hand to point my dubious way, 
 " Thy voice to foothe the melting foul. 
 
 " Far in the iliady fweet retreat 
 
 " Let Thought beguile the lingering hour j 
 
 " Let Quiet court the mony feat, 
 
 " And twining olives form the bower. 
 
 <( Let dove-ey'd Peace her wreath beftow, 
 «« And oft' fit liftening in the dale, 
 " While Night's fweet warbler from the bough. 
 " Tells to the grove her plaintive tale. 
 
 " Soft as in Delia's fnowy breaft, 
 " Let each confenting paffion move ; 
 " Let Angels watch its filent reft, 
 " And all its blifsful dreams be Love. 
 
 M I S-
 
 aojejGooGoaaoteis** xx. aaae********* 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 POEMS. 

 

 
 t *<?9 ) 
 
 ss- 
 
 , iii 1 . 1,'im ' , In n fegjr 
 
 The i 4 8 tb PSALM paraphrafed % 
 
 u 
 
 BEGIN, my foul, th' exalted lay, 
 Let each enraptured thought obey, 
 And praife th' Almighty's name ; 
 Lo ! heav'n, and earth, and feaSj and fkie$ 
 In one melodious concert rife 
 
 To fwell th' infpiring theme ! 
 
 11. Ye 
 
 * The Author of this paraphrafe 
 was greatly furprifed, upon looking 
 over the Chriftian Magazine for Sep- 
 tember 1 760, to find it inferted there, 
 with an elegant introdu&ory letter, 
 and afcribed to an EMINENT 
 PHYSICIAN. It was in truth 
 written by Mr. Ogilvie, when he was 
 very young, was originally printed 
 in the Scots Magazine for February 
 1753, and was dated from Edin- 
 burgh, where he happened at that 
 time to fpend the feafon for his edu- 
 cation. He is greatly miftaken, if 
 the initial letters of his name are not 
 fubjoined to the Poem. Some years 
 afterwards it was fent to an eminent 
 Englijb Book feller, f who if he happens 
 to read this note will recoiled the 
 faft] ; and as a few alterations were 
 
 made in that copy, which are adopted 
 verbatim in the Chriftian Magazine, 
 the Author finds, that bis manufcript > 
 and not the printed copy, has fallen 
 into the hands of fome very modeft 
 Gentleman. This affair is too tri- 
 fling to be treated ferioufly. Only 
 Mr. Ogilvie thought it necefTary to 
 affign the reafon for which it appears 
 in the prefent Collection. He owes 
 an acknowledgment to the perfon 
 who fent this piece to the Authors of 
 the Chriftian Magazine, for the high 
 panegyric which he is pleafed to 
 make on it ; but is afraid that he 
 will not receive an acknowledgment 
 from the EMINENT PHY- 
 SICIAN, for afcribing to HIM, 
 the performance of a boy of fix- 
 teen.
 
 no MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 ii. 
 Ye fields of light, celeflial plains, 
 Where gay tranfporting beauty reigns, 
 
 Ye fcenes divinely fair ! 
 Your Makers wondrous power proclaim, 
 Tell how he form'd your fhining frame. 
 
 And breath'd the fluid air. 
 
 in. 
 Ye Angels catch the thrilling found ! 
 While all th' adoring throngs around 
 
 His wond'rous mercy fing ; 
 Let every liftening faint above 
 Wake all the tuneful foul of love, 
 
 And touch the fweeteft firing. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Join, ye loud fpheres, the vocal choir ! 
 Thou dazzling Orb of liquid fire 
 
 The mighty Chorus aid : 
 Soon as grey Evening gilds the plain, 
 Thou Moon protract the melting ftrain, 
 
 And praife Him in the fhade. 
 
 v. 
 
 Thou Heav'n of heav'ns, His vaft abode, 
 Ye clouds proclaim your forming god ! 
 Ye Thunders fpeak His power ! 
 
 Loi
 
 POEMS. hi 
 
 Lo I on the Lightnings gleamy wing 
 In triumph walks th' Eternal King, 
 Th' aftonifh'd worlds adore *. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Whate'er the gazing eye can find, 
 That warms or foothes the muling mind, 
 
 United praife beftow ; 
 Ye Dragons found His dreadful name 
 To heav'n aloud, and roar acclaim 
 
 Ye fwelling Deeps below ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Let every element rejoice : 
 
 Ye Tempefts raife your mighty voice 
 
 To Him who bid you roll ! 
 His praife in fofter notes declare 
 Each whifpering breeze of yielding air, 
 
 And breathe it to the foul. 
 
 viii. To 
 
 * There is in this verfe four lines Whether thefe verfes (which are 
 
 wholly different both from Mr. Ogil- among the beft in the poem) were 
 
 vie's original manufcript and from the or were not inferted in the copy 
 
 printed copy. They are, as follows. fent to England, the Author cannot 
 
 —proclaim your forming God, Vofitlvely determine. He believes 
 
 Who call'd yon worlds from night! the y are his °wn. However he has 
 
 Ye (hades difpell ! — th' Eternal laid ; fubflituted four new lines in their 
 
 At once th' involving darknefs fled, place. 
 
 And Nature fprung to light.
 
 ii2 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 VIII. 
 
 To Him, Ye graceful cedars, bow ! 
 Ye towering Mountains, bending low, 
 
 Your great Creator own ! 
 Tell, when affrighted Nature (hook, 
 How Sinai kindled at His look, 
 
 And trembled at His frown. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Ye Flocks that haunt the humble vale, 
 Ye Infects fluttering on the gale, 
 
 In mutual concourfe rife ! 
 Crop the gay rofe's vermeil bloom, 
 And waft it's fpoils, a fweet perfume, 
 
 In incenfe to the ikies. 
 
 x. 
 Wake all, ye mounting throngs, and ling f 
 Ye plumy warblers of the Spring 
 
 Harmonious anthems raife, 
 To Him who fhap'd your finer mould, 
 Who tip'd your glittering wings with gold, 
 
 And tun'd your voice to praife. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Let man by nobler pamons fway'd, 
 The feeling heart, the judging head 
 In heav'nly praife employ* 
 
 Spread
 
 POEMS. 113; 
 
 Spread His tremendous name around, 
 Till heav'n's broad arch ring back the found, 
 The general burfl of joy. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Yc, whom the charms of grandeur pleafe, 
 Nurs'd on the filky lap of Eafe, 
 
 Fall proftrate at his throne ! 
 Ye Princes, Rulers, all adore ! 
 Praife Him, Ye Kings ! who makes your power 
 
 An image of His own. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Ye Fair, by nature form'd to move, 
 O praife th' eternal fource of love 
 With Youth's enlivening fire ! 
 Let Age take up the tuneful lay, 
 Sigh His bleft name ; — then foar away, 
 And afk an Angel's lyre. 
 
 VERSES
 
 ii4 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 V E R S E S fent to a L A D Y 
 
 with Voltaire's TEMPLE of TASTE. 
 
 IN thefe gay fcenes by glowing Fancy wrought, 
 See Genius bright'ning thro' the veil of Thought! 
 Each finim'd draught at once improves and warms, 
 Each feature breathes, and every picture charms; 
 The happy pencil long inured to pleafe 
 Joins (Irength with tafte, and elegance with eafe. 
 
 Mark in yon Temple's beamy domes reclin'd, 
 What forms all beauteous flrike th' enraptur'd mind, 
 The train whom Nature lent fuperior fire, 
 Who.ftole her air, her accent, and her lyre; 
 Who bid her form in breathing marble glow, 
 Who pour'd her tranfports, and who felt her woe, 
 Here rife, as Judgment points the road to Fame, 
 To j lifter manners, and a nobler aim : 
 Thought nicely-true the copious plan reviews, 
 And Fancy's hand fupplies enlivening hues ; 
 Warm from the tints the fwelling Figures rife, 
 And Life's blue beam illumes the fpeaking eyes ; 
 
 No
 
 POEMS. 115 
 
 No roughncd dam betrays th' unequal part, 
 Nor fhade ungraceful points the veil of art j 
 But Hope all-radiant fears to worlds of light. 
 While Judgment's temperate hand directs the flight, 
 Calm Senfe and Wifdom take their turn to rule, 
 And Reafon's piercing eye o'erlooks the foul. 
 
 Here Boileau marks the living draught refin'd, 
 The flame of Genius burfting o'er his mind*; 
 Yet jufr. to worth, attends the melting flrains 
 Whofe muiic ftream'd along Britannia's plains ; 
 He marks' the ruby'd lip that breathes perfume, 
 The cheek where beauty fpreads her genial bloom, 
 The throng that flutters round th' illumin'd hall, 
 The Satyr's venom'd fhaft, that drops with gall; 
 Then knows fuperior wit, though near the throne, 
 And hails the Bard whofe fkill furpals'd his own -j- . 
 
 See mighty Dacier foars in nobler lays J. 
 Each lawrel'd Ancient crowns her head with bays, 
 
 I 2 A 
 
 * It is generally allowed, that Rape of the Lock, is judged by the 
 
 imagination was not the predomi- beft Critics to have been wrote in an 
 
 nant faculty which characterized the higher tafte than the Lutrin. 
 
 wiitings of Boileau. He is therefore X See mighty Dacier &c] This La- 
 
 reprefented here as having attained dy's name is not mentioned by Vol- 
 
 that point in which he was princi- taire in his Temple of Talte, though 
 
 pally deficient. I confefs, I cannot fee with what rea- 
 
 t And bails the Bard, Sec] The fon me is omitted. It is true, in- 
 deed,
 
 li6 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 A tow'ring Genius ! whofe exalted name 
 Employs the tongue, and fwells the trump of Fame, 
 From Man, proud tyrant, with refiitlefs force 
 She fnatch'd the rein, and whirl'd it in the courfe ; 
 With eagle-fpeed purfued th' expected prey, 
 Then caught and bore the glorious prize away. 
 Here through Reflection's clearer glafs difplay'd 
 She marks the mingling ltreaks of light and fhade, 
 Obferves defects, by cool experience taught, 
 And blames with reafon, or approves with thought. 
 
 What need I Voiture's eafier tafk recite, 
 Whofe work contracted beams with faultlefs wit ; 
 Or paint Racine whofe chaft'ned /train improves, 
 Or Molliere, fportingwith the Smiles and Loves; 
 Fontaine, whofe wit from Nature's fund was ftole, 
 Or bold Corneille who florins, and tears the foul. 
 
 Lost in the radiance of diffolving light, 
 Ten thoufand beauties opening on my fight, 
 My fainting mufe deferts th' unequal theme 
 Pleafed with fome gentler note, and humbler name ; 
 
 She 
 
 deed, that fhe is rather a tranflator out difcovering in both the force of 
 
 than an original writer. Few readers an exaft judgment, joined to that 
 
 however of fenfibility will perufe her feeling of poetic beauty which is (o 
 
 tranflation aid remarks on the Iliad, often found to predominate in this 
 
 or onAriltodc's Artof Poetry, with- amiable fex.
 
 POEMS. uy 
 
 She feels, (the glowing traits confufedly fccn) 
 The heat too piercing, and the ray too keen. 
 
 Thus in fome fields where Art and Nature join, 
 (Such are thy gardens Stowe, and Seaton *, thine 
 Where from yon mount, a plan by Tafte defign'd, 
 Reflects an image of the Matter's mind ;) 
 Where'er I look the blufh of Beauty glows, 
 The foreft brightens, or the garden blows ; 
 Groves, ftreams, and trees their chequer'd pride difplay, 
 And melting mufic fleals the foul away. 
 
 'Tis your's each work of genius to review, 
 Who know falfe beauties, and admire the true; 
 You blefr. by nature with fuperior fkill, 
 An eve to mark them, and an heart to feel, 
 A foul illumed by Reafon's gentle rays, 
 Serene, not ftrong, and bright without a blaze ; 
 Intent to know, and yet polite to pleafe, 
 Who read with judgement, and who write with eafe. 
 Ev'n mine, a bafhful mufe untaught and young, 
 That fports, not warbles in the tuneful throng, 
 Waked by this theme can ftrike the trembling firings, 
 And feebly flutters with unequal wings; 
 
 I 3 So 
 
 * Such are thy gardens Sec. or Sea- which belongs to a Gentleman near 
 tea thine] An elegant country feat, Aberdeen,
 
 u8 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 So ibme pale flower reclines its drooping head, 
 And lies unfeen, neglected in the fhade, 
 Yet touch'd with lightning by the blaze of noon, 
 Unfolds its leaves, and bloflbms in the fun. 
 
 A TOWN
 
 POEMS. 119 
 
 A TOWN ECLOGUE* 
 
 IR'D with the ra?-e that warms a Coxcomb's mind, 
 When curls are awkward, or the fair unkind; 
 When fpurn'd and kick'd by all the tinfel throng, 
 Or, frill more dreadful, when a patch is wrong; 
 Poor Florio late deplor'd his mighty woe, 
 With all the fury of an angry beau. 
 
 Alone, and mufing on the wrongs of fate 
 Fix'd deep in thought the gloomy Heroe fat ; 
 One hand his cane fuftain'd, (of magic power;) 
 One twirl'd his box, but dropt it on the floor : 
 'Twas then within the gilded covering hid 
 Thy Form Belinda rtarted from the lid. 
 Paint, ruffles, lace were call'd to eafe his pain, 
 But ruffles, lace, and paint were call'd in vain. 
 In vain unhappy ! o'er thy bofom fpread 
 With figured iilver flam'd the gay brocade; 
 In vain, to rouze thy drooping thoughts, combine 
 Gums, feathers, patches, plays, novels, and wine : 
 
 I 4 Unmov'd 
 
 * The incidents mentioned in this culous in chara&ers, but not to ap- 
 piece are wholly fictitious. The propriate the ridicule to particular 
 Author intended to paint the ridi- perrons.
 
 120 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Unmov'd he flood ; — till ftruck with fierce defpair 
 He rav'd, he ftamp'd, he frown'd, he tore his hair ; 
 The curls flew loofe, and fcattering thro* the room, 
 Exhaled a cloud of powder and perfume. 
 Thrice ere he fpoke, he wiped the fwimming eye, 
 And thrice (ye gods, how ftrange!) was heard to figh ; 
 At lad with fury fwcll'd th' indignant man, 
 He bit his quivering lip, and thus began. 
 
 " Gods ! have I liv'd to this detefted hour, 
 u When Paffion ftorms with unrefifted power ! 
 " Baulk'd in my wifhes ; from my views remov'd 
 " By thofe who loved me once, or faid they lov'd. 
 " Was it for this I learn'd thefe arts before, 
 " DrelVd, lov'd, fung, danc'd, fought, whored, 
 
 " rhimed, drunk, and fwore. 
 " For this I taught the fpeaking look to kill, 
 " And fpent whole years at ombre and quadrille -, 
 " Fired with a graceful mien th' admiring Fair, 
 " And oped the fnufr-box with a charming air ! 
 ff Have I i'o long purfued the lovely prize, 
 *f And felt the lightning of Belinda's eyes, 
 " Patch'd, powder'd, painted, ufed a clouded cane, 
 ** Wrote billet-doux, fighed, ogled ; — all in vain ! 
 " While 2X the goal my happier rivals run, 
 ff (So glittering infedts court a fummer fun) 
 
 ff While
 
 POEMS. 121 
 
 •« While thefe are buzzing in the Charmer's ear, 
 
 " Am I, and I alone, to feel defpair ? 
 
 " Muft I be doom'd her vengeance to deplore, 
 
 *« By her moft hated, whom I moll adore ?" 
 
 " Yet, how our fond deluding hopes beguile ! 
 €t Thefe eyes have feen the frowning Beauty fmile, 
 " With charms refplendent flame divinely bright, 
 " And warm th' exulting heart with keen delight." 
 
 " O could my wifh the happier years recall, 
 When once I fhone diftinguifh'd in the ball ! 
 Then as I pafs'd the pointing circle bowed ; 
 'Twas then my drefs prefcribed the reigning mode. 
 Then crouds with wonder eyed me, as 1 mov'd, 
 The beaus all envied, and the belles approv'd. 
 Now, fad reverfe ! my cares are all return'd 
 With proud difdain, neglected, hifs'd or lpurn'd; 
 They fee me wretched, and but laugh the more, 
 Though love invites, and billet doux implore." 
 
 " Though once this mien has boafted to infpire, 
 " And melt ev'n frozen bofoms with defire -, 
 t( Though once thefe eyes, practifed in every art, 
 ff Have charm'd the prude, and trapp'd th' unwary 
 heart; 
 
 " Though
 
 122 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 " Though fmooth Perfuafion graced my flowing 
 
 tongue ; 
 " Though the foul leap'd with tranfport, when [ fung : 
 " Yet, now, ah, now ! my warm addrefles prove 
 " The blaft of pleafure, and the bane of love. 
 " Each wondering Booby flares, where-e'er I go, 
 " As fome paie Ghoft had left the fhades below." 
 
 " O thoughtless mortals! ignorant and dull, 
 " Blind to the wife, but partial to the fool ; 
 " Who ne'er have leam'd fuperior worth to find, 
 " Nor view thofc charms that ftrikethejudgingmind; 
 " Still prone at Folly's fhrine to pour your blood, 
 " Nor taught to value life's fubftantial good ! 
 " On us no more your pointlcfs wit beftow, 
 " Your pointlefs wit can never hurt a Beau." 
 
 Enraged, hefpoke; with grief, with ire oppreft, 
 His heart beat thick within his roomy bread i 
 He damn'd all mankind in a rage, and fwore 
 (Unjuft !) that every woman was a w— e. 
 Plays, paint, novels now met their final doom, 
 The furious Heroe kick'd them thro' the room ; 
 Darned o'er his figured veft the rude bohea, 
 And tore his favourite patch, and fine toupee. 
 
 But, lo ! at length a fatal billet came ! 
 A fatal billet ! with Belinda's name ! 
 
 Thou
 
 POEMS. 123 
 
 Thou lovely caufe of all my woes ! he cry'd, 
 Then figh'd, and fwore, and wept, and fwore, and 
 
 %h'd; 
 Groan'd, fainted, funk, then took a lad adieu, 
 And breathed his foul out on the billet-doux. 
 
 JUPITER
 
 124 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 JUPITER and the CLOWN. 
 A FABLE. 
 
 ENVY! thou Fiend, whofe venomed fting 
 Still points to Fame's afpiring wing ; 
 Whofe breath, blue fulphur's blading fteam, 
 Whofe eye the bafilifk's lightning-gleam; 
 Say, through the dun ile's folemn round, 
 Where Death's dread foot-ftep prints the ground, 
 Lovefr. thou to haunt the yawning tomb, 
 And crufh fallen Grandeur's dufty plume ? 
 Or, where the wild Hyasna's yell 
 Rings thro' the hermit's cavern'd cell, 
 Moves thy black wing its devious flight ? 
 (Thy wing that bloats the cheek of Night) 
 There oft beneath fome hoary wall 
 Thy flings are dipt in fcorpion's gall ; 
 Thence whizzing fprings the forky dart, 
 And fpreads its poifon to the heart. 
 
 Hence all th' unnumber'd cares of life, 
 Hence malice, fury, rapine, ftrife ; 
 
 PJence
 
 POEMS. 125 
 
 Hence all exclaim on partial fate -, 
 Hence pale Revenge, and ftern Debate ; 
 Hence man (to every paflion prone) 
 Sees much, loves allj — but hates his own. 
 
 Now, Delia, mould me chance to know 
 Some trifling fool,— -perhaps — a beau, 
 The fair at once implores the fides, 
 With glowing cheeks and fparkling eyes ; 
 O, hear your Votary's earner! prayer, 
 Ye guardian angels of the fair ! 
 Make but this charming creature prove 
 A victim to the power of love : 
 'Tis this, Ye Gods, I would implore ! 
 And grant but this ; — I afk no more. 
 
 The prayer is heard (what power delays 
 To grant herfuit when Delia prays !) 
 The beau is caught, he fwears, and bows, 
 Protefts, and muffs, and fweats, and vows 
 By all the oaths the fool can fwear, 
 That never creature was fo fair : 
 Then adds a thoufand more, to tell 
 That never mortal loved fo well. 
 
 The prize is gain'd — the pleafure o'er; 
 Lace, bag, and fnufF-box charm no more : 
 
 No
 
 126 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 No bofom feels the killing fmart, 
 No fide* long glance betrays the heart, 
 No fan conceals a rival's fears, 
 No cheek is ftain'd with fpiteful tears. 
 On new delights her pafiions fix, 
 A court perhaps, or coach and fix, 
 She wants a ball, and juftly vain, 
 Admires a title, — or a cane. 
 
 But ere our reader's patience fail, 
 'Tis time we now begin our tale. 
 
 An honed Farmer, old and fage, 
 (Sure wifdom ftill attends on age) 
 One morning rofe, when all was fair, 
 And joyous breathed the fcented air. 
 Waked by the Zephyr's tepid wing, 
 Aurora, fragrant as the Spring, 
 Rofe from her couch, the bufy Hours 
 Stole from their crimfon-curtain'd bowers; 
 Loofe was her robe of faffron hue, 
 Her locks diffufcd ambrofial dew; 
 The fky's broad gates at once unfold, 
 The light cloud flames with cin&ured gold; 
 The woodland gleams, the filver (beam 
 Waves to the broad fun's fluttering beam; 
 
 i The
 
 POEMS. 127 
 
 The feather'd people fing their love, 
 And mufic rings along the grove. 
 
 Elate, the happy clown furveyed 
 The field wide-opening thro' the (hade ; 
 The green ears ruftling to the gale 
 Shot thro' the thin night's ruffled veil ; 
 Slow rofe to fight the new-born day, 
 Slow crept the lingering (hades away, 
 'Till o'er the broad hill's fummit dun 
 Obliquely glanc'd the mounting fun ; 
 And all-illumed with rufhing light, 
 The fwelling landfkip burft to fight. 
 
 As the fond Mother's panting breaft 
 
 Throbs o'er her infant hufh'd to reft, 
 
 Warm in his little hut, the boy 
 
 Flutters elate with riling joy ; 
 
 As by her gentle preflure fway'd, 
 
 Swings foft and flow the fleepy bed $ 
 
 Wild Fancy whifpers in her ear, 
 
 She whirls away the rolling year ! 
 
 Youth, manhood comes ! me marks afar 
 
 A robe, a mitre, or a f — r ! 
 
 Her heart leaps quick ! elate with pride ! 
 
 Each prude's infulting drefs outvyed ! 
 
 Each
 
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 Each neighbour's booby fon, unfeen, 
 Gnaws the pale lip with fruitlefs fpleen ! 
 Sudden (he flarts ! fome rival drefs'd, 
 Swims in the loofely-floating veft, 
 Her bofom heaves a fullen groan : — 
 Ah ! was that charming fuit my own I 
 
 Such joy (foon check'd with killing {mart) 
 Shot thro' the fwains exulting heart ; 
 He hears the reaper's fprightly fong : 
 The milling fickle fweeps along ; 
 His barns with fwelling {heaves are ftored, 
 Gay Plenty crowns the feftive board ; 
 He cries in triumph, with a fmile, 
 " For hopes like thefe who would not toil, 
 " That neither flatter, nor beguile ?" 
 Jufl as he fpoke the word, — behold 
 A gaudy thing, o'erlaid with gold, 
 Came fluttering by ! — fo nicely clad, 
 With powder'd wig, and laced brocade -, 
 So gay, fo rich (though ftrange to tell !) 
 No butterfly look'd half fo well. 
 
 Struck with the glittering veil: he wore, 
 The clown's rude eye-ball {tared him o'er; 
 Sly Envy mark'd the fecret fnare, 
 Then pick'd a chofen dart with care j 
 
 Of 
 
 i
 
 POEM S, 129 
 
 Of power to edge the quickeir. pain ; — - 
 
 Then plunged it reeking in his brain* 
 
 Inflamed with fury and furprize, 
 
 Red Anger flames from his eyes 
 
 " Mull I (he cryed and fcratch'd his head) 
 
 " Supply this prattling thing with bread ? 
 
 * l Mufl Farmers fweat, and wear their cloaths, 
 
 " To furnifh equipage for beaux ? 
 
 " We, Drudges doom'd to ceafelefs toil, 
 
 *' For others tear the flubborn foil, 
 
 " Our thoughts fufpence and fears inflame, 
 
 <c Wretched and cuisM beyond a name; 
 
 * c While thefc amid' the balmy bower 1 , 
 
 " Spend in foft eafe the fleeting hour; — » 
 
 " How fine they look ! what charms they mow, 
 
 *' Ah ! would to heav'n I was a Beau l" 
 
 Soft Pity tou'ch'd th' Almighty Sire : 
 Jove heard, and granted his deiire. 
 At once his furrow'd brow was fmooth, 
 In all the blooming pride of youth ; 
 His hair in wavy ringlets flow'd, 
 His cheek with fine vermilion glow'd ; 
 Not like our modern pigmy race, 
 With wither'd limbs, and meagre face, 
 But plump and fpruce he'd match'd afcore; 
 Such were the Beaux in days - of yore. 
 
 K Gay
 
 130 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Gay pleafure danc'd in every limb, 
 He (kimm'd along with airy fwim ; 
 The God, propitious to his prayer, 
 Gave the foft look, and graceful air; 
 But wrapt in dreams of blifs, the Fool 
 Forgot his pocket, and his foul. 
 
 When thus transform'd, our glittering Beau 
 Surveyed himfelf from top to toe, 
 Struck at the change with vail: furprize, 
 Pie ftared y and fcarce believed his eyes. 
 But when he found that all was lure, 
 He cock'd his hat, and frown'd and fwore; 
 Applauded by the wondering throng, 
 The fullen Heroe ftrode along : 
 And while the fwains in rude amaze 
 Mark his high port with flupid gaze, 
 Like Jove with folemn pace he trod, 
 And deign'd, — yetfcarcely deign'd, — to nod. 
 
 But now to town he takes his Way, 
 And fees the court, the park, the play; 
 Attends the Fair, admir'd by all, 
 Leads the gay dance, and rules the ball. 
 u Heav'ns ! what a fhape ! fair Daphne cries, 
 " How fine his mkn ! how bright his eyes I" 
 
 Thus
 
 POEMS. \$l 
 
 Thus all admire the charms they fee, 
 His cane that dangled at his knee, 
 His box and hat they view together, — 
 Some prais'd the paint,, and fome the feather 5 
 No englifh taylor's clumfy fift 
 E'er match'd the fleeve that graced hiswrift; 
 The lace, — from BrufTels laft; — by chance 
 He pick'd the brilliant up in France. 
 His coat fo trim ! fo neat his fhoe ! 
 His limbs fo fhaped to ftrut, or — bow ! 
 Fafhion, you'd fwear, to (how her power, 
 Had left dear Paris half an hour. 
 
 But, ah ! with grief the mufe proceeds : 
 What power can mend the vulgar's deeds ! 
 One night a coachman fet him down, 
 Then rudely afk'd him — half a crown. 
 He fearch'd his pocket ; — what a curfe ? 
 His pocket held — an empty purfe ! 
 What mould he do ! — all aid withdrawn ! 
 Cane, box, and watch, were fent to pawn; 
 His brilliant too ('t had vex'd a faint) 
 Gained a few crowns — at cent per cent ! 
 No friend his money can afford : 
 He gamed, — a fharper fwept the board, 
 
 K 2 TheU
 
 i 3 2 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Then fcorn'd by all, — -in deep defpair, 
 To Jove once more he made his prayer, 
 And begg'd the God to eafe his pain, 
 And give him back his plough again. 
 
 A N
 
 POEMS. 133 
 
 An ELEGY 
 
 On the Death of a LINNET. 
 
 SWEET bird ! whofe gently warbled lay 
 On Fancy's trembling pinnions born, 
 Still melts th' attending foul away, 
 Still hails the rofy-featured morn. 
 
 Where flits unloos'd th' aerial mind, 
 That once inform'd thy tuneful frame ? 
 Mounts it elate the whittling wind ? 
 Or rides the bright noon's ftreamy flame ? 
 
 Or on the bleak heath wails alone. 
 Or haunts the deep-embowering grove, 
 Breathes on the gale its dying moan, 
 And pours the plaint of hopelefs love t 
 
 Hark ! what fweet voice falutes my ear ! 
 What folemn note that tells of woe \ 
 I fee the little mourner near! 
 Thus ftreams its mufic from the bough. 
 
 Why
 
 t34 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Why feel the tenants of the plain, 
 An harmlefs race, the general doom ? 
 Why Innocence, thyfpotlefs train, 
 Why left to fill the filent tomb ? 
 
 Scarce taught with genial warmth to glow, 
 As on the downy couch I lay ; 
 Sprung on my light th' exulting foe, 
 And bore elate his helplefs prey. 
 
 Nought then avaifd a Parent's pray 'r, 
 Nought the wild Mother's mournful cry; 
 Vain was the (hriek thatfpoke defpair, 
 And vain the mute imploring eye. 
 
 Ah, why ! in fimple garb array'd, 
 O'er me no fpangling tints were feen, 
 Nor circling fcarlct crown'd my head, 
 Nor flam'd my plumes with lucid green. 
 
 Some bird in mantling azure bright, 
 Some gayer form thy cage may hold i 
 Whofefparkling eye reflects the light, 
 Whole plumage gleams with downy gold. 
 
 Slow roll'd the lingering hour away, 
 The trembling wine oft 'trv'd to foar j 
 
 Oppremon.
 
 OEMS. 135 
 
 OpprefTion mock'd its faint eflay, 
 And Bondage barr'd her iron door. 
 
 Can Mufic foothe the deafned ear ? 
 Will Hope's gay dream repel the tide ? 
 Will Pray'r recal the diftant year ? 
 Or Pity touch the heart of Pride ? 
 
 To fofter chains at laft confign'd, 
 'Twasjoy topleafe the liftening fair ; 
 I fought no more to mount the wind, 
 But paid with fongs their tender care. 
 
 No more a prey to vain defire, 
 I fcorn'd the tenants of the wood -, 
 Hopp'd gaily round the circling wire, 
 And peck'd the hand that lent my food. 
 
 But, Death ! — abrupt along the gale, 
 Dy'd on the ear the diftant moan -, 
 The Mourner fought the filent vale, 
 Lurk'd in the made, and wail'd alone. 
 
 K 3 An
 
 136 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 An EVENING PIECE*. 
 
 NOW o'er the wed em fkies, defcending Eve 
 Spread her grey robe, the folitary Hour 
 To Silence facred an : d deep-mufing'Thought 
 Carne fweetly ferious on the balmy gale, 
 And Hole the ear of Wifdom :— all was (till, 
 Save where flow-trilling from the mantling bough 
 Night'fi plaintive warbler, to the echoing vale 
 Pv)uj u herlove-labour'd note: mellifluous lay! 
 Swea as the voice of Mulic, when me calls 
 The fluttering Zephirs to expand their wings, 
 And breathe it to the foul. The melting ftrains 
 1 ^usioothed my throbbing bofom to a calm. 
 
 Led by revolving thought, my wandering ftep§ 
 Explored the vale of Solitude, retired 
 I ike that where Ancient Druids liv'd remote 
 C ( verfing with the moon ; — and airy fhapes 
 (So Fame reports) beneath the wan dim ray 
 Sweep iiiadowy o'er the duflcy lawn, or foar 
 Jligh'on the dreamy flame, or ride the winds, 
 pr hear the murmuring flood ■, when Darknefs wraps 
 Her cloudy curtain round the world, and Fear 
 
 Knocks 
 
 * Thefc verfes form a part cf the introdfl&ion of an Allegorical Pccm 
 
 P? 
 
 t vet rublillied.
 
 POEMS. 137 
 
 Knocks at the heart of man. Such is the haunt 
 
 Of fairy trains, when filver tips the grove; 
 
 That on the lily's ruffling bells difport, 
 
 Or hear the wild winds whittle, or repofed 
 
 Lye on the daily's downy lap, or fpring 
 
 Light as the glancing beam, from flower to flower, 
 
 And fuck the powdering of a cowilip's eye 
 
 And drink the pearly dew. — Thro' this lone (hade 
 
 Wiapt deep in thought that pain'd at once and charm'd, 
 
 I rov'd with devious ftep ; nor heard the rill 
 
 That murmitr'd fweet, nor liiten'd to the gale 
 
 That kifs'd the bending thyme, and from its wings 
 
 Shook all Arabia's fragrance thro' the air. 
 
 I gazed in awful filence on the fcene 
 Fann'dwith the breath of dewy-finger'd Eve; 
 And felt the ftreamof deep delightful thought 
 Come full and copious on my fwelling foul 
 That thriil'd in every nerve. — " Hail, Ye lone (hades," 
 (I thus began) '.' Ye woods, andilreams, and groves 
 ■" Where Beauty loves tofport! where meek-eyed 
 
 Peace 
 i( DilTolves on flowers luxuriant, where the foot 
 ** Of Quiet prints the devious wild, where Love 
 *' And Pleafure leaning on the hand of Hope 
 *' Fledge their celeftial wings, and eye the fides. 
 
 K 4 O
 
 j 3 3 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 " O mid yon murmuring wood at eafe reclined, 
 " Where Nature hears the wildly-warbling lay 
 " Of Night's lone bird ; how fvveet to fit retired ! 
 * c To feel th' enlivening wifli, to mount the foul 
 " Elate on Fancy's beamy wing ; to pour 
 " Quick thro 5 the feeling heart th' inipiring lay, 
 " That finely vibrates on the fprings of thought, 
 " And wakes the mental harmony j thefmile 
 ■* Of calm Content, when tuned to perfect eafe, 
 *' Subfides the Difcord of the fettling mind, 
 " And Reafon whifpers peace : — o'er the broad fcene 
 " To glance a wondering eye, and mark the Caufe 
 " Whence fprung this beauteous ofF-fpring, to adore 
 " The hand that fhaped Creation, and from night 
 " Calld new-born Beauty, like the glittering beam 
 " That gilds yon fhadowy cloud j combining all 
 " The fchemes of Wifdom to the glorious end 
 " Of GeneralGood (though Judgment's purblind eye 
 " Darts o'er the varied maze her glance in vain) 
 " That Virtue, Wifdom, Happinefs may rife 
 u From the long beauteous chain refulting fair, 
 " And pour their treafureson thefons of Men.' - ' 
 
 To
 
 P O E M S. 
 
 ^39 
 
 To Mifs—- . With a F l o w e r. 
 
 DELIA, marJc that blowing rofe, 
 How the lovely bloflbm glows ! 
 Spread in yon reclining vale 
 Its odours fcent the breathing gale; 
 Such thy Youth's delightful bloom, 
 Thy lips diffufe fuch fine perfume. 
 Mark that lily's milky white, 
 See its glowing charms unite ! 
 How they languifh o'er the ftream, 
 Pure as Heaven's ethereal beam ! 
 Such where the blue veins finely glow, 
 Thy hand unftain'd as driven fnow; 
 Such thy life to trial brought, 
 Such the whitenefs of thy thought; 
 Yet the flower that decks the mead 
 Soon will droop its tender head; 
 Soon, when nipping frofts invade, 
 AH its glittering dyes will fade; 
 Till its leaves in fvvift decay 
 Scent fome gale, and breathe away. 
 So when Time, relentlefs Foe ! 
 8 trows his wrinkles on thy brow, 
 
 Gloomy 
 3
 
 i 4 o MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Gloomy Care with mildew'd wing 
 Soon will blafl that blufhing fpring ; 
 Till ev'n Thou, though form'd to pleafe, 
 Bleft with beauty, wit, and eafe ; 
 Though each voice thy worth proclaim, 
 Though the Graces fhaped thy frame : — 
 Thou, — but I can add no more.—* 
 Read the moral in the flower. 
 
 SAPPHO's
 
 POEMS. 
 
 141 
 
 SAPPHO's ODE to VENUS 
 
 TRANSLATED. 
 
 GA Y fmiling Venus, heav'nly fair, 
 To whom our lofty Temples rife! 
 Who gently lay'jft the fecret fnare, 
 In which the bleeding lover dies. 
 
 Propitious Power, my foul infpire, 
 And fhield from every danger nigh ; 
 Defcend, and tune my warbling lyre, 
 If e'er Thou heard'ft a lover's cry. 
 
 Thus while I fung, to eafe my care 
 From heav'n the radiant Goddcfs flew; 
 I mark'd her track along the air ; 
 Her carr the fwift-wing'd fparrows drew. 
 
 Then — with a loft inviting fmile : 
 " What fears thy troubled thoughts con troul ? 
 " Why call'ft Thou Me? What hopes beguile, 
 " What wifhes foothe thy melting foul ? 
 
 *< 
 
 Why
 
 i 4 2 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 «* Why is my Fair a prey to woe ? 
 
 " Why ftreams with grief that fparkling eye ? 
 
 '« Why muft thy heaving bofom glow ? 
 
 " O tell, my Sappho, tell me why. 
 
 " If of the falfe deluding youth 
 " Thy lyre in dying notes complains, 
 " Soon he'll reward thy fteady truth, 
 u And take the gifts he now difdains. 
 
 " If now He fhuns thy longing arms, 
 
 " Soon will he own your mighty fway, 
 
 " Adore thefe bright refiftlefs charms, 
 
 * c And all your foft commands obey," 
 
 O Thou, my Guardian, and my Friend ! 
 Allay thefe fierce deftruclive fires ! 
 O from yon azure ikies defcend ! 
 And grant me all my foul defires. 
 
 To
 
 POEMS. 143 
 
 To the Memory of Mrs. — 
 
 ) f a ^ I S done :— the foul hath left its foft abode : 
 JL How pale the cheek where warmth and 
 beauty glow'd ! 
 Where now thofe charms that held th' admiring fight? 
 The bloom as heav'n's unclouded azure bright ? 
 Th' attractive fmile by Nature taught to pleafe ? 
 The mien that temper'd dignity with eafe ? 
 Ah where ! — Yon folemn filent vault furvey, 
 Where writhes the reptile o'er its kindred clay; 
 There read on Pride's ftain'd cheek the general doom; 
 Then paufe : — while Memory bleeds upon the tomb. 
 
 O snatch'd from life to tafte of blifs refln'd ! 
 How warm with tranfport glows th' unbounded mind! 
 Say, marks thy wondering foul in raptured gaze, 
 The domes all-gleaming with celeflial rays ? 
 Sees the bright Quire in long proceffion move ? 
 Or melts to notes that breathe eternal love ? 
 
 Or 
 
 * The Lady to whofe memory (if they have any) lies In exprefling 
 
 thefe verfes are infcribed, died in the the language of the heart, a cir- 
 
 endof the year 1753, an( * tlie Poe m cumftance which induced the Au- 
 
 was wrote and publifhed a few thor to make no alteration, unlefs 
 
 months afterwards, Their merit in a few of the introductory lines.
 
 144 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Or floats Ioofe-hovering on celeftial wings ? 
 Or hears fome Cherub fweep the trembling firings ? 
 Or tries fublime the fwelling Hymn to raife, 
 And tunes the warbling lute to fongs of praife. 
 
 Perhaps, while we th' untimely ftroke bemoan, 
 Thou bend'ft adoring at th' Eternal's throne; 
 While from our eye-balls burft the ftreams of woe^ 
 Thine happier foul can wonder why they flow ; 
 Or fmile, and pitying our miftaken fighs, 
 Can Irlefs the hour that fent thee to the fkies. 
 
 Yet muft our forrows ftain thy mournful bier; 
 Such fweetnefs loft demands a tender tear. 
 Thine was the breaft by confeious virtue warm'd, 
 The heart that pitied, and the look thatcharm'd; 
 The beam of wit from fparkling genius brought, 
 Its fire chaftis'd by cool directing thought; 
 Superior knfc, by pafiion ne'er betray'd, 
 The kindling tranfport, and the judging head, 
 The thought which Art and candid Tafte refine; 
 The generous wi(h, the feeling foul was thine. 
 
 Lamented ftrokc! — Oloft folate, fo foon ! 
 'Twas heav'n beftow'd, and hcav'n recall'd the boon. 
 But ah, what fighs our throVoing boibms rend ! 
 The helplefs Orphan, Hufba.id, Father, Friend, 
 2 From
 
 POEMS. 145 
 
 From burfting hearts the ftream of Anguifh fhed, 
 And pour their mingling forrows o'er thy bed. 
 We faw but late the budding rofes blow, 
 Like fruit that blufhes on the bending bough; 
 But late th' unfolding bloflbms breath'd perfume, 
 Till Death ftept in, and lopp'd them in the bloom. 
 
 Ye tender pair!* — as yet untaught to fmart, 
 Too young to feel the Fiend's envenom'd dart; 
 Where now the lenient hand, th' indulgent breaft, 
 The gentle voice that footh'd your fouls to reft ? 
 The tender Mother, who but lately near, 
 Kifs'dfrom your fwimming eyes the ftarting tear; 
 Who hung delighted o'er your infant charms, 
 Who clafp'd you fmiling in her folding arms ; 
 Saw in your look the forming wifh begin, 
 And hufh'd to peace the little war within 
 
 O guiltless Innocence ! ferene and plain, 
 How mild, how welcome thy tranfporting reign ! 
 The fpotlefs Child of Harmony and Love, 
 Fair as the morn, and harmlefs as the dove, 
 That views, unmov'd, the deep defigns of Art, 
 Plays with the fhaft that's pointed at its heart ; 
 
 L Beholds 
 
 * Her children.
 
 146 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Beholds approaching ruin, — nor retires, 
 
 But meets the blow, — then feels it,— and expires. 
 
 Grief, cool and fubtle, forms a bolder plan, 
 It fpares the child, but preys upon the man ; 
 Unfeen it moves, the work is fure, though flow, 
 Thought, treacherous Thought! and Reafonjoin the 
 
 foe: 
 Too late th' unhappy victim views his doom, 
 Laments the pad:, and dreads the woes to come. 
 
 Not thus unhing'd, thy firmer foul iurvey'd 
 Th' impending cloud that blacken'd o'er thy head ^ 
 On Fortune's giddy wheel look'd greatly down, 
 Defpis'd her fmiles, nor trembled at her frown. 
 Intrepid, fearlefs when the Foe drew nigh, 
 Thy bofom heav'd with no untimely iigh ; 
 Then calm reflection fteady and fedate, 
 Then views fuperior to the wrongs of Fate, 
 Then heav'n-born Virtue's keen directing ray 
 Pour'd through the deepning gloom the blaze of day. 
 
 So fome proud rock projected o'er the tide* 
 O'erlooks an ocean thundering on its fide; 
 Though gathering billows with collected force 
 Bound, foam, and roar impetuous in their courfe ; 
 
 Though
 
 POEMS. 147 
 
 Though o'er the Teas the rapid whirlwinds fweep, 
 Though florms and tempefts work the madning deep 
 It bears unfhaken its erected brow, 
 Nor dreads the wave that breaks and boils below. 
 
 Such was thy mind: — but O, how warm, how 
 bright ! 
 The languid pencil carts too faint a light. 
 Now nobler views th' unprifon'd foul infpire. 
 Rapt by the themes that prompt the Seraph's lyre, • 
 Thy mind elate furveys its former doom ; 
 Supreme o'er death, and fmiling at the tomb. 
 
 Life foon expires, and though 'tis fancy 'd long, 
 Youth dies a child, and Age itfelf is young : 
 Pafs but one cloudy fcene, — 'tis quickly done, 
 We leave the earth, behold the burfting noon, 
 Mount o'er the ikies, reign, triumph, and adore, 
 Where Grief mall blaft, and Death (hall fting no 
 more. 
 
 TO
 
 148 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 TO THE 
 
 Memory of Mr. H*** M***. 
 
 AN ELEGY. 
 
 F 
 
 AREWEL, fweet made;— O juft beheld and 
 
 gone ! 
 
 Lop'd like fome bloflbm ere 'tis fully blown, 
 Bleft with each finer art that boafts to pleafe, 
 Wit, fpirit, genius, beauty, tafle, and eafe ; 
 Whate'er informing Nature could beftow, 
 Our pride and hope, our wonder, and our woe, 
 
 O early fled to the congenial fkies I 
 Sent like fome darting beam that flames and dies f 
 Some fire-rob a cloud that pours unufual day, 
 A glancing flam ! then breaks and burfls away. 
 So fhone thy foul ; — our wond'ring eyes furvey'd 
 The dazzling ray that brighten'd, gleam'd, and fled. 
 
 A s in fome draught the foft'ning pencil flows, 
 And the warm blufn of living beauty glows ; 
 The mental traits by Nature's pencil wrought, 
 ♦mprov'd by learning, and refin'd by thought, 
 
 As
 
 POEMS. 149 
 
 As thro' fome mirror's vivid medium feen, 
 Liv'd in thy look, and charm'd us in thy mien. 
 
 Informing Art beftow'd her genial pow'r, 
 To warm the foil, and rear the tender rlow'r. 
 Ev'n Fortune fmil'd by Reafon once controul'd, 
 And ihook herglitt'ring plumes that flam'd with gold; 
 Pour'd all her flores, and gave thy form to move 
 With melting fweetnefs, and the fmiles of love* 
 At lafh Ambition came ! — each young defire 
 Felt her bold hand, and flam'd with noble fire. 
 O glorious thirft of praife ! dear fatal flame ! 
 That mounts the paffions on the wings of Fame, 
 Like lightning fp rings to feize th' expected prey, 
 And flrikes the heart, and whirls the foul away. 
 
 'Twas this that bore Thee from thy country Yar p 
 To brave the deep, and court the dorm of war; 
 Ah ne'er again in carelefs eafe to rove ! 
 Ah ne'er to tafte the fweets of filial love I 
 To paint the fcenes where rage and war prevail! 
 To hang thy lift'ning audience on the tale I 
 No more the joys of former loves to trace, 
 To melt with fondnefs in a Friend's embrace, 
 Or, ftruck with Nature's ftrong refiftlefs charms, 
 To fpring with tranfport to a Parent's arms. 
 
 L 3
 
 150 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 O fled unhop'd to find an early tomb"! 
 O loft untimely in thy vernal bloom ! 
 No tender hand, no weeping kindred near, 
 No Friend, to flretch Thee on the fun'ral biers 
 No Parent's care to fold thy fwimming eyes, 
 Kifs thy pale lips, and catch thy dying fighs, 
 Hang deeply-mournful, 'till their hearts o'erflow, 
 And melt in ftreams of fympathifing woe ! 
 On flony breads th' infecting forrow flole, 
 And foft'ning Pity touch'd the Stranger's foul, 
 As bending o'er Thee flood the tribes unknown, 
 Ev'n Toil's rough bofom heav'd a burfting groan j 
 War's grifly front the mafque of Anguifh wears, 
 And Fury's marble heart was thaw'd to tears. 
 
 Yet whence the grief thefe folemn fcenes infpire? 
 Why o'er thy mem'ry 'plains the mournful lyre ? 
 Why weep thy fate ? — releas'd to heav'nly joys, 
 From thefe bleak climes of tumult, care, and noife : 
 Efcap'd from Paffion's rage, from Envy's fnare, 
 The dreams of Grandeur, and the lt,ings of care ; 
 From all that Love, Fear, Reafon, Grief reveal, 
 The pangs we fanfy, and the pangs we feel. 
 
 O early call'd to join th' immortal throng! 
 Where no pale Care diflurbs thy fweeter fong; 
 
 Nq
 
 .POEMS. j 5 i 
 
 No billows roar, no damp Contagions* rife, 
 No frown appears o'er all the cloudlefs flues ; 
 But from the fource of light, a brightning ray 
 Pours the warm funmine of eternal day; 
 Angelic harps the fprings of tranfport move, 
 And the foul melts in vifion, and in love. 
 
 From thence, perhaps, thy pitying eye defcries, 
 What once Ambition thought a glorious prize; 
 Looks down fuperior on th' unequal ftrife ; 
 And marks us flruggling thro' the florin of life. 
 So when the diftant Mariner furveys 
 The low'ring tempeft, and the boiling feas ; 
 O'er their black bofom fees the whirlwind rave j 
 And the fhip nodding on the ridgy wave ! 
 He breathes the figh of Pity o'er the fcene, 
 Then mid' the roar of thunder fits ferene; 
 Peace waves her gentle olives o'er his head. 
 And his clos'd eyes fleep fweetly in the (hade, 
 
 * This younggentleman(theonly commanded by admiral Byng, in 
 
 hope of a family of diftinttion in the which he was early promoted, as the 
 
 North of Scotland) died of a conta- reward of his gallant behaviour on 
 
 giousdiftemperon board of the fleet the memorable 2o t!l of May, 1756. 
 
 Iv 4 TO
 
 152 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 To the Memory of the late pious 
 and ingenious Mr. Hervey. 
 
 AS rapt in thought the mufing mind furvey'd 
 The vain of life, and walk'd the deepning 
 Shade; 
 O'er Care's broad empire carts its trembling view, 
 And mark'd the flying traits that Fancy drew : 
 Her magic hand at once transform'd the fcene, 
 And fhow'd the fpot where Hervey fleeps ferene j 
 Stretch'd where lone Silence haunts the folemn gloom, 
 Where Thought's keen eye explores the peaceful 
 
 tomb, 
 Where Pleafure's glitt'ring dreams at laft are o'er, 
 And Love's foft mufic charms the foul no more. 
 
 Thrill'd as I view'd, the ftreaming tears o'erflow, 
 From the big bofom burfts the fighs of woe : 
 Her fiiend now loft * who taught the mufe to fing, 
 Check'd her wild flight, and prun'd her trembling 
 wing, 
 
 Whofc 
 
 • This and the fivefubfequent lines the Author had the honour to re- 
 al! ode to fomeperfonal favour 5 which ceive from Mr. Herv*y.
 
 POEMS. iys 
 
 Whofe candid praifewith eager hope infpir'd, 
 Whofe cenfure chaften'd, and whofe genius fir'd ; 
 Abafh'd fhe flood, — her bold effays were vain, 
 Nor tun'd the harp, nor pour'd the plaintive flrain, 
 
 When lo! unfolding from the blaze of light! 
 A Form all-beauteous flafh'd upon the fight ! 
 The robes of heav'n involv'd his dazzling frame, 
 And his eyes fparkled with celeftial flame : 
 High o'er his brow the waving radiance play'd, 
 An orient crown inclos'd his beamy head ; 
 His lip with Beauty's fine vermillion glow'd, 
 And flow'rs fpontaneous blofTom'd as he trod. 
 'Twas GENIUS: — paufing o'er the facred dead, 
 His bright eye languifh'd, and the rofes fled, 
 His moan remurmur'd o'er the ecchoing vale, 
 His heav'n-wove robe hung loofen'd on the gale ; 
 He fnatch'd the lyre, and pour'd the melting lay 
 That flrikes the heart, and charms the foul away ; 
 Dull Night fat lifl'ning on her cloud-wrapt throne, 
 And white-lip'd Anguifh curb'd the burfling groan ; 
 On Care's wild thought the tuneful accents flow, 
 And founds melodious thrill'd the ear of woe, 
 
 '< O
 
 i 5 4 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 * e O call'd at laft: th' Almighty's praife to 
 fing ! 
 " Where oft thy genius tow'r'd with daring wing ! 
 11 Plac'd where no cares th' exulting wifh controul ! 
 " Bleft with the joys that nYd thy kindling foul 
 " Though fmiles no more the placid eye ferene, 
 " Nor rove the Graces o'er fome pi<5tur'd fcene ; 
 " Though fnatch'd from all thy boundlefs hope 
 
 defign'd, 
 «' WhenLife's full fummer warm'd thy ripening mind : 
 " Yet not thefe themes the plaintive mufe detain, 
 " Thy friend, thy country claims the mournful ilrain; 
 " Since loft each nobler plan thy foul had wrought, 
 " Since ftopt the ftream of fweet perfuafive thought* 
 " Fled the bright noon thy burfting blaze had giv'n, 
 " And mute the voice that wrapt the foul to heav'n, 
 
 " Strow'd o'er thy page what beauteous traits 
 appear ! 
 " What melting mufic fleals the lift'ning ear ! 
 «* 'Twas I whofe pow'r the living picture caught, 
 " 'Twas I whofe pencil ting'd the glowing draught: 
 " Thro' Death's black gloom I trac'd thy dubious way, 
 u That kindred gloom, where Fancy loves to ftray! 
 
 " Then
 
 POEMS. 155 
 
 * c Then led thee, circled with the laughing hours, 
 «' Where fport young Zephyrs der the wajie ofjiowrs > 
 " With richer ftrokes the warm defcription wrought, 
 " And touch'd with tranfport all the fprings of 
 
 thought. 
 " Mine was the ray on Night's dim curtain thrown, 
 <c And mine the glafs where gay Creation /hone-, 
 " Mine the bold wing that fhot where Tempefis rife, 
 " And mine the flight that reach'd the Jiarry Jkies" 
 
 He ceas'd : — for fudden on the wond'ring gaze, 
 From heav'n's broad concave burft the rapid blaze ! 
 At once defcending from the realms on high, 
 An angel-fhape arrefts the dazzled eye ! 
 Loofe o'er her limbs the floating garment roll'd, 
 Her fparkling pinions flam'd with beamy gold, 
 Her eyes like lightning glanc'd a piercing ray, 
 And all th' illumin'd aether gleam'd with day ! 
 Near as fhe came, fuperior though reiign'd, 
 Her Form majeftic aw'd the dubious mind 5 
 With heighten'd grace her bloomy features glow'd, 
 Free on her robe the mazy ringlets rlow'd ; 
 Her balmy breath ambroiial fcents perfume, 
 And o'er her cheek was pour'd celeftial bloom. 
 Pale Sorrow brightned as RELIGION came, 
 And flow-pac'd Time flood trembling at the name; 
 
 Rage
 
 i 5 6 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 Rage dragg'd in triumph fwell'd her folemn train, 
 And Death, behind her groan'd, and clank'd his chain. 
 
 She paus'd, — and mufingo'er the fun'ral bier, 
 Sigh'd deeply-fad, and pour'd a tender tear; 
 Then check'd its courfe ; and brightning as the fun 
 She look'd to heav'n ferene, and thus begun : 
 
 " Hail, thou efcap'd to yonder worlds above) 
 " Hail, join'd to faints that melt in drains of love ! 
 " At laft 'tis come ! the bright transforming day ! 
 M Th' exulting fpirit burfts, and foars away ! 
 " Loofe jre its bars ! and gain'd th' immortal prize, 
 " It breathes of heav'n fublime, and walks the flues ! 
 " But late my hand yon beauteous fcenes difplay'd, 
 " And led thy ileps thro' Life's perplexing fhade ! 
 " The vivid wifh a diftant profpe<ft brought, 
 " The rapt foul trembling o'er the verge of thought! 
 " Yet then what tranfport taught thy hope to foar ! 
 " How flam'd the kindling look that glanc'd it o'er ! 
 " How Fancy's touch the glowing draught refin'd ! 
 " And light celeftial pour'd upon the mind.'* 
 
 " A race unborn thy genius mall infpire, 
 <€ And fouls yet dark'ned catch fublime defire.— . 
 " When to thy page, in fome fequefler'd bow'r, 
 " Calm mufing Thought devotes the ferious hour : 
 
 Juft
 
 POEMS. 
 
 l S7 
 
 Juft when Afpafia's ftrain has warm'd the breaft, 
 When Quiet foothes the fettling foul to reft ; 
 Then fhall my hand fuperior pow'r impart, 
 Then Love's perfuafive lay mall melt the heart; 
 Then (hall Religion's pureft beams be giv'n : 
 Now reft in Peace. "— She faid, andfoar'dtoheav'n. 
 
 THE
 
 i 5 8 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 THE 
 
 Third Chapter of Habakkuk 
 PARAPHRASED. 
 
 WRAPT in the blaze of bright furrounding 
 flame, 
 From Paran's lofty brow th' Almighty came: 
 All heav'n with terror view'd His rifing frown, 
 His dazzling eyes with living fplendor fhone, 
 Blaz'd the blue arch ! th' eternal portals glow ! 
 Each rocking mountain bow'd, and groan'd below ! 
 A troop of ghaftly phantomes flrode before, 
 Blue blafting Plague, and War that floats in gore ; 
 Loud Fury, roaring with tumultous cries, 
 And frantic Pain that tears her burning eyes -, 
 Revenge, that boils like fome fermenting flood, 
 Grief that confumes, and Rage that weeps in blood. 
 
 On Judah's broad domain He cart His view; 
 
 His eyes all-radiant piercing as He flew ! 
 
 Then mark'd its bound, and with one ftern command 
 
 Th' affrighted nation^ fhook, andfwept them from the 
 
 land. 
 
 Then
 
 POEMS. 159 
 
 Then heav'n-bred Terror feiz'd on ev'ry foul, 
 And rock'd the labouring earth from pole to pole ; 
 Creation totter'd at the dreadful found ! 
 Groan'd all the hills ! and burfl the folid ground ! 
 The fweeping winds each tow'ring mountain bear 
 Full on their wings, and whirl them in the air ! 
 
 On Cufhan's tents He aim'd a fatal blow, 
 And Midian trembled at th' Almighty Foe. 
 He call'd the deep : — its tumbling waves obey; 
 Th'aftonifh'd flood roll'd back to make Him way ! 
 Whence rofe His ire ? did ere the flood difpleafe 
 Its God ? — or raged His fury on the feas ? 
 When Ifrael's wond'ring hofls Jehovah led, 
 Why fhrunk the backward rivers to their head ? 
 Why roar'd the Ocean from its inmoft caves ? 
 What arm reprefs'd, and froze the boiling waves ? 
 O'er its broad bofom heav'n's Eternal rode, 
 The waves divide before th' advancing God ! 
 In heaps the cleaving billows lay o'erthrown, 
 He nopp'd their courfe, and touch'd them into ftone ! 
 
 Lo, where he comes ! — defcending from afar 
 In all the pomp of defolating war ! 
 His cloudy brow with frowning vengeance low'rs, 
 And burning round the forky thunder roars. 
 
 See
 
 160 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 See His red arm unmeaths the mining fpear ! 
 The glitt'ring blade hangs naked in the air ! 
 jt rends the rock ! — from all its gufhing veins 
 A fwelling deluge burfts, and pours along the plains. 
 Hark, He commands !— obedient to His will, 
 The pale Moon quakes, th' arretted Sun flands* frill! 
 Earth hears and makes, devouring tempefts rife, 
 Thick clouds and whirlwinds blacken all the fkies ; 
 Tremble the poles ! — in wild confufion thrown 
 Sink the fteep Hills, — th' eternal Mountains groan. 
 
 What dire portents my wond'ring foul affright ! 
 What fcenes of terror fwim before my fight ! 
 See mighty Babylon [Co heav'n ordains) 
 The fcourge of God ! ftalks wildly o'er our plains ! 
 Sweeps like fome fwelling flood our hofts away, 
 Or fwift as lightning fprings, and grafps the prey. 
 
 Yet fear not, Ifrael, at his dreadful ire; 
 Thou fav'rite child of heav'n's exalted Sire ! 
 What though pale Rage, in her triumphant car, 
 Drives o'er thy fields, and founds the blaft: of war ! 
 
 What 
 
 * The Author is fenfible that there of the words to any other, as it is ex- 
 
 may appearfome impropriety in this alily conformable to the original, and 
 
 fenument, as iiisjeemiv.gly repugnant as it may be fuppofed to refer only to 
 
 to the fyftem of Co p e r n i c u s . He the morion of the fun round his own 
 
 chofe however to prefer this meaning axis.
 
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 What though thy warriors load the purple plain 
 Though bellowing Slaughter ftrides o'er heaps of flain! 
 Though Horror numbs thy fenfe, and freezes ev'ry vein 
 'Tis thus thy God makes boafted might fubilde, 
 Thus fpurns His foes, and bends the brow of pride : 
 Yet know, thofe wounds avenging Juftice gave. 
 Stern Ire impell'd, but Mercy meant to fave. 
 Triumphant Mercy ! that exalts the low, 
 Sighs o'er th' opprefs'd, and melts at human woe ! 
 Wipes ev'ry tear, bids pining Anguifh ceafe; 
 And pours o'er all the healing balm of peace. 
 
 But fee once more th' intrepid Victor near $ 
 The fhouts of battle thunder on my ear ! 
 Mark, mark yon yielding throng ! — 'tis Ifrael flies ! 
 Groans, noife, defpair, and tumult rend the flues. 
 I faint : o'erpow'r'd beneath the whelming flood, 
 Wild numbing Grief congeals my creeping blood ; 
 I fee, I fhudder at th' approaching train 1 
 My lips too quiver with convulfive pain : 
 Fix'd dumb with horror at this dreadful blow, 
 I ftand,-— a fpeechlefs monument of woe ! 
 
 Yet, Mighty God ! — be all my pow'rs refign'd ! 
 And thine each nobler hope that warms the mind. 
 Then though no more to crown the peafant's toil, 
 The bleeding olive dream with facred oil; 
 
 IVi Though
 
 i6z POEMS. 
 
 Though figs no more their leafy tendrils join, 
 Though fcorching lightning blaft the budding vine ; 
 Though the rough fteed lie panting on the plain, 
 Nor wave th' autumnal fields with golden grain : 
 Yet (hall my foul thy wond'rous grace proclaim, 
 Yet this fond heart (hall triumph in thy name. 
 When o'er the earth Thou wav'ft th' avenging rod, 
 When Nature trembles at an angry God; 
 When the bold breaft, with terror not its own, 
 Shakes at thy voice, and withers at thy frown ; 
 Then by no florins difmay'd, no fears depreft, 
 In Thee my foul mall find perpetual reft ; 
 O'er me fecure thy hov'ring wings mail fpread, 
 And Sleep's mild opiate blefs my peaceful bed *. 
 
 * The Reader will eafily obferve or even omitted others, and given fuch 
 that this chapter hath been paraphra- a turn to the reft, as may convey molt 
 fed with fome liberty. The beauties perrpicuoufly the meaning of the Pro- 
 of it are thick fown. The expreffion phet. Upon the whole, he hath en- 
 is uncommonly fublime, the figures deavoured to paint (omejlrikingfea- 
 bold, the painting rich, and the de- tures; but where he found it impofti- 
 fcription animated. The Authcrhath bJein<wy»7^/ar*toequal, hehadnot 
 enlarged on fome verfes, tranfpofed the temerity of attempting to imitate. 
 
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