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$ 204. Flowers. Bishop. Superstition came telling her steps and her UNEQUAL to my theme with desperate feet

beads, I sought the Muse's bow'r;

Like Jack-in-a-Bush hung all over with Anxious to see though all asham'd to meet

green, Some bland inspiring power;

Agnus Castus by wholesale she cull'd from the When fleet along the rising gale

meads, The queen fair Fancy past;

And stuck with due care Holy Thistle beAnd through her rainbow-tinged veil

tween : A glance benignant cast!

A chaplet of Monkshood she pluck'd for her Then beck'ning to a secret glade,

head, “Come see," she cry'd, “ the train,

And Rosemary sprigs for the graves of the dead. Who own beneath this mystic shade, My visionary reign !"

Tiptoe o'er the level plain,

Ardent Hope all panting flew; Proud to obey the glad command,

Prompt her eager eye to strain I took with awe my stand :

Far beyond the present view; Meanwhile, in many a varying vest

Quick from hint to hint to stray, Of rich expression aptly dress'd,

She the Primrose held most dear; Ideal myriads seem'd to rove

First-born of returning May,
Promiscuous through the cultur'd grove :

Promise of the future year.
And each, as inbred impulse led,
From every flow'r-embroider'd bed

Ill-nature to a corner stole,
Some certain plant, whose blossoms rose And taught her bloodshot eyes to roll,
Significantly pleasing, chose.

As if she long'd to blight

Each flower of happier scent and hue, With frank, firm look, and light though steady | For none she chose of all that grew, tread

Save pois'nous Aconite.
Came Courage first, and cropt a dew-charg’d
Rose;

| Hand in hand, for they never asunder are seen, For in the tender rose might best be read All cheerful their features, all easy their mien, His very essence-bloom that gently glows

Contentment and Innocence tript it along; Impelld by gentle breath-prone to dispense By the soft virgin Snow-drop was Innocence To all, sweetness, yet alert to show,

known : If rash invasion ruder deeds commence, Contentment took Heart-ease, and call'd it her That warm resentment points a thorn below.

Nor envied the great, nor the gay in the Retiring from the public eye,

throng. The maiden meek Humility Was seen to turn with mildest grace

The throng !-just hint to wild conceit like To heav'n her thoughts, to earth her face;

mine; And all unconscious what fair fame

Why, what a wreath had I begun to twine! Merit like hers might well assume,

Indulgent as she was, methinks I hear Preferr'd to every juster claim

E'en Fancy's self now whisper in my ear, The lowly Daisy's simple bloom.

Quit ere 'tis tedious, quit the flowing road,

Nor what was meant a nosegay, make a load."
Some bauble each moment arranging,
Admiring, exploding, or changing,
The coquet Affectation skimm'd wantonly $ 205. To a Young Lady, with a copy of

Moore's Fables. Bishop.
On her breast a Narcissus she bore,
As if with Narcissus of yore.

Books, my dear girl, when well design'd, Heedless of the scorner's joke,

Are moral maps of human kind;

Where, sketch'd before judicious eyes,
Smiling at the ruffian's stroke,

The road to worth and wisdom lies.
Persevering Patience stood,
Conqu'ring evil still with good!

Serene Philosophy portrays
Binding for her brow the while

The steep, the rough, the thorny ways: Artless wreaths of Camomile,

Cross woods and wilds, the learned tribe, Hardy plant whose vigorous shoot

A dark and doubtful path describe :

But Poesy her votaries leads Springs beneath the trampler's foot.

O'er level lawns, and verdant meads; Pure constant Love (whose hallow'd fires | And if, perchance, in sportful vein, Time still exalts, and truth inspires,

Through Fable's scenes she gnides her train, In spite of absence, grief, or pain)

soll is at once enchanted ground, Approv'd the faithful Marigold,

All Fancy's garden glitters round.
Whose leaves their saffron blaze unfold,
When first the sun asserts his reign,

I, Sally! (who shall long to see,
Hail his glad progress through the day, In you, how good your sex can be,)
Close gradual with his parting ray,

Before you range with curious speed, Nor open, till he shines again.

Where'er that garden's beauties lead;

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And mark how Moore could once display
A scene so varied, and so gay!

$ 206. The Library. BISHOP.
Beg you, for introduction's sake,
A short excursive trip to take,
O'er one poor plat, unlike the rest,

Hail! Contemplation! grave majestic dame, Which my more humble care hath drest; In thee glad Science greets a parent's name: Where if a little flowret blows,

Thine is each art of speech, each rapt'rous From pure affection's root it grows.

strain,

The Graces lead, the Virtues fill thy train ! A virgin rose, in all the pride

From all of evil, life or dreads or knows, Of spring's luxuriant blushes dy'd,

Its real trifles, and its fancied woes, Above the vulgar flow'rs was rais'd,

O lead thy volary! pensive, yet serene, And with excess of lustre blaz’d.

To some lone seat, thy favorite, hallow'd scene, In full career of heedless play,

Where his calm breast may every pow'r emChance brought a Butterfly that way;

ploy, She stopp'd at once her giddy flight,

Feel self-born peace and independent joy. Proud on so sweet a spot to light;

And see! the Library iny steps invites; Spread wide her plumage to the sun,

Fraught with true profit and with pure deAnd thus in fancy-strain begun :

lights : “ Why but to soften my repose,

Calls to a feast, whose elegance and love, Could nature rear so bright a rose ?

The man must relish, and the heart approve. Why but on roses to recline,

How awful is the spot!-each honor d name, Make forms so delicate as mine?

Each theme of modern praise, and early fame; Fate destin'd by the same decree,

Bards, statesmen, sages, lov'd, rever'd, ad. Me for the rose-the rose for me!"

mir'd, Whom sense enlightend and whom glory

fir'd, A tiny Bug, who close between Th' unfolding bloom had lurk'd uuseen,

Rise to my view, still sweet, still great, still

bold, Heard, and in angry tone address'd This rude invader of his rest :

Alive in pow'r, and active, as of old.

Yes! wasteful time! here, here, thy rage is “ For thee, consummate fool, the rose !

vain! No-to a nobler end it blows:

Away! fond boaster! Genius scorns thy reign. The velvet o'er its foliage spread, Secures to me a downy bed :

The poet here, whom gen'rous transport So thick its crowding leaves ascend

rais'd,

Survives coëval with the worth he prais'd. To hide, to warm me, and defend. For me those odours they exhale,

If deeds exalted gave his breast to glow, Which scent at second-hand the gale;

Or pity bade him sympathize with woe;

If sweetly soft he chose the lover's part,
And give such things as thee to share
What my superior claim can spare!"

Or truth to satire urg'd his honest heart;
His verse still lives, his sentiment still warms,

His lyre still warbles, and his wit still charms. While thus the quarrel they pursu'd,

Here by the past to form the rising age, A Bee the petty triflers view'd;

The grave historian spreads his ample page; For once reluciant rais'd her head

Whose faithful care preserves the hero's fame, A moment from her toil, and said,

Or damns to infamy the traitor's name; Cease, abject an'mals, to contest!

Whose records bid fair virtue ever live, They claim things most who use them best.

And share immortal in the life they give. Would nature finish works like these,

Here the firm patriot, on whose winning That butterflies might bask at ease?

tongue Or bugs intrench'd in splendor lie,

The snow-soft dews of mild persuasion hung, Born but to crawl, and dose, and die? Who knew to lead in spirit, and control The rose you vainly ramble o'er,

The ductile passions, and usurp the soul; Breathes balmy dews from ev'ry pore;

Still pleads, still rules; now lively, now seWhich yield their treasur'd sweets alone

vere, To skill and labor like my own :

Exalts the purpose, or commands the tear. With sense as keen as yours, I trace

Here the firm friends of science, and of man, The expanding blossom's glossy grace;

Who taught new arts, or open'd nature's plan; Its shape, its fragrance, and its hue,

Who each improv'd, or drew from both comBut while I trace, improve them too :

bin'd. Still taste; but still from hour to hour

Health to the body, vigor to the mind; Bear home new honey from the flow'r."

Who bade mankind to nobler aims arise,

More good, more just, more happy, or more Conceit may read for mere pretence,

wise ; For mere amusement, indolence;

Shine, deathless, as the bliss their toil proTrue spirit deems no study right,

cur'd, Till profit dignify delight.

While meni'ry pays the debt desert ensur'd.

In such lov'd sport (if fortune deign'd to But soft-methinks some horrid sounds I smile),

hear! Calm let me live, and ev'ry care beguile; What throbbing passion speaks —'Tis fear, Hold converse with the great of every time,

'tis fear. The learn'd of ev'ry class—the good of ev'ry | Water where yonder spout to heav'n ascends, clime.

Rides in tremendous triumphs; Ocean bends; There better still, as wiser grow: and there A nd ruin raising high her baleful head, (Tis just ambition, though 'tis hopeless pray'r) Broods o'er the waste, the bursting mass will Sull found, like them, on real worth my claim,

spread. And catch their merit to partake their fame. Enough of wat'ry wonders :--all dismay'd

E'en Fancy starts at forms herself hath made.

Let them whom terror can inspire, pursue 207. Water. BiShop.

Themes too terrific: I with humble view,

Retire unequal, nor will e'er again Ir right õpicToy Sowp Pindar sings,

To Water's greater works devote my strain; That simple Water is the best of things, Content to praise it, when with gentle sway, Would Water-poets were the best of bards!.. Profuse of rich increase, it winds its way But, Oh! that chance is not upon the cards! Through the parch'd glebe; or fills with influVain were th' attempt such logic to apply;

ence bland My verse would give iny arguments the lie. The cup of temperance in the peasant's hand. Yet what I can I will not he whose lyre Leads on the Aonian mount the sister choir,

18 208. On Instruments of Music. BISHOP. (Though all the inspiring potions he explore, From Water up to Nectar) can no more. | Where health and high spirits awaken the From earth's deep wound-for earth their store morn, supplies

And dash through the dews that impearl the Through countless pores the moist effluvia rise, I

rough thorn, Distinct below, where oozing strata shed

To shouts and to cries Drop after drop; till from their humid bed

Shrill Echo replies, Th' emergent vapors steam ; and as they go, While the horn prompts the shout, and the Condense, incorporate, extend, and flow.

shout greets the horn. - Thanks, kind Philosophy! whose lore profound

Loud across the upland ground, Thus helps me bring my Water above ground.

1 Sweetly mellowing down the vale, Henceforth to trace it, little will suffice,

The changeful bells ring jocund round Obvious to common sense, and common eyes.

Where joy bestrides the gale; If in the mental calm of joy serene,

| Herald eager to proclaim I seek, through fancy's aid, the sylvan scene,

The lover's bliss, or hero's fame. There Water meets me, by the pebbled side Shall the fiddle's sprightly strain, Of sedgy-fringed brooks, expanding wide

In pleasure's realms our feet detain, In dimpled eddies—or with murmurs shrill,

Where youth and beauty, in the dance,
Running sweet unisons, where responsive still

Borrow new charms from elegance ?
In cadence meet, impending aspens hail
Heav'n's mildest breath, soft quiv'ring to the

Or shall we stray,
gale.

Where stately through the public way, Too charming visions of intense delight! Amidst the trumpet's clangors, and th' acclaim Why? whither vanish ye? Her eagle flight Of civic zeal, in long procession move Fancy renews; and full athwart mine eye Nobles and chiefs of venerable fame; Throws an enormous cataract :—from on high, Or haply sovereign majesty displays In awful stillness deep'ning Waters glide,

To public view the lustre of its rays, Een to the rude rock's ridge abrupt, then slide And proves at once, and wins, a nation's love? Pond'rous down, down the void ; and pitch

Hark! how the solemn organ calls

Attention's sober ears to hallow'd walls, In thunders :-Dash'd to foam, a while they | Where meek, yet warm, beneath the temple's know

Devotion seeks, with sted fast eyes, (shade, No certain current; till again combin'd,

| The God whose glories every gloom pervade, In boiling tides along the waves they wind.

To whom for ever prayer is made, Oh! bear me hence, where Water's force

And daily praises rise. displays More useful energy; where classic praise What notes, in swiftest cadence running, Adorns the names of chiefs long dead, who | Through many a maze of varied measure, brought

| Mingled by the master's cunning, Through channel'd rocks concentring streams, Give th' alarm to festive pleasure ? and taught

Cambria, 'twas thy harps of old One aqueduct divided lands to lave,

Each gallant heart's recess explor'd, And hostile realms to drink one common Announcing feats of chieftains bold, wave.

To grace the hospitable board.

below

Mark how the soldier's eye

| This sets her beauty in the fairest light, Looks proud defiance! How his heart beats and shows each grace in full perfection bright; high,

Then, as she turns around, from every part, With glorious expectation! What inspires, Like porcupines, she sends a piercing dart: What fans his martial fires ?

In vain, alas! the fond spectator tries What but the power of sound ?

To shun the pleasing dangers of the eyes, The clam'rous drums his anxious ardor raise, For, Parthian-like, she wounds as sure behind His blood flows quicker round;

With flowing curls, on ivory neck reclin'd. At once he hears, he feels, enjoys, obeys. Whether her steps the minuet's mazes trace, Where gathering storms incessant lower,

Or the slow Louvre's more majestic pace; And niggard nature chills th' abortive grain, Whether the rigadoon employs her care,

From her bleak heights see Scotland pour Or sprightly jig displays the nimble fair; Blithe lads and lasses trim ; a hardy train,

At ev'ry step new beauties we explore, Down the crag, and o'er the lea,

And worship now what we admir'd before. Following still with hearty glee,

So when Æneas, in the Tyrian grove, The bagpipe's mellow minstrelsy.

Fair Venus met, the charming queen of love,

The beauteous goddess, whilst unmov'd she Where cloudless suns, with glowing dies,

stood, Tinge Italy's serener skies,

Seem'd some fair nymph, the guardian of the Soft the winding lawns along

wood; The lover's lute complains ; While ling’ring Echo learns the song,

But when she mov'd, at once her heavenly mien, Gives it the woods; and, loth to lose

And graceful step, confess'd bright beauty's

queen : One accent of the impassion'd muse,

New glories o'er her form each moment rise, Bids woods return it to the plains.

And all the goddess opens to his eyes. Time was, when, stretch'd beneath the beechen Now haste, my muse, pursue thy destin'd way; shade,

What dresses best become the dancer say; The simple shepherd warbled his sweet lay; | The rules of dress forget not to impart, Lurd to his rustic reed, the gentle maid A lesson precious to the dancing art. Welcom'd the morn, and caroll'd down the The soldier's scarlet glowing from afar, day.

Shows that his bloody occupation's war; Why do our swains depart from ancient lore? Whilst thelawn band beneath the double chin. Why sounds no pastoral reed on Britain's shore? As plainly speaks divinity within ; -The innocence which tun'd it is no more! The milk-maid safe through driving rains and

snows,

Wrapp'd in her cloak and propp'd on pattens, $ 209. The Art of Dancing. Inscribed to the

goes; Rt. Honorable the Lady Fanny Fielding. Whilst the soft belle, immurd in velvet chai In the smooth dance to move with graceful | Needs but the silken shoe, and trusts her bosom | mien,

bare. Easy with care, and sprightly, though serene, The woolly drab, and English broad-cloth To mark th' instructions echoing strains con

warm,

(storm; vey,

| Guard well the horseman from the beating And with just steps each tuneful note obey, But load the dancer with too great a weight, I teach ; be present, all ye sacred choir, And call from every pore the dewy sweat. Blow the soft lute, and strike the sounding Rather let him his active limbs display lyre;

In camblets thin, or glossy paduasoy. When Fielding bids, your kind assistance bring, | Let no unwieldy pride his shoulders press, And at her feet the lowly tribute fing; But airy, light, and easy, be his dress; Oh, may her eyes (to her this verse is due) Thin be his yielding sole, and low his heel, What first themselves inspir’d vouchsafe to view. So shall he nimbly bound, and safely wheel. Hail, loftiest art! thou canst all hearts ensnare, | But let not precepts known my verse prolong, And make the fairest still appear more fair; | Precepts which use will better teach than song; Beauty can little execution do,

For why should I the gallant spark command Unless she borrows half her charms from you! With clean white gloves to fit his ready hand ? Few, like Pygmalion, doat on lifeless charms, Or in his fob enlivening spirits wear, Or care to clasp a statue in their arms; And pungent salts to raise the fainting fair ? But breasts of Aint must melt with fierce desire, Or hint the sword that dangles at his side, When art and motion wake the sleeping fire. Should from its silken bandage be untied ? A Venus drawn by great Apelles' hand | Why should my lays the youthful tribe advise, May for a while our wond'ring eyes conimand; Lest snowy clouds from out their wigs arise? But still, tho' form’d with all the pow'rs of art, So shall their partners mourn their laces spoil'd, The lifeless piece can never warm the heart: And shining silks with greasy powder soild. So fair a nymph, perhaps, may please the eye, Nor need I, sure, bid prudent youths beware, Whilst all her beauteous limbs unactive lie; Lest with erected tongues their buckles stare: But when her charms are in the dance display'd, The pointed steel shall oft their stocking rend, Then every heart adores the lovely maid; And oft the approaching petticoat offend.

fall,

And now, ye youthful fair, I sing to you, Oft will the cobweb-ornaments catch hold With pleasing smiles my useful labors view : On the approaching button rough with gold; For you the silk-worms fine-wrought webs dis- Nor force, nor art, can then the bonds divide, play,

When once th' entangled Gordian knot is tied : And lab'ring spin their little lives away; So the unhappy pair, by Hymen's pow'r For you bright gems with radiant colors glow, Together join'd in some ill-fated hour, Fair as the dies that paint the heavenly bow ; | The more they strive their freedom to regain, For you the sea resigns its pearly store,

The faster binds th' indissoluble chain. And earth unlocks her mines of treasur'd ore; ! Let each fair maid, who fears to be disgraced, In vain yet nature thus her gifts bestows, Ever be sure to tie her garter fast, Unless yourselves with art those gifts dispose. Lest the loose string, amidst the public ball, Yet think not, nymphs, that in the glitt'ring A wish'd-for prize to some proud fop should

ball, One form of dress prescrib'd can suit with all; Who the rich treasure shall triumphant show, One brightest shines when wealth and art com. | And with warm blushes cause her cheek to bine

glow. To make the finish'd piece completely fine: | But yet (as Fortune by the self-same ways When least adorn'd, another steals our hearts, She humbles many, some delights to raise) And, rich in native beauties, wants not arts. It happend once, a fair illustrious dame In some are such resistless graces found, By such neglect acquired immortal fame : That in all dresses they are sure to wound; | And thence the radiant star and garter blue, Their perfect forms all foreign aids despise, | Britannia's noble grace, if fame says true; And gems but borrow lustre from their eyes. Hence still, Plantagenet, thy beauties bloom, Let the fair nymph, in whose plump cheek Though long since moulder'd in the dusky is seen

tomb; A constant blush, be clad in cheerful green; Still thy lost garter is thy sovereign's care, In such a dress the sportive sea-nymphs go, And what each royal breast is proud to wear. So in their grassy beds fresh roses blow:

But let me now my lovely charge remind, The lass whose skin is like the hazel brown, Lest they forgetful leave their fans behind : With brighter yellow should o'ercome her own; | Lay not, ye fair, the pretty toy aside, While maids grown pale with sickness or A toy at once display'd for use and pride; despair,

A wondrous engine, that by magic charms The sable's mournful dye should choose to wear: Cools your own breasts, and every other's So the pale moon still shines with purest light, warms. Cloth'd in the dusky mantle of the night. | What daring hand shall e'er attempt to tell

But far from you be all those treach'rous arts, The powers that in this little weapon dwell ? That wound with painted charms unwary What verse can e'er explain its various parts, hearts;

Its numerons uses, motions, charms, and arts? Dancing's a touchstone that true beauty tries, Its painted folds, that oft, extended wide, Nor suffers charms that nature's hand denies: Th'afflicted fair one's blubber'd beauties hide, Though for a while we may with wonder view When secret sorrows her sad bosom fill, The rosy blush and skin of lovely hue, If Strephon is unkind, or Shock is ill: Yet soon the dance will cause the cheeks to Its sticks, on which her eyes dejected pore, glow,

And pointing fingers number o'er and o'er, And melt the waxen lips and neck of snow. When the kind virgin burns with secret shame, So shine the fields in icy fetters bound, Dies to consent, yet fears to own her flame; Whilst frozen gems bespangle all the ground; Its shake triumphant, its victorious clap, Taro' the clear crystal of the glitt'ring snow, | Its angry flutter, and its wanton tap. With scarlet die the blushing hawthorns glow; Forbear, my muse, th' extensive theme to O'er all the plains unnumber'd glories rise,

sing, And a new bright creation charms our eyes, Nor trust in such a Aight thy tender wing; Till Zephyr breathes, then all at once decay Rather do you in humble lines proclaim The splendid scenes, the glories fade away; From whence this engine took its form and The fields resign the beauties not their own,

name; And all their snowy charıs run trickling Say from what cause it first deriv'd its birth, down.

How form'd in heav'n, how thence deduced Dare I in such momentous points advise,

to earth. I should condemp the hoop's enormous size. Once in Arcadia, that fam'd seat of love, Of ills I speak by long experience found : There liv'd a nymph, the pride of all the Oft hare I trod th' unmeasurable round,

grove, And mourn'd my shins bruis'd black with A lovely nymph, adorn'd with every grace, many a wound.

An easy shape and sweetly-blooming face; Nor should the tighten'd stays, too straitly Fanny the damsel's name, as chaste as fair, lac'd

Each virgin's envy, and each swain's despair. la whalebone bondage, gall the slender waist; To charm her ear the rival shepherds sing, Nor waving lappets should the dancing fair, Blow the soft flute, and wake the trembling Nor ruffles edged with dangling fringes, wear ;/ string;

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