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Now falt we measure back the trackless way; To earth my passions fell like mists away, No friendly stars directive beams display.
And reason open'd in eternal day. But lo!-a thousand lights shoot instant rays ; Swifter than thought from world to world I flew, Yon kindling rock reflects the startling blaze. Celestial knowledge shone in every view. I stand astonish'd-thus the hermit crics :
My food was truth---what transport could I miss ? Fear not, but liften with enlarg'a surprise ! My prospect, all infinicude of bliss. Still must these hours our mutual converse claim, Olympia met me first, and, smiling gay, And cease to echo ftill Olympia's name ;
Onward to mercy led the shining way; Grots, rivulets, groves, Olympia's name forget, As far transcendant to her wonted air, Olympia now no sighing winds repeat.
As her dear wonted felf to many a fair! Can I be mortal, and those hours no more, In voice, and form, beauty more beauteous shows, Those amorous hours, that plaintive echoes bore? And harmony still more harmonious grows. Am I the same? Ah no!-Behold a mind, She points out souls, who taught me friendship's Unruflled, firm, exalted, and refin'd!
charms, Late months, that made the vernal season gay, They gaze, they glow, they spring into my arms! jaw my health languish off in pale decay.
Well pleas'd, high ancestors my view command; No racking pain yet gave disease a date;
Patrons and patriots all; a glorious band! No sad, prefageful thought preluded fate :
Horatio too, by well-born fate refin'd, l'et number'd were my days—My deftin'd end Shone out white-rob’d with saints, a spotless mind! Near, and more near-Nay, every fear suspend ! What once, below, ambition made him miss, pass’d a weary, lingering, sleepless night: Humility here gain'd, a life of bliss! Cheo rose, to walk in morning's earliest light : Though late, let finners then from fin depart! But few my steps a faint, and cheerless few ! Heaven never yet despis'd the contrite heart. kefreshment from my flagging spirits flew. Last mone, with fweet, exalted lustre grac'd, Vhen, low, retir'd beneach a cypress shade, The seraph-bard, in highest order plac'd ! ly limbs upon a flowery bank I laid,
Seers, lovers, legislators, prelates, kings, oon by soft-creeping, murmuring winds compos'd, All raptur'd listen, as he raptur'd fings.
flumber press'd my languid eyes.--They clos’d: Sweetness and strength his look and lays employ, ut clos'd not long---Methought Olympia spoke ; Greet smiles with smiles, and every joy with hrice loud the call’d, and thrice the flumber joy: broke.
Charmful he rofe; his ever charmful tongue wak'd. Forth-gliding from a neighbouring wood, Joy to our second hymeneals sung; ull in my view the shadowy charmer stood. Still as we pass’d, the bright, celestial throng apturous I started up to clasp the shade;
Hail'd us in social love, and heavenly song. ut stagger'd, fell, and found my virals fade : Of that no more! my deathless friendship fee ! - mantling chillness o'er my bosom spread, I come an angel to the muse and thee. s if that instant number'd with the dead. These lights, that vibrate, and promiscuous shine, ser voice now sent afar, imperfect sound,
Are emanacions all of forms divine. Vhen in a swimming trance my pangs were And here the muse, though melted from the drown'd.
gaze, ill farther off the call'd...With soft surprise, Stands among spirits, mingling rays with rays. turn'd---but void of Ire and aid to rise ; If thou would'nt peace attain, my words attend, fiort, shorter, shorter yer, my breath I drew : The last, fond words of thy departed friend! hen up my Itruggling foul unburden'd flew. True joy's a seraph, that to heaven aspires, hus from a state, where sin and grief abide, Unhart it triumphs mid' celestial choirs, leaven summon'd me to mercy.--chus I died. But should no cares a mortal state molest,
He said. Th'astonishment with which I start, Life were a state of ignorance at best.
Whence could she learn to call ideas home?
Without such science of the worldly scene, right plumes of every dye, chat round him how, What is retirement ?..-Empty pride or spleen ; elt
, robe, and wings, in varied lustre show. But with it wisdom. There shall cares refine, Se looks, and forward steps with mien divine; Render'd by contemplation half-divine. grace celestial gives him all to shine.
Trust not the frantie, or mysterious guide, le speaks.--Nature is ravish'd at the found, Nor stoop a captive to the schoolman's pride. he forests move, and streams stand listening On nature's wonders fix alone thy zeal! round!
They dim not reason, when the truth reveal; Thus he. As incorruption I assum'd,
Sp Mall religion in thy heart endure, as instant in immortal youth I bloom'd !
From all traditionary falsehood pure; Lenew'd, and chang'a, 'I felt my vital springs, So life make death familiar to thy eye, ith different lights discern'd the form of things; So fhalt thou live, as thou may't learn to die;
And, though thou view'f thy worst oppressor thrive, | He said. Iolant his pinions upward foar,
But I will suffer my pardon as my punishment, PREFACE.
till that life, which has so graciously been givet Tse reader will easily perceive these verses were useless in his service to whom it was forfeited
mc, shall become considerable enough not to be begun, when my heart was gayer than it has Under influence of these fentiments, with which been of late; and finished in hours of the decpest his Majesty's great goodness has inspired me, ! melancholy.
consider my loss of fortune and dignity as my hap I hope the world will do me the justice to be piness; to which, as I am boto without ambitio. lieve, that no part of this flows from any real i am thrown from them without repining-Polanger against the Lady, to whom it is inscribed. Telling those advantages, my care had been, perWhatever undeserved severities I may have se haps, how to enjoy life; by the want of them ! ceived at her hands, would the deal so candidly as
am taught this nobler leflon, to study how to de acknowledge truth, she very well knows, by an
serve it. experience of many years, that I have ever be
RICHARD SAVAGE. haved myself towards her, like one who thought it his duty to support with patience all afiliations from that quarter. Indeed, if I had not been ca. pable of forgiving a mother, I must have blushed io receive pardon myself at the hands of my So- In gayer hours, when high my fancy ran, vereign.
The muse, exulting, thus her lay began. Neither, to say the truth, were the manner of Bleft be the bastard's birth! through wondront my birth all, should I have any reason for com
ways, plaint-When I am a little disposed to a gay turn He shines eccentric like a comet's blaze! of thinking, I consider, as I was a derelict from No fickly fruit of faint compliance he! my cradle, I have the honour of a lawful claim to He! ftamp'd in nature's mint of ecstacy! the best protection in Europe. For being a fpot He lives to build, not boast, a generous race : of earth, to which nobody pretends a title, I de- No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. volve naturally upon the king, as one of the rights His daring hope, no fire's example bounds; of his royalty.
His first. born lighưs, no prcjudice confounds. While I presume to name his Majesty, I look He, kindling from within, requires no flame; back, with confusion, upon the mercy I have lately He glories in a bastard's glowing namie. experienced; because it is impossible to remember Born to himself, hy no poffeffion led, it, but with something I would fain forget, for the Io freedom foster'd, and by fortune fed; fake of my future peace, and alleviation of my past Nor guides, nor rules, his sovereign choice control, misfortune.
His body independent as his soul; I owe my life to the royal pity, if a wretch can, Loos'd to the world's wide range-enjoy'd no aim, with propriery, be said to live, whose days are | Prescrib'd no ducy, and aflign'd no name : fewer than his sorrows; and to whom death had Nature's onbounded fon, heftands alone, been but a redemption from misery,
His heart unbials'd, and his mind his own.
O mother, yet nb moiher! 'tis to you,
Is chance a guile? that my disasterous heart, My thanks for such distinguish'd claims are due. For mischief never meant, mult ever smart ? You, unenflav'd to nature's narrow laws,
Can self-defence be fin! ---Ah, plead no more! Warm championess for freedom's facred cause, What though no purpos'd malice stain's thee o'er? From all the dry devoirs of blood and line, Had heaven befriended thy unhappy lide, From ties maternal, moral and divine,
Thou hadft not been provok'd-Or thou hadit Discharg'd my grasping soul; push'd me from died, fhore,
Far be the guilt of homeshed blood from all And launch'd me into life without an oar. On whom, unfought, embroiling dangers fall! Whac had I loft, if, conjugally kind,
Still the pale dead revives, and lives to me, By nature hating, yet by vows confin'd,
To me! through pity's eye condemn'd co see. Intaught the matrimonial bounds to flight, Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate; and coldly conscious of a husband's right,
Griev'd I forgive, and am grown cool too late. 'ou had faint-drawn me with a form alone, Young, and unthoughtful then; who knows, one i lawful lump of life by force your own!
day, "hen, while your backward will retrench'd de- What ripening virtues might have made their way! fire,
He might have liv'd till folly died is shame, ad unconcurring spirits lent no fire,
Till kindling wisdom felt a thirst for fame. had been born your dull, domestic heir,
He might perhaps his country's friend have prov'd; .ad of your life, and motive of your care; Both happy, generous, candid, and belov’d, erhaps been poorly rich, and meanly great, He might have sav'd some worth, now doom'd The flave of pomp, a cypher in the state;
to fall; ordly negledful of a worth unknown,
And I, perchance, in him, have murder'd all. ind Numbering in a seat, by chance my own. O fate of late repentance! always vain:
Ear nobler blessings wait the bastard's lot; Thy remedies but lull undying pain. onceiv'd in rapture, and with fire begot! Where shall my hope find rest?- No mother's care song as necessity, he starts away,
Shielded my infant innocence with prayer : limbs against wrongs, and brightens into day. No father's guardian hand my youth maintain'd, Thus uuprophetic, lately misinspir'd,
Callid forth my virtues, or from vice reltrain'd, lung: gay fluttering hope, my fancy fir'd; Is it not chine to snatch some powerful arm, ly secure, through conscious fcorn of ill, First to advance, then skreen from future harm? or taught by wisdom, how to balance will, Am I return'd from death, to live in pain? afhly deceiv'd, I saw no pits to shun,
Or would imperial pity save in vain ? at thought to purpose and to act were one; Dittrust it not-Whac blame can mercy find, eedless what pointed cares pervert his way, Which gives at once a life, and rears a mind? hom caution arms not, and whom woes be Mother, miscallid, farewell-of soul severe, tray;
This fad reflection yet may force one tear : et now, expos’d, and shrinking from diftress, All I was wretched by to you I ow'd, ly to shelter, while the tempests press;
Alone from strangers every comfort flow'd! y muse to grief resigns the varying tone,
Lost to the life you gave, your son no more, e raptures languish, and the numbers groan. And now adopted, who was doom'd before, O memory! thou soul of joy and pain! New-born, I may a nobler mother claim, ou ador of our pallions o'er again!
But dare not whisper her immortal name ; ny doft thou aggravate the wretch's woe? Supremely lovely, and serenely great! hy add continuous smart to every blow? Majestic mother of a kneeling itate! av are my joys; alas ! how soon forgot! Queen of a people's heart, who ne'er before!
that kind quarter thou invad's me not : Agreedyet now with one consent adore ! nile sharp and numberless my forrows fall; One contest yet remains in this defire,
thou repeat'it, and multiply'st them all! Who most shall give applause, where all admire.
Tyrsonnel's recovery at Baib.
Where liberty bids honest arts abound,
O'er the gay world the sweet inspirer reigns; Swift, as she speaks, health spreads the purple wizę, Spleen flies, and elegance her pomp sustains. Soars in the colour'd clouds, and sheds the fpris Thce, goddess! thee! the fair and young obey; Now bland and sweet he floats along in air ; Wealth, wit, love, music, all confess thy Tway. Air feels, and softening own th' æthereal fair ! In the bleak wild ev'n want by thee is bless'd, In fill descent fhe melts on opening Anwers, And pamper'd pride without thee pines for rest. And deep impregnates plants with genial showers The rich grow richer, while in thee they find The genial showers, new.rising to the ray, The matchless treasure of a fmiling mind. Exhale in roseate clouds, and glad the day. Science by thee flows fost in social ease,
Now in a zephyr's borrow'd voice the fings, And virtue, losing rigour, learns to please. Sweeps the ficth dews, and takes them from be The goddess summons cach illustrious name,
wings, Bids the gay talk, and forms th' amufive game. Shakes them embalm'd; or, in a gentle kiss, 1 She, whose fair throne is fix'd in human souls, Breathes the fure earnest of awakening bliss. From joy to joy her eye delighted rolls.
Sapphira feels it, with a soft surprise, But where (she cried) is she, my favourite! The Glide through her veins, and quicken in her ers Of all my race, the dearest far to me!
loftant in her own form the goddess glows, Whose life's the life of each refin'd delight ? Where, bubbling warna, the mineral water for She said-But no Tyrconnel glads her sight. Then, plunging, to che ffocd new virtue gires; Swift sunk her laughing eyes in languid fear; Sleeps every charm; and, as fhe baches, it lives Swift rose the swelling ligh, and trembling tear. As from her locks she sheds the vital fhower, In kind low murmurs all the loss deplore! 'fis done! (the cries) these fprings pofIefs a Tyrconnel droops, and pleasure is no more.
The goddess, filent, paus'd in museful air ; Let these immediate to thy darling roll But mirth, like virtue, cannot long despair. Health, vigour, life, and gay returning foul Celestial-hinted thoughts gay hope inspir’d, Thou fmil't Euphrolyne; and conscious see, Smiling the rose, and all with hope were fir'd. Prompt to thy smile, how nature joys with ther. Where Bath's ascending turrets meet her eyes; All is green life! all beauty rosy bright; Straight wafted on the tepid breeze the flies, Full harmony, young love, and dear delight! She flies, her elder sister health to find;
See vernal hours lead circling joys along! She finds her on the mountain-brow reclin'd. All sun, all bloom, all fragrance, and all song! Around her birds in earliest concert fing;
Receive thy care! Now mirth and health cueHer check the semblance of the kindling spring;
bine. Fresh-tinctur'd like a summer-evening sky, Each heart shall gladden, and each virtue fhise. And a mild fun lits smiling in her eye.
Quick to Augusta bear thy prize away; Loose to the wind her verdant vestments flow; There let her smile, and bid a world be gay. Her limbs yet recent from the springs below; There oft me bathes, then peaceful sits secure, Where cvery gale is fragrant, fresh, and pure;
AN EPISTLE Where flowers and herbs their cordial odours blend,
To the Right Honourable Sir Robert Welpok. And all their balmy virtues fast ascend.
Hail, Gifter, hail! (the kindred goddess cries) Still let low wits, who sense nor honour price No common suppliant ftands before your eyes. Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise ; You, with whose living breath the morn is fraught, At living worth, because alive, exclaim, Flush the fair cheek, and point the cheerful Insult the exild, and the dead defame : thought!
Such paint, what pity veils in private woes, Strength, vigour, wit, depriv'd of thee, decline ! And what we see with grief, with mirth expose Each finer sense, that forms delight, is thine! Studious to urge-(whom will mean autbars Bright funs by thee diffuse a brighter blaze,
spare ?) And the fresh green a fresher green displays! The child's, the parent's, and the confort's tez: Without thee pleasures die, or dully cloy, Unconfcious of what pangs the heart may rend, And life with thee, howe'er depress’d, is joy. Tu lose what they have ne'er deservd-a friend Such thy vast power '— The deity replies, Such, ignorant of fads, invent, relate, Mirth never asks a boon, which health denies, Expos'd perlift, and answer'd still debate : Our mingled gifts transcend imperial wealth ; Such, but by foils, the clearest luftre fee, Health itrengthens mirth, and mirth inspirits And deem aspersing others, praising thee. health.
[are mine ; Far from these tracks my honest lays aspire, These gales, yon springs, herbs, flowers, and fun, And greet a generous heart with generous fire. Thine is their smile! be all their influence thine. Truth be my guide : Truth, which thy virts Euphrosyne rejoins-Thy friendship prove !
claims ! See the dear, sickening object of my love! This, nor the poet, nor the patron fames ! Shall that warm heart, so cheerful ev'n in pain, When party minds shall lose contraded views, So forni’d to please, unpleas'd itself remain ? And history question the recording muse; Sifter! in her my smile anew display,
'Tis this alone to after-times must thise, And all the social world fhall bless thy (way. And stamp the poet and his theme divine.
Long has my mufe, from many a mournful cause, , Sentenc'd to flames th' expansive wisdom fell, Sung with small power, nor fought sublime ap And truth from heaven was forcery from hell. plause ;
[scope; See reason bid each mystic wile retire, (mire! From that great point she now mall urge her, Strike our new light! and mark !—the wise adOn that fair promise reit her fucure hope;
Zcal shall such herely, like learning, hate; Where policy, from itate illusion clear,
The same their glory, and the same their fite. Can through an open aípect thine fincere ;
Lo, from sought mercy, one his life receives ! Where science, law, and liberty depend,
Life, worse than death, that cruel mercy gives : And own the patron, patriot, and the friend ; The man, perchance, who wealth and honours bore, (That breait to fech, that eye on worth to gaze,
Slaves in the mine, or ceaseless trains the oar. That smile to cherish, and that hand to raile!) So doom'd are there, and such, perhaps, our doom, Whose best of hearts her best of thoughts iufiame, Own'd we a prince, avert it heaven! from Rome. Whose joy is bounty, and whose gist is fame. Nor private worth alone false zeal affails;
Where, for relief, flies innocence distress'd ? Whole nations bleed when bigotry prevails. To you, who chase oppreslion from th' oppress’d: What are sworn friendships ? What are kindred Who, when coniplaint to you alone belongs,
ties? Forgive your own, though not a people's wrongs : What's faith with heresy? (the zealot cries.) Who still make public property your care;
See, when war sinks, the thundering cannons roar; And thence bid private grief no more despair. When wounds, and death, and discord are no Ak they what state your sheltering care fall
When music bids undreading joys advance," 'Tis youth, 'tis age, the cottage, and the throne : Swell the soft hour, and turn the swimming dance : Nor can the prison 'scape your searching eye, When, to crown these, the social sparkling bowl Your ear fill opening to the captive's cry. Lists the cheer'd fenle, and pours out all the soul; Nor lefs was promis'd from thy early skill,
Sudden he sends red massacre abroad;
Faithless to man, to prove his faith to God.
All drunk with blood, the arguing sword supplies; Well hadft thou weigh'd what truth such friends The sword, which to ch'aff.liin's hand is given ! afford,
Th' affassin's hand !-pronounc'd the hand of With thee resigning, and with thee relor'd.
heaven! Thou taught'lt them all extensive love to bear, Sex bleeds with sex, and infancy with age ; And now mankind with thee cheir friendship share. No rank, no place, no virtue, stops his rage;
As the rich cloud by due degrees expands, Shall sword, and flame, and devastation ceare, And Mowers down plenty thick on sundry lands, To please with zeal, wild zeal! the God of Peace?
Thy spreading worth in various bounty fell, Nor less abuse has scourg'd the civil state,
When a king's will became a nation's fate,
calous of bondage, while they freedom gain, See titles sold, to raise th' unjust supply! And most oblig'd, most eager to complain. Compellid the purchase ! or be fin'd, or buy!
But well we count our bluss, if well we view, No public spirit, guarded well by laws, Vhen power oppression, not protection grew; Uncensur'd censures in his country's cause. iew present ills that punith diftane climes; See from the merchant forc'd th’unwilling loan ! s bleed in memory here from ancient times. Who dares deny, or deem his wealth his own?
Mark forft the robe abus'd religion wore, Denying, see! where dungeon damps arise,
Stop here, my mule! —Peculiar woes descry! New courts of censure griey'd with new offence, d them in fad succesion strike thy eye!
Tax'd without power, and fin’d without pretence, , to her eye the sad fuccellion springs !
Explain'd, at will, each ftatute's wrested aim, e looks, she weeps, and, as she weeps, she sings. Till marks of merit were the marks of thame; -e the doom'd Hebrew of his stores berefe ! So nionstrous !-Life was the severcft grief, e holy murder justify the theft!
And the worst death seem'd welcome for relief..
No senate liv'd the partial judge co are:
Yet prove the law superior to the throne. See learniog range yon broad ethereal plain, Who can review without a gencrous tear, om world to world, and godlike science gain! A church, a state, so impious, so severe;
! what avails the curinus search fustanud, A land uncultur'd through polemic jars, 26 finidid toil, the godlike science gain'd ? Rich! - but with carnage from inteftine wars;