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To listening gods he makes him known,
That man divine, by whom were sown
The seeds of Grecian fame:
Who first the race with freedom fir'd;
From whom Lycurgus Sparta's sons inspir'd ;
From whom Platæan palms and Cyprian trophies
O noblest, happiest age ! The wise and great of every clime,
When Aristides rul'd, and Cimon fought; Through all the spacious walks of Time,
When all the generous fruits of Homer's page Where'er the Muse her power display'd,
Exulting Pindar saw to full perfection brought. With joy have listen'd and obey'd.
O Pindar, oft shalt thou be hail'd of me: For, taught of Heaven, the sacred Nine
Not that Apollo fed thee from his sluine ; Persuasive numbers, forms divine,
Not that thy lips drank sweetness from the bee; To mortal sense impart:
Nor yet that, studious of thy notes divine, They best the soul with glory fire;
Pan danc'd their measure with the sylvan throng: They noblest counsels, boldest deeds inspire ;
But that thy song And high o'er Fortune's rage enthrone the fixed
Was proud to unfold heart.
What thy base rulers trembled to behold;
Amid corrupted Thebes was proud to tell Nor less prevailing is their charm
The deeds of Athens and the Persian shane : The vengeful bosom to disarm;
Hence on thy head their impious vengeance fell To melt the proud with human woe,
But thou, O faithful to thy fame, And prompt unwilling tears to flow.
The Muse's law didst rightly know; Can wealth a power like this afford ?
That who would animate his lays,
And other minds to virtue raise,
Must feel his own with all her spirit glow.
Are there, approv'd of later times,
Ne'er shalt thou blush to honour; to assert Who saw majestic Rome betray'd; From all that scorned Vice or slavish Fear hath And lent the imperial ruffian aid? sung
Alas! not one polluted bard,
Warbling at will in Pleasure's myrtle bower; Or Tibur's hills reply'd,
Dare to the Muse's ear aspire ; By flattering minstrels paid in evil hour, Save that, instructed by the Grecian lyre, Move thee to spurn the heavenly Muse's reign. With Freedom's ancient notes their shameful task A different strain,
Amid the domes of modern hands :
Then turn, and, while each western clime (While men and heroes throng'd around)
Presents her tuneful sons to Time, How life its noblest use may find,
So mark thou Milton's name; How well for freedom be resign'd;
And add, “ Thus differs from the throng And how, by Glory, Virtue shall be crown'd. The spirit which inform'd thy aweful song,
Which bade thy potent voice protect thy country's II.
fame. Such was the Chian father's strain
Yet hence barbaric Zeal To many a kind domestic train,
His memory with unholy rage pursues; Whose pious hearth and genial bowl
While from these arduous cares of public weal Had cheer'd the reverend pilgrim's soul : She bids each bard begone, and rest him with his When, every hospitable rite
O fool! to think the man, whose ample mind
Must grasp at all that yonder stars survey;
Unmoy'd or cold! Now oft, where happy spirits dwell,
O fool! to deem Where yet he tunes his charming shell,
That he, whose thought must visit every theme, Oft ncar him, with applauding hands, The Genius of his country stands.
Whose heart must every strong emotion know To watch the state's uncertain frame,
And baffle Faction's partial aim :
But chiefly, with determin'd zeal, With false ignoble science fraught,
To quell that servile band, who kneel Shall spurn at Freedom's faithful hand;
To Freedom's banish'd foes; That he their dear defence will shun,
That monster, which is daily found Or bide their glories from the Sun,
Expert and bold thy country's peace to wound; Or deal their vengeance with a woman's hand ! Yet dreads to handle arms, nor manly counsel knows. IV.
'T is highest Heaven's command,
That guilty aims should sordid paths pursue ; I care not that in Arno's plain,
That what ensnares the heart should maim the Or on the sportive banks of Seine,
hand, From public themes the Muse's quire
And Virtue's worthless foes be false to Glory too. Content with polish'd ease retire.
But look on Freedom. See, through every age, Where priests the studious head command,
What labours, perils, griefs, hath she disdain'd! Where tyrants bow the warlike hand
What arms, what regal pride, what priestly rage, To vile Ambition's aim,
Have her dread offspring conquer'd or sustain'd! Say, what can public themes afford,
For Albion well have conquer'd. Let the strains Save venal honours to an hateful lord, [Fame ?
Of happy swains, Reserv'd for angry Heaven, and scorn'd of honest
Which now resound
Where Scarsdale's cliff's the swelling pastures But here, where Freedom's equal throne
Bear witness. There, oft let the farmer bail To all her valiant sons is known;
The sacred orchard which imbowers his gate, Where all are conscious of her cares,
And show to strangers passing down the vale,
Where Ca'ndish, Booth, and Osborne sate;
When, bursting from their country's chain,
Even in the midst of deadly harms,
Of papal snares and lawless arms,
They plann'd for Freedom this her noblest reign,
Which Nassau gave us all to share,
Had ne'er adorn’d the English name, Tha: to one general weal their different powers
Could Fear have silenc'd Freedom's claim. they bend,
But Fear in vain attempts to bind
Those lofty efforts of the mind
Which social Good inspires; Though with new honours the patrician's line
Where men, for this, assault a throne, Advance from age to age ; yet thus alone
Each adds the common welfare to his own; They win the suffrage of impartial Fame. The poet's name
And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acHe best shall prove,
quires. Whose lays the soul with noblest passions move. But thee, O progeny of heroes old,
Say, was it thus, when late we view'd
Our fields in civil blood imbrued ?
When Fortune crown'd the barbarous host,
And half the astonish'd isle was lost?
Did one of all that vaunting train,
Who dare affront a peaceful reign,
Durst one in arms appear ?
Durst one in counsels pledge his life?
Stake his luxurious fortunes in the strife?
Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to
Yet, Hastings, these are they
What Glory should demand, or Liberty approve !
But let their works declare them. Thy free powers, No private master fills :
The generous powers of thy prevailing mind, Where, long foretold, the people reigns : Not for the tasks of their confederate hours, Where each a vassal's humble heart disdains; Lewd brawls and lurking slander, were design'd. And judgeth what he sees; and, as he judgeth, wills. Be thou thy own approver. Honest praise
Oft nobly sways
But, sought from cowards and the lying mouth,
For better praise awaits you. Thames, your sire,
Praise is reproach. Eternal God alone The kindred powers, Tethys, and reveriti
And spotless Vesta; while supreine of stay He, from the faithful records of his throne, Remain'd the cloud-compeller. From the audio Bids the historian and the bard
Of Tethys sprang the sedgy-crowned race, Dispose of honour and of scorn;
Who from a thousand urns, o'er every clime, Discern the patriot from the slave ;
Send tribute to their parent : and from them
And tuneful Aganippe ; that sweet name,
Belov'd of Pæon. Listen to my strain,
Daughters of 'Tethys : listen to your praise.
You, Nymphs, the winged offspring, which of the 1746.
Aurora to divine Astræus bore,
Owns; and your aid beseecheth. When the moments Argument.
Of Hyperion, from his noontide throne, The nymphs, who preside over springs and rivulets, Unbends their languid pinions, aid from you
are addressed at day-break, in honour of their | They ask : Favonius and the mild South-west several functions, and of the relations which they From you relief implore. Your sallying stress bear to the natural and to the moral worid. Their Fresh vigour to their weary wings impart. origin is deduced from the first allegorical deities, Again they fly, disporting; from the mead or powers of Nature; according to the doctrine of | Half ripen'd and the tender blades of corn, the old mythological poets, concerning the gener. To sweep the noxious mildew; or dispel ation of the gods and the rise of things. They Contagious streams, which oft the parched Earth are then successively considered, as giving motion Breathes on her fainting sons. From noon to , to the air and exciting summer-breezes ; as nou- Along the river and the paved brook, rishing and beautifying the vegetable creation ; as Ascend the cheerful breezes': hail'd of bards contributing to the fullness of navigable rivers, Who, fast by learned Cam, the Æolian lyre and consequently to the maintenance of com- Solicit; nor unwelcome to the youth merce ; and by that means, to the maritimne part who on the heights of Tibur, all inclin'd of military power. Next is represented their fa- O'er rushing Anio, with a pious hand vourable influence upon health, when assisted by The reverend scene delineates, broken fanes, rural exercise: which introduces their connection Or tombs, or pillar'd aqueducts, the pomp with the art of physic, and the happy effects of Of ancient Time ; and haply, while he stars mineral medicinal springs. Lastly, they are ce- The ruins, with a silent tear revolves lebrated for the friendship which the Muses bear The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. them, and for the true inspiration which temper You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid ance only can receive : in opposition to the en- The rural powers confess ; and still prepare thusiasm of the more licentious poets.
For you their choicest treasures. Pan commands,
Oft as the Delian king with Sirius holds O'rr yonder eastern hill the twilight pale
The central heavens, the father of the grove Walks forth from darkness; and the god of day, Commands bis Dryads over your abodes With bright Astræa seated by his side,
To spread their deepest umbrage. Well the god Waits yet to leave the ocean. Tarry, Nymphs, Remembereth how indulgent ye supplied Ye Nymphs, ye blue-ey'd progeny of Thames, Your genial dews to nurse them in their prime. Who now the mazes of this rugged heath
Pales, the pasture's queen, where'er ye stray, Trace with your fleeting steps ; who all night long Pursues your steps, delighted; and the path Repeat, amid the cool and tranquil air,
With living verdure clothes. Around your haupts Your lonely murmurs, tarry: and receive The laughing Chloris, with profusest hand, My offer'd lay. To pay you homage due, Throws wide her blooms, her odours. Still with you I leave the gates of Sleep; nor shall my lyre Pomona seeks to dwell: and o'er the lawns, Too far into the splendid hours of morn
And o'er the vale of Richmond, where with Thames Engage your audience: my observant hand Ye love to wander, Amalthea pours Shall close the strain ere any sultry beam
Well-pleas'd the wealth of that Ammonian horn, Approach you. To your subterranean haunts Her dower; unmindful of the fragrant isles Ye then may timely steal ; to pace with care Nysæan or Atlantic. Nor canst thou, The humid sands; to loosen from the soil
(Albeit oft, ungrateful, thou dost mock The bubbling sources; to direct the rills
The beverage of the sober Naiad's urn, To meet in wider channels; or beneath
O Bromius, O Lenæan) nor canst thou Some grotto's dripping arch, at height of noon Disown the powers whose bounty, ill repaid, To slumber, shelter'd from the burning heaven. With nectar feeds thy tendrils. Yet from me,
Where shall my song begin, ye Nymphs? or end? Yet, blameless Nymphs, from my delighted lyte,
Descend, the tribute stately Thames receives,
Delighted; and your piety applauds ; Of Rhea drove him from the upper sky,
And bids his copious tide roll on secure, And quell'd his deadly might
. Then social reign'd | For faithful are his daughters; and with words
Auspicious gratulates the bark which, now Which wait on human life. Your gentle aid
To Cynthia's lonely haunts. To spread the toils,
And where the fervour of the sunny vale Flows wealth and kind society to men.
May beat upon his brow, through devious paths By you, my function and my honour'd name Beckons his rapid courser.
Nor when case, Do I possess; while o'er the Boetic vale,
Cool ease and welcome slumbers have becalm'd Or through the towers of Memphis, or the palms His eager bosom, does the queen of health By sacred Ganges water'd, I conduct
Her pleasing care withhold. His decent board The English merchant: with the buxom fleece She guards, presiding; and the frugal powers Of fertile Ariconium while I clothe
With joy sedate leads in: and while the brown Sarmatian kings; or to the household gods Ennæan dame with Pan presents her stores; Of Syria, from the bleak Cornubian shore,
While changing still, and comely in the change, Dispense the mineral treasure which of old
Vertumnus and the Hours before him spread sidonian pilots sought, when this fair land
The garden's banquet; you to crown his feast, Vas yet unconscious of those generous arts To crown his feast, О Naiads, you the fair Which wise Phænicia from their native clime Hygeia calls: and from your shelving seats, ['ransplanted to a more indulgent Heaven." And groves of poplar, plenteous cups ye bring,
Such are the words of Hermes : such the praise, To slake his veins : till soon a purer tide ) Naiads, which from tongues celestial waits Flows down those loaded channels; washeth off pour bounteous deeds. From bounty issueth power: The dregs of luxury, the lurking seeds And those who, sedulous in prudent works, Of crude disease ; and through the abodes of life Lelieve the wants of nature, Jove repays
Sends vigour, sends repose. Hail, Naiads : hail, Vith noble wealth, and his own seat on Earth, Who give, to labour, health; to stooping age, 't judgments to pronounce, and curb the might The joys which youth had squander’d. Oft your Of wicked men. Your kind unfailing urns Tot vainly to the hospitable arts
Will I invoke; and, frequent in your praise, Of Hermes yield their store. For, Oye Nymphs, Abash the frantic Thyrsus with my song. Iath he not won the unconquerable queen
For not estrang'd from your benignant arts Of arms to court your friendship ? You she owns Is he, the god, to whose mysterious shrine -The fair associates who extend her sway
My youth was sacred, and my votive cares Vide o'er the mighty deep; and grateful things Belong ; the learned Pæon. Oft when all )f you she uttereth, oft as from the shore
His cordial treasures he hath search'd in vain ; »f Thames, or Medway's vale, or the green banks When herbs, and potent trees, and drops of balm :)f Vecta, she her thundering navy leads
Rich with the genial influence of the Sun, *o Calpe's foaming channel, or the rough
(To rouse dark Fancy from her plaintive dreams, antabrian surge; her auspices divine
To brace the nerveless arm, with food to win mparting to the senate and the prince
Sick appetite, or hush the unquiet breast »f Albion, to dismay barbaric kings,
Which pines with silent passion,) he in vain "he Iberian, or the Celt. The pride of kings Hath prov'd; to your deep mansions he descends, Vas ever scorn'd by Pallas: and of old
Your gates of humid rock, your dim arcades, lejoic'd the virgin, from the brazen prow
He entereth ; where empurpled veins of ore of Athens o'er Ægina's gloomy surge,
Gleam on the roof; where through the rigid mine o drive her clouds and storms; o'erwhelming all Your trickling rills insinuate. There the god "he Persian's promis'd glory, when the realms From your indulgent hands the streaming bowl Of Indus and the soft Ionian clime,
Wafts to his pale-ey'd suppliants ; wafts the seeds Vhen Libya's torrid champain and the rocks Metallic, and the elemental salts
soon cold Imaüs join'd their servile bands,
Wash'd from the pregnant glebe. They drink : and So sweep the sons of Liberty from Earth.
Flies pain; Alies inauspicious care : and soon n vain : Minerva on the bounding prow
The social haunt or unfrequented shade jf Athens stood, and with the thunder's voice Hears Io, Io Pæan; as of old, Jenounc'd her terrours on their impious heads, When Python fell. And, O propitious Nymphs, and shook her burning ægis. Xerxes saw : Oft as for helpless mortals I implore 'rom Heracleum, on the mountain's height Your salutary springs, through every urn hron'd in his golden car, he knew the sign Oh shed your healing treasures. With the first Celestial; felt unrighteous hope forsake
And finest breath, which from the genial strife lis faultering heart, and turn’d his face with shame. Of mineral fermentation springs like light
Hail, ye who share the stern Minerva's power ; O'er the fresh morning's vapours, lustrate then Vho arm the hand of Liberty for war :
The fountain, and inform the rising wave. And give to the renown'd Britannic name
My lyre shall pay your bounty. Scorn not ye lo awe contending monarchs : yet benign, That humble tribute. Though a mortal hand let mild of nature ; to the works of peace
Excite the strings to utterance, yet for themes More prone, and lenient of the many ills
Not unregarded of celestial powers,
And lifted up the veil which Heaven from Earth
« Go thou, and rescue my dishonour'd law
To faith without assent, allegiance unrepail."
I frame their language ; and the Muses deign Of young Lyæus, and the dread exploits,
May sing in aptest numbers : he the fate
Of sober Pentheus, he the Paphian rites,
X In eariy days did to my wondering sense
And naked Mars with Cytherea chain'de
W Their secrets oft reveal : oft my rais'd ear
And strong Alcides in the spinster's robes,
TI In slumber felt their music : oft at noon,
May celebrate, applauded. But with you,
TO Or hour of sunset, by some lonely stream,
O Naiads, far from that unballow'd rout, In field or shady grove, they taught me words Must dwell the man whoe'er to praised theme
TE Of power, from death and envy to preserve Invokes the immortal Muse. The immorta! Va 6 The good man's name. Whence yet with grateful To your calm habitations, to the cave
Corycian, or the Delphic mount, will guide And offerings unprofan'd by ruder eye,
His footsteps ; and with your unsullied streams My vows I send, my homage, to the seats
His lips will bathe: whether the eternal lore
, And leaning o'er Castalia's mossy verge,
In those unfading islands of the bless'd, They mark the cadence of your confluent urns, Where sacred bards abide. Hail, honour'd Nyopes How tuneful, yielding gratefullest repose Thrice hail. For you the Cyrenaic shell
C To their consorted measure: till again,
Behold, I touch, revering. To my songs With emulation all the sounding choir,
Be present ye with favourable feet,
And all profaner audience far remove.
To And quench the formidable thunderbolt Of unrelenting fire. With slacken’d wings,
TO THE RIGHT REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHT
For treason quell’d and laws secur'd,
The palm of honourable praise. Most welcome ease. The sire of gods and men,
Envy may rail; and Faction fierce In that great moment of divine delight,
May strive; but what, alas! can those Looks down on all that live; and whatsoe'er
(Though bold, yet blind and sordid foes) He loves not, o'er the peopled earth, and o'er
To gratitude and love oppose,
To faithful story and persuasive verse!
Ye Naiads, ye
O nurse of Freedom, Albion, say, With ravish'd ears the melody attend
Thou tamer of despotic sway, Worthy of sacred silence. But the slaves
What man, among thy sons around, Of Bacchus with tempestuous clamours strive Thus heir to glory hast thou found ? To drown the heavenly strains ; of highest Jove What page in all thy annals bright, Irreverent, and by mad presumption fir'd
Hast thou with purer joy survey'd Their own discordant raptures to advance
Than that where Truth, by Hoadly's aid
, With hostile emulation. Down they rush
Shines through Imposture's solemn shade,
To him the Teacher bless'd,
By Jordan, like the morn to cheer the west,
Let not my peaceful name be made a lure