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A port of calms, a state to ease
Now sunk the Sun; the closing hour of day From the rough rage of swelling seas."
Came onward, mantled o'er with sober grey; Why then thy flowing sable stoles,
Nature in silence bid the world repose ; Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles,
When near the road a stately palace rose : Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds,
There by the Moon through ranks of trees they pass, Long palls, drawn hearses, cover'd steeds, Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides of grass. And plumes of black, that, as they tread, It chanc'd the noble master of the dome Nod o'er the escutcheons of the dead ?
Still made his house the wandering stranger's home : Nor can the parted body know,
Yet still the kindness, from a thirst of praise, Nor wants the soul these forms of woe;
Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease. As men who long in prison dwell,
The pair arrive : the livery'd servants wait; With lamps that glimmer round the cell, Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. Whene'er their suffering years are run,
The table groans with costly piles of food,
Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Have pious souls at parting hence.
Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. On Earth, and in the body plac'd,
At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, A few, and evil years, they waste :
Along the wide canals the zephyrs play : But when their chains are cast aside,
Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, See the glad scene unfolding wide,
And shake the neighbouring wood to banish sleep. Clap the glad wing, and tower away,
Up rise the guests, obedient to the call :
An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall;
And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe :
His cup was vanish'd; for in secret guise
The younger guest purloin'd the glittering prize. Par in a wild, unknown to public view,
As one who spies a serpent in his way, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; Glistening and basking in the summer ray, The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
Disorder'd stops to shun the danger near, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear ; Remote from men, with God he pass'd the days, So seem'd the sire ; when far upon the road, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. The shining spoil his wily partner show'd. A life so sacred, such serene repose,
He stopp'd with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, Seem'd Heaven itself, till one suggestion rose;
And much he wish'd, but durst not ask to part; That Vice should triumph, Virtue, Vice obey, | Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard, This sprung some doubt of Providence's sway: That generous actions meet a base reward. His hopes no more a certain prospect boast,
While thus they pass, the Sun his glory shrouds, And all the tenour of his soul is lost :
The changing skies hang out their sable clouds; So when a smooth expanse receives imprest
A sound in air presag'd approaching rain, Calm Nature's image on its watery breast,
And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow, Warn'd by the signs, the wandering pair retreat, And skies beneath with answering colours glow : To seek for shelter at a neighbouring seat. But if a stone the gentle sea divide,
'Twas built with turrets on a rising ground, Swift ruffling circles curl on every side,
And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around; And glimmering fragments of a broken Sun, Its owner's temper, timorous and severe, Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run. Unkind and griping, caus'd a desert there.
To clear this doubt, to know the world by sight, As near the miser's heavy doors they drew, To find if books, or swains, report it right,
Fierce rising gusts with sudden fury blew; (For yet by swains alone the world he knew, The nimble lightning mix'd with showers began, Whose feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew) And o'er their heads loud rolling thunders ran. He quits his cell; the pilgrim-staff he bore, Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain, And fix'd the scallop in his hat before ;
Driven by the wind, and batter'd by the rain. Then with the Sun a rising journey went,
At length some pity warm'd the master's breast, Sedate to think, and watching each event.
('Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest); The morn was wasted in the pathless grass,
Slow creeking turns the door with jealous care, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass;
And half he welcomes in the shivering pair; But when the southern Sun had warm'd the day, One frugal fagot lights the naked walls, A youth came posting o'er a crossing way; And Nature's fervour through their limbs recalls: His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
Bread of the coarsest sort, with eager wine, And soft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair. (Each hardly granted) serv'd them both to dine ; Then near approaching, “ Father, hail!” he cry'd, | And when the tempest first appear'd to cease, “ And hail, my son,” the reverend sire reply'd; A ready warning bid them part in peace. Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, With still remark the pondering hermit view'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; In one so rich, a life so poor and rude ; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, “ And why should such” within himself he cry'd, While in their age they differ, join in heart. “ Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside ?" Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound,
But what new marks of wonder soon take place, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elin around.
In every settling feature of his face;
When from his vest the young companion bore | Though loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew,
And in a calm his settling temper ends.
But silence here the beauteous angel broke The Sun emerging opes an azure sky;
(The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke). A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
“ Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, And, glittering as they tremble, cheer the day : In sweet memorial rise before the throne : The weather courts them from the poor retreat, These charms, success in our bright region find, And the glad master bolts the wary gate.
And force an angel down, to calm thy mind; While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom For this, commission'd, I forsook the sky, wrought
Nay, cease to kneel — thy fellow-servant I. With all the travel of uncertain thought;
« Then know the truth of government divine, His partner's acts without their cause appear, And let these scruples be no longer thine. 'Twas there a vice, and seem'd a madness here: “ The Maker justly claims that world he made, Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes,
In this the right of Providence is laid ; Lost and confounded with the various shows. Its sacred majesty through all depends
Now Night's dim shades again involve the sky, On using second means to work his ends : Again the wanderers want a place to lie,
'Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human eye, Again they search, and find a lodging nigh,
The power exerts his attributes on high, The soil improv'd around, the mansion neat, Your actions uses, nor controls your will, And neither poorly low, nor idly great:
And bids the doubting sons of men be still. It seein'd to speak its master's turn of mind,
“ What strange events can strike with more surContent, and not to praise, but virtue kind.
prise, Hither the walkers turn with weary feet,
Than those which lately struck thy wondering eyes? Then bless the mansion, and the master greet: Yet, taught by these, confess th' Almighty just, Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modest guise, And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust ! The courteous master hears, and thus replies :
“ The great, vain man, who far'd on costly food, “ Without a vain, without a grudging heart, Whose life was too luxurious to be good; To him who gives us all, I yield a part;
Who made his ivory stands with goblets shine, Froin him you come, for him accept it here, And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.”
Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost, He spoke, and bid the welcome table spread, And still he welcomes, but with less of cost. Then talk of virtue till the time of bed,
“ The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door When the grave household round his hall repair, Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor; Warn'd by a bell, and close the hours with prayer. With him I left the cup, to teach bis mind
At length the world, renew'd by calm repose, That Heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind. Was strong for toil, the dappled Morn arose; Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept,
And feels compassion touch is grateful soul.
And loose from dross the silver runs below.
Confus'd, and struck with silence at the deed, And measur'd back his steps to Earth again.
(And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow,) Was nice to find; the servant trod before;
The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, long arms of oaks an open bridge supply'd, Now owns in tears the punishment was just. Aad deep the waves beneath the bending glide. “ But now had all his fortune felt a wrack, The youth, who seem'd to watch a time to sin, Had that false servant sped in safety back; Approached the careless guide, and thrust him in ; This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal, Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head,
And what a fund of charity would fail ! Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead. Thus Heaven instructs thy mind : this trial o'er,
Wild, sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more." He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,
On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, * Detested wretch!” — But scarce his speech began, | The sage stood wondering as the seraph flew. When the strange partner seem'd no longer man : Thus look'd Elisha when, to mount on high, His youthful face grew more serenely sweet; His master took the chariot of the sky; His robe turn'd wluite, and flow'd upon his feet; The fiery pomp ascending left to view; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair; The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too. Celestial odours breathe through purpled air ;
The bending hermit here a prayer begun, And rings, whose colours glitter'd on the day, “ Lord ! as in Heaven, on Earth thy will be done :" Wide at bus back their gradual plumes display. Then gladly turning sought his ancient place, The form etherial burst upon his sight,
And pass'd a life of piety and peace. And moves in all the majesty of light.
To fix the loom, instruct the reeds to part,
Cross the long weft, and close the web with art,
An useful gift; but what profuse expense,
What world of fashions, took its rise from hence !
Young Hermes next, a close contriving god,
Her brows encircled with his serpent rod; What ancient times (those times we fancy wise) Then plots and fair excuses fill'd her brain, Have left on long record of woman's rise,
The views of breaking amorous vows for gain ;
Full on the fair his beams Apollo flung,
Those sacred Virgins whom the bards revere
In days of yore (no matter where or when, To make her sense with double charms abound, 'Twas ere the low creation swarm'd with men) | Or make her lively nonsense please by sound. That one Prometheus, sprung of heavenly birth, To dress the maid, the decent Graces brought (Our author's song can witness) liv'd on Earth : | A robe in all the dies of beauty wrought, He carv'd the turf to mould a manly frame, And plac'd their boxes o'er a rich brocade, And stole from Jove his animating fame.
Where pictur'd Loves on every cover play'd ; The sly contrivance o'er Olympus ran,
Then spread those implements that Vulcan's art When thus the monarch of the stars began : Had fram'd to merit Cytherea's heart;
“O vers'd in arts! whose daring thoughts aspire, ! The wire to curl, the close indented comb To kindle clay with never-dying fire !
To call the locks, that lightly wander, home ; Enjoy thy glory past, that gift was thine ;
And chief, the mirror, where the ravish'd maid The next thy creature meets, be fairly mine : Beholds and loves her own reflected shade. And such a gift, a vengeance so design'd,
Fair Flora lent her stores; the purpled Hours As suits the counsel of a god to find;
Confin’d her tresses with a wreath of flowers; A pleasing bosom-cheat, a specious ill,
Within the wreath arose a radiant crown;
He said, and Vulcan straight the sire commands, Back roll’d her azure veil with serpent fold,
The purfled border deck'd the floor with gold. In such a shape to mould a rising fair,
Her robe (which closely by the girdle brac'd As virgin goddesses are proud to wear ;
Reveal'd the beauties of a slender waist) To make her eyes with diamond-water shine, Flow'd to the feet, to copy Venus' air, And form her organs for a voice divine.
When Venus' statues have a robe to wear. 'Twas thus the sire ordain'd: the power obey'd ; The new-sprung creature, finish'd thus for harms, And work'd, and wonder'd at the work he made ; Adjusts her habit, practises her charms, The fairest, softest, sweetest frame beneath, With blushes glows, or shines with lively smiles, Now made to seem, now more than seem to breathe. Confirms her will, or recollects her wiles: As Vulcan ends, the cheerful queen of charms | Then, conscious of her worth, with easy pace
! Clasp'd the new-panting creature in her arms; Glides by the glass, and turning views her face. From that embrace a fine complexion spread,
A finer flax than what they wrought before, Where mingled whiteness glow'd with softer red. Through Time's deep cave, the sister Fates explore, Then in a kiss she breath'd her various arts, Then fix the loom, their fingers nimbly weave, Of trifling prettily with wounded hearts;
And thus their toil prophetic songs deceive. A mind for love, but still a changing mind :
“ Flow from the rock, my flax! and swiftly flow, The lisp affected, and the glance design'd;
Pursue thy thread; the spindle runs below.
The fondling mistress, and the ruling wife.
Women have time to sacrifice to pride : Gold scepter'd Juno next exalts the fair; They want the care of man, their want they know, Her touch endows her with imperious air,
And dress to please with heart-alluring show; Self-valuing fancy, highly-crested pride,
The show prevailing, for the sway contend, Strong sovereign will, and some desire to chide; | And make a servant where they meet a friend For which, an eloquence, that aims to vex,
« Thus in a thousand wax-erected forts With native troops of anger, arms the sex.
A loitering race the painful bee supports; Minerva, skilful goddess, train'd the maid
From sun to sun, from bank to bank he flies, To twirle the spindle by the twisting thread ; | With honey loads his bag, with wax his thighs ;
Fly where he will, at home the race remain, | The curse of jealousy, expense and strife;
“ Yet here and there we grant a gentle bride, The rival's sword; the qualm that takes the fair; Whose temper betters by the father's side;
Disdain for passion, passion in despair Unlike the rest that double human care,
These, and a thousand yet unnam'd, we find ; Fond to relieve, or resolute to share:
Ah fear the thousand yet unnam'd behind ! Happy the man whom thus his stars advance!
Thus on Parnassus tuneful Hesiod sung,
Thus sung the sisters, while the gods admire The sacred groves a fix'd attention show,
The sky grew bright, and (if his verse be true) To make too perfect not to gain her end :
The Muses came to give the laurel too. Then bid the winds, that fly to breathe the spring, But what avail'd the verdant prize of wit, Return to bear her on a gentle wing;
If Love swore vengeance for the tales he writ? With wafting airs the winds obsequious blow, Ye fair offended, hear your friend relate And land the shining vengeance safe below. What heavy judgment prov'd the writer's fate, A golden coffer in her hand she bore,
Though when it happen'd no relation clears, The present treacherous, but the bearer more; 'Tis thought in five, or five and twenty years. 'Twas fraught with pangs; for Jove ordain'd above, Where, dark and silent, with a twisted shade That gold should aid, and pangs attend on love. The neighbouring woods a native arbour made. Her gay descent the man perceiv'd afar,
There oft a tender pair, for amorous play Wondering he ran to catch the falling star :
Retiring, toy'd the ravish'd hours away;
A Locrian youth, the gentle Troilus he,
The dire disgrace her brothers count their own, Or swears that Venus' must be such as hers. And track her steps, to make its author known. She, proud to rule, yet strangely fram'd to teaze, It chanc'd one evening, 'twas the lover's day, Neglects his offers while her airs she plays,
Conceal'd in brakes the jealous kindred lay ; Shoots scornful glances from the bended frown, When Hesiod, wandering, mus'd along the plain, In brisk disorder trips it up and down;
And fix'd his seat where love had fix'd the scene; Then humns a careless tune to lay the storm, A strong suspicion straight possess their mind, And sits, and blushes, smiles, and yields, in form. (For poets ever were a gentle kind,) .
* Now take what Jove design’d,” she softly cry'd, But when Evanthe near the passage stood, u This box thy portion, and myself the bride." Flung back a doubtful look, and shot the wood, Fir'd with the prospect of the double charms, “ Now take" (at once they cry) “thy due reward," He snatch'd the box, and bride, with eager arms. And, urg'd with erring rage, assault the bard.
Unhappy man! to whom so bright she shone, His corpse the sea receiv'd. The dolphins bore The fatal gift, ber tempting self, unknown! ('Twas all the gods would do the corpse to shore, The winds were silent, all the waves asleep,
'Methinks I view the dead with pitying eyes, And Hearen was trac'd upon the flattering deep : And see the dreams of ancient wisdom rise : But, whilst he looks unmindful of a storm,
I see the Muses round the body cry, And thinks the water wears a stable form,
But here a Cupid loudly laughing by; What dreadful din around his ears shall rise!. He wields his arrow with insulting hand, What frowns confuse his picture of the skies ! And thus inscribes the moral on the sand.
At first the creature man was fram'd alone, “ Here Hesiod lies: ye future bards, beware Lord of himself, and all the world his own.
How far your moral tales incense the fair. For him the nymphs in green forsook the woods, Unlov’d, unloving, 'twas his fate to bleed ; For him the nymphs in blue forsook the floods; Without his quiver, Cupid caus’d the deed : In vain the Satyrs rage, the Tritons rave,
He judg'd this turn of malice justly due,
And Hesiod dy'd for joys he never knew."
AN ALLEGORY ON MAN.
(Were Homer living, well he knew And altering Nature wore a sickly face.
What name the gods have call'd him too,) New terms of folly rose, new states of eare;
With fine mechanic genius wrought, New plagues, to suffer, and to please, the fair! And lov'd to work, though no one bought. The days of wluning, and of wild intrigues,
This being, by a model bred Commenc'd, or finish'd with the breach of leagues; In Jove's eternal sable head, The mean designs of well-dissembled love ;
Contriv'd a shape empower'd to breathe, The sordid matches never join'd above :
And be the worldling here beneath. Abread the labour, and at home the noise,
The man rose, staring like a stake. (Man's double sufferings for domestic joys,)
Wondering to see himself awake!
Then look'd so wise, before he knew
Where ever since the seasons wheel The business he was made to do;
And tread on one another's heel.” That, plcas’d to see with what a grace
“ 'Tis well,” said Jove, and for consent He gravely show'd his forward face,
Thundering he shook the firmament. Jove talk'd of breeding him on high,
“ Our umpire Time shall have his way, An under-something of the sky.
With Care I let the creature stay : But ere he gave the mighty nod,
Let business vex him, avarice blind, Which ever binds a poet's god,
Let doubt and knowledge rack his mind, (For which his curls ambrosial shake,
Let errour act, opinion speak, And mother Earth's oblig'd to quake,)
And want afflict, and sickness break, He saw old mother Earth arise,
And anger burn, dejection chill, She stood confess'd before his eyes;
And joy distract, and sorrow kill, But not with what we read she wore,
Till, arm'd by Care, and taught to mow, A castle for a crown before,
Time draws the long destructive blow; Nor with long streets and longer roads
And wasted man, whose quick decay Dangling behind her, like commodes :
Comes hurrying on before his day, As yet with wreaths alone she drest,
Shall only find by this decree,
The soul Aies sooner back to me.”
Her honours made, “ Great Jove,” she cry'd,
THE BOOK-WORM. Then what hast thou to call him thine ?" « Nay, rather ask," the monarch said,
COME hither, boy, we'll hunt to-day, “ What boots his hand, his heart, his head,
The book-worm, ravening beast of prey, Were what I gave remov'd away?
Produc'd by parent Earth, at odds, Thy part's an idle shape of clay."
As Fame reports it, with the gods. « Halves, more than halves!” cry'd honest Care, Him frantic hunger wildly drives “ Your pleas would make your titles fair,
Against a thousand authors' lives : You claim the body, you the soul,
Through all the fields of wit he flies ; But I who join'd them, claim the whole."
Dreadful his head with clustering eyes, Thus with the gods debate began,
With horns without, and tusks within, On such a trivial cause, as man.
And scales to serve him for a skin. And can celestial tempers rage ?
Observe him nearly, lest he climb Quoth Virgil, in a later age ?
To wound the bards of ancient tiine, As thus they wrangled, Time came by ;
Or down the vale of fancy go (There's none that paint him such as I,
To tear some modern wretch below. For what the fabling ancients sung
On every corner fix thine eye, Makes Saturn old, when Time was young). Or ten to one he slips thee by. As yet his winters had not shed
See where his teeth a passage eat : Their silver honours on his head;
We'll rouse him from the deep retreat. He just had got his pinions free,
But who the shelter's forc'd to give ? From his old sire, Eternity.
'Tis sacred Virgil, as I live! A serpent girdled round he wore,
From leaf to leaf, from song to song, The tail within the mouth, before;
He draws the tadpole form along, By which our almanacs are clear
He mounts the gilded edge before, That learned Egypt meant the year.
He's up, he scuds the cover o'er, A staff he carry'd, where on high
He turns, he doubles, there he past, . A glass was fix'd to measure by,
And here we have him, caught at last. As amber boxes made a show
Insatiate brute, whose teeth abuse For heads of canes an age ago.
The sweetest servants of the Muse His vest, for day and night, was py'd;
(Nay never offer to deny, A bending sickle arm'd his side;
I took thee in the fact to fly). And Spring's new months his train adorn! His roses nipt in every page, The other seasons were unborn.
My poor Anacreon mourns thy rage; Known by the gods, as near he draws,
By thee iny Ovid wounded lies; They make him umpire of the cause.
By thee my Lesbia's sparrow dies; O'er a low trunk his arm he laid,
Thy rabid teeth have half destroy'd Where since his hours a dial made ;
The work of love in Biddy Floyd, Then leaning heard the nice debate,
They rent Belinda's locks away, And thus pronounc'd the words of Fate :
And spoil'd the Blouzelind of Gay. “ Since body from the parent Earth,
For alī, for every single deed, And soul from Jove receiv'd a birth,
Relentless Justice bids thee bleed. Return they where they first began;
Then fall a victim to the Nine, But since their union makes the man,
Myself the priest, my desk the shrine. Till Jove and Earth shall part these two,
Bring Homer, Virgil, Tasso near, To Care who join'd them, man is due.'
To pile a sacred altar here; He said, and sprung with swift career
Hold, boy, thy hand out-runs thy wit, To trace a circle for the year ;
You reuch'd the plays that Dennis writ;