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His eyes, for Pallas, and for Lausus, flow, Aufonia's bards drew off from every part Mourn with their fires, and weep another's woe. The barbarous dregs, and civiliz'd the art. But when Uryalus, in all his charms,

Till, like the day, all shining and serene, Is snatch'd by fate from his dear mother's arms, That drives the clouds, and clears the gecey And as he rolls in death, the purple flood

scene, Streams out, and Itains his snowy limbs with Refines the air, and brightens up the kics, blood,

See the majestic head of Virgil rise; His soul the pangs of generous sorrow pierce, Phæbus' undoubted son !-who clears the red And a new tear steals out at every verse.

Of the rough ancients, and shakes off their del Meantime with bolder steps the youth proceeds, He on each line a nobler grace bellow'd; And the Greek poets in succession reads;

He thought, and spoke in every word a god. Seasons to either tongue his tender ears;

To grace this mighty bard, ye muses, bring Compares the heroes glorious characters ;

Your choicest flowers, and rifle all the spring: Sees, how Æneas is himself alone,

See! how the Grecian bards, at difiance threr The draught of Peleus' and Laertes' fon;

With reverence bow to this distinguish'd lon; How, by che poet's art, in one, conspire

Immortal sounds his gulden lines impart, Ulysses' conduct, and Achilles' fire.

And nought can match his genius but his art. But now, young bard, with strict attention hear, Ev'n Greece turus pale, and trembles at his fans And drink my precepts in at either ear;

Which shades the luftre of her Homer's nart. Since mighty crowds of poets you may find, 'Twas chen Ausonia saw her language rise Crowds of the Grecian and Ausonian kind, In all its strength and glory to the skies; Learn hence what bards to quit or to pursue, Such glory never could the boaft before, To thun the false, and to embrace the true; Nor could succeeding poets make it more. Nor is it hard to cull each noble piece,

From that blest period the poetic flate And point out every glorious son of Greece; Ran down the precipice of time and fate; Above whose numbers Homer fits on high, Degenerace souls succeed, a wretched train, And thines supreme in distant majetty;

And her old fame at once drew back again. Whom with a reverend eye the reit regard, One, to his genius trusts, in every part, And owe their raptures to the sovereign bard; And scorns the rules and discipline of art. Through him the god their panting souls inspires, While this, an empty tide of sound affords, Swells every breast, and warms with all his fires, And roars and thunders in a storm of words Blest were the poets with the hollow'd rage, Some, musically dull, all methods try Train'd up in that and the succeeding age : To win the car with sweet stupidity; As to his time each poet nearer drew,

Unruffled frains for solid wic dispense, His spreading fame in just proportion grew, And give us numbers, when we call for sense By like degrees the next degenerate race

Till from th' Hesperian plains and Tyber chase Sunk from the height of honour to disgrace. From Rome the baniih'd lifters fled at lalt; And now the fame of Greece extinguish'd lies, Driven by the barbarous nations, who frem ir Her ancient language with her glory dies.

Burst into Larium with a ride of war. Her banish'd princes mourn their ravish'd crowns, Hence a vast change of their old manpers {pron Driven from their old hereditary thrones; The faves were forc'd to speak thcir Her drooping natives rove o'er worlds unknown,

tongue; And weep their woes in regions not their own; No bonours now were paid the sacred muse, She feels through all her states the dreadful blow, But all were bent on mercenary views; And mourns the fury of a barbarous soe. (maids Till Latium faw with joy th' Aonian train

But when our bards brought o'er th' Aonian By the great Medici restor'd again; From their own Helicon to Tyber's shades; Th'illuitrious Medici, of Tuscan race, When first they settled on Hesperia's plains, Were born to cherish learning in disgrace, Their numbers ran in rough unpolith'd itrains. New life on every science to bestow, Void of the Grecian art their measures flow'd; And loll the cries of Europe in her woe. Pleas'd the wild satyrs, and the tylsan crowd. With pity they beneld those turns of fare, Low shrubs and lofty forests whilom rung, And propp'd the ruins of the Grecian state; With uncouth verse, and antiquated song; For left her wit should perish with her fame, Nor yet old Ennius sung in artless strains,

Their care supported ftill the Argive nane; Fights, arms, and hosts embatteld on the plain?, They call'd the aspiring youths from dittant par? Who first aspir'd to pluck the verdant crown To plant Ausonia with the Grecian arts; From Grecian heads and fix it on his own.

To back in case, and science to diffuse, New wonders the succeeding bards explore, And to reitore the empire of the muse; Which slepe conccal'd in nature's womb before; They lent to rav.g'd provinces with care, Her awful secrets the bold poet fings,

And cities waited by the rage of war, And sees to view the principles of things; To buy the ancients works of deathleis fame, Each part was fair, and beautiful the whole, And fuatch th’immortal labours from the fact And every line was nectar to the soul.

To which the focs had doom d each gustoaspet By such degrees the verse, as ages roll'u,

Who rcign and lord it in the realms of Greett. Was stamp'd to form, and took the Leaute is Fut we, ye gods, would raise a foreiga led, mould.

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"hrough many a period this has been the fate, The trembling innocent from deep despair ied thin the lift of the pre-ic stare.

Sickend, and breath'd his little foui in air. Hence sacred Virgil from thy soul adore

For him beneath his poplar, mourns the Po; bove the rent, and to thiy urmoft power

For him the tears of hoary Serius flow; urtve the glorious pach he truck before. For him their tears the watery fifters shed, :he fupplies not all v ur want«, peruse

Who lov'd him living, and deplor'd him dead. h inmortal strains : f each lugultan muse. The furious pedant, co restrain hi rage, Here ftop-nor rashir fe-k to know the relt, Should mark th' example of a former age;

ut drive the dirt ambition fro'n chy breat, How fierce Alcides, warm'd with youthful ire, ivil riper years and ju tgment form thy thoughts Dash'd on his master's front his vocal lyre. po mark their beauties, and avoid their faults. But yet, ye youths, confess your masters (way,

antime ye parents, with attention hear, And their commands implicitly obey. Epithus advis'd exert your unioft care;

Whoever then this arduous task pursues, ::" blameiels tutor fror a thousand choose, To form the bard, and cultivate the musc, se from his foul devoted to the muse;

Let him by lofter means, and milder ways, in, pleas'd the tender pupil to improve,

Warm his ambition with the love of praile; ards and loves him with a father's love. Soon as his precepts shall engage his heart, outh, of itfelf to numerius ills betray'd,

And fan the rising fire in every part, quires a prop, and wants a foreign aid; Light is the rakk ;-for then the eager boy Jess a malter' rules his mir d incline

Pursues che voluntary toil with joy; » love and caltivate the sacred nine,

Dildains th' inglorious indolence of rest, thoughes a thousand objects will employ, And feed. th' immortal ardour in his breast. id from Parnaffus lead the wandering boy.

And here the common practice of the schols trusts the fwain the saplings to the earth; By known experience justifies my rules, hopes in time to see the sprouting birth; The youchs in social studies to engage; rainst the winds defensive props he forms,

For then the rivals burn with generous rage, thield the future forest from the storms, Each soul the itings of emulation raise, at each embolden'd plant at length may

rise And every litele bosom beats for praise. verdant pride, and hoor into the skies.

But gifts propos'd will urge them beft to rise; Bu: let the guide, if e'er he would improve Fir'd at the glorious prospect of a prize, s charge, avoid his hare, and win his love; With noble jealousy the blooming bard

ft in his rage wrong measures he may take, Reads, labours, glows, and strains for the reward id lothe the muses for the teacher's lake. Fears Jeft his happy rival win the race,

ful then ficken d from her native force, And raise a triumph on his own disgrace. igs at the barrier, and forgets the course.

But when once season'd to the rage divine, by your anger be the youth o'er-aw'd, He loves and courts the raptures of the nine; 't scorn th'ungenerous province of the rod; The sense of glory, and the love of fame, Ei offended mules never can sustain

Serve but as second motives to the flame; E hear the shriekings of the tender train,

The thrilling pleasure all the bard subdues, i tung with grif and anguith hang behind; Lock'd in the strict embraces of the muse. mp'd is the sprightly vigour of the mind. See! when harsh parents force the youth to quit ?c boy no daring images inspire,

For meaner arts the dear delights of wit, brighe ideas fet his thoughts on fire:

li e'er the wonted warmth his thoughts inspire, - drags ou heavily th’ungrateful load,

And with pait pleasures set his mind on fire, own oblinately dull, and season'd co the rod. How from his soul he longs, but longs in vain,

ko'w a pedant, who to penance brought To haunt the groves and purling freams again! i tremb ing pupil, for the lighte i fault; No stern commands of parents can controui, is loul crantported with a storm of ire,

No force can check the fallies of his foul. dal the rage that malice cold inspire: So burns the courser season'd to the rein, turns the torturing losges we might hear, That (pies his females ou a Jillant plain, turns the shricks of wretches lluno'd the car, And longs to act his pleasures o'er again. il to my mind the dire ideas rile

Fir'd with remembrance of his joys, he bounds, ven rage unusual sparkled in his eyes;

He foams and Itrives to reach the well-known Man with the dreadful Icourge inli leing loud,

grounds; e tyrant terrify'd the blooming crowd; The goring Spurs his furi us flames improve, Joy the faireit of the frighted train,

And rose within him all the rage «f love; 10 yer 'carce gave the promife of a man, Ply'd with the scourge he still neglects his hafte, ! dismal object! idly past the day

And moves reluctant when he moves at last; all the thoughtiess innocence of play;

Reverts his eye, regrers the distane mare, len lo! th imperious wreich infiam d with rage, And neighs imp.cient for the dappled fair. and ierardleis if he tender age,

How üft the youth would long to change his to fury tums; the faule his clamours urge:

fate, hand high waving brandithes the scourge. Who, high advanc'd to all the pomp of state, ars, vows, and prayers, the tyrants ears affail; With rief his gaudy load of grandeur views, Vain ;-nor tears, nor vows, nor prayers prevail. Lost at :co high a diftance from the mule :



How oft he fighs by warbling streams to rove, Courts the coy muses, though rejected lül, And quit the palace for the shady grove !

Nor nature seconds his misguided will: How oft in Tybur's cold retreats to lye,

He strives, he toils with unavailing care; And gladly stoop to cheerful poverty,

Nor heaven relents, nor Phæbus bears his pro Beneath the rigour of the wintery sky!

He with succes: perhaps may plead a czuk, But yet how many curse their fruitless toil, Shine at the bar, and flourish by the laws; Who turn and cultivate a barren foil ?

Perhaps discover Nature's secret springs, This, ere too late, the master may divine

And bring to light th' originals of things By a sure omen and a certain sign;

But sometimes precept will such force impar, The hopeful youth, determin'd by his choice, That nacure bends beneath the power of z. Works without precept, and prevents advice, Besides, 'tis no light province to remove Consults his teacher, plies his task with joy, From the rath boy the fiery pangs of love; And a quick sense of glory fires the boy.

Till, ripe in years, and niore confirm'd in a He challenges the crowd; the conquest o'er, He learns to bear the flames of Cupid's rage, He truts away the victor of an hour. (care, Oft hidden fires on all his vitals prey, Then vanquish'd in his turn; o'erwhelm'd with Devour the youth, and melt his soul away. He weeps, he pines, he fickens with despair ; By flow degrees;blot out his goldes de Nor looks his little rivals in the face,

The tuneful pocts, and Caftalian streams; But flies for shelter to some lonely place,

Struck with a fecret wound, he weeps and te To mourn his shame, and cover his disgrace. In every thought the darling phantoms of; His master's frowns impatient to sustain,

The fancy d charmer swims before his ligte, Streight he returns, and wins the day again. His theme all day, his vision all the nigh: : This is the boy his better fates design

The wandering object takes up all his care, To rise the future darling of the nine;

Nor can be quit th' imaginary fair. For him the muses weave the sacred crown, Meantime his fire, unconscious of his pain, And bright Apollo claims him for his own. Applies the temper'd medicines in vain; Not the least hope th' unactive youth can raise, The plague, fo deeply rooted in his heart, Dead to the prospect and the sense of praise; Mocks every flight attempt of Pæan's art; Who your just rules with dull attention hears, The flames of Cupid all his breast inspire, Nor lends his understanding, but his ears,

And in the lover's quench the poct's fire. Resolv'd his parts in indolence to keep,

When in his riper years, without contra He lulls his drowsy faculties alleep;

The nine have took poffeflion of his soul; The wretch your best endeavours will betray, When, sacred to their god, the crown be And the superfluous care is thrown away.

To other authors let him bend his cares; I fear for him who ripens ere his prime; Consult their styles, examine every part, For all productions there's a proper cime.

And a new tincture take fron every art. Oh! may no apples in the spring appear,

First study Tully's language and his sease, Out-grow the seasons, and prevent the year, And range that boundless field of cloques Nor mellow yet till autumn stains the vine, Tully, Rome's other glory, still affords And the full presses foam with floods of wine. The best expresions and the richest word; Torn from the parent-tree too soon, they lic As high o'er all in eloquence he stood, Trod down by every swain who passes by.

As Rome o'er all the nations she subdu'd Nor should the youth too ftri&ly be confin'd, Let him read men and manners, and exper: 'Tis sometimes proper to unbend his mind; The site and distances from thore to ibart; When tir'd with study, let him seek the plains, Then let him travel, or to maps repair, And mark the homely humours of the swains; And see imagin'd cities rising there; Or pleas'd the toils to spread, or horns to wind, Range with his eyes the carch's fi&titions Hunt the feet mountain-goat or forcft-hind. And

pass o'er figur'd worlds that grace ele Meantime the youth, impatient that the day Some in the bloody shock of arms appear, Should pass in pleasures unimprov'd away, To paint the native horrors of the war; Steals from the shouting crowd, and quits the Through charging hosts they rulh before these plains,

And plunge in all the tumult of the fight To fing the sylvan gods in rural strains ;

But since our lives, contracted in their date Or calls the muses to Albunea's shades,

By scanty bounds and circumscrib'd by fare, Courts and enjoys the visionary maids.

Can pever launch through all the depths of E", So labour'd fields, with crops alternate blest, Ye youths, touch only the material parts ; By turns lie fallow, and indulge their rest; There stop your labour, there your search te The fwain contented bids the hungry foil And draw from thence a notion of the whal Enjoy a sweet vicissitude from toil,

From diftant climes when the rich siem Till earth renews her genial powers to bear,

come, And pays his prudence with a bounteous year. To bring the wealth of foreigo regions isor On a strict view your solid judgment frame, Content the friendly harbours to explore

, Nor think that genius is in all the same :

They only touch upon the winding lure; How oft the youth, who wants the sacred fire, Nor with vain labour wander up and dowe Fondly mistakes for genius his delire!

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hat would but call them from their former road, , That from a mountain's brow, o'ercharg'd with Co spend an age in banishment abroad;


(plains ; 00 late returning from the dangerous main, Bursts in a thundering tide, and foarns along the o see their countries and their friends again. With horror chili'd, he traverses the ihore, Still be the sacred poets your delight;

Sees the waves rise, and hears the torrent roar; ead them by day, consult them in the night; Then griev'd returns; or wairs with rain delay, om those clear fountains all your raptures

Till the tumultuous deluge rolls away. bring,

But in no liad let the youth engage -id draw for ever from the muses' spring. Ilis tender years, and unexperienc'd age; t let your subject in your bofom roil,

Let him by just degrees and steps proceed, him every thought, and Jraw in all the soul. Sing with the swains, and tune the tender reed: at constant object to your mind display, He with success an humbler theme may ply, ur toil all night, your labour all the day. And, Virgil-like, inmortalize a fly:

need not all the rules of verse disclose, Or fing the mice, their battles and attacks,
I how their various measures to dispose; Agrinit the croaking natives of the lakes :
e tutor here with ease his charge may guide Or with what art her coils the spider sets,
join the parts and numbers, or divide. And spins her filmy entrails into nets.
w let him words to stated laws fubmit,

And here embrace, ye teachers, this advice; yoke to measures, or reduce to feet;

Not to be too inquisitively nice, w let him softly to himself rehearse

But, till the scul enlarg'd in drength appears, first attempts and rudiments of verse; Indulge the boy, and spare his tender years ; on those rich expressions his regard,

Till, to ripe judgment and experience brought, vse made sacred by some ancient bard; Himself discerns and blushes at a fault; z by a different gust of hopes and fears, For if the critic's eyes too strictly pierce, begs of heaven an hundred eyes and ears. To point each blemish out in every verse,

here, now there, coy nature he pursues, Void of all hope the fripling may depart, I takes one image in a thousand views. And turn his studies to another art. waits the hippy moment that affords

But if resolv'd his darling faults to see, noblest thoughts, and most expressive words ; A youth of genius should apply to me, brooks no Jull delay; admits no rest;

And court my elder judgment to peruse ide of passion firuggles in his breast;

Th' imperfect labours of his iníant mule; ind his dark soul no clear ideas play,

I should not scruple, with a candid eye, i molt familiar objects glide away.

To read aod praise his poem to the sky; six'd in thought, astonish'd he appears, With seening rapture on each line to pause, foul examines, and consults his ears;

And dwell on each expreflion with applause. i racks his faithless memory, to find

But when my praises had infiam'd his mind, je traces fuintly ketch'd upon his mind. If some lame verfe limp'd slowly up behind; Fire he unlocks the glorious magazine,

One, thae hinself, unconscious, had not found, opens every faculty within ;

By numbers charın'd, and led away by found, * out with pride their intellectual spoils, I should not fear to minister a prop, { with the noble treasure crowns his toils; And give him stronger feet to keep it up; Fl oft mere chance shall images display,

Teach it to run along more firm and fure; Fit ftrik- bis mind engag'd a different way. Nor would I show the wound before the cure. he perlifts; regrets no toil or pain,

For what remains; the poet I enjoin 1 till the talk, he tried before in vain,

To form no glorious scheme, no great design, s with unweary'd diligence again.

Till free from buliness he retires alunc, - oft unmanageable thoughts appear,

And fies the giddy cumule of the town; je mock his labour, and eluide his care;

Secks rural pleafures, and enjoys the glades, impatient bard, with all his nerves aprlyd, And court the thoughtful silence of the thades, is all the avenues on every side;

Where the fair Dryads haunt their native lu'd and bene the precipice to gain ;

woods, ugh yet he labours at the rock in vain; With all the orders of the sy'van gids. his ouvu strength and heaven, with conquest Here in their fost retreats the pocts lie,

Serene, and bleft with cheerful poverty; ving th' important victory at last;

No guilty fchenics of wealth their fouis moleft, ch'd by his hands the varquith'd nonser lies, No cares, ro profprets, difcompofe their rest;

the proud triumph lifis bin to the skies. No fchenies of grandeur glitter in their view; when ev'n chance and all his efforts fail, Here they the joys of innocence pursue, toils, nos vigilance, nor cares prevail; And taste the pleasures of the happy few. pait attempts in vain the boy renews,

From a rock's citrails the barbarian iprung, waits the fofter ftasons of the muse;

Who dares to violate the facred throny quits his work; throws by his fund desires : By deeds er words--The wretch by tury driven, from his talk reludlantly retires.

Afzuits the darling colony of heaven! {eyes hus o'er thc fields the fwain pursues his road, Soine have look'd down, we know, with scornful stopt at length by sonic inpervious flued, Oa the bright muse who taught them huw to rise, VOL. VIII,

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And paid, when rais'd to grandeur, no regard What has to man of nobler worth best pro From that high station to che sacred bard.

Than this the best and greatest boon of here Uninjur'd, mortals, let the poets lie,

Whatever power the glorious gift bestow' Or dread th' impending vengeance of the sky; We trace the certain footsteps of a God; The gods still liften'd to their constant prayer, By thee inspir'd, the daring poet flies, And made the poets their peculiar care.

His soul moun's up, and towers above the ka They, with contempt, on fortune's gift look down, Thou art the source of pleasure, and we iez And laugh at kings who wear an envy'd crown. No joy, no transport, when debarr'd of thes; Rais'd and transported by their foaring mind, Thy tuneful deity the feather'd throng From their proud eminence they view mankind Confess in all the measures of their long. Loft in a cloud; they see them toil below, Thy great commands the savages obey, All busy to promote their conimon woe;

And every silent native of the Ica : Of guilt unconscious, with a steady soul,

led by thy voice, the starting rocks advance, They see the lightnings Aash, and hear the thun. And listening forests mingle in the dance. ders roll.

On thy sweet notes the damn'd rejoice to When, girt with terrors, heaven's Almighty Sire Thy Itrains suspended all the din of hell; Launches his triple bolts and forky fire,

Lulld by the found, the furies rag'd do mort, When o'er high towers the red destroyer plays, And hell's infernal porter ceas'd to roar. And Itrikes the mountains with the pointed blaze; Thy powers exale us to the realms above, Safe in their innocence, like gods, they rise, To feast with gods, and fit the guests of Jork And lift their souls serenely to the skies.

Thy presence softens anguish, woe, and iti: Fly, ye profane ;-the sacred nine were given And reconciles us to the load of life; To bless these lower worlds by bounteous heaven: Hail, thou bright comfort of these low abor Of old, Prometheus, from the realms above, Thou joy of men, and darling of the gods. Brought down these daughters of all-mighty Jove, As priest and poet, in these humble lays, When to his native earth the robber came, I boldly labour to resound thy praise; Charg'd with the plunder of ethereal flame. To hang thy shrines, this gift I bring along, As due compassion touch'd his generous mind, And to thy altars guide the tender throng. To see the favage state of human kind; When, led to range at large the bright abodes,

BOOK II. And Mare ch' ambrosial banquets of the gods;

Proceed, ye Nine, descended from abors, In many a whirl he faw Olympus driven, And heard ch' eternal harmony of heaven. (ears To teach the future age, I hatten on,

Ye tuneful daughters of almighty Jose; Turn'd round an, round the concert charm’d his With all the music of the dancing spheres;

And open every source of Helicon.

Your priest and bard with rage divine isip The facred nine his wondering eyes behold,

While to your shrine I lead the blooming As each her orb in just divisions rulld;.

Hard was the way, and dubious, which e. The thief beholds them with ambitious eyes,

Now show, ye goddesses, a surer road; And, bent on fraud, he meditates the prize ;

Point out those paths, which you can find A prize! the noblest gift he could bestow

To all the world but to yourselves unknown (Next to the fire) on human race below;

Lo! all th' Hesperian youths with me ipAt length th' immortals reconcil'd refign'd

Your softer infiuence, and propitious powe The fair celestial lifters to mankind;

Who, rang'a bencath my banners, bolllyt Though bound to Caucasus with solid chains,

Those arduous tracks to reach your its Th’aspiring robber groan'd in endless pains;

head. By which deterr’d, for ages lay supine

New rules 'tis now my province to impart; The race of mortals, nor invok'd the nine :

first co invent, and then dispose with art; Till heaven in verse show'd man his future state,

Each a laborious task : but they who fears And open'd every diftant scene of fate.

Heaven's kinder bounty, and pecaliar care, First, the great father of the gods above

A glorious train of images may find,
Sung in Dedona and the Libyan grove;
Next, co th' inquiring nations Themis gave,

Preventing hope, and crowding on the need

The other tak, to settle every part, Her sacred answers from the Phocian cave; Then Phæbus warn’d them from the Delphic dome Depends on judgment, and the powers of z

From whence in chief the poet hopes to take Of future time, and ages yet to come;

His future glory, and immortal praile. And reverend Faunus utter'd truths divine

This as a rule the noblest bards efteen, To the firft founders of the Latian line.

To touch at firt in general on the theme; Next the great race of hallow'd prophets came,

To hint at all the subject in a line; With them the Sibylls of immortal lame,

And draw in niiniature the whole design Inspir’d with all the god; who rapt on high

Nor in themselves confide; but next impie With more than mortal rage unbounded Ay,

The timely aid of some celestial power; And range the dark recesses of the sky.

To guide your labours, and point out your own Next, at their feafts, the people sung their lays

Choose, as you please, your tutelary god; (The same their prophets sung in former days);

Bue fill invoke fome guardian deity, Their thepic an hsro, and his deathless praise.

Some power, to look auspicious from the

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